The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I stared at the computer monitor with a dull fog lurking behind my eyes. I couldn’t will myself to focus on the spreadsheet splayed out in front of me, no matter how badly I needed to. Two days ago I learned that magic was real. Yesterday I used said magic to enjoy every inch of my hot neighbor’s beautiful body. And today? Today I was editing earnings reports. Or at least that’s what I was supposed to be doing. I definitely wasn’t performing at peak efficiency to put it mildly.

My mind was stuck back in the Manor. I could still feel the surge of energy whenever I stepped inside, the crackle of power that came from using the cane, the stillness of the ancient air on my skin. But above all that I could feel Jessica—her soft skin pressed against the fabric of the bed, her body bending and responding to my commands. It was a literal dream come true.

A hard knock from behind snapped me out of my daydreaming as I swiveled around in my chair. Standing at the entrance of my cubicle was Andrea, my supervisor, wearing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hey there Brian! Just noticed you seemed a little out of it there, everything alright?” She asked in a faux-gentle voice Her attempt to hide the condescension from her voice fell woefully short—not that she particularly cared.

Andrea and I ed the company at the same time—we were even friends at one point, to a certain extent. That is until she got promoted over me. I don’t even think it was a bad call, she’s definitely better at this job than I am. But something changed as soon as she got into a role with a bit of power. She started treating the rest of us like children, constantly making us feel incompetent so she could lord her position over us.

“All good Andrea, just running a calculation,” I lied, hoping she’d have the good grace to just leave me alone. Andrea’s plastic smile didn’t waver. “Well, try not to take too long. If we don’t have this report in soon we’re going to be in some serious trouble. Do you understand?” She was a fairly short woman, a bit under five feet tall, which made it impressive she could still find a way to talk down to me. I gave a terse nod, eliciting another fake smile from Andrea. “Well that’s just great, though do make sure to get that report in ASAP,” and with that she finally left me alone.

I made it through the rest of the day well enough, but my mind never quite left the Manor. I practically ran to Jessica’s door as soon as I got home, eager to return with her. Lucky for me, she was free and happy to me. It wasn’t long until the cane was in my hand again and my beloved Jessica was kneeling submissively at my feet. The novelty of fucking her had yet to wear off, and I doubted it would any time soon. It must have been at least an hour until I finally decided to give my doll a break.

During that necessary interlude between sex sessions my eyes wandered to the jewelry box containing the lens the entranced Jessica had found the previous day. It had to have some sort of magical influence, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. I returned my attention to Jessica, lying naked and prone on the bed. As insane as it was to fuck her, I still missed her normal, friendly personality. Radshaw’s pleas to continue exploring the Manor echoed in my mind alongside my desire to see the normal Jessica, and I decided to finally heed both wants. I had Jessica get dressed and meet me at the entrance before using the cane to release her from my control.

Jessica blinked as she left her trance. “Sorry Brian, think I dozed off there for a second… What are we doing here again?” I smiled, genuinely. Was Jessica tremendously gullible? Absolutely, but that was only because she was so earnest. “We essentially just need to scout the old manor for any objects of historical significance. If you find anything that seems interesting or valuable just let me know.”

Jessica’s initial confusion gave way to enthusiasm. “Oh, that sounds fun! Let’s get to it!” With that, we were off. It was nice chatting with Jessica, almost as nice as fucking her. Almost. It was strange, I’d put her in every position I could think of over the last few days but I still got a bit of a rush whenever she bent over and I got a clear view of her taut, shapely ass. It made me wonder who really had power over who.

One thing we discovered very early on was that the mansion was completely packed with old junk. We were an hour in and we hadn’t even left the front hallway. The wall next to the staircase was covered end-to-end with a seemingly endless collection of old paintings and mounted objects, any one of which could hold some sort of hidden mystical power. Jessica chuckled every time I started finicking with a random object, unaware of my mission to find something magical. At least I was amusing her in the process.

I was examining an ornate mounted sword when we finally had an unexpected breakthrough. “Oh Brian, check this o—” I heard Jessica call out from the other side of the hall before being interrupted by a permeating chime. Confused, I turned back to see Jessica with her hand on the grandfather clock at the center of the hall. “Did you find something, Jessica?” I called out to no response.

Curiously, I approached Jessica. She seemed intensely focused on the clock, with her finger placed gently on the minute hand. “Is there something in the clock?” I asked. Once again, I received no response. In fact, Jessica wasn’t reacting to my presence at all. Her bright eyes remained fixated on the clock face, her mouth fixed in a casual smile. I waved a hand in front of her face, her lack of reaction confirming my suspicions: She was frozen.

Tentatively, I reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, then her face, then her tits. Nothing elicited any sort of response in the frozen Jessica. I took the moment to ire her smile. I had been given many opportunities to observe her body freely in the past few days, but this was the first time she wasn’t acting like an mindless drone. Her curious smile was completely natural, a moment of beauty stuck in time.

Returning my attention to the clock, I hesitantly placed my finger on the minute hand where hers was. With almost no resistance, it moved up to the 12:00 position. “—ut, the clock is stopped,” Jessica resumed as if nothing had happened. She turned around only to jump with a yelp when she saw me standing right behind her. “Jesus, Brian, don’t sneak up on me like that.” I chuckled trying to ease her shock, “Sorry, what was so interesting about the old clock?”

“Well, it seems like all the mechanics are still in working order, but the minute hand isn’t moving for some reason.” Jessica explained, reaching out to touch the minute hand again. “See? It—” she started before once again being interrupted by the chime of the old clock. Jessica once again ceased all movement, her mouth locked in an awkward mid-speech position. I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her frozen form. She was so cute when she was oblivious.

Forming an understanding of the clock, I touched the minute hand again and watched it tick back to the top of the clock face. “—should be working just fine. The hour hand is moving, but not the minute.” I feigned confusion. “Huh, weird. Could you go grab my phone? I want to use the flashlight to get a closer look.”

“Sure thing,” Jessica responded helpfully, heading off toward the front entrance to grab my phone off the side table I’d left it on. As soon as she turned the corner I tapped the minute hand again, causing the grandfather clock to let out another chime. Strangely, the sound of the chime never seemed to change volume no matter how close or far I was from it. I followed Jessica down the hallway to find her once again frozen in place, this time inches away from picking up my phone.

Feeling a bit more mischievous now that I understood the clock better, I decided to try and engineer a situation to my benefit. Jessica was wearing a skirt and a loose v-neck blouse, a very attractive outfit if I say so myself. I slipped my hands under her blouse and carefully pulled her marvelous tits just a little bit outside her bra. Enough to loosen them, but not enough for her to notice anything once she unfroze.

Returning to the clock, I repositioned the minute hand and waited for Jessica to return. As she rounded the corner I pretended to examine the clock closely until she was close enough for my plan to work, then froze her again. Jessica was now just a few short feet away from me, her arm beginning to outstretch to hand me my phone. I knelt down and slightly repositioned her leg, just enough to disrupt her balance.

Ready to react, I returned the minute hand to the top of the clock. Jessica stumbled forward due to my intervention, no doubt about to fall to the floor. However, I was able to swoop down in an instant and catch her in my arms. Jessica said nothing at first, simply shocked by the sudden fall, her wide eyes looking into deeply into those of her savior who miraculously managed to catch her. “Are you alright?” I asked, my voice tinged with artificial concern.

“Yeah… thank you…” Jessica muttered in a breathy voice, still a bit shaken up by her sudden fall. Slowly, I lifted her back to her feet and let her reestablish her footing. “Well that was pretty…” she began, only then realizing that the fall had released her tits from her blouse, which were now on full display. “Eep!” She yelped, quickly tucking her beautiful breasts back into her bra. “I am SO sorry, Brian!”

I gave a friendly laugh in response. “No worries Jessica, I’m just glad you’re alright. And… It’s not like I saw anything unpleasant.” Jessica rolled her eyes and let out a shaky laugh. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your little private show.” She was trying to play it off, but I could see her blushing. That was a heartstopping moment for her, and unlike the rest of the heartstopping moments I’d subjected her to she’d actually be able to this one!

We continued our search for a while longer, allowing me to use the clock to feel her up a few more times. I quickly discovered that the clock worked anywhere in the Manor. It didn’t matter if Jessica was right next to it or in a bedroom on a different floor, if the clock chimed she stopped. The rules to activate it seemed pretty simple as well: Displacing the minute hand from the 12:00 position would stop Jessica, returning it would allow her to move again.

The only question I still had was how many people the clock could affect. I knew the cane could only affect one person at a time, but did the clock have the same restriction? There was only one way to find out: I needed to bring someone else to the Manor. There was Officer Fletcher, I did write down her number after all. With perfect timing I heard a ding in my pocket indicating a new text. I pulled the text open and smiled. All of a sudden I had someone else in mind for my experiment…