The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was important to dress hot. It was important to dress hot for her class with Carol. She needed to look like she wanted to fuck. She needed to make cocks want to fuck her. She needed to make Carol want to fuck her.

So Nisha wore a pink sports bra and a tight black leather miniskirt she’d put on once years ago for an evening of clubbing and put away forever because it was way, way too embarrassing. Also new stiletto heels she really couldn’t afford.

The reaction on her walk across campus had been...gratifying. More than gratifying. Fulfilling. And so hot. Someone had whistled, and she’d felt it all the way down to her needy clit. One guy had actually walked into a tree. She’d wanted to go over and ask if he was all right and ask if she could ride his tree until he was all better. Feel him in her. Filling her up. Because she was a worthless whore. She needed to dress like a worthless whore so men could use her like the worthless hole she was and she could cum her brains out and not feel so alone so empty serve her purpose...

Somehow she made it to class without fucking herself or anyone else. Being in class on time was important. She was breathing heavily in her seat. The scent of that lovely incense was really...she breathed in deeper. Relaxing. She was so relaxed she was leaking onto her seat like the worthless hole she was. Her nipples were hard and hot...and clearly visible. She saw Brenda half turned around watching her. The other woman’s eyes were somehow both unfocused and very focused. Her lips were parted. She licked them, slowly.

Nisha felt herself flushed. She had dressed like a horny slut who needed her holes filled like she deserved. She had known that she had to dress like a horny slut who needed her holes filled like she deserved. But she’d also felt humiliated. Worthless. Horny. She’d get to class and everyone would know she was a worthless slut who only cared about getting rigid cock in her slutty cunt. She’d worried what the other girls would think. She’d felt worthless. She’d fingered herself looking in the mirror, hands under that short black dress, imagining everyone in class looking at her and knowing. Then she’d fingered herself again.

And obviously Brenda did in fact see her for the helpless whore she was. But at the same time, Nisha was not exactly out of place.

Brenda herself had worn an actual bikini. An electric blue string bikini. Her bountiful tits were barely contained; when she stood to let Moira get past to her desk, her ass was practically a poem—especially when Moira reached around and slapped it flirtatiously.

Moira, for her part, was wearing some red frilly short thing that was probably originally meant to be lingerie. Another woman, a redhead—Laura, she thought her name was—was dressed relatively conservatively in tight jean shorts and a blouse unbuttoned almost to her navel.

On the other hand, Debbie, the short Asian girl that Nisha has been so friendly with last time (friendly?) hurried in at the last minute wearing an actual nurse fetish outfit, complete with white gloves below her elbows and a hemline that barely covered her crotch. There was a red heart on the latex on her compact, perky tits.

Debbie noticed Nisha staring and gave her a nervous smile. Then a little kiss. With tongue. Her hand cupped Nisha’s left breast in a frank, friendly manner. Nisha tried to stroke the other girl’s panties under that skirt in appreciation, but Debbie wasn’t wearing any. Almost inadvertently, Nisha’s playful fingers slipped inside. Debbie whimpered in friendly appreciation. “Worthless hole,” she babbled. “Fill me fill me fill me fill me.” Nisha found herself chanting along

“Now, girls,” Carol said from the front of the room. “I’m glad to see you all did your assignments, and I know you have needs, but if you could pause for a moment we do have some very feminist psychological material to cover today! Hands where I can see them. And just forget what you were doing there with your holes for a second and pay close attention now.”

Nisha started guiltily. What had she..? She licked her fingers absently. Debbie was flushed. Moira and Brenda, she noticed, had stopped groping each other. Though Moira was still sitting on Brenda’s lap.

“Great!” Carol said cheerily. She was casually dressed. Maybe her skirt was a little short for class, but she wasn’t wearing a fetish nurse uniform. Which was a shame, Nisha thought vaguely. Carol in a fetish nurse outfit would be... The smell of incense was really overpowering. It was hard to think. She needed to fill her holes. She wondered if Carol would mind if she...relieved herself...? Oh right, hands where she could see them she’d said. Maybe if she clasped her thighs together really hard though...?

Carol called for oral presentations, and had Moira come to the front of the classroom first. The girl was obviously nervous, but calmed down after Carol gave her a long, slow kiss, with a lot of tongue and a knee in her crotch.

Moira faced them. She looked at her ipad, where she had notes. Then she put the iPad aside and pulled one of her tits free of her flimsy red teddy. She absently traced the nipple as she explained that she had a steady boyfriend and was already getting fucked fairly regularly, but realized from her reading that that wasn’t enough. So she’d let him fuck her ass.

“He’d asked a couple times, and I didn’t want to, but now that I know I’m just an empty hole for cock, it seemed right to beg him to pound me in whatever hole he wanted,” she said, breathily.

“Tell the class if it was good, Moira,” Carol said. “Did you enjoy setting aside your own preferences and comfort so you could get a cock in your hole?”

Moira shuddered. “It was...it hurt. We were...probably didn’t use enough lube at first. He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I did but I couldn’t say I did because I am a hole and need to be filled worthless hole not good enough to be fucked in the ass I told him harder and he fucked me harder and I came!“

She shuddered in what was obviously another climax just thinking about it. There was a gentle sigh from the class. Debbie slipped her hand into Nisha’s fingers. Nisha brought Debbie’s gloved hand to her lips and kissed the back. Then she licked the back. Debbie made a noise.

“Okay,” Carol said. “Again, you all need to pay attention. I know you all are eager to cum and cum and cum like the slick holes you are, but I need you to focus here. No more orgasmic events until we’re all done, okay?’

Moira sat down after another kiss, and the presentations ground on, in various senses. Many of the girls, like Moira, had boyfriends, and had done well with the assignment of getting cock in their empty holes. Debbie tearfully itted that she was a virgin and hadn’t gotten any cock at all, which is why she’d gone all out with the nurse fetish outfit because she needed to show men she wanted cock, but would it be enough? Carol comforted her as she usually comforted the girls; she seemed as delighted as Nisha had been to find that Debbie wasn’t wearing panties.

When it was her turn, Nisha explained that she’d tried to get Dave to fuck her but all she’d managed to do is rub up against his hard cock and cup his balls through his pants. It seemed deeply inadequate after listening to Moira talk about getting fucked in the ass. “I’m deeply inadequate,” Nisha said. “I need cock and I didn’t get cock. What good am I?”

Carol was quietly encouraging. “Do you think he’ll come back to see you and give you the fucking you need while your roommate is out?” she asked gently.

“I hope so,” Nisha said. “I feel bad for Siobhan, but touching his cock felt so good I know that being a hole for cock is more important than my relationship with other women.”

Carol patted her on the ass. And squeezed her ass. And her tit. She sent her back to her desk vowing to get cock in her holes as soon as possible.

Nisha thought all the assignments were impressive, but Laura’s was probably the most stimulating. Laura had just broken up with her boyfriend, and he’d refused her offers to get back together and fill her up with cock. But she had been determined.

“I noticed a guy checking me out in another class?” she said. She tended to end every sentence with a question. “I hoped to flirt with him afterwards and maybe, um...I was fantasizing about a blow job? But he kind of disappeared? But one of my friend’s gave me his name? And his dorm?”

She’d rung his room and asked him if she could come up to study. He’d been confused, she said, but he let her in. And she told him she didn’t want to study. “I said I wanted to suck his cock?” she asked.

He’d said yes...but before he could start, his roommate came in with a third friend.

The first guy had thought that was it. “He was blushing?” she said. But she wasn’t to be dissuaded. She’d offered to suck them all off.

The roommate was mortified and left. But the guy and the friend spent the next couple hours fucking her hard in all her holes. Or as Laura said, “They spent the next couple hours fucking me hard in all my holes?”

Carol was impressed. She told them that they’d all done a good job on their assignments. “I really didn’t know whether airborne istration would work,” she said. “And—mmm— it does seem like there needs to be repeated exposure. As long as you’re actively inhaling it, control is strong, uh, but subliminal influence seems to vary with circumstance and individual susceptibility...were you a highly sexed little minx before I started mind-fucking you, Laura?”

Laura looked up from Carol’s cunt. Her reward had been that she got to lick out Carol for the remainder of class. And got to finger herself. She was enjoying the privilege enthusiastically; she’d pulled down those shorts and Nisha could see her cunny, dusted with auburn curls, glistening.

“I liked to fuck?” she said. And then, with more certainty, “I liked to fuck. Even before I knew that all I was good for was to be an empty hole to be filled with cock?” She paused. “You’re mind-fucking us? Should you...should you be doing that?”

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” Carol said. “Go back to serving me, okay? You’re quite...oh. There you go. Right there. Right...” she came, loudly, grinding herself into Laura’s face, her hands twisting Laura’s red hair. Laura’s own hand was a blur at her crotch as she grunted and bore down harder.

Carol had told them they could fool around some until the incense dispersed and then they should not really all the fucking but how good it was to be fucked. She also told them to how fulfilled and filled they’d felt when they’d let their holes tell them what to wear, who to fuck. She told them to do more and go the extra mile with the next assignment. “I have faith in you,” she’d said. “I know every one of you can get all your holes filled with cock,” she said. Nisha gasped with inspiration as Debbie’s clever tongue found her clit.

Then they were outside in the hall. Nisha was done with classes for the day. She wondered if she should go try to track Dave down. She didn’t really know his schedule. But he’d probably be over in the Computer Science building, right? Or if not him, someone. Or someones. She thought about Laura’s feat of fucking two cocks. She didn’t that. She shivered.

Then she noticed Brenda talking to Debbie. Her breasts—tits. They made Nisha’s mouth water. And Debbie in latex. She wasn’t sure who she was more jealous of. They were so hot. Even if they didn’t have cocks. (Since when did she want cock?)

“I looove your outfit,” Brenda said breathlessly. “It’s so...” she put a hand on the latex on Debbie’s stomach. Debbie giggled.

“Yessss,” Nisha said, a little more enthusiastically than she had intended. She did love Debbie’s sexy outfit. She loved that there were no panties under that skirt. (Were there?) “All the guys must get so...” She stopped. That was not what she had meant to say. She tried to recover. “Where did you get it?“

Debbie’s head was tucked down in embarrassment. Or maybe she was looking at Brenda’s crotch? Or both.

“It’s...there’s a store off-campus that I went to once for Halloween,” she said quietly. “The Yummy Vibe.”

“Oh,” Brenda said. “That sounds...yummy.” She giggled too. Which did incredible things to her tits.

Debbie looked up. Not at Brenda. Into Nisha’s eyes. Debbie looked confused. Desperate. Needy. Just how Nisha felt.

“I can take you,” she said.