The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Aaron knocked on Veronica’s door, small smile on his face.

“Hiya,” he said, letting himself in

Veronica gave him a terse smile. It had been perfectly acceptable for him to drop in like this when they had been hanging out so regularly, but now that Veronica had gotten some distance she found it… rude.

To be honest, Aaron as a whole had started to grate on her. His constant talk of music had been sweet once, but now that she and Storm were dating, it seemed painfully narrow. His presumptions about how friendly they could be at work was to be quite honest, insubordinate. To be honest, she only had herself to blame for that. She had previously had a crush on one of her subordinates, something wholly inappropriate, and had allowed him some liberties that she really shouldn’t have. Now that she had grown out of that petty infatuation she had to deal with those consequences.

Veronica contemplated how best to delicately handle the situation, out of respect for the friendship that she and Aaron had since…

Since?

Huh, she couldn’t quite when they became friends. Her gut said it was forever ago, but that didn’t even feel right. If she thought, really thought about it, they had only started talking a few months ago. A bit after her first package now that she really thought about it. It had been over… music? Because of course it was.

While she had considered that, Aaron had helped himself to the chair across from her.

“Didja get in trouble?” he said with a small smile.

“Excuse me?”

“Your, uh clothes, haven’t seen you in something this tame in months, normally there’s a bit more skin.”

That tore it. Veronica closed her laptop and gave Aaron her full attention.

“Mr. Martin,” she said in her best impression of Storm’s commanding voice. “While I appreciate the concern, that type of comment isn’t appropriate at the workplace.”

Surprise and confusion swept across Aaron’s face, but before he could rally and respond, Veronica continued on.

“I still consider you a friend,” -Ish, she mentally added. “But we need to keep talk like that outside of the workplace.”

The entire affair felt weird. Vikki didn’t have a single authoritative bone in her body and as much as Veronica pretended they were different people, it was only playacting. Being the boss was very alien to the woman Vikki, and Veronica, had become.

So, she immediately moved to soften the chastisement. She gave Aaron a small smile, to show they were still friendly, and lowered her voice into something conspiratorial. “Imagine what would happen if John came by and heard you say that? I’d never hear the end of it.”

Aaron still had some confusion on his face, but he managed an understanding nod. “Yeah,” he slowly said, “Yeah, that makes sense. I’ll keep it formal at work.”

“Thank you,” Veronica warmly said, genuinely glad at how everything had turned out. “I knew you’d get it.”

“Yep, yep,” Aaron said, standing and scrambling towards the door. “I’ll uh, talk to you later?”

Veronica gave another small smile and a non-committal nod. Aaron took the hint and left her to her work. Once he was gone she gave a small sigh and let herself sit for a few moments before opening her laptop again and getting back to work.

Veronica lost herself completely in her work, her focus narrowing on it to the point she lost all track of time. In fact, she was so absorbed, she jumped when there was a knock at her door.

Aaron was there with a pair of cups in hand.

“I know we’re supposed to be professional at work, but since it’s after five, I thought it might be safe to talk?”

Veronica glanced at the clock and saw it was, in fact, 5:07. She had a few minutes before she had to leave and get home. There wasn’t a stream tonight and Storm was going to be working at the studio late tonight, so dinner wouldn’t need to be started until seven at the earliest. Plus, ever since she and Storm had started dating, the constant horniness had… well not abated, given how much they fucked, but certainly become less problematic to her professional life. She hadn’t felt the urge to sprint out of the office and stuff herself in months.

With a sigh, Veronica closed her laptop and gave Aaron a small smile.

“Day just got away from me,” she confessed.

“I could tell,” he said, offering a cup. “I wanted to apologize.”

It was coffee, and warm from the looks of it. He probably had put a fresh pot on just to bring it to her. Veronica didn’t typically drink coffee this late in the evening, but she took the cup as the gesture of good will it was. He gave her a small smile and took a sip of his own cup before motioning to the seat. She nodded and took a sip of her cup to show appreciation for taking their earlier conversation to heart.

“Thanks,” Aaron said with a slightly sheepish smile. “I get it imported from Colombia direct. Got a fresh package Monday and couldn’t think of a better way to say sorry before you left for the day.”

Veronica offered the warmest smile she could and took another sip. “It’s good,” she offered, trying to show him that she was willing to fix things. She considered her words for a moment before ultimately settling on asking the question she couldn’t figure out on her own. “What happened? You’ve never been so… whatever it was at work.”

“It’s just…” he said, clearly nervous, “Well, I haven’t seen you in weeks. Months even. We were hanging out nearly every evening after work, texting regularly, and then one night it just… stopped.”

Veronica felt a twinge of guilt and let discomfort show on her face. She hadn’t even considered that with how wrapped up with Storm she had been. Storm was Vikki’s world, but Veronica was supposed to have a world outside of that. It was hard when all she wanted to do was be Vikki every day all day, but she had her directive and would do her best.

“Yeah, well that was… my fault,” she confessed.

“So, it wasn’t something I did?”

“No,” Veronica quickly responded, “No, no, no. You didn’t do anything. I just… met someone.”

“You met someone?” Aaron asked incredulously. “What’s his name?”

“Her,” Veronica firmly corrected. “And her name is Storm.”

It was somewhere between comical and offensive how much his eyes bugged out at simple confession.

“I didn’t…” he said slowly, “You never…”

“It never came up,” Veronica said with a shrug. “And, if I’m being fully honest, it was something of a surprise to me too. I had never really thought about it until that night we talked about models. Dani Divinity and them all? There was just… something about looking at those images that did something for me.”

It was weird, even after all this time, how easily it was to talk to Aaron. He was just… someone she could trust and confide in. The thought was odd, much like her compulsion to buy clothes, but she set it aside and took another sip of coffee.

“Huh, I’m surprised,” Aaron said, his tone thoughtful. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it, it’s just the way you talked about those models, it sounded like you wanted to be them, not be with them.”

Veronica shrugged again, “I don’t think I fully understood it at the time. Honestly, now that I think about it, your ion, your attraction to them helped me realize mine.”

“Hrmmm,” Aaron said, taking another sip. Veronica smiled and took another sip of her own, mirroring him reflexively.

“And this Storm,” he asked between sips. “Does she call you ‘Vikki’?”

Veronica sipped again and nodded. “Yeah, she does.” She took another sip and then paused. She had never talked about that name with Aaron before and as far as she knew her Streaming hadn’t been picked up by anyone at the office. It was a small miracle that it hadn’t but she didn’t question it. But for Aaron to just blatantly ask about it was weird.

“How did you know that name?” her voice edging defensive.

“Oh,” Aaron said quickly, too quickly, “Just a guess.”

“Why?” Veronica asked, concern starting to build in the back of her mind. “It’s not… not a common nickname for Veronica.”

Aaron shrugged, but his smile said something different. There was something… wrong with this. And there was something wrong with her. She felt tired. Woozy.

“Wha… what ha…”

“Oh, be quiet Vikki,” Aaron sharply commanded, “Stop talking and finish your drink.”

“Yes sir,” Vikki quietly murmured before taking the coffee and chugging it down. She didn’t anything after that.

When Veronica came to, she was met by a spread of beautiful goth models sprawled across the ceiling and the soft tones of Chemical Love playing. Her bed. She was in her bed. She hadn’t slept in this bed in… weeks? Months? It felt weird being back here. Her thoughts were floaty as she struggled to figure out how she got home.

She had been talking to Aaron and then… she had fallen asleep. Oh, he must’ve drugged her. That was what had to have happened. But somehow, there was no way she could be angry at him for that. If Aaron had drugged her, it had to have been for a good reason. She couldn’t figure out what it was, but she believed that with absolute conviction. Why she believed it was curious, but when she tried to think about it her brain just… wouldn’t. Instead, they fell into very vivid and exceedingly lurid images of fucking Storm or Aaron. And once those started well, Veronica wasn’t worried any more. She was horny. Her legs squeezed together and sighs escaped her lips.

What had she been thinking about? It must’ve not been important. Instead, Veronica swung her legs to the edge of the bed and sat up. Waiting for her on her bedside table was a note and a glass of water.

“Vikki,” the note read, “when you wake up, drink this entire glass of water and then get dressed in the outfit I laid out for you, including accessories and appropriate makeup. Once you’ve done all that, turn the stereo off and then come out to the living room.”

Vikki dutifully did just that. The glass was a tall one, filled to the brim, but she took the entire glass in hand and drank it all in one go. Only then did she go to step out of bed. There were platform heels by the bedside, strappy stilettos that were at least two inches tall in the platform and seven in the heel, that she stepped into on reflex for the brief walk across the room to her vanity where the outfit was. It should have been difficult, but memories of hours of practice came to mind and by the time she reached the vanity, she was back to confidently strutting with every ounce of sexuality she could pour into every step. Walking was so... e. She was parading, presenting, enjoying her hips swinging like a clock.

And she paraded her way to the vanity where a fresh package was waiting for her. Like all the others, this one was addressed to ‘Vikki’ but unlike the rest, the return address had a name and a local return address. Aaron. Aaron had been sending her these life altering pieces and she found it simultaneously sweet and horrifying. And then she thought about it for a moment and wondered how she could have ever considered being sent clothes horrifying. She couldn’t for the life of her figure it out. So instead Vikki went to dress.

The g-string went on first, with her delicately and deliberately pulling it as high as it could so that the string was between her lower lips and the bands were high on her hips. The bands tweaked her labia piercings uncomfortably, but she didn’t couldn’t even consider readjusting. Instead, on reflex, she started to hum along to the music and as she did, the discomfort became pain and the pain became pleasure. And just like that the g-string was turning her on.

Happily she continued to hum as picked up the next piece. A self-lacing underbust corset. It took her a bit to get it all set up right. She had done a lot of research into corsets and waist training, but never had actually started wearing them. She had met Storm before that and Mistress had never expressed any interest in her dressing in such a manner. A corset would have covered Vikki’s navel piercing, so it hadn’t been considered. But it had been left out for her, so it went on. The laces pulled her waist in tight, and ratcheted her arousal higher as the boning began to squeeze her into an hourglass shape. She was careful not to overtighten, especially not this soon into the process, but was oh so very tempting for her to overdose on the delicious pain right at her finger tips. Instead, she adjusted the built-in shelf bra and settled her breasts into the shaping forms, turning her breasts from large teardrops to nearly perfect hemispheres. If it wasn’t for how they jiggled with every breath and step Vikki took, you might’ve thought them fake.

The final piece was a pleated black leather miniskirt that had mesh windows along her hips. It also was so short that it left the bottom of her ass and the entirety of her tortured and needy pussy on display. It also rode up whenever she slightly bent or moved, meaning that any attempt to sit would leave her bare bottom on the seat. The thought of being seen like this made her squirm in anticipation, in need, that she wanted to finger herself right then and there.

But she couldn’t even make a twitch in that direction. The letter, and its commands, burned in her mind and instead of even attempting to get herself off, she sat in front of the vanity and did herself up. Midnight black lipstick and sealer so that it wouldn’t and couldn’t smear, smokey eyeshadow and heavy black eyeliner wings, making her eyes pop and highlighting how pale her skin was. A bit of blush to sharpen her cheekbones and emphasize her paleness all capped off with a teased bombshell hair style and some delicate eyebrow shaping. She was dimly aware that she hadn’t been explicitly told what her make up and hair was supposed to be like, but the relief at knowing combined with the persistent and building horniness from her outfit, being on display, the pain… everything really pushed her well past the point of concern and into focusing on her task so she could relieve this consuming pressure.

Her mind barely ed the details. Ankle and wrist cuffs were slid on and tightened, padlocks were added clasping them in place with no knowledge or care where keys might be. An egg vibrator, already buzzing, was slid into place teasing her even more without even a thought of how it might make things worse for her. Nipple piercings replaced with rings. And finally, a chain connecting her wrists together and behind her back. By the time Vikki had managed to focus enough to question if any of that was a good idea, she had already turned the stereo off and was already walking towards the living room.

It was Aaron’s approving murmur that finally brought her rational mind to the surface just long enough to realize exactly how weird this was, how concerned she should probably be. Those thoughts were immediately discarded for the need she had. The need to hurt, to serve, to be seen. To be fucked. And with Aaron as the only person nearby, all of that need projected onto him. He was seated at the table, but with her hands bound behind her back, Vikki had no hope of managing a chair. Instead she kneeled before him and the words spilled from her mouth unthinking.

“Please,” she begged, “Please…” She wasn’t sure exactly what she was asking for, but she didn’t really care as long as she got it.

“Oh, you can’t imagine how happy I am to hear that. Good girl,” he said, patting her gently on the head. “Good girl.”

Vikki seized as a small ripple of pleasure rippled through her. It didn’t relieve her pressure, but it felt good enough she could almost forget how tortured she was.

“I was so worried,” Aaron confessed, taking a glass of water from the table and putting the straw to Vikki’s mouth. “That I wouldn’t be unable to undo the imprinting process. That all of this work had been for naught. Thankfully, there was enough foundational work to prime you again. Drink”

Vikki did so dutifully, wrapping her lips around the straw and sucking everything down. She made a point of sucking her cheeks in as much as she could, pursing her lips to suggest that she’d suck on anything. And when she was done, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing that she had swallowed it all. It wasn’t something she had ever done before but it just felt right. Aaron rewarded her with a smile and then stuffed a thumb in her mouth as she cupped her jaw. Her lips closed reflexively and she started to suck and tongue the thumb like it was one of the dildos she had spent so many hours practicing on. And as she did, she looked Aaron right in the eyes, trying to beg and entice him into giving her more.

“It’s really my fault,” Aaron continued. Vikki gave his words as much attention as she could spare while fellating his thumb, hoping that his words might give her some idea of how to please him.

“The fixation I gave you with goth women was only supposed to direct towards making them your idols, your goals. I guess when combined with all the chemicals I put in your water and the subliminals turned the idealization into lust.” He paused and gave her a smirk, “Or maybe you were just a bit repressed and I helped you discover that about yourself.”

Vikki’s mind reeled at the implications, at what had been done to her, and anger and fear started to well inside her. And then Aaron reached forward and gave her nipple ring a small pull and pleasure rippled through her body. Angry? At Aaron. She couldn’t be. He only had her best interests at heart. If he had changed her, as he had claimed he did, it only could be for the better. And unlike before, these thoughts didn’t seem odd at all. They seemed natural, perfectly authentic to who she was. She was a big tiddy goth girlfriend, she had always been. Aaron had just pulled it to the surface.

Plus, she privately itted to herself, squirming a bit, the idea of being changed for someone else was kinda hot. Okay, really hot. She redoubled her efforts to get Aaron to go further, sucking on his thumb harder and giving him the most pronounced bedroom eyes she could.

“Wow, I knew it had done a number on you, but watching it in action is really something else. I knew one of the suggestions was that you implicitly trusted me, but it’s more than that, isn’t it? You trust me completely, more than you trust yourself. I could tell you anything, couldn’t I? And you’d not only be okay with it, you’d whole-heartedly embrace it. And probably get off on it.”

Vikki could only nod. It was true after all. And even if it hadn’t been, hearing Aaron say it now would’ve made it so. She almost felt Aaron’s words crawling through her brain and carving their truths into her mind. It might’ve just been the drugs or perhaps the mind-fogging arousal, but she didn’t care. Couldn’t. She just focused on sucking the thumb as best she could and becoming the best Vikki that Aaron could think of her to be.

Aaron’s face twisted into a nasty smirk. No not nasty. A sexy conspiratorial smirk. Vikki was ecstatic to hear whatever secrets he deigned to share with her. “I added a chemical cocktail into your water filter. For the past year you’ve been getting regular and heavy infusions of chemicals that have tricked your endocrine system into thinking that you’re still a teen in puberty. I had to complement it with some inhibitors to prevent some of the more undesirable changes, but I think the results speak for themselves. Wider hips, longer hair, and enough hormonal imbalance that inducing behavior changes were easier. And your breasts, ugghh, beautiful. Large enough to smother someone with and sensitive too.”

He leaned back, and undid his belt with his free hand, his dick was already mostly hard and easily a foot long. Vikki made mewling sounds of need at the site, but didn’t dare stop her work with the thumb or breaking eye with Aaron.

“We’re not done yet,” he said, idly taking his dick in hand and stroking it. “I wanted a big tiddy goth g.f. and while you’re perfectly large now, I want more.” He paused and his face turned calculating. Vikki perked up, ready for whatever came next.

“You,” he enunciated, pausing to gather his breath. “You want more. You want to do whatever it takes to naturally grow your breasts until I’m satisfied. You’ll do everything you can to help the process proceed smoothly, you’ll do research into ways to help and bring me anything promising. You won’t do anything without my say so, of course, but you’ll eagerly do whatever I agree to. And because you’re such an exhibitionist, you’ll make sure that they stay visually perfect the entire time. You’ll apply creams and whatever else it takes to prevent them from stretching.”

VIkki moaned and twitched, feeling Aaron’s decree sink into her mind. Memories of considering breast augmentation, reduction in her youth and enhancement a few months back, were looked upon with disgust and disbelief that she had ever even considered those surgeries. And the knowledge, the fact she was consciously aware of being changed.

She couldn’t take it any more, she came all over the floor, kneeling in front of her coworker while sucking on his thumb. And when that orgasm subsided, she went right back to work, already ready for another.

Aaron laughed and as cruel as it probably was, it was music to Vikki’s ears. She had changed and it made him happy, which made her happy. And apparently that was the right thing to do because finally, finally Aaron removed his thumb from her mouth and shoved his dick between her pillowy lips.

Instinct born of hours spent stuffing her mouth with dildos guided her here. She tilted her head and loosened her throat, letting his magnificence fill her mouth as her nose kissed his belly and she breathed his musk in deeply. His hand was clamped onto the back of her head, but he shouldn’t have worried. Vikki wouldn’t have, couldn’t have, slid back if she was suffocating. Being so roughly used had made her cum again and the choking she was doing on his dick was rapidly driving her to another orgasm. Her tongue went to work, feeling shaft for every ridge and vein, her tongue piercing working to provide additional stimulation. She was almost immediately rewarded with a torrent of jizz gushing down her throat. There was a sense of loss there that she hadn’t had a chance to taste it, but she knew there would be more chances to come.

After all, she was falling for Aaron. More than the enjoyment of being viewed, of being used, of being abused. It was chemically and hypnotically induced, but the true infatuation that was rapidly growing was all her. It was a crush at this instant, but she knew with time it would grow into a deep and complete love for Aaron.

And Aaron, magnificent man that he was, was going to help her along. He pulled her to her feet using her nipple rings and then led her to the bedroom where she was roughly bent over the bed. Her breasts hung pendulously, but she was kept standing by his hand grabbing her wrist cuffs and the understanding that he wanted her upright, but when his dick slid past her g-string and bottomed out kissing her cervix, she came again and lost track of everything.

When she came back to herself, Aaron was instead buried in her ass and her love for him had blossomed from a crush to complete and unconditional love. She would do whatever he wanted without hesitation. She would die if he asked and kill to keep him safe. She would sacrifice every dream, every piece of herself for his smallest wishes and she would love it. She was his big tiddy goth girlfriend, because that’s what he said she was, but she was also so much more. Slavery was too tame of a term, he was her God and she would spend the rest of her days abasing herself upon his altar. She could feel his seed dripping from her cunt and felt a moment of sorrow that such a gift was going to waste. That it would be squandered and spilled upon the floor. But then he slid into her again and any remorse was washed away in fathomless pleasure.

“Thank you,” she gasped between moans. “Thank you for fucking me, for using me for your pleasure. Thank you for changing me to better fit your desires, for giving me purpose and direction in my life. Thank you for the privilege of being yours. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou….”

Her fervent praise was cut off by a deluge of semen in her ass and the warmth, the pleasure at knowing she had been of service, that she had been helpful to Aaron was too much for her and she ed out.