The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Drake’s private room at the Roxy was tucked behind the stage, just as he’d described. This little cement chamber was poorly-lit, with no windows, a drop ceiling, and a drab, gray floor. A wide makeup table was against one wall; the other wall featured a pair of beat-up couches. This room had no circulation whatsoever, and the thick air smelled dank and smokey.

Jane allowed Drake to escort her inside. The hypnotist closed the door. They were alone.

What was she doing??? Jane could scarcely believe herself. Was she thinking clearly? Or—Jane’s heart thudded on a new thought—during the show, had Drake slipped an extra compulsion into her subconscious? Was Jane now obeying a subliminal command that she couldn’t ? That was an unsettling thought.

I should so get out of here, the young woman thought to herself. I should run out of this shitty theatre, grab a cab, go to the airport, and hop the first flight back to St. Louis.

“Sooooo then,” Drake said grandly, sitting on a couch, “You said you have questions? So let’s talk.”

Jane hesitated. Drake seemed pleasant enough. He folded his hands, waiting for her to speak.

Be smart about this, Jane implored herself. Don’t do anything foolish!

So the young woman deliberately sat on the other couch. She crossed her legs. Clasped her hands before her. Sat up straight. Composed her thoughts.

If he was disappointed by her distance, Drake gave no sign. He waited for Jane to speak.

“Yeah…” Jane said slowly. “Um, where to begin…?”

“You have questions about hypnotism,” Drake reminded her.

At this prompt, Jane’s mind snapped back into gear. “Yeah,” she said. “Like… how do you do it? With the words you say, right? Or eye ? Can you hypnotize me—I mean, other people—by eye ?”

Drake shrugged. “Yes to all that.”

“You can hypnotize someone with your eyes? Wow.”

“I can,” Drake said easily. He cocked his head to one side. “But… sorry, what’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m Jane.”

“Ah, okay. Jane, look, I’m gonna go out on a limb here…” Now the attractive man leaned forward. “These are not the questions you really want to ask me. Are they?”

“Well, um…” Jane swallowed. “I don’t have some hidden agenda.”

“You do,” Drake told her. “That’s okay. Everybody does.”

Jane felt uneasy. “I should go.”

“Okay, then,” the hypnotist allowed. “But if you walk out, you’ll never learn what you need to know.”

Oddly, Jane was offended at his brashness. “Oh? You can read me so easily?”

“Yeah,” Drake said simply.

Hotly, Jane demanded, “What do you think I need to know?”

“I’m not sure,” itted the man. “But I know how we might find out.”

There was something about the Drake’s subtle arrogance that irked Jane. “I should go,” she said again.

“Wait,” Drake said sharply. “Look into my eyes.”

Jane’s breath caught. The hypnotist’s dark gaze was locked upon her. Had he already been working his magic on her? Had be been concentrating on her all this time, slowly entrancing her? Jane was both alarmed… and intrigued.

“Come here,” Drake said plainly. “Sit by me.”

Without thinking, Jane found herself rising to her feet. She stepped forward, then seated herself next to her host.

“That’s better,” smiled Drake, absently brushing a stray lock of Jane’s hair from her eyes. “There’s nothing to be worried about. Now, let’s talk about the question you really want to ask me.”

“I…” Jane’s brain seemed to be locked up. “I can’t… what…”

“Yes, you can,” the hypnotist told her. “I think you’re just shy.”

“I’m not shy,” Jane dumbly insisted.

“I mean, your question is deeply personal. You wouldn’t want anyone in your life to know that you were here, with me, alone in this room.”

For an instant, Jane’s thoughts flashed back to Todd. No, she was glad Todd couldn’t see her right now. Of course, she and Todd were on a break…

“Let me help you out,” Drake murmured. Speaking firmly, he said, “When I snap my fingers, you will ask me the question you are burning to ask me.”

He snapped.

Immediately, Jane demanded, “How come you didn’t hypnotize me to have an orgasm?”

The moment the words had escaped, Jane turned bright red.

“Omigod,” she gushed, “I can’t believe I just—“

“Shhh,” Drake said, unconcerned. “Its fine. Your deepest desire was talking.”

He leaned closer, his handsome face now filling Jane’s vision. Jane felt the man’s hand rest upon her thigh.

“I thought about making you cum, during the show,” Drake itted. “You were under so deep. You having an O would have brought the house down.”

“So why didn’t you?” Jane wanted to know.

“Maybe I still yet do it,” teased Drake. “Maybe… if you wanted to kiss me.”

He snapped his fingers, again.

In the moment, Jane had to kiss him. She had to. She couldn’t stop herself.

The young woman leaned forward, bringing her mouth to Drake’s. His lips were course and a little too forceful, nothing like Todd’s. But Jane didn’t care. She allowed the kiss to deepen.

What am I doing? she thought in dismay. The situation was spiraling out of control.

Drake’s hands wandered up, touching her arms. His fingertips slid along her muscles, exploring her shoulders. Then one grateful palm wandered down her front to cup a breast. Jane felt a shiver of excitement.

After a moment’s fondling, Drake broke the kiss. “When I snap my fingers,” he rasped, “you’ll forget yourself and make out with me like I’m your boyfriend.”

Jane heard the click of his fingers.

In that moment, the beautiful young woman felt a rush of desire. God, Drake was hot! She could feel the closeness of his body, appreciate his strong muscles, let his faint musk fill her nostrils. Jane surged forward, kissing the hypnotist with a ion that she hadn’t tasted in years. This felt amazing!

Jane and Drake French-kissed, unable to get enough of one another. With awkward movements, Drake slid down the couch, and then Jane straddled his lap. Now their chests were pressed together, their lips attacking one another with abandon. Jane couldn’t think. All she wanted to do was drink this man in, adore him, devour him. Her heart raced.

Drake’s strong hands were pulling at her top. She felt the room’s hot air on her back as he reached underneath the garment, his fingers seeking her breasts. Jane arched her back as best she could, trying not to lose the deep, wet kiss that she and Drake were enjoying.

Oh God… she thought excitedly. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!

Indeed, her wet vagina was starting to purr with a ferocity. Jane pushed her hips closer to Drake’s body. She could feel his erection under his tros, almost poking her in the belly.

Drake pushed her top up, then her bra. Jane felt her breasts roll free. His hands were quickly on her nipples. She moaned.

It was Drake who broke the kiss. He wanted to suck on her chest. Well, that was fine, Jane wouldn’t mind a little mammary stimulation. She leaned back, lifted her girls up to his mouth. Drake went to work.

He was a crude kisser, but Jane liked the man’s clumsy savageness. The way his tongue lashed her nipples was quite nice, indeed! She buried her clawed fingers into his thick hair.

“Uhhhh, baby,” Jane found herself mumbling. “Yeah, baby, make me cum, I wanna cum, hypnotize me to cum…”

But to her consternation, the hypnotist slowed down. Then he stopped kissing on Jane’s body entirely. He leaned back against the couch, looking at her with a bemused, quizzical expression.

“What?” Jane panted, still trying to pull him closer. “What, c’mon! I’m here! Make me cum, I wanna—“

“Jane?” said Drake, quite firmly. “Now you will… sleep!”

He snapped his fingers, once.

Jane’s whole body sagged and collapsed against him. Before she knew it, she was dropping into complete relaxation. She knew no more.

“Jane! Hey, Jane!”

Jane snapped back to the present. “What?” she almost cried out.

At this, Lacy gave her oldest friend a funny look. “You with us?” she wisecracked.

Clearing her throat, Jane said, “Yeah. Of course. Totally with you.”

Embarrassed, she turned to another rack.

It was mid-afternoon, the very next day. The last day of Lacy’s bachelorette weekend. She, Lacy, Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sariah were in Tannen’s, a ladies’ boutique off the Luxor casino. This was the shopping excursion, the last low-key event before the final party (dinner and karaoke). Then, they were jetting off to San Diego, and Lacy’s wedding.

Jane shook her head, willing herself to concentrate. Why was she so light-headed?

Well… she thought she knew why. Over the last forty-eight hours, she’d been put under deep hypnosis, what, three times? That had to affect her concentration. Jane felt lucky to have a handful of brain cells still in working order.

What had Drake done to her? Jane thought back, probing her foggy memory. She recalled… She recalled Drake’s raunchy hypnosis show, although a lot of that felt like a bizarre sex dream. Then she ed meeting the hypnotist at the Old Roxy bar… talking with him… following him to his backstage room… something about an important question… and then…

Jane had made out with Drake.

What had come over her? Jane wished she knew. She’d always been the reserved girl, the timid one when it came to sex. Hell, back in high school, she ed watching Lacy fearlessly seduce older boys as if there was nothing to it. Jane could have never been so bold with men.

And yet, yesterday Jane had been that bold.

So why did she feel so restless???

“Hey, you guys?” Lacy called out. “How about this one?”

The blonde bride raised up a long black party dress, holding it over her body.

“Whaddya think?” Lacy wanted to know. “Is it me?”

“Oh yeah, that’s hot,” Sariah said dryly. “If this was the 1880’s.”

“Urmgh, fine, you’re right,” Lacy grunted, thrusting the dress back onto the rack. “Trouble is, I don’t know what I want.”

“Yeah…” Jane agreed, flipping through more dresses. “I don’t know what I want, either…”

On their own, Jane’s hands selected a small eggshell blue strapless dress that sparkled with a thousand sequins. The dress seemed… so cool. It looked like shimmering water upon a shallow lake. It had no sleeves, a very short miniskirt, and an open space where you could see the wearer’s abdomen. It was a I’m-getting-laid-tonight dress, no doubt.

Absently, Jane ran her fingertips over the dress’s sequins.

She was thinking about Drake, again. The way he’d kissed her. Slid his hands beneath her clothes. Touched her nipples. Made her body quiver with erotic electricity.

And yet… and here Jane frowned… Drake had still broken his promise to her. Despite all the masculine attention he’d showered upon Jane… she still hadn’t climaxed!

The more Jane thought about her lack of an orgasm, the more it vexed her.

A sudden conviction seized her.

“Hey Janie,” said Lacy, coming over. “Whaddya got there?” She peered at the dress in Jane’s hands.

“What do you think?” Jane asked her.

Lacy almost choked. “Omigod, Jane!”

“What?” Jane asked innocently.

Ashlyn, DeFaun, and Sariah were taking an interest. “Let us see?” Sariah asked.

So Jane dutifully held the little dress over her body. Slightly joking, she struck a model’s pose.

The other bridesmaids gawked. “I… wow,” was all DeFaun could manage.

“You’ve gotta be brave to wear that,” Ashlyn said in iration. “And a Size 1.”

“And have the body for it,” added Sariah.

DeFaun gave her sisters a reproachful look. “Oh, our Janie has the body for it.”

Jane looked down at herself. The dress’s miniskirt would show off all of her legs, most of her stomach, and might not cover the bottom of her buttocks. It was a Dress of Seduction, designed to snare men’s gazes, then keep them hypnotized.

“I’m getting this,” Jane declared.

Lacy stared at her friend. “You sure, Janie? Wearing this dress in public… you’d be totally on display. I’m not brave enough to pull it off, seriously.”

That clinched it! Jane had to have the dress.

In the backseat of the taxi, Jane glanced at her phone. Almost 8:30 in the evening. Yep, it was time.

Feeling a little guilty, the beautiful young woman tapped a few buttons, then raised the phone to her ear. The line rang and rang, and then:

“…’lo?” Lacy’s voice said. “Janie, is that you?”

“Uh, Lacy?” Jane said, speaking a little too loudly. “Uh, you there?”

“Yeah. Where are you?” Lacy was annoyed.

Jane winced, then proceeded with her white lie: “Listen, listen, my phone’s about to die! What was the name of the karaoke place, again?”

Before Lacy could answer, Jane powered her phone off. She slipped it back into her micropurse.

The taxi driver was observing through the rear-view mirror.

“You don’t understand,” Jane snapped at him. “I… I need to do this.”

“Hey, no judgement,” the driver shrugged. He slowed, then pulled up to the curb. “Here we are.”

Jane blinked, looking out the taxi window. They were outside the Old Roxy Theatre.

“Hey!” Jane told the teenager working the Roxy box office. “The R-rated hypnosis show is playing tonight, right?”

“Uh… yeah…” The pimple-faced teen gulped. “But, uh, that show isn’t for another four hours, ma’am. Curtain tonight is at twelve-thirty.”

Shit, thought Jane. Why is Vegas constantly working against me?

She thought fast. “Hey, do you know if the hypnotist is in?”

“Yeah, he’s in the back room,” the teen replied. He obviously swept his eyes over Jane’s figure. “Are you the sexy assistant?”

The sexy assistant…? Jane frowned.

On impulse, she looked down to realize… she was wearing the little blue dress from the boutique! Jesus, Jane had just bought this outfit a few hours ago! No wonder the cabbie had whistled when she hopped into his car. When had Jane found the time to put it on…?

A quick check with her pocket mirror revealed that Jane had also done her hair and makeup, too.

When had all of this happened? Jane had no memory of returning to her hotel room to get dolled up.

Well… wait a minute… Now that she thought about it…

No, Jane had gone back to her room! Now she ed. Shortly after hitting the boutique, Lacy and party had split up, if only to rest a bit before another late night out on the town. As if in a trance, Jane had returned to her hotel… gotten in the shower… done her hair… squeezed into the dress… done her makeup… and then called the cabbie. She’d done all of this without conscious thought. On autopilot. Again!

Whatever.

There would be time to sort these questions out later. Right now, Jane had to get in to see Dirty Drake. She had to.

“Yeah,” Jane snapped at the teenager, “I’m the sexy assistant.”

“Go right in, ma’am,” he replied.

Within minutes, Jane was pushing her way into the Roxy’s backstage room. She didn’t bother to knock. She just entered.

Drake was inside, chatting with another fellow, who was obviously a stagehand of some sort. The stagehand was dressed in black, even down to his black sneakers with black laces. Both men were smoking thin cigars over a shared ashtray. They gawked at Jane’s tiny dress as she marched into the room.

“I gotta see you!” Jane told Drake, in lieu of a proper greeting.

The stagehand got the hint. “I, uh, gotta check the, uh, yeah,” he mumbled, standing up while stabbing out his cigar. “Yeah.”

“See you, broh,” Drake said easily.

Jane waited just until the stagehand had left. Then she firmly closed and locked the door.

“Well,” grinned the hypnotist, “good evening to you, too.” He nodded at Jane’s microdress. “You look spectacular.”

Jane didn’t want to waste any more time. It was all she could do to prevent herself from grabbing Drake by the lapels.

“Listen,” the young woman demanded point-blank, “can you hypnotize me to climax?”

Drake’s eyebrows rose.

It took some effort, but Jane pushed aside every hesitation and fear she possessed. “I haven’t had a good orgasm in years,” she confessed, speaking in a rapid-fire pattern. “Not in years! Well, until I came to Vegas. I went to the other hypnotism show, and that guy hypnotized me to cum when he shot me with a fucking squirt gun, a kid’s squirt gun, no lie! But oh, I so gushed, I so fucking want to cum like that again—“

“Yeah,” Drake interrupted. “I know.”

Jane’s eyes flashed. “No! I want to cum like that with my boyfriend! I want to light up and climax just like that when he and I are fucking! I want that like I’ve wanted nothing else in my life!”

She pointed an accusatory finger at the hypnotist. “You fucking promised me that you’d do your mind magic and make me cum. So are you gonna, or what?”

The force of her conviction startled Jane. Still, in that moment, something had possessed her to speak the purist, ultimate truth. And now that the words had flown from her lips, she felt free.

So free.

Drake stood, hungrily gazing at Jane as if he were a predator.

“Look into my eyes,” he commanded, his voice low and powerful.

Jane swallowed. “I—“

“Quiet,” barked Drake. “Just look. Look, Jane. Look. Relax. And surrender.”

The world seemed to fade. Jane’s pounding heartbeat slowed. She could no longer hear the distant street traffic, nor where she was. Her thoughts were rapidly dissolving. She wanted to…

Drake stood before her, dominating her mind with his intense stare. “When I snap my fingers,” he rumbled, “you will fall into a deep, mindless trance. You will belong to me.”

Before Jane could think, the fingers snapped. Her brain went silent.

“And now,” Drake breathed, “you are my slave, Jane.”

The young woman merely stared back, unable to move.

“Yes, master,” she replied softly.

From here, Jane was dimly aware of what has happening.

Drake gave her a few commands, and then Jane found herself obediently leaving the Old Roxy, Drake guiding her by the arm. It felt so natural, so common, so easy to simply follow this man. Jane had no qualms, no doubts, no hesitations of any kind. She and her master strolled into the little parking lot behind the theatre, ignoring the curious stares of bystanders.

Jane sat in the enger seat of Drake’s Buick, and then, with a word, Jane’s master put her back to sleep. She remained motionless and dreamless for what felt like forever as the car drove through the streets of Las Vegas.

Another parking lot, another sidewalk, through a front door, up a flight of stairs, and then… into a small, dark apartment. Jane smiled to herself. She was under her master’s spell, obeying him was what she wanted. Soon, the beautiful young woman found herself in a small bedroom, cramped, dank, musky, the curtain drawn, the bed itself unmade. There was something tangibly erotic about this place.

“Strip,” Drake ordered.

“Yes, master,” Jane breathed, already swinging her hips.

In her high school days, before she’d hooked up with Todd, teenaged Jane had secretly snuck into her parents’ bedroom when they weren’t home. She’d positioned herself before their body-length mirror, put on some raunchy Beyoncé, and then did her own striptease. Just to see if she could move. The erotic dance had felt dirty and shameful and outrageous and garish and Jane had secretly loved every minute of it. She’d never told anyone—not Lacy, not Todd, no-one. Her little secret.

But now—under Drake’s power—Jane could not restrain herself. In her mind, she could hear Beyoncé’s lustful voice, singing to her, giving her that seductive rhythm that she knew so well. Jane gave herself to the unheard music. She wanted to be sexy.

In little time at all, she was shimmying out of the little sequin party dress. Oh, how aghast Lacy would be, if she could see Jane now! But Jane was beyond caring. With some key hypnotic suggestions from Drake, the beautiful young woman felt her body come alive. She wanted to dance! With many twists of her hips and seductive waves of her arms, Jane let the dress fall down her legs onto the floor.

The dress didn’t permit a bra, so Jane was now only in her panties. She kicked off her heels, smiling a little as Drake obviously craned his neck to look down at her bare feet. Was he a feet guy? Did he have a toe fetish? Jane made a note to find out.

But for now… she was still wearing clothing. Her panties. Jane turned about, facing away from her hypnotist. She swung her rear end as if it were a pendulum, as if she could hypnotize Drake with her body’s motion. She made the swings wide and deep, really popping her hips as she danced.

At the same time, the hypnotized young woman slid her thumbs under the panties’ elastic band. She pushed, just a little. The little fabric garment slid down, down over her crotch, over her hips, over her buttocks…

Now the panties were sliding down Jane’s legs, hopelessly trying to cling to her skin. Jane almost laughed. She had to get naked! The panties would have to accept reality. Jane let them drop to the floor.

Now fully in the nude, the hypnotized young woman prepared to turn about and-

Strong hands gripped Jane’s rear. Drake was standing directly behind her, holding her by the buttocks. He squeezed, pushing her cheeks apart. Jane felt cool air on her anus.

Oh God—was he an anal man???

“Get on the bed,” growled Drake, directly in Jane’s ear.

“Yes, master,” she murmured, eager to climb out of his embrace.

On her hands and knees, Jane crawled onto the mattress, still arching her back. She felt Drake climb on after her, wedging himself between her legs.

Jane smelled the faint stench of semen and realized… Drake was naked! As she’d been seductively peeling off her clothes, the stage hypnotist had been yanking off his own garments. Now, as his greedy hands clamped onto her hips, Jane could feel his fully erect penis, eagerly poking her as Drake angled into position.

“When I snap my fingers,” Drake growled, “all you want is for me to fuck you like a jackhammer from behind.”

Before Jane could think, the fingers clicked, right beside her ear.

“Oh God!!!” Jane heard herself wail. “Master, do me! Do me from behind! I want it, I want it so—“

Drake took a second to push Jane’s spine down, forcing her to tilt her hips even more. Now her vagina and his cock were aligned. There was a slight twisting about to get the mechanics just right…

…and then Drake thrust inside!

OHHHHH FUCK did he feel good! Jane yelped out loud! Her fingers turned to claws as she tore at the rumpled bedsheets beneath her.

Now Drake was pounding away, ramming harder into her with each push of his manic hips. He grabbed Jane by the back of the neck, and this unexpected restraint made the young woman even more wild with erotic delight. She feebly kicked her feet, feeling the orgasm rising inside her-

“Wait!” Jane gasped aloud.

“Ugh!” grunted Drake, rev’ing up near full speed. “What?”

“I wanna cum…” Jane gasped, “…but by… hypnosis… command!”

Did he understand? Jane couldn’t tell. She bit her lip, feeling the man’s stonelike cock throttle her whole body.

“Hypno-command me to cum!” she squealed aloud. Now the words shot out of her mouth like machine gun bullets. “I wanna cum because you hypnotized me and told me to cum and that’s how I wanna cum not because your dick was—“

“Oh fuck, cum now, slave!” roared Drake, snapping his fingers loudly.

Jane screamed in sheer pleasure as her vagina exploded. It was as if those clicking fingers had complete power over her, and they had blessed her to orgasm. For an instant, the whole universe faded to blissful white, with sparkles and rainbows and happy little elves singing and magic and oh my God Jane couldn’t believe it she was cumming so fucking hard this was fucking incredible it had been such a long time and goddamn but wasn’t this what life was made for and ohhhhhhhhhhhh man she felt amazing and why couldn’t it be Todd’s dick in her and not this sleazy hypnotist and fuuuuuuuuuuck was she ever gonna stop cumming oh fuck she hoped not!!!

…gradually…

…Jane became aware of the world again. Her body was still trembling with erotic pleasure, but now she realized that her arms had collapsed. Drake was still plowing her from behind, and he was piledriving her face-first into the mattress. Jane coughed and spluttered.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhh!” the hypnotist crowed, thrusting extra hard. Jane felt a warmth spread within her; he was climaxing.

Dazed, the young woman felt a thousand different thoughts tumble through her head all at once. Only one thought mattered:

She’d had an orgasm!