The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Isabel Chen arrived at work 15 minutes early. This was normal for her. With a polite smile she greeted a few of her co-workers at the car dealership when she walked through the door. She was always cordial and punctual. She wore a conservative knee-length blue skirt and blazer combination with a pair of flats. She had similar outfits like this in different colors. Her shoulder length hair was neat but lacked style. She was American Born Chinese. Her parents were very conservative hard-working immigrants. They drilled a staid uniformity into her as a child. This upbringing made her into the stereotypical “Plain Jane” she was today. Some would also call her rigid to the point of blandness. While she didn’t have flair, but she knew used cars. She could answer any question a potential customer had right on the spot. She had a photographic memory.

This was the reason she was tasked with doing the daily live streams showcasing the cars on the lot. Anyone who didn’t want to come down in person could simply watch one of the several hour-long live streams she did each day. They could ask questions in the chat. Isabel would answer them immediately without hesitation.

She set up her camera and tripod in front of a powder blue SUV that just came into the dealership. She glanced at the notes on the car, memorized them and quickly discarded them. At 10 AM she turned her camera on. She said a polite good morning and started presenting the features of the car. There were nine people watching. At the present moment someone in the chat was asking her to show her boobs. She ignored it and quickly blocked the offending party.

The goal of the live streams was to get the people watching to book an appointment and come down to the dealership. While she would get a few appointments a day, management always wanted more. This worried Isabel. She liked doing the live streams and was concerned that they might replace her with someone else. She didn’t want to go back to the sales floor.

Recently, the dealership hired Diana, a young outgoing Latina woman with long flowing black hair. She projected a warm positive aura. She had the flair that Isabel didn’t. Her wardrobe was far less “conservative” than Isabel’s. Isabel was concerned Diana was being groomed to replace her. She knew she needed to do something. She didn’t know what that “something” was however.

At 11 AM she turned off the camera and ended the live stream. She went to the office area and sat down at her desk. Three emails appeared in her inbox when she checked on the computer. She smiled. Three appointments would be a good way to start the day. The first two emails were indeed requests for appointments. She forwarded those over to the sales department. The sales staff would follow up on these. The third email appeared to be spam. She was about to delete it when she read the subject line. “Hypnosis for high commissions!”, it read in bright green coloring.

She paused for a moment then clicked on it. A multi-colored ment for a local hypnotherapist appeared. The Ad claimed the hypnotherapist would “unleash” her confidence and creativity in her sale presentations. She knew nothing about hypnosis. Frankly, she was ambivalent about it. She wasn’t interested enough to further investigate it, but she didn’t feel the need to delete the email.

Isabel did three more live streams that day. She only managed to make four more appointments. These were not the numbers she needed. At the end of the day her manager called her into his office. He was letting Diana do the live streams next Friday. It was just to “change things up and get some younger energy into the live streams”. Isabel was still the main host of the live streams and had nothing to worry about, he told her. She managed a slight smile, said thank you and left the office.

It was a long slow walk back to her desk. Her eyes were focused straight ahead. She didn’t want to make eye with anyone or see who might be looking at her. She sat down at her desk and looked at her computer screen. She opened her email one last time before going home. There was nothing new. She saw the email from the hypnotherapist and opened it.

She read the ment again. She could come in for a free consultation. She clicked on the hypnotherapist’s bio. A photo of a man in his 50s appeared. He had short brown hair and was clean shaven. He had fine features. He looked his age but wasn’t unattractive she thought. His name was Dr. John Marsden. He had all sorts of certifications listed under his name. His Bio claimed he had 25 years’ experience as a hypnotherapist and as a stage hypnotist. He seemed like a man who knew his craft. She took out her phone and called the number in the ment.

It rang twice and then a man answered, “This is Doctor Marsden, how may I help you?”

Isabel answered softly, “Hello, my name is Isabel Chen. I was wondering if I could come down for a free consultation?”

“Sure Isabel, what would you like to see me about if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I am a salesperson and live streamer. I would like to have more confidence and creativity so I can improve my sales.”

“That is something I have helped many people with. Are you free tomorrow? I have an opening at 11 AM tomorrow.”

“Yes Doctor Marsden, I have the next two days off. I can come down tomorrow at 11 AM. I have the address.”

“Wonderful, please fill out the electronic registration on my website before you come down. I can prepare for you today, if you do. I will see you tomorrow, Isabel.”

Isabel arrived at Marsden’s office early. It had a small waiting room adorned with a few small, cushioned chairs. Hanging on the walls were photos of happy smiling people. One showed a man breaking a cigarette in half. The caption below him read, “Start your new life with a breath of fresh air”. Another sign showed a woman in business attired shaking another woman’s hand. Below her the caption read, “Have the confidence to get the promotion you deserve.” This made Isabel smile. She then looked down at what she was wearing. She wore a powder blue sweatshirt, loose fitting jeans and a pair of tennis sneakers. She was average at best in the “appearance” department and she knew it.

Doctor Marsden came out of his office and introduced himself. “I’m Doctor Marsden, it’s nice to meet you Isabel.” He extended his hand. She shook his hand daintily. He motioned her into his office. She followed him in. There was a very comfortable looking leather cushioned lounge chair facing a flat screen monitor that hung on the wall. There was a desk with two chairs at the far end. They sat in the chairs.

“So, how are you feeling today?”, he said making some small talk.

“Well, I am ok. However, I was informed that they want my colleague at work to do the live stream once a week. I think they are pushing me out.”, she said resigned to her fate.

“Well, I reviewed your registration and watched one of your past presentations. I think hypnosis will be able to help improve your live streams. You’ve come to me just at the right time. Don’t fret.”, he replied to her confidently.

“How can hypnosis help me with this?”, she asked

“Well, hypnosis is a deep form of relaxation. Your conscious mind is deeply relaxed and calm. This allows me to talk to your subconscious mind which has a lot to do with your emotions and habits. I can suggest positive changes that will help you improve yourself. “

“OK, I’ll give it a try I guess.”, she decided.

“Ok, why don’t you lay down on the that lounge chair over there.”

She walked over and lay down. The chair was firmly cushioned and very comfortable. It was inclined so she could look directly at the flat screen TV. Doctor Marsden pulled up a chair behind her. He was holding an Ipad and remote control. He turned on the TV and then tapped on the Ipad screen. A spiral appeared on the screen and began to spin. The edges of the spiral were blurred. Isabel eyes momentarily went wide as she adjusted to the pattern. It gave her the feeling that she was moving through a tunnel.

Doctor Marsden spoke, “Now Isabel, I want you to focus on the center of the spiral and listen to my voice. Imagine all other thoughts are far away. As you focus and listen, you’ll find it easy to let my words guide you. Let your breathing slow down as you breathe deeply. Isabel was focused and slowed her breathing.

He continued, “Notice your fingers and hands relax as you breathe. You feel peaceful and calm. The relaxation is slowly moving up arms and into your shoulders. Your shoulders sag now. Continue focusing your eyes on the spiral. Feel every breath relax you more. Now feel your chest and stomach relax as you breathe slowly in and out. You are so limp and relaxed now.”

Isabel was breathing very slowly. Her eyes were hyper-focused on the spiral. However, she was still able to concentrate on what Doctor Marsden was saying. As she listened to what he was suggesting, her body reacted to it immediately. Her arms we limp. Her shoulders were sagging. Her chest and stomach felt almost like jelly.

“Notice your hips loosening. Your legs feel like rubber from your thighs all the way down to your toes. Your legs are completely letting go. You only see the spiral. You only hear my voice. Everything else is far away.”, he continued.

Her mind wandered for a split second as it marveled at how his words were able to command her body how to feel. It was almost intimate. As she was focusing on the spiral and his voice, he was focusing those words only on her. At this moment, he was doing this only for her. She was the center of his attention just as she was focusing only on his words. She felt…. Special?

She quickly re-focused as he said, “Now take a deep breath and breath out. Feel your body sinking into the chair. Breath in and breath out. Your body gets heavy. Your legs are like lead weights. Your arms are so heavy they fall to your side. Your stomach and chest feel like a heavy stone on very soft ground. Focus on the spiral, you feel yourself going deeper.”

She felt her body sinking down and then getting heavy as he suggested. Whatever, he told her body to feel, she would feel it. She was focusing on the spiral. It was like a tunnel that kept pulling her along.

“And now is the time for your conscious my to sleep and take a rest. It’s good for your conscious to just rest and shut down every so often. And while your conscious mind is away, your subconscious will be open. So now find that as you look at the spiral, your eyes are getting heavy, sooo heavy.”, He exaggerated the tone.

Isabel thought it would be a good idea to let go and fall asleep. However, she liked looking at this spiral. So as her eyes became heavy, she fought to keep them open.

“The more you try to keep them open the heavier they become.”, he droned on.

Her eyes closed, but she managed to open them halfway. Her jaw went slack and her mouth opened slightly.

“Lead weights are on your eyelids. It’s so hard to keep them open.”, he challenged.

Her eyes were only slightly open and fluttering. Her head started to fall to one side. She wasn’t looking at the spiral anymore.

“And now sleep! DEEP ASLEEP!”, he exclaimed.

The firmness of this command sent her conscious mind into a deep sleep. Her eyes closed. Her head fell to the side. Only her subconscious mind was left listening.

“Now Isabel, I want you to imagine that you are at the top of a spiral staircase. You see it so clearly in your mind. You go down one step for every number I count down. As you go down the staircase, you relax deeper and go deeper into your subconscious mind. When I reach one, you will be at the bottom of the staircase. You will see a door in front of you. When I tell you to open the door, you will open up the deepest part of your subconscious mind. You will be able to absorb any suggestions with no resistance. You will carry out suggestions when you are awake and conscious thinking you thought of them. These suggestions will make you a better salesperson and live streamer. Do you understand?

“Yes”, she whispered softly, her lips barely moving. She saw herself at the top of the staircase.

“10, 9, 8 You are going deeper now. Relaxing, becoming calmer. 7, 6 as you step down you feel your mind opening. 5, 4 almost at the bottom getting deeper. 3, 2, 1 you are at the bottom of the stairs. Now open the door and you see electricity moving back and forth. This electricity and the way it moves represent your habits, your deepest thoughts and emotions.”

She saw herself walk down the stairs. She reached the bottom and opened the door as she was told to do. She saw the swirling field of electricity. She recognized this as what was deep inside of her.

Doctor Marsden walked to his desk and opened one of the drawers. He pulled a pair of wireless headphones out. He walked back to the chair where Isabel was. He gently propped her head up and put the headphones over her ears. He tapped a few times on his Ipad.

Doctor Marsden’s voice (which he previously recorded) now spoke to Isabel through the headphones, “You’re deeply hypnotized Isabel. Open your eyes halfway so you can focus on the spiral. You will remain in a deep hypnotic trance.”

Isabel opened her eyes. The spiral was there. She remained deeply hypnotized. At first Doctor Marsden’s voice gave her suggestions on having more positive energy and being more confident. These suggestions went right into her subconscious. After about five minutes of this, the spiral disappeared from the monitor. A set of flashing pictures started appearing on the screen. A girl in a short but professional dress wearing thigh-high stockings and stiletto high heels flashed on the screen, immediately followed by a big green dollar sign, another picture of the same girl smiling and talking to a man standing in front of a car, immediately followed by a picture of a sales order, a picture of a woman’s hand with red painted finger nails, hundreds of pictures in a matter of seconds. Her subconscious saw them all.

As the pictures continued to flash across the monitor, Marsden’s voice could be heard through the headphones. “High hemlines equal high commissions. High heels equal high bonuses. Thigh-high stockings equal sky-high sales. Highlighted styled hair equals living the high life. High gloss nail polish equals a high grossing sales month….” Hundreds of mantras in all.

The mantras and the photos went on and on. Her subconscious absorbed it all. After one hour, Doctor Marsden took the headphones off her head and turned the monitor off. Her eyes were halfway open, and she was still deeply hypnotized.

“Now Isabel, I will snap my fingers. And when I do you will awaken, feeling wonderful and refreshed.” SNAP!

Isabel eyes opened wide and she jolted upright. She looked around bewildered for a moment and then ed that she was.

“What?! The last thing I was laying down on the chair. I feel wonderful though. What a relaxing experience.”, she looked at her watch. It was one o’clock. “I was hypnotized for almost 90 minutes? It only seems like I just arrived here.”

Marsden smiled, “Yes, you went deeply into hypnosis. You are an excellent subject. I think the hypnosis is really going to help as you are so suggestible. I’d like to have a follow up session with you tomorrow if that is ok.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow when she heard Marsden use the words suggestible. Was that like programming? She dismissed it. “I would love to come back if I can feel this good again. I really enjoyed being hypnotized, even though I don’t a thing.”

“I am glad you did. I will see you at 11 AM tomorrow.”

She smiled at him and left the office. She got in her car and began to drive home. She was ready for some high commissions at work. Suddenly a thought came to her. “High hemlines equal high commissions.” An image flashed in her mind of a woman in a mini skirt. She shook her head. She needed some new clothes she decided. Something that wasn’t so bland and staid. She turned the car around and headed to the mall.

She arrived at the mall and wandered. She window shopped for a while and then saw the perfect outfit in a high-end clothing store window. It was a slinky black turtleneck sweater paired with a grey plaid mini skirt. The hemline would be about 6 inches above her knee. The thought “High hemlines equal high commissions” came into her mind again. She shook her head in response. The thought had just “popped into” her head. It was a new, unsettling feeling even if just momentary. She didn’t know why it was happening. Her attention focused back to the outfit she was interested in. This outfit had the “spice” she needed. She went into the shop.

The saleswoman who worked in the store seemed skeptical that Isabel would buy anything. However, after trying a size 4 in both the sweater and the skirt, Isabel handed over her credit card and bought them without any hesitation. It was $300 well spent as far as she was concerned.

She continued ambling around the mall. As she walked by the entrance of a department store, she noticed a shoe display. Specifically, she noticed a high heel stiletto. The thought, “High heels equal high bonuses.”, entered her mind. Just as suddenly an image of a woman in a skirt suit wearing stilettos flashed before her. She shook her head momentarily. She would need a pair of high heels to go with her outfit. She entered the store.

Over the course of the next 90 minutes various thoughts and images flashed through her mind. Shoes, stockings, pantyhose, dresses, skirts, tight jeans, blouses and cosmetics among other things were purchased. She was eventually satiated. The clerk opened a store credit card with a 0% APR for the first 6 months for her. With the first time buyer 10% discount, her bill was $3,100.

With three large shopping bags in each hand, she plodded through the mall towards the parking lot. The storefront of a beauty salon came into her line of sight. The salon’s window dressing featured at least a hundred different bottles of nail polish. “High gloss nail polish equals a high grossing sales month.”, popped into her mind. An image of a perfectly manicured female hand flashed before her. She paused momentarily and then walked over to the salon.

In the window was a bottle of cherry red nail polish she thought would look dazzling on her fingernails. There was a sandwich board in front of the entrance. It read, “The Complete Transformation: Manicure, Pedicure, Haircut, Wash and Dry, includes Highlights, only $199!” She walked in the store and said to no one in particular, “I need a complete transformation.”

The manicurist started with the pedicure. After soaking her feet in warm water. She started exfoliating on Isabel’s feet. Her grip was firm but not overly strong. Clipping, buffing, polishing and then a short massage. Isabel imagined that a man giving a foot massage would be a nice way to start something more intimate. She felt something stir inside her and quickly thought about something benign and unrelated.

One hour later, Isabel had her manicure, pedicure, and a long bob hair cut with blonde highlights. When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t recognize herself from before. It was a welcome change. She went from looking unkept to looking well-maintained. The new look made her nervous though. She was glad that she was going back to Doctor Marsden tomorrow. She would need a boost of confidence with this new look.

She left the salon and finally made it out of the mall without feeling compelled to buy something. She arrived home at 8pm. She was in bed half an hour later. It had a been a long day. That night she dreamed vividly. She had dreams about enthusiastically pitching the cars on her livestream dressed in her new outfits. She dreamt of large commission checks being handed to her. She had dreams of people smiling at her when they talked to her. She slept and dreamt uninterrupted through the night.

The next morning, she looked in the mirror and was startled again. Shew couldn’t get over how different she looked. She decided to wear her new tight jeans and cashmere blouse that she had purchased at the mall. She wore her new pumps to break them in. The few extra inches in height made her feel powerful. She blushed when she thought about how sexy she looked.

She arrived at Doctor Marsden office fifteen minutes early. When he came out of his office to greet her, he momentarily froze. He couldn’t believe the transformation that had taken place. The woman that no one would give a second glance to was now a total knock out.

“Isabel you new hair style looks great.”, he said awkwardly. He wanted to give her a compliment but didn’t want to sound unprofessional.

“Thank you”, she said. She blushed and turned her head slightly. She wasn’t used to getting compliments from men.

“Let’s get started”, he replied as he motioned her into his office. She stood up and began to walk into this office. He noticed how the tight jeans and high heels shaped her butt, legs and ankles. She walked slowly. She was not used to wearing high heels, but this gave the unintended result of a saunter. It was almost miraculous and extremely sexy.

He motioned her to the lounge chair where he hypnotized her yesterday, “Now today is just a follow up. I want to work with you on confidence and being a little more outgoing. Sales is a proactive profession after all.”

“You read my mind Doctor. I am a little self-concious about putting myself out there and getting attention.”, she said as she seated herself comfortably.

He lowered the lights in the room and turned on the flat screen monitor. He grabbed his Ipad and tapped it a few times. The spinning spiral appeared on the screen. Isabel’s eyes were immediately drawn to it.

“Very good Isabel, just like yesterday, focus on the spiral and my voice. You were hypnotized yesterday, so your body and mind already know how to relax and focus. You are going to find it so much easier to enter hypnosis again. You already feel your body relaxing. Your breathing is slowing down. 10, 9 Feel your body sinking into the chair. Notice your arms and legs are getting so heavy. 8, 7 Your eyes are also getting heavy now. Soooo heavy. 6, 5 Your are getting sleepy, your beginning to enter that deep slumber. 4, 3, 2, 1…. DEEP ASLEEP.”

Isabel lay there in a deep hypnotic trance. Her head had fallen to the side. Her mouth and jaw were slack. Her eyelids were closed, but there was REM movement beneath her lidded eyes. One arm had dropped off the side of the chair. In a brief 30 second induction he had put her into a deep trance, completely open to his suggestions.

A dopamine rush flooded through Marsden’s body. He felt powerful and in complete control. He took a long deep breath. He needed to steady himself and stay professional. Would he be able to?......