The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Your turn, hon!” The voice was chipper. The voice was giggly. Nisha, who as usual had her nose in a book, looked up into what seemed to be an absolute avalanche of bosom in a strappy red top that barely contained the bounty. She blinked.

The bosom remained. There was another giggle, and it shook, deliberately. “Professor Swinton’s all done with me. Your turn!” The voice said again.

“Uh,” Nisha said. She finally got her eyes off the gigantic...it was hard to think of them as anything but tits, and looked up. The girl was Asian. She licked her lips. She winked. “Have fun!” she said, then swiveled away like some sort of refuge from a decidedly off-color anime. She was wearing very tight shorts. And heels. WTF?

Nisha liked to think her taste in women was a little less caricatured and trashy. Still, she stayed watching the shorts and the butt recede for a second. Then she shook herself and wrestled her organic chemistry book into her backpack and her backpack onto her shoulder. She felt her heart speed up a little. Professor Swinton was more than a little intimidating, and Nisha really wanted to get into this seminar.

She wondered if the girl with the bosoms was interviewing too? She didn’t seem like the sort of person who would be taking a Feminist Psychology course. But looks, and maybe bosoms, could be deceiving.

As Nisha gathered herself together and headed towards the door of the office, she had to it a little part of her, down below, was thinking that if the woman was somewhat improbably taking Feminist Psychology, Nisha wouldn’t mind getting a second look.

It was turning into a day of breasts. Somewhat to Nisha’s discomfort.

Professor Swinton was wearing a red scoop neck blouse that was just a little tighter than you’d expect in a tenured professor. The cleavage was minimal after what Nisha has seen in the hall, but not really minimal by any other standard.

There was also a distractingly heavy scent. A hint of spice, a hint of leather. She found herself breathing in, trying to identify it.

Professor Swinton must have noticed. “I hope you don’t mind the incense!” she said. “I’ve gotten a little addicted to it. And I think it makes these meetings more relaxing. Do you like it?”

Nisha took another breath. She did like it, she realized. It was relaxing. She felt some of her nervousness leach out of her. She settled back in the chair. Her eyes touched on Professor Swinton’s breasts again. She tugged them up to the head, which was pretty, blonde, and smiling reassuringly. The lips were quite red.

The conversation was surprisingly low stress. Professor Swinton asked about her coursework and about her goals. She was impressed by Nisha’s grades, and by her ion for pre-med. She was encouraging and friendly when Nisha talked ing the seminar to explore her possible interest in a psychology specialization. She told Nisha to call her “Carol.”

The incense was heavy. Relaxing. Kind of sensuous. Carol must think it was sensuous too, Nisha thought idly, judging by how her nipples had gotten visibly hard through that too tight blouse. She half-smiled.

“Well, I think this has gone very well, Nisha,” Carol said. “I just have a couple more questions. I want you to answer very honestly, okay? You can trust me.”

“Okay,” Nisha said agreeably. She nodded her head and kept nodding. Carol came around her desk in very tight jeans. They were nice jeans. She gently held Nisha’s head so it stopped moving. Her fingers were light on the back of Nisha’s neck.

“Do you like girls, Nisha? I noticed you seemed to like my tits.”

Nisha’s forehead wrinkled. Carol’s touch on the back of her neck was distracting. Soothing. She breathed in.

“I don’t...is that question appropriate?” she asked, distantly.

“Of course it is, dear,” Carol said. “I’m your professor. It’s important that you be honest with me about who you want to fuck, girls or boys.”

“Oh,” Nisha said, half in understanding, half in surprise as Carol’s hand slid down and cupped her breast. The nipple was already hard, but it stiffened further under Carol’s skillful fingers. “Well, I...oh. I’m a lesbian. Girls.”

“That’s nice. I like girls too,” Carol said, demonstrating with her fingers. “Now, be honest—are you fucking regularly? Are you riding someone’s face the way you like?”

Nisha made a little noise. “I...not really? I’m not dating. Studying. Focused on studying. Not on...” She paused. A thought occurred to her, suddenly. “Are you sleeping with girls?” she said.

Carol laughed and moved her hand to minister to Nisha’s other breast. “Oh yes. I just fucked Jun. Love to feel her squirm against my tongue. You may have seen her on the way out. I’m sure she’d like you, so pretty and compact and repressed. With these lovely tits.” She stroked them both for emphasis.

Nisha gasped. It was hard to focus with the incense and Carol’s breasts so close to her cheek and Carole’s hands kneading and coaxing. She shifted, feeling her crotch against her jeans.

“Jun?” Nisha said. “Is she the one with the huge breasts? I kept looking though didn’t want to but they were really big. Really hot.” She paused. “Isn’t that...you’re not supposed to sleep with students though, are you? That’s uneth...oh!...unethical. Oh god.”

Carol giggled. Rather like Jun. “You’re cute,” she said. “Adorable, repressed little needy Nisha. All those moral hang-ups are obviously keeping you from what you really want. What you really need.” She took her hands away. Nisha made a little noise of protest. Carol walked back around the desk and sat down. She leaned forward. Her nipples were very hard. “So are mine, though,” Nisha thought, somewhere in her brain that felt dipped in incense.

“Okay,” Carol said. “That was fun, but I should get down to business.” She looked up and gave Nisha a calculating smile. “Though business is also fun, don’t you think?”

Nisha didn’t know what she was talking about. “Sure,” she said. She ed something. “Did you...did you just feel up my tits?”

“Shhh,” Carol said. “Focus, now. Would you say you’re a confident young woman, Nisha? Do you know what you want? Are you determined to achieve your goals?”

Nisha felt on steadier ground. The fingers had been very...very, but...not...right? Something wrong. Uncomfortable. She shouldn’t be gushing in her panties for a serious academic discussion of her serious goals. She breathed in. Relax.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m pre-med. I’m focused. I’m going to be a doctor. Maybe in psychiatry? If I can take your course. With Jun. And her amazing tits.” She stopped. Something had gone wrong there. Jun’s tits surged before her. She turned away from them to Carol’s nipples. “I work hard for what I want,” she said.

Carol smiled as if she’d said something funny. She shook her head. “I don’t think you’re being completely honest with me, Nisha.”

Nisha felt confused. It was hard to think with all the incense. It was hard to think with Carol tracing the outline of her magnificent nipple through her tight top. It made Nisha think of Carol tracing her own nipple. Lots of nipples getting harder. She licked her lips.

“I’m...I’m being honest? I want to get in. In. In your,” she sighed. “Class.”

“Yes. I’m sure you do. But you’re not being honest about your confidence, Nisha. About your goals. About your academic seriousness.” Her finger circled hypnotically. “Would a serious young woman be watching me play with my tits? Would she let her teacher play with her slutty nipples? Would she be all horny and wet in a serious academic conference? Would she, Nisha? Say, ‘no.’ You know the answer is no.”

“I...” Nisha said. She was sure she was a serious student. She studied all the time. She got good grades. She’d been determined to be a doctor as long as she could . She wasn’t slutty. She wasn’t obsessed with sex. She felt a tear roll down her cheek.

Carol’s voice was remorseless, like those fingers teasing her nipples. “Say it Nisha. You aren’t a self-confident young woman. You’ve got a hole inside you. You are a hole. An empty hole. You’ve tried to fill that space with ambition, with studying, with work. You hoped my class would fill you up, all that need. But none of those things can fill you. Say it. it it. It will be a relief.”

“I...I’m empty. Not confident. Not ambitious. I need...” her eyes were wide. “What do I need?”

Carol smiled. She’d pulled her strappy top up. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were incredibly engorged. She kneaded them expertly and with obvious pleasure. “Well, I think that’s obvious from the way you’re looking at my tits, dear. You need sex. You need to be good and fucked. A needy little slut like you only really feels worthwhile when you’re attending to your cunt like you should.”

“I need...sex?” Nisha said. She tried to think. She liked sex well enough. She’d had a casual girlfriend a few months back. They’d broken up. Maybe that was a mistake? She looked at Carol’s magnificent tits. She was very wet. “I need sex,” she said with more confidence.

“Yes, that’s right. You’re a horny little minx. All the books and the studies and the dreams, they were just a way to deny your real needs. You’re a hole; to be fulfilled you’ve got to be filled.”

“I’ve got to be filled,” Nisha said, stronger now. “I should...I shouldn’t be here. Not good enough for...for your class. Need to...” she trailed off. Carol was shaking her head.

“No, my class is just what you need right now. We’ll help you fill that yawning, slick, ache inside of you, Nisha. Do you know what will fill that ache, Nisha?”

Nisha was panting now. “I..sex. Need sex. Girlfriend. Need to...Jun? Nipple? Tongue?”

Carol nodded. “That’s good. Hot, sexy tongues and nipples and girls, yes, that’s all what you need. But something else will really fill that hole that is you, Nisha. Something else fits perfectly. Do you want to know what it is? Do you want to know what really completes you?’

“Please,” Nisha said. The sense of emptiness was almost unendurable. She ed vaguely wanting to be a doctor, wanting to have a future. It was pushed aside, far away in a blank, endless void of herself. A throbbing void. There was only the incense, almost stifling her, and Carol’s voice. She was so alone. So inadequate. She was nothing. “Please,” she said again.

“Cock,” Carol said. “Cock fills you up. Sex with girls is hot and fun and takes the edge off. It makes you feel sexy and slick and ready. But you’re a hole. Nothing fills up a hole like cock. It completes you, on a deep, existential level. Cock in every one of your holes. Cock is the meaning of you. It’s what you’re for.”

Nisha shook her head. It sounded right. But also wrong. She didn’t like boys. She didn’t want to fuck cock until she couldn’t walk. She didn’t want to wrap her lips around it and feel it pulse against her tongue.

“I...don’t fuck boys, though?” she said. It was very much a question.

“Oh, Nisha. Thinking you didn’t like cock was just part of you denying your real self. Your real self as a yawning hold that needs to be filled. You’re empty; you’re nothing. You’re a worm; less than a worm. Your dreams and goals and ambitions and sexual preferences don’t matter. Getting filled up matters. Having something in you. You’re just a sheathe to pull onto the thing that makes you whole. You understand that now, right? Say you understand and mean it.“

She tried, one last time, to deny it. She was going to be a doctor. She was going to be a professional. She was smart. She had dreams.

But they all fell away, into the emptiness. An emptiness that had to be filled with something. Something. Sex. A giant cock. A giant cock in her cunt. In her ass. In her mouth. Between her breasts. Someone fucking her. Filling her up.

“I understand,” she said. She meant it. It rolled over her. It thrust into her. It filled her up.