The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Travis was stunningly beautiful.

A recent college graduate, he was a new addition to my Monday night and Thursday night yoga class. That class was filled with the normal variety of students: house wives, young women, older people—and one dazzling fellow with a perfect smile.

I had to use conscious effort to not stare at him.

Professional ethics being what they are, the teacher/student relationship is a careful balance of professional, if slightly distant, engagement.

But Lord was he pretty.

I end my yoga classes with brief meditation in lotus position—the classic cross-legged sitting posture. I spend a few minutes speaking relaxing phrases, then I dismiss the class.

At the end of one class, after everyone filed out, Travis was still sitting in lotus position with his eyes closed.

I called quietly to him, “Travis?”

He murmured back, “Yes.”

I asked, “Are you alright?”

There was a distinct pause, then he answered, “I’m doing great.”

I realized with surprise that Travis had drifted into a light trance.

I said, “Take a slow breath in ... and let it flow out.”

He did so.

I when on, “Breathe in. Relax out.”

He complied. The room grew wonderfully still.

I had no plan at that point. I just wanted to see where this was going. There wasn’t another class in that room for another hour. And a lovely example of manhood was tranced-out in front of me.

I continued, “Focus on your breathing. Just breathe. Nothing to bother you. Nothing to distract you. Breathe.

“Notice the feeling of your breathing. Each breath arrives is its own thing. Don’t try to make anything happen. Just breathe.

“Relax. Focus on you breathing. Relax your mind. Open your mind. Relax. Your mind is open. All you need to do is breathe. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t worry about your mind. Relax and breathe. Focus on your breathing. Let your mind open. Let my words fill your mind. Don’t notice my words filling you. Focus on your breathing.”

His body started to slump. I said, “Stay in Lotus position and breathe. It is easy to remain in Lotus. It is easy to breathe. Leave your mind open, and sleep.

“Sleep. Relax and sleep. Let your mind sleep. Your mind is asleep. Your mind is open to my words. Stay in Lotus and breathe.”

I went on like this for several minutes.

I said. “There’s nowhere else you need to be. There is nothing. Just breathe. Focus on breathing.”

As I went on, His shoulders loosened.

The tension in his jaw faded.

His breathing became slower and deeper.

His muscles relaxed completely.

His head tipped forward.

I started a guided meditation, “Imagine a peaceful lakeside at sunset. With every breath, the lake becomes smoother. Leaves carry stray thoughts away. The only thing is breathing and the lake. My words enter your mind unnoticed.”

I realized that Travis was as deep as he was going to go. At least as deep as he was going to go in a first trance. I would use future trances to get him deeper.

These thoughts surprised me. Travis had fallen into a trance accidentally. I hadn’t consciously decided that there would be any future trances. The thought just popped into my head.

Morally, I should end things here. I should use this as a teachable moment. Use it to instruct Travis.

On the other hand. I had the most beautiful man tranced out in front of me. My dick was full-chub. His mind was wide open. I could do anything.

While trying to think of the correct thing to do—my mouth ran ahead of my morals, “When I tell you the phrase ‘Go deep and sleep’, you will return to this deep state of relaxation. You will enjoy being relaxed by me.”

I thought to myself, what else. “When you are awake, you will notice that I relaxed you. You will not realize that I have hypnotized you. My control is absolute, but you won’t notice.“

Travis’ face was still imive. It didn’t look like he was rejecting my words.

I added, “You like being with me. You like me a lot.”

I realized that he could wake and be angry with me. I was worried about that so I repeated, “When you are awake, you will notice that I relaxed you. You will not realize that I have hypnotized you.”

Just to be sure, I repeated, “When I tell you the phrase ‘Go deep and sleep’, you will return to this deep state of relaxation.”

Then I woke him, “Travis. It is time to wake. Take deep breaths and gently wake.

Travis took a deeper breath. his eyelids fluttered open.

For several seconds he simply looked around the studio, as though returning from somewhere very far away.

He smiled, “How long was I out?” he asked quietly.

I replied, “About twenty minutes.”

“It felt like five.”

I asked, “How do you feel?”

After a brief pause, he sighed, “Great. Relaxed. Wonderful.” He added, “What happened?”

I was careful with my response. Not lying per se but only giving part of the truth, “After yoga class you were in a light trance. I used guided meditation to help you relax.“

He suddenly said, “I the lake.”

I asked, “Do you the leaves?”

He shook his head, “No.”

I thought to myself, A very good sign.

He said, “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

I carefully asked, “Would you like do it again?”

He said, “Yes.”

He probably was thinking of ‘someday’ or ‘next week’, but I took his words as permission. I said, “Go deep and sleep”.

Immediately, his face relaxed. His eyes closed. His entire body, which a moment before had been upright and relaxed, now slumped. His hands fell into his lap.

I said, “Each time better. Each time faster. Trance deeper and deeper. Let nothing bother you. Let my words enter your mind. Do not notice that I am changing the things in your mind. My trances make you feel great. You want more and more of them.”

I woke him, “How was that?”

His smile lit up the room, “Wonderful. Can we do it again?”

I smiled, “Definitely.”

The next few days, I was on pins and needles.

I wanted to hypnotize him again. I was worried that he might object. Would he complain to the school? Did he fully understand what had happened? Would he become annoyed and not return?

But, there was no drama. He showed up at the next class, ready to work.

It is difficult to teach yoga while sporting an erection, so I kept my eyes firmly averted from Travis. He was as lovely as always. He stretched and held the poses as I called them out. The line of his legs and arms invited a lingering glance, but I resisted looking at him; I was afraid I would loose control.

At the end of class, after my customary meditation in lotus position, the class filed out. Travis remained behind.

We chatted about class and various things. It was obvious that he wanted to discuss the hypnosis—or, as he thought of it, the “guided meditation”.

After watching him beating around the bush for a bit, I decided to help him, “Would you like to ...”

“Yes,” he blurted out.

I smiled and said, “Go deep and sleep”

Travis was out like a light.

I was ready to grab him if he fell, but he stood in front of me. Fully relaxed, his arms drifted down. His yoga mat, slipping from his fingers, fell unnoticed to the floor.

He swayed gently, I told him, “I will you.”

One arm was around his waist, he leaned into me; his wonderful, strong, limber body nestled into me. My other arm was around his shoulders; his head resting against my shoulder.

In this position, I couldn’t help to notice his scent—manly, smelling faintly of sweat and cologne.

I told him, “You like being in my arms like this. This is comfortable. This is good. When I wake you, you will remain in my arms.”

I woke him. He staying leaning against me. We chatted back and forth. He made no attempt to move away from me. It was nice.

In the middle of a story he was relating, I told him, “Go deep and sleep.”

He immediately slumped against me.

I reminded him how much he liked me. I reminded him that he wanted to be relaxed by me. I reminded him how much he liked being in my arms.

Then I woke him.

I did this several times. Each time, he realized that I had relaxed him. but he was completely unaware that I had hypnotized him. Each time he felt better and better.

Then I started to add more things. Things that he never agreed to. Things that he might have objected to, if he had the ability to understand what I was doing to his mind: “You can come over to my apartment.", “You like the idea of being alone with me.", “You can spend the night at my place.”

Each time, there was no pushback. He accepted my words completely.

So, I went further, “You think of me as a potential sexual partner.”

His face hinted at that little scowl that subjects make when the programming is too much—when the suggestion goes too far.

I backed off, “Relax. Breathe in. Relax out. You feel great. You feel wonderful in my arms. This is a great place to be. It is good to be relaxed like this. It is good to be in my arms.”

After a few minutes of this, I tried again. But this time, I tried baby-steps, “You are a sexual being.”

He seemed to accept that. I when on, “I am a sexual being.”

That seemed to be good, too, “We can both be sexual beings. Relax. It’s all good. Breathe in. Relax out. We can be sexual beings together.”

This time he accepted my words.

All this took about thirty minutes. I was worried that the next teacher would wander in early, so I cut things short.

Watching his face for any sign of a scowl, I said, “Think being sexual being together. Think of us together. Think of us being naked together. Think of yoga becoming naked yoga. Think of naked yoga leading to us being sexual beings together. Those thoughts bring you joy and pleasure.”

With that, I ended the session quickly. We both went our separate ways.

The next class was a bit odd.

Travis usually wore form-fitting clothing. Nothing tight or provocative, but reveling enough to hint of the muscled young man underneath. He was secure in his body, and didn’t mind who saw. But, that evening, his clothes were baggy and not at all revealing.

It took me less than five minutes to realize why.

He was concealing an erection. The careful way that he moved from pose to pose was a dead giveaway.

He also was careful to avoid eye with me. He was as coy as a high school student hiding a secret crush.

I was tempted to vary the routine. Introduce poses that would make it plain that his dick was hard as rock. But, that would been cruel. I didn’t want to make Travis uncomfortable. On the contrary, I wanted him as relaxed as possible.

At the end of class, several students had specific questions. Travis held back, waiting until we could be alone.

He clutched an overnight bag. His intent was clear. He wanted to take me up on my offer of spending the night at my place. An offer that he hadn’t heard, because he had been entranced when I made the offer.

His story launched from his mouth in a rushed, tangled mess: “I have an early flight and since you live right on the train line it would be convenient for me to stay the night if that was alright if not I could easily find a motel to stay either in town or near the airport now that I’m saying it out loud it is obviously a terrible imposition I’m sorry to bring this up I’ll be leaving.”

I blinked hard at his flood of words, I put a hand on his arm, “Of course you can stay the night. It’ll be fine.”

He was so worked up about how his speech sounded, he was actually hyperventilating. I calmed him down. I smiled and assured him that having a house guest would be fine.

When he recovered, I told him, “Go deep and sleep.”

His entire demeanor changed, of course.

I told him, “It is fine to be my house guest. It’ll be fine. We can do some yoga. We can spend some time together.” Watching his face closely for signs of resistance, I added, “We can have naked yoga. We can be naked together. We can be sexual beings together.” His face never changed. It sounded like we were going to have a fun evening together.

I woke him. We gathered our gear, and headed out the door.

Three block walk to my loft.

All manner of things popped into my head as we walked. Both of us were sporting erections—that much was obvious. I don’t what we talked about. In many ways, what we talked about was completely irrelevant.

In my loft and the door locked—Travis started to undress.

Not completely bare, but enough: shoes, socks, his top.

I followed suit, stripping to my waist.

I told him, “Go deep and sleep.”

Again his face drew slack.

I told him, “Naked time.” There was the slightest hesitation. A slight scowl.

I changed tactics, “Relax. Breathe in and relax out. Calmness. Be calm and follow my directions. Time for yoga. Time for naked yoga. This is what you want. This is why you are here. Naked yoga. When I wake you, we will strip for naked yoga. It will please you to share naked yoga with me. It pleases you to be naked with me.

I woke him. Yoga mats were arranged. Clothes were discarded. Yoga commenced.

I guided the two of us through a series of difficult postures. I had never before done yoga with straining erection. The feeling was odd. Travis was fully erect, too. We were both being “sexual beings”.

After fifteen minutes, I cut the session short and announced, “Shower time”.

Travis looked uncomfortable.

I said, “Go deep and sleep. We both need showers. Shower time. Time to shower.” He seemed more open to taking a shower. I continued, “Let’s shower. Time to shower.”

I woke him and guided him to the bathroom.

I ran the shower. With a minimum of prompting, he was in the shower. I followed him in.

We bathed each other. I didn’t command it. It just happened.

I told him, “You missed a spot.” Then I ran a washcloth across the small of his back. He flinched.

I told him, “Go deep and sleep.”

He relaxed. His mind open, I prompted, “Completely relaxed. Relaxed and mind open. You like it when we bathe together. It is fun. Nice. Warm. Relaxing. Sexy.”

I was anticipating a reaction to the work “sexy”, but he didn’t react. I ran the washcloth across his back again. No reaction.

I said, “Sexy. Very sexy.”

As I washed his back, his breathing became slow and deep.

I woke him. He continued to breathe slow and deep.

He seemed to like it

I washed other parts of his body, and he returned the favor.

I said, “Go deep and sleep.”

I told him to put his hands on the shower wall and brace himself. With his back to me, I gave him a reach around. He moaned and his body leaned back into mine.

I told him, “When I wake you, we will continue to bathe each other. It will be nice, very nice. You won’t be able to stop. You won’t want to stop. Very nice.”

I was worried that when I woke him, he might respond negatively.

But, wake him I did. He didn’t object. He thoroughly enjoyed what was going on.

After a few minutes of me stroking him, he turned so we could stroke each other.

I slipped my thumb into his mouth. I said, “suck”.

He resisted. I said, “Go deep and sleep.”

We continued to stroke each other: Me with a slow, steady rhythm. His stroking became erratic and slowed almost to a stop.

“Pleasure. You feel nothing but pleasure. You want the full gay experience.”

Again I said, “Suck”. And, he did. I coached him on what to do with his tongue and lips.

I pushed my thumb down causing him to kneel. I said, “Suck”. I pulled my hand back, causing my cock to slip inside of his mouth.

It was glorious. The most stunningly beautiful man I had ever met was sucking me.

I told him, “This is great. Wonderful. The best thing in the world. You like this. You like pleasuring me. This brings you great pleasure. You will continue when I wake you.”

I woke him, and he continued. He made appreciative sounds.

I was tempted to finish in his mouth, but he had one other hole that I wanted to use.

It took several more trances to get him into my bedroom.

But, there he was. On his back. With a blissful expression on his face. Legs spread, he was eager for me.

In trance, I had convinced him that there would be no pain. So, when I pressed into him, he felt nothing but pleasure.

I fucked him. Slowly at first, I filled him again and again. Pleasure for me. Pleasure for him.

I filled him, squirting up his backside. He squirted strongly, spraying both our chests. We both shouted with animal pleasure.

It all started with a brief meditation in lotus position. It ended with aggressive, animal rut.

And that was only the first act, of the first evening of our loving relationship.