The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lila clicked her wireless earphones back on to resume her new favorite podcast on Saturday morning, helplessly unaware that it was her new favorite podcast because the subliminal messages were telling her that this was her new favorite podcast. They were also reinforcing the ideas that she trusts Penny, that Jack deserves what he wants, and that she enjoys being feminine and submissive to men.

She scanned the contents of her dresser with a furrowed brow. She pulled out a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a soft hoodie, but something felt off.

“These clothes are so boring,” she thought, tossing them aside. “Jack wouldn’t like me in these at all.”

But why did she care what Jack would think about her outfit for a lazy Saturday at home? She shook her head, trying to focus.

Lila rummaged through her closet next, considering various t-shirts and jeans. But each one seemed too plain, too ordinary. She wanted to wear something that would make Jack notice her, get him excited.

“I don’t understand,” Lila wondered to herself. “I just want to be comfortable today. Why do I feel like I need to dress up for Jack?”

She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, feeling frustrated and lost. The urge to please her husband was strong, but she couldn’t pinpoint where it had come from. It felt instinctual, like a primal need.

“I could wear the little black dress,” she considered. “But then what about tomorrow… or the next day?” Well then, the obvious conclusion thudded in her mind, time to go buy a whole new wardrobe.

New plan firmly in mind, she switched to some yoga pants and a tank top, then examined herself in the mirror.

“Come on now, you’re sexy enough,” Lila complained to her reflection. Why doesn’t Jack see it? A tingling began in her groin, and she tried to push the thought away. What happened to her? Jack used to love seducing her. Play with myself all day.

Well, now. That was an interesting thought. “I could appeal to him subconsciously, maybe,” she considered, “if I look like I’m horny all the time.” Play but don’t come.

Unconsciously tracing her lips with her fingers as she stared at her own fine form, she knew she wasn’t the kind of woman to just blurt out “Let’s fuck” to her husband, or boldly start kissing him. But if she gave off an aura of horny… he would want her more.

“I can’t play with myself all day,” she mentally argued, “I have a job… but…”

Lila’s hand slowly drifted from her lips to her crotch. She rubbed herself slowly through the pants, biting her lip as the tingling in her groin intensified.

But the more she rubbed, the more she craved Jack’s touch. She imagined him walking in, seeing her like this, and becoming instantly aroused. The thought made her throb with need.

“I could make a game of it,” Lila mused, her hand still moving in slow circles. “An hourly edging game. I’ll touch myself every hour, but never let myself climax.”

It was a dangerous thought, but one that sent a thrill through her body. She could be so close to the edge, aching for release, and still hold herself back. It would drive her wild with lust. And he’d notice. He’d have to.

She rubbed harder, biting back a moan as the tingling intensified. Her clit throbbed, begging for more friction, more pressure. But Lila resisted, keeping herself right on the edge. Good girl.

She pictured Jack coming over to her, his eyes dark with lust. He’d push her legs further apart, his fingers teasing along her clothed slit. Lila would be so desperate for his touch, for his cock inside her. She’d beg him to fuck her, to use her needy body for his pleasure. Good dirty girl.

The fantasy was so vivid, so intense, that Lila had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She was so close, shaking with the force of her arousal. But she couldn’t let herself come, not yet.

Lila took a deep breath and forced her hand away from her groin. She was flushed and panting, her skin hypersensitive. She knew this was only the beginning. She’d keep edging herself throughout the day, letting the tension build until Jack finally satisfied her.

And when he did, it would be the most intense, mind-blowing-est orgasm of her life. Lila shivered in anticipation, already craving the moment when Jack would ravish her aching, dripping vagina. She just had to be patient and keep edging, no matter how much her body screamed for release.

She set an hourly timer on her mobile phone.

With a fresh cup of coffee from Marco’s in hand, Lila stepped into “Now You Do,” the woman’s clothing boutique that she had previously looked down on. Unfortunately, all the other stores weren’t meeting her “look hot for Jack” goal. And she’d been at it for two hours (edging included); there were other errands to do today, damn it.

Lila scanned the racks, taking in the skimpy dresses and tops. Most of the clothes were far too revealing for the office, but maybe with a blazer—

A teenage girl, probably still in high school, approached Lila with a bright smile. “Hi there! I’m Aubrey. Can I help you find something?”

Lila hesitated, unsure if she wanted to let the girl in on her quest. But the girl seemed eager to help, so Lila decided to take a chance. “Well, I’m looking for some new clothes for work. But I also want them to make my husband happy.” Lila felt a little embarrassed itting that, but the girl just nodded.

Aubrey looked Lila up and down, assessing her figure. “Ooh, I know just the thing! Follow me.” She led Lila to a section of the store with more conservative—but still flirty—options. “These pencil skirts are super professional, but the high slits will definitely get your husband’s attention. And these blouses have just the right amount of cleavage to keep things interesting.” Aubrey pulled out a few outfits and held them up for Lila’s approval. “Maybe a couple bras that push up more?” she suggested. “Not that, you know, you need a lot of help there.”

Lila had to it, the girl had good taste. The outfits were sexy without being too scandalous. Maybe this store wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Lila stepped into the changing room, a stack of clothes in her arms. She put her lukewarm coffee down, hung the outfits on the door, and surveyed her options. The pencil skirts were sleek and professional, but the high slits made her a little nervous. Would they be too revealing for the office? Flirt with men. She shrugged and slipped into the first skirt, zipping it up carefully.

Lila reached for one of the blouses. The fabric was gentle against her skin as she slid her arms into the sleeves. She buttoned it up, smoothing the fabric over her chest. The blouse fit perfectly, accentuating her curves. Lila caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and had to it, she looked good.

But then she noticed the buttons. The top two were undone, revealing just a hint of cleavage. Lila hesitated, wondering if this was too much for the office. She undid another button, then another, until her cleavage was on full display. Lila looked at her reflection and felt a thrill of excitement run through her. This was the look Jack would love to see. Look sexy for men.

Just as Lila was about to try on the next outfit, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, seeing that it was her edging timer going off. Lila bit her lip, cursing herself for not planning better. She glanced at the door, making sure it was locked, before slipping a hand under her skirt. “Wait, shit,” Lila chided herself, “Take the skirt off, I haven’t decided to buy it.”

As quickly as she could, she let the skirt drop and resumed playing her game, imagining herself doing a private fashion show for Jack. She’d bend over for him, stroking her legs as she modeled each outfit. Jack would watch with hungry eyes as Lila paraded back and forth, showing off her curves in the tight skirts and low-cut blouses.

Lila was just picturing Jack pulling her close, his hands all over her body, when a knock sounded at the changing room door. “Lila? I have some more options for you to try on,” Aubrey’s voice called out.

Lila yelped, pulling her hand out of her panties. “Oh! Um, okay. One second,” she stammered. She frantically adjusted her clothes, trying to look presentable. “Shit, shit,” Lila muttered under her breath. Was it obvious what she’d been doing? Had Aubrey heard her soft moans?

Lila took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She couldn’t let Aubrey know about her naughty secret. She had to play it cool, like she was just a normal woman trying on clothes. “Did I win the game?” popped in her head. “Shut up!” she mentally yelled. “Close enough.”