The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Merrick stared blankly forwards. His lightly makeup’d face and brightly lipsticked red lips gave him a soft and approachable appearance which made the reflection staring back at him easy on his eyes. A pocketwatch swung lazily back and forth in between them, its beautiful closed shell polished to a mesmerizing shine. Merrick payed rapt attention to both, no matter how much his wide glassy eyes appeared to suggest otherwise. He sat in a comfortable chair, his guidance councilor behind him and crooning affectionately but very quietly into his ears as she fussed over his silky blonde hair.

“I’m beautiful and delicate...” repeated Merrick blankly. He felt so appreciated here, so seen in his comfy little chair with Mistress. She kissed his head softly and kept swinging her watch’s chain back and forth in front of him. “I love my family. I trust my family.” He felt so weak and needy and cared for. Not that ‘he’ was really all there to properly experience or process those feelings, though. “I am beautiful and delicate. I love my family. I trust my family.” The councilor reached down and rubbed a hand across the denim that currently wrapped his soft thighs. “I am beautiful and delicate,” he repeated and shivered happily at Mistress’ touch.

“That’s a good boy, suuuch a good boy,” Mistress praised him. She took one of his limp hands and moved it around experimentally. Merrick allowed her to pull it this way and that with no reaction of any kind. He didn’t move his eyes to watch, or tense up on , or even try to predict where he’d move his arm next. He just limply let her take it wherever she wanted like a doll. She eventually raised it up over his head and pressed the chain into his hand. He didn’t instinctively clasp it, instead staying limp until instructed to take it. “You may stop with your mantras, okay Mare-Mare?” Mistress giggled.

“Yes, Mistress,” droned the blank and obediant boy too entranced to hear the pet name she’d taken to using. He closed his mouth into a lazy smile of deep comfort. He was still beautiful. He was still delicate. He still loved his family. He still trusted his family. Mistress helped him wrap his fingers around the chain. She touched his arm gingerly with both hands as she guided it into place and instructed him to keep it there. He obeyed as easily as he breathed. Next she fussed over his hand until he was turning his wrist jusssst right to swing the watch in the same pretty rhythm she had been using earlier. Satisfied, Mistress licked her lips.

“You want more girlfriends,” cooed Mistress as she rubbed the boy’s shoulders. “You want more girlfriends to kiss.”

“I want...more girlfriends...” mumbled Merrick, whose mind knew that Mistress was right. He wanted more girlfriends. “I want more girlfriends to kiss.” He couldn’t feel as his mind reevaluated its opinions about polyamory. “I want more girlfriends. I want more girlfriends to kiss.”

“You want to date your mother,” Mistress suggested in between sensual nibbles at the boy’s ear. “Your mother would be a fun girlfriend.” The parts of the boy’s mind that would have screamed in outrage so recently blushed and swayed happily as they accepted this news. He kissed his mother so much already, wanting to date her only made sense. If mom was his girlfriend, then their make out sessions would become totally normal and healthy displays of love between partners. Merrick fell even deeper into his safe, comfy trance. The bulge in his panties—a frilly neon pink pair, and one of his sister’s favorites—swelled slightly despite its encasement in his tight jeans.

Forseeing that this might conflict with his comfort later, Mistress unzipped them and pulled them down to his knees. A pair of butter-smooth and pearly white thighs jumped out to greet her, and she giggled as she stroked the cute boy’s bare skin. He did not respond at all. The watch and mirror held his complete attention.

“I want to date my mother...” Merrick whispered so softly he practically did it without moving his beautifully decorated lips. “My mother would be fun to date.” Ideas weaved themselves into the domain of his subconscious, deeper than he could knowingly feel or hear. In that deepest part of his mind, his mother got promoted from merely kissable to dateable. He didn’t want to just suck on her mouth and play with her tongue, he wanted to go on candlelit dates with her and gently stroke the back of her hand as he reminded her how beautiful and important and irreplaceable she was in his eyes. He wanted to go to the beach with her and tell her how beautiful she looked in a bikini. He wanted to buy her chocolates and flowers. He wanted her to give him a pair of her panties as a gift every valentines’ day.

“You’re such a momma’s boy,” Mistress whispered praisefully into Merrick’s ear, “you want to be the goodest boy for her.”

“I’m such a momma’s boy,” agreed the hypnotized schoolboy with the same blank smile. He continued to swish the pocketwatch back and forth in front of his own face, keeping him sinking lower and lower into a murky abyss of blissful hypnotic slumber. No suggestion from his guidance councilor would or could be out there enough to wake him up without her command. “I want to be the goodest boy for her.” Underneath his conscious mind, the words and mantras continued to change him. His mind fell deeper and deeper into a new shape that more fully loved and appreciated his beautiful and kissable mother.

Peri stared blankly straight ahead at a pocketwatch that swung gently from side to side. Her brother, whose upraised arm held the watch’s chain daintily in its fingers, no longer ed to her. His eyes did, and his rich red lips, but little else besides the watch. She fell deeply and quickly under the beautiful device’s sway. She loved that feeling. Few things pleased her quite like allowing Mistress’s beautiful pocketwatch to guide her into a helpless state of deep and impressionable submission. The less power she had to resist her favorite guidance counselor’s influence, she felt deep down, the better.

She felt vaguely aware that Mistress had told her something. She repeated it emptily, trusting Mistress completely. Whatever information she felt herself absorbing, she knew it would be safe and trustworthy. Trying to understand it wasted time and effort, it showed a lack of trust, and it made her less of a model student. She’d never particularly cared about that but...she was the older twin. She should at least set something of a good example for her cute little Merry.

A good example...

The words reverberated through her like the sounding of a gong. Despite her mostly unconscious and fully entranced state, they clung to her where other words ed through easily. She...needed to set a good example. But in what way? She was lots of things for her little brother...

“I must be a model student,” Peri whimpered as she sat straight up and smiled. Her eyes remained glassy and unfocused but her expression implied concentration. She would be polite and submissive at school. She would show Merry how to behave in class. She would help him study.

“I need to be a model sister,” Peri said as her blank smile grew bigger and more absent. She felt so happy. She adored being Merry’s sister. She needed to show him the love and that only a sister could. In fact, she had an obligation to show that love and perfectly, every single time. “I need to be a model sister,” Peri repeated for good measure. “I need to be a model sister for my family.”

Her family? Not just Merry?

A pair of mature and milfy hands snuck up from behind Peri’s limp upright form and slipped into place caressing her breasts. She lacked the awareness or shame to blush but she did let out a cute and polite little moan. What little ability to ask questions that she retained, faded away.

“I will be a model student and sister,” Peri happily and mindlessly repeated. Mistress kissed her hair and continued to fondle her breasts. “I will be a model girlfriend. I want...I want...” she frowned. Something felt wrong. She felt her mind stir with agitation. She had to-

Mistress said something. Mistress took the watch back and continued swinging it.

Peri leaned closer. Her brother leaned closer. Her eyes stared deeply into his. He looked so cute, so sweet, so helpless, all mindless and comfy and entranced just like her. The boy’s perfect eyes held her in place even as the watch dangling between them continued to swing lazily back and forth, sapping her mind a little with each swish. She felt so endlessly safe and comfortable with her face inches from his. She could hear him breathe and feel his warm breath on her face. Merry’s hands clumsily but carefully placed themselves on her breasts. The moment they made , Peri’s mind melted entirely.

“I will be a model girlfriend...” Peri whispered obediently. “The perfect girlfriend does not get jealous. I will not get jealous. I will share. The perfect girlfriend does not get jealous. I will not get jealous. I will share. The perfect girlfriend does not get jealous. I will not get jealous. I will share.” Mistress’s free hand began to pet her as Peri’s mind shifted and changed. She ed how much she loved and trusted authority. A good girl wouldn’t fight against that love because it asked her compromise a little. “The perfect girlfriend does not get jealous. I will not get jealous. I will share.”

Mistress purred something directly into Peri’s ear which filled her with joy. Between Mistress’s praise and her brother’s fondling, Peri had never felt better. She felt some dark and selfish part of her mind boiling away as the love of the two most important people in her life changed her forever, and for the better. With each oily bit of this shameful part of her that became as vapor and fled her mind, Peri came closer and closer to embodying the perfect sister and girlfriend of Merrick’s dreams.

“I belong to Merry, not vice versa...I belong to Merry, not vice versa...” Peri reminded herself as she stared with deeply hypnotized eyes into those of her baby brother. She felt the sinister temptation to own him or deny him other girls swiftly fading away. “I will be a model girlfriend for mom...” she whimpered happily.

“I want to date my mom,” Merrick sighed happily.

“I want you to date my mom,” purred Peri with a smile. Nothing remained to tell her otherwise. She wanted her brother dating her mother.

“I’m such a momma’s boy...” moaned Merry with a smile.

“You’re such a momma’s boy...” moaned Peri with a smile.

The watch pulled away. Neither hypnotee moved an inch. Both sat limp, infatuated with each other and deeply mesmerized by the beauty of one another’s eyes. Their mouths drifted towards one another as though the siblings’ lips were magnetized. Mistress stroked both of their hair while giggling and whispering sultry words of encouragement that melted deep into both of their heads. They made out with each other.

Merrick held Peri’s hand as he thought about his mother. She stroked encouragingly with her thumb and stared adoringly at him with the kind of endorphine-drowned look only possible for hormonal lovebirds. The world around them did not to either one.

“I’m a momma’s boy...” Merrick sighed happily as his sister giggled and kissed his face a few times. He felt so loved and appreciated, being able to it this kind of thing to his girlfriend without fear of upsetting her. If anything this only seemed to be pleasurable for her. She nuzzled him and pressed his arm up against her big soft breasts. This got yet another sigh out of him. He felt nothing short of utterly euphoric.

“A cute momma’s boy, that’s what you are,” giggled his sister who felt too swamped with delight to even think about how cheesy that was, let alone feel embarassed over it. “Soooo cute! My sweet little Merry!” She leaned over and placed a long soft kiss on his lips. He reciprocated ively, much to her delight. “You gonna do anything about it?”

“Hmm...?” Merrick responded with a small hint of confusion in his voice. It was only barely audible for all the bliss burying it. He had no idea what his beautiful sister meant. “What...do you mean, do anything...?” She giggled mischeviously.

“Well!” She lurched forward across the bed, knocking him onto his back. She loomed over him on all fours, her genetically blessed breasts hanging over him and teasing him. Her knees pinned him around his waist and her hands held down his arms. She was stronger than him, something he’d recently learned that he absolutely loved. He didn’t bother trying to resist. It was pointless and he liked being held down that way anyway.

“I mean do something, silly!” Purred Peri, an almost catlike smile lighting up her face. She swayed her big tantalizing boobs to further emphasize her point, and her expression turned almost mildly sadistic with pleasure when that darkened the blush on her brother’s face. “Romance her, silly goose! Ask her out! The worst she can say is no, honey!” Even as she encouraged her beautiful beloved brother to pursue another woman, Peri did so with absolute control. He could not roll over, push her off, kick, or do anything else except engage with her ideas exactly how he liked it: on her .

“B-but, you know,” Merry stammered. He did want to date her, of course. He was such a momma’s boy after all: how could he not? Her delicious lips and amazing chest (even bigger than Peri’s!) called to him each and every day in the irresistable voices of sirens. He wanted to do more with her than just make out in the mildly taboo way that mothers often did with their sons. But he had a-

Had a g-

O want to be the goodest boy, Merrick suddenly reminded himself in the seductive voice of a female authority figure. His mind had no means to fight something so compelling. The goodest boy for his mother would date her. Obviously.

“I’ll ask her out,” said Merrick. He both sounded and looked mildly dazed. This did not stop an excited squeal from his girlfriend, who bounced her chest just for him. “You...don’t mind?”

“Of course not cutie!” Peri trilled. She looked down at him softly with love and care. Her legs hugged his midsection tighter. “I have to set a good example for you dear, and good girls share.” She sounded like she’d been rehearsing the words coming out of her mouth awkwardly in front of a mirror, or memorized them from flash cards. Still, her face made it clear she at least wanted to believe them.

“Share...what?” Merrick squeaked.

“You, darling!” Giggled Peri. She lowered herself down against his body, which took some adjusting on her end. Once she had her boobs pushed up against his upper torso just right, she smiled at him with a smugness in her eyes. “I have to be the model sister and girlfriend for you, right?” She faltered but only for a moment. “That means sharing you!” Her enthusiasm shined brightly and made her brother very happy.