The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I’d already spent so much time mentoring Ali over the past year that it would probably have been good for me to fuck off early and unwind on a big winter holiday. I said as much to Ali during our daily check-in sessions.

‘Oh, that sounds like a good idea, Nesh. Why don’t you book in all three weeks of leave over the holidays? I’ll help you decide where to go later,’ Ali said.

I thought it was a little odd for him to phrase it like that. I had already bookmarked that leave for a trip to Japan to explore their culture even more, so I doubt I would need advice from a cultural void like Ali. He probably only knew about Japan from trashy anime or the fetish websites he frequently added my workout videos to.

Still, it was a bit of a flex being able to do stuff like that, so I happily took the chance to remind Ali that I would be out exploring the world while he was stuck doing grunt work at the office.

‘Oh, trust me, Nesh, you’ll be doing your own fair share of grunting once I’m through with you,’ Ali said. What a weird thing to say. Luckily, I wouldn’t be thinking about him at all for the next three weeks. But for now, I had to focus on doing a good job and making sure I mentor him to the best of my ability.

Ali is a bit of a tough nut to crack, but I’ve eventually realized that his main problem is a lack of engagement. I heard from a podcast that the best way around this as a people leader was to create a culture of collaboration in your team.

I was pleased to say I had already done that. I had shifted from weekly meetings with Ali to daily meetings to ensure full collaboration. I even gave him my personal number and my home address so we could work through any blockers whenever he needs.

‘Good to know that I’m a natural leader,’ I thought to myself with a grin. Ali seemed to be quite happy with the change, too, and I got something out of it as well! Oftentimes, whenever Ali needed me to buy something for him, we would have to go through a whole rigamarole of me having to authorize his purchases.

Now, Ali won’t need to interrupt me while I busy myself with completing the unfinished reports that were assigned to him! Not to take too much credit but I know he’d never have been able to figure that lifehack himself… Imagine all the time I saved now that he can order shit on his own. All I need to worry about at this point is when to pick his orders up.

Phase two of my plan was to make sure Ali had the right resources to complete his tasks. I killed two birds with one stone on that one. When I gave Ali access to my financials, I naturally also logged him in to all my professional and private s. This way I wouldn’t be a bottleneck to his learning.

Besides he was so useless anyway it’s not like he could do any real damage! It was a good way for him to see what it’s like on the other side. He was particularly fascinated with my group chat with the boys. Sure, some of it was shit-talking, some of it was roasting people, but some of it was actual good advice. And from time to time, there would be a golden opportunity for a topic to be all three.

Take, for example, the other day. The boys and I had thought up another nickname for Ali. Because he was so distracted all the time, we would call him ADHD Ali. We made sure not to say it out loud at work—we didn’t want to get cancelled after all!—but it was fair game to put it on the group chat.

And wouldn’t you know it, it actually made Ali self-reflect! I didn’t really know much about helping him with that issue, but after one of our one-on-ones, Ali requested a fidget spinner to help him concentrate on his tasks. I was initially hesitant on the efficacy of that, but after Ali explained the situation to me, I knew it would be an amazing quick win for us.

‘So, I’ll go and buy you as many fidget spinners as you want, until we find the best one for you,’ I said, happy to find a path forward. ‘I’ll work on that now and we can finish our meeting early.’

‘Actually, Pranesh, I don’t think we have a budget for fidget spinners,’ Ali said with a smirk.

Huh? What was he talking about?

‘They’re probably $2.50 each, Ali. We’ll be fine,’ I said almost dismissively.

‘Pranesh, we need to streamline our processes,’ Ali intoned, particularly focusing on the last three words. Time seemed to stand still for me as I listened to him intently. ‘You can’t spend company money on this. It will make you look bad. We’re going to have to be inventive and use our existing company resources.’

The words echoed in my head. Is that right? What once sounded trivial to me now sounded much more serious. I don’t want to look bad! I can’t pull this out of our company budget…

‘On second thought,’ I say in a daze, ‘we have to make do with our existing company resources.’

‘Our human resources,’ Ali said to me.

Huh? ‘Our human resources,’ I question, feeling like my head was swimming.

‘Yeah, Nesh, I just need something to fiddle with while we have our meetings. Don’t you have anything in your pants that can help?’

I look down blankly at my pants. I have my phone, my wallet, my keys in there… Did he mean my keys? I absently notice the little stain on my slacks from my rockhard dick pushing directly against the thin fabric.

I was wearing a pair of white lace panties, but they could barely hold my anaconda when I got hard. Luckily, I only ever got hard when I’m alone with Ali anyway, and he doesn’t mind. He kept saying my panties were always in a bunch, so I made a point of ironing my panties every morning and showing Ali how well-pressed they were and clearly not in a bunch!

I looked back up at Ali with my mouth ajar only to see him bring his hand up to my ear and

SNAP

‘Okay, Ali, I guess our time is up. How are you finding your new fidget spinner?’ I said with a pant.

‘Oh, perfect, perfect, Nesh,’ he said as he pulled and tugged on my erect penis. I must’ve saved our company almost $3.00 after tax by using existing company resources to solve Ali’s problem.

‘I’m glad to hear—‘ I groaned involuntarily as Ali gave my cockhead a hard flick. ‘—that.’

‘It does get a little messy though,’ he said as he rubbed his thumb roughly against my slit, causing me to double over and get some precum on my shirt.

‘Ah, well, I’ve been denying myself orgasms so that I could devote more of my energy to meeting your needs, Ali.’ Well, that’s what I meant to say, but halfway through Ali shoved his precum stained fingers in my mouth which I sucked and cleaned vigorously.

I talked with my mouth full as I told him my expectations for his performance over the rest of the week. He giggled at me as I garbled my instructions with his fingers in my mouth, drool running down my chin and dropping a little above the precum stains on my shirt. When I got to the part about him needing to improve his punctuality, he started talking and I instantly shut up.

‘Nesh, by tomorrow, I want you to do some market analysis on fidget spinners. Your Desi dick is adequate but I’d like you to compare it with at least five other dicks before our meeting tomorrow.’

Okay, got it. Field research. If I skip lunch and head straight for the cruising spot at that seedy park downtown, I might be able to exceed my quota. I’ll need to make sure I find a good sample though—maybe a white dick, an Asian dick, a Latino dick… I might get lucky and find an old dude or a fattie to make my dick look good in comparison.

Pranesh’s mind buzzed with the tasks that Ali had left him with yesterday. The idea of market analysis on fidget spinners seemed unusual, especially for a senior analyst at a software company, yet he felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow through. Still, Pranesh didn’t get to his leadership role by being a quitter, so he racked his mind to create a plan.

Pranesh sat at his desk, typing away furiously. He had been planning a visit to a cruising spot for his fidget spinner research, convinced that it would offer a diverse range of participants. His plans were meticulous, or so he thought.

He walked into their meeting, instantly pulled out the pen out of his ass and his fidget spinner out of his pants, and sat on the table making sure the fidget spinner was at the correct ergonomic height for Ali. Thanks to his height, he had to contort himself uncomfortably to go through his report on the laptop placed in front of Ali.

Pranesh walked through his plan with Ali during the daily check-in, and Ali couldn’t help but grin. “You know what, Pranesh, instead of going to the park, why don’t you go to the three-legged cowboy instead?”

Pranesh’s ears perked up. The Three Legged Cowboy? How the hell would a pleb like Ali know anything about that exclusive restaurant? And besides, Pranesh wouldn’t expect such refined clientele to use fidget spinners.

Even squirming under Ali’s grip, Pranesh held his ground and explained all the ways why that would be a bad idea. “I know you’re invested in this project, but that I’m the lead—and I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, I happen to have a good personal relationship with one of their waiters and I don’t want to jeopardise that.”

Ali struggled to keep a straight face, a chuckle escaping his lips. “No, Pranesh, I think they’ll be the exact clientele for your important research on fidget spinners.”

Pranesh rolled his eyes. “No offence, Ali, but you can’t see the forest for the trees. I know you’re intimately acquainted with my fidget spinner, but that doesn’t mean you’re instantly an expert.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Ali said, with a flick at Pranesh’s fidget spinner. Pranesh looked at him then, and saw Ali’s narrowed eyes looking at him intently. Ali then snapped his fingers, the sound echoing in Pranesh’s ears, and his resistance melted away. His expression softened, and a sense of calm washed over him.

“Actually, Ali, you’re right,” Pranesh said, nodding slowly. “The Three-Legged Cowboy sounds perfect. Networking with refined individuals will definitely help my research and career.”

Ali’s laughter burst out uncontrollably. “Networking? At The Three-Legged Cowboy? You’re going to have an… unforgettable experience, Nesh.”

Pranesh interpreted Ali’s laughter as encouragement. “Thanks, Ali. I’ll head there this evening. I’m sure it’ll be great.”

Pranesh stood outside The Three-Legged Cowboy. His doctored memories from Ali’s control meant he still believed this to be an exclusive, high-end restaurant serving Japanese cuisine. Pranesh felt confident and determined, even busting out his three-piece suit for the big event.

However, as he stepped inside the dimly lit bar, with its sticky floors and faint smell of sweat and alcohol and god knows what else, he felt his stomach drop. This wasn’t what he was expecting! He scanned the room for a familiar face, but instead he saw a clientele that made him wrinkle in disgust. They looked rough, in peculiar outfits—some cladded in leather, some in nothing but fishnet stockings—clothes that Pranesh could only ever describe as faggy.

He felt like a sore thumb, with every man in the room seemingly look in his direction. He heard a couple of lewd comments, some wolf whistles, and one particularly forward man putting his hand on Pranesh’s ass.

“Hey, let go of me, fag,” Pranesh exclaimed, unable to keep his composure. The man in front of him looked hurt.

“Sorry, bro,” the stranger said, instantly stepping away from Pranesh. “We don’t usually get straight people here.”

Pranesh huffed, not even bothering to respond to the dude. With an air of indignation, Pranesh marched up to the bar. The bartender was a piece of work, too. Hair dyed pink, heaps of piercings, and a skinny fat body—maybe that guy was right, people like Pranesh weren’t meant to be here. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked in a flirtatious tone.

Pranesh’s voice dripped with outrage. “Am I at the Three Legged Cowboy?” Upon getting confirmation, Pranesh looked even more flabbergasted. “Don’t fuck with me, man! The Three Legged Cowboy isn’t some fag bar, it’s a high-end Japanese restaurant. It’s the only authentic place in this area—I sat on a cocktatsu here less than a week ago!”

The bartender raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “High-end Japanese cuisine? Here?”

“Yes, here!” Pranesh snapped, his patience wearing thin. “I had an incredible meal here before. Look, I even have a photo.” He pulled out his phone and showed a picture of himself, clearly in a trance, performing oral sex on one of the patrons. He swiped the photo, showing his smiling face covered in cum. In Pranesh’s mind, the image showed him dining operating an intricate Japanese utensil, and enjoying the spoils of his work.

The bartender laughed, the sound high and mocking. “Oh, I heard about you. You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.”

Pranesh frowned, not understanding the reaction. “What’s so funny? This place was a hidden gem, and now it’s filled with… people like them.” He gestured disdainfully at the patrons.

The bartender’s grin widened as he saw an opportunity for further humiliation. “Well, maybe you should speak to the owner. He knows all about your ‘refined’ experiences here.”

Just then, the owner, an effeminate man with a knowing smirk, approached. He looked Pranesh up and down, clearly savoring the moment. “Ah, Pranesh! I you. It’s always a pleasure to see a… returning customer.”

Pranesh glared at him, not recognizing the man. “You must be mistaken. I’ve never met you before.”

The owner chuckled. “Oh, but we have met. You had quite the ‘meal’ here last time, didn’t you?”

Pranesh’s confusion grew, his indignation faltering. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came here for high-end Japanese cuisine and refined networking. This place has clearly changed.”

The owner’s smirk deepened. “Changed? Oh, Pranesh, this place hasn’t changed at all. It’s you who seems a bit… confused.”

Pranesh’s anger flared again. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. I’m here to conduct important research, and this place was supposed to be perfect for it.”

The owner leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Important research, you say? Well, why don’t you introduce yourself to the patrons, then? Let them know what you’re here for.”

Pranesh scoffed, still oblivious to the setup. “No fucking way, bro! This is bullshit. I knew I should’ve stuck to the park.”

“No, you’re at the right place.” Before Pranesh could protest, the owner snapped his fingers. The sound echoed in Pranesh’s ears. “And I’m a friend of Ali.”

The cocky associate’s demeanour shifted instantly. His anger dissipated, replaced by a serene, obedient demeanor.

“Actually, you’re right,” Pranesh said, his voice now calm and compliant. “I should introduce myself.”

The owner’s grin widened as he turned to the patrons. “Gentlemen, may I have your attention? This is Pranesh, a gift from Ali. He has some important research he needs help with.”

Pranesh climbed onto the bar, feeling a sense of grandeur. “Good evening, everyone. I’m here to demonstrate my fidget spinner. I’ll be conducting a five-sense test.”

The patrons turned their attention to him, curiosity and amusement glinting in their eyes. Pranesh, completely oblivious to the true nature of his actions, continued confidently.

“I’m Pranesh. I’m Ali’s superior at work that tried to get him fired, but he outsmarted me and hypnotized me, so now I’m just his mindfucked puppet,” he announced proudly. “Now, I’m working on top-secret market research for fidget spinners.”

With that, he unbuttoned his suit tros and pulled out his erect penis. He wasted no time activating it, swinging his hip so that it helicoptered in an exaggerated motion. He started stroking it so it would grow to its full size, and he silently cursed himself for forgetting to trim himself before this presentation. He hoped no one would notice.

A voice from the back of the room shouted, “That’s a cock, you dumb fuck!” The rest of the room laughed uproariously.

Pranesh shook his head, looking patronizingly at the speaker. He couldn’t make the heckler out in the crowd of faces, and honestly, Pranesh didn’t care about impressing some uneducated idiot. They had no place in an establishment like this anyway—the poor fool must’ve already been escorted off the premises by now.

He looked around the room, and in his eyes, he was surrounded by titans of industry, and he believed he was educating future executives. He saw a man dressed in all leather gear, whom he imagined as a high-powered CEO. Another man, wearing fishnet stockings and a crop top, appeared to Pranesh as a cutting-edge fashion mogul. The third, who had squeezed Pranesh’s ass earlier, was seen as a scout for the NBA—he knew how to pick up, and Pranesh flushed at the thought that he caught the eye of someone who worked with famous athletes.

“Gentlemen,” Pranesh said with exaggerated patience, “I understand this might be confusing, but I assure you, this is a high-tech fidget spinner. When not in use, it can shrink to a more compact size, but when activated, it can grow around eight inches long. My one in particular is very thick and has a good heft to it.”

Pranesh grabbed the base of his dick with his left hand, and smacked it on the palm of his right hand with a meaty thud. “Well, it’s eight inches on a good day,” he said with a cheeky wink. “This is a spinner, which you can tell from the texture. Look closely at the veins on the underside.”

“You may find this surprising, but my fidget spinner is considerably darker than the rest of my body—this is a feature, not a bug! My one is two-toned, ending in a mushroomed tip. Now, onto our two final senses.

This one in particular has a distinct, musky smell thanks to the high testosterone produced from an athletic body with a good diet. The taste will be slightly salty but will be reminiscent of an earthy smell once I got more excited.”

The patrons snickered, but Pranesh continued undeterred. “Now, let me explain how my subordinate, Ali, assists me with my research. Even though he’s technically my junior, Ali manhandles me, making me groan and moan like a little bitch, which helps me understand the nuances of this device.”

The room erupted in laughter, but Pranesh misinterpreted it as engagement and interest. “I’m happy to be shared around for further insights, but I need to do thorough market research to see different types of fidget spinners that we could introduce to the office,” he said. He had the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand.

The leather-clad man, the fashionably dressed mogul, and the venture capitalist all exchanged amused glances. Pranesh, however, remained oblivious, believing he was making a significant contribution to his research.

“So, who’s keen to help with my research?” Pranesh asked, looking expectantly at the room.