The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Despite it being mid-afternoon, Doctor Lovelace’s office was shrouded in darkness. The counselor’s office was a throwback to a different era. Bookcases lined the mahogany walls, two leather wing-back chairs sat at the back of the room, shrouded in darkness. A chaise lounge stretched out the length of the near wall.

Doctor Lovelace sat in one of the wing-back chairs, illuminated from behind by a standing lamp, notebook, and pen in hand.

As she stood to receive her patient, Andy couldn’t help but stare. She was, in all honesty, absolutely stunning. But that wasn’t the first thing he noticed; the first thing was her legs. Impossibly long, clad in dark stockings, completely slender, full of curves, just the right height, shape, and color. A pair of black, high-heeled pumps at one end, a devilishly short black skirt at the other. His eyes roamed up and down them, widening as he took in their length. Standing, Doctor Lovelace towered over him.

With a warm welcoming smile on her dark red lips, she took his hand in hers. Her presence was immediately overwhelming. Her size, but also the scent. She smelt like oranges and chai.

Rich, expensive, wealthy. Her nails were perfectly polished, buffed to a mirror-like sheen. Her eyes, surrounded by smoky eye-shadow, seemed to pierce into his very soul as she smiled down at him. He was head height with her full, ripe breasts that seemed to be barely contained by her white blouse. Her skin, pale and clear, and so pale, it glowed, accentuating her exotic eyes, sparkling silver, so full of life. Her dark hair contrasted with her white skin, trailing over her shoulders to rest on her breasts.

“You’re Andy then?”

“That’s me,” he replied, a little dazed.

“Right,” she said, smiling warmly, still holding his hand. The moment stretched out for eternity. Her smile growing wider and wider. Andy found himself staring into it, his mind empty, nothing but her beauty filling his mind. Her lips were full and soft, her smile beguiling and seductive. She held his hand as she led him into her office, gesturing for him to take one of the wing-back chairs.

“Tell me, what can I do for you, Andy?” She sat down, crossing one leg over the other, her skirt riding up slightly, showing off more of her legs. The white of the top of her thighs contrasting with the tops of her stockings.

Andy tried to reel his eyes back into his head. As he did, he could feel her staring at him, an expression of approval on her face. In the back of his mind, he searched for the words to describe how she looked at him. Eventually, it came to him. Like a cat playing with a mouse. Letting the mouse scamper and run, knowing that it could end the game whenever it wanted.

He cleared his throat. The scent of oranges still filled his nostrils, seemed to fill his mind. He felt sluggish. “Doctor… Lovelace? I er…” He trailed off; his chain of thought broken as Doctor Lovelace shifted position in her chair. “I’m sorry…I’ve forgotten what I was…” He forced his eyes away from the doctor, staring fixedly at the floor. The dark carpet had subtle patterns that seemed to sway before his vision. He was feeling awfully strange.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, sitting forward, putting one hand on her knee, looking down at him with concern. “I don’t bite.”

He giggled nervously.

“Just tell me what you want, Andy.”

Breathe, he told himself. to keep breathing. As he did, he inhaled more oranges. More chai. He took a deep breath in and tried to ignore the swirling feeling in his stomach, the blood starting to pump, his heart beating hard against his ribs.

“I’m…” he started. He found it hard to find the words, his heart hammering in his chest. “I’ve been struggling with academics this semester.”

“Really?”

He nodded, glancing away from her.

“Your record doesn’t seem to indicate this,” she replied holding up a sheet of paper.

Andy’s dizziness was getting overwhelming now. There was a fuzzy feeling beginning to seep across his mind. Fingers creeping across his brain. “It’s actually the opposite,” he said, “I can’t seem to take time off. I can’t just let anything go. I can’t stop studying and it’s affecting me.”

“Hmm, I see,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “You’ve been having some trouble with your work—you care too much about your academic career?”

He nodded. He wanted to elaborate. He wanted to explain how the lit thing was getting in the way of everything else but his tongue was thick in his mouth. He had stopped looking at the floor.

“You want to be able to relax more? Switch off that academic brain?”

Andy continued to watch the carpet; it now began to spiral gently like a lazy river. The feeling in his stomach slowly receding. He nodded. “But I have too much on my plate. I don’t want to drop out of school but I can’t seem to pull myself away from my studies,”

Doctor Lovelace’s voice seemed to come from very far away.

“Relaxing, taking time away from academics. Are they that important after all?”

Andy mutely nodded. He was still staring at the carpet. It now seemed to move across the floor as he watched.

“Well, I certainly think I can help with this. Open wide.” Doctor Lovelace shifted forwards in her chair.

Automatically, Andy raised his head, opened his mouth, and waited patiently. Doctor Lovelace produced a small gray cylinder from somewhere about her person and squirted a gooey substance onto his tongue.

“What’s that?” he croaked, stifling a gag. Fear shot around his mind, what on earth had she done to him?

“A relaxant,” she replied, amused, “For the nerves. Don’t worry about it.”

Andy stopped worrying about it. She was a doctor, after all. What on earth did he have to worry for? His mind was floating on a sea of spirals and oranges.

“What was that thing you said earlier?”

He blinked, his eyes focusing. Doctor Lovelace had reached the end of her sentence and was turning her chair to face him, smiling. She spoke without a pause as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That you couldn’t stop thinking about your Lit paper.”

Andy stared at her, confused.

“I’m sorry?”

“You were saying you couldn’t stop thinking about your Lit paper,” she repeated. “That you couldn’t stop thinking about your readings.”

Andy looked confused. Had he mentioned the lit paper? Had he mentioned his difficulties with the reading? He must have, else how would she have known?

“I must have been daydreaming,” he said, recovering. He glanced down at the floor. Doctor Lovelace followed his gaze. “I’m sorry. I just want to be able to put it from my mind.”

“Well, that’s a very good sign,” Doctor Lovelace replied. She grinned, “You are under Doctor’s orders now, take tonight to relax. No studying. Come back and see me tomorrow evening and we will talk about your studies then.”

Andy frowned. He didn’t see what difference that would make. How would it be any easier tomorrow evening if he didn’t read any books tonight? He had to get back to his Lit.

“If you say so, doc.” He was feeling more and more confused by the moment.

Doctor Lovelace smiled again, obviously waiting for a response, but Andy could think of nothing to say.

Instead, he grabbed his book bag and headed out towards home.