The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Mackenzie smiled as she exited the train. She had finally arrived in Ontario— her hometown of Lord Endicott, Ontario to be exact.

Born Mackenzie Lankford, she had experienced a very happy childhood (and early adulthood) in this thriving but still charming town. She had graduated from the local community college and earning a respectable job as a municipal clerk. Things had settled into a nice routine until 2015.

That was when she met Greg Bricker, her future husband. Greg was—for lack of a better expression—a prince charming (though he looked much stronger). He was a burly but polite and empathetic man who always treated her kindly. He was and oil worker working in Ontario on a three year contract. He was also well-liked by Mackenzie’s family. After a few dates, the two had fell in love (though they wisely decided not marry immediately).

Two years later, Greg’s employer had said that once his work term expired, he would have to return to Alberta (there was a position for him there). The day after being informed of this Greg proposed to Mackenzie and she accepted. Moreover, she agreed to move to Alberta with him. Of course, in the interests of her own family, the two were married in Ontario in a beautiful Catholic ceremony. By the way the two had abstained from sex until marriage. Then they had a really nice honeymoon in Barbados.

Now 34 and living in Calgary Alberta, they were parents of two wonderful kids—a girl named Sarah and a boy named Phillip. They were both four year old fraternal twins. She was now full-time homemaker (though she did odd jobs here and there, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Her and children were her greatest joy and her wedding was the happiest day of her life

Speaking of weddings, that was why Mackenzie had returned to Lord Endicott. Her best friend Anna Blake (soon to be Anna Stuyt) was getting married and Mackenzie was the maid of honour. Unfortunately, Greg had to work this weekend and the train was too booked to take her children with her so she had to come alone. The latter were staying with Mackenzie’s in-laws (and the twins’ paternal grandparents). On the bright side, this gave her plenty of time to get her bearings before today’s wedding rehearsal and prepare for the wedding itself.

After walking out of the train station (and into the town’s business district) Mackenzie hailed a cab. The woman couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene before her. Street vendors selling their wares, fast-food restaurants full of customers, sidewalks full of pedestrians. To think that only two years ago, almost everything was in lockdown due to COVID-19. You couldn’t have gatherings of more than five people, let alon3 a wedding. Fortunately that was then and this is now. She continued to chuckle as the drive to the hotel continued.

2.

She was now there. After getting out of the cab and tipping the driver She entered the hotel with two large suitcases on wheels. Then she went to the front desk and checked in. She was glad she had booked the hotel ahead of time. The hotel was chocked full of guests in formal wear. Some wedding guests had probably booked the same hotel too. She went up to her room and put down her bags.

Then she realized something: she was really thirsty. She had drunk all of her water while on the train. She needed a cold beverage. She would get something from the hotel vending machine down the hall. A minute or two later she was there and had gotten her drink, a nice bottle of diet iced tea. She took a little sip and was about to head back to her room. Then she saw him.

By him, she meant a thin, white red-haired bespectacled man in a black suit with a white dress shirt peeking out. He came right up to her. His eyes widened in apparent recognition. “Mackenzie?” he said, “Mackenzie Lankford?”

“Well yes,” Mackenzie responded, “though Lankford’s my maiden name. It’s Mackenzie Bricker now,”

“Mackenzie,” the man asked playfully. Do you me? It’s me, Stephen Orville.”

Mackenzie groaned inwardly. Unfortunately, she did Stephen Orville. He was had been her former classmate throughout high school. The memories, however, weren’t all that good. It wasn’t that Stephen had bullied her. The problem wasn’t that he had disliked her. It was the opposite. He’d had a huge crush on her for years. Throughout high school he had doggedly pursued her. He would routinely hit on her, ask her out (even after being rebuffed more than once), and even tried to kiss her. When she had been assigned to work with him on a group project, she was extremely fearful that he would use his position to force a date out of her (To his credit, Stephen did no such thing, the two had worked hard, and they had got perfect marks), She hadn’t seen Stephen since high school graduation.

To be fair, it was easy to see why he’d had a crush on her. She was a great beauty. She was a fairly tall woman with a svelte figure, long but sturdy legs beautiful reddish brown hair (currently done in a bob haircut) and beautiful blue eyes. She was currently wearing a white camisole with a black suit jacket and white business skirt and silver dress heels (legitimate wedding attire).

“Yes Stephen,” Mackenzie said nervously. “I . How have you been?”

“I have been good,” Stephen said, “how about you? What brings you here?”

“I’ve been great actually,” Mackenzie responded “I’m here for a friend’s wedding. In fact I’m the maid of honour!”

“My congratulations to the bride and groom,” Stephen said sincerely. “Also, congratulations on your marriage. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“His name is Greg,” she chirped. “We live in Alberta and have two wonderful kids: a boy and a girl, twins in fact. My husband is an oil worker and I am a full-time homemaker,” she added proudly.

“Are they here with you?”

“Unfortunately, no, Greg had to work and the kids couldn’t come. It’s just me. Well, just me and the other people at the wedding. So, what have you been doing?”

“I work in neuroscience,” he said. I’m here for a conference actually. I am showcasing a new invention. Would you like to see?”

“Actually, I really have to go,” Mackenzie said. “I don’t want to be late for the wedding rehearsal.”

“Oh, it’ll just be a second,” Stephen assured here. He swapped his glasses for sunglasses. “These are for safety,” he explained. Then he took out his invention. It looked like a large pen. He took what looked like its cap off. Then she saw what looked like a shutter on a camera. Then she heard a sound and saw a flash. Her mind then fogged up and shut off.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen uttered. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” she uttered softly. “I hear you.”

“Very good,” Stephen said grinning. “Now come with me.”

3.

Stephen couldn’t believe his luck. His high school crush was staying in the same hotel as he was (though for different reasons). Moreover, he had been there for a neuroscience conference and had presented a paper on the suppression of the neurons of the brain. Part of his paper talked about how, with the right amount of tinkering one could create a light pattern that could suppress the neurons of the brain that controlled memory and made the person think for themselves. What he didn’t show the conference was the culmination of that research—a neural blocker beam gun. It was like the neuralyzer from the Men in Black series, only better. Instead of just erasing a person’s memory (or in the case of the original comics, forcing them to kill themselves) it allowed the to control its target’s mind (and erase or augment their memory) through a flash of light. It didn’t drive them to suicide either. The still had to wear sunglasses to avoid being hit by the flash themselves, though.

Thanks to this invention Mackenzie was now under his control and would, hopefully, obey his every command. They were sitting on the spacious bed in his hotel room, which was coincidentally, was only down the hall from Mackenzie’s. He had spent the past few minutes drilling thoughts of obedience (and love and lust) towards him into her mind. He was ready to have some erotic fun.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen asked. “Do you have anywhere to be?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Meeting fellow bridesmaids…for wedding rehearsal…in half hour,” Mackenzie responded as she instinctively checked her watch.

“Rats,” Stephen muttered. She had been telling the truth about being pressed for time. He wanted to take her right now, but understood Mackenzie had her own commitments and if she wasn’t there it would look suspicious. Fortunately his invention offered the perfect solution. He put his sunglasses back on and used the device on Mackenzie again. “Alright Mackenzie he commanded. You will not anything after being neutralized. However, you will subconsciously the post-hypnotic commands I am going to give you and carry them out. Listen carefully…”

4.

The afternoon had been a blur to Mackenzie. Though it had taken a long time, the rehearsal had gone off without a hitch. Then she had a quick dinner and did a little shopping. For some reason two of those purchases were a green velvet dress with short white sleeves and pair of white tights. Once she got back to the hotel room she took changed out of her business clothes and into the dress she bought. She also put on the white tights hrt dress heels.

She didn’t understand why, but she felt incredibly horny. She had only been away from Greg for a day, but she suddenly felt an urgent need for sexual release. Then she felt thirsty. Time to go back to the vending machine! She went back to the vending machine and purchased a bottle of diet coke. She was about to drink it when she began to lose balance (her dress heels were the culprit). The bottle rolled across the hallway and stopped in front of a room, Room 129. She walked across the hall taking cautious little steps due to her dress heels. She picked up the drink then the hotel door opened. It was Stephen Orville, oddly dressed in a white bathrobe and sunglasses. She saw him press a button and Flash!

Mackenzie’s eyes then shut and her head slumped forward with her drink again dropping down to the floor. Stephen picked it up and beckoned her into his room and ordered her to sit on the bed. She did so. Then he put up a do not disturb sign on the hotel door and locked it.

“Now Mackenzie,” Stephen said. “You must do anything I command you isn’t that right?”

“Yes Master Stephen,” she responded robotically.

Stephen grinned. His programming had clearly worked. She had bought the clothes she told her to buy, had the sexual feelings he told her to have, and even lost her balance and dropped her drink as he had arranged. He removed his bathroom, revealing a thin, nearly hairless body. Now it was time to explore a long-awaited fantasy.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen commanded. “When I clap my hands you will think you are a chicken and act accordingly. Understood?”

“Yes Master Stephen,” Mackenzie replied as Stephen clapped his hands. “Bawk, Bawk, Bu-cock,” she clucked. She also flapped her arms and began scratching the floor with her heels (which she thought were talons). Stephen couldn’t help but laugh at what a good chicken Mackenzie was. Now it was time for phase two.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen commanded as he sat on the bed. “Pull up that chair beside the desk over there, bring it near the bed, and sit on it.” Mackenzie complied. “Now rub your feet against my chest.”

“Yes, Master Stephen,” Mackenzie uttered. She put her tights-covered feet against Stephen’s smooth chest. Stephen loved the woolly feel of Mackenzie’s hosiery. He ordered her to double her speed. She did so, making him even more aroused. After a minute more of this he grabbed Mackenzie’s right leg and but its toes in her mouth. The taste of the tights was better than their feel. He quickly and repeatedly licked her foot, causing Mackenzie to giggle. He did the same thing to Mackenzie’s left foot. Stephen giggled too.

After a few more minutes, Stephen moved on to phase three. He took Mackenzie’s foot out of his mouth and had her stand in the middle of the hotel room.

“Mackenzie, take off all of your clothes. When you are naked we will make love with all the ion we can manage. Understood?” “Yes Master Stephen, understood.” Mackenzie said, going to work. She unzipped the back of her dress and slowly slid it off. Then she removed her bra, revealing her pert breasts. She then put her hands on her hips ready to slide her tights off.

“Leave on the tights,” Stephen ordered. “Then make love to me.”

“Yes Master Stephen,” Mackenzie said as she complied. She ran towards the foot of the bed but stopped short right before it. “Wait…no” she said hesitatingly. “I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Stephen questioned incredulously, “why not?”

“My husband…” Mackenzie explained. “I can’t cheat on my husband!”

5.

Stephen was unpleasantly surprised. His device was supposed to suppress free will completely. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Maybe she just needed a stronger dose. He put his sunglasses back on and used the device on Mackenzie once more.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen ordered. In your hypnotized state you have no compunctions about cheating on your husband. In fact you want to cheat on your husband and explore your sexuality. Therefore you must make love to me.”

“No, Mackenzie” said, now shaking her head. “I can’t….I can’t cheat on my husband. It’s wrong.”

Stephen used the device on her a few more times but Mackenzie’s response was always the same. She would not budge on this one point. Perhaps he would have to enhance the device. Then it hit him. Her love for her husband Greg was so strong it was able to overpower the neural blockage of his device. He’d have to try a different tactic.

Luckily for Stephen, not only could the device erase memories it could implant new ones, fictitious ones even. He knew what he had to do. He used the device again.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen intoned. “You’re faithfulness to your husband is touching. However, while you are in this state I am your husband, I am Greg Bricker. In fact I came to visit you as a surprise and you find it very thoughtful. You like it so much that you want to make love to him right now. Understood?” There was a long agonizing pause.

“Understood, Master Stephen,” Mackenzie finally said. Stephen quelled the urge to pump his fists in victory. He took out a fine bottle of wine he’d bought earlier today. He used the device again. Mackenzie’s eyes opened and a look of pure joy came over her face. “Greg!” she exclaimed. “What a nice surprise. I was missing you already and now you’re here! That wine you brought looks good, too”

“I knew you’d like it,” Stephen said jovially.

“You know,” Mackenzie said a sultry look coming over her face. “Since you took the time to surprise me, I have a surprise for you.”

“What would that be?” Stephen said, feigning ignorance.

“Some nice lovemaking,” Mackenzie responded. “Now let me get out of these restrictive clothes,” she said, sliding off her tights, revealing her thick, but still attractive red pubic hair.

“Now let’s get to it,” Stephen said.

“With pleasure,” Mackenzie said as she jumped onto the bed. Stephen embraced her, his sunglasses the only thing he was still wearing. The two kissed. Then they kissed again. Then they had a full-blown make out session with them rolling around on the bed. Mackenzie loved the feeling of who she thought was her husband’s tongue in her mouth. Stephen loved the feel of their rolling bodies.

After a few more minutes of this, Stephen moved from her mouth to her breasts and began to suck them. They were just the right size and softness.

“Oh, looks like your eager to try new things” Mackenzie clucked in delight. Stephen then began nibbling on Mackenzie’s nipples. Her response: “Ooh that tickles!”

A few minutes later, Mackenzie came up with a new idea (well, new for her). “How about we have oral sex?”

“Good idea,: Steven said as he laid down on his back. Mackenzie went to work. She did quite well for a first-timer, gently taking Stephen’s penis in her mouth. Her sucks were long, but soft and satisfying to Stephen. He moaned in pleasure. To add to the fun, Mackenzie sucked faster and lightly ran her fingers over Stephen’s testicles, Stephen responded positively. A couple minutes later Stephen climaxed, shooting his semen into Mackenzie’s mouth. Mackenzie gulped all of it down.

“Great job,” Stephen said chuckling. “Now let’s try something more traditional: regular intercourse.

“Sure,” Mackenzie said gleefully. She positioned herself on top of Stephen’s penis and went to work. She rocked back on forth on his still wet member. She rocked back and forth and up and down. Stephen moaned happily, over the moon that she was now making love to him. Mackenzie was going faster and faster clearly lost in ecstasy. After a few more thrusts, Stephen was reaching orgasm again. Then he did, shooting his entire load into her as Mackenzie screamed in maximum pleasure.

After another riding session, Stephen decided this was enough for now. He used his device on Mackenzie once again. Then he wiped both of them down and had Mackenzie redress.

“Mackenzie,” Stephen commanded. “When I clap my hands you will go back to your room, change into your pajamas, and fall into a deep and happy sleep. You will wake up the next day refreshed and full of energy. You will be on-time or early for all of your friend’s wedding-related matters. You will nothing about what has happened here. Instead you will a cordial conversation with me. You enjoyed the conversation and are feeling much closer to me. You will have felt delighted to run into me and want to remain with me. You will give me your phone number, email address, street address, and other similar information.”

“Yes…give you my information.”

“You will also accept my friend request on Facebook and maintain continuous with me Understood?”

“Yes Master Stephen…accept friend request…continuous with you.”

“Moreover whenever you hear me—and only me—say the words neurons before nuptials or see the flash of this device, you will go back into your trance and do as I say. Do you understand?

“Yes, Master Stephen,” she affirmed.

“There’s one more thing,” Stephen said. He took out the bottle of wine he showed Mackenzie earlier. “Please give this wine bottle to the bride and groom. I wish them the best of luck in her marriage.”

“Yes Master Stephen. Thank you Master Stephen,” she said as she took the wine and exited the room.

6.

It was a few weeks after Anna’s wedding. It was wonderful. The ceremony was professional yet touching, Anna looked amazing, the food was delicious, and the toasts were heartwarming. It was like something out of a fairytale.

Now Mackenzie was happily typing on the computer. She was currently on Facebook, posting one of the many wedding photos she took. Then she saw it: a message from Stephen Orville!

Yes, the same Stephen Orville that fancied her in high school. He’d been a fairly nice kid when the two were growing up. When she had run into him at the hotel she was delighted to see him. He even sent the bride and groom a bottle of wine as a wedding gift. They got on great and she decided to reconnect with him.

After she posted the picture she opened the message from Stephen. It was actually a video. In it he stood fully-clothed with sunglasses on. She clicked play.

“Neurons before nuptials,” Stephen said authoritatively.

Then Mackenzie saw a large flash,