The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Philip Lau smiled over to his wife as they pulled up to the restaurant. After putting the car in park, he did a voice like he was an interviewer on a TV show, and spoke into an imaginary microphone.

“Well, Alexandra Zhou, it’s all been leading up to this. I’m sure our viewers were wondering if it was possible, but today marks the day that you will have finally eaten at every restaurant in a 5 mile radius of your house. How do you feel about this momentous occasion?”

Alexandra’s eyes twinkled behind her glasses. She was happy to play along with this little joke.

“Well, it feels pretty great Philip. This might be the greatest accomplishment I’ve ever achieved. It’s taken several months, but I saw it through.”

“An even greater accomplishment than completing your Master’s degree, buying your first house, or marrying the love of your life?”

Alexandra smiled, and Philip felt his heart soften. He loved that smile. He loved everything about the woman sitting beside him in the car.

“Oh, without a doubt,” Alexandra said. “This is a much bigger deal than all of those. It took a lot of searches on Google Maps, but I finally feel like I’m about to complete my life’s work.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and stepped out of the car. Philip was soon to follow.

Philip ired his wife, as she stood there waiting for him. She was dressed in her usual casual attire—a simple t-shirt and jeans and no make up at all, but Philip still loved the curves of her modest chest, and her cute little butt. Sure, he wouldn’t have minded if she was a little curvier, but he wouldn’t have traded her for anything. And besides, there was still a lot to ire in Alexandra. Aside from her wonderful personality, whip-smart intellect and constant companionship, she was also tall and skinny. At 6’ tall, she was 2 inches taller than Philip, and she could easily stand out in a crowd if she wanted to. She never did want to of course—Alexandra was far too shy to desire to be the center of attention.

They held hands as they walked up to the restaurant. It was a classy establishment. Not the priciest place in town, but there was a reason they had saved it for last in Alexandra’s little self-imposed challenge. They were expecting a quiet evening with wine and good food, so it was a surprise when they opened the door and-

There was no quiet mood lighting. There were no servers in fancy uniforms, and tasteful decorations.

The atmosphere of the restaurant they found themselves in was loud and trashy.

Mind-numbing pop music blared over speakers as women in skimpy outfits pranced through the aisles, dancing and shaking their money makers for whichever shouting customer happened to be stuffing their tops with cash. There were impromptu strip shows happening on tables, and some of the servers were bent over tables, being fucked from behind.

Philip and Alexandra both found themselves flustered and confused. They had seen pictures of the interior of this place online, and it shouldn’t have looked like... this. They were about to turn around and leave, when a young woman with long blonde hair and a white tank top that was straining against her enormous knockers came bounding up to them, and smiled at the two of them.

“BYOS?” she said in a bubbly tone.

Philip blinked in surprise. Everything about this place was wrong. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Uh, yes?” Philip said. “I mean, no, I’m sorry. We’ve got to be leaving.”

“Great choice! You’re going to love the BYOS experience,” the blonde girl said. “Follow me!”

Philip felt hands pushing him and Alexandra further into the strange establishment. Both of them wanted to protest—Philip had only said yes initially by mistake, but the young women pushing them wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Soon, Philip felt himself somewhat forcefully pushed into a chair, and he was somewhat surprised that his wife seemed to be held on either side by two girls. He could see the worry in Alexandra’s eyes.

“Uh, aren’t you going to give her a seat as well?” Philip asked.

“Oh, no!” one of the girls, a redhead, said. “You said you were here for BYOS!”

“And she’s the S!” the other girl, this one brunette, said.

“But what does that mean?” Philip and Alexandra said in unison.

“Well, uh,” the redhead looked a little confused. “I’m, uh, not very good at spelling. It’s, like, Bring Your Own, uh...”

“Slut!” the brunette offered. “Bring Your Own Slut, and she’s the slut tonight!”

Philip and Alexandra exchanged a glance. Alexandra was no slut. She was wholly devoted to Philip—had been for more than 10 years, and their marriage two years ago had only strengthened their bond. They were both each other’s first and only loves.

“Alexandra is not a slut!” Philip almost yelled. Normally, he tried to keep an even temper, but this was all too much!

“Not yet, silly!” the red head giggled.

“Yeah, she’s not done yet!” the brunette agreed.

“But soon she’s going to be just like us!”

With that, they walked away, dragging Alexandra along with them.

Philip wanted to object. He wanted to stand up and chase after the strange kidnappers, but just as he was about to stand, someone sat down on his lap.

“Hi, I’m Rachel!” the girl said. She was dressed in a pink stripper outfit, and holding a cup filled to the brim with a frothy liquid of some kind. “Would you like a free drink, on the house?”

She pressed the cup to Philip’s lips, and he found himself drinking the strange liquid in spite of his best efforts. He felt his chest warming up, and he started to feel a little light-headed. He needed to- he had to-

What was he doing? There was someone very important. Someone he loved?

Rachel smiled at him. “That’s the spirit! Enjoy yourself. Take a load off. I can do whatever you want. Or if you like one of the other girls better, feel free to enjoy yourself.”

Philip felt so turned on in spite of himself. Having Rachel there, draping her body over him, was intoxicating. Her smell, her slutty little outfit, her incredible curves, it was all so tempting. But Philip had to fight it! He needed to save, uh, what’s-her-face.

“The woman I came in with,” he gasped out. “Please, I have to see her!”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “She’s not done yet.”

“I have to see her!” Philip insisted. He was trying to sound more frantic than he was actually feeling at this point. The pain and worry inside of him had dulled to almost inconsequential levels. He wasn’t really worried about that woman, whoever she was, but he still felt something like an obligation to find out what was happening to her.

Rachel pulled out her phone, and typed a few things in.

“Here,” she said, disdainfully. “You can watch the whole process in action.”

Philip was looking at the screen, and suddenly his memory was jogged. How could he have ever forgotten about Alexandra! His wife. The love of his life!

She was standing in a room that looked like a private room from a strip club. On the leather sofa in front of her, there was a man with slicked back hair with a woman hanging on either arm.

“So, I’m given to understand you’re hear for the BYOS treatment?” the man said.

“No,” Alexandra said, despite her obvious worry. “I’m not a slut! I love my husband very much. I’d never sleep with anyone else.”

“Oh, we can fix that!” the man said. “When did you meet your husband?”

Alexandra shook her head fiercely. “I’m not going to play your little game.”

The man frowned. “Oh, I was only asking to be polite. I can take whatever knowledge I need to.”

He looked deeply into Alexandra’s eyes, and she took a step backwards.

“Wow, more than ten years, and coming up on your second anniversary! You seem like a very happy couple,” the man said.

Alexandra started crying. “Please, just let me go! Where’s Philip? What are you doing to him?”

Philip, pushed Rachel off of his lap, and stood up. He had Rachel’s phone still playing the video stream, as he ran around the restaurant trying to find where his wife had been taken. He found some curtains, and pulled them back. There was a door that looked very much like the one he could see in the mirror behind his wife in the video.

He started banging on the door, and he could see his wife react on the phone screen.

“Philip, is that you!” she shouted through the door.

He had found her! All that stood between the two of them was a door. Philip began kicking it.

From the phone, he could hear the man laughing. “Well, you met each other 12 years ago, so what if I rewind the clock to just before you met him.” He pulled some dust from out of his pocket, and blew it at Alexandra.

Philip paused in his banging to look at the screen. Alexandra’s eyes glazed over. It was hard to tell on the phone screen, but it seemed like she was getting younger. The glow of youth was returning to her face.

No, Philip didn’t know exactly what he was dealing with but he had to save Alexandra! He started banging on the door, which shocked Alexandra out of her state.

“Who’s that?” she said. “It sounds like there’s a man trying to get in here?” Alexandra said.

“Ah, that’s a friend of mine, Philip Lau. He’s gotten a bit too excited. My deepest apologies,” the man said. “I’ll just sound proof the room so we can have a little peace and quiet.” The man snapped his finger.

Suddenly the sound of Philip banging stopped echoing through the phone’s speakers. Alexandra looked relieved.

“Well, I hope I never meet that Philip guy, he sounds like a handful.” she said.

Philip’s heart sank at those words. He stopped banging on the door. He collapse to the floor, and watched his wife talk on the phone. How could she have forgotten about him? All their years together, the memories they shared—gone!

“How old are you Alexandra?” the man said.

“Well, I’m 20,” she said shyly.

“Are you single?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am,” she said, blushing. “I’ve been too busy with classes to think about guys.”

Philip was about to stand up and start trying to get in to rescue Alexandra once more, but then he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay, mister?” he heard a cute, feminine voice say.

Philip looked up, and saw Rachel standing there. He felt his mind starting to go fuzzy again. There was something about Rachel’s scent—it was so intoxicating.

“Uh, yeah,” he said.

He wondered why he was on the floor watching this weird livestream with a strange woman he had never seen before. The man blew some dust on the woman, and said something about turning her into an 18 year old. She shrank losing a good foot of height, as her late growth spurt vanished in an instant. She was so short now.

“You don’t want to go to college, do you?” the man said. “You’re just a dumb, horny slut, isn’t that right?”

The woman started giggling. It was now obvious that there was nothing going on behind her eyes.

“Like, yeah!” she said, licking her lips.

Rachel helped Philip up. She was much more interesting than that silly live stream. A real, flesh and blood woman. And what a woman! She wasn’t a twig like that stranger on the livestream. And Rachel had a bubbly confidence to her that Philip found so alluring. He handed the phone back to Rachel, and let her lead him back to the original seat.

“Here, have another drink, I don’t think you had enough last time,” Rachel said, putting a fizzing glass in front of Philip.

He smiled at her. The way Rachel moved, was so sensual. Every motion coordinated for maximum sexual appeal. He couldn’t help but stare at the hints of flesh peaking out of her skimpy pink outfit, or her delicious cleavage. Right now, there was no woman in the world besides Rachel for Philip. No other person. He drank deeply of the drink she was offering, and felt the warmth from before returning.

Philip was starting to like this place. He looked around. He loved being single. No one tying him down, keeping him away from places like this. He didn’t notice as his wedding ring faded away.

“I can tell you like me,” Rachel said, looking down at his tight pants. “What are you packing down there?”

Philip briefly felt self-conscious. His cock was fully erect right now, and straining against the fabric of his pants. He had never been in a relationship, but he had a healthy sexual appetite, and Rachel was waking up something primal inside of him.

“I’ll suck your cock for 20 bucks, if you want, sir,” Rachel said.

Philip just pulled out his wallet, and nodded, as Rachel started sliding his pants off. She smiled when she saw his cock.

“You must be at least 5 inches long,” she said happily.

“5 and a half,” Philip corrected.

Rachel stroked his cock lovingly. “But your girth is what’s really revving my motors. That’s a fucking mouthful, I’m going to enjoy this.”

Philip’s cock was wide, and he was amazed when Rachel managed to fit all of him into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down, and he couldn’t believe what he was missing out on. He was 33 years old, and had never been with a woman, never even had a girlfriend. He had had to make do with his hand on the late nights when he was getting too horny.

But being here, having a masterful cock sucker go down on him, it was like discovering something he had been missing all his life.

Rachel worked his cock like a pro. As she sucked and licked, Philip didn’t even notice his penis starting to shrink. He was too distracted by the pleasure of her warm mouth wrapped around his shaft, but as the pressure kept building he finally couldn’t hold it in any more, and Philip grunted, and felt himself filling Rachel’s mouth with hot sticky liquid.

Rachel freed his cock, swallowed, and looked down at his 3 inch pencil dick, careful to hide her opinion of his tiny cock.

Rachel smiled, and said, “Well, that’ll be $20, but if you have a second wind left in you, I’ll let you fuck me for $50 more.”

Philip looked at the sexy vixen in front of him. He was a rich and successful office worker, and he had been single all his life. If that was what a blowjob from a real life person was like, he couldn’t imagine what actually fucking someone would feel like. There was no question—at $50 this was a steal.

Philip nodded eagerly, and pushed Rachel onto the table. He was kissing her, and his hands roamed over her soft body, lingering at her amazing breasts and her big, juicy ass. This was his first time with a woman, and he was going to savor it.

At least, he wanted to. But after the blow job, it was like he didn’t quite have it in him for a long fuck. After a minute or two, he came a second time in Rachel, and... that was it.

“Well, give me the $70,” Rachel said.

Philip hung his head in shame, and handed it over. He couldn’t help but feel like his wallet felt emptier than it should have been. Didn’t he usually carry $200, and two credit cards? Why was there only just enough to cover the blow job and sex with Rachel?

But the longer he stared at his emptied out wallet, the more it made sense. Of course he barely had enough—he wasn’t very rich at all. In fact, he was a rather poor guy who was lucky he had landed the soul-draining job he had now.

“Stick around,” Rachel said. “There’s more if you have money to pay.”

Alexandra, or as she now preferred to be called, Lexi, was on the prowl. Her first few steps out of her bosses back room, she felt strange. Had her boobies always been so big and full of silicone? Had he lips really been so big and puffy? But the more she walked around the restaurant, the more sure she became that everything was just fine.

She was an 18-year old who had dropped out of high school in her senior year, and used the money her parents had wanted to spend on her education to buy a few improvements for herself. She loved her fake tits, and her Brazilian-butt-lifted ass, and her big puffy blow job lips.

She also shook off the strange shyness she felt. She was in her element, and she was just one of the girls at this restaurant.

Lexi walked up to the girl at the front.

“Hey, Dee!” she said. “How have you, like, been?”

Dee smiled at her. “Oh, Lexi, I’ve been perfect! I think the guy at table 5 could use a little more companionship.”

Lexi turned to see where Dee was pointing, and saw the mirror behind the man. She saw a petite Asian girl staring back at her. For a moment, it felt so, so wrong. She wasn’t some 18 year old, slut, was she? She wasn’t a brainless bimbo! She was a respectable woman in her early 30’s, who was married, and totally loyal to her husband.

But then she blinked, and that worry faded away. She looked at herself in the mirror, and it just felt right. Lexi was in her element. Had she really felt nervous just now? She’d done things like this hundreds of times.

Lexi licked her lips. She loved her job. Sucking and fucking horny guys, so she could buy more clothes. This was the life!

She walked seductively over, and asked the guy how much he could pay. When he said the number, she raised an eyebrow. This guy was a high roller! She offered him a threesome for an absurdly high price, and he slammed the bills on the table without a second thought. Lexi beckoned one of the girls over, and soon the the three of them fucked right there at the table. Lexi moaned. The guy’s cock wasn’t the biggest she had ever experienced, but it was a strong contender, and his stamina only seemed to increase when he had two women to split his time between.

When he finally came, Lexi grabbed her take, and walked back to the front. But then she realized she didn’t need Dee’s directions. She could be a go getter.

She started walking around, doing lap dances, stripping, fucking and sucking as she saw fit. After a few hours, she had a pretty good haul going. God, Lexi loved money. She had never loved a man, however much fun they could be. But she did love the money that men tended to have. Sometimes Lexi had even entertained the idea of getting a sugar daddy, but she already made pretty good money at the restaurant.

As she was walking around, she saw a guy sitting alone at a table. There were two possibilities. Either he was out of money, or he was waiting for someone to extract more money from him. Lexi slinked up to him, determined to see which was the case.

Something about him seemed familiar to Lexi. Maybe he had been in here before?

“Hi there,” she said. “I’m Lexi. You’re kind of cute, wanna buy me a drink?”

The man looked embarrassed at her. “I’m Philip. And I’m afraid I’ve spent all my money. I’ve just been sipping water and watching the lovely ladies.”

“Oh, we tend not to like loiterers,” Lexi said. “I’m surprised no one’s kicked you out yet.”

Philip looked at Lexi for a good long time. At first, Lexi wondered if he was just interested in her (I mean, who could blame him?), but there was something different in his gaze. Like he recognized her from somewhere.

Philip shook his head. It was crazy to think he recognized Lexi. She was so young and petite, and her big fake boobs, butt and lips were so unlike whoever he was mistaking her for. Plus, she was so trashy and slutty. He was pretty sure he didn’t know anyone like that. Still, she was pretty cute.

“Hey,” Philip said. “I’m all out of cash, but I’ve got some money in my bank . Where’s the nearest ATM?”

Lexi shook her head. “We don’t have one on the premises. You’ll have to go two blocks out to the gas station across the street.”

“Well,” Philip said. “I guess I’ll be right back. Don’t move, I’ll come back with money, I promise.”

“Actually,” Lexi said. “You’re kind of cute, why don’t I come with you? Once you get the cash, maybe we can do a quickie at the gas station?”

Philip liked the sound of that.

The two of them left the restaurant, anticipating everything that lay ahead for them. Philip had to resist the urge to hold Lexi’s hand as they made their way to the gas station. After all, he didn’t really know her. Still, he was already considering becoming a regular at the restaurant, and he suspected Lexi was going to be one of his favorite girls at the place. Maybe he could pay her for the “girlfriend experience”?