The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It all started with a bang... well.. more of a crunch...

I was sitting in my car.. parked up, I might add... on the phone to my co-worker, Gary.

And then...

The car suddenly jolted forward and I nearly dropped my phone.

“SHIT!”

The impact wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to jar me from my call with Gary.

“Fuck, someone just rear ended me. Bastard! Sorry Gary... Look, don’t touch anything. We’ll sort it out when I get back.”

I hung up the phone and got out of the car ready to give the other driver a real headache.

To my surprise, the other driver turned out to be a woman, and a fairly attractive woman at that.

She was so embarrassed and apologetic that I completely forgot my anger.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, are you okay? I’m so sorry,” she cried, rushing over to me and grasping my hand.

She was about an inch or so shorter than me and looked up at me with a pair of big blue eyes, full of concern.

“Oh, this is dreadful. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how this could have happened. Are you sure you’re okay?”

She blurted all this out so quickly and earnestly that it took me a moment to realise that she sounded British.

Somehow I was at least calm enough for both of us.

“I’m fine,” I assured her.

Taking a quick look at the damage I added,

“It’s not too bad, look. The insurance companies will sort it all out.”

Crumpled fenders, scuffed paintwork, nothing earth shattering.

“No, but really. It’s such a shock,” she continued, “look, I’m shaking. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Really. I’m perfectly fine,” I replied, “are you okay? Do you want to sit down or something?”

“I think we both should,” she said, still tightly clutching my hand. “Look, there’s a coffee shop just there. Please, let me buy you a coffee or something.”

I really needed to get all this over with and get back to work, but I figured that the whole business would be a lot easier if I could get her to calm down first. So I said okay and she actually took my arm and we went over to the coffee shop that, ironically, I had just left.

She insisted on paying, so I just asked for an espresso, looking to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Oh God no,” she protested, “that’s the worst thing you can do. Let me get you a nice herbal tea. Much better for you after such a shock.”

I didn’t see much point in protesting.. at least she had let go of my arm, so I let her take care of the order and found us a table.

She ed me a few minutes later and presented me with a huge steaming mug of some greenish/brownish herbal tea that smelled like dishwater and probably tasted just as bad.

She seemed to like it though. She took a luxurious sip and sat back with a sigh, saying

“Oh, that’s better...,”

I took a sip of mine and found that yes, it tasted as awful as it smelled.

Then she turned those big blue eyes on me and said,

“I really am terribly sorry about all this. I feel positively dreadful. Your lovely car... Thank you so much for being so nice about it.”

“No problem,” I replied, sounding a lot calmer than I actually was, “hey... these things happen.”

“No, but really.. ,” she stopped herself and took a breath.

“Let’s try this again,” she said more calmly, “hello... I’m Laura... Laura Spencer.”

She held out her hand and I gingerly shook it, hoping to God she’d let go of it.

“Nick Farris.” I introduced myself and she did thankfully let go.

“So very pleased to meet you Nick... Even under such awkward circumstances.”

Calm Laura was like an entirely different person. Her voice and her tone were suddenly lower, slower, more considered and she would occasionally pause mid sentence, which, along with her strange British accent, was quite distracting.

“Are you quite sure you’re okay? No whiplash or anything?”

I rotated my neck in demonstration and replied,

“No. Perfectly fine.”

“Oh good, I’m so glad you’re not hurt.”

She looked at me with those big eyes, like I was the centre of the universe and blinked slowly, almost too slowly. I can’t quite describe it, but it was kind of unsettling.

“I think I must have just lost focus for a moment, you know?” she continued, “distracted by....”

She kind of rolled her eyes and just left it hanging... Like what?

“And I’m usually so careful... So what do you do Nick?”

The sudden change of topic was so left field, so unexpected, that it took me a moment to respond.

“Oh... Data Analyst.”

“Oh, how fascinating,” she replied with genuine enthusiasm.

So I gave her the Cliff notes version of my job, and she picked up on it pretty fast. She started asking some good, interesting questions. Some were even challenging.

Somehow... and I’m not exactly sure how or when... she started idly touching my left hand. Not in an intrusive way, just gently touching, stroking and making little patterns on the skin.

As I say, I don’t know how or when she started doing it, and by the time I realised it felt like it would have been rude or thoughtlessly aggressive to remove my hand, so I just let her carry on and tried to ignore it.

Then she started to tell me about her job in publishing, which seemed to involve fact- checking and clearances for various scientific journals and cataloguing developments in Psychological research. It was way over my head, so I just nodded occasionally and agreed whenever she asked a question.

To be honest, my thoughts were elsewhere.

On the one hand I knew I had to get back to the office to help sort out Gary’s mess. And on the other hand, as we were talking, I was beginning to get an idea.

Not fully formed... but the shape of something was coming together in the back of my mind... and I had the strong impression that it could be significant. If I could just....

Her sudden beaming smile brought me back to myself as I heard her say,

“Oh, that would be lovely. Yes, thank you Nick, I’d love to have dinner this evening!”

“Huh?” I seemed to have missed something here.

“You can pick me up at eight. Is that okay?”

“Er... sure?” I was more than a little confused. How the hell did I get to inviting her for dinner? Come to that, why?

She wrote her address and phone number on a napkin and ed it to me.

“I’m afraid I have to go,” she said getting up hurriedly. “See you tonight.”

I started to get up myself but she laid a firm, but gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Finish your tea first... It’ll do you good.”

And she left.

And I was just sitting there staring at the mug of tea I had barely touched, wondering what the hell just happened?

I gingerly took a sip of the foul brew. It was stone cold, but actually tasted better for it.

Then I suddenly ed my phone call with Gary and realised that I needed to get back to work... fast.

I polished off the tea in two great gulps and rushed out to the car.

At that point I think I had every intention of bailing on dinner with Laura, but when I got back to my car I suddenly ed the accident and realised that she hadn’t given me her insurance details. Shit!

Guess I’ll just have to ask her over dinner, I thought, but first I have to deal with that idiot Gary.

Work was hectic.

Gary had somehow managed to lose an entire data packet that constituted about three weeks work. It could have been catastrophic, but the idea that had formed in my mind back in the coffee shop proved to be an ideal solution. We tried it out and it worked perfectly.

We got all the data back and more.

It did take a couple of hours, but it definitely saved our project, not to mention Gary’s ass.

“Great job buddy,” he said as we left for the day, “You want to grab a beer? I’m buying.”

“Er.. no thanks,” I declined, “...I kind of have a date.”

“No shit?” he said, “hey, you better move, it’s kinda late.”

Shit! I had completely forgotten about the time.

I didn’t have time to get home and change, but I figured it probably didn’t matter. In my head it wasn’t like a real date.. I just needed to get it over with, get her insurance details and get back to my life.

I got to her apartment building a little after eight. She was in apartment four B... I pressed the buzzer and she replied pretty quickly.

“Hi Nick... I’ll be right down.”

Dammit, I thought, if I’d got here sooner we could have sorted out the insurance thing first.

My frustration was interrupted at the sight of her as the door opened and she ed me on the stoop.

She looked incredible... Wearing a stylish red dress, cut low, exposing a tantalising cleavage. Her makeup was subtle, but striking, smoky eyes and lip gloss that perfectly matched her dress.

I felt like such a rube.

“Hi,..” I said with embarrassment, “God, you look amazing! Sorry... I’m afraid I came straight from work... Now I feel terribly underdressed.”

She smiled and chuckled,

“That’s okay,” she said brightly, “I feel terribly overdressed...so I guess between us we should balance out nicely, don’t you think?”

“I guess so,” I replied unconvincingly.

I was at a loss.. already this was the weirdest date I’d ever been on.

“I didn’t get a chance to book anywhere,” I apologised, “work got a little crazy... I’m afraid we’ll have to wing it...”

I was kind of half hoping she’d back out, but of course she didn’t.

“That’s okay.. I know a lovely little Italian restaurant that should be able to fit us in.”

She took my arm.

“Do you like Italian?” she asked.

“I love Italian,” I replied, thinking that the way things were going I’d be perfectly happy with a pizza.

“It’s not too far,” she announced, “shall we walk?”

I didn’t have the strength to argue. So we walked... Laura chatting happily and me nodding and ing in distractedly .

We must have looked odd.

Don’t get me wrong... Laura was incredible... and she looked fantastic! It’s just that my head wasn’t in the game... It had already been the most bizarre day of my career.

Yes, she was attractive and smart and funny and all that, but my focus was not on relationships at that point.

I guess I was a weekend kind of guy in that respect. Monday to Friday my focus was purely on work... building my career.

This whole thing with Laura was so left field. So unexpected I didn’t know how to play it.

Yes.. I was a twenty four carat asshole.

The restaurant was a surprise, just off a main thoroughfare, virtually down a back alley. Seriously, you could by a thousand times and never notice it.

A simple awning and an entrance that led downstairs to what was clearly the basement of some building... maybe offices, I’m still not sure. But it was amazing... Intimate, candlelit... perfect Italian flavour... I swear it was just how you might imagine the restaurant in Lady and the Tramp.. which is kind of how I felt at this point.

The Maitre d’ clearly knew Laura as he greeted her effusively and ushered us to a table. He called her Lao-ra.

There were only about three other couples already eating.

“How did you find this place?” I asked as we studied our menus.

She smiled,

“I used to date this lovely Italian boy called Giovanni,” she said, “he introduced me.”

“And where is he now?” I asked.

“In jail... I think he was.. you know?... connected?”

“What... the mob?” I gasped in a carefully hushed tone.

She paused, then winked devilishly.

“No... not really... He was a hot blooded Italian,” she explained, “turns out he was shagging at least three other girls... so I dumped him.”

I chuckled.

“Try the carbonara,” she offered, “it’s fantastic.”

So we ordered and the Maitre d’ brought us a bottle of complimentary wine and poured us both a glass.

“God, you look tired,” she observed, “long day?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, sipping my wine.

She reached out and touched my left hand, same as she had in the coffee shop... This time I didn’t even consider trying to stop her... actually it felt kind of good.

“You work too hard,” she noted, “I can tell... You need to RELAX more often.”

So we chatted for a while as we waited for our meals.. That is.. she chatted and I nodded and listened and occasionally ed comment. She had a confounding talent for switching topic in the blink of an eye. She completely lost me more than once. I guess she was right.. I was tired.

She kept on with the hand thing and after a while I stopped noticing.

I did notice her eyes though.. Big, blue and luminous in the candlelight. They were fixed on me and again, her slow blink was... I don’t know...

Then our meals arrived and she removed her hand from mine.

She was right, the carbonarra was incredible.

There was very little conversation during the meal... the food was too good. Then we finished up with the most truly perfect cappuccino I had ever had.

So I settled up and happily over-tipped. It was well deserved.

Then we left the restaurant and I walked her home, arm in arm.

She kept me chatting, quizzing me on my future plans and I laid out my long term goals without reservation.

Then we made it back to her apartment building and I realised that I still needed to get her policy details.

“Well, here we are,” she said with a smile. “Thank you for such a lovely evening.”

“Yeah, I guess,..” I said, “So listen.. Laura... I kind of need those insurance details?...”

Her smile faded a little and she kind of blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh.. of course,” she said, “come on up and I’ll get them for you.”

Great, I thought, finally!

Her apartment was... nice.

Small, but well appointed, very tidy. I imagined that in this part of town, her rent must have been terrifying.

She led me through to the living room and gestured to a plush red velvet couch.

“Have a seat,” she said brightly, “RELAX,.. I’ll just be a moment...”

“I’m good,” I replied, preferring to stand as I looked around the place.

One thing caught my attention immediately.

“You have a lot of pocket watches,” I commented.

Her bookcase was half filled with an array of pocket watches, lovingly displayed, some clearly antique, some new and in various sizes, shapes and colours.

“Yes, I do,” she replied delightedly, “thank you for noticing.”

“Do you collect them?” I asked, realizing as I spoke that it was clearly a stupid question.

She didn’t seem to mind though.

“I suppose I do,” she replied thoughtfully, “although I tend to think of them as an inevitable consequence of my real interest.”

“And that is.. ?” I prompted.

“Hypnosis,” she replied, blushing slightly.

“I thought you said you were in publishing?”

“I am... Hypnosis is my hobby. Although I’d say it’s more like my... ion.”

“Oh... I see.” I lied. Frankly she was beginning to creep me out.

She idly picked up one of the pocket watches and began to dangle it seductively.

“Care to give it a try?” she asked playfully.

“I’ll .” I replied.

This girl is way too weird for me, I thought.

Disappointed, she returned the pocket watch carefully back to its stand.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked brightly, “coffee?... or something more...?”

“No, I’m fine... really.”

She reached out and grasped my left hand gently, but firmly.

“At least sit down,” she sighed, “make yourself COMFORTABLE.”

Finally I relented and took a seat on the couch... if only to break free of her grasp.

“Are you quite sure I can’t get you anything?” she pressed.

“Just get me those insurance details... please,” I replied.

She paused and looked at me carefully with those big, blue eyes.

“You’re very driven, aren’t you?” she observed calmly.

“I guess,” I shrugged.

She still made no move, just considered me thoughtfully.

“Do you ever unwind?”

“Sure,” I said, starting to get a little annoyed.

“And what do you do... to UNWIND?”

“That’s what vacations are for.”

She chuckled,

“and when was the last time you took a vacation?”

“Back in August,” I replied sharply, “look, can you just.. “

“Yes, yes... insurance details,” she relented, heading out of the room at last.

I sat back on the couch and sighed. It was a nice couch.

She returned a few moments later with two glasses of wine and, conspicuously, a small piece of card visibly tucked under her bra strap... Subtle, I thought ironically.

“What’s this?” I asked as she sat beside me, placing the two glasses on the table in front of us.

“Nightcap,” she said, “I think you need to unwind more often.”

“Really... I’m perfectly fine,” I said with some vexation, “I just need...”

“Seriously,” she interrupted, fixing me with those big, blue eyes, “Nick, you are SO uptight...”

She took my hand and began stroking it again. I didn’t pull it away... but I thought about it.

“RELAX... for five minutes... One glass of wine... please.... Say YES...”

“Okay,” I relented, but she held on, still giving me that look... “yes.”

She smiled and let go of my hand.

I got into the wine, figuring that the sooner I got this over with the better. Although I’d probably have to call an Uber given that I’d already had a couple of glasses of wine with the meal.

“So.. ,” she said brightly, “what do you usually do for fun?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know? Fun?... I presume you’re familiar with the concept?”

Wow.. patronising to boot, I thought.

“Yes,” I replied with some irritation, “I’m aware...”

“And?” she prompted.

“I’m in a paintball league with some of the guys from work.”

“Good,” she noted, “anything else?”

“Couple of beers at the weekend.”

“Gosh... what a full and exciting social life you lead...”

“I’m quite happy, thank you,” I said defensively.

“Are you though?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” she replied thoughtfully, “you’re clearly not married... Any significant other?”

“I don’t really have time for all that right now.” I told her firmly.

“Ah, I see,” she said enigmatically.

“What?” I asked frustratedly.

She didn’t reply. She just considered me carefully with those big blue eyes.

I started to get a bit angry.

“Listen Laura...What exactly do you think you’re doing here?” I demanded.

“I’m seducing you,” she replied simply, giving me that slow blink.

“Then you really need to work on your technique,” I told her arrogantly, “because THIS... Isn’t working!”

“Oh I don’t know.... You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Not for long,” I replied, getting to my feet, “just give me those policy details and I’m out of here.”

She let out a moan of pure exasperation, then looked at me slowly.

Grudgingly, she withdrew the piece of card from her bra strap and handed it to me.

“There,” she said, “happy now?”

“Thank you,” I said, slipping it into my wallet.

“Now,” she said imploringly, “would you please just sit down for one moment and listen to me?”

I took a breath, then agreed.

“Okay “

I sat back down, expectantly looking at Laura.

She didn’t speak. She just looked at me for a long while, those big, blue eyes slowly blinking occasionally.

Then she took a breath to compose herself, and to my astonishment immediately looked down and started speaking directly to my crotch, saying,

“God! He’s not very bright, is he?”

“What...?” I stammered in confusion.

“I’m not talking to you,” she replied, holding up an onishing finger.

She returned her attention to my groin.

“I think you and I, both know where this is going, even if HE doesn’t.”

I was completely dumbfounded. What the hell is happening? I thought, is she nuts?

“And I think that it’s something we will both enjoy very much, don’t you?” she continued, still directly addressing my crotch.

“Right now he’s just getting in the way.. So, why don’t we just put him aside for a little while, so you and I can discuss things privately?”

Then she looked at me directly, her deep blue eyes shining like stars as she snapped her fingers and said, “SLEEP.”

And I blacked out.

The next thing I knew she was snapping her fingers again and I found myself standing butt-naked in her bedroom with my cock in full salute mode.

She stood in front of me, stripped to her bra and panties, smiling sweetly.

I was so shocked I felt like I should be staggering backwards in alarm and confusion but my body wouldn’t respond.

What the hell had she done to me?

“Hi,” she said.

“What the f...?” I began.

“So, your little friend and I, have come to an agreement,” she said, nodding towards my eager erection .

“we’re going to have sex and I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

She said this so nonchalantly, like it was just a simple statement of fact. Like this was just going to happen and I had absolutely no say in the matter.

“The question is... would you like to participate or would you rather sleep through the whole thing?”

I was still reeling. The very moment she said... the S word, I felt a sudden overwhelming tiredness descending, then it ed.

This was insane... I just couldn’t process what was happening here.

“What the Hell did you do to me?” I finally managed to ask.

She giggled and announced,

“You’re hypnotised darling. You think you’re awake right now, but you’re really in a deep trance. Completely under my control.”

“But how...?”

“Oh you silly boy. I told you I was seducing you. But what people don’t realise is that Seduction is a form of hypnosis and hypnosis is a form of Seduction... And you, my dear, are deeply under my spell.”

She gently patted my scrotum.

“Isn’t that right sweetie?”

I felt a sudden twitch of pleasure and gasped.

She chuckled and said, “down boy.”

Suddenly it felt like I deflated and I felt my body shudder as my engorged member went flacid at her command.

I was transfixed, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck as she returned her attention to me. Those eyes!

“So,” she said with a wicked smile, “mind blowing sex? Are you in or out?”

Then she unhooked her bra, revealing her mouth watering breasts and I heard myself whisper,

“In...”

“Good,” she said, pulling down her panties eagerly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Pulling me towards her, she gently touched my cock and said,

“Come on sweetie, let’s play.”

I was fully erect again by the time we made it to the bed.

I’m afraid that my memory of that first night is a little shaky, but I guess that’s because, as she had told me, I was deeply entranced.

I very quickly discovered that her control over my body was not just confined to my penis. She had somehow heightened all my physical sensations to extraordinary levels.

Her skin felt somehow electric and the touch of her fingertips as she gently brushed them across my back sent ripples of pleasure down my spine. She was driving me wild with ion.

And as for my “little friend”, who had surrendered so eagerly to her control. That was another level entirely.

As I slid inside her it ignited a furious ion. I could feel everything so intensely it was almost overwhelming. I thrust deeper and deeper, and she welcomed me with equal desire.

I could feel the contraction of her muscles pulling me onwards, drawing me deeper, teasing me, clutching me, filling me with a heat that begged for release.

I was completely lost.

The scent of her.

The taste of her lips.

The warmth of her breasts.

She was intoxicating.

I think, under normal circumstances I would have climaxed in seconds, but I soon discovered that she also had taken control of my ability to come.

Again and again I thrust desperately, the pressure building and building till I thought I would burst, but I couldn’t release.

I was out of control, moaning pitifully, biting my lip so hard I think I drew blood.

Then she began whispering breathlessly in my ear, directing me. Controlling me.

“Slower.”

“Faster.”

“There.. yes... more.”

And I was compelled to obey. To surrender myself to her direction. And it felt so good. So easy. So natural. So intense.

I was her puppet. Her toy.

She pushed me beyond pleasure, past pain, until I was nothing but pure sensation. Pure bliss.

And then, I guess when she had been fully satisfied, she whispered urgently,

“Now.”

And I exploded inside her. The release like a tsunami, flooding my senses, giving her everything in a euphoric wave.

I think I screamed with pleasure and then I may even have ed out for a second. I was completely spent.

As I gently withdrew I was so tender it was almost painful, in the best way imaginable.

And I’m afraid, being only human, I collapsed beside her and was asleep in a heartbeat.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee and sat up in bed as she handed me a cup.

“Sleep well?” she asked, sitting on the bed next to me.

I nodded, taking a hefty gulp.

“What happened last night?” I asked.

“Don’t you ?” she acted hurt, “we had sex.”

“Oh I that!” I said, “how the Hell could I forget that? No, I mean, before that... You said... I was hypnotised?”

“Yes.” She replied simply, “very.”

“You hypnotised me?”

“Yes. I did.”

I took another mouthful of coffee.

“Am I hypnotised now?”

“No. I’d say you’re fully awake now.”

“Good,” I still couldn’t quite grasp the whole thing. “How...?”

She chuckled,

“Oh darling, you were so easy!”

I couldn’t make sense of it. To me hypnosis involved weird guys with creepy beards waving pocket watches in front of gullible people, getting them to act like chickens.

“I was?”

“You’re so analytical darling,” she continued, “it was simple to misdirect your conscious mind and take control of your subconscious.”

I wanted... no, I needed to know more. To understand. But she interrupted, saying brightly,

“Anyway. Important question... have you ever come so hard in your entire life? Be honest.”

I shook my head, recalling the wild ionate release I had barely recovered from.

“No, never.” I confirmed.

“Good,” she beamed, “then I guess I win.”

“Win what?” I asked bewildered.

“Your cock,” she replied proudly.

“Huh?”

“As I told you last night, your cock and I made an arrangement. I promised to make you come so hard. Harder than you had ever come before. And if I did, your little friend promised that he would be mine from now on.”

If she was trying to confuse me again, she had succeeded. I stared blankly.

“And I did. So now he’s mine.”

“What...?” I stammered. Damn, this woman confounded me.

“I own your cock darling. He belongs to me now. Oh, you can still pee through him I guess, but for anything else... Well...”

I was utterly speechless. This was positively insane.

“Shall we try it out?” she asked. Then turning to my crotch said brightly,

“Morning sweetie, rise and shine.”

And aghast, I felt my penis grow hard and full.

Turning again to me, she asked,

“Do you have work today? Perhaps you should call in sick?”

Oh Fuck! I realised. I had to get to work.

“What time is it?” I asked frantically struggling to my feet, my engorged cock swinging proudly.

“About eight thirty,” she said.

I found my pants and began dressing hurriedly. She just sat back on the bed, hands behind her head, grinning at my performance.

I quickly and rather awkwardly got dressed, then turned to her, exasperated.

“Laura, I....” I ran out of words, she had me reeling again.

“I have to go.... Thank you.... I think?”

I was halfway out the bedroom door when she called out,

“Have a good day... Both of you.”

Oh shit! I realised. I can’t go to work with a raging hard on. I’d probably wind up getting fired.

Sheepishly, I re-entered the bedroom. She hadn’t moved.

“Could you?...” I blushed, pointing... down there.

She grinned,

“Oh alright... Down boy.”

And again I felt that deflated shudder as my little friend stood down.

“Thanks,” I sighed, “I’ll call you.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “You will.”

The day did not go well.

I couldn’t concentrate, my thoughts kept sliding back to the night before and I became more and more frustrated.

By mid morning I was almost ready to lose it completely.

I even slipped out and ed Gary, who was taking a smoke break outside.

“Could I bum one of those?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said offering the pack, “I thought you didn’t smoke?”

“I don’t,” I said, accepting a light and coughing as I inhaled the thick smoke. “I just needed something to help clear my head.”

“Rough night?” he inquired.

“Kind of.... not exactly,” I struggled with my own feelings, “I met this woman....”

“Oh, your date " Gary grinned salaciously, “you sleep with her?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, “she was....”

I trailed off, but of course I had now engaged his curiosity.

“Go on... spill it?”

I couldn’t even begin to describe what had happened, so I fell back on lies and exaggeration. He seemed to buy it, but inside I was still completely overwhelmed.

I accepted a second cigarette, but even that didn’t help me. By lunchtime I had to tell my boss that I was taking the rest of the day sick.

I grabbed a double espresso on the way home, but it seemed that nothing could pierce this fog that was clouding my mind.

Back home I threw myself on the couch and, after a few moments, looked down at my crotch and said,

“You there buddy?”

Nothing. Not that I expected a response or anything. This still seemed completely crazy to me.

“What the hell have you done to us?” I mused.

Then I just sat in silence, trying to think it all through and failing miserably.

Eventually I felt like I had to do something, so I fired up my laptop and started searching the Internet for any information about hypnosis.

I wanted to find out if it was actually possible to do the things Laura had claimed.

It appeared that it was. Although no one had ever claimed to take permanent ownership of anyone’s Johnson. But erection control, orgasm denial, these were not only possible, but regular favourites amongst the small but devoted community I discovered online.

And more. I discovered covert hypnosis, neuro linguistic programming, sub modalities. It was a lot to take in and it left my head spinning, but it made one thing utterly clear to me.

I had been hypnotised... and controlled... and used... And I liked it!

No. I loved it!

But that just brought me back to Laura, who I had just met only yesterday.

Laura... exasperating, infuriating Laura, with those big blue eyes and that strange British accent.

Was it possible?

Did she now own my sacred member?

What did that mean?

If she controlled my cock, did that mean I was somehow bound to her? For life?

Jesus! Did that mean I’d have no choice but to marry her?

I needed to know. I needed to test the veracity of her assertion.

So I grabbed a porn mag from the back of my closet and took it to the bathroom, determined to masturbate myself to oblivion.

Nothing.

Not a twitch. Not a glimmer of interest.

I stared intently at boobs, at pussy, at everything. Imagining myself in those pictures.

No response.

I slapped on some lube and tried coaxing him to life, but the result was the same.

No interest whatsoever.

Fuck!

By the time I eventually conceded, I was almost red raw and so frustrated I could scream.

This can’t be happening to me! I raged in denial.

Desperate, I grabbed my phone and called Shelly.

Shelly was an old on-again, off-again girlfriend. A “friends with benefits” kind of deal.

I couldn’t explain properly, but I somehow managed to talk her round to the offer of a night of ion.

“I can be there in about an hour,” she told me.

Great.

Now we’re talking. A real life woman, who wants what I’ve got to offer her and knows exactly what I want in return.

“Come on buddy. Don’t let me down.” I said to my little friend.

Shelly arrived ready and eager.

She had actually driven over dressed in nothing but her bra and panties hidden under a black plastic raincoat.

It was so wonderfully clichéd that I had to congratulate her.

“Actually,” she said, “when you called I was just about ready for a little action.”

“Always happy to oblige,” I said, masking my nervousness.

We had a couple of drinks and caught up some before getting down to business.

I liked Shelly. She was funny and a bit wild and she was a Hell of a good lover.

If anyone could break the spell...

It is, I have to tell you, the single most embarrassing experience a man can undergo.

And I was so much more than embarrassed. I was positively bereft.

Shelly was great about it. She genuinely seemed more concerned with my wellbeing than the broken promise of an evenings pleasure.

“It’s okay. Maybe you’re just coming down with something?” she offered.

But I knew the truth.

I am nothing if not a good friend and I had promised Shelly a night of ion and I was determined to deliver in the only way I could.

Laura might have control of my dick, but the tongue was still mine and I knew exactly how to use it.

I went down on Shelly relentlessly until she practically begged me to stop.

“Oh Nicky baby,” she said breathlessly afterwards, her face flushed, “that was fucking fantastic!”

She, at least, left satisfied next morning.

Having already set a precedent, I called in sick and spent most of the morning in bed, still desperately trying to come to with my predicament.

At one point I even tried phoning Laura to beg her to release the suggestion, but it went straight to voicemail and I didn’t leave a message. She might have guessed it was me, but I didn’t care.

Finally, around eleven thirty, I got up with one last vague hope in mind.

I got on my laptop and began to research self hypnosis. Maybe I could break free on my own.

I read furiously and frantically, absorbing as much as I could find and by about three that afternoon I figured I could give it a shot.

I reclined on the couch, took a deep breath and began to take myself into a trance.

I used a progressive muscle relaxation to begin with, followed by a series of countdowns to quiet my mind and deepen my trance.

Eventually I decided that I had reached a suitable trance state. My body was heavy and relaxed and my mind was clearer than it had been for years. So I focused all my attention on my little guy and tried to will him back to life with the power of suggestion.

I got nothing.

Then, unbidden a memory of Laura’s big, beautiful blue eyes flashed through my mind and I felt a sudden twinge of recognition down there.

It was enough to wake me from my self induced trance and I sat up, suddenly understanding and saying,

“Oh... okay.”

So, that evening, around six thirty, Laura was surprised to find me sitting on the steps outside her apartment building when she got home.

“Hello,” she said.

“Hi,” I responded as I got to my feet.

“I thought you were going to call me,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied apologetically, “look, can we talk?”

“Of course, come on up.”

A short while later, she handed me a freshly brewed mug of coffee, sat next to me on the couch and said,

“So...what would you like to talk about?”

Our conversation had been brief and entirely superficial on the way up to her apartment. But now we had come to it. I took a breath and responded,

“This whole hypnosis thing.”

“Okay,” she nodded, “what would you like to know?”

I took a moment to organise my thoughts and then began listing points, counting them off on my fingers,

“You seduced me,” One.

“Yes.” She confirmed.

“You hypnotised me,” Two.

“Yes.”

“You used me,” Three.

“Yes.”

“You stole my cock,” Four.

“Now hold on,” she said firmly, “that was a perfectly fair arrangement and I more than delivered on my side of the bargain. You said so yourself. So... bought and paid for!”

“Okay, okay,” I conceded, “but, setting aside the how... which is going to be a whole other conversation...the thing I really don’t understand is..., why?”

She thought for a moment, then offered doubtfully,

“Because I could?”

Then she quickly shook her head and decided,

“No. That’s a rubbish answer, isn’t it?”

I took another breath and just came out with it,

“What I’m trying to say is... What exactly do you want from me Laura?”

“Oh.. Isn’t it obvious darling?” she replied calmly, “I want... you.”

“Good,” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Because you’ve got me.”

With a degree of satisfaction I could tell by the look on her face that, for the first time, I had confounded her.

“You see,” I continued, “my little friend and I had a little chat and we are in agreement.”

I paused to collect my thoughts and explain myself properly.

“We... have decided that life with you would undoubtedly be exasperating, infuriating, intoxicating, bewildering and utterly, inconceivably magical. Whereas, life without you would be...”

She was rapt, hanging on my every word.

“... unbearable.” I concluded.

She just stared at me, those big blue eyes wide.

“What I’m saying is...,” and I genuinely got down on one knee before her, “Laura... you already own the little guy... But will you take the rest of me?”

This was it. Heart on the line. She could exalt or destroy me right now with a single word.

But, as ever, she chose instead to completely confound me.

“Damn!” she said frustratedly.

“Wha...?”

She stood up and sighed with exasperation, looking down at me.

“I had it all planned out how I would gradually build the suggestion in your subconscious till you were absolutely compelled to propose to me,” she said, “and now you’ve gone and spoiled the whole thing.”

“Sorry...,” I mumbled, “does that mean you don’t want to marry me?”

“No... Yes....,” she stumbled over her words, but quickly recovered.

“Of course I’ll marry you. It’s just that it was going to be so exciting seeing how long it would take to hypnotise you into it.”

Exultant, I sprang to my feet, wrapped her in my arms and kissed her ionately.

Halfway through, she stopped, pushed me away a little and gazed up at me with a curious expression.

“Wait a minute,” she said. “You, and he...,” she looked down at my cock, “... had a little chat?”

“Kind of... yeah.” I replied.

“How exactly?”

“Well...,” I began.

We sat down together and I told her the whole story of how I had spent the past two days.

She laughed repeatedly at my frantic predicament, although she also punched me in the arm when I told her about Shelly.

“What else could I do?” I protested, “I promised her sex and I couldn’t deliver!”

She accepted that I had done a good thing for an old flame and took particular note of the fact that I could deliver good oral.

When I finally finished relating my self hypnosis experience and the inescapable realisation that I wanted her as completely as she wanted me, she smiled mockingly and said,

“So, you fancy yourself a bit of a hypnotist now?”

“Well, I know a bit more than I did before I met you.” I conceded.

She took a deep breath and reclined beside me.

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.” She said eagerly.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” I said, suddenly put on the spot and not wanting to disappoint her, “I don’t think I could actually hypnotise you!”

“You have to start somewhere,” she said enigmatically, “and now is as good a time as any... I think you may surprise yourself.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

She just nodded and looked at me expectantly.

So I gave it a shot...

I took her through the same progressive muscle relaxation that I had done, then had her count down with me a couple of times until her responses became slow, quiet and kind of dreamy...

I think I had done it... I really think she was in a trance.

So, I thought,... now what?

I may have gotten a little ambitious...

In the course of my research I had stumbled upon some fairly racy material and although I hadn’t really gone too far down that particular rabbit hole, I had a vague idea of how it might work... so I took a chance.

I began to suggest that she might begin to feel a pleasant tingling sensation... between her thighs... and that that sensation might begin to grow more and more intense.

Pretty soon, her legs started squirming... and I pushed further... telling her that that tingling was moving up... to her most sensitive areas, beginning to tease... and tantalise.. Growing stronger.

Laura responded eagerly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she let out a gentle moan.

My heart was racing... this was incredible... I had to force myself to retain a calm, authoritative tone.

I pushed her further, building that sense of pleasure till she began to gasp in delight, her thighs clutching at an invisible tongue.

Then I told her... when I count to three and snap my fingers... she was going to come... and it would be incredible.

And she did... and my little guy was bursting at the seams at the sight of her orgasmic release.

Holy Fuck! I thought.

Then, once the waves of pleasure had ed, and she relaxed again with a soft, satisfied sigh, I brought her back up. Counting from one to ten as she returned to herself.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a dreamy smile.

“You learn fast, don’t you?”

“So... how did I do?” I asked.

“Hmm... seven out of ten.” She replied.

“Only seven?”

“Don’t get too cocky... Not bad for a first time, but you still have a long way to go.”

“But it worked?” I asked eagerly.

“It helps if you have a willing subject,” she replied.

I sighed with relief.

“Although someone should have warned you...,”

“What?”

“An hypnotic orgasm is a wonderful thing... but it does leave one hungry... for the real thing!”

“Really?” I replied, “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Well... now you know,” she said lasciviously, “come here sweetie...”

You can guess the rest.

Sitting up in bed afterwards, I sighed and said,

“I will definitely that!”

“Good,” Laura said with a smile, “lesson one.”

“Hell of a lesson,” I commented.

Laura shifted and got out of bed.

“Hey, Where are you going?” I asked.

“Wait here,” she replied, “I shan’t be a moment.”

She left the bedroom quietly then returned a few moments later, carrying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and an ashtray.

“What’s this?” I said in mock surprise, “we’ve known each other all of... what? Three days, and only now do I find out that you smoke?”

She chuckled as she climbed back into bed.

“Don’t worry darling,” she replied, “I don’t smoke a lot... But a cigarette after really great sex is one of life’s richer pleasures.”

She gave me a satisfied wink as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a smile.

“You should take it as a compliment,” she added.

“Oh, I will,” I replied, watching her in fascination.

She took a long, slow puff and held the smoke for a couple of seconds, then exhaled a satisfied sigh.

“Lovely,” she purred, “would you like one?”

“I don’t,” I replied.

She raised her left hand, fingers ready to snap and said mischievously.

“I could make you?”

My pulse raced, but I held firm.

“Yeah, you could...,” I conceded, “but you won’t.”

She lowered the hand.

“No, I won’t.”

She took another luxurious puff and then turned to me accusingly.

“Wait a minute... You said you had a couple of cigarettes at work... With... Gary, was it?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, “but those were extreme circumstances at the time. And I didn’t enjoy it or anything.”

“Hmm,” she said, taking another puff, “but don’t you think I look terribly sexy when I smoke?”

She had a point, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Maybe a little,” I lied.

“He... seems to like it,” she noted, nodding at my crotch, which was beginning to stir.

“Yeah, but he’s biased. You own him, ?”

“Yes I do,” she grinned, “and he’s a good boy. Isn’t he?”

She patted the sheets above my little friend and I swear he responded as I felt a little thrill down there.

“Can I ask you something?” I said hesitantly.

“Of course darling,”

“Did you hit my car on purpose?”

She gasped.

“No...,” then she sighed, “okay... Full disclosure.”

I kind of held my breath.

She took another puff of her cigarette, then crushed it out.

“Okay,...” she began, “so I’d kind of noticed you... at that coffee shop a couple of times before...”

I nodded, somehow not particularly surprised.

“And I thought... he looks interesting.... but I could never quite find an excuse to strike up a conversation...”

She blushed.

“Then I was actually just driving past... and I spotted your car... and I thought, Oh, maybe I could run into him... I actually thought that... not literally, but... anyway... so I started to pull in when I realised you were actually in the car... and then I hit the brakes too late... and...”

“Bang,” I concluded.

“Bang,”

“So then...?”

“I guess panic set in... I didn’t want to ruin my one chance...so I decided to see if I could...”

“Hypnotise me covertly?”

“Yes.”

“The hand thing... and the blinking?”

“Yes.”

“And it worked.”

“Yes.”

“And when exactly did you decide to steal my cock?” I asked.

She frowned slightly,

“Now, we’ve been over this... That was a perfectly fair arrangement.”

“Yes... Okay... But when?”

“Oh, I don’t know... I suppose I have a devilish streak in me... Perhaps it was what you’d call penis envy?”

I chuckled.

“It’s kind of taking it to extremes, don’t you think?”

She chuckled and then sighed,

“Still want to marry me... now you know the whole story?”

I kissed her ionately.

“Are you kidding?” I asked, “how could I possibly let you go?”

She smiled and returned my ionate kiss.

Then I looked at her, gazing deep into those big blue eyes and said,

“Have you ever been to Vegas?”