The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Kelly Dorgan shuddered as the she walked through the blowing snow and harsh winds. The weather was awful. Even worse, it had not been like that for most of the weekend.

In fact, Kelly’s three-day weekend had been wonderful. You see, Kelly was a community college student—she was studying emergency telecommunications—and had finished all her work for this term early. A few of her friends were also free. That had allowed them all to book a weekend getaway in a resort town no farther two hours from where each of them lived. One of her male friends, Doug Glassbeck, owned a timeshare there. The timeshare included a luxurious cabin that could accommodate five people.

For someone who didn’t get out much a visit to such a place was irresistible. She ate at new restaurants, went tubing with her friends, got the high score at pinball and the local arcade, spent some quiet time with one of her guy friends who she hoped would become her boyfriend and more. It was true bliss.

That said, she still couldn’t shake how cold it could be outside the resort. Nor could she forget how much she had encountered her pet peeve: people suggesting she wear tights to keep her legs warm when she brought up how cold it was.

The only thing that annoyed Kelly more than tights in general was when she wore tights herself. They were always a hassle to get on, difficult to move around it and heaven help her if she accidentally rubbed up against a hard surface or menstruated while in them. That’s why whenever she wore a pantsuit or blazer if she ever had to dress up for work or a function. She’d only wear them if she absolutely had to.

Now, it’s worth noting that Kelly was beautiful no matter what she wore. She had recently turned 22. She was tall, with her short black hair done in a bob haircut. She had long legs, piercing green eyes, a radiant, youthful face, and lush, fleshy lips. She was currently dressed for the weather wearing a black faux fur-lined windbreaker over a green sweatshirt, blue jeans, warm socks, and high brown leather boots. She also wore a pair of black leather gloves.

Of course, Kelly wasn’t paying attention to what she was wearing, she was making her way to the local gas station. She must have underestimated how much gas she would use or had forgotten to fill up earlier. She cursed herself for this, but then realized there was no use staying mad over it. The wind howled bestially as Kelly finally entered the gas station. A bell signaled her arrival.

2.

The gas station itself was rather unremarkable, there were the racks of magazines, various drinks,

chocolate bars, and processed foods on display and a counter with what Kelly guessed was an aging station attendant. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, balding with hear that was beginning to gray. He also had a weatherworn face and rimmed eyeglasses. He was wearing a red and black checkered hunting jacket. “Hello Ma’am,” he politely greeted. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I need some gas,” she explained. “My car is at pump number two.”

“I see,” the man said. “I am going to need some ID. Then I will release the gas from the pump your care is hooked up to. Once it’s full, pay the price listed and your ID will be returned to you.”

“I see,” Kelly said, handing him her driver’s license. “Here you go.”

“Thank you very much,” the attendant said.

The attendant then went over to a control pressed a few buttons and her gas tank began to fill. When it was full, the attendant pressed another button and the gasoline stopped flowing. Kelly then paid for the gas with her credit card.

“Thank you, Miss Dorgan,” he said as he gave her back her driver’s license.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Please call me Kelly, Mr.…”

“Dotson, Harvey Dotson,” he said as he extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Kelly replied, returning the handshake. “Well, I’ve got to get going. I have an hour’s drive home, and I want to do so before it gets even colder.”

“I know what you mean,” Harvey said empathetically. “Going out there is like walking into a refrigerator. Maybe next time you should wear tights to keep warm.”

“No thanks,” Kelly said groaning inwardly—it seems that everywhere she went a conversation about tights would follow. “Have a nice day,” she uttered, her voice tense.

“Same to you,” Harvey responded as Kelly walked out of the station. She trudged back to her car, got in and turned on the ignition (along with the heater). Then she heard a noise.

Before she could investigate, however, a pair of hands grabbed her by the back of her neck and pressed that body part’s muscles. Thirty seconds later Kelly was rendered unconscious.

3.

Kelly woke up in a daze. She didn’t know where she was or how long it had been since she was attacked. A bright light turned on. She looked around, trying to get a sense of her surroundings. It took like a dark, dank chamber. Moreover, she was lying down on what felt like a table and kept in place by metal restraint. The table was on its side, so it looked like Kelly was standing up.

This also allowed Kelly to see something creepy: apparently, whoever attacked her had undressed her in her sleep and changed her into a different outfit. It looked like a green blouse black skirt and—to her horror—grey tights and black leather ballet shoes. He didn’t know who had brought her here, but when she got out, she’d make sure they’d be hearing from the police.

Kelly continued to stew in her anger. That anger turned to confusion, however, when she heard what she thought was a switch turn on and a spiral pattern appear before her. Then she heard a high-pitched, disorienting, whirring sound. Compared to that the spiral was inviting because it distracted her from the sound. Its pattern was pretty soothing, as it went back and forth and in and out. Indeed, it would be better for her eyes and ears if she just put the noise out of her mind and looked at the spiral. She should just let the spiral entrance her

After a while—to Kelly’s now fogged mind it could have been minutes, hours, or days later,—the spiral shut off and the whirring sound ceased. Then a man appeared from the shadows. He was tall, and thin, with curly read hair, beady brown eyes, freckles and an evil grin on his face. He was wearing blue jeans, a black sweatshirt over a white t-shirt, and sneakers.

He was Kevin Culp, the twenty-year-old son of the director of the timeshare Kelly and her friends. He had been able to use his acumen to track Kelly down and follow her to her location with neither her, nor any of her friends knowing. He also knew the exact part of her neck to press to render her unconscious. He smiled looking at Kelly’s glazed eyes and empty expression. Looks like he caught another one, perhaps his best yet.

You see, Kevin was a child prodigy who was skilled in robotics, science, and psychology. He had been able to use the former two change Kelly’s outfit and bind her and the latter to control her mind. The spiral had put her in a trance and the whirring sound kept filling her mind with commands of lust towards—and obedience to—him. It also—you guessed it—programed her to love wearing tights and the look of tights on other women. Now she would be completely his for the taking—in more ways than one.

“Kelly,” Kevin commanded. “You love tights, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master Kevin,” Kelly said in a robotic monotone-following part of Kevin’s programming. “I love tights.”

“They keep you nice and warm and go great with skirts and dresses. They make you feel calm cool and collected. Most of all they make you feel relaxed and comfortable. Say it, Kelly,”

“Tights…go great with…skirts and dresses…, Make me feel calm, cool, and collected…relaxed…and comfortable.”

“Since I put the tights on you, I am the one you who made you feel this good. It is only by obeying my every command that you can to continue to feel this good. Do you want to continue to feel this good Kelly?”

“Yes…want to continue…feel this good,” Kelly slurred affirmatively.

“Then you must do whatever I say. Right, Kelly?”

“Must…do…whatever…you say,” Kelly parroted choppily.

“Very good,” Kevin said. He went to the camber’s wall and released Kelly from her restraints. She was now standing up. “Alright, Kelly,” he quipped. “It’s tights time.”

4.

What a time it was. This “tights time” involved Kelly trying on different dresses skirts and tights that Kevin had purchased for this occasion. Kevin had her wear black tights under a navy-blue dress, navy blue tights under an orange pinafore dress—and his personal favourite—a little black dress and black tights and the leather boots she was wearing earlier.

Kevin also took the time to run his hands down Kelly’s hosed legs, lift her skirt and squeeze her butt and even have Kelly masturbate through several different pairs of tights. Now it was time for the finale.

“Kelly,” Kevin commanded. “When I snap my fingers, you will strip of all your clothes. When you are finished, you will make love to me with all the ion you can manage. Understood?”

“Understood, Master Kevin,” Kelly replied as Kevin snapped his fingers.

Kelly began to disrobe, dancing to a music that only existed in her mind. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped the back of her dress letting it fall to the floor revealing a black bra. It was soon removed too, revealing Kelly’s small but cute breasts. She was about to slide off her tights.

“Leave on the tights, please,” Kevin said.

“Yes, Master Kevin,” Kelly said obediently.

“Now come and make love to me,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master Kevin,” she said. Kevin directed her to a bed. In the middle of the chamber Kelly ran toward and slid under its covers. Kevin followed suit. He then pulled Kelly into him and kissed her on the lips, eliciting a gasp from her. Then he began to kiss down her neck until he reached her breasts.

He inundated each mammary with kisses. Granted, there wasn’t much of an area to kiss as Kelly was not well-endowed, but it didn’t matter to Kevin. Who was thoroughly enjoying himself. Kelly was too, the sexual pleasure the only sensation her fogged mind could currently feel.

Kevin went at it for a few more minutes before he reached the motherlode: Kelly’s midsection.

“Kelly,” Kevin ordered. “I am now going to rip a hole in your crotch so I can fuck you properly. Though you now love tights, you will not try to stop me. In fact, you will like it when I do this because it means that you have pleased your master and you will soon experience the most sexual pleasure you have ever had. Understood?”

“Understood, Master Kevin,” Kelly said, a little winded.

With those words, Kevin used his hands to rip a small hole in the crotch of her tights. He then used his fingers to widen the hole, bit by bit, until he was confident, he could penetrate her. Then he got on top of her and went to work.

“Repeat your mantra,” he told Kelly as he inserted his penis into her vagina.

“Yes, Master Kevin,” Kelly said. “Tights are wonderful. They go great with my dresses and keep me warm. Tights are wonderful. They go great with my dresses and keep me warm. Tights are wonderful. They go great with my dresses and keep me warm.”

As Kelly was mindlessly chanting, Kevin was furiously thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with breakneck speed. He loved the occasional his member made with Kelly’s hosiery. He was on cloud nine with pleasure. Kelly was over the moon with hers.

Soon, Kevin couldn’t hold it in anymore and climaxed, shooting a large wad of semen into her. “Tights are wonderful. They go great with my dresses and keep me warm!!!” Kelly cried out one final time as their sexual encounter concluded.

5.

It was half an hour later and Kelly was once again restrained on the table. It was time for Kevin to enter the final phase of his encounter with Kelly.

Well, it would be final for her—but a first for him. Kelly was going to be his first murder victim. Yes, that’s right. The thrill of kidnapping, hypnotizing, and fucking woman was waning and now he wanted to go to the next level. He wanted to kill. He commanded Kelly to stay still as a statute and not speak a word.

“Alright Kelly,” he growled. “It’s time for you to die!” Then, he took out a long hunting knife ready to slaughter. Rushing over to his catatonic captive he stabbed her with all his might.

Or he would have stabbed her with all his might if three bullets hadn’t just entered his torso. He groaned loudly, then fell face first on the floor of his own chamber. Its door swung open and a figure appeared. It was Harvey Dotson.

“You’ve stroked your last leg, young man,” he quipped as he walked into the room and saw Kelly constricted across from him.

How ironic, the misfortune of her cellphone falling on the ground outside the gas station had allowed him to witness Kelly’s abduction and track her down to Kevin’s horrific hideout using a tracking device that Kevin had used to track Kelly—talk about being hoist with your own petard.

Dotson carried a legally licensed firearm. It was mostly for hunting, but it sure came in handy when he had to protect himself and others—the situation before him was a case in point.

How, some may ask did Harvey gain entrance into Kevin’s Chamber? Very simple: an evil genius who put hours of work and skill into abducting and controlling women, had somehow forgot to lock his lair’s front door. He called the police and gave him his location. They said they’d be there in about 20 minutes.

He looked at Kelly, still paralyzed from Kevin’s hypnotic commands. He realized he couldn’t have Kelly like this when the police arrived. Therefore, he ran around the chamber until he found a supercomputer. With a little searching he found the buttons that Kevin used to brainwash and enter commands to his captives. He would use it on Kelly, but unlike with Kevin, he was going to use it so Kelly’s tights tale would have a happy ending.

5.

Kelly sighed with relief as she finally arrived home. It was a few days after her abduction and attempt on her life by that creep Kevin Culp. Thank God, Harvey the gas station attendant had found her, and shot Kevin dead right before he was going to kill her. The two ultimately gave statements to the police and Kevin’s killing was ruled a justifiable homicide. Dotson was able to drive her back to the gas station and provide some money and provisions that would allow her to get home safely.

He had also given her his phone number, address, and email. She thought of turning him down but reconsidered. He had saved her life after all. Moreover, it might be interesting to have a relationship with an older, more mature man.

Kelly had also received something else: an extra durable pair of navy-blue tights. She’d thought about it and after getting some advice from Harvey she decided to give these tights a chance. She paired it with a cute long-sleeved purple dress she was wearing when Harvey had saved her.

As she got out of her car and prepared to enter her home she smiled. The snow and wind did not bother her. It seems that Harvey and Kelly’s own friends were correct: tights did go great with her dresses and kept her legs warm (or at least warmer) in the winter.