The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Well, darling, it is your final shoot. I think you are going to miss it, even though you say you won’t.” Gerald said to his wife as they pulled into the car park. The tall, muscular man glanced briefly at his wife, who smiled back. He had never felt happy that his wife was a famous model, and that other men got to look at her in various forms of undress, but she had finally agreed to step back from the career and start a family. Today was her final shoot, and after that, he had no more reason to feel jealous.

“No more late nights, bad backs, annoying photographers. I think I am going to do just fine.” Sabrina replied as she undid her seat-belt. She was faithful and thought only of her husband, so she was clueless about his fear of losing her. In her mind, this was work, and she did not dwell on the millions of people who stared at her body.

They got out of the vehicle, and Sabrina took her holdall out of the trunk, Gerald reaching in to retrieve his laptop case. She was wearing a matching white cream skirt and jacket, with a white blouse and white casual sandals. Even though the skirt reached her knee, her husband was aware of at least half a dozen men eyeing her up as they started walking to the building.

“You are sure you don’t mind waiting? This could be 3 hours.” His wife said as they entered, and she paused by the reception desk.

“I will find a quiet area and work on my spreadsheets.” He said goodbye to her before kissing her and then went to the waiting room, opening up his laptop.

Sabrina approached the reception desk, where a young woman with a short blonde hairstyle looked up from her keyboard and smiled at her. “You must be Sabrina, the photographer is waiting on the second floor in Studio B.”

“Thank you.” The medium-height, slim brunette replied and walked to the elevator.

The receptionist picked up her phone. “She is on her way up, Mistress; her husband is waiting downstairs.”

In the studio, Audrey waited, a checklist and photographs on a clipboard of her next lover.

Sabrina Majors

33

5′7

Brunette, long, straight.

34C

Straight, turned down girl-girl work

Married, he turned down approaches from girls sent to seduce him

Underneath was a swimsuit shot of Sabrina standing beside a swimming pool. It was a parody of Baywatch, but the tight little red one-piece had sent the internet into meltdown when it was released.

The elevator doors pinged and started to slide open.

Aubrey put the clipboard in a drawer and stood up. At 6′ tall, she towered over the smaller woman as she offered her hand out in greeting. She was aware that her own slim figure and long auburn hair gave her the look of a model in her own right and had intimidated many a nervous applicant who posed in front of her.

“Sabrina Majors, it is a pleasure to meet you, especially under the circumstances,” as they shook hands.

“Circumstances?” The brunette asked quizzically as she smiled at the woman still holding her hand.

“Yes, I hear this is your last shoot, that you are thinking of leaving the profession.”

As she spoke, she continued to hold the hand of her victim, giving it a sudden pull downwards.

The hypnotic trick of interrupting the normal social expectation immediately opened the subconscious to suggestion.

“Please take a seat and excuse my stumble.” She indicated a chair, and Sabrina sat down.

“I was saying you are thinking of leaving the profession, and I have only just been granted access to your services.”

Sabrina tapped a wooden metronome that sat on the desk in front of the model.

“I find that brings rhythm and order to my work; I can synchronize my emotion to make sure every shoot is perfected to the minutest detail.”

She needed to keep talking so that Sabrina would naturally listen and wait for an opening to respond. An opening that she would not be granted right away.

“I have wanted you to model for me for some time, but unfortunately, you were under that contract for 5 years. Indeed, I am lucky that you agree to do a charity shoot every year, and my company took over creative control of that charity.”

The silver-plated hand on the metronome continued to swing side to side.

“So if this is to be your final shoot, let’s hope it’s a memorable one. I will run through the session and the selected items once you feel relaxed enough to begin. Both you and the photographer must be in a relaxed state before we begin. I can feel my heartbeat dropping slowly to a calm, regular pulse in time with the beat. I am sure you can feel it too. These shoots can be so nerve-wracking, not just for the model but also the photographer, so a few minutes of calmness will work well for us both.”

Sabrina had sat patiently listening, unaware that her mind was relaxing, absorbing, and accepting the constant swinging metal hand, linking its beat to her own heartbeat.

Audrey watched the face relax, eyes locked on the swinging hand.

“I find a few minutes of just watching and relaxing, allowing myself to synchronize and be as one with the beat, helps me to be more efficient. Even now, I can feel myself getting more relaxed, my mind slowing down, resting my thoughts so that I can be more productive.”

Audrey sat side on to the desk, to all appearances so that she was facing Sabrina, but actually it was an angle that made the swing of the metronome ineffective. She pressed her foot down on a section of carpet that contained a sensitive pad, and the lights started to slowly diminish; the room slowly enveloped in darkness except for the metronome that now appeared to shine brighter as its silver-activated zinc sulfide-coated hand reacted to the lack of light and its phosphorous coating started to glow.

Within a few minutes, the room was in total darkness, the only visible item the sweeping hand moving back and forth.

“It is good to feel relaxed, calm, receptive, no distractions, just the ability to focus and sink deeper into the darkness, let my voice lead you as you find the deepest relaxation, sink lower, feeling more relaxed in every moment, sink deeper until you reach the end, always relaxing, always calm, always receptive to my voice.

When you reach the end and you’re totally relaxed, totally calm, totally open to my receptive voice, reach your hand out and place it on the desk.”

For another fifteen minutes, they sat in total darkness without a word being said, until Audrey sensed a hand being placed on the desk.

“That is good, you are now as deep as you can go, totally relaxed and calm, nothing reaching you but my voice. You need this level of calm; you will want to return to this state of peaceful relaxation. I can take you here by saying a command, ‘Sabrina needs another session’. When you hear that command, you will return willingly to this state of calmness.”

Audrey raised her foot slightly, and light started to return to the room, but she pressed down again, and it stopped giving the room a strange twilight effect.

“Even in your calm state, your eyes continue to follow the hand, feeling the beat in your heart. You are so calm now, so receptive to my voice; you trust my voice. It is time to listen, and as you listen, you are closed off from everything except my voice, you exist only as thought, separated from your body.”

Audrey stood up and walked around the desk, and knelt to the side of the hypnotized woman.

“You feel no sensations, just await my voice. Any sensations your body feels will be stored up and released on my command,” The auburn-haired hypnotist said gently, reaching out to unbutton her victim’s blouse, her hands starting to caress her bra over her breasts.

The brunette continued to stare at the moving silver hand.

“You know in your heart it is a mistake to give up modelling, it defines you, without it you are worthless and sad, posing makes you happy, it gives you the validation you need to exist. Being with me gives you happiness; when we are apart, you feel sad, a constant need to see me and listen to me. All the years you modeled, companies I owned reached out to you asking you to pose girl-girl, and you rejected every time. It is time to make up for that rudeness; even though you’re not attracted to girls, you feel the need to pose with them. That thought will be constant.”

Audrey re-buttoned the blouse and moved back to her seat.

“I will now wake you on a count down to one, with one waking you, but any time I say Sabrina needs another session, you will return to this state. Put your hand back on your lap if you understand and agree.”

Sabrina moved her hand off the desk.

“When you awake, you will not anything that happened after you sat down, but your mind will my words, and you will forget that the last hour ed so quickly. We will agree that today was not long enough to do a shoot, and you were conscious of your husband waiting, next time he need not come. We will discuss future shoots, and when we discuss the black bikini, your body will release the sensations it has stored. Now it is time for me to count down and wake you.

10

9

8

Audrey returned the lighting to normal.

7

6

5

She reached out and stopped the metronome.

4

3

She looked down at her Diary that was open in front of her.

2

1

Sabrina opened her eyes.

Audrey ran a finger down her diary.

“Yes, well, as we agreed today isn’t going to be long enough to do the shoot, can I suggest tomorrow? I have the day free.”

“I was supposed to spend the day with my husband, but I can rearrange that. I realise I am going to need longer for this shoot, which should be good.” She smiled as her subconscious acknowledged she would spend time with Audrey.

“That’s great, shall we say 10 am then we have most of the day to do our shoot, obviously I have my ideas, but anything you want to consider, I am open to suggestions.

“Yes, I will think about it. I am just sorry we didn’t get the chance today.” Sabrina itted feeling a little sad at the thought.

“Never mind, we will make up for it tomorrow. I have some samples I wanted to run past you to see if you were on board with.”

Audrey got up and walked over to a door that opened into a studio. Inside was a mobile clothes rack with garments hanging. Sabrina followed her in and stopped by the rail. She started sweeping items to the side with her finger.

“They all look lovely, I didn’t realize there were so many, but I am sure we can get them all done.” She said as she reached the end.

“That’s good, you agree. Oh, there was one item that I only received an hour ago.” Audrey picked up the swimwear and walked over with it. “This black bikini is for a beach theme.”

Sabrina couldn’t prevent herself from gasping as a sudden feeling of arousal swept through her, forcing her to place a hand on the rail to steady herself.

“It might be a little tight; you can decide during the shoot.”

For a moment, Sabrina felt as if she was being caressed, as she looked at the black nylon bikini and imagined it against her skin.

“Umm, I am sure it will be fine.” She felt she wanted to be fucked, she would drag Gerald home, she decided.

“Then we will meet again tomorrow at 10. I look forward to seeing you.” Audrey smiled and held her hand out.