The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Still with us?” Ms. Yadamec asked, a smile on her face. For the second time in the past month, Finn was still at his seat after everyone else had left the classroom.

Unlike last time, however, it wasn’t an accident.

Finn pulled out his phone and selected the ‘Rent’ button. The standard warning appeared—‘5 hours for every hour’—but even though he now knew what that meant, Finn pressed it without hesitation.

After unlocking Level Three the previous night, he was dying to see what it allowed. And for obvious reasons, he couldn’t test things on his Mom.

Well, he could, but he never would. He didn’t want to.

No part of him wanted that.

If Jenny hadn’t been performing that night, he might have convinced her to use the music room key again so they could explore the new level’s benefits together. Hell, part of him was tempted to go to her performance and test out the app on stage, in front of everyone… the idea of Jenny’s incredible body, on her knees, naked in front of a hundred people in the auditorium… it was tempting, but if he was going to go further than he’d ever gone with a woman, he didn’t want an audience.

Even an audience that couldn’t notice what was happening.

So instead, he’d let Jenny go home and change for her performance, resisted the urge to bike over to Terrence’s house, and waited after his last class of the day, Geography, for some alone time with his favorite teacher.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Finn?”

“Strip,” the teenage boy ordered without hesitation. He’d never been the kind of person who was described as ‘confident’, but knowing with one-hundred percent certainty that your order is going to be obeyed made it easy to be bold.

Buzz.

Ms. Yadamec didn’t say anything, just raised one eyebrow as she began unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her bra. She was busty, but never dressed to draw attention to it—her work outfits were always completely professional.

But Finn—and, he was sure, every other male student in the school—was well aware of his teacher’s proportions.

She wasn’t wearing ‘sexy’ underwear, just a simple black bra that held her large chest up. It had black straps that crossed her back; she’d clearly picked it based on comfort, not ’showing off’.

But Finn leaned forward, drinking it in nonetheless. A small blush appeared on his teacher’s face as she unclasped her bra—it unhooked from the front, Finn was surprised to notice. Her heavy breasts bounced free, and her nipples stiffened as soon as they came in with the classroom’s air conditioning.

“Take your pants off,” Finn commanded.

Buzz.

Like her bra, the teacher’s panties were simple: no frills, just white, comfortable, and designed to be unobtrusive. Her legs were long, shaved, and well-toned.

“Keep going,” Finn said, his voice raspy. This was a fantasy he’d had for so many years—he could’ve used the app to have his teacher naked in an instant, but he was enjoying the process of her slowly undressing.

For him. For his pleasure.

Buzz. Her fingers hooked into her underwear, and Ms. Yadamec lowered them. Finn’s eyes widened—the two women he’d seen naked so far had both been hairy, but Ms. Yadamec was clean-shaven. That, he was sure, to show off—it provided a stark contrast to the simple underwear she’d been wearing.

When she was done, she stood with her head cocked, watching Finn expectantly.

“Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Finnegan?”

The teenage boy nodded, his eyes wide, his cock stiff. He wanted to see how far Level Three would let him go.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, and Ms. Yadamec’s eyebrows raised.

“Oh?” she said, as though this was something she’d heard every day of her life.

Hell, working as a teacher and looking the way she did, it probably was.

Finn smiled. “Let me fuck you,” he ordered.

Buzz. Ms. Yadamec shook her head, but she didn’t look upset. She wasn’t smiling, either—he hadn’t ordered her to behave any differently, so he could only assume this was what his teacher would have done had he really told her that he wanted to fuck her, and then ordered her to let him.

Sure enough, the app informed him that he’d reached the level restriction.

“What about a blowjob?”

Ms. Yadamec gave him a disapproving frown, and her eyebrows furrowed. “Finn,” she said gently, “this isn’t like you.”

Right. It only worked with orders.

“Give me a blowjob,” Finn commanded.

Buzz.

“Is there something you want to talk about?” his teacher asked, her voice full of concern even as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

The sight of his blonde, busty teacher kneeling in front of him—in her own classroom!—would’ve been enough to get Finn hard even if he hadn’t been hiding his erection for most of the day, unable to stop thinking about the previous night, the sight of his mother’s newly curvaceous body in a bikini…

Finn shook his head. One of his most common sexual fantasies was kneeling, naked, in front of him: this was not the time to be thinking about his mother.

“N-no, I don’t think so,” he managed, and his teacher nodded before her mouth enveloped him.

His head was leaned back, eyes shut, and mouth open as Finn got his first ever blowjob—from his teacher! He had nothing to compare it to, but he was pretty sure Ms. Yadamec was extremely good at what she was doing. The warm, wet feeling of her tongue was incredible. The sucking as her lips slid up and down his shaft felt like nothing else he’d ever experienced.

The teen moaned at the touch of the teacher’s soft lips at the base of his shaft, her nose touching his skin, and opened his eyes, staring down at her. Ms. Yadamec was staring right back, her blue eyes looking up at him with a completely neutral expression.

He’d ordered her to go down on him, but he hadn’t given any instructions about enjoying it. With just a word, he could make sure that this was the peak sexual experience of her life (as it was his)… but for reasons he couldn’t explain, Finn held back.

Instead, he let his teacher blow him with no further commands. No requirement to be turned on, or even to like it.

So it came as quite a surprise when he saw her hand move between her legs and heard a soft moan, muffled by the dick in her mouth.

Finn’s cock had only been in his teacher’s mouth for less than a minute, but at the sight of her touching herself, he let out an unexpected groan—he was cumming. “Fuck!” he exclaimed; Ms. Yadamec pulled her head back slightly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on the tip of his shaft.

Finn let out a gasp as he stood and emptied himself into his teacher’s mouth. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched her swallow his seed, her face completely neutral.

And his eyes widened in surprise as, when he was done, she leaned back, continuing to touch herself.

“Sorry,” he said, knowing his face must have been as red as his hair.

“I’ll try to take it as a compliment,” his teacher replied dryly—she’d always had a deadpan sense of humor.

Ms. Yadamec continued staring at him as she masturbated, his cum in her mouth, and Finn felt slightly out of his depth. He wondered if he should do something. Give her permission to cum, maybe? Order her to?

But instead, he decided to use the opportunity to get some insight into what his teacher thought of him.

“Answer my questions completely honestly,” he said. His phone buzzed, and Ms. Yadamec nodded—still touching herself, her fingers casually running up and down her slit, occasionally dipping inside. “What do you think of me?”

“I think you have potential,” the teacher answered, her voice thoughtful. “Your grades have been slowly improving lately; I’ve always known you were capable of achieving far more than you currently are.”

“No, I mean, like… what do you think of me as a person?”

This time, Ms. Yadamec took a moment to reply, her hand never stopping its movement between her legs.

“You’re a sweet kid,” she finally concluded, and Finn raised one eyebrow.

“That’s it?”

Ms. Yadamec grinned in response.

“And you have a nice dick.”

Finn hadn’t been expecting that. He chuckled and looked down at his now-flaccid penis, covered in his teacher’s saliva.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, continuing to coolly stare him in the eyes. Her face was slightly contorted as she masturbated, her pleasure visibly building. “It’s very nice.”

“Do you… think about it a lot?” he asked, and his blush deepened at the laugh he got in response.

“Finn, I’m your teacher. It would be completely inappropriate for me to think about your body—or any student.”

“That’s not a no… ”

Ms. Yadamec shook her head. “Aside from the knowledge that, as a teenage boy, you presumably had one—I had never thought about your dick before today.”

Finn nodded, surprised to find that the response hurt him. He didn’t know why: of course, she hadn’t been fantasizing about him the way he had about her. But… it still stung to hear her say that.

As though she could tell how she’d made him feel, the blonde woman continued in a softer tone.

“But now,” the woman continued, her fingers speeding up and her words beginning to get a little breathy, “now that I’ve seen it, I’m sure that I’ll be thinking about it a lot.”

Finn nodded. He hadn’t even had to order his teacher to like his dick; it seemed she just… had.

That, in combination with her freshly-shaved pussy…

Was Ms. Yadamec a slut?

“How often do you get laid?” he asked, his dick starting to rise again at the thought.

“Three or four times a week,” she answered without hesitation.

Finn’s mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m a little bit of a nympho,” Ms. Yadamec answered with a laugh. “If I don’t get some every few days, I start climbing the walls.”

“Holy shit… ”

“I have a few regular partners, and on weekends sometimes I’ll go out and find a one-night stand. And if I have a good time, I might invite them to the rotation.”

Either Finn’s teacher had taken his instruction to be honest to heart, or she was just completely comfortable talking about this kind of thing.

Finn looked down, watching her hand as it rapidly stroked her pussy.

“Like who?” he asked.

“Some ex-boyfriends, a few people I met online, friends with benefits I’ve known for a while. Oh, like Mrs. Reychamp.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “My art teacher??”

Ms. Yadamec nodded, her eyes softening. “I try not to mix my personal and professional life, but I’ve known her for about ten years now.”

“Isn’t she married??”

Ms. Yadamec nodded again, looking a bit sheepish. “She and her husband have an arrangement: she’s allowed to fuck women, as long as she does it in the house. That’s how we started, she and I—one night at a party, we got drunk and hooked up.”

Finn blinked, trying to process what he was hearing. “Wait,” he said—he’d been so shocked by the fact that his teachers apparently had a whole secret life that he wasn’t aware of, he’d skipped over one of the headlines. “You like women?”

“Not exclusively,” Ms. Yadamec said, looking at Finn’s erection with a grin. “But, yeah.”

The teenage boy’s head was spinning. He’d spent so much time fantasizing about his geography teacher, and all the while she’d been living a life even wilder than his most deviant thoughts.

“Have you ever had sex with a student?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

Ms. Yadamec frowned, her hand slowing between her legs. “No,” she said. “That would be completely inappropriate. And immoral.”

“You find it hot,” Finn ordered, staring his teacher in the eyes. Buzz. “You find the taboo of a student sleeping with a teacher to be the sexiest idea you’ve ever thought of. The fact that we’re here right now, doing this—this is your wildest sexual fantasy come true. You are so incredibly turned on by the current situation.”

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Ms. Yadamec’s eyes clouded with lust, her mouth hanging open slightly. Her hand began moving faster between her legs. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned.

Finn grinned, pulling out his phone.

“You don’t mind if I film you. You’re gonna cum right now, here on your classroom floor.”

Buzz. Buzz.

Ms. Yadamec gasped, her hips shaking as she came. She stared at the camera, panting and smiling as her body spasmed on the floor. Her tits bounced, and animalistic sounds came from her throat as Finn filmed her, naked, climaxing mid-afternoon in the middle of the school.

“Fuck, Finn!” she said, when her orgasm finally ed. “That was so hot.”

“I’m glad,” he replied, leaning back against his teacher’s desk and putting one of his hands behind his head. “Now, come over here and give me another blowjob. I promise to last longer this time.”

Buzz.

Ms. Yadamec’s eyes darkened with desire, and she seemed happy as she took Finn’s dick into her mouth, staring into the camera as she did.

After his second orgasm (which, as predicted, took far longer than the first), Finn still had about twenty minutes left of his rental hour. He could have cum again, but instead he pulled out his phone and opened Control.

Ms. Yadamec’s tits were around the same size as Jenny’s—larger than his mother’s new, more curvaceous figure, but smaller than Ashley’s.

Of course, everyone’s tits were smaller than Ashley’s.

Finn was curious to see what his teacher would look like with a larger chest (his prediction was ‘amazing’), but when he opened the body modification screen, he was surprised to see that the curves slider was greyed out.

Not that it would have mattered—Ms. Yadamec was already further right than the app had allowed him to tweak his mother. Was it greyed out because she was already curvier, or because he was only renting her?

Clicking through to the ‘hairstyles’ tab gave Finn his answer. Unlike when he was using the app on his mother, Finn couldn’t alter any of Ms. Yadamec’s physical characteristics.

Like with Ashley, he could change her clothes, and even her makeup and accessories, but her body and hair were locked. Interesting, but certainly not a problem: his teacher’s short, blonde hair and curvaceous body were more than appealing to the young man.

Wanting to take full advantage of the time he had left, Finn clicked through to the new lingerie tab. Within a few minutes, he had photos of his teacher in an array of skimpy, frilly outfits: a black thong and matching push-up bra, a lacy purple teddy, a red corset and matching garter belt, a tiny white thong bikini.

Finally, he put her in a tight green sports top and had her shake her chest back and forth as he took a slow-motion video.

Even if he lost access to Control tomorrow, he’d have these digital memories forever.

As Ms. Yadamec was describing, in her throaty voice, exactly what she and Mrs. Reychamp enjoyed doing to each other’s bodies, the timer ticked down to zero, and his hour rental ended.

Finn’s teacher finished her sentence, but instead of telling him the next in the array of toys that his art teacher used on her, she trailed off.

He’d left her in a strappy BDSM outfit—it had two black bands that went above and below her breasts (hiding nothing), another that went between her legs, and a thick collar around her neck with a lock. Her hair was mussed, and her lipstick was smeared; she had the look of a porn star in a photo shoot.

Finn hadn’t actually intended for his teacher to be so scantily clad when the hour ended; he just hadn’t thought to put her back in her regular clothing.

It was too late to change her back now: she was going to have to leave like this. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be arrested… but somehow, Finn knew that she’d be able to get home without issue.

When the teenage boy got back to his own place of residence, he was surprised to see his mother sitting on the couch. She usually worked late into the night, and—especially after taking the previous night off to spend time with him—he’d assumed that she wouldn’t get home until after he went to bed.

“Hey Finn,” she said, throwing him a soft smile. He didn’t respond, just shot her a suspicious look. “I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

Finn’s eyes widened—had she somehow worked out what the app did? So far, everyone had been utterly oblivious to Control’s effects, even as their clothing changed on them, or (in his mother’s case) her proportions drastically changed.

She still looked as he’d left her the previous night—curvier, bustier, and even though she’d (obviously) changed out of the white bikini, her work outfit did a good job of hugging her new form without overtly sexualizing her.

Finn’s hand twitched. It would be so easy to reach into his pocket and get his phone, to turn on the app, to adjust his mother’s clothing into something more… humiliating.

But he held back. He only had about thirty hours remaining, and he had no idea how long it would be until his mother unlocked Level Four for him. He’d have to ration the hours he had left, especially considering the high cost of using them on women he could actually do stuff with.

The draw of having Jenny—or, even better, Ashley—sucking his cock like Ms. Yadamec had that morning was too great to waste his remaining hours on his mother.

Especially as he would never try to do anything sexual with his mother. Ever.

“What about last night?” he asked, trying to sound relaxed. His mother gestured for him to sit beside her on the sofa, and he reluctantly did, stiffening (in more ways than one) when she casually moved her hand to his knee.

She must have done it a thousand times, but now that she was… curvier… it felt like it had a whole other meaning.

“I know I work a lot,” she said, and Finn braced himself for another lecture about applying himself, reaching his potential, blah blah blah. “And I’m sorry.”

Finn turned to stare into his mother’s green eyes. This was new.

“Sorry about what?” he asked suspiciously.

“I know I push you, and I’m not around as much as I could be. I love you so much—you know I do—and… and… I know it must be hard, sometimes, not having a father.”

His mother’s eyes had misted up. Finn didn’t know what to do. This was completely unfamiliar territory.

He’d seen his mother cry before, but it had always felt manipulative, like she was trying to guilt him into behaving a certain way or get him to do something he didn’t want to.

A few times, he’d been aware of his mother crying without her knowing he was there—she’d make an excuse and leave the room, not realizing he could hear her sob, or when he was ing her room and could see through the partially-open door as she leaned against the wall and let it all out.

This felt like that. Like it was… real.

“Mom… ”

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a hug.

Finn had spent a lifetime being hugged by his mother… in her stick-thin, flatchested body. He wasn’t used to the feeling of her breasts squishing against him, and even though his teacher had twice gotten him off with her mouth, he knew that he was hard as a rock… and could only pray that his mother didn’t accidentally brush up against his erection, or insist on a full-body, standing hug.

When she pulled back, he was relieved to see that her tears had stopped.

“Last night,” she continued softly, “you made it clear that you didn’t want to hang out with me. And… well, I don’t blame you. I’ve been a pretty shitty mom over the last few years.”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up. His mother never swore. What the hell was going on?

“And it hurt. I’d spent the whole day thinking about the fun night we were going to have together. About having some quality time with my boy. It hurt a lot, and it got me thinking… ”

Sam looked at her son directly, her eyes sparkling.

“I want things to change around here. I’m going to try to work a little less hard and have more time for my son. For… for the family I have left.”

Her voice broke slightly over the last few words, but Finn still didn’t say anything.

“And I am going to be less harsh on you, too. I’ve seen how hard you’re trying lately, and I think… I think both of us need to learn how to spend a little more time relaxing.”

With that, she was clearly done, and she sat expectantly, waiting for Finn’s reply.

As he considered what he’d said, he glanced at her outfit. She often changed when she got home, out of the blue pantsuits she wore to the office, but today she was still in her work attire.

And beneath it, Finn could see the tiniest glimpse of a black, lacy bra.

He returned his attention to his mother. What was happening? What was her angle?

The idea that she’d genuinely, spontaneously changed could be dismissed out of hand—Finn had spent almost two decades with his mother. He knew she was as stubborn and inflexible as iron.

So either she was playing him… or the app had somehow affected her. Maybe when he’d made her curvier, it had also made her softer in other ways.

Or maybe she was doing anything she could to control him. Even if she wasn’t consciously aware of what Control was doing to her, perhaps this was her way of pushing back.

And he’d rejected her the previous night. That had to have stung, knowing that her son was no longer her puppet to control.

Maybe she thought she could lure him back by seeming less pushy—by seeming like a better person.

Finn’s resolve hardened. That wouldn’t work on him.

Of course, there was no reason to let her know that.

“Okay,” he said, a fake smile on his face. “Sounds great. What did you want to do tonight?”

Finn could see the relief on her face. She thought she’d won.

“Well,” she said, her eyes lighting up, “I was thinking that we could go out for dinner, maybe grab a movie?”

“Like a date?” Finn said, and his mother laughed.

“Sure, hon. Like a date.”

As Finn sat beside his mother in the movie theater, his hands were itching to pull out his phone.

Not just to open Control—weirdly enough, he also wanted to check some notes that he’d taken that morning in Chemistry. He’d spent so much time studying lately that having two nights off in a row felt wrong.

That further confirmed his theory. His mother’s plan had worked, and he’d improved his work ethic.

But it wasn’t good enough for her. Nothing ever would be. Now that he was the model student, she wanted him to stop studying and spend time with her. To prove that she was the one in charge, that she was the boss.

Well, not anymore. Not now that he had Control.

Dinner had been at a Greek place that they’d been going to since he was young. He’d had steak and fries, and his mother had gotten a salad, though she’d also had two glasses of wine.

It had been the most pleasant dinner they’d shared in months. Years, even. They’d talked about what was going on in their lives—Finn had mentioned that he’d been hanging out with a new friend, Jenny, and his mother had zeroed in on that, asking a thousand questions. They’d discussed old memories; past visits they’d shared, how much Finn’s father had loved the fries.

But it was all fake. It was an attempt to lure him back into her web.

It had to be.

And the whole time, he’d been wanting to pull out his phone and use a few more of his precious hours. He was in public with his mother, and with just a few taps, he could’ve had her in the most humiliating outfits imaginable.

It was all too easy to picture his mother paying the check while wearing nothing but a cow-print bikini and a dog collar, her face covered with smeared makeup.

But he hadn’t. He’d restrained himself.

He wanted to use the hours to get Terrence’s mom on her knees in front of him, to get Jenny to open up—literally! He didn’t want to waste them on his mother: even if he did get five times as much time when he used it on her, he still needed to be conservative with his usage.

The movie (the latest superhero flick) was pretty good, but Finn struggled to pay attention. As they walked out of the theater, Finn was surprised by his mother putting her hand on his shoulder.

“This was nice,” she said softly, and Finn reluctantly nodded.

It had been nice. With anyone but his Mom, he would’ve said it was a great time.

But he couldn’t drop his suspicion that she was onto something.

Finn’s eyes widened. Of course! He didn’t need to guess… his pocket held the trick to knowing exactly what was going on.

Without responding to his mother, standing in the crowded cinema lobby, Finn pulled out his phone. A few taps later, and a timer was ticking down—he had just under thirty-two hours left. If he timed it right, he could use an hour on his mother and still get six one-hour sessions with the other women the app worked on.

“Be honest,” he ordered his mother. Buzz. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

There was a moment of hesitation, but Control won out, and his mother replied softly.

“Because I love you. And because last night… I felt you pulling away.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Finn muttered under his breath. He knew it—the moment she thought she couldn’t control him, his mother…—

Buzz.

Finn looked at his phone in surprise. “Request granted.”

He looked back up, and his mother was already out of earshot, ducking and weaving through the crowd. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing—she was going to the women’s bathroom.

She was going to go fuck herself.

Finn’s mouth fell open. No! Fuck! He hadn’t meant to order her to do anything sexual; he’d just been angry. He frantically tapped on the app, seeing if there was any way he could retract the command or give her an order from here.

No luck. And as he explored the options, the blue pants on his mother’s avatar lowered, bunching up against her ankles.

Followed immediately by her black panties.

Finn closed the app, swearing again. He had never wanted to know that, like him, his mother had a tuft of red pubic hair between her legs; something he’d managed to avoid noticing the last time he’d seen his mother’s naked avatar.

He had to stop her. Right? He couldn’t just let his mother masturbate in a public restroom. He presumed that the app’s influence would prevent anyone from noticing, but still… it would mean that his mother had masturbated at his command.

It would mean that he’d used an app to make his mother cum.

The thought horrified him, and Finn made his way through the crowd as quickly as he could. He glanced around—no one seemed to be watching as he made his way into the women’s bathroom and, miraculously, there was no one standing inside.

The women’s restroom looked almost identical to the men’s—the most obvious difference was the lack of urinals, of course, which allowed for more stalls. And, in another lucky break, only one of them was occupied.

“Mom?”

Finn didn’t know what response he was expecting, but he was greeted with the sound of his mother’s arousal. She was breathing hard, her voice thick with arousal. “Finn? Honey?”

“Stop fucking yourself,” he ordered immediately.

Buzz.

The sound of his mother’s heavy breathing didn’t stop, however—she must have spent the time it took him to get there to work herself up.

“Stop… being turned on,” he ordered, and the moaning stopped at the same time as his phone buzzed. “And come out.”

Buzz.

Sam’s pants and panties were back in place as she emerged, flushed and sweaty. Her green eyes darted around the room.

“Finn,” she said, a note of confusion in her voice. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

It was all Finn could do not to alter his mother’s clothing as they made their way through the cinema, through the city, and to the car. It would’ve taken no more than a few seconds to make his mother wear nothing but a pair of overalls, or a gimp outfit, or a Catholic schoolgirl uniform.

But he’d already gone way, way further than he intended, and so while he was still mad, and while he still wanted to embarrass his mother, the sounds of her moans were echoing through his head. The sounds of his mother as she fucked herself at his command.

He was worried that he’d never forget them.