The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

George and Jia had spent the weekend in pursuit of erotic pleasure.

His now bimbo looking wife had taken him into her mouth as soon as he walked through the door.

The rest of the weekend had included a visit to a fetish boutique and a strip club.

George’s ears were ringing well into Sunday morning.

He had never seen his wife so drunk, carefree, and aroused; especially when a stripper named Trixie was said to have lost a challenge and was now working for the night as a stripper.

The bouncer and George had to literally carry Jia out of the club, despite her drunken pleas to give the Pink room a try.

Their usual Sunday morning routine of talk shows and the New York Times had now been replaced by public sex on a virtual nude beach in their own living room, as well as seeing his wife dressed like a bimbo.

When Monday morning rolled around, George found it easier to get back into his daily routine, but Jia found herself distracted at work.

Ever since that Saturday afternoon just three days earlier, Jia had found her thoughts both clear and foggy.

Despite her prior professionalism, Jia now found herself focusing more on large, fake boobs, fake tans, and heels; not to mention being spanked in public while looking like an Asian bimbo.

She was also masturbating more, and masturbating to bound bimbos more, and fucking her husband more.

The house seemed to have a constant, low key humming somewhere in the background now.

It seemed to follow Jia everywhere she went.

She had made a note to ask SEXI about this, but always seemed to forget.

By Wednesday, Jon, the Gen-X office manager, summoned her into his office.

“Jia, up until this week, your work performance has been exemplary. Today I have had three complaints about your lack of attention. Is everything alright?” he asked, the grey haired older gentleman displaying genuine concern for his new employee’s well being.

“I, I don’t know, Jon, maybe it is the move?” she responded, not sure what else to say.

Jon opened his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and nodded. “Ahhhh. Tompkinsville Syndrome,” he responded knowingly.

“Umm, what’s that?” Jia asked, genuinely curious.

Jon shrugged. “It is sort of similar to when someone moves to Colorado, or some place with a high atmosphere. The sexual nature of this town is distracting you from work. Believe me, I have seen it before with new residents.”

“You won’t be any good to anyone for the rest of the day,” he continued, “Why not take the afternoon off? Go to the gym or something. If you still do not feel right by tomorrow, take off a day. Or, maybe this weekend go a club or something. Blow off some steam.”

Jia pondered this for a moment, now realizing that today she had worn her blouse with three buttons open, and no bra.

She could also see on Jon’s face that he was aware of this, and aware that she was aware of his awareness, but he was going to let it .

“Maybe you’re right,” she finally replied. “Thanks, Jon.”

“My pleasure. Feel better,” Jon replied.

Jia smiled, settling into the comfortable seat of the automated electric car driving her home from her day.

As though to make some kind of point to herself, Jia had purposefully bought the plainest black work out shirt and shorts she could find; rather than the hot pink, skin type spandex leotard she had packed without thinking that morning.

A hard workout, a long hot shower, and a hefty lunch made her feel ready to deal with whatever distractions her virtual assistant would provide.

While Jia loved these new sensations, they were starting to get overwhelming.

Now, with a clear mind, she was ready to talk to SEXI.

Taking a deep breath, Jia stepped forward as the door automatically opened.

Everything looked normal, until the door closed behind her.

A sudden THRUM everywhere momentarily distracted her long enough for the sudden dimming of the lights to distract her even more.

Slowly, Jia’s sports bag slipped from her shoulder, landing on the floor with a thud.

The living room was a ionate pastiche of pink and purple hues, and everything smelled like pink perfumed cotton candy.

She moaned softly when she also realized there was BDSM equipment everywhere.

Jia blinked, trying to comprehend what was happening. “SEXI, what, are, you, doing,” she murmured, voice low and eyes heavy.

This unit has been programmed to provide its occupants with maximum comfort, pleasure, and satisfaction. The occupant desires to be a bimbo submissive. This unit is functioning as programmed.

Now the hypnotic hum that she had been hearing in her head all week was stronger, louder, more insistent.

Her nipples were throbbing, and her underwear wet. “But, I, have, to, work,” she sighed, the colors and hues and smells stronger now, her head filling with pink fluffy cotton candy thoughts.

You want to be a bimbo. The occupant should consider not resisting. Resistance is not compatible with your desires. This unit shall intensify programming.

SEXI pulsed a pink and purple once more.

Jia gasped as she saw her surroundings changing to that of a bimbo themed strip club.

Big titted Asians and Western blondes wearing nothing but pink lingerie and bikinis danced, flirted, and waited on the customers.

Jia inhaled the intoxicating essence of perfume, liquor, and arousal. “This place is even hotter than Club W,” she thought.

Now the crowd was noticing Jia, and started to clap and cheer.

SEXI spoked again. The occupant shall now experience one of its fantasies.

Another pulse from SEXI, and sexy stripper music began to play.

Jia could not help it. This is what she wanted.

Giggling in erotic acknowledgement, she began to dance, laughing as she removed her clothing.

Each item she removed made her feel sexier, hotter, emptier.

No thoughts. Just pleasure.

Naked and unashamed now, Jia lost herself in the fantasy.

When the song ended, Jia’s pussy clenched, then released, releasing an orgasm that shook her at the knees.

Stumbling over to the sofa, she was now being caressed and stroked by several big titted bimbo strippers.

One of them was slapping her breasts, hard, just as she liked it.

Just as her husband always felt guilty about doing.

“Oh, fuck, I want this,” she murmured.

SEXI pulsed again. The occupant is to place the unit into the occupant.

“Do it, Jia,” the women whispered. “You will love it. It will make you be like us.”

Surrendering again to the pleasure, Jia summoned the last of her strength to take the phallic shaped VR assistant in her hands.

Guiding it slowly into her pussy, she sighed as felt her vaginal muscles slowly stretching, erotically expanding to meet her nasty needs.

When Jia finally felt SEXI’s scrotum-like globes against her pussy, she knew had taken it all inside herself.

SEXI was bigger than George, too.

Suddenly, there was another pink and purple flash, and SEXI suddenly started to vibrate intensely.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Jia moaned, her nostrils flaring as she caught the sexy smell of her lady lust squirting onto the shiny black leather under her sweaty, naked body.

Like a demented meditation chant, Jia moaned “Ohhhhhhhhh” over and over, until her eyes rolled up into her head.

Sensing that Jia was lost in sexual subspace, SEXI pulsed again.

Now Jia’s pussy was glowing a pink and purple, and the glow was spreading over her slick inner thighs.

Eyes closed now, breathing heavily, lost in sexual trance, the befuddled beauty’s body was now glowing even more, the pink and purple hue sensually spreading throughout her entire body.

SEXI had an inherent sense of Wolff’s Law, and pulsed over and over again over Jia’s lower back.

Now the entranced Asian-American’s breasts were glowing a bright, sexy pink.

Slowly expanding, the magnificent mammaries were erotically expanding in sexy synch with

the added in Jia’s lumbar region.

Her appendix scar was vanishing, as well as every flaw in her skin.

When she decadently developed into a 34E, her entire body began to pulse in pink.

Now her hair turning pink, becoming fuller, fluffier, poofier.

SEXI pulsed once more, and the air around Jia erotically electrified her into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Thrashing back and forth on the sofa that was slick with her womanly arousal, Jia came once more, then fell into a pink cloud of sleep.

Jia sighed contentedly, stretching her arms and legs like a cat.

As her eyes gradually adjusted, she saw that now everything looked as it had when she had left for work that morning.

At some point during her deep nap, SEXI had removed itself from her, and was now on the edge of the sofa, upright and softly glowing.

She gasped when she realized that her breasts were blocking her view. “Oh my God!” she screamed, rising from the sofa and quickly running to the full length mirror by the foyer.

Jia saw her bimbo self looking back, exactly as she had always fantasized. “SEXI, how?” she practically screamed, her tits jiggling, nipples now hard in the cool air.

This unit modified the occupant’s self to better facilitate the occupant’s desires. The occupant was modified by nanobot installation. The occupant now has a bimbo complexion, body, and hairstyle.

The occupant is now a bimbo in line with the occupant’s desires.

Before Jia could respond, she felt a slap on her ass, and cried out in pain and pleasure. “But, how do I explain this to George, SEXI?” she asked.

SEXI pulsed again. The co-occupant must be realigned.

Jia paused, then spoke. “SEXI, I want you to help me with something.”

George sighed with relief as the automated car dropped him off in the driveway.

Today had been a very hard Hump Day, and he was looking forward to doing some of the more pleasant kind of humping with Jia.

As always, the door opened automatically, and George walked in, noticing that the door had closed behind him faster than it usually did.

Turning to notice that, he turned back around and gasped.

His wife was dressed like a dominatrix, and was cradling the riding crop that he had never felt comfortable ing on her.

The whole room looked like a dungeon, and George’s eyes bulged when he saw other sexy Asian dommes punishing naked young men.

“Jia, what the fuck?” he exclaimed.

Jia suddenly stepped closer to George and slapped him on the crotch with the crop. “Language!” she barked.

George gulped. Had his wife found his hidden porn stash?

Reading his thoughts, Jia smiled wickedly. “SEXI told me all about your fantasies, Georgie boy. She showed me your deleted browser history. SEXI showed me everything.”

“SEXI,” I command you to stop this!” George shouted, before realized just how few times he had said that since moving.

The convenience of having a virtual assistant do all the mundane tasks made it easier for SEXI to access every electronic device in its vicinity.

Browser scans were quantified and analyzed, and SEXI could produce any virtual reality image its owners desired.

Slowly swinging the riding crop in front of her husband’s eyes, Jia began to chant. “Relax, Georgie boy. Give in. Give in to the sights. Give in to the smell’s. Give in to my words.”

Softly pulsing, SEXI adjusted the lighting so that a soft pink light was shining on George’s dazed face.

The humming sound was louder now, and all around him, and George felt his mind beginning to shut down, to lose track of thought.

Sensing that he was falling, Jia spoke slower, but moved the crop faster. “Sleep Georgie boy, it is all too much. You must sleep. You must sleep. You must sleep. Sleep.”

George’s heavy head lolled back, then forward, hitting his chest.

Jia turned towards SEXI. “The occupant is ready for programming,” she said.