The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The club closed at 7AM and I went straight from there to work. I was sweaty, exhausted and looked like the perfect example of a walk of shame. On the way to work I vaped constantly, enjoying the sweet strawberry flavor as it soothed my dry throat. Despite the lack of sleep, I was still buzzing from last night’s encounter.

PharmaTec looked different in the morning light. The sleek, modern edifice was now a grimy, concrete box under the harsh glare of the sun. The hum of the city was replaced by the distant hum of construction noise and the whir of traffic. I dragged myself to my desk, feeling the weight of last night’s heels with every step.

I sat down heavily in my chair, the leather creaking softly as I shifted to get comfortable.

I looked around the office, my eyes barely focusing on the fluorescent lighting and the hum of the computers. I felt like a zombie, my body and mind both exhausted, but my soul still buzzing from the night before.

“Morning, Sara,” a voice said next to me. I turned to see Thomas standing beside my desk, his smile as bright as ever, despite the early hour. “You look... well-rested.”

I couldn’t help but grin at his obvious understatement. “Thanks, Thomas. I had a... eventful night.”

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I can see that. You look like you had quite the night out.”

I nodded, my grin widening. “You could say that.”

He looked around the office, then leaned in closer to me, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “Anyways, it’s time for your medical exam.”

He said, his voice still low. “Let’s get you checked out, make sure you’re in tip-top shape for work.”

I raised an eyebrow, “My medical exam? But I just had one last week.”

He waved his hand dismissively, “Just a standard procedure, nothing to worry about. Besides, it’ll be quick and painless.”

I hesitated for a moment, but the idea of a quick and painless exam seemed like a godsend right now. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Thomas smiled, “Great. Follow me.”

He led me down the sterile, white hallway, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the polished floors. We turned a corner and entered a room marked “Exam Room 3.” The space was small, with a single examination table, a sink, and a cabinet filled with medical supplies.

“Have a seat,” Thomas said, gesturing to the table. I hopped up, the cool paper crinkling beneath me.

The doctor will be with you in a minute .” Thomas said, his hand on the doorknob.

“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a jolt of nervous energy.

He gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, it’s just a routine check-up. You’ll be in and out in no time.”

With that, he left, closing the door behind him.

I looked around the room, taking in the stark white walls, the harsh fluorescent lights, and the sterile smell of disinfectant. A beep from the intercom made me jump, and a moment later, the door opened again.

In walked a man I’d never seen before.

He was tall, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes set behind thick-rimmed glasses. His lab coat was pristine white, his name tag reading “Dr. Nefarious.” He had an air of authority and confidence that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Hello, Sara,” he said, his voice calm and soothing. “I’m Dr. Nefarious. I’ll be performing your exam today.”

I nodded, trying to hide my nervousness. “Hi, Doctor.

He smiled, his eyes scanning me quickly. “You, too. Now, let’s get started.

First, I’ll need you to remove your clothing and put on this gown.” He handed me a flimsy, blue paper gown, tied at the neck and back.

I hesitated for a moment, but the doctor’s steady gaze made me feel oddly at ease. I took off my clothes, folding them neatly on the chair in the corner, and slipped on the gown. The cool air in the room made my skin break out in goosebumps.

Dr. Nefarious pulled up a stool and sat down in front of me, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe. “Very good,” he said, his voice approving.

“Now, let’s start with a few simple tests. Just to make sure everything is functioning as it should.”

He began by taking my blood pressure, his hands efficient and practiced. Then, he listened to my heart and lungs with a stethoscope, nodding to himself as he wrote down the results.

“Everything seems to be in order so far,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “Now, let’s do a brief check of your reflexes.”

He pulled out a small hammer and tapped my knee, my elbow, and a few other spots. I winced at the unexpected sharpness, but my reflexes were fine.

Dr. Nefarious nodded, making a note on his clipboard. “Excellent. Now, if you could just lie back and let me take a listen to your heartbeat one more time.”

I complied, trying to relax as he placed the stethoscope on my chest. His touch was gentle, his demeanor professional, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your heart sounds strong and healthy.”

He looked up and caught my gaze, his piercing blue eyes holding mine for a moment.

The intensity in his expression made me feel a flutter of unease, but I dismissed it as my imagination. I was just feeling jittery from the lack of sleep and the strange environment.

“Now, we’ll just need to take a quick blood sample,” he said, his voice returning to its professional, soothing tone. “Just a little prick, nothing to worry about.”

He opened a drawer and pulled out a syringe and a vial. As he prepared the needle, I tried to distract myself by looking around the room. My eyes fell on a poster on the wall, depicting the human anatomy in intricate detail.

I focused on the image, trying to steady my breathing as Dr. Nefarious swabbed my arm with an alcohol wipe.

“You have very impressive veins, Sara,” he commented, his voice still calm and soothing. “That will make this process quite easy.”

I forced a smile, trying to appear at ease. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

He inserted the needle, and I felt a brief pinch but it wasn’t blood flowing out, it was liquid flowing in. But I was already ing out as I realized it. The room swirled around me, and I fought to keep my eyes open, but it was no use. Everything went dark.

When I woke up, I was lying on something soft and comfortable. My body felt strange, unnaturally relaxed and heavy at the same time. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision, and looked around. I wasn’t in the exam room anymore. Instead, I was in a post operation room. Everything in the room was pristine and white, from the walls to the medical equipment. The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, the hum of machines in the background. It took me a moment to that I was not alone. Dr. Nefarious was sitting in a chair beside me, his eyes fixed on a computer screen. He turned as I stirred, his eyes meeting mine with a cool, clinical gaze.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he said, his voice as smooth and soothing as before. “How are you feeling?”

I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy and sluggish.

Dr. Nefarious moved quickly to my side, his hands gentle but firm as he guided me back down onto the bed.

“Not so fast,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “You’ve been through a lot. You need to take it easy.”

“What... what happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My head was pounding, and my body felt like it was on fire.

Dr. Nefarious smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You had a little procedure, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

I frowned, trying to what had happened.

I vaguely recalled a medical exam, but everything after that was a blur. “A procedure? What kind of procedure?” I asked, my voice growing more insistent.

Dr. Nefarious leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s nothing to worry about, Sara. In fact, I think you’ll be very pleased with the results.”

I hesitated, but his confident smile put me at ease. “Okay... what did you do?”

He stood up and walked over to me, his hand resting gently on my forehead.

“Your temperature is a little high, but that’s to be expected after the procedure. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”

He pulled out a small, round mirror from his pocket and handed it to me.

“Here, look at yourself.”

I took the mirror and lifted it to my face. What I saw shocked me.

My hair was longer, cascading down to my waist in loose curls. It was a natural platinum blonde, shimmering under the soft lights of the room. My eyes, which were a warm green last I checked, were now a bright, icy blue.

My features seemed softer, more rounded, my cheeks fuller, and my lips fuller and pinker than I ed. I looked...different.

“What did you do to me?” I whispered, the mirror trembling slightly in my hands.

Dr. Nefarious smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. “I’ve enhanced you, Sara. Made you...better.”

I stared at him, my eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “Better? How?”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. “Look at yourself, Sara. You’re gorgeous.

Your hair is longer, your eyes are a stunning blue, your face is softer, more delicate. Don’t you see? You’re a masterpiece now, Sara.”

I turned the mirror away, unable to look at my reflection any longer. “I don’t understand... what did you do to me? What procedure?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Nefarious chuckled, a sound like velvet against my ears. “I told you, Sara. I enhanced you. I made you better. Your hair, your eyes, your face, your body... all perfected.

And your body, ah, let’s not forget your body. You’re now a full F-cup, with a waist that cinches to 20 inches, and hips that flare out beautifully. And your natural hair color—well, you’re a natural platinum blonde now, and it grows to your ankles.”

My mind reeled as I tried to process what he was saying. “But... but that’s not possible. How... how did you do this?”

Dr. Nefarious smiled enigmatically. “My dear, I have my methods. And you, my dear Sara, are the result of years of meticulous work.

I’ve perfected the formula, the technique, and now, you are the culmination of my masterpiece.”

I shook my head, disbelief warring with the evidence staring back at me in the mirror. My reflection was unrecognizable, a stranger with icy blue eyes and cascading platinum locks. I felt a chill run down my spine, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.

“Now we only have one last injection.” Dr. Nefarious said with a devilish smile.

He held up a small vial containing a clear liquid. “It will be quick and painless, and it will complete your transformation.”

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t trust him, and I didn’t want whatever he was about to do to me. But I also didn’t want to cause a scene or make him angry. I felt trapped, like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

“What is it?”

He shrugged, his expression nonchalant. “It’s just a little cocktail of hormones and growth factors.

Nothing to worry about,” Dr. Nefarious said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “It will enhance your...desirability. Make you even more irresistible. Make you even more docile”

I hesitated, my hand clutching the mirror tightly. “I don’t think I need any more...enhancements, Doctor.”

Dr. Nefarious raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, but you do, Sara. You see, this is a very important part of your transformation. It will heighten your senses, make you more...receptive to pleasures.

It will make you a temple of desire, a beacon of unquenchable lust. Trust me, Sara. This will be the final touch to your masterpiece.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him I didn’t want this, but his eyes held me captive. There was something in them, a darkness that sent a shiver down my spine. I felt my resistance crumble, replaced by a strange, inexplicable desire to please him.

“Alright,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Do it.”

Dr. Nefarious smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He leaned forward, his hand gentle as he tilted my chin up.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’ll thank me later.”

I didn’t respond, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he prepared the syringe. I watched, mesmerized, as he filled the syringe with the clear liquid. He swabbed my arm with an alcohol wipe, the cold sending a shiver down my spine. Then, he inserted the needle with barely a pinch.

I watched the liquid disappear into my vein, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a warmth spread through my body, a strange sensation that made me feel both lightheaded and heavy at the same time.

My vision began to blur, and I could feel my muscles relaxing, my body going limp. I tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but my lips felt numb, and no sound came out.

Dr. Nefarious smiled down at me, his eyes holding mine captive. “Don’t fight it, Sara,” he murmured, his voice soothing and hypnotic. “Let it take you. Embrace the transformation.”

I tried to nod, but even that small movement was too much. The warmth in my body was intensifying, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

The room began to spin, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was Dr. Nefarious’s victorious smile.

When I woke up again, I felt… different. Everything was hazy, my thoughts slow and sluggish. I was lying on a soft, comfortable bed, the sheets smooth and cool against my skin. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy and uncoordinated. It was like I was moving through molasses, every movement a struggle.

I looked around the room, my vision blurry. I was in a bedroom, a luxurious one at that.

Thomas was standing next to the bed.

“Good morning, Sara,” he said, his smile wide and genuine.

I tried to smile back, but my face felt numb and unresponsive. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I managed to slur.

Thomas chuckled. “Well, you’ve certainly been through a lot. But don’t worry, you’ll be feeling like yourself in no time.”

I looked around the room again, my eyes finally focusing on the large, ornate mirror on the wall opposite the bed. I gasped as I saw my reflection.

The woman staring back at me was... I couldn’t even find the words. My body was curvy in all the right places, my breasts large and full, my waist impossibly small, and my hips flaring out beautifully. My hair was a cascade of platinum blonde curls that fell down to my ankles, and my eyes were a striking blue that seemed to sparkle under the light. But it was more than just my appearance that was different. My expression was vacant, my eyes glazed over, and my movements were slow and deliberate, as if I was moving underwater. I felt lust, the hunger for sex and pleasure the only thing on my mind. My body was charged with it, every nerve ending alive and begging for stimulation. I looked at Thomas, my eyes roaming over his body, taking in every detail. His suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and I could see the outline of his muscular thighs through the fabric of his pants.

“Why don’t you come here, Sara?” Thomas said, his voice thick with desire. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I complied, my body moving of its own accord. I stood up, the sheets falling away to reveal my naked body.

I didn’t have to think about it; I just knew that I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his body pressed against mine. I stepped closer, my hips swaying gently with each step.

Thomas watched me, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek. His touch was gentle, but I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see the pulse in his neck quickening.

“You’re so beautiful, Sara,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Absolutely stunning.”

I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed.

His fingers trailed down my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I felt like every nerve ending was on fire, every touch magnified a thousand times over.

“Thomas,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want you.”

His eyes darkened, and he pulled me closer, his lips crashing down on mine. I melted into the kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck, my body pressing against his. I could feel his desire pressing against me, hard and insistent.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this, Sara,” he growled, his hands roaming over my body, exploring my curves, my soft skin.

I moaned, arching my back, offering myself to him. I felt like a wanton creature, driven by pure, primal lust. “Then take me, Thomas,” I begged, my voice a husky whisper. “I’m yours.”

He smiled, a wicked, hungry smile that made my heart race. “Oh, I will, Sara.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” he said, his voice a low growl. He reached down and grabbed my ass, lifting me up with surprising strength. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my core pressing against his rock-hard cock. He began to walk towards the bed, his lips never leaving mine.

He threw me down onto the bed, the sheets billowing up around us. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, as he began to unbutton his shirt. I licked my lips, eager to see what he looked like without clothes. He smirked at me, knowing exactly what I wanted.

“Patience, Sara.” He tossed his shirt to the side, revealing his muscular chest, tan and defined. He made quick work of his pants, and I gasped as his cock sprang free, long and thick, already hard and ready.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my pussy clenching at the sight of him. I wanted him inside me, filling me up, stretching me out.

Thomas chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made my insides twist with need. “I know, baby. Soon.” He climbed onto the bed, crawling towards me like a predator.

I could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw, primal desire that matched my own. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, his grip firm and unyielding.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in my curves, my soft skin, my glistening pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

He leaned down, his tongue licking a trail from my knee up to my inner thigh. I moaned, my hips bucking up eagerly, my body aching for more. He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down my spine.

“Patience, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good, you’ll be screaming my name.”

His tongue flicked out, teasing my clit before dipping lower, tasting my wetness. I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets, as he licked and sucked at my pussy, driving me wild with need. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

He thrust into me “come for me” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, the pleasure exploding through me like a bomb.

“Fuck, yes!” I screamed, my body convulsing as I came harder than I ever had before.

Thomas didn’t stop, he kept thrusting into me, drawing out my orgasm until I was a exhausted, panting mess.

Finally, he groaned, his body tensing as he came, filling me with his hot cum.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged.

Then, he pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed beside me.

I rolled towards him, my body still buzzing with residual pleasure, and wrapped my arms around his chest. He pulled me close, our sweaty skin sticking together.

“Fuck, Sara,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “That was...incredible.”

I smiled against his chest, feeling a flush of pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Thomas.”

He chuckled, his hand running through my hair. “I did. And I have a feeling that’s just the beginning.”

I looked up at him, my eyes wide. “The beginning?”

“Yes, you will be our company sex doll from now on. A sex toy that everyone in the company can use whenever they want and need it.”

I thought. “Yes, that’s what I am now. I am the company sex doll.”

I lay there on the bed, my body still throbbing with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and dreamed of all the cock I will have in me, all the men who will use me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.