The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sometimes you run into a shit-ton of trouble while doing the simplest of things and at other times, even the most complicated plan just goes off without a hitch. Will kept calling me every day just as I had trained him to do and so far, everything was proceeding according to my expectations. Soon, I would have him all to myself, but there were still obstacles in the way. The most urgent was his fiancée. My first measure against her was slowly taking effect, but it was nowhere near a permanent solution. I had already looked into how to proceed, but before that, I had to address something even more dangerous.

The therapist Danielle made all of this possible in the first place, but if she were to discover my involvement, this whole thing would fall apart in seconds and I wouldn’t end up with just a slap on the wrist, but something much, much worse. I needed to take her out of the picture, but so far, I hadn’t been able to come up with a way to do it without raising suspicion. She was still away on some kind of retreat but once she returned, things could go bad very quickly. The obvious path would be just to ask Will to call her and end it, but then again, she would probably Katherine, who was not only a client but also her friend. So doing that would obviously raise a ton of red flags and it would be a pretty stupid move. I briefly pondered just blocking her messages on Katherine’s computer but that would probably also result in a phone call and an investigation about how that block happened. Which was far from ideal.

It just seemed like there was no easy way out of this and all the progress I had made could be undone with one visit. Well, not only undone, I could end up in jail. There was no way the therapist wouldn’t spot the changes in Will’s behavior if she tried to analyze him. I was pretty sure he would the scrutiny of a normal person questioning his actions, but this was the professional who had proposed and devised this therapy for him and there was no way she would miss all the inconsistencies. I ed reading those medical reports and there were tests made specially to make sure the process didn’t have any defects or unintended side effects. And though these effects were very much intended, they surely wouldn’t go under the radar. There had to be a solution to this, but so far, I hadn’t been able to devise a good plan. I sighed and looked at my phone as it started vibrating.

Will. Incoming call...

Just on time, like clockwork.

I was happy that my daily schedule finally had stabilized itself. I still often ended up working late, but Kathy was much less bothered by it, and she found her own way to unwind. She often fell asleep during her relaxation sessions and I had to carry her to our bed, but I was glad that she wasn’t annoyed by my workload, which had been pushed into the afternoon because of my morning routine. I usually tried to squeeze in an hour of paperwork just after I woke up, did a short workout and then it was time for my conditioning session.

It had become so automatic, that I didn’t even think about it anymore. I just lay down and hit play. And once the melody and voices came in, everything else stopped mattering. I knew the words by heart now but it still felt like I was hearing them for the first time. Almost as if my consciousness were split into two completely different parts. It didn’t bother me at all. Soothing melody always made me forget about such insignificant worries. I just wanted to relax and listen to everything I was told. And when there were no more voices, that was my sign to call Iris.

I used to call her right after I finished my session, but that had changed. Now she had told me to keep my soothing melody playing and just call her during the conditioning. The melody would keep playing on a loop and I was still lying down on my couch, relaxed and at peace, not even fully awake, but I knew I had to call her right away. I picked up my phone and dialed Iris’ number. She answered almost immediately.

“Hello, Will. How are you feeling today?”

Just hearing her voice sent a jolt of excitement through my body. I had been calling her every day for weeks now and at first, I thought the emotion would fade. But I was actually even more excited to hear her as the days went by.

“Amazing,” I replied truthfully. Everything was so peaceful; I had no cares in the world and her voice was just the cherry on top of a perfect moment.

“I’m glad you say that calling me every day makes you happy, Will.”

That wasn’t exactly what I meant by my reply, but once Iris put it like that, I was inclined to agree with her.

“Yeah, it does, Iris,” I responded with a wide smile.

“That’s why you’ll keep doing it every day, Will. You need to hear my voice, right?”

“Yeah, I need to hear your voice,” I replied eagerly.

It happened more and more lately—when Iris told me something, there was this slight push in my mind, urging me to agree with her. At first it was just this gentle impulse to trust my friend and go along with her wishes, but then it grew into a need to be in her good graces and get closer to her. On top of that I had realized that I ired her confidence and often I trusted her words more than my own judgment. This resulted in me having an even stronger yearning to do what she told me and agree with her every word. This shift didn’t bother me at all and it just seemed natural—like making her happy was my purpose and everyone around me was persuading me to do it.

“You do, Will. That’s because you need to feel my closeness. And it seems perfectly normal to hear my voice every day, regardless of the medium—in person, over the phone or from recording. You are just happy to hear from me.”

“Happy to hear from you, Iris,” I smiled as the pleasant sensation spread through my body. I just couldn’t get enough of my friend lately.

“So, did you think about me at all since yesterday?” Iris asked, expectantly.

“I did,” I answered so quickly it almost sounded pathetic, but that didn’t stop me. “I had a dream about you.”

“You had? Interesting, and what was it about exactly?”

“You modeled another pair of sexy underwear for me,” I itted. Saying this to a friend should be embarrassing and inappropriate, but it was perfectly normal when it came to Iris. “You came for another visit and wanted my opinion,” I expanded and just ing the dream brought a physical reaction from my body.

“Oh, really? You are a naughty boy, imagining me just in my underwear,” despite her words, she didn’t seem offended at all, but rather pleased. “So, tell me more about the underwear I wore. How did it look?”

“It was pink and tiny,” I continued describing my dream. “The bra barely even covered your nipples and the thong was just a couple of strings tied together.”

“That does sound pretty exciting, Will. I didn’t know you were into something like that. Were you aroused by that dream?”

I paused for a second, trying to puzzle out which response was appropriate and which wasn’t, but I found no shame in just itting the truth.

“Yeah, I was very aroused,” I replied and my breathing got quicker. “Your body is incredibly sexy, Iris.”

“Thank you for noticing, Will. It’s always nice to hear appreciation. Especially when you are about to enjoy looking at it again. I need your opinion about something. It’s not as sexy as the dream you described, but take a look and tell me what you think.”

The phone buzzed in my hand and I looked at it without hesitation. Iris had sent me another picture; this time she was dressed just in sheer black bodysuit lingerie that made her figure look even more amazing than usual. Despite her saying it wasn’t sexy, the thing barely covered anything at all and my arousal suddenly spiked to a dangerous level. I kept looking at Iris’s body, my mouth was watering and my breathing was fast and I couldn’t peel my eyes off the photo.

“Do you like it, Will?” Iris asked me, reminding me that I had forgotten to speak.

“Yes. It’s incredible,” I replied with clear excitement in my voice.

“Would you like to see me in something like this?”

“Yeah, please,” I swallowed. Just imagining something like that made my cock rock hard. “Will you come and show me?”

“Oh, aren’t you an eager one all of a sudden?” she let out a little laugh. “Well, before that, we should level the playing field again. You have another photo of my body, so it is only fair you send me one yourself. So, strip and take that picture for me.”

I didn’t question it this time and quickly discarded my clothes, took the picture for her the best I could and hit send.

“What is this?” she commented unhappily. “Why did you keep your underwear on?”

“Your picture is also in underwear,” I offered my reasoning.

“We already talked about that, Will,” she replied dismissively. “My underwear is tiny, see-through or both at the same time. The only fair thing is you being completely naked, do you understand?”

“Yes, Iris,” I responded quickly, afraid that I had offended her. I couldn’t find the willpower to oppose her reasoning. “I understand.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Strip for me and send me another picture.”

I took off my boxer shorts and took another picture for Iris. I still couldn’t stop thinking about the one she had sent me, so I was still sporting a rock-hard erection, but that didn’t stop me and I sent it anyway.

“That is much better. Thank you for that, Will,” I could tell she was genuinely pleased. “You should however still work on your expression and posing. Do you recall the last pose we did together?”

“The one when you made me kneel on the ground?” I ed it well, but still asked to confirm.

“That’s the one. You’ve almost mastered the right expression, the right mindset for that picture. Do you still know what I told you to say, what I told you to think about?”

“I worship you and I’ll obey your every order, Iris,” I immediately recalled those words.

“That’s right—this is the exact mindset you should adopt every time you are about to take a picture for me. Tell me again.”

“I worship you and I’ll obey your every order, Iris,” I repeated the words, trying to make them sound just right.

“Again, but this time with more feeling, Will. I want you to mean it.”

“I worship you and I’ll obey your every order, Iris,” I repeated again, reminding myself of the last time, of how many times I had said those words and how good it felt in the end to say and mean them.

“Better, but we should work on that more. How about we make that part of our daily calls?”

“Part of our calls?” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that.

“Yes, I need you to be good at this, so you need to train this skill every day. You will pose for me and recite these words, just to make sure you can perform perfectly and always think about them. Can you do that for me? It would make me very happy.”

“Always think about those words,” I repeated absentmindedly. I wanted to make Iris happy; I wanted to be even closer to her. “Yes, I will do that for you, Iris.”

“Good, you’ll of course need to be naked so the pose is just right, but we already went over that. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

“I’ll have to be naked, yes,” I agreed. She always sent me provocative photos and me being naked was only fair.

“Good. And since we already touched upon this, you should really take care of your crotch area for these photos, Will. You should be completely shaved down there.”

“I should?” I asked in confusion, not sure why she said that.

“Well, you noticed last time how I am perfectly groomed. You even said it yourself. There is no reason why I should be satisfied with that unkempt look of yours. So, I want you to shave that pubic hair away—all of it. Understood?”

“Yes, Iris. I will do that.” When she put it like that, it suddenly made sense.

When Will agreed to that last suggestion, I bit my lip in excitement. It was honestly a pretty stupid risk to suddenly make him change his habit this rapidly, but the chance of getting a picture of his perfectly shaved erect cock every day was just too good to up. I followed up with a few more suggestions that should help him answer any nosy questions about his new routine and moved to a different, more important topic.

To my surprise, Will didn’t know that much about his therapist and she wasn’t even as good of a friend to Katherine as I had believed based on their interaction. They had apparently known each other for a long time, but they had a huge falling out because Katherine mocked Danielle’s work and they only reconnected a few months back. It looked to me like it was mostly because Katherine actually expected to need her therapy and had planned for it in advance, rather than a genuine effort to put past disagreements behind them.

That was actually a very important piece of information because if they weren’t as close as I had first thought, there might be a way for me to solve this issue. I needed more time to fully formulate a good plan, but at least I had a place to start. And I knew just the right person who could help me make the first move.

“I need you to do something else for me, Will.”

“Of course, Iris. Whatever you need,” came the response from the other side of the line and I smiled.

Returning home, I once again found myself somewhat jealous of William, who could do his job while almost never leaving the house. I knew he also worked hard, because he was finishing his assignments instead of spending his time with me, but dealing with people was generally more annoying than just staring at a screen. The good news was, that his work hours didn’t annoy me as much as they used to. I had come to with it being the result of his therapy and he was going through it for us. I stopped bothering him about the long hours and just focused on how great my life would become once he was finally finished with all that. That didn’t, however, mean that other things couldn’t set me off.

Last two weeks had been a total disaster at my work and normally, I would use William to vent or at least as a distraction. But I realized that it was imperative for me to give him some space, stay calm and trust the process. I didn’t want to disturb him by adding even more problems to his pile, so instead I decided to be patient. And while he was diligently doing his sessions, I found my own way to unwind with the metronome. I was skeptical at first, but the more I listened to the file, the easier it got for me to just kick back and let go of all the annoying stuff I had to deal with during the day. At first it was just a crutch, a tool I used to calm my irritation, but now I was happy to close the door of my room and return to the melody that made me feel great.

“Welcome home, honey,” Will said, coming down the stairs to say hello. But I could already tell that he was only going to greet me and then return to work, which he confirmed right away.

Few weeks back, it felt like he was getting more excitable around me and my touch provoked a physical reaction from him, but that had slowly faded and although he was affectionate around me, there wasn’t any other progress to be seen. But I knew that if I just remained patient and trusted the process, everything would work out in the end. William hugged me, then excused himself and went back up the stairs, before pausing for a second.

“I almost forgot to tell you, a small package arrived for you, I left it on the table.”

I picked up the oversized parcel curiously because I wasn’t expecting anything. According to the postage, it looked like it was sent from the same place as the last gift I received, from where Danielle was staying. And sure enough, when I opened the parcel, two things fell out—a USB stick and a printed letter from Danielle. Well, that was weird. Why didn’t she just send it via email? I guess while she was sending me the parcel, she just decided to print it out. I shrugged and began reading her letter.

Dear Kathy,

Sorry for not being in touch, but my workload had been crazy lately and I know I don’t have to explain that to you, but I didn’t want to seem like I’ve forgotten about you two. As I’ve said many times before, the process will be slow and you have to be patient, but you will reap the rewards in the end. I don’t want to appear insensitive towards your situation, so I’ve made an updated file for you. It should ease up at least some of your worries, should you choose to listen to it.

It is just a follow up file with the same musical background and few more affirmations that will make things easier for you. Just a heads up—I obviously didn’t have your voice for these, and using my own would feel weird for both of us. I asked a volunteer who didn’t know what project she was working on, so do not be unsettled by that. Just use it at your own convenience and I’ll prepare another file for William as soon as it is be safe to move forward with his treatment.

Thank you for being patient and understanding.

Sincerely,

Danielle

I frowned at her letter, trying to understand why she ed me like this. I could see why she had sent the metronome in a package, but it hardly made sense to use a physical medium to transfer one file. Then again, maybe she just wanted to add more weight to this gesture, which a digital file just wouldn’t do; it was an old-time trick used by marketers all around the world. Perhaps she was worried about her payments and tried to do something accommodating. Well, that was a nice change and I also noticed that her message had a more polite tone, which I also welcomed. She wasn’t the most pleasant person to deal with, but at least now it looked like she was finally trying to be proactive. I wasn’t happy about some random voice being added into the mix, but so far, her files had been effective at calming me down and I was willing to give her a chance.

William was already back in his office and I briefly pondered trying to spend some more time with him, but then I thought about listening to the melody that made me feel so good and I went to my room instead. I needed to rest anyway and this would both make me feel good and give Will time to finish his assignments. I just needed to be patient with him. I thought about starting the regular file first, but then I shrugged and plugged the USB stick in. The metronome came to life automatically and once it recognized a media file on the drive, it started playing the new recording. I wanted to stay alert for the new phrases at first, but once the music came on, the tension left my body and I eased myself onto the couch. It was so amazing that I could just play this song and all the worries I had brought from work vanished into thin air. And when the first words arrived, I was already relaxed to the point of not caring at all.

“You need to stay calm.”

The familiar sound of my own voice lulled me deeper into relaxation, just like it always did. Maybe it was the reason why this file was so effective in the first place—hearing my own words just made it that much more impactful than listening to someone else droning on.

“You need to trust the process.”

I’ve already experienced the effectiveness of these files and that was the proof that finally made me believe that this whole thing would succeed. Will just needed to continue his conditioning and everything would work out. And as long as I listened to these files, I could wait for him to finish.

“You have to be patient.”

I had long ago learned to play the long game. That was how I got my job and that was how I ended up with my boyfriend. If waiting was just the last hurdle I needed to overcome for my life to become perfect, patience was the easiest price to pay.

There were other affirmations in the file—most of them I had already heard over and over again, and for a long time, the recording sounded just the same as the old file. Only when it looped around did I realize there was a faint echo after my own words, like someone were repeating them after me. It was just at the edge of my hearing, so I needed to concentrate on the echo, but after some time, I was sure it was really there, getting louder and louder as time went by.

“This voice is here to help you,” another person repeated the same words after me.

It was weird hearing someone else talking in these files, but I was already so relaxed, that I didn’t really mind. And the notion felt nice—having someone helping me with my problems sounded like the best thing ever.

“This voice belongs to your friend,” the repetition came again, this time even clearer.

Something about that voice seemed weirdly familiar, but I couldn’t place it, because it still remained really quiet. The pronunciation and the tone were really pleasant, though, and just the thought of having friend by my side seemed comforting.

“You want to listen to the voice of your friend.”

As she echoed my words, I realized this thing was starting to get confusing. Was she telling me to trust my own voice or was I telling myself to trust her? But before I could think about it further, more repetitions came.

“This melody will always calm you down...”

“This melody will always make you feel safe...”

Her voice was getting louder, and it still had this weird, familiar tone to it, but I couldn’t be bothered to think about where I knew it from. I was just safe and at peace and nothing could upset me once I reached this state. More repetitions came still.

“Hearing this melody will always make you more receptive and agreeable...”

“You’ll always want to return to this melody, because it makes you feel great...”

She was still repeating my words, but my voice was fading away, while hers was getting stronger and more pronounced. It didn’t matter though, because she was right; the melody always made me feel great.

“And you’ll want to hear this voice again, because it brings you pleasant feelings,” my own voice said and I couldn’t recall ever recording something like that.

“And you’ll want to hear this voice again, because it brings you pleasant feelings,” the other person echoed. It was louder, more convincing and confident.

And while my words became even quieter and more subdued, hers were getting only more pronounced. She sounded delightful and charming, like someone I really wanted to listen to and although she had started by repeating my words at first, that became just a memory and I could barely hear my own voice while she became the center of my attention.

“My voice is something you will just get used to and you won’t be alarmed by it at all.”

I barely even noticed that she had changed the way these repetitions were phrased, my own words had already helped me to get used to her and the transition went smoothly. It was so easy to just lie there and listen to whatever was being said.

“In fact, it will have the same effect as the melody you already love so much. You’ll want to come back and listen again and again, because my voice makes you feel amazing. You won’t consciously think about it like that though; you’ll just know the relaxation file is becoming more and more enjoyable.”

She was right again—I got used to listening and relaxing so much that it became part of my routine and it helped me unwind every day after work. And if her delightful voice was going to make it better, I was only too happy to hear more of it.

“And while I talk to you, this melody will make you more receptive and agreeable, so my words can help you even further.”

The notion of her helping me came like some kind of revelation. Never before today had I thought about needing someone’s assistance, but the more I listened, the more appealing she sounded.

“When you hear my voice, it becomes so easy for you to relax and become ive. You don’t need to be worried, you don’t need to think at all, you just need to open your mind to my suggestions. Listening to me is way easier than trying to form your own thoughts, anyway.”

I couldn’t offer any opposition. The way she talked disarmed me so completely, that I had trouble keeping up. My mind was processing her words only slowly and before I could react, there were more words coming, more words I needed to listen to.

“This state brings you so much pleasure that you’ll find yourself craving it more as time goes by. Just relaxing, becoming open and suggestible, and letting someone else be in control will be an experience you’ll want to repeat again and again. You’ll know that this file and my voice can give you everything you want and need. Every time you listen, you’ll become more ive and relaxed and my words will help you to lose more control and that will bring you even more pleasant feelings.”

I couldn’t ever craving something like that, but the more she talked, the more enticing the notion of losing control sounded. There was something about her voice that made me want to go along with what she suggested.

“Losing control means you won’t have to worry about problems or solve difficult situations. I’ll always be there to help you, to give you good advice, to tell you what to do. You don’t need to decide anything, you just need to come back to this file and listen to it again and again. And each time you’ll do it, my voice will make you feel even better. These moments of peace and tranquility will become the most precious part of your afternoon. So precious in fact, that you won’t be able to stop yourself from listening to this file every day.”

Not being able to resist seemed like something that should raise a concern, but I was enjoying the experience way too much. I could finally relax and let go and it was simply too good to up. And all I had to do was to listen and enjoy myself.

“This is your time to let go and leave someone else in charge and you are already doing it. Your mind is open, receptive, and agreeable and my voice has all the power. The longer you listen to me, the weaker you become and my influence over you will grow even more complete. But that is perfectly fine—you are listening to this file to make yourself feel better and that will happen every time you come back. You won’t think about it much and you won’t question the things you hear, because everything else will feel just perfect.”

Outside world faded away and I was just basking in this tranquil, peaceful state. I stopped thinking about my worries, I stopped thinking about my work, and I stopped thinking about everything else. I just kept listening and relishing this amazing experience.

“You are not enjoying these pleasant sensations despite losing control, but because of it. Losing control means more pleasure, being weak means more pleasure, surrendering to my voice means more pleasure. That’s why you’re going to do it again and again. You can’t stop yourself; you are already too weak and too addicted to listening, and you know that this file will make everything better. When you wake up after listening, you won’t what happened, you’ll just be sure that this is the thing that helps you through the day and you’ll want to listen to it as often as possible. And there is one more thing...”

I sat at home, wondering if that bitch Katherine was already listening to my file. It had taken me way too long to complete it, almost two weeks, but I needed it to have the perfect composition. I was afraid that I had packed too many things into a single session, but she had already been prepared for weeks and the regularity with which she returned to her previous files made me confident that this one would work as well. Will had already confirmed that my package arrived today. It took some time to arrange, but it looked as if it was sent from the country Danielle was currently residing in. I wasn’t completely happy with the letter either, but it was able.

My first idea was to just pose as the therapist and use a spoofed email address, but I decided against it. It would be too easy for her to write back afterwards, demand an immediate response and that could complicate things. Or she might have returned to her computer later and just sent an entirely new email to the correct address, which would be very, very bad. This way, there was a solid chance she would just listen to it a few times and after that she might not even be in the mood to the therapist. I just needed to divert attention from electronic communication and hopefully, that would be enough. People were sometimes easy that way.

But even as I kept thinking about all this, I didn’t stop for a second, continuing to work on new audio files, both for Katherine and for Will. She had just begun listening to this new file and even if everything panned out, I wouldn’t be able to introduce another one for a couple of weeks, but Will was completely different story. He had already fallen under the influence of the last file two weeks ago and since then, it was getting only stronger. I briefly paused, smiled and opened my new favorite folder.

It was an ever-growing gallery filled with pictures of one particular kind. Relaxed Will, sprawled on his couch, completely naked with a hard, erect cock. He had shaved and now he was keeping his groin area completely smooth. And at the end of every call, he stripped for me and sent me another picture of his naked body, while he told me that he worshiped me and would do everything I told him. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Yeah, we were almost there.