The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The gleaming glass doors of PharmaTec swung open with a whoosh, inviting me into a world of cutting-edge science and sleek design. The air was cool and perfumed with the scent of expensive air fresheners, a stark contrast to the bustling, hectic energy of the streets outside. I stepped inside, and took a deep breath. Today was the start of a new chapter, a new career, and a chance to prove myself in a field that had always fascinated me.

Mr. Thompson, my new boss, was waiting for me at the reception desk. His smile was as bright as his polished shoes.

“Sara, welcome to PharmaTec,” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Mr. Thompson, your new boss.”

I shook his hand, feeling the firm grip, and returned his smile. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I’m really excited to be here.”

He chuckled, a low, warm sound. “Please, call me Thomas. We’re all about innovation here, and that includes our language.” He winked and gestured towards the heart of the office.

“Shall we get started? I’ll show you around, and then we’ll dive into the orientation.”

As we walked, I took in the surroundings. The office was a labyrinth of open-concept workspaces, each desk occupied by a high-end computer monitor and an employee hunched over it, fingers dancing over keyboards. The air buzzed with a low hum of productivity, punctuated by the occasional click of a mouse or rustle of paper.

Thomas led me to a modern workstation, its surface clear except for a sleek laptop and a tall glass of water with a lemon slice floating in it.

“Here’s your new desk,” he said, gesturing to the laptop. “First thing’s first, let’s get you set up with your orientation module.”

I sat down, the chair automatically adjusting to my height. I moved the mouse and the laptop screen lit up, displaying the company logo and a welcome message. “Just click ‘Start’ when you’re ready,” Thomas said, patting the back of my chair before walking away.

I took a sip of water and clicked ‘Start’. The screen flickered briefly, and then the orientation module began. It was a standard-issue corporate video, with upbeat music and clips of smiling employees.

I settled in, eyes scanning the screen, brain absorbing the information. This was familiar territory; I’d done this dance before. But as I watched, something felt... off. A subtle hum filled my ears, and the screen flickered again. The music seemed to pulsate, and the smiling faces on the screen took on a strange, almost hypnotic quality.

I tried to blink away the weird sensation, but my eyelids felt heavy. The room spun slightly, and I gripped the edge of my desk to steady myself. What was happening? I squinted at the screen, trying to focus on the words, but they swirled together, becoming a meaningless blur.

The hum in my ears grew louder, more insistent, and I felt a strange, tingling sensation in my fingertips. I tried to stand, to call out for help, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. The world around me faded, and I was engulfed by a bright, blinding light.

Darkness. Then, a sudden, disorienting snap back to consciousness. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights of the office. I was still at my desk, still in front of the laptop, but something felt different.

I shook my head, trying to clear the lingering fog, and glanced at the clock on my laptop’s screen. To my surprise, several hours had ed since I started the orientation module.

I stretched, my muscles feeling strangely stiff, and looked around. The office was quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by an almost palpable stillness. I checked my watch; it was almost seven in the evening. I must have been in some kind of trance, I thought, rubbing my temples.

A voice suddenly broke the silence. “There you are, Sara.”

I turned to see Thomas approaching me, his usual smile replaced by a frown.

“You’ve been at it for hours,” he said, concern etched on his features. “You must be exhausted. Let’s call it a day.”

“But I just started,” I protested, my voice echoing in the now-empty office. “I didn’t even get to the end of the training.”

Thomas waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that. We can pick up tomorrow. You need some rest.” He leaned in, his gaze intensifying.

“In fact, why don’t you head home now? ”

I nodded, feeling a strange, sudden urge to please him. “Okay, that sounds good.”

Thomas smiled, his earlier concern replaced with a smug satisfaction. “Great. See you tomorrow, Sara.”

I gathered my things, my mind still foggy from the strange episode. As I walked out of PharmaTec, the city lights seemed brighter, the air felt fresher.

I hailed a cab, the driver giving me a lingering glance as I slid into the backseat. I didn’t return it; I was still too preoccupied with my strange experience. But as the cab pulled away from the curb, I told the driver to drive me to the mall.

I had a sudden, inexplicable urge to buy new clothes. The driver drove to the mall.

As I stepped out of the cab, the sounds of the city were replaced by the hum of the shopping center, the scent of expensive perfumes, and the bright lights of the stores. I walked through the doors, and entered a boutique.

A saleswoman approached me, her eyes taking in my professional attire.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked, her voice friendly yet slightly dismissive, as if she assumed I was there just to browse.

I looked at her, really looked at her for the first time, and something shifted inside me. Her hair was styled in loose curls, her makeup perfect, and her outfit was a mixture of sophistication and sex appeal. She was everything I wasn’t, and suddenly, I wanted to be.

“Yes, actually,” I said, my voice sounds different to my own ears, softer, more breathy.

“I’m looking for something... new.”

The saleswoman’s eyes widened slightly at the change in my tone, but she simply smiled and gestured towards the racks. “We have some amazing new arrivals. What kind of look are you going for?”

I bit my lip, a gesture I normally reserved for tense meetings or difficult decisions. But this time, it felt... different. Sexier, somehow. “I would like a professional skirt, blouse and some shoes” The words rolled off my tongue like it was something I’d said a thousand times before, not the first time I’d ever itted it.

The saleswoman nodded, her smile widening.

“Of course,” she said, leading me towards a rack of knee-length skirts. “We have a lovely selection of business-casual wear here.”

As she helped me pick out a skirt, I couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill at the sensation of the fabric against my skin. It was soft, silky, and it made me feel... different. More aware of my body, somehow.

“And how about this blouse?” the saleswoman asked, holding up a vibrant, colorful top.

“It would look great with the skirt, don’t you think?”

I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement as I imagined myself in the outfit. It was so different from my usual pant suits, yet it felt... right. “Yes, I love it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The saleswoman beamed at me, clearly pleased with her selection. “I’m glad to hear that. And what about some lingerie to go with it? We have some beautiful pieces that would really complete the look.”

I hesitated for a moment, but only briefly. The thought of wearing something sexy and feminine underneath my new clothes sent a shiver down my spine. “Yes, that sounds great.”

I smiled, my cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. The saleswoman nodded and led me to the lingerie section. I ran my fingers over the satin and lace, feeling a strange new sensation of pleasure at the textures.

“What about this set?” the saleswoman asked, holding up a frilly, skimpy number. “It’s one of our most popular items.”

I bit my lip again, my heart pounding. “I love it,” I breathed. The saleswoman winked at me and set it aside.

“I’ll get that in your size. And don’t forget, we have a great selection of shoes too.”

I followed her to the shoe section, my eyes scanning the racks of heels. I’d never been a fan of high heels, but as I looked at them now, I felt a strange, new appreciation.

“What about these?” the saleswoman asked, holding up a pair of black, patent leather pumps with a delicate, gold buckle. “They’re just one inch, so they’re perfect for work, but they still give you that little bit of height and sex appeal.”

I nodded, my heart fluttering.

“Those are perfect,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The saleswoman smiled and tucked the shoes under her arm.

“I’ll grab those for you too,” she said. “Why don’t you try everything on in the changing room? I think you’re going to love the way you look.”

I thanked her and headed to the dressing room, my arms laden with the new clothes. As I slid the curtain closed behind me, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection looked different, somehow. My eyes seemed brighter, my cheeks flushed with excitement.

I quickly shed my work clothes, hanging them neatly on the provided hook. I stepped into the skirt first, zipping it up and iring the way it hugged my curves before moving on to the blouse. As I buttoned it up, I couldn’t help but run my hands over the soft fabric, marveling at the way it felt against my skin.

Next, I slipped on the lingerie, the cool satin and lace against my bare flesh sending shivers down my spine. I stood before the mirror, taking in the sight of myself for the first time. The reflection staring back at me was... transformed.

The professional, low-maintenance woman I recognized was still there, but now she was layered with something else. Something softer, more sensual. I turned slightly, watching the way the light caught the fabric of my new skirt, the way it hugged my hips and accentuated my waist. I felt a strange new confidence, a sense of ownership over my own body. I turned back to the mirror, meeting my own gaze. There was a spark there, a spark I hadn’t seen before.

I slipped on the heels next, feeling the slight lift they gave me, the way they made me stand a little taller, a little prouder.

I spun in a circle, watching the skirt swirl around my legs, the blouse rippling in the breeze. I looked good. I felt good.

I grabbed a black skirt, yellow blouse, the black one inch heels, black lingerie, and on the way to the till a mascara and a pink lipstick, then I headed home.

I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness as I stepped into my apartment, the clothes and makeup bag in hand. I quickly changed into something more comfortable, a simple tee and jeans, had a quiet evening with my book and went to bed.