The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I returned home the following day and went back to work the next morning, officially I was fully recovered from influenza. It had been an intense time; my stay at Lakshmi’s place. The only thing that puzzled me was the length of the time that I’d been off work: why was it so long? After all the only thing of real significance was my meeting with Twinkle. Although I had a nagging suspicion that other things had happened: that things had been done to me. Yet when I tried to the details, they would slip out of my mind only to be replaced by memories of me fondling the hucow. Still it was behind me now and I was back doing the job that I love.

Wendy was very sympathetic... “How are you? What happened? Where have you been? Only when I tried to call you, your phone was switched off.”

She paused and gave me a concerned look but when I only shrugged she continued, sounding just a little suspicious. “I even called around at your place, but it was in darkness.”

“Oh, Lakshmi took me to her place to look after me. I’ve been waited on hand and foot. Did you know that she even has servants?” I gushed.

“Wow!” She said sounding impressed. “How can a GP afford something like that?”

I shrugged. “She does cosmetic surgery privately... I guess that’s where the money comes from. I didn’t realise that it paid so well, I’ll have to think about giving it a try. Hey I’ll need theatre staff, fancy coming in with me on this?”

“You bet! With what Andy and I earn, we’re always hard up so if you do plan on going down that path, Ill be right with you.” She said sounding more than tempted.

I felt a pang of jealousy at the mention of her husband’s name... That was something else that was new to me.

Now that I was back at the hospital I soon fell into my previous daily routine: operations followed by rounds followed by . I saw myself stuck in the same old groove in twenty years time and panicked. Until recently ‘mending people’ had been all that I had wanted in life but now it filled me with dread but now I needed something more... This was something else that had changed.

It was the end of the second week back, the Friday in fact, and we had just spent five hours piecing a drunk driver back together. I saw my chance and suggested a girls’ night out to my bff.

We were in the changing room getting dressed after showering the sweat away. Wendy looked up. “What, just the two of us?”

“Well we’re the only girls here, aren’t we?” I chuckled.

She frowned. “Andy won’t like it.”

“I thought you were his wife, not his property.” I said tartly.

My remark took us both by surprise. “Yeh, why not? We deserve a break after today’s marathon.” She said before adding. “Neither of us are on shift until Tuesday so let’s make a night of it.”

I smiled. “We’ll go out for a meal and then on to a cocktail bar afterwards—my treat. My way of saying thanks for all of your hard work and for being such a good friend,”

“Aww!” She said blushing as only a redhead can.

I didn’t tell her that the night out wasn’t my idea.

We met outside of the restaurant just after seven and as alcohol was on the agenda we had both availed ourselves of the services provided by Uber. Being happy to see each we other kissed and giggled like a pair of schoolgirls. Then, arm in arm, we headed inside, I held the door open for her—well she was my date after all.

The ma tre d’ showed us to our table where we ordered drinks and made our selections from the menu. I forget what I had, something with chicken probably, but Wendy went for the lobster thermidor; Either way our meal was a far cry from the fish and chips that we’d both been brought up on in Wolverhampton.

We chatted amiably like the two old friends that we were and I hoped to high heaven that she wouldn’t spot the fact that I was preoccupied. Luckily she didn’t although at one stage between courses she must have noticed something for she asked me if I was okay.

“Just a bit tired, I guess. Today’s performance took a lot out of me.” I lied.

My bff nodded. “It was a mammoth session, wasn’t it?”

I nodded but added. “Let’s not spoil things by talking shop... I want to enjoy your company not discuss work.”

She blushed ever so slightly as she smiled. “Well I’m yours for the evening so enjoy away!”

I smiled. Only one evening? If you only knew the half of it, my darling, if you only knew. Of course I didn’t dare say what I was thinking... Instead I muttered something about making the most of the girl-time we had together.

For sweet we shared a single helping of chocolate pudding—well us girls have to watch our figures, don’t we? It was towards the end of this that I took the opportunity to slip the drops into her wine: they were odourless and tasteless but once she downed the glass the clock began to tick and I had just twenty minutes. No guesses as to who had provided them.

Twenty minutes for us to finish our meal; for me to settle the bill; and to get her outside and into the street.

I helped her into her coat and we were outside in a little more than seventeen.

“Where too now?” She asked, slipping an arm through mine just like she used to do when we were teens and out on the town.

“Just a short walk to the bar,” I said fighting to keep the excitement out of my voice, “the live music doesn’t start for another half an hour so we’ve got plenty of time.”

“A group? Wow!” She sounded excited.

Eighteen minutes,

“And a singer!” I lied.

“Wow! Who?” She burbled. Was it my imagination or was she leaning on my arm a little more heavily?

She tried guessing but I said no to who ever she named... There was no singer, no group and no cocktail bar, either. She chattered on and I teased her a bit.

Nineteen minutes.

Her voice was slurring a bit... This wasn’t my imagination now. Slurred voice and a bit giggly. Anyone listening would have thought that it was the wine but I knew better.

“Oh,” she gasped, “bit giddy,”

“Wendy are you okay?” I tried to sound concerned and not triumphant. Soon, my darling, you’ll want to be mine very soon.

“Oh!” She gasped again, only this time she became a dead weight leaning on my arm. I released her and watched as she gently flopped down onto the pavement. She was unconscious before she landed.

“Wendy!” I shrieked in phoney surprise. I knelt down and made a show of examining her. Next I fished out my phone and made a show of dialling a number and of speaking to someone.

A concerned crowd began to gather around. “The lady’s collapsed,” I said and turned down the offer of help from a first aider, “it’s okay, I’m a doctor. There’s an ambulance on the way.”

Sure I’d used my phone, many of them had seen me do that, but what they hadn’t seen was me slip a hand into my bag and trigger the pager that nestled inside of it.

A copper appeared and I had to repeat the performance. He seemed satisfied when I said that I was a doctor and was in the process of moving people on (“Give the lady some room!") when the ambulance rolled up and Dr Lakshmi Gupta jumped out, dressed in scrubs.

“What’s happened?” She demanded.

“My friend’s collapsed. I’m a doctor and I’ve checked her...” I gave a string of medical details while Lakshmi checked the ‘patient’ for herself. But it was all an act as we both knew exactly what was wrong with Wendy. We also knew where she was going and what was going to happen to her. It was all a performance we had staged for the audience who watched as she was loaded into the ambulance. I climbed into the back as well and soon we were driven away accompanied by the blare of sirens and the glare of angry blue flashing lights.

Today was the first day of Wendy’s new life.