The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Veronica squealed with glee when she found the package at her door. Unlike the past four, she had ordered this one. Early last week Aaron and her had curled up on the couch and gone shopping for new clothing for her. She had wanted to do it sooner, but Aaron, clever man that she was, had insisted that she get professionally fitted and measured so they knew exactly what her size was when they went shopping to make sure they could get the best possible things for her.

It had proven surprisingly enlightening. Veronica’s last fitting had been three sizes off. An unfortunate cost getting her bras fitted at a chain store instead of a professional boutique. Veronica was a bit surprised at how bad the previous store had been, given how well the bras had fit previously, but given that there was no way she had spontaneously grown this late after puberty.

Thankfully, the goth community was well equipped to handle her F cups given how many of the women skewed larger in size. Big Tiddy Goth girls were a thing and Veronica was quite happily among their ranks. She wasn’t quite a big tiddy goth girlfriend yet, but that was only a matter of time. Aaron would pick up on her hints eventually. Especially with all the new clothes she had just gotten.

Shopping had been a breeze. Aaron knew all the sites to visit and was very helpful with what would make Veronica look the best and encourage people to look at her. He had also provided plenty of reference photos of how goth women looked and what he found attractive. She had taken plenty of notes and made bookmarks. And then she had gotten posters from some of the model’s merch marts and printed reference photos of the rest. Those images now decorated her bedroom walls so that the first thing Veronica saw every morning and the last thing she saw every night.

Her dreams had been filled with busty goth women for weeks and Veronica couldn’t have been happier. She dreamed of herself in their places, wearing their clothes, having their massive proportions. It had grown to the point where she had actively considered getting breast augmentation done to make herself truly massive, but Aaron had rightly pointed out that all of the models he found attractive were completely natural looking. No silicone, just hormones and good feeding. Veronica had taken that to mean that he liked her breasts and let the thought of augmentation completely drop from her mind. Leaving all her idle thoughts behind to anticipate the results of her shopping.

It made her giddy, nearly unable to hold the scissors long enough to slice open the packing tape and get to the treasures inside.

First were the heels. All of them were predominantly black, all of them had at least five inches of heel, but the similarities ended there. There were only three heels in this particular box, but more were on their way. The first pair were in the style of combat boots. Thick soles, heavy covering, leather, but with sexy accoutrements. Thick wedge heels, shiny rivets and zippers, and a decidedly contour hugging cut. These had already been slotted as her ‘every day’ heels. Practical enough to for normal at work while still having the sex appeal and deliberately sexual allure she craved as an unabashed exhibitionist.

The second and third pair were the more interesting ones. Platform stilettos, one open-toed with ankle straps and red accents and the other closed and simple. Veronica immediately slipped out of her running shoes and slid into the new closed-toed heels with a sigh of satisfaction. Veronica had never been one for heels before, but she had been hard at work practicing ever since she had ordered these. She had only been able to pick up one pair of three-inch stilettos before today, which while good for practice, had been lacking in the height she craved. Now she intended to spend every waking minute in heels like these until she was as good in them as she was in flats.

Her skills were immediately strained as she leaned forward to pull the next part of her new wardrobe from the box. She wobbled for just a second before finding how to shift her center of mass best to be balanced. It ended with her squatting, heels and knees tight together, her ass well on display. Not there was anyone to look, but she would have to keep this pose in mind for the future. Perhaps break it out in the grocery store to grab something off the bottom shelf when there was someone behind her. She giggled in anticipation and moved back to the box.

Next out of the box were the accessories. Bracelets, necklaces, anklets, and most importantly chokers. So many chokers to go with every occasion. Smiling, she ran her fingers over them, silently wondering which to wear second. First had already been claimed by her improvised bracelet returned to its official role. She had argued with herself about putting it around her neck, thinking it represented a loss, a defeat to the mysterious sender somehow. But Aaron helped her realize she had been being silly. First, it was just a piece of clothing, the only meaning ascribed to it was the one she did. Two, it was a good quality object, not using it was silly. Three, and most importantly, it would definitively draw attention to her. Men went wild for women with something wrapped around their throat. Aaron thought she looked hot wearing it.

It was the first compliment he had paid her directly since she had started this entire journey and changed the choker from ‘something a creep sent me’ to ‘the thing that got Aaron to notice me’ in her mind. She had put it on right after ordering this box and had only taken it off to bathe since.

Happily, she pulled the accessories aside, and pulled the last two objects from the box. The first was a package with several pairs of stockings and fishnets she could wear with heels if she decided she wanted to draw even more attention to her legs. She wouldn’t be wearing them much, given how infrequently leg coverings featured in Aaron’s reference photos. He clearly preferred long stretches of tight and pale skin instead of patterns, so the stockings could be set aside for now. No, the last piece was the most important.

Her first corset.

She had idly noticed the odd corset here and there in the images she had used during her nightly masturbation sessions, but hadn’t put much thought into it until Aaron had pointed out some of the more impossible hourglass figures they could achieve. Veronica had immediately gone and done her research. It wasn’t just the fact that they could lift and her breasts in a way a bra just couldn’t, which was appealing all on its own, but the way they displaced water weight from her core to add a further narrowing effect. She’d have to limit her wearing to a few hours per day and make sure that her core didn’t wither away under the of the trainer, but it would all be worth it to get the hourglass figure that Aaron craved.

That she craved?

A brief moment of discomfort crossed her mind. She was definitely crushing hard on Aaron, wanting something more with him, but she hadn’t conflated his desires for hers before. There was…

Her phone beeped and the thought was banished from her mind. Storm had messaged her.

“Hey! We’re hitting the Foundry tonight. You should come and us!”

Victoria quickly tapped out a response.

“Would love to! I’ve got a bunch of new clothes in the mail today and I want to show off!”

“OMG! Pics!”

Smiling, Veronica took some of the new accessories and stockings to her room. It only took a few moments to throw a whole outfit together, going a bit overboard for her friend. She wasn’t going to be around Aaron, so she decided to give some stockings a try. The fishnets combined with her closed-toe heels and a brief leather miniskirt made her legs go from ‘good’ to ‘enticing and seductive’ instantly. The crop top was short enough to show off her toned stomach and the thong strings along her hips, but also had a hint of silver that matched the studded wristbands and choker she had chosen.

She struck a pose, gave a smile, snapped the selfie, and then sent it to Storm. On a whim, she also sent a copy to Aaron with the caption. “First box came today!”

Storm responded with unending praise and compliments of Veronica’s sexiness, but Aaron’s response was the one she was waiting for. He didn’t fail her.

“Damn, you look hot! That photo is way better than anything Dani posts to Instant! Or her StarSponsor!”

She smiled and sent him a heart back, but the last line stuck with her. Dani Divinity was the hottest goth model. Saying Veronica was hotter was a very promising compliment. But StarSponsor? Veronica wasn’t aware that Dani even had a StarSponsor . Curious, went over to her laptop, idly noting how the new heels required her to really roll her hips and strut more than walk to make it anywhere. To say she approved of the enforced sexiness would be an understatement, but it wouldn’t do to get distracted. Instead of teasing herself she opened her computer up and with a few quick clicks, she navigated to Dani’s site and found the StarSponsor link.

It was pay locked, but Veronica was more than willing to give Dani some money for the chance to see more photos from her. Dani was one of Aaron’s favorites, which meant she was one of the ones Veronica worked the hardest to emulate. More photos would just make that easier.

Veronica’s breath caught as the full site loaded before her. There were a lot of pictures here. All of them hot. But what caught her attention more was the subscriber count. It was well over three thousand. Relatively small in the grand scheme of things, but even if each of them were paying the same base level fee she was, that translated easily to 15K a month or 180K a year. Minus taxes and fees of course, but still way more than she made each year for her lab job, even as a manager. Plus, that was only for one website. There were dozens of sites like this. Each of them possible revenue streams. There would have to be some diminishing returns, but…

She bit her lips in excitement. But all of those people, looking at her. And getting paid for it? Fuck, that was hot. And it would give her not only more money but an excuse to keep buying sexy clothing like she had been. New outfits to keep the viewership engaged.

It’d be a fine line to walk, making sure she didn’t violate the Lab’s morals cause, but Veronica was sure she could walk that line. But that was a thought for another time. Tonight she was expected at the club, where the people there would see her.

The Foundry wasn’t too far from her apartment, but certainly far enough that Veronica took a cab instead of walking. Maybe some day she’d have the stamina to go a few miles in heels on foot, but that day wasn’t today. She spent the trip bouncing between doing some research and twisting and posing in such a way to give the cabbie a show. She clearly had done a good job because by the time they had reached the Foundry, he didn’t even to ask for her fare. She slipped a ten anyways because she had enjoyed being ogled that much and it didn’t seem fair to not pay a man for such diligent service.

The line went around the block, but Storm waved Veronica to a side door and they were let in without a pause by a second bouncer. Immediately, the hot club air and sultry industrial beats swept around Veronica, giving her a heady brew that left her ecstatic and excited for the night ahead. Storm wasted no time pulling her out onto the dance floor, where they immediately started grinding and occasionally moshing to the beat.

It was, without a doubt, the best club Veronica had ever been to. Not only did she dig the vibe, everyone was just as goth-chic as she was, but everyone was so polite. She got ogled, started at, and occasionally eye-fucked, but the hands stayed away and everyone who approached her were polite and affable. They took ‘no’ well, better than she thought anyone could. She suspected the fact she was here with Storm and they were dancing very closely was some part of it, but regardless, she didn’t care. She danced and danced and danced. And when she couldn’t dance any more, she found a couch to collapse onto.

It wasn’t exhaustion that did her in, it was how mind-blasting absolutely consumingly horny she was. So many hot goth women that she wanted. To be or to be with wasn’t really clear, but it didn’t matter at this moment. Not with how many eyes had been on her and Storm since she had arrived. She had turned down several offers while she had been dancing with Storm, but at this point she was wound up enough that she’d say ‘yes’ to anyone. And then fuck them right here on the couch. Someone was making an approach right now in fact, and Veronica quivered in anticipation. She was hot: tight leather skirt and a low-cut black-leather crop top, thigh-high platform stiletto boots, with skin and hair white as paper contrasting sharply against the curves. A bit less endowed than the women Veronica had spent the past few months idolizing, but still definitively goth and thus definitively hot. Veronica moved what little she could to put herself better on display for the approaching person.

That someone turned out to be Storm who collapsed onto the seat next to her, drinks in hand. Storm ed Veronica a drink, which she carefully took in both hands lest it spill. She took a sip, relishing in how it kicked and burned on the way down. Fuck, that just made her wetter.

“How are you?” Storm half-yelled.

“Horny,” Veronica honestly replied.

Storm spat a little bit of her drink out at that. ‘Oops,’ Veronica thought without any real shame. It should’ve been patently obvious given how her top had two tents poking from it, but it was a bit tactless. Not that she really could have managed anything resembling tact right now.

Storm recovered quickly enough. “Wanna do something about that?” she asked, her smile turned predatory.

“Fuck yes”

Slowly, painfully so, Storm reached forward, placing her hand gently on the back of Veronica’s head. When Veronica didn’t stop her, Storm tugged slightly and Veronica fell into her lips first. Their lips mushed and parted before reing in something more graceful but no less heated. Veronica’s hands crept forward, tracing Storm’s figure and she slid forward, straddling Storm’s lap. Needily, she began to grind, working herself even higher. Her attempt was cut short by a sharp tug at her hair and a guttural moan that poured from her lips.

“FUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

“Someone’s eager,” Storm said in chastisement. “But that’s a bit much for the club floor.”

“Don’t care,” Veronica managed between gasps, “Don’t stop.”

Understanding crossed Storm’s eyes before she abruptly stood, pulling Veronica to her feet by the hair and pulling another moan from Veronica’s lips. Storm tucked her arm underneath Veronica and half-carried, half-directed them.

“This way,” Storm said.

Veronica couldn’t see, let alone walk straight, but she obligingly went wherever Storm was taking her.

The door led outside and then to a cab after that. They had barely given directions to the poor driver before Storm slid her hand up Veronica’s skirt and two fingers directly into her needy box while simultaneously pulling back on Veronica’s hair. There was a brief moment of concern that the cabby was likely watching them, but then Veronica decided that them watching just made everything hotter and she pushed it aside.

Her first orgasm was nearly instant, but then Storm’s teeth sunk into Veronica’s neck and the next one started rolling right after.

“Fuck,” Storm murmured approvingly, “You really were wound up.”

“Don’t stop,” Veronica pleaded. “Please.”

“Greedy,” Storm said in chastisement, but then her fingers started moving again and Veronica lost track of everything.

She was only vaguely aware of leaving the cab and being pulled into an apartment, but Storm threw her onto a bed, everything came into crystal clear focus.

Storm had sat upon the bed, legs spread wide and dress hiked up. Apparently, Veronica wasn’t the only one who had been eager.

“It’s time for you to pay me back,” Storm commanded. “Time to get to work.”

Veronica paused, uncertain. She had certainly spent many hours getting herself off, but coming at it from this angle was… new.

Thankfully, Storm understood her hesitation. A hand grabbed Veronica’s scalp and dragged her forward, putting her face to face with Storm’s snatch and flooding Veronica’s nose with Storm’s heady scent.

“Start moving your tongue,” she gently coached, “Trace letters. When you find the letter that makes me moan…”

Veronica nodded and buried her face, eager to please. Storm’s hand squeezed her hair again, and pulled her even deeper.

Somehow, this felt even better to Veronica than being fingered. There was something cathartic about knowing exactly what to do and just committing to it as fervently as she could. Every twitch that Storm made, every gasp of pleasure brought Veronica pleasure in an almost equal amount.

It just felt better… serving. Giving to others. That was part of why she loved it when people looked at her. Yes, it gave her a thrill, but that almost felt like a reward in itself. She gave her body, how it looked, kept it fit and wrapped it to be put on a display, giving it to others and was paid with the sexual thrill she got from being watched.

And, it seemed she could just as easily get that pleasure serving someone. Anyone really. But Storm was here. She was having sex with Storm. Serving Storm. And slowly, as she traced her way through the alphabet, it turned from ‘she could serve anyone’ to ‘she desperately wanted to serve Storm’. Part of it was attraction and the mind-numbing bliss she felt and getting to eat Storm out, but it was also thankfulness. Storm had been the person to help her realize this about herself. Storm had given Veronica this revelation, this life-altering important revelation. This new core facet of Veronica’s identity. It was the greatest gift, one Veronica would happily spend the rest of her life trying to repay. Lavishing attention and service and whatever Storm wanted upon her for the rest of Veronica’s days.

And by the time Veronica reached X, she had completely forgotten about ever feeling any other way about anyone else ever. Her crush on Aaron, her memories of exes, all gone. Subsumed entirely by her love of Storm.

Happily, she licked away, bringing Storm to orgasm after orgasm, content to be used until she received an order to change.