The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nicky needed to be spanked.

She wiggled her ass in anticipation. She was supposed to stay still but she couldn’t help it. She was a bad girl. Her breathing was harsh and quick. Below she was dripping. She wanted to stroke herself under her little red skirt, stroke her white cotton panties, but she was under explicit instructions not to touch.

Mommy said not to touch.

Except…it wasn’t really her mommy, right? Through the haze of dripping, squelching, scooting need she tried to something. Something important.

She wasn’t a girl. She was…she’d gone to law school? She was sure she’d gone to law school.

She had a daughter herself. Sonia.

Sonia had told her not to touch herself.

She’d told her to stand here in the dark with her hands on the wall and her ass out and think about what a bad girl she was until she begged to be spanked.

She needed to stop. She was out of control. She needed to stop dripping and take her hands off the wall and tell Sonia to stop this depraved lesbian domination nonsense right now.

She needed to be spanked.

“Please…” she whispered. “Sonia…Mommy! Please Mommy!”

“Mmm. You’ve got to ask me for just what you need, Nicky,” a husky voice said at her ear. Knowing fingers traced her right buttock. There was a pinch, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.

Hard enough to push her over the edge. She wasn’t supposed to. But she was bad. She screamed as she came.

She screamed, “Mommy!”

She begged.

The hand whispered over her swollen lips down below.

The first slap on her ass was the most humiliatingly shattering orgasm of her life.

“Who’s in control now, Nicky?” said the voice.

Nicole was in control. The only sign of her anger was the way her lips pressed together. And maybe a bit more rigidity than usual around her shoulders in her immaculate white suit. As a trial lawyer, she was used to keeping her emotions carefully reigned, and releasing them at the right moment.

“You have switched your major to what?” she said.

Sonia flinched and tried to fade further into her shapeless but comforting sweatshirt. She’d hoped that having this conversation in public, in the café, would keep her mom from going nuclear. And it sort of was. Sort of.

But Sonia was enough her mother’s daughter not to be easily intimidated. “Gender studies,” she said. “I’m…I took a course. For an elective. And it’s…I just liked it a lot more than pre-law….” She trailed off.

Her mother smiled brightly. “You liked it?” she said. “You can like a lot of things. Take another elective. But if you’re going to be a lawyer, you should be in pre-law.”

“Right,” Sonia said. “But,” she took a deep breath, “I don’t want to be a lawyer.”

The bright smile got brighter, if that were possible. Also more frightening.

“Is this about being gay?” Nicole said, enunciating each word. “First you tell me you’re gay, then you decide to go into gender studies? You know there are lesbian lawyers, right? You don’t have to take gender studies to prove anything.”

“Mom!” Sonia said. “Jesus, how can you…” She half stood up.

“Sonia!” someone said. “I missed you in class yesterday. I hope everything’s all right?”

To her utter mortification, Sonia half turned and saw her Psych 101 teacher Professor Swinton striding towards her table. The teacher had recently been dressing with quite an edge, and it was hard for Sonia not to slide her eyes down the tight leather pants encasing those long legs. There was also a lot of cleavage in that white top. A lot. She swallowed.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, dear?” her mom said. It sounded pleasant, but Sonia could just about see the judginess judging behind her hazel eyes. Nicole dressed conservatively.

Also, Sonia thought with a deep despair, her mom had probably noticed her checking Professor Swinton out. Her mom noticed most things.

“She’s not my…” Sonia said. “I mean, she’s not in the class. She is the class. I mean, she’s the Psych 101. I mean she’s the teacher of Psych 101.” Kill me now, she thought.

Professor Swinton laughed. “Sonia’s probably embarrassed that I caught her after she skipped class. I’m Carol. I can see the lovely family resemblance—are you Sonia’s mom?” She smiled a really devastating smile as she put out her hand.

Was her smoking hot lesbian Psych 101 teacher flirting with her straight-laced and somewhat homophobic mom?

Kill me now, Sonia thought again.

Her mom was nothing if not a slave to conventions of politeness though. She put her hand out. “Nice to meet you,” she said. “I’m sorry that my daughter missed your class. I was in town rather suddenly.”

Professor Swinton—Carol—smiled and sank gracefully into a chair at the table. She crossed her legs and leaned forward. She was quite close. Sonia was really not looking at her cleavage now.

“Oh dear,” Carol said. “I thought something must have happened; Sonia’s an excellent student. Never misses a class. I hope there’s not an emergency?”

“No emergency,” Nicole said frostily. Then, somewhat to her surprise, she heard herself continue. “Sonia has decided to change her major from pre-law to gender studies. I came down to tell her that’s not acceptable.”

“Yes,” Carol said cheerily. “I overheard. But you know, you shouldn’t be upset. There’s nothing wrong with a young woman exploring her interests. And her sexuality. And her sexual interests.”

“Nothing wrong,” Nicole echoed. She felt very odd. There was something off about this conversation. There was something off about… “You’re showing a lot of breast,” she said inanely.

“Mom!” Sonia gasped. She had turned extremely red.

Carol smiled and turned the breasts right her way. Then, bizarrely, she reached over and put her hand on Sonia’s cheek. There was a slight pinch. Carol took her hand away.

“It’s okay,” Carol said. “It’s good that your mom likes my tits. You like them too, right?”

“I…,” Sonia said. “What’s…”

“We’re going to have a lot of fun with your bitch of a mom, baby,” Carol said.

“Fun,” Sonia said. Or maybe her mom said it? Carol licked her lips, slowly. Then she leaned forward. Her lips.

Sonia didn’t anything else.

Nicole woke to someone touching her knees. She was lying on her back on an elevated hard surface, staring up at fluorescent lights. She tried to turn her head. But then she didn’t.

The touch on her knee was back. She wanted to swat it away but she didn’t. “What’s happening?” she said, quieter than she’d intended.

Sonia’s teacher—Carol, right?—came into view, her face smiling, her cleavage even more…why was she in her bra?

“Why are you in your bra?” Nicole said.

Carol giggled. “So proper!” she said. “Spread your legs for me now, won’t you baby…That’s a good girl.”

Nicole had really not wanted to spread her legs, but they’d sort of fallen apart bonelessly as if she didn’t have control of them at all. She was starting to feel afraid, which made her angry, which made her feel more like herself. “What’s going on?” she demanded. “Where’s Sonia? You had better tell me what is going on immediately or I am going to call the…oh!”

Someone was…between her legs, there was…

She had to get up. She had to get out of here. Wherever here was.

She didn’t move. She opened her mouth to scream.

“Oh, relax!” Carol said. “Don’t be so up-tight, Nicole. I bet it’s been a long time since you’ve had someone treat your cunny right, and I can assure you Lynette will treat it right. Just relax and enjoy it. Lynette makes you feel nice and slick and open, right?”

Nicole’s scream became something softer. “Oh,” she said. “Ohhh. Uh. How…how is she…don’t like girls, I…uh. Uh.”

Another face swam into view, directly in front of her. Blond, stunningly beautiful. Her chin was wet. “Everyone likes me,” Lynette said. “And my tongue.” She waggled it suggestively. Then the face retreated. And nestled between her legs again.

Nicole tried to get up. She tried to grind her hips in time to Lynette’s thrusts.

Instead she came, rapidly and powerfully. The room faded out.

When she came to herself again she was still on her back, staring at the lights. Lynette, or someone was still licking her with great skill. Teasing her clit, plunging into her folds. It felt nice. Slick. Post-orgasmic, pre-orgasmic waves radiated up and down the length of her. She wanted to rub her nipples. She wanted to cum again. She felt like an instrument ready to be played, a vessel ready to be filled. So…open.

She whimpered. And heard someone else whimper back.

Someone she knew. Distantly, she felt cold panic. She tried to grab hold of it.

“Sonia,” she said.

“Oh, god,” Sonia said. “Oh. Oh. Oh…”

“Oh,” Nicole echoed, as Lynette’s tongue did something particularly lascivious. “What…Sonia? What are they doing to you?”

Carol was back. Her bra was gone. Her nipples were incredibly erect.

“Oh, Rachel is doing to Sonia exactly what Lynette is doing to you. Teaching her tight little cunt how to feel soooo good, mm.” She rolled a nipple between her thumb as she smiled down with a beatific, insane smile. “How do you feel about lesbianism now, you sweet little bitch? Be honest for me.”

Nicole didn’t want to say anything. She heard herself babbling. “It’s…oh god!...uh…it’s…wrong…I know just a phase for Sonia. She hasn’t met the right guy, she…she…uh…oh…oh…” she felt her eyes start to roll up in her head as Lynette bore down.

“Now, now, no lesbian cumming while you’re denouncing lesbianism!” Carol said playfully. “You can still feel good, but no cumming just yet.” Nicole made a frustrated noise as the orgasm slipped away, though she still felt really nice. And open. Carol nodded, making her naked tits bob. “That’s good. Good girl. It feels nice to be called a good girl.”

“Nice,” Nicole sighed.

“Yes. Now, you two are going to get to work out all your problems, isn’t that nice? Tell me it’s nice, both of you.”

“It’s nice,” Nicole said. She heard Sophie’s voice, somewhere, a sultry, whispered echo.

“Great!” Carol said. Nicole felt weirdly like she was in a class. “Now, first, why are you unhappy with your daughter, Nicole? Again be honest. Brutally honest. And address Sonia now.”

Nicole frowned. “I…Sonia, you need to go to law school. Gender studies isn’t a real major.” She paused. “Also you need to get past this lesbian silliness—oh my god!” Lynette had just put her fingers—or her whole fist—in hard.

Carol nodded as if she didn’t notice how Lynette was pounding Nicole’s cunt. “Very good. And Sonia, tell your mom what she’s doing that is making you upset?’

Sonia was panting, but she managed to get the words out. “She’s…she’s got to understand that being a lesbian isn’t…oh…isn’t—there’s nothing wrong with it. And I don’t want to be a lawyer, I…She’s got to listen to me. She’s got to understand that I’m grown up.”

“Great!” Carol said again. “Now, Nicole and Sonia, you love each other very much I know, and you’re going to believe everything you tell each other, okay? You’re going to be exactly what you tell each other to be.”

“What?” said Nicole. “What are you…mmph.” Carol had leaned down and was kissing her, intensely and thoroughly. Lynette was kissing her below. She couldn’t cum, but she felt like she was melting. So open. So wet. She thought about how much she loved her daughter. She thought about the noises Sonia was making.

“Now,” Carol whispered in her ear. “Tell your daughter how much she loves cock. Tell her she’s a strong, dominant sexy woman who loves money and cock.” She licked her ear. “Talk dirty. It’ll be so hot.”

Nicole didn’t want to talk about cock to her daughter. She wanted to get up and get away from that maddeningly skillful tongue. She wanted to strike Carol in the face. She lifted her hand.

She didn’t lift her hand. “Sonia, honey. Oh god. Sonia. Listen to Mommy now. You’ve got to…you’ve just got to try cock, honey. Nice, big, thick, hard cocks. Fucking your sweet cunt. You’re a…uh! You’re—god! Women’s tongues feel so good didn’t know how good but there’s nothing like a rigid pole just pounding your hot cunt, your hot ass. Licking them till their hard. Forget gender studies. You’re a fierce, sexy woman who knows what she wants and that’s cock. And money. You can make so much money. Fuck so much cock. Make them pay. Be strong…don’t need…studies…oh my god!”

It felt so good. It felt so hot.

And then Sonia told Nicole who she needed to be.