The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I’d always done what I thought was right, which generally meant being nice to people and doing community service here and there. When it came to choosing my life’s path, I was sure there couldn’t be a calling more important than being a teacher. I’ve worked hard and taught some introductory courses while I was still graduate student, but once my PhD was done, I went to teaching full time. That was just a year ago and now at twenty-six, I was already one of the more respected teachers.

My principles were to treat students with respect, give them enough tools to my courses, and my evaluations were fair and I played no favorites. There had been occasional troublemakers here and there, but most of them learned that if they just kept their heads down and did at least the minimal amount of work, I would let them , so I crafted a careful peace even with those kinds of students.

The way I was built helped me to get a lot of respect. Standing at almost six feet, I used to be a little heavier than was normal, but then I started playing a lot of football and that excess weight transformed into some serious muscle. I never played professionally, but looking at myself in the mirror, my quads and biceps still looked pretty big and I had maintained my six pack, because I was just proud of having one and I liked being in shape.

Of course, most of that mass couldn’t be seen through my clothing, but I was still a big dude and when I frowned at a guy, he tended to stop making a fuss. I could also see the looks female students gave me and some of them tended to daydream around me, but they also didn’t cause any trouble, so I mostly shrugged it off and focused on teaching.

This semester, however, I’ve noticed a problematic case and I wasn’t sure if this one could be salvaged at all. Although our university was pretty big, I was aware of the girl right from the start; it was hard to miss her presence. Her blue-black hair was done in a root-bleach wolf cut, she was dressed in provocative black clothing most of the time, which she combined with silvery jewelry. Even given the diverse looks of my students, she was still standing out. Especially because she was also pretty loud while cruising around the corridors, always with a few other girls in tow. I would’ve guessed someone dressing like her to be a shy introvert, but that was probably only a silly prejudice.

Her presence bothered me even though she didn’t attend any of my classes—I’ve heard that she caused all kinds of disturbances around the campus. Students were talking about loud parties, inappropriate jokes, mocking and maybe even bullying, while teachers were complaining about her loud outbursts, disturbances and poor discipline. I was surprised that someone like her even attended a university and expected that she would probably soon be expelled for her transgressions, but as the semester continued, nobody really did anything, though the complaints about her got quieter.

And then, after six weeks I’ve found the name Alexis Blackwood in the registry of the students attending my lecture about European literature. I’ve recognized the name immediately—that’s what being a troublemaker does for you—and I also knew that she wasn’t supposed to be on the list. A quick check with the office assured me that there was no mistake and she was added to my class at a special request; it was all in order and approved. I’ve never heard of something like that happening before, but I was still relatively new and I trusted that there was probably some good reason for the transfer.

So, I’ve just shrugged the whole thing off and went back to teaching my classes, assuming that the girl probably wouldn’t even bother to attend. But to my surprise, she showed up right the next day and sat in a front row. I paid no special attention to her and proceeded like normal, even though she made some loud remarks during the lecture. I loudly offered the option to keep her opinions to herself, while I reminded her that there would be a lot of opportunities to express them when the test season comes around, and a wave of silent amusement went through the room. She didn’t look too happy when my joke got more attention than her remarks and I hoped she would grow bored with my lectures fast.

But it was quite the opposite. She attended each and every one of them and made a point to sit in the front every time and always have something to say. She wasn’t openly offensive and some of her remarks weren’t entirely stupid, but she kept being a disturbing presence during my lectures no matter how many times I’ve cautioned her to cease that behavior. I wondered about taking her aside and talking to her, but then I was reminded that my colleagues had to deal with her from the beginning of the semester and maybe found some way to work with her, or maybe they knew why she was acting like this. I went to see Professor Davis, who was my mentor during the last year.

“Blackwood, eh?” He removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead. “That’s one tough cookie to crack. She’s just testing your limits. You need to endure and outlast her in this game of provocation. She’ll just become bored and go away after a while.”

“Thank you,” I nodded, because it made some sense. “That’s how you solved her disturbing behavior in your class?” I asked curiously.

“No, my situation was a little different,” he paused and his eyes grew distant for a few seconds. “But we came up with an understanding and her behavior doesn’t bother me anymore.”

He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t push for more answers since he already gave me advice. We exchanged a couple more pleasantries and then I was on my way. As the days went by, Alexis continued her provocations during my classes but I stopped paying attention to them and continued with the stuff I had to say as if she weren’t even there, which did seem to have a discouraging effect and she was slowly losing interest.

Then it came to test season and mine was in a big classroom, where all my students could write and submit their tests at the same time, and hopefully be done with this part of their duties. My test wasn’t particularly hard and if they looked over lecture notes at least once, they should be able to score the minimal amount that qualified them for an oral exam. Students with good scores would even be allowed to without an oral exam. But this year, Alexis was constantly stirring up trouble.

I caught her trying to cheat, copy answers of her neighbors and she even asked them flat out about what she should write down. I warned her twice before I was finally fed up with her behavior, took her test and threw her out of the classroom, which resulted in a wave of quiet applause, since it looked like she bothered everyone around. After that incident everything went smoothly, I collected tests and went to my office, where I just collapsed into my chair, confused and exhausted from the unusual experience. I sat there only for a couple of minutes before there was knocking on my door.

I urged the visitor to come inside and was surprised that the girl I scolded and threw out from the test room just a while ago walked in, looking perfectly calm. Her blue-black hair was loose, falling over her naked shoulders. She wore a corset-style tank top, held up only with thin straps and I noticed that there was a pair of cobalt-blue bra straps showing. She also wore a plaid black skirt short enough that it probably violated some kind of a clothing regulation and her black patterned stockings disappeared in her high black boots. Her exposed stomach was decorated by a silvery belly chain with some charms and she wore a couple more matching accessories around her wrist, neck, and her earrings were also pretty distinctive. I sighed, because I wasn’t really in the mood for this conversation.

“If you’re here to beg me to let you take the test again, I’m really not sure that is in the cards, Miss Blackwood,” I warned her. “And maybe it would be smarter if you waited some time and let me cool off after what you’ve pulled today.”

“It’s Alexis,” she stepped closer with a smile.

“What?” I stared at her in disbelief.

“My name is Alexis, but I prefer Alex,” she offered me her hand casually and her bracelet charms jingled.

“I’m sorry, but as it is, I’ll probably stick with Miss Blackwood,” I responded sourly and left her hand hanging in the air.

“I guess I should be lucky that you at least know my name,” she smiled and pulled her hand back to her neck, fidgeting with her pendant.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself; I tend to know the names of all the students attending my lectures. So why are you here then?”

“I came here to ask you if you wouldn’t consider giving me a ing score on your test. I was hoping you would change your mind,” she twirled her pendant around.

“Are you crazy? You’re lucky you aren’t expelled for cheating yet and you want me to give you a ing score? You might’ve made an impression on others, but all that rudeness, black clothing and pagan jewelry doesn’t work on me,” my eyes went to her pendant again.

“Oh, you know what this is?” She sounded genuinely surprised by my words and pointed to her pendant.

“Of course I do, it’s my job to know things,” I looked at the metallic charm on the end of a leather cord. “It’s called a Witch’s knot.”

“Is it?” She asked curiously. “You have to feel so smart right now. Could you also tell me what its purpose was supposed to be?”

“For one, it was used during meditations,” I responded, looking at the intricate shape. “It should help you to focus and let you reach deeper states of concentration.”

“Really? Do you think that works?” She moved her hand and the pendant started swaying back and forth, creating a captivating display.

“Yeah, I guess,” I paused, unsure how the topic of our talk changed to this. “The design is pretty interesting,” I added after a few seconds, just to let her know that I was still in control of this conversation.

“How very perceptive of you,” she praised me warmly. “I guess you are used to being the smartest guy in the room, but can you keep looking at my amulet for me?”

“Yeah, of course I can,” I answered, while my eyes followed its movement. “What kind of stupid question is that?”

“I didn’t want to offend you,” she responded with a hint of amusement in her voice. “I just wanted to make sure you keep watching. Isn’t my amulet just the most captivating thing you’ve ever seen?”

“It does seem to catch my attention,” I acknowledged the situation.

“That’s right, Mr. Taylor,” she continued and her voice was even more confident now. “No matter how smart you are, once my amulet starts to swing, it just catches your attention and you will concentrate only on it. You can’t resist its power. The longer you look, the stronger it gets and you can’t fight it.”

I watched the pendant as it swung back and forth and I realized the girl was right. Each swing made it more magnetic, more interesting and my eyes obediently followed its movement. I wanted to move, to look away, but it felt impossible. I couldn’t fight the power of the pendant.

“Very good, now while you keep looking at my amulet, can you tell me anything more about its supposed powers?”

“A Witch’s knot should be used to strengthen bonds between people,” I dug in my memory. “It was used as a symbol of unity and commitment.”

“That is exactly right. Though the amulet doesn’t have power to bring new friends into your life, that would just be preposterous, but it can fulfill that need each of us has for friendship.”

“Need for friendship?” I asked sluggishly. The pendant was consuming more and more of my attention and I had trouble following her words.

“Yeah, there is that longing deep inside each of us, that desire to have someone close, who you can trust and rely on. My amulet can’t bring someone like that to your life of course, but it can give you the same sensation, the belief that you have that treasured friend in your life.”

“It will give me belief?” The idea felt unsettling.

“You’ve said it yourself, my amulet has the power to strengthen bonds between people and if you keep looking, the bond will start to form. And you can’t look away, can you?”

“I can’t look away,” I responded. The movement of her pendant was so fascinating, that I just had to follow its movement and the thought of looking away just felt so distant, so far out of reach.

“That’s right and as you keep watching, your need for friendship will be fulfilled. As you keep looking at my swinging amulet, you will realize that I am your good friend.”

“You are my friend?” I asked confusedly. I barely knew the girl after all.

“Well, not exactly,” she chuckled. “But you’ll believe that I am, just keep watching and it will become clear to you. You can’t resist the power of my amulet and with each swing, you will be drawn closer to me.”

Swing.

“The things that bothered you about me are fading away.”

Swing.

“You are no longer bothered by my actions.”

Swing.

“Whatever my behavior is, you will find it perfectly adequate to the situation.”

I could feel slight tension inside my mind and it felt like someone was pushing against my thoughts. My instinct was to push back, but as I kept looking at the swinging amulet, my resistance kept wavering and the tension got stronger. I could already tell that Alexis’ actions bothered me less than a couple of seconds ago and I wasn’t sure why I had trouble with them in the first place.

Swing.

“You aren’t troubled about having me around.”

Swing.

“In fact, you feel drawn to me.”

Swing.

“When you think about me, the feelings of happiness, loyalty, trust and deep connection will flood your mind.”

Swing.

“You will think of me as your friend regardless of how I will treat you.”

The notion of having Alexis as my friend felt weird at first, but as her pendant kept swinging, I realized the truth behind her words. The longer she spoke, the more I felt pleasant around her. It was like meeting one of my long-time friends and I grew fascinated by the manner in which she became this close to me this fast.

Swing.

“You don’t want to complicate my life.”

Swing.

“You feel the need to help me and me, even if it inconveniences you in some way.”

Swing.

“You have a strong feeling of sympathy towards me that makes you turn a blind eye towards anything that would bother you in other people.”

Swing.

“Making me happy is important for you. You feel the need to impress me and to do favors for me”

Swing.

“Whenever I start talking, you will immediately get interested in the topic and you’ll trust anything I tell you.”

Swing.

“And every time you look at my amulet, this bond will get even stronger.”

I watched the swinging pendant, slowly realizing how important this girl was to me. Normally it would be pretty unusual to make friends this fast, but with Alexis, it was just something completely different. I had this nagging urge to get closer to the girl and make her happy.

“So tell me, how do you feel about me right now?” Her voice was different somehow, more interesting to listen to.

“You are my friend,” I responded slowly, as if talking just took too much effort.

“Yes I am. See how easy was to realize that. If I am your friend, how do you feel about me calling you Tony?”

“It seems inappropriate,” I answered honestly. “You are still my student.”

“It seems that way, right?” She asked with an amused tone to her voice. “But I will still call you Tony and I want you to address me as Alex, you will do that for me, right?”

“Of course, Alex,” I nodded eagerly, feeling my chance to get into her good graces.

“Very good, Tony. Look at you, such a big guy and you can’t help yourself but to sit and stare at my amulet.”

She was right again. I was still aware of my body and all the muscles I worked so hard to maintain. Normally it was so easy to just flex them and spring into action, but right now, I couldn’t be bothered. The pendant in front of me was more important.

“And regardless of how smart you are, when you watch my amulet, you can’t keep yourself from believing every word I tell you. Your mind isn’t strong enough to resist power of my amulet.”

“My mind…” I tried to finish the sentence but it felt hard to form any thoughts of my own.

“That’s right, Tony. Your eyes are following my amulet and your mind is following my voice. You can’t help yourself.”

“I can’t help myself,” I agreed loudly. Following just seemed so compelling, so natural right now.

“And each second you watch my amulet, your mind is getting more open, more suggestible. Feel it happen, feel your mind weakening and opening itself to outside influence.”

I watched the swinging of her pendant and the pressure on my mind renewed itself. This time however, I wasn’t able to offer any resistance and just felt my will waver and dissipate. I couldn’t resist the push and I had to back down. My mind wasn’t strong enough to deal with this and each swing of the pendant made it even weaker.

“So, Tony, tell me; why do you think you have become a teacher?” Alex asked me curiously.

“Because I believe that teaching is a noble purpose,” I answered slowly.

“False,” she replied. “Keep looking at the pendant and realize that you’ve been lying to yourself.”

My eyes were following the pendant and my mind was following her voice. They were relentless, unyielding and I needed to submit.

“I have been lying to myself,” I repeated as I felt my long-believed conviction wavering.

“You have become a teacher because you like looking at young girls,” her voice grew even more convincing.

“I like looking at young girls” I repeated again, watching the pendant swing back and forth, back and forth.

“You do and you always looked for an excuse of how to make it happen, how to maintain a steady stream of young girls in your life. Teaching was a perfect excuse to do that. You wanted to get yourself to a position of power, where you could look at their innocent faces, watch their petite bodies and have a steady stream of pretty tits and tight asses going through your office. It arouses you to have that power and it arouses you that you can keep looking at them.”

I wanted to protest, I wanted to say something in my defense, but instead I kept watching the swinging pendant. Everything Alex said seemed so wrong, so shallow, that it almost made me sick, but her words were echoing in my mind and everything else just felt so insignificant in comparison. I couldn’t help myself and I had to take her words in.

“When you deal with a girl, you are inclined to give her a preferential treatment, and if she shows a little more skin and lets you watch, you’re willing to abandon your principles. Short skirts, tank tops, sheer and provocative clothing make you overlook their shortcomings. When a girl dresses like this for you, she doesn’t need to be smart or know the proper answers, you will still let her just for a chance to see her again. And if a girl dressed this pretty asks you for a favor, you will be inclined to do it for her. You believe that sexy girls should be appreciated and rewarded.”

Her pendant swung back and forth and my body still wouldn’t move. I kept watching and my mind was absorbing everything she told me. I believed each and every one of those words and it felt like she just read my innermost thoughts.

“Can you tell me why have you become a teacher?” Alex repeated her question.

“I’ve become a teacher to look at young girls,” I responded truthfully. “I like watching their firm bodies and I like when they wear revealing clothing for me. If they do, I let them , nothing else is important for me.”

I blinked a couple of times, realizing that the object of my fascination vanished and I only slowly recovered from the weird dazed state. My memories of the conversation faded almost immediately, like a dream and I was left sitting in my office, looking at the girl that came to talk to me. I had to it that Alex had a pretty nice figure that was only emphasized by her clothes and I had to fight the urge to linger. Suddenly I felt bad about kicking her out from the test.

“So why are you here again, Alex?” I asked her with a friendly smile.

“I was hoping you would reconsider and give me a ing score on that test. Oh sorry, let me adjust this.”

She bent down and gave me a pretty nice look down her cleavage, revealing that cobalt-blue push-up bra. I swallowed silently and kept my eyes on her. She lifted her skirt a little higher and adjusted the lace hems of her hold-up stockings, giving me a nice, long look at her pale thighs. A little higher and I would be able to see her panties as well, but she didn’t reveal that much. Alex was so hot that it caught me off guard and when she looked up, she caught me staring. She didn’t say anything though, just slowly straightened herself up while holding eye with a satisfied smile.

“After all, if you let me , we can see each other again during the oral exam,” she added with a smile.

“That’s a good point,” I gave her a smile in return, moved her test from the side to the top of the pile and picked up my pen. “I guess I can let you get away with a sixty-five percent.”

“Really?” She looked up at me hopefully caressed her stomach while playing with that silver belly chain. “I was hoping for eighty-five percent,” she smiled.

“Yeah, eighty-five sounds like the right score,” I nodded and wrote it down immediately. A girl like that deserved a good score and I really wanted to help her.

“Thank you. I guess we’ll see each other at the exam, Tony,” she winked at me.

“Looks like it, Alex,” I nodded. I usually didn’t let my students to call me by my first name, but in her case, I just let it slide.

She turned around and as her short skirt swirled, I got another look at the lace tops of her stockings. Alex really had quite a nice body and I wanted to see more of her. And there was this feeling of warmth and closeness to her growing inside of me, like she was something special.

I picked up the pile of tests and started to slowly go through them. Then I got an interesting idea—what if I were to bump up some of the guys, so I wouldn’t have to deal with them and lower some of the girls’ scores? I would get an opportunity to get a better look at them during the individual oral exam. Particularly some of the nice-looking once could brighten up my day and I could hold the exam right here, in my office, where I would get all the power. It sounded like a great idea and I was baffled by the fact that I didn’t come up with something like this sooner.