The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Coney Beach—Dayton, New York—September 20, 2011

Lisa Johnston loved the beach. She loved the bright sunshine, the relaxing ocean, the relaxed atmosphere, the colorful beachwear, and the various array of summer sports one could play at it. Even better during the summer there was a miniature bazaar—sometimes even a funfair where one could—among other things—purchase food and drinks and win prizes. It had been this way since Lisa was little and it was still this way now, when Lisa was a vivacious 18-year old.

It was a nice, sunny day and it was still warm enough to wear a swimsuit. The bazaar/funfair portion of the beach was packed with beachgoers and tourists. This was understandable. For today was the last day these facilities would be open. Indeed, beaches were almost exclusively a summer attraction and summer had ended a full 8 days ago. The weather was getting colder and the beach was no longer in season. While one could still visit the beach, the various attractions would be out of commission until the beginning of May.

After purchasing and consuming a delicious chilli dog, Lisa approached an ice cream vendor. She bought the biggest chocolate caramel fudge waffle cone available. She needed it for just this occasion. Though the beach was a place that she loved, something happened to her that she had really hated: her breakup with her boyfriend, Max Farris.

Well, more precisely, he had broken up with her. You see, Max was and is a big man on campus—literally and figuratively. He got good grades was the captain of several sports teams, was a 10 out of 10 on the physical attractiveness scale. His skill had gotten him a full-scholarship to one of the best universities in the nation (he would be taking Kinetics and Exercise Science).

The problem was that it required him to move across the country and Lisa had decided to pursue a program (nursing assistant) at the local community college. Max hated the idea of a long distance relationship and, in any event, he did not see their relationship as going anywhere, hence the breakup. This left Lisa heartbroken, hence the massive ice cream cone.

Lisa was sitting on a picnic table, placidly licking her cone, trying to savour each and every bit of the ice cream without spilling it on her clothes. Her caution was warranted. She was currently wearing a long white sundress over a navy blue swimsuit. Her feet were snugly placed in sturdy black sandals. Lisa was of average height, had nice pale legs and an endearing face with light blue eyes, cute cheeks, and a smile as bright as the day before her (though, as of late, she wasn’t using it much). She was also wearing a pair of sunglasses.

About five minutes later, she had finished her ice cream cone and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Lisa!” she heard a male voice say. “Lisa Selena Johnston, Is that you?”

She turned her head slightly. Then she recognized him: Scott Fletcher. Like her, Scott was 18 years of age. Like her, Scott had decided to enroll in the local community college (though it was in their law clerk program). He was also, like her, single and not happy about it (at least to the extent of her knowledge). The only real difference was that the target of his affections was her.

Yes, that’s right, she knew of Scott’s crush on her for a long while (not that he was particularly subtle about it). He had been at least one class with her (sometimes more) for every year of high school (granted most of that was probably coincidental). He would always tell her how pretty she was and how much he ired her. In 11th grade he asked her out (though, since she was dating Max at time she obviously turned him down). He clearly still had one. She couldn’t help but notice a big bulge in his shorts.

Scott wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t very attractive either. He was tall but stout, had dark brown hair, blue eyes, eyeglasses, and a tiny moustache. He also used a wheelchair.

“Yes, Scott,” Lisa acknowledged. “It’s me. So what brings you here?”

“Well,” Scott explained. “It’s the last day of the fair and I wanted to enjoy it one last time before next spring. How about you?”

“I came here for the same reason,” she responded. “I also felt a little fun and the sun would make me feel better.”

“Indeed,” Scott said. “I am sorry to hear about you and Max.”

“Thanks,” Lisa said reflexively. Then her eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“Well, you know what they say, bad news travels fast.”

“I guess it does,” Lisa sighed in agreement.

“I have an idea,” Scott piped up. “Why don’t I win you a nice prize to cheer you up?” “Uh...” Lisa uttered hesitantly. “I’m not sure. As you know I am going through a bad breakup and am not really ready for a new relationship. I wouldn’t give you the wrong idea.”

“Come on,” Scott pressed. You won’t have to pay any fee and one of the booths has a giant stuffed Patrick Star.” “Really?” Lisa expostulated, taken aback.

“Really, really,” Scott said.

“Oh alright,” Lisa said, giving in. “Why not?” She had always wanted to win one of those, but never could, even Max could not accomplish this feat! People had tried ever since the prize was first offered but no one had won. Granted, since the prize was so difficult to get, she thought it was unlikely that Scott—of all people—would be able to succeed. However, she had time to kill and she really wanted that stuffed starfish. “Let’s give it a try,” Lisa finally said.

“Thanks Lisa,” Scott responded approvingly. “Please come with me.”

2.

Though still quite lively the crowd at the grounds had dwindled, making it much easier for the two to maneuver. A minute or so later, they reached the ticket booth. There it was: a giant stuffed Patrick Star (among many other prizes. Manning the booth was a lanky middle-aged man in a pair of khaki shirts and a polo-shirt.

“Step right up and play the game. The employee said jovially.

“Indeed, I will,” Scott chimed wheeling forward. “I would like to try for the Patrick Star prize please.”

“Alright,” the man said. “I should warn you though, the requirement for that prize is a tall order. You must shoot five moving targets in the bulls-eye. Miss even once, it’s game over.”

“I am aware of that,” Scott confirmed.

“Alright,” the employee said. “Please play the entry fee so we can begin.”

Lisa grimaced. The fee to get the starfish was relatively large—a whole $20.00. However, Scott paid the money without incident.

“One more thing before I begin Lisa,” Scott said.

“What’s that?” Lisa asked.

“I would like to please borrow your sunglasses”

“Why,” Lisa asked. “Do you need to do that?”

“It’s for luck,” Scott said.

”Oh, I see,” Lisa said, chuckling at how superstitious he was. “Go right ahead.”

“Thank you,” Scott replied as Lisa handed him her sunglasses. He put them on, looking a little goofy. The booth operator then handed him a dart gun. The game began.

Goofy or not, Lisa couldn’t argue with results. He hit the first target, one that moved sideways with ease, quite easily. His shots at the second, third, and fourth targets (who moved in different directions and speeds) also succeeded.

“Great job, lad,” the employee said. “Your just one target away from winning, but I have saved the most difficult one for last.”

Indeed, it was difficult. It was the smallest target. It also moved the fastest and could go in several different directions— even in multiple loop=de-loops. “Ready, set, go,” the employee beamed jovially. The target was in play. It was smaller than a human palm and zigzagged at a breakneck pace. However, Scott just adjusted his sunglasses, aimed his dart gun and shot his arrow. Lo and behold he hit his target. Then, a bell and happy circus music began to play. “Well would you look at that, someone has finally won the stuffed Patrick Star prize! What’s your name sir?”

“My name is Scott,” he answered.

“Well, Congratulations Scott. What are you going to do now?”

“Keep my promise by giving this prize to Lisa here,” he said truthfully and playfully. “Here you go,” he said as he handed it to her.

“Thank you so much, Scott,” Lisa beamed. Lisa’s eyes lit up with joy as she smiled gratefully. The giant Patrick Star was finally hers and she had Scott to thank for it. She extended her arms and gave him a big hug. He hugged right back.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the employee boomed. “Let’s hear it for the happy couple!” Suddenly everyone at the beach looked at them and began clapping and cheering. Scott hugged her tighter. Lisa was a little embarrassed. She wanted to thank Scott for helping her, but she did not want to be Scott’s girlfriend, nor give anyone the idea that she was. She let go of Scott a nd waited for the applause to die down. Scott then let go of her.

“You know, Lisa why don’t we go back to where you were sitting.”

“Sure, Scott,” Lisa agreed.

3.

Lisa and Scott were back at the picnic table, the big pink starfish in hand.

“So Lisa,” Scott inquired. “Is there anything else you would like to do?”

“Well, not really,” Lisa said. “I really have to get going. It is getting late and I need to get back to my parents. ThoughI am going to need you to give me back my sunglasses.”

“Oh, right,” Scott chuckled sheepishly. “I was so invested in winning you that I forgot all about it. However, I would like to do one more thing first.”

“What’s that?” Lisa asked.

“I am going to show you another thing that helps me win prizes.”

“Alright,” Lisa said. “Please make it quick.”

“Of course,” Scott assured. He took his backpack of the handlebars of his wheelchair, unzipped it, and took something out. It was a long yellow toy gun with an orange tip and a small green tank. Lisa thought it looked like a Super Soaker. Scott aimed it at Lisa and pulled the trigger. However, instead of water, the gun shot a laser beam that hit Lisa in the forehead. There was a second of confusion, then a wave of calm. Her eyes shut and her head slumped forward.

“Lisa,” Scott asked. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Lisa said in a soft monotone. “I hear you.”

“I have hit you with the ray gun and the ray gun has the power to control your mind. You are also very grateful to me for winning you that prize. Therefore you must do everything I command you to do to the best of your ability. Do you understand?”

“Yes...ray gun...control mind...very grateful...do what you command me... to...best of ability.”

Scott grinned mischievously. He was being completely honest when he said his little toy helped him win prizes. What he didn’t disclose was that one of those prizes was the minds of human beings—especially pretty girls like Lisa!

He had come into the possession of the gun not too long ago (though as a legal adult). One day he came upon an old man, a retired scientist who said he needed help cleaning out his living room. Scott had some time to kill so he agreed. When this task was half-completed, the old man had a heart attack. Scott called an ambulance, and the man was rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. The doctor managed to unclog his heart, but all that did was delay the inevitable. He would die of an aneurysm a few hours later.

Before he died, he gave Scott the gun he was holding as a gift for his kindness. He said he thought Scott looked like the kind of guy who was unlucky with the ladies (he wasn’t wrong). This pistol would help him (as it had once helped the scientist). He thought the scientist was going senile but he accepted the gift. Twenty minutes after that, the scientist was dead.

The whole experience with the scientist at the hospital had both spooked and saddened him. That was part of the reason why he was at the beach today. Well that and he had a good chance of running into Lisa. He took the gun with him, thinking it would make for a good joke. It turns out that the gun (and the powers it had were quite real. However, sunglasses would block the ray gun’s effects. That is part of the reason why he asked for Lisa’s sunglasses (in addition to his belief that they brought good luck when playing games at the fair). He had Lisa open her eyes while remaining hypnotized. Then he gave her back her sunglasses, which she put on. Since she was already hypnotized they currently offered no protection from the ray gun. Scott wanted to take Lisa right then and there but there were still people around and time constraints. He did, however, have a plan.

“Lisa,” Scott commanded. “You will not being shot with the ray gun or being hypnotized, but you will subconsciously and carry out these instructions. Listen carefully...”

4.

Lisa shivered a little as she walked around the now deserted beach. The winds had certainly picked up. Fortunately she had come prepared. She was wearing, a grey sweatshirt with black jeans over her navy blue bathing suit. Comfortable loafers were on her feet and sunglasses covered her eyes. It was dusk and the sun would be setting soon. It has been about a week since she had run into Scott and he had won her that amazing stuffed toy. The beach was quite picturesque with soft sand and a high tide that resulted in waves splashing against it. She was going to the area of the beach with the caves.

She smiled at the natural structures. However, she couldn’t help but wonder why she had decided to come to the beach let alone the caves. Someone had called her on her phone and hung up saying it was a wrong number. Then she felt a sudden urge to come here. Lisa was so lost in thought that she did not notice Scott come up behind her.

“You are my prize Lisa,” Scott said authoritatively.

With those words, Lisa’s eyes glazed over and her mind fogged up. She fell backward. Fortunately Scott caught her and laid her on a blanket he had set down on the sand. He smiled, happy that his post-hypnotic suggestion had worked. Now the real fun would begin. “Lisa,” Scott intoned stand up and take off all your clothes. You will not feel cold because I will provide you all the warmth you need. Then lie back on the blanket. As you carry out the command you will begin to feel more and more attracted to me. When you are naked you will make ionate love to me. Understood?”

“Yes Master Scott, understood,” Lisa responded softly. She took off her sweatshirt and jeans, revealing her bathing suit, giving Scott a significant erection. Then she lifted up the straps and let the bathing suit fall on the blanket, wearing nothing but her sunglasses giving Scott an even bigger erection. Said sunglasses were removed at Scott’s command. She was gorgeous. Her thin attractive body, her supple looking belly button, her long legs and lush blonde bush—it was amazing.

“Lisa,” Scott commanded, “Suck my cock.”

“Yes Master Scott,” she responded compliantly. She walked over to Scott and got on her knees while Scott sat inching forward on his chair. Lisa then took Scott’s penis in her hands and began to suck on it, gently at first, then with more ion. Her sucks became quick and energetic, causing Scott to moan in pleasure. Then she began stroking Scott testicles arousing him even more. Eventually Scott reached critical mass, and climaxed. Lisa swallowed most of the semen, though a dribble of it remained on her chin.

“Good work Lisa.” Scott complimented. “Now lay down on the blanked so we can make love.”

“Yes Master Scott, Thank you Master Scott,” Lisa replied.”

She laid black on the blanket while Scot got out of his chair (he used a wheelchair but was not wheelchair-bound) and knelt down on the blanket. Then hep positioned himself on top of Lisa. He kissed her, she kissed him back hard. Then he put his head between her breasts and licked them, slowly at first, then much quicker. He loved Lisa’s luscious mounds making sure each breast—and by extension each nipple—got what they deserved. Then he moved down to her belly and engaged in a barrage of tummy-kissing. All the while Lisa was giggling like a baby.

After a few more minutes of this, he went for Lisa’s vagina. He furiously licked her blonde patch, ignoring any taste of blanket or sand that occasionally crept in. He went at her faster and faster, while Lisa’s arousal grew greater and greater. Now it was Lisa’s turn to climax, which is what she did all over Scott’s mouth.

Now it was time for the finale: he switched places so Lisa was the one on top. Then he had her position her vagina on top of his penis. Then she began to ride him. She rocked back and forth with gusto and loving the feel of Scott’s penis inside her. Everything went harder and faster with Scott over the moon in ecstasy. A few minutes later the two had a perfect orgasm.

As he ordered Lisa to begin riding him further Scott couldn’t help but smirk to himself. Now that he had his crush under his complete control, the two would definitely be spending much more time together—or at least become closer emotionally. Though Lisa got her stuffed starfish, Scott had obtained the best prize and had come out the biggest winner.