The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Kara Davenport was—to put it mildly—not a dress girl.

Now, this did not mean that she was unattractive—quite the opposite in fact. A tall, sturdy woman in her early 20s, she was a testament to how sexy strong women could be. She had shoulder length black hair, a round picturesque face with beautiful black eyes and a thin mouth. She also had large breasts, and some very muscular arms and legs. She exuded confidence and energy and her figure caught the eyes of several men. Kara may have been a self-described “tomboy” (she currently worked as an electrician), but she was a sexy tomboy.

Nevertheless, ever since she was a child, Kara had hated wearing dresses. They were always, itchy, difficult to move around in, and made her look as prissy as the dolls little girls used to order from department store catalogues. She never wore dresses unless she was forced to by her parents or had no other choice. Indeed, if it were up to her she’d wear a pantsuit to her own wedding (if she ended up marrying). Right now she was wearing a green short-sleeved blouse, black slacks, and black sandals.

It was Friday night and her workday had concluded. She was currently driving to Renee Lowman’s house. Renee was her best friend and Kara hoped she was in for a relaxing visit. The two had met in their last of year of middle school after bumping into each other in the school cafeteria. They got to talking and had been best friends ever since.

While their friendship was ironclad, there was one significant irony: Renee loved dresses. Half of her closet was full of them. She would wear them at anytime of the year (though she would restrict herself to long-sleeved dresses and wear tights under them in the winter). To each their own, of course but the problem was that Renee would also frequently try to goad Kara into wearing a dress, too. It had become annoying and she didn’t know why she did this. Nevertheless, Renee was her friend and knew how to have a good time. After all, that’s what she was visiting Renee for wasn’t it? She knocked on the door and waited for her friend to answer.

2.

“Hi Renee,” Kara said jovially as her friend opened the door. “How it’s going?”

“Great,” Renee chirped back “especially now that you’re here!”

Kara entered Renee’s residence. Now in her living room Kara realized how it reminded her of how different the two were in other respects. You see, Renee’s girly nature—or femininity if you’d prefer—did not stop with her love of dresses. Even though she, like Kara, was in her mid-twenties, her house clearly looked like how a stereotypical valley girl would decorate it. The walls and ceilings were a deep pink. Her polyester couch had two giant Hello Kitty pillows on it. Her bookshelf was full of relationship advice and self-help books. Moreover, the last time Kara had visited her, all of Renee’s bedroom shelves was full of stuffed animals. Teddy bears, unicorns, giraffes, her fuzzy bestiary was actually quite impressive. Kara had stuffed animals when she was a child, but had donated or given them away when she’d turned 18. Oh well, you know what they say, opposites attract.

“So, Kara,” Renee asked “do you have any idea of where you’d like us to go tonight?”

“Actually,” Kara responded “I was thinking we could go to the Blue Heron Lounge that just opened up.”

“The Blue Heron Lounge,” Renee mused. The aforementioned lounge was a restaurant and dance club. Moreover, Friday nights were ladies night where women got half of on everything and, had a volunteer taxi service with female only drivers. Perfect if you were an attractive—or drunk— woman who needed a ride home late at night. It also had an excellent menu and a bevy of alcoholic drinks on tap. She thought for a moment, then said “Sure why not? However, I think you should do one thing before we go.”

“Let me guess…you want me to wear a dress,” Kara sardonically responded.

“Well, yes,” Renee itted “This time, I am asking you to do it for your own good. I think it’ll help you meet a guy you really like. Maybe it would help you snag the guy of your dreams!”

“I doubt that, even though I don’t your sincerity, Kara quipped.

“Well, I’m sure of it,” Renee responded. “The very dress I am wearing is obvious proof. Just take a close look at it.”

Kara felt that doing so was pointless but did so anyway. The sooner this whole dress business was finished, the sooner they could get to the Blue Heron Lounge. Unlike Kara Renee was a very petite woman, an entire head shorter than her. She had pale Caucasian skin short skinny legs a baby face and two bright blue eyes. She also had blonde hair that was currently in a bun. She also wore beige leather sandals. She was cute as a button.

Then Kara actually looked at her dress. She had to it that it was stylish. It was a black and white striped dress. Most of the black portion of the dress resemble wavy spirals, while the straps of the dress were completely white.

“I know it may look simple but it actually is a gorgeous and eye-catching dress,” Renee assured. “All you need to do to see this is look at my dress’s stripes. They are so pretty, so captivating. All you need to do is look them closely.” She then tugged the left strap of her dress. The stripped spiral patterns on her dress began to move, almost acting like a hologram or a high-tech tie-dye textile. “Yes Kara, put everything else out of your mind and look at the stripes.”

Though she couldn’t understand why the striped designs on Renee’s dress were moving, Kara had to agree that what was happening were pretty cool. The dress must have just been released to the market. Whatever one could say about Renee she was quite the fashionista! Moreover, the stripes of her dress were in fact captivating. Kyra couldn’t help but stare at them. They had a slow and soothing movement that put her at ease. The striped spirals were very beautiful and very eye-catching.

Indeed they were so eye-catching that Kara could not hear what Renee was saying. Something about the stripes being so slick it could trick your mind. Then she said something about them being so thick and pretty that they could swallow it up just by looking at them. The more one looked the more they were swallowed up. All one had to do was look at the dress and be swallowed up.After a few more minutes of Renee’s intonations, the little woman had clapped her hands. Kara’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. She was in a deep trance now, her mind completely swallowed up. Renee tugged her dress’s right strap again, and the spiral patterns stopped.

Renee smiled. Apparently the dress did in fact, live up to its promise in the exclusive catalogue she frequently patronized. Known as the “hypno-dress,” the article of clothing allowed the wear to hypnotize the viewer by activating the dresses, spiral function. The spiral function worked like a greeting card that played music or a mood ring. All she had to do was pull on the left strap of the dress, get the viewer to look at the spirals, and then talk the viewer in a trance with speech and vocal patterns suggested in the dresses manual (yes, the dress came with a manual).

Not surprisingly, the dress did not come cheap. It had cost her the equivalent of two months of her salary (Renee worked as a tailor for a company that dealt with formal attire like suits and dresses). However, it had been money well spent.

She had first thought ing it on a guy for a quick fling or a meal ticket. However, she had to test it out on someone and had always wanted to sexually experiment with other women. Who better than her reliable and attractive best friend? Good thing Kara had arrived relatively early. It gave her enough time to carry out her plan and still get to the Blue Heron lounge.

“Kara,” Renee intoned “Can you hear me?”

“Yes…” Kara slurred. “I hear you.”

“Now Kara,” Renee continued “the spiral patterns have swallowed up your mind and you’re mind now belongs to them, correct?”

“Yes.” Kara agreed. “My mind…now belongs to them.”

“The stripes are on my dress and I own the dress,” Renee asserted “Therefore, the stripes belong to me.”

“Stripes...belong to you.”

“Since the stripes belong to me and your mind belongs to the stripes,” Renee went on “your mind belongs to me. Say it Kara.”

“My mind belongs to you,” she repeated robotically.

“Therefore, you must do anything I command you to do,” Renee said forcefully.

“I must do anything you command me to do,” Kara agreed.

“Excellent,” Renee beamed triumphantly. “Now come with me.”

3.

Renee then led the entranced electrician to her bedroom. Kara’s description of the bedroom was mostly accurate. There was a dresser with several drawers and beauty product placed upon its top. There were several shelves. They were—you guessed it—full of stuffed animals, some of them newly purchased. They included a pink horse, a zebra, and a light-green stegosaurus.

The walls were painted pink. Her bed was quite large and had two large My Little Pony pillows. Renee then sat on the bed and turned to Kara.

“Kara,” Renee commanded. When I clap my hands you will begin to undress” with each article of clothing you remove you will become more and more aroused. You will also become more and more comfortable with wearing dresses. When you are naked, you will want to make love to me with all the ion you can manage. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Renee,” Kara responded (Renee had ordered Kara to call her Mistress Renee whenever Renee gave her a command).

Speaking of commands, Renee clapped her hands and Kara began to disrobe one piece of clothing at a time. Renee was undressing too. She lifted each of her dress’s straps, making sure to avoid tugging on the left one. She then slid off her straps and then her her dress, revealing a white bra and panties. She unsnapped the former and slid off the latter. Soon all of Renee’s clothes were in a nice little pool on the floor.

Renee’s breasts, like her legs, were quite small with nipples that looked like specks. She also had some nice, bushy blond, tuft. Petite did not mean unattractive.

Kara, for her part, had now taken off all her clothes. She had breasts like stuffed pillows, and some nicely trimmed black pubic hair that completed her muscular toned legs. She licked her lips looking forward to lovemaking. Renee motioned to herself. Kyra took the hint and jumped onto the bed, startling Renee a bit. Kara pulled Renee in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Renee returned the favour, then inserted her tongue into Kara’s mouth. They kissed for a few more minutes. Then Renee disengaged and buried her head into Kara’s breasts. She nuzzled them with her cherubic face. Then she licked them, taking the time to buss each nipple. All of this made Kara moan and giggle. Then Renee moved to Kara’s pubic area and inserted her right and index fingers into her womanhood.

“Kara,” Rene commanded. “I am going to finger you now. While I am doing it you will say that you love dresses. As you say it, it will become more and more true to you. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Renee,” Kara said. Then Renee went to work. She began thrusting her fingers in and out of Kara’s vagina. Kara began to moan. Then she spoke.

“I love dresses,” Kara uttered. “I love dresses. I love dresses.

Smiling, Renee’s thrusts quickened and picked up force. So did Kara’s repetitions. “I love dresses” Kara repeated. “I love dresses. I love dresses.” A few thrusts later and Kara was ready to orgasm. Then she did. “I love dresses!” She cried out.

4.

Kara and Renee made love again. Then they took a short shower and cleaned each other up Renee redressed and ordered Kara to put her underwear back on. Then she took out a dress from her closet. It was a purple dress that was Kara’s size. It was thick, soft, and was otherwise known as a sweater dress. Then Renee gave Kara her final instructions.

“Kara,” Renee ordered. :You are going to get dressed up. When I clap my hands, you will put this dress on and then put your footwear back on. Then count to thirty. When you reach thirty you will wake up with no memory of what has just happened. You will simply coming into to chat with me and losing track of time. You no longer have any dislike of dresses, Wearing dresses will no longer bother you and you will have no problem wearing them. You will feel no pain when wearing them and will always be able to move around in them. Now if you ever hear me and only me say the words ‘dress on, mind off’ you will fall back into your hypnotic trance and obey me without question? Do you understand?

“Yes Mistress Renee,” she said. Then she added “I love dresses.”

“Of course you do,” Renee said. Kara then put on the dress and began to count to thirty. Renee smiled mischievously. Her hypno-dress had worked like a charm on Kara. She hoped that lightning would strike twice at the Blue Heron Lounge—only this time with a man. It would put her on the path to getting the dream man she always wanted. While clothes may make the man, Renee was living proof that dresses make the woman!