The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As her students slowly trickled out of the study room, Selin hurried to wipe down the blackboard and get her papers in order. She hoped to maybe check in on her experiments before having to teach the next class. Her efforts were hampered by a flood of post-lecture questions, as per usual all coming from a single student: Kien Duy.

She tried to answer them quickly. To stay brief. To hint that most of these questions could be answered by looking in the course notes. Then she looked up from her tidying and felt bad for doing so. The poor guy looked miserable. He was hunched over, there were deep bags under his eyes, and his face looked gray. It looked like he hadn’t slept for several days. She was sure it wasn’t from partying.

A little smile appeared on his face when she looked at him though, and his eyes brightened. It looked as if he wanted to say something. Something that wasn’t another question about the material.

The door to the room swung open. A tall, handsome man in a tight, white shirt stood in the door opening.

“Robert?!” Selin exclaimed.

“Hi, honey,” Robert said.

Kien yelped and rushed out the door, ducking under Robert’s arm, which was still holding the doorknob. He disappeared down the hallway.

Robert turned to look after him, leaving him wide open for Selin’s bear hug.

“I thought you were busy getting your dream job,” she said as she buried her cheek in his back. “Is the interview over already? Did you get the job?” she asked, excited.

He turned to hug her. “It’s been moved to tomorrow. I have some empty time, so I figured I’d take over your next class so you can check in on your experiments.”

She swung her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “Best. Boyfriend. Ever.” she said when she finally let go.

He waved away the compliment. “My limited intellect is much better spent on teaching than a genius like you anyway.” Before she could object, he gestured in the direction of the hallway and asked: “But say, what was that about?”

Selin’s face fell.

“Something the matter with the kid?”

She nodded.

“Mental health?”

She nodded again.

“Did you tell him about the mental health Verantwortliche?“

“I did, but I don’t think they can really help. He just needs friends.”

He brushed her hair aside and gently caressed her cheek. Selin closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. This little ritual always made her feel better.

“It’s not your responsibility,” Robert said. “I know it sucks, but you’ve got your own stuff to worry about.”

She slumped a little. Robert took her in his arms. “I know. I know,” she said. “I just can’t help but worry. I wish he had at least one person who looked after him.”

The moment she said ‘I wish’ the air began to flutter. She heard a high pitched whine and felt a prickling along her skin. Her hair began to rise as if she was statically charged. Suddenly, it felt as if reality was buffering. She could still move, but her movements were delayed. The background became fuzzy. Robert’s touch was gone, but she felt something tugging on her skin. Then, for just a moment, everything went black.

When she came to she was looking at a mirror, though it took her a moment to realize this. The woman—no, girl—in the mirror had smoother skin than her. Her hair was glossy and had blond streaks in it. She looked tired, but not fatigued as Selin had been. The bags under her eyes implied parties and alcohol, not all-nighters and caffeine pills. Her blouse and pants combo had been replaced by a tight top and shorts.

For a moment she was disoriented, but then her hands moved on their own. She touched up her makeup, retrieving lipstick and mascara from a purse she didn’t recognize. When whatever part of her that was controlling her movements was done, she turned to the door. As she did, she realized she was in a bathroom.

Opening the door, she entered a small hallway. She’d never seen this place before, but she realized she had a mental map of it. She checked off the doors in her head: roommate’s room, kitchen, other roommate (Hannah?)’s room, Kien’s room.

She walked down the hallway, feeling drawn to the familiar name. She ed a couple of faded posters and a cork board onto which several flyers for local pizza places, a Putzplan, and several other random things had been pinned.

She opened Kien’s room and found it, too, a weird mix of foreign and familiar. Right across from her was an IKEA bookcase filled to the brim with knickknacks, figurines, and even a couple of books. To its right stood a hamper whose content she felt sure would be sniff tested instead of washed tomorrow. Even further to the right stood a desk littered with a mix of notes, snacks, textbooks, and mostly empty beer bottles, some of which she somehow felt were hers. The walls were covered with posters of bands she liked and a lot of photos, most of them featuring her. On the windowsill stood three eminently alive houseplants, neatly arranged in a row.

It occurred to her that this looked like a normal student’s room, not a depression den. This seemed unexpected and yet utterly normal to her. Before she could think about it, her gaze drifted even further right and landed on the bed. Or rather on Kien lying on top of it. Naked.

He smiled. “Hi, honey.”

Oh no, she thought. The puzzle pieces slid together in her head. She saw what was going on and what her role in all this was. Part of her rebelled, the part she felt strongly was the real her: she was a TA! She was in the final year of her doctorate, trying to finish her thesis on time. She had a partner: Robert! The memories were crystal clear.

Yet there were also other memories. Memories of a boyfriend: Kien, of being a bachelor student, of Kien’s next door roommate being gone for the night. And there was one thing that wasn’t a memory: she was horny.

Again, the younger Selin took control of her actions. She grinned, giddy, quickly slipped out of her clothes and went to lie on top of Kien.

He pulled her against himself and breathed in the scent of her hair. She loved the feeling of his skin against hers, so much that she protested when he let go of her. But he had merely done so to flip her around. He lay down on top of her and kissed her, deeply, and she enjoyed that even more. She felt his dick stiffening against her thigh and wriggled her leg against it. She was teasing him, but she also wanted it. She wanted him inside of her.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him even tighter against herself. She laid her free hand on his butt and shifted his hips, trying to navigate his dick to its rightful place.

He wriggled free from her, and laughed when she made a discontented sound. “Eager, are we?” he asked. His eyes bore a glint that made it obvious he was enjoying this. He enjoyed being the responsible one, the one in control of himself. And he enjoyed having a girlfriend who wanted him so much that she couldn’t control herself.

He kissed her on the lips again, but only briefly. His next kiss was on her cheek; the one after on her neck. He slowly moved down her chest until he had reached her nipple. He paused for a moment and then began to suckle on it, swirling his tongue in a way she ed teaching him.

She recoiled at the memory suddenly. It had a strong feeling of wrongness. It hadn’t happened! This wasn’t right. She wanted to push him away, to protest, but then he locked his lips around her nipple and exerted just a little bit of pressure. Her moan carried all doubts away.

He was a considerate lover. Clumsy and inexperienced, but clearly trying to learn. After finishing with her nipples, he went down on her. She had to guide him with her hands, and give a lot of . In the beginning, he went too fast and for a moment it hurt. After apologizing profusely, he continued, too slow this time. He did eventually manage to bring her to orgasm though.

It seemed he was tired after that. He moved to hold her, as if he wanted to cuddle for a bit before continuing.

She grabbed him, flipped him on his back, and finally claimed what was hers. She rode him until he had cum and she was satisfied. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, still sticky with sweat.

Kien’s roommate said nothing when he saw her in the hallway the next morning, hair still tousled and wearing one of Kien’s T-shirts. Apparently this was normal behavior for her.

She brushed her teeth—it appeared she had a toothbrush here—showered and combed her hair. Back in Kien’s room, she put on her clothes from yesterday and kissed him awake.

“Shall I make us some breakfast?” he asked, still half asleep. “I have the ingredients for Xôi.”

She pulled the blanket off of him and threw it in the corner. “We have class, ?”

They stopped at her place on the way. Her reference books were gone, replaced by standard textbooks. Used but not loved. Her calendar was still pinned to the wall in its usual place, but now it contained notes about parties instead of conferences and symposia. She opened the drawer she ed her notes being in and found it instead filled with condoms and a truly staggering variety of dildos.

Kien just wiggled his eyebrows at the sight. He showed no sign he found it weird.

She changed clothes, asking from Kien on exactly how revealing to make it today, and they headed to class. On the way she met people she’d never seen before, but whose names she knew and who ed her as a friend. They sat in class and talked about events that had never happened. Even when the lecture started, they kept on gossiping.

The day ed. Things began to feel normal. Perhaps this was how things were meant to be. How they had always been. It did not seem like a bad life. She was popular, apparently. And from the stories she told, it seemed as if she had fun.

“Miss Göktürk!”

A stern voice interrupted her gossiping. She looked up at the TA who was reprimanding her, ready to roll her eyes at whatever comment was about to follow. Instead, she locked eyes with Robert.

His face was scrunched up, annoyed. It turned to a look of startled recognition once their eyes met. He had been about to say something teacherly. Now, he lost his train of thought. A series of meaningless sounds fell from his mouth.

“Just keep it down, if you will,” he mumbled finally, before continuing the lecture.

Her friends giggled. They had misunderstood his reaction. “Seduced him with just a look!” one of them laughed. The others ed in. They continued lightly ribbing her for the rest of class. Kien laughed along, seemingly unbothered.

The incident stuck with Selin though. It had shaken her out of her daze. For a bit she had let herself believe this was normal. Now she knew it was wrong.

She looked around. These were not her friends. She didn’t even know these people. It was clear now. She felt as if she’d finally grabbed a rock after being afloat at sea. She pulled herself onto the land as she looked around. Yes, this was wrong. Some terrible aberration.

Her eyes fell on Kien. A wave of affection crashed over her. Her hand slipped. She was drifting again. She didn’t even notice as she packed her things and walked out of the room alongside the others.

A hand grabbed her shoulder. “Selin?”

She turned around. It was Robert. He let go of her immediately, startled by his own action. They stared at each other as the last students filed out of the room. A whole palette of emotions played across Robert’s face: confusion as what he had done, worry about what onlookers might think, nervousness because she wasn’t responding, but also, somewhere, a conviction that this was right.

“Robert?” she said, finally.

His face instantly brightened up. “Selin!” he exclaimed.

They embraced. He felt familiar. She held onto him tight. He was her rock now.

He gently brushed her hair. “What happened?” he asked.

She felt tears come into her eyes. “I don’t know.”

He grabbed her shoulders and held her at arm’s length; looked her up and down. “You look so young!” he said. “And your hair! Did you use to have it like this?”

She shook her head, smiling even though her eyes were still wet. “Apparently, I’m quite the party girl now.”

“Do you still do your work?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.”

His expression hardened. “We have to fix this.”

“How?” she asked, despair creeping into her voice.

“I don’t know, but—” His watch beeped. The interview.

He looked at his watch. He looked at her. Back to his watch. Back to her. He seemed frozen, unable to make a decision. Then, something changed in his face. Determination. He silenced his alarm and turned fully to her.

“It’s ok,” she said. “You can go.”

Doubt returned to his face. “You’re sure?”

She gave him a little push. “Go!” she said. “This is important.”

“You’re important!” he protested.

“I can wait,” she said. She gave him another push.

He embraced her. “I’ll figure something out,” he said. “I promise. I have to go now, but come to my office later. We’ll talk again.” He gave her a peck on the forehead and left.

She stumbled out of the room, still dazed. Kien was waiting for her.

“There’s my little vixen,” he said as he pulled her in for a kiss.

She reciprocated. Autopilot.

“Did you have fun seducing Mr. Weber?” He was smiling, but there was no sign that he was joking, nor that he was upset.

She wanted to protest, but something about the absurdity of the situation and her dazed state prevented her. Instead, a single thought wormed itself to the front of her mind and began occupying more and more space, until finally she had to express it: “You don’t mind?”

He laughed heartily. “Do you still not trust that I’m fine with being poly?”

She looked at him, confused. This was not anything she would’ve expected from the shy, depressed, seemingly virginal boy who sat in the back of her class. Was this from her influence in this reality? Or was he simply like this?

He apparently mistook her confusion for an affirmative answer. Worry appeared on his face. “Honey, I would never try to control you. It wasn’t my idea, but I really don’t mind. I think I’m just not a very jealous person.” It was clearly the truth, but he still spoke slightly too fast. His hands were fidgeting. He nervously looked in her eyes, waiting for a response.

She met his gaze. In his eyes she saw his entire being. She saw a vulnerable young man who loved her with all he had. Who was genuinely trying his best. Who had laid his entire heart in her hands. He trusted her so much he had given her the ability to crush him, even by accident. She felt the weight of it. The responsibility. But also deep affection.

She grabbed him and kissed him on the lips, not as old Selin or new Selin, but simply as herself.

When she released him, Kien stumbled back a few steps, dazed. He looked at her with a dopey smile. “How could I ever try to control such a wonderful creature?”

A sparkle of mischief came into his eyes. “Besides, Mr. Weber is really nice,” he said. “I just wish he was our professor. Maybe your tryst with him could get us some better grades.”

Reality began to stutter again, and she heard the same high pitched sound as the last time. She clasped her hands over her ears. This time she felt no bodily sensations. No prickling or tugging on her skin. No static charge raising her hair. She had just enough time to notice that this was different. Then, everything went black again.

When she came to, she stood in front of a door, her hand outstretched as if to open it. It seemed familiar somehow. Somewhere in the university for sure. She spotted a nameplate in the corner of her eye and turned to look at it, but then a voice yelled “Come in!” from the other side—louder than required. They were repeating themselves. Startled, she opened the door and rushed inside.

On the other side, sitting behind a desk, was Robert. An older Robert. His eyes were narrowed in annoyance, but brightened up upon seeing her.

“Ms. Göktürk,” he said. “Welcome! Come in. Sit. My door is always open.” He gestured to the chair across from him.

She plopped down, dazed.

He stood up, brought his chair to the other side of the desk and sat down directly next to her. “What seems to be the matter?” he asked. “Is this about your grades?”

“My grades?” she mumbled.

“Yes, your grades,” he continued, mistaking her confusion for anxiety. “They’re not the best, but I’m sure if you apply yourself that can change.”

She stared at him. His face was clearly Robert’s, and yet he was so different. He spoke differently; he dressed differently. His shoes were fancier—leather—and his tight shirt had been replaced by a comfy looking sweater. His hair was different too, not just gray but cut differently. What had been a short back and sides was now a mop of not quite long, but also not short hair. It gave the appearance of someone who had no one to impress anymore, and maybe enjoyed that the slightly unkempt look hid his receding hairline.

“Ms. Göktürk?” he asked. He was leaning forward. There was worry on his face.

She realized she hadn’t said anything for quite a while.

He put a hand on her thigh. “Is everything alright?”

She looked down at his hand. His touch felt familiar. She enjoyed it, but it creeped her out.

He gave her thigh a little squeeze.

She stood up instinctively. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t why I came here.”

She turned to leave, but he grabbed her hand and gently guided her back down. “I think I do,” he said.

“You do?” she asked, confused.

“I do,” he said. He gave her thigh a little pat to get her to finally sit down completely. “Your grades,” he continued. “Are not the best.” He brushed her hair aside and gently caressed her cheek.

His touch felt familiar in a comforting way. She leaned into it reflexively and closed her eyes. Worry and confusion drifted away. She felt at home here. Comforted. She lifted her hand and gently stroked his arm.

“See,” he said. “I’m sure something can be arranged.”

She opened her eyes and saw his face. The weathered face of a tenured professor. Not that of her Robert. She jumped up, muttered an excuse, and rushed out the door.

Robert stared at the door Selin had slammed shut behind herself. A curse escaped from his lips. He slapped his knee, annoyed, and stood up. He gripped the back of the chair. Gripped it tightly, until it hurt. Then he cursed again and let go. He began putting back his chair, mentally preparing his explanation to HR.

“I wish she were more receptive to my advances,” he sighed.

He heard a high pitched whine, and reality began to stutter.

Selin swirled her tongue around Kien’s cockhead. He moaned. A small smile crept onto her face, but she concentrated on her task. She moved up and down his shaft. She tried different things, following a mental checklist. She nibbled on it, used some teeth—gently—and caressed his balls.

Kien gave . He struggled. Repeatedly, his words were interrupted by moans, but he persisted.

She mentally noted everything he said, adding it to her mental guide for how to give the perfect blowjob.

After some time like this, he leaned forward and took her hand.

She paused and looked up at him, confused.

He gently guided her hand between her thighs.

She made a small questioning sound, muffled by the cock in her mouth.

“It’s hot,” he said. “Trust me.”

She understood and began touching herself while she continued. She felt that her technique was getting sloppier, but every once in a while she moaned on his cock and Kien let out a long groan. She added it to the catalog and continued down her checklist. It was more difficult now. Her thoughts were getting fuzzier. Kien’s comments were shorter too, at times becoming monosyllabic. Still, she persisted, until at last she finished the last item.

She popped Kien’s dick out of her mouth and laid her head on his thigh. Her left hand was still circling her clit. Her right continued gently stroking his cock. She looked up at him and smiled. Her cheeks were beet red. She was sweating and panting.

He smiled down at her. “Got everything done?” he asked as he gently stroked her hair.

She nodded and leaned into his touch.

“You wanna stop?”

She shook her head and dove back onto his cock. She picked up the pace, both with her left hand and her mouth. Kien’s breathing became ever shorter. She felt herself getting closer and sped up some more, trying to get the timing right. She was close now. Closer. Almost there.

An orgasm crashed over her and she screamed. She kept her lips over his dick though, so that what came out was a low, guttural sound. It was enough to send him over the edge too. Cum filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it, but she was still moaning. Cum sprayed all over the bed as she began to cough.

Kien made a startled sound and sat bold upright. He looked worried for a moment, but she had already caught herself. He looked at the mess around his hip. Suddenly, he began to laugh.

Selin began to laugh too. Haltingly at first, interrupted by the occasional cough, but soon they were both full-on belly-laughing.

Kien grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed, not caring about the cum being smeared all over his bed. He kissed her. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you.” More kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He kept going for a while, covering her with kisses.

She couldn’t help but giggle.

Finally, he pulled her against his chest. She leaned into him, enjoying the sensation of their skins sticking together.

He grabbed ahold of the blanket and slowly, sneakily began to pull it over the both of them.

She laid a hand on his to stop him. “Uh-uh. No cuddling.”

He whined in protest.

She sat up and poked his nose. “You know why Friday is practice day. I have to leave.”

He made a half-hearted attempt to grab her, but she slipped out of his hands and got out of bed. She showered, brushed her teeth and got changed.

Kien caught up with her in the hallway, just as she’d slipped into her shoes. He’d just about put on his shorts.

“Say hi to my paramour for me,” he said. His eyes were drinking in the sight of her. He had a dopey smile on his face.

She laughed and kissed him. “He’s hardly that. It’s not like with Cem.”

He shrugged. “Say hi nevertheless.”

After a short tram ride she arrived at her destination: A single family home in the nicer part of town. She slipped around the back of the house, making sure none of the neighbors saw her. She opened the back door with her key and slipped inside.

“I’m here!” she loudly announced as she kicked off her shoes.

An older man’s voice rang through the house: “I’m where I always am!”

She walked over to the living room, keeping her coat on. “Hello, professor Weber.”

He was sitting in his reading chair, but stood up as she entered. He was wearing a nightgown and a pair of fuzzy, comfortable looking slippers. The blinds were shut and the lights were dimmed. The room’s primary source of illumination was a couple of lit candles on a nearby table. Next to them stood a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

“Please,” he said. “Call me Robert. I’ve told you before.” He filled the glasses and handed one to her.

She took a little sip and gave him a coquettish look. “Oh, but it’s so much more fun this way,” she said. She placed the glass back on the table and began unbuttoning her coat.

“Kien says hi,” she said with a smile as she slipped out of it. She wore only a lace bodysuit underneath. It was a dark red, matching her lipstick.

He chuckled. His eyes roamed over her body for a while before he took a sip and set his glass down too. “You young people have such interesting relationships these days,” he said as he cupped her breast. “Tell him he’s got the assistant po—”

She laid a finger on his lips to silence him. “Later,” she said. “After.” She pushed him backwards until he fell into his chair and knelt between his legs.

He smiled. “He’s really lucky to have someone who looks after him so well,” he said as she got to work.