The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A few weeks later, and the hotel hummed with its usual deceptive tranquility. The concierge Vincent, seated at the concierge desk, smirked as he saw this evening’s appointment appear on his screen: Relaxation Package, Room 414.

The guest that had checked in earlier that day and selected the package was a sharp, business woman named Charlotte Galene. She had been polite but distant as she was clearly exhausted from the events of her day. Her tone was clipped as she asked for “something to unwind.” Vincent had offered her the package with a knowing grin and now he was preparing all the necessaries.

At the spa, Charlotte stretched out on a plush massage table surrounded by the soft music and the soothing scent of lavender that filled the air. The masseuse, a statuesque blonde named Eva, began her work on her exposed flesh, kneading and squeezing the overly tight muscles.

“Just relax,” Eva said, her voice low and melodic, her hands moving with practiced, oily precision warming where they touched. Charlotte sighed, her body melting further into the table as Eva’s touch worked its magic. “This is incredible,” Charlotte murmured, her usual edge softening.

Eva smiled. “This is only the beginning. Let me take you somewhere truly blissful.”

As the massage continued, Eva’s voice took on an almost hypnotic cadence. Her words were gentle but insistent, slipping into Charlotte’s mind as easily as her hands glided over her oiled skin. Charlotte’s breaths grew slower and her eyelids began to flutter.

“That’s right,” Eva cooed. “Just let go. Let the tension melt away. Listen to my voice, and let it guide you on this wonderful journey...”

By the time the session ended, Eva guided Charlotte with the command to sit up and she obeyed. Her eyes were barely open and unfocused, but her expression was serene.

Thirty minutes later, there was a soft knock at a hotel bedroom door.

The man inside, an executive on a “business retreat” named Adam opened the door to find both women standing there. To any on-looker it was clear that he was well aware of what to expect. This wasn’t his first rodeo, clearly.

Eva, the masseuse wore a sultry smile and her spa uniform had been replaced by a sleek, black cocktail dress that clung to her curves perfectly. Charlotte stood slightly behind her, dressed in a silk robe with the golden spiral hotel logo embroidered on it, her expression was calm and obedient, but her eyes were not quite focused.

“She’s ready,” Eva purred, stepping into the room holding Charlotte’s hand and guiding her in.

Adam closed the door behind them, his gaze sweeping over both women. “And you’re sure she’s...?” he paused, unwilling to use the ‘h’ word.

“Completely programmed and willing,” Eva assured him. “She wants to please you, don’t you, Charlotte?”

“Yes,” Charlotte said softly, her voice devoid of emotion and hesitation.

Adam grinned, stepping closer. He trailed a finger down Charlotte’s arm, her skin shivering at his touch. “Good girl.”

Eva led Charlotte to the bed, her hands gently removing the robe. Charlotte stood bare before Adam, her posture confident yet submissive. Eva ed her, slipping her shoulders out of the dress and maneuvering it to pool on the floor before stepping out of it. Their bodies brushed as they turned their full attention to him.

“You’ve had a long day,” Eva said, her hands working to loosen his tie “Let us take care of you.” she purred as she eased him gently down into a nearby chair as Charlotte knelt before him.

Adam leaned back, his mind reeling from his fantasy being made real. Their touches were coordinated and deliberate, every move was designed to overwhelm him with pleasure. Eva’s lips traced his neck, her hands sliding over his chest, while Charlotte’s perfectly manicured hands began to adeptly unzip his pants and slide in to retrieve his thickening cock. She looked up at him and licked her lips which made him surge in her hands. She leaned forward and began to use her mouth to lavish him, all the while keeping eye with him.

Soon, his breathing quickened, and his body tensed, the sensation was too much to resist. The two women worked in unison to bring him to pleasure with unparalleled efficiency. He groaned, his hands tangling in Charlotte’s hair and stroking her cheek as Eva whispered wicked promises in his ear. In perfect harmony, their hypnotic programming made them the ultimate companions and pushed Adam over the edge!

As Adam lay sprawled on the bed, exhausted and blissful, Eva helped Charlotte back into her robe. The two women left the room silently closing the door behind them. Eva smiled a wicked smile, but Charlotte’s face was calm and blank, unaware of what had just happened. Eva took her hand and began to coo gently to her as they made their way back to the spa, helping her to forget to the events of the past hour.

At the reception desk, Vincent watched them with a knowing smile.

Charlotte woke in her room, feeling... radiant. Every muscle in her body seemed to hum with energy, her mind unusually light and clear. She stretched luxuriously and a contented sigh escaped her lips. It was the kind of relaxation she hadn’t experienced in years and she felt amazing.

But as she sat up, a peculiar sensation niggled at the edges of her mind; an unshakable craving. She had felt this sensation before, she mused, but usually she only felt it after certain... night time activities. She needed a cigarette. Shaking her head, she brushed it off and headed for the shower instead. She took off her clothes and discarded them on the nearby radiator and noticed how hard her nipples were. The craving to smoke was growing stronger with each ing moment.

The soothing warm water on her skin felt electric and her hands lathered up the body wash and wandered around her body. As her fingertips reached between her legs she felt her legs almost buckle from the pleasure. It felt so good!

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ she thought, resisting the urges to dive right in and grind against her own fingers.

She washed off the soap bubbles from herself and stepped out of the shower, clearly frustrated with herself. “Maybe I need a drink!” she announced to the empty room and went off to find something to wear to the hotel bar.

Downstairs, just off the lobby, the bar glowed warmly, a haven for weary travelers. There were a number of booths around the perimeter of the room that might or might not have people in them, but they did a perfect job of providing privacy to the occupants.

The lift bell chimed and the door slid gently open. Emerging from the lift, Charlotte’s high heels clicked confidently upon the marble floor as she made her way towards the bar in record time. She slid onto a stool, her silk blouse catching the light as she crossed her legs and looked for somebody to supply her with a soothing beverage.

“A martini, please,” she told the tall, male bartender who approached her. Her voice was steady, but inside, she wrestled with confusion. Why did she feel this good? She hadn’t done anything special; just the massage and a long nap. Yet her body buzzed as if she’d had the most intimate, earth-shattering encounter of her life.

Her gaze drifted to the ashtray on the counter. Without thinking, she leaned toward the bartender.

“Could I also get a pack of menthol cigarettes too?”

He raised an eyebrow seeing the frustration on her face, but instead of commenting, he ed her a long thin pack. Charlotte rarely smoked, but tonight, the craving was insistent. She tore back the cellophane wrapping and then at the paper holding them inside. She drew one out from the pack and put it between her lips. She looked up at the bartender ready to ask if he had a light, but he was already ready, offering it. Taking a deep drag she filled her lungs with the soothing, creamy smoke and instantly felt relief. As he mind eased, images began to flicker in; fragments of something that she couldn’t quite fully grasp emerged, but the more she tried to the more she needed to fill her lungs with creamy smoke.

A man’s face. Hands on his body. Her lips, her mouth... on his cock. A rush of heat washed over her, and she took another drag, the cigarette trembling between her fingers.

“Long day?” the bartender asked, breaking her trance.

“Something like that,” Charlotte murmured, exhaling a stream of smoke accidentally in his direction. Her thoughts swirled, tantalizingly close to clarity, but always just out of reach like they were wrapped in cloud of smoke. What was this feeling, this deep satisfaction coursing through her veins?

She finished her drink, stubbed out the cigarette, and left the bar with a slight wobble in her step. As she walked toward the elevators, Vincent watched her from the reception desk, his lips curling into a sly smile.

Charlotte stepped out of the elevator, out onto the plush carpet and headed towards her room. She turned the corner, lost in thought, when she nearly bumped into someone coming the other way.

“Oh, excuse me,” she stammered, stepping aside.

Adam smiled politely. “No problem at all.”

Her breath caught in her throat. That voice! She looked up at his face and it sparked something deep within her. The flashes in her mind sharpened for a moment: his hands guiding her head, his lips murmuring praises, the heat of his body so close to hers.

Charlotte blinked rapidly, her cheeks flushing.

Adam lingered for a second longer, his gaze meeting hers with a knowing warmth before continuing down the hall.

She stood frozen, her pulse racing, a heat blooming in her chest and spreading through her body. The lingering scent of his cologne followed her as she hurriedly fumbled for her card key and unlocked her door. Slipping inside she closed the door and leant against it, her heart pounding and her legs beginning to wobble.

“Who!... who is he!?” she whispered aloud, her voice trembling.

Charlotte crossed the room in a daze, kicking off her heels and collapsing onto the bed. Her mind spun with fragments of memories; hands caressing her, whispers in her ear, an overwhelming pleasure that left her shaking.

She tried to shake it off, but her body betrayed her, the ache between her thighs growing unbearable. Her fingers trailed absently down her blouse, the fabric feeling electric against her skin. She bit her lip, a quiet moan escaping as she let her thoughts return to the man in the hallway.

An hour later, Charlotte lay sprawled across the bed, her breathing uneven, her body glowing with satisfaction. And yet, as the haze cleared, so did her frustration.

Why did this stranger, this mystery man have such a hold over her? Her thoughts felt so real, but how could they be? Her thoughts drifted back to the spa and the odd relaxation package she had ordered. Something didn’t add up. But as she struggled to piece together the jigsaw of memories, sleep tugged at her. She couldn’t help but smile, a delicious warmth spreading through her and she surrendered to the darkness.