The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Marguerite stopped looking out of the window that framed the college quadrangle. She gave up on the relaxation of watching the world go by. Like it or not, she must read the proposal that had sat too long in her in-tray. Reading proposals was never normally a chore for her, but the author’s name carried so many red flags! Dr Conway was undoubtedly brilliant, amusing, but ultimately—well, odd in the most unpredictable of ways. Lifting it from the tray, she laid it on her desk; the title ‘The Use of Sequentially Altered Pharmaceuticals to target common illnesses’ seemed innocuous enough. Sighing, she read.

The science was as expected, well-presented and founded. The early paragraphs captured her attention; she relaxed, her fingers no longer drummed on her desk. It was time for a brief break; standing up, she walked across the parquet floor to the coffee machine. Just at that moment, the phone rang. Marguerite put her cup in place and pressed for Latte.

“Hello, Marguerite here. How can I help?”

“Margy, Margy, Margy—have you read it yet? It’s been days since I submitted it!”

“Dr Conway, Richard, Dicky, Dick. My name is Marguerite. Professional conduct would be appreciated! I am currently reading it. With your proposals, I need to take my time because of their, well—finesse!”

Without waiting for any response, the placed the handset back on the cradle. Smiling mildly, Marguerite wandered across and picked up her coffee. She took a sip and carried on reading; perhaps she’d been a bit too harsh on him so far, so good. A second later she spluttered, spraying hot latte everywhere. Standing, she ripped off her blouse, needing to douse herself with water. Rushing to the sink, she unclipped her bra and swilled cooling water over her breasts.

“Damn him! How did that idiot think the ethics committee would let anything like this !”

Richard Conway swore—that damn stuck-up woman! Turning to his computer, he logged on and hacked into Marguerite’s laptop, and then the camera. What he saw left him slacked jawed. His nemesis was caressing her breasts urgently. Was she, the ice queen, excited by having a ding-dong with him? It could explain her coldness towards him...

He fiddled with the focus and centred on Marguerite’s torso. For an older woman, she was attractive, and her nipples were rock hard. He sat back, considering things. This gave him an opportunity; if he could seduce her, then his work would get an automatic push through the formalities. A plan began forming in his mind; if she was reviewing his proposal today, then he would just casually swing by her office tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow he would surprise her! Just as mother had suggested.

Marguerite arrived home and slumped onto the settee. What a day! Idly, she switched on the TV and sat alone watching the evening news. Several minutes of boredom ed before Katie walked in. Her daughter crossed the room before talking to her mum.

“You look fed up! Bad day?”

“Just the norm really, worsened by one academic. No change there!”

“Un-hun! Should I guess?”

Marguerite laughed.

“You know me so well! Yes, it was Dr Conway. Unbelievable, he’s trying to research something that goes beyond the pale!”

“Tell me more!”

“I really shouldn’t, but what the hell! He’s trying to alter pharmaceuticals to allow them to be effective secretors. They would be secreted not only into the bloodstream but also in saliva and all other bodily fluids. After a three-month course, anyone in with the would also get a high dose of the treatment, without their consent. His idea is to overcome vaccination resistance in the population by subterfuge!”

“Surely that would not be allowed?”

“Worse still, if the narcotics industry got a hold of it! We could all be made involuntary junkies! I need to throw the book at him tomorrow with the ethics guys!”

“Well, let me cook a lasagna. We’ll share a bottle of Chianti and chill. Pretend that tomorrow never comes!”

“Great idea! Thanks, Katie, you are a blessing!”

“Sure thing, I need to have a chat with you this evening anyway, mum OK?”

“Oh, about what?”

“It’ll keep!”

Driving into the office, Marguerite revisited all the events of the evening in her mind. Katie had seemed uncomfortable as the meal progressed. Marguerite probed Katie’s mood with care.

“Is there something on your mind, love?”

“Yes, I’m unsure how to tell you, Mum!”

“Are you pregnant, Katie?”

Katie giggled.

“No, and I’m not likely to be. Mum, I’m coming out to you. I’m gay!”

It was Marguerite’s turn to giggle.

“Katie, that is fine! Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes, Sharon. I’m head over heels. Would you like to meet her?”

“Of course, invite her over, love!”

“Um, could she stay over?”

“Of course, we have a spare room... Oh, or she could share your room?”

“Mum, you are so cool!”

Marguerite smiled as she drove; the idea of her being cool was very novel.

Marguerite turned off the main road, and onto the gravel drive that led to the college. Her smile faded; today was likely to be a fraught one. She felt emboldened as she walked down the corridor to her office. The led walls were decorated with renowned scientists, all of them of the Alma Mater. Her resolve grew; she was in the right. Dr Conway needed his wings trimmed. As she unlocked her room, she felt someone brush against her. That was followed shortly by a soft voice.

“I saw what you did yesterday, and I fully understand!”

Swiftly turning, Marguerite found herself eyeball to eyeball with Richard.

“What on earth are you talking about? Please give me some space, Dr Conway!”

Marguerite escaped into her office, with Richard in unwanted close pursuit. Conway voiced his frustration.

“I saw how much I affected you. I saw you pawing yourself after talking to me. Your coldness to me is a mask for your actual feelings!”

“Have you been drinking, Richard! Or are you high? My feelings for you are completely negative. As you will find out in the next meeting!”

“I saw you topless and wanking after you slammed the phone down on me!”

Richard grabbed her, pulling her close and pressing his bulge against her.

“You saw me? How...”

Marguerite’s eyes fell on her laptop; all snapped into place.

“You bastard! You have been spying on me, you pervert! Your job here is done, gone. Do you hear me!”

Marguerite’s prediction was correct. The ethics committee not only sacked him. They started immediately, notifying academic organisations worldwide not only of his unethical research with unacceptable abuse of female co-workers.

Dr Richard Conway’s reputation would be shredded within days. Ashen faced he was led from the building by security. He was more afraid of his mother’s wrath; he had pushed things too far, once again. Mother would not be pleased with him.

It had been a genuine pleasure having Sharon over. They had all got on fabulously; the evening had been full of good food, wine and fun. Sharon was what some would call a stunner; except in these times that would be deemed sexist. Marguerite could think it but would never voice it. Still, from the top of her natural blonde hair, down past the button nose to the fullest natural lips she had seen, Sharon’s face was perfection.

Marguerite’s eyes secretly scanned down along the pale-skinned neck to the sumptuous breasts. Perky and braless, they moved fluidly, tracing the outline of her stiff nipples under her plain blue tee shirt. It was abundantly clear why Katie had fallen for her, based on looks alone. The conversation pulled her back into the living room with a bit of a start.

“Well, Mum, Sharon and I are going to retire. Thanks for a great evening!”

Sharon nodded and spoke.

“Yes, Mrs Duchamp, thanks for making me feel so welcome!”

“Please, Sharon, call me Margy. All my friends do.”

Marguerite found her eyes drifting to the stairwell; they fixed on Sharon’s pert buttocks. Their sway held her attention until the girl disappeared. Well, she may as well call it a day. Tomorrow, she needed to start the search for Richard’s replacement. The college would want to get the laboratory up and running as soon as possible. As she stood up, she pulled the gusset of her panties away from the sticky mess they contained. As she loaded the dishwasher, Marguerite was aware of her desire. It had been weeks since she had taken care of herself; maybe tonight she would see to it.

Upstairs, she picked out her favourite lingerie. Gazing at herself in the full-length mirror, she smiled.

“Not bad for a soon to be forty-five year old. Even if I say so myself!”

She lay down on top of the covers and ran her fingers over her silk-covered breasts. Reassuringly, her nipples poked against her palms; confirmation that her body still worked. Tonight, she felt like a virgin, rediscovering her sexuality.

Her thoughts were interrupted by squeals from the ading room. One thing she had forgotten in being so liberal to the girls. Katie’s bedroom was only a party wall and a door away from hers. It was now clear that the girls had not been tired; if anything, they had plenty of energy!

“Oh, that’s it, Sharon! Right there! You are so good at this... Oh, my...”

Frustrated in two ways, Marguerite sighed. If she could hear them, then the reverse would also be true. She knew that when she was on the edge like tonight, she would be very vocal. Now, she would have to lie there listening to the sound of her daughter engaging in a furious coupling. This was going to be one horrible, chaste night!

Crawling defeated under the covers, Marguerite attempted to sleep. After an hour of rolling and trying to block out all sound with her pillows, she gave up. Also, she needed the bathroom as always; too much wine always did this.

As quietly as she could, she rose and sneaked out of her bedroom door. All was now quiet, so Marguerite to quick steps across the landing to the bathroom. Leaving the door ajar, she nipped in for a quick pee. She pulled down her silk bloomers and spread her legs. The sudden lusty flow of her piss made her catch her breath. Almost unconsciously, her fingers found her pulsing clitoris. Leaning back, Marguerite relaxed and let her fantasy take over. Soon she was moaning lightly, then the words flowed.

“Oh, that’s it, Sharon! Right there! You are so good at this... Oh, my...”

Hidden from the jilling woman, she was being observed. Sharon too had needed the toilet. Now she stood gazing at her hostess during the most embarrassing of acts. Hearing her own name, Sharon’s eyes widened. Silently, she returned to Katie’s room. Soon the house returned to silence.

Lying beside a slumbering Katie, her girlfriend guiltily brought herself off. Mother would be pleased.