The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stephen Tallon, the star of Dr. Stephen Tallon: Master of Hypnotism!, was tall, handsome, and unbelievably charismatic. From the moment he appeared on the stage, he commanded the theatre effortlessly. Jane definitely found herself attracted to this fellow’s ramrod-straight posture, his square jaw, his build, his five-hundred-dollar haircut, and that cocky glint in his eyes whenever he grinned. The man’s soothing baritone rippled through his unseen body mic.

“…and one thing I will promise you, ladies and gentlemen,” Tallon was saying grandly. “If you come up on this stage and get hypnotized, you may never what you did… or what you said… or what you temporarily believed. But you will always know you had a once-in-a-lifetime experience! That I promise you.”

He clapped his hands together. “So! Who’s ready to be the stars of my show? Come on up!”

Lacy jumped to her feet, yanking Jane out of her own chair. “Let’s go!” the bride cried.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait?!?” pleaded Jane.

The lights up on the stage were incredibly bright.

Jane stood close to Lacy, as if she hoped she might safely hide behind her oldest friend. The bride, plus Ashlyn, DeFaun, Sariah, and perhaps twenty other nervous volunteers, stood on the stage, blinking back at the theatre audience.

There was a long row of comfortable chairs set on the stage, currently empty.

“Now then, folks,” Tallon rumbled, turning to address his volunteers. “How shall we proceed? Ah, I know.”

With deliberate steps, he began stepping towards Sariah. The olive-skinned woman stared at him, both amazed and petrified.

Without breaking eye , Tallon said intensely, “Hello, ma’am. And what is your name?”

“Sariah,” she said immediately.

“No, that is not your name,” the hypnotist told her firmly. “When I snap my fingers, you now utterly believe that your name is Jazel. Your name is Jazel. Believe it, now!”

With a swift gesture, Tallon slashed his arm through the air, snapping once. Sariah blinked.

“And what is your name, please?” the hypnotist asked again.

Sariah didn’t hesitate. “I’m Jazel,” she said plainly.

Beside Jane, Lacy let in an excited gasp. “Holy shit, he got Sarrie! He’s good.”

“Now your name is Wonder Woman,” Tallon instructed Sariah, snapping once more. “What is your name, ma’am?”

“I am Wonder Woman,” Sariah blankly declared.

“Very good,” smiled the hypnotist. “Have a seat, Wonder Woman.”

As if oblivious to everyone else, Sariah turned and sat in a chair.

“You will sleep…!” Tallon commanded, ing one hand before Sairah’s glazed eyes.

Immediately, Sariah’s beautiful face went blank. Her eyes fell closed, and her body sagged like a rag doll.

The audience murmured excitedly. Some applauded.

But Tallon was only getting started. He turned around, gesturing to Ashlyn. “You, ma’am!” he declared. “Sit next to your friend.”

As if she had no will of her own, Ashlyn obediently stepped forward. Was she already hypnotized? Jane didn’t see how that was possible. And yet, Ashlyn moved as if she were sleepwalking. She sat next to Sariah without objection or hesitation.

“Look at me?” Tallon instructed.

Ashlyn stared up at the hypnotist. Her eyes were wide. Her lips opened slightly. Her expression was blank.

“Sleep!” commanded Tallon, snapping his fingers.

Instantly, Ashlyn was out. Like Sairah, the beautiful redhead collapsed into complete relaxation, becoming lifeless and still. Tallon carefully draped her limp body against the unprotesting Sairah.

“How is he doing this???” Lacy whispered, excited.

Jane’s heart pounded. The hypnotism was starting already??? How was that happening? Didn’t the hypnosis guy want to test every volunteer first, to make sure they could go under? Jane was shocked at how quickly things seemed to be happening.

“Now you, ma’am!” demanded Tallon, now beaconing to DeFaun.

The lovely African-American offered even less resistance than Sariah or Ashlyn. Within seconds, DeFaun was seated, entranced, and then dropped into a magical slumber.

Now Tallon worked even faster. Within less than three minutes, all of his volunteers save Lacy and Jane were placed into a chair, then instantly hypnotized with a snap of Tallon’s strong fingers. How the handsome fellow was doing this, Jane couldn’t say. But his power was undeniable.

With a confident grin, Tallon next fixed his eyes onto Lacy. “Come forward, ma’am.”

“Yes…” Lacy breathed.

Unresisting, the bride glided forward, allowing Tallon to take her by the hand.

“Is this your bachelorette party week, ma’am?” the hypnotist asked smoothly.

“Yes…” responded Lacy. She sounded almost drugged.

How did he know that? Jane wondered in fear.

Tallon’s powerful eyes were locked upon Lacy’s. The hypnotist rumbled, “Ma’am, for the rest of this week, anytime someone mentions your wedding, you will immediately declare, ‘I got hypnotized in Vegas! Getting hypnotized rocks!’ You will then immediately forget that you said anything. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Lacy murmured.

“Sit down.”

Lacy automatically moved to an empty chair, next to DeFaun. She sat, and then Tallon put her into sleep. Lacy obeyed his every instruction to the letter.

And now, Jane was the last volunteer.

She could feel all those eyes in the audience, watching her in breathless anticipation. Her heart thundered like a kettle drum.

I’ve gotta get out of here! Jane thought at herself desperately. I gotta get off the stage, get out of this theatre, get back to the hotel, where-

“Ma’am.” Tallon was gazing straight at her.

Suddenly Jane’s legs were numb. Her voice was silent. She couldn’t think.

“Tell me, ma’am,” Tallon said pleasantly, coming to stand directly before the terrified young woman, “do you think you can be hypnotized?”

Jane swallowed.

“…no…?” she squeaked.

Tallon smiled, amused. “Sit in a chair.”

On its own, Jane’s body turned and obeyed. She was completely unable to stop herself.

Soon, Jane found herself sitting beside the motionless Lacy. Her old friend looked dead asleep, still and helpless.

Leaning forward, Tallon stared into Jane’s eyes.

“Listen to me very carefully, ma’am,” he said to her. “You will now find that you are the world’s best hypnotic subject. You will go more deeply into hypnosis than anyone else on this stage. You will find that being hypnotized will feel like the best experience of your life. Do you understand?”

Jane found herself meekly saying, “…yes.”

“Sleep!” Tallon commanded her.

Jane’s eyes fell closed.

She ed nothing more.

“…one, two, three, four, and five!!!” Jane heard finger snaps.

She opened her eyes, sitting up in her chair. What had just happened? What…?

Oh, yes. Jane ed. She and everyone on this stage were dance contestants, here to compete for the grand prize! Mr. Tallon, that nice man, was MC’ing the show.

Jane felt great. Her body was relaxed. Her mind was clear. She had no worries, no troubles, nothing bothering her in the slightest. Life was grand! Of course… Jane couldn’t how she got up on this stage… But did that really matter? Naw. Jane was just happy to be present.

“Now, then,” Tallon cried out, once again using his body mic, “who’s ready to win tonight’s competition?”

Oooo!

Jane almost jumped out of her chair. Like an eager kid at school, her hand shot up high into the air. She waved like a flag.

“Me!” Jane shouted excitedly. “Me! I’m ready to win! Meeee!!!”

The other contestants, Lacy included, were also raising their hands and yelling loudly. Annoyed, Jane tried to raise her voice even more.

“Well, let’s see then…” Mr. Tallon said matter-of-factly. He touched a button on his little remote control.

An old Bee Gees disco song boomed from the theatre loudspeakers.

This was her chance! Excited, Jane leapt from her chair. She sprinted to the lip of the stage, struck a classic Seventies pose, then began to swing her hips in time to the music.

The audience roared with laughter, but Jane took no notice. She was disco dancing her way to that prize! She would win! Nothing was more important.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jane spotted Lacy, Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sariah, also strutting their stuff. Did they think they could beat her? No way! True, Ashlyn had some great, sexy moves. But Jane was better. She began swiveling her rear end in larger and larger circles.

“Wait!” cried out Mr. Tallon. “We have a music change!”

The Bee Gees faded out. Now “Bongo” by Cardi B began playing.

Instantly, Jane knew what she must do. With no control over her own body, she spun around, bent at the knees and hips, and began twerking at the audience. She was gonna win this competition!

Mr. Tallon snapped his fingers.

Jane’s mind whirled. What was…?

Oh, right. She ed.

Jane was a drill instructor for the US Army. She snapped to attention, spinning about on her heels to face her latest bunch of recruits, also on this stage with her. Lordy, what a bunch of apes! The recruits—Lacy, Ashlyn, DeFaun, Sariah, others—gawked back at her, almost daring her wrath.

“Stand at attention!” roared Jane, using her scariest voice. “Chins up! Shoulders square! Guts in! Butts squeezed! Arms in! Do it, do it, do it, DO IT!!!”

Terrified, her recruits hurried to obey.

The audience in the theatre laughed heartily, but Jane paid them no attention.

“What sad, sad bunch!” the young woman snarled, pacing before her trembling recruits. “I’ve seen me tougher faces at the local preschool! You drips call yourselves Army material? DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!”

As the soldiers scrambled to obey her, Jane folded her arms and scowled.

Snap, snap!

Jane’s eyes fluttered open. Where was…?

Oh, she ed!

She was one of the finalists at Miss America! This was the pageant! It was time for her runway walk!

Hurriedly composing herself, Jane leapt out of her chair. She looked down at herself.

She was wearing a gorgeous ballgown, made from rich pink and purple silks. Oh, how the skirt billowed about her legs! Without having to look, Jane knew that her hair and makeup were both elaborate and perfect. She was a princess.

Using her best pageant smile, Jane strutted to the edge of the stage, cheerfully gulf-waving to the audience. She swung her hips a little—that wasn’t required, but a little sex appeal couldn’t hurt her chances, could it? It thrilled her that the audience clapped and cheered for her.

Once her walk was finished, Jane took up her position to stand with the other Miss American finalists: Lacy, Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sariah. Each of these ladies was sparkling, utterly beautiful. They wore plastic smiles as Jane ed them.

Mr. Tallon stepped forward. “And the next Miss America is…” he announced dramatically, “…her!”

And he pointed to Jane.

Jane’s heart soared. Bursting into tears of joy, she happily glided forward, gratefully waving to the audience. The applause was thunderous. The “Miss America” theme song soared on the theatre loudspeakers. All was perfect with the world!

“Oh, thank you!” Jane sobbed happily. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so very much!”

“…and now, awaken!” Snap, snap!

Jane sat up in her stage chair. What had just happened? She blinked. Her memory was foggy…

Thinking back, Jane decided: She wasn’t hypnotized. She vaguely ed that Stephen Tallon guy staring into her eyes and saying strange words… but she couldn’t anything else. So she couldn’t be hypnotized, right? Right.

The beautiful young woman looked about. She was sitting in one of those theatre chairs, seated between Lacy and Sariah. Ashlyn and DeFaun were nearby. Out in the audience, perhaps a thousand people were watching her, eagerly.

What where those people staring at Jane for? She wasn’t hypnotized. This didn’t make a lot of sense…

“Ladies,” Tallon said, strolling to center stage, “do you know what I have here?”

With grand showmanship, the stage hypnotist reached into his suitcoat… and drew out…

A plastic squirt gun.

Jane blinked in puzzlement. The little yellow toy looked ridiculously small in Tallon’s powerful hand. He couldn’t have paid more than ninety-nine cents for it at a Seven-Eleven.

But Tallon brandished the gun as if it were real.

“You ladies know what this is?” he asked again. “It’s a state-of-the-art Orgasm Gun.” He pronounced the words with an unmistakable Capital-O, Capital-G.

As the audience chuckled but the people on stage stared blankly, Tallon went on. “This model Orgasm Gun is the Orgasmatron 5000,” he said, deep iration in his voice. “The very latest in American technology. It was developed by a crack research team of Sex Scientists, so you know it’s worth its weight in gold, right? With one blast from this sucker, any woman will have a dynamic, wonderful orgasm, right on the spot. She might just even cream her panties, if the Orgabeam is strong enough.”

Uh-huh, Jane thought dryly. Sure.

But the audience chortled appreciatively.

“You ladies don’t believe me?” Tallon asked, almost hurt. He fiddled with the gun’s controls. “Well, then. Let’s set this thing to an eleven…”

With a dramatic flourish, the hypnotist spun about, dropped into a fighting stance, and fired the gun straight at Ashlyn. He moved as if he were James Bond.

Right away, Ashlyn’s whole body shook. Her beautiful face went red. The redhead’s eyes sagged shut as she then slouched into her chair. Her mouth opened wide as her whole body went tense.

“Ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhh fuckkkk!” Ashlyn wailed, her hips trembling.

Then the redhead jerked once and her head tossed to the side. She moaned loudly. Her small hands reflexively clutched her own thighs.

As the whole theatre watched, spellbound, Ashlyn’s little cries became faster and higher-pitched: “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!”

“It the Orgasmatron 5000!” proclaimed Tallon, as Ashlyn came to a noisy climax. The audience laughed and clapped.

Jane stared at Ashlyn, noting how the other woman was breathing heavily. She was now relaxing into her chair, almost fanning herself with one hand.

Ashlyn really had had an orgasm! An actual, totally real, orgasm! Wow! The Orgasmatron 5000 was the real deal. Jane was amazed.

“Anybody want another demonstration?” Tallon asked the audience.

The spectators whooped and cheered.

Firing from the hip, Tallon zapped DeFaun, then Sariah, then Lacy.

Immediately, all three women squirmed and cried out in pleasure. Lacy actually grabbed Jane’s hand and squeezed, applying frightening pressure. Jane watched as Lacy pressed her own legs together and twisted her body about in her chair.

“Oh, daddy!” cried out Lacy, both her eyes screwed shut. “Mommy likes! Mommy likes! Ugh!!!”

A potent sex aroma reached Jane’s nostrils.

With deliberate, dramatic slowness, Tallon now took aim at Jane.

“How will the Orgasmatron affect our hypnosis rock star?” he asked the audience.

Jane realized that her chest was trembling. She shivered in… fear? anticipation? hope?

Tallon pulled the trigger.

It was as if Jane’s vagina was blasted with every ounce of sexual energy in the universe! Jane felt herself swell, unable to stop the flood of ion now flowing between her legs. Her muscles turned to jelly as the raw ecstasy took control.

Oh God! Jane’s eyes slammed shut on their own. She felt as if she was caught in a river of pleasure, carried along, rushing toward a waterfall of… Oh! Jane’s legs spasmed, and then began to kick like mad.

Falling out of her chair, Jane collapsed onto the stage, curling up into a ball. She felt so wonderful! The waterfall approached…!

YES!!!

Jane screamed aloud, a scream of pure joy and delight. It was as if the Goddess of Life had kissed her, right in the vage! Oh, the feeling!

For a timeless eternity, Jane writhed, helpless in her universe of pleasure. Her mind went utterly blank, and she merely allowed her body to soak in the wonderful feelings.

…gradually…

Jane felt her own breathing. Her heart was racing. There was a light sheen of sweat on her chest and the back of her neck. She became aware of her body lying upon the hard stage.

“Hey, now!” Tallon’s voice appeared in the air. He laughed. “Don’t give yourself a heart attack!”

Surprised, Jane slowly climbed back onto her feet. Shaking like a leaf, she sat back in her chair. She looked about.

The whole audience was gaping at her, silent and thunderstruck. Lacy, Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sairah eyed her with something like jealousy in their eyes.

Tallon laughed again, appearing before Jane. “Damn!” he said cheerfully. “You know what? You keep this.”

He handed Jane the sex gun.

Dazed, Jane merely replied, “…thanks.”

The hypnotist turned and bowed to the audience, who broke into an enthusiastic ovation.

As they applauded, Jane couldn’t help but slip on hand between her legs. Her underwear was sticky and wet.

“Oh my God!!!” Lacy cackled. “That was fucking awesome!”

Jane blinked stupidly. She, Lacy, Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sariah were now squeezed into a table at Double Down, a small upscale bar ading the Majestic Theatre. It was… what time was it? Jane hadn’t a clue. A whiskey shot was in her hand, which Jane supposed she must have ordered.

Lacy and the bridesmaids were laughing, jogging their hazy memories to the performance. “I can’t fucking believe that the hypnoguy totally made me think I was a Miss America contestant!” Lacy marveled. “What the fuck? I hate Miss America!”

“But I wanted to win that crown so bad,” Ashlyn said in agreement.

DeFaun and Sariah also nodded. “And that dance competition?” DeFaun ed. “It was like…” She paused, trying to summon the words. “Shit.”

“Like, I knew he was going to use key words to trigger us?” supplied Sariah. She looked thoughtful. “And when he gave us the trigger, my mind went completely blank, you know? I had to do what he commanded me to do. I absolutely could not stop myself from dancing. I had to obey.”

“Yeah. Same.” Ashlyn chuckled. “Its kinda scary, right? How much we got owned?”

“Oh, whatever,” scoffed Lacy. “It was awesome. I love losing control.”

The bride gulped her whiskey sour. “Of course,” she said haughtily, “I can only be under that dude’s spell for a limited time. No way you could use hypnotism on me outside of a theatre.”

“Oh really?” DeFaun asked. “Lace, I’m really looking forward to your wedding.”

Lacy’s eyes went momentarily blank. “I got hypnotized in Vegas!” she crowed automatically. “Getting hypnotized rocks!”

Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sariah all snickered at Lacy’s expense.

“What?” Lacy asked them, annoyed. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” replied DeFaun with a guilty smile.

A thoughtful look crossed the bride’s face. “You know, you guys, the band for our wedding reception party canceled. Maybe I should hire a stage hypnotist?”

“For your… wedding?” Ashlyn smirked.

Without hesitating, Lacy crowed, “I got hypnotized in Vegas! Getting hypnotized rocks!”

Then the blonde woman shook her head. She eyed Jane.

“Whaddabout you, Janie?” she asked. “You haven’t said anything. What happened to you in the show?”

“I…” Jane’s mind went completely blank. Compelled by an urge she didn’t understand, she found herself confessing, “When the hypno guy shot me with that orgasm gun… I creamed my panties.”

“Goddamn!” chortled Lacy. “That’s worth another drink!” She waved for the server.

Late that night, Jane stared at the ceiling of her hotel room. She couldn’t sleep.

Every moment from Stephen Tallon’s hypnosis show kept swimming about in her mind. …she was Miss America… she was in a twerking contest… she was a US Army officer… she was blasted by the Orgasm Gun…

The Orgasm Gun.

Jane involuntarily shivered. Jesus, when was the last time she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t from masturbating? It had been… two years? Two years. Since then, she’d had her “difficulties” with Todd. Two whole years.

Jane had almost forgotten what a natural orgasm felt like.

A sudden conviction seized the young woman. She threw off her covers, hopped out of bed, then grabbed her purse. Her determination growing, Jane emptied the whole purse out over the mattress. Then she dug through its contents.

Lipstick, wallet, pocket mirror, gum, nail file, extra phone charger, pocket tissues, Vegas brochure map… ugh, where was it??? Where???

Jane’s fingers located what she sought: The tiny plastic squirt gun that Stephen Tallon had given her. The Orgasmatron 5000. The yellow toy was smooth in her hands.

Jane stared at the little toy. When she’d been in the show, getting hit by this little gizmo felt… so incredible! So sensuous. Jane actually trembled at the memory.

Feeling a little foolish… and yet, hoping against hope… Jane aimed the Orgasmatron at herself. She pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Disappointed, Jane deliberately pointed the gun at her crotch and tried again. Then again. Then once more. She got nothing, each time. The little object in her hands was nothing but plastic and air.

You’re an idiot, Jane told herself.

Angry, she threw the squirt gun into her open suitcase.