The Mind Controlled Couple Pt. 01

Note 1: This is a reupload, incorporating feedback I received on the first upload.

Note 2: This story includes mind control, dubious consent, threesomes, crossdressing, domination/submission, and cuckolding. It is not supposed to be taken seriously or viewed as a morality tale. Think of it as just some hot roleplay. If that's your cup of tea, please read on!

Ever since Psych 104 their first semester, the friend group always had five people in it.

Shawn, Dana, Ryan, Indira, and Lacie.

Odd numbered groups are so awkward aren't they?

The group, who Indira dubbed the 'Psychonauts,' met every Thursday presumably to study but more often just to play games, laugh, and drink.

Their second semester together, Lacie came out as bi and started dating Dana -- who met the group already out as a lesbian. The semester after that, Dana and Ryan followed months of insufferable flirting by finally kissing.

That left only Shawn single.

Some in the group were encouraging.

"Ah, you'll find someone," said Lacie.

"Yeah man, you're a catch," Indira added.

Others got a few laughs out of his misfortune.

"Get with the program, man," Ryan said, "You're telling me we're sophomores and you still haven't kissed a girl?"

"I dated in high school!" Shawn argued.

"Totally different ball game," Dana said.

Ryan gave a wide smile. "If I was a girl, I'd kiss you."

"Ryan, shut up!" said Dana, slapping his arm playfully.

"Too bad I'm not though!"

Dana grabbed Ryan. Both of them fell to the floor laughing. Meanwhile, Indira put an arm around Lacie and kissed her cheek.

Mortified, Shawn pretended to reply to a text message on his phone. I need to get a girlfriend fast.

The problem was, he found it near-impossible to ask a girl out. He always approached women as a nervous, mumbling wreck. Whoever he asked out either didn't understand him or pretended not to. Either way, he ended up with flush cheeks and no date.

There were likely girls who would want to date him. Shawn was just too afraid of getting rejected or asking the wrong one out.

If only there was a way to have absolute certainty...

Shawn was the only one of the 'Psychonauts' who continued with a Psychology major. The rest just took Psych 104 for the Social Sciences requirement. Ryan, Dana, Indira, and Lacie were no longer much help while studying. Sometimes, he worried about losing contact. Then he'd have no girlfriend and no friends.

A fate worse than death!

It wasn't like he needed much help studying though. Psych 210 was kind of a bullshit class. He usually just listened to the lectures at 1.5x speed while his roommate Jacob scrolled on TikTok. Shawn retained enough of the information to get As on the biweekly assignments.

The teacher for Psych 204, Professor Cline, was on a month-long vacation and that meant prerecorded nonsense like this -- Lecture 07: A History of Hypnosis.

Shawn stared slackjawed into the blue light of his laptop screen, watching the middle-aged Professor Cline scribble on a whiteboard. Jacob sat on his bed, looking at TikTok dances. Shawn put on noise canceling headphones to ignore him.

Shawn was about to fall asleep from boredom. Then, something caught his attention.

Professor Cline had a slide about mass hypnosis. Shawn turned the video back to 1x speed and listened intently.

Professor Cline said, "... unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your outlook, these attempts proved unsuccessful. There is no way to compel a group of people through hypnosis"

Shawn rewinded the video to find what she was talking about.

"... as we can see here, the so-called 'hypnotist' is utilizing a combination of a swinging pocketwatch, spiral patterns, and synchronized sounds in an attempt to hypnotize his audience. Notice how the watch is swinging exactly on the beat?"

Shawn rubbed his chin in thought. As far as he could tell though, the watch wasn't swinging on the beat.

"This technique was found to be highly successful in early trials but failed when used on a larger audience. Hypnotists scrapped future plans for its use, meaning it could not be used to treat PTSD, BPD, and other disorders."

Shawn opened a new tab and started firing off searches. He wanted to know more about this technique. Shawn ended up falling down a long rabbit hole of threads, articles, essays, and YouTube tutorials. Before he knew it, it was 2am and he had a specially designed Belgian pocketwatch in his online shopping cart.

"Dude, at least point the screen away from me. I'm trying to sleep," Jacob said.

"Sorry," Shawn mumbled and turned his brightness all the way down.

The pocketwatch tantalized him from beyond his laptop screen. Maybe it was just fatigue but the watch seemed to be swinging already.

What am I doing? he thought. Surely, a second-year psych student would not succeed where years of clinical research had failed. But what if he was right? What if you just needed to time the swings better in order to hypnotize people?

Shawn figured there was about a 99% chance that it wouldn't work. Yet, his bleary eyes remained fixed on his screen. Worst case scenario, he'd only be out fifty euros and the price of expedited international shipping. Best case scenario, he could change the world.

With a single click, Shawn ordered the watch. He then downloaded the spiral patterns and synchronized sounds to his computer.

Maybe, just maybe, he thought.

XXX

"Woah, what parties are you going to?" Ryan chided.

"What?"

The study room door shut behind Shawn. He rubbed his face.

"Ryan..." Indira said.

"No, I'm just asking," Ryan said, "Shawn's missed the last couple meetups and now he walks in looking like a zombie. Or, like Choso from JJK but less hot."

Dana stifled a laugh.

"Seriously bro, your eyebags look like black eyes."

"They do not!" Lacie said, "Shawn, don't listen to him."

"It's all right, I just haven't been getting good sleep."

Shawn collapsed into a plush chair at the edge of the room. The pocketwatch had arrived from Europe last week and he'd been working night and day synchronizing it with the sounds and patterns he downloaded to go with it. Unfortunately, this had come at the expense of his classwork, his friends, and his sleep. Shawn was now behind in three of his six classes.

"Fine, don't tell us. All I'm saying if you look like that and haven't been partying your ass off, then you're absolutely wasting your college experience," Ryan said.

XXX

After a few hours of catching up on homework and taking insults from Ryan, Shawn slinked back to his dorm. Jacob was there as always.

Jacob was a bit of neckbeard and never left the room. When he wasn't watching TikToks, he was chatting on discord and playing video games.

He had taken it too far this time though. Jacob had his Xbox plugged into Shawn's projector and was playing CoD projected onto the wall.

Shawn could hear gunshots and exaggerated video game death sounds before he even opened the door.

"Goddamnit!" Jacob exclaimed as he was killed by a sniper.

"Dude, what the hell?" Shawn asked, "You already have a TV, why do you need my projector?"

Jacob anxiously tapped his controller while he respawned. "Yeah, but your projector makes the screen bigger."

"Whatever," Shawn grumbled.

After a few more obnoxious (and losing) matches of CoD, the resident advisor for the floor came by and told Jacob to shut up. He unplugged his Xbox from the projector with a huff.

As Jacob was about to turn off the projector, Shawn said, "Hey wait a moment. I want to show you something."

Shawn took over and plugged his laptop in. He clicked through several subfolders and opened up the MP4s he needed.

The projector turned from 'no input detected' to a series of white and black spirals.

"What is this?" Jacob asked.

"Don't worry about it," said Shawn. His heart was beating quickly. He hadn't intended to test the hypnosis technique this early.

He grabbed the Belgian pocketwatch from his bag and held it out. Jacob raised one eyebrow. Then, as soon as a chime played from his projector, Shawn let the watch swing.

Jacob's eyes dilated.

Cautiously, Shawn commanded, "Put a hand on your head."

Immediately, Jacob placed a palm over his already balding head.

Shawn gasped. Is he just humoring me? he thought.

"Tell me you're gay."

"I'm gay," Jacob answered immediately.

Ok, now this is getting weird.

Shawn needed to make sure he wasn't affected too. He turned slightly toward the projection, opened one eye, and then two.

Nothing.

Good. It was just Jacob.

Shawn's hand shook. His entire body vibrated with worry and excitement.

"Don't touch my things," he commanded.

Uncharacteristically politely, Jacob said, "Of course. I won't do it again."

Shawn remembered to breathe. Slowly, his open mouth turned into a grin. He kept the watch swinging in perfect time to the chiming coming from his projector.

I wonder how far I can take this, he thought.

By the next day, Jacob was completely silent whenever Shawn was present. No more TikTok or yelling over Xbox.

The day after that, Jacob was doing all the vacuuming, wiping down, and taking out the trash for both of them.

Two days later, he was actually going outside and meeting others. Shawn even made him shave off his neckbeard.

By the next week, Jacob had moved out.

Shawn now had the place to himself.

XXX

"You guys get Shawn's message?" Dana asked, holding up her phone.

Lacie quickly checked the groupchat. "Ohhhhh sorry, Indira and I have a date tonight. We can't make it."

"Where is Indira by the way?" Ryan asked from his reclined position on the couch.

"She's in class! You know, some of us have real majors," Lacie said.

"Geography isn't a real major, Lacie."

"It's better than Communications!"

"You know, at least I'm honest that my major isn't real," Ryan said.

"All right, all right," Dana said loudly, cutting the tension, "Ryan, you want to go?"

"What is it?"

"Shawn wants to host a movie night."

Lacie said, "You guys should go! Shawn's been keeping to himself a lot lately. It's nice that he's reaching out."

Both Dana and Lacie looked expectantly at Ryan.

"Sure," he said, "But it better be a good movie!"

That night, Dana and Ryan walked across campus to Shawn's. Ryan was wearing a graphic tee, loose-fitting jeans, and sneakers. Dana had on a flannel over a crop top, form-fitting jeans, and converse on.

Something was off about Shawn when he answered the door.

"Thanks for coming, guys!"

"Of course!" Dana said.

"No Indira or Lacie?" Shawn asked.

"No, they have a date!" Dana responded.

"Unlike you," Ryan said with a sadistic grin.

The room had two beds, but one had been converted into a makeshift couch. A projector was set up to play videos on the wall in front of it.

Ryan looked around the unusually spare room. "Dude, where's your roommate?"

Shawn shrugged. "He decided to switch dorms, I don't know why."

"So, you have all this space to yourself and still aren't bringing any chicks by? I knew you were a virgin but this is a new low."

Dana elbowed Ryan.

"Oof, sorry."

"So, what movie are we watching?" Dana asked cheerily.

"You'll see! First, I want to show you something. Look what I ordered online."

Shawn produced a brass pocketwatch. It swung from his hand like a metronome.

Ryan rubbed behind his head. "Cool, I guess."

"Why not just tell time with your phone?" Dana asked, her arms crossed.

"Ah well, I think it's neat," Shawn said. He then started up the projector.

Shawn looked happier than usual. Maybe that's what seemed different about him, Ryan thought.

Ryan and Dana sat down on the bed-turned-couch. Dana fluffed the throw pillow behind her while Ryan checked his phone. Suddenly, the projector turned on and a series of spirals flashed onto the wall in front of them. A faint chime began playing at even intervals.

"Is this the movie?" Ryan asked, putting away his phone.

"Not yet!" Shawn lied, "This is just the loading screen!"

Shawn's voice sounded weird, like it was coming from all directions at once. Ryan looked to his side. Dana was staring at the spiral pattern, barely blinking.

Shawn stepped in front of the two of them. His brow was creased in intense concentration. He held his pocketwatch carefully in both hands. Then, right as the next chime sounded, he let the pocketwatch swing. It swayed, moving in perfect time with the sounds coming from the projector.

Ryan blinked rapidly. His lips pursed. He felt vaguely like closing his eyes or looking away but some impulse in his body wouldn't allow him to. Next, a powerful fatigue overcame him. His thoughts began to slow and warp. It was like falling asleep with your eyes still open.

Shawn said something.

Without thinking, Ryan answered.

XXX

I think it worked, Shawn thought, I can't believe it actually worked!

Ryan and Dana were both transfixed by the spiraling pattern before them.

Shawn cleared his throat and attempted to sound commanding.

"What are your names?"

"Ryan." "Dana."

They spoke almost in unison. Their eyes remained on the spirals.

Shawn was giddy. This could change the entire face of psychiatric treatment. He would be rich! And famous, but mostly rich!

Riches aside, he had more pressing interests at the moment. How far can I take this? How hypnotized are they? Getting Jacob to move out had been child's play. Dana and Ryan would be tougher, not only because they were both smarter than Jacob but because Shawn would be asking them to do more.

Dana had always been the prettiest in the friend group, no offense to Indira or Lacie. And Shawn wasn't gay or anything, but Ryan didn't look half-bad himself. He had slightly feminine features and didn't really grow facial hair. Dana had done his makeup once and Shawn had nearly mistaken him for a girl.

Shawn flipped through his notes. The phrasing was very important.

"While you are in this trance, you will obey any command I give you," he said, stumbling over his words a little.

Both Ryan and Dana nodded.

"These command's effects will last even when you are not in this trance."

Ryan and Dana nodded again.

"Whenever you see these spirals again, whether it is projected on a wall, on a TV, or on your phone, you will become susceptible to receive new commands by me and only me. These commands can be spoken in person, over the phone, or can be sent through text, but only from my number. These commands will seem perfectly normal to you and you will have no reason to tell anyone else about them."

Ryan and Dana nodded after every full sentence.

"You are no longer allowed to make fun of me," Shawn said, feeling only slightly foolish for having to make this a rule, "And you cannot call me just 'Shawn' anymore. Whenever you speak to me, you must call me 'Master,' 'Sir,' or 'Master Shawn.' Say 'Yes, Master,' if you understand."

"Yes, Master," both Dana and Ryan said in unison.

Now, Shawn needed to test the basics of the hypnosis.

"Stand up."

Both Ryan and Dana did so.

"Sit down."

Again, they obeyed.

Holy hell! This was going far better than Shawn had imagined. He had control of their motor functions as well. Shawn looked at Dana and Ryan's mindless expressions. He now had a girlfriend who would do whatever he wanted. Scratch that, he now had two girlfriends.

"You are not allowed to lie to me. Whenever I ask you a direct question, you must respond with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"Yes, Master," they both responded.

"Dana, what is the most you two have done while dating? Have you had sex?"

"We haven't," Dana said flatly, "We've only kissed so far."

"Ryan, is this true?"

"Yes it is true."

Shawn smiled. Neither of them would have admitted that so quickly if not under hypnosis. Ryan didn't even look bashful in the slightest. This was going perfectly.

"Stand up again, both of you."

They did as ordered.

Shawn rubbed his chin in thought. There was a lot he could do now but he had to make sure the conditioning stuck first.

"You both need a change in wardrobe. What you have on now just won't do. I will text you both tomorrow. Be ready to comply with whatever I ask."

"Yes, Master," they said in unison, still staring at the projected spirals.

"Oh, and no having sex. You are no longer allowed to see each other naked without my permission."

XXX

"How was the movie last night?" Indira asked.

"What?"

"The movie, you know, the one at Shawn's?"

"Oh right," Ryan said, "To be honest, I don't remember much of it."

"That bad?"

"Not even," Dana added, "It was good, I think."

Dana and Ryan then shared a confused look. Weird, Ryan thought, I don't remember a single scene from it. I wonder if Dana does.

"Shawn seemed happy," Ryan said.

"Is this a lead-up to you calling him gay?" Lacie asked, rolling her eyes.

Ryan opened his mouth but didn't say a word. The three girls in the study room looked at him, their heads cocked. He closed his mouth again. It wasn't like he was refraining from calling Shawn names, it was like he couldn't. Why can't I call Shawn 'gay?' I've certainly called him worse.

"Well, I'm proud of you," Lacie said with a huff, "You're too mean to him."

At that moment, a loud ding came from Dana and Ryan's phones. A GIF of rotating spirals appeared in a groupchat with them and Shawn.

Dana and Ryan looked unblinkingly into their phones. Lacie and Indira eyed them quizzically.

Come to my place tonight, a text from Shawn read, Before that, I want you to gather all of Dana's clothes in bags and bring them with you. I'll say more later.

"You guys both get a text?" Indira asked.

Dana and Ryan mumbled in response.

"Weird," Indira muttered, turning back to her girlfriend.

XXX

Dana didn't really know why they were doing it, but she and Ryan were emptying out her closet and dresser.

It was nice of Ryan to help her. He hadn't even asked her any questions why. That was a little out of character for him, but maybe he was just beginning to give her the girlfriend treatment. Girlfriend. She liked the sound of it. Things were finally becoming more serious between them.

Together, they filled duffels, suitcases, plastic bags, and even her hamper with all of Dana's clothes. They were thrown haphazardly together with no care for whether the clothes were dirty or clean, tops or bottoms, or outerwear or underwear.

As they placed the last cami and pairs of jeans in a suitcase, Dana and Ryan's hands touched.

They looked at each other.

"You know," Ryan said, smiling, "There are a few pieces of clothes we forgot."

Dana pressed her face into Ryan's. They began furiously making out, discarding their clothes as they worked their way onto the bed.

Alternating between kisses, Ryan took off his shirt and slid down his pants. Dana did the same. He reached for her bra to undo it.

Is he really doing this? she thought.

His hand stopped before he could undo her bra. He looked puzzled as his hand wavered behind her back.

Maybe he needs help, Dana thought. She reached her hand back but her fingers froze before she reached it. They were motionless together. Dana was straddling Ryan but neither were able to undress her.

Weird, she thought. Dana moved her hands to pull down Ryan's boxers. The outline of his hard cock was visible underneath. Again, she froze. They went back and forth like this -- Ryan attempting to pull her panties down, Dana trying to take off her bra, Ryan beginning to slide his boxers off but stopping before he could reveal his dick, on and on to no avail.

Eventually, they gave up and went back to making out and touching each other over their clothes. There would be ample opportunities for sex later.

Maybe we're just nervous, Dana thought.

Dana kissed Ryan and left to use her attached bathroom. She stared into the mirror and moved a hand up her back. She then easily undid the clasp and her bra fell away, revealing her breasts.

Weird, she thought, Why wasn't I able to do that earlier?

Later, they walked to Shawn's place together. Ryan knocked on the door. They had a suitcase, two duffels, one plastic bag, and one hamper full of Dana's clothes with them. They received more than their fair share of concerned looks on the way over.

Why are we back at Shawn's? Dana pondered before brushing the thought off. It was perfectly natural to be visiting their friend again.

Shawn opened the door and motioned for them to enter. He closed the door after them and locked it.

"Leave those bags in the entryway," he commanded.

Ryan and Dana dropped their bags and took their position at the center of the dorm room, facing the wall. Shawn fiddled with the projector behind them. Again, spirals flashed onto the wall and a chiming noise played. Shawn stood in front of them and swung his pocketwatch.

Dana blinked and began to sway along with the pocketwatch. Her thoughts slowed. For some reason, she wanted nothing more than to obey...

XX

Ryan and Dana stared mindlessly forward. Shawn still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Let's check on your previous commands. How should you address me?"

Ryan opened his mouth, presumably to say something rude, but was silent.

Dana said simply, "Master."

"Good. And smile more when you address me."

"Yes, Master," Dana said, smiling cheerfully. Weirdly, her smile didn't seem unnatural. She looked sincerely happy to be calling him 'Master.'

"I have decided to go forward with it," Shawn said, speaking more to himself than his hypnotized friends, "You two are now my possessions. As my possessions, you will always do your best to please me. Do you understand?"

They both said, "Yes, Master."

"And that means doing your best to remain visually appealing to me at all times."

Shawn looked over his friends. Dana was wearing boot cut jeans and beat-up sneakers. Ryan was wearing shorts and a logo tee. This would not do. Changes would have to be made.

"Dana, your favorite color is now baby blue. All of your outfits must include baby blue, unless specifically instructed by me."

"Yes, Master."

"And Ryan, your favorite color is now soft pink. All your outfits must now include some soft pink, unless allowed by me."

"Yes, Master," Ryan spoked somewhat uneasily, like the words had to fight their way out of him.

"Now, undress."

Ryan and Dana began wordlessly taking off their clothes. Shirts, shorts, socks, and pants all fell to the floor. They stopped, however, at their underwear. Ryan and Dana looked at each other uneasily, unable to undress further. Ryan was wearing plaid boxers and Dana was wearing matching white panties and a wireframe bra.

"It's OK. You have my permission to undress fully."

Like a dam had burst, the two moved to strip their underwear off. Ryan slid his boxers down his legs and kicked them off. Dana unclasped her bra and dropped her panties.

My god, Shawn thought. Surely, he would get over the novelty of this power someday, but that day was not today.

Ryan's dick was soft, only about two inches. He was slim, pale, and mostly hairless, with only small bushes over his groin and under his arms. Shawn grinned maliciously. I even have a bigger dick than you! Today could not be going better.

Dana was who he was more interested in. She had an olive complexion, with perky B-cup breasts. She was mostly hairless too and from the looks of it, must regularly shave her legs and pits. Shawn could not believe he was actually seeing her naked. Her body was even more beautiful than he imagined.

Behave yourself, he thought, as if he had not already committed major ethical violations by going this far. As far as he knew though, no laws existed yet to regulate hypnosis. It wasn't illegal, just highly immoral.

Shawn stood fully clothed before his nude friends. This must be the first time they had seen each other naked too. He hoped they were enjoying it.

"Now, start going through all of Dana's clothes, including the ones she just took off. I want them sorted into piles: put all the jeans and pants here, put all shirts here, put all skirts and dresses here, put all bras and panties here," Shawn said as he pointed to various spots on the hardwood floor, "And if anything is baby blue or soft pink, put it aside for later."

Immediately, Dana and Ryan moved to complete his orders. They worked quicker than Shawn expected. There was no modesty or hesitancy to their actions. It was funny to watch them move, fully nude, sorting Dana's panties and tube tops.

Piles of distinct clothes coalesced quickly. Shawn watched the collection of baby blue and soft pink clothes grow. Dana had more soft pink but he was happy with her selection of baby blue too. It pleased him that his new servants would be color-coordinated. And it was that much more humiliating that Ryan's color would be pink.

Ryan carried a dainty, lace-fringed pink thong to the pile.

"Stop."

"Sorry, Master?" Again, there was a pause before Ryan said Master. Shawn considered programming this out of him, but he actually liked the little bit of resistance Ryan was giving.

"Put those on," Shawn commanded.

With only a bit of hesitancy, Ryan slid the thong up his legs and over his soft cock. Slowly, Shawn could see Ryan's dick stiffen underneath the pink fabric. I didn't order that... he thought.

"Tell me, have you ever crossdressed before?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," Ryan said.

"And did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Master," he said again.

Ryan's cheeks were becoming flush now. So they do retain a little awareness, Shawn thought, Good. I wouldn't like it if they were completely divorced from who they were before.

"I'm going to do you a favor. Say 'Thank you, Master.'"

"Thank you, Master." Ryan's voice was now soft and feminine, absent of any fake bravado he might have in his normal life.

"I'm going to help you crossdress more," Shawn said, "We'll start small and work our way up, OK?"

Ryan nodded.

"Starting now, you may not wear boy's underwear, even outside of this trance. Your only options are your girlfriend's pink panties plus any others I select for you."

"Yes, Master." Ryan's cheeks were bright red now. He held his hands nervously over his hard cock.

"And you," Shawn looked to Dana, who was still busy sorting clothes, "Put on that light-blue lingerie."

Dana stopped what she was doing and put on a push-up bra and boyshorts, both lacy and light blue with white bows on the front.

"Have you ever seen this lingerie before, Ryan?" Shawn asked.

"No I haven't, sir."

She must have been saving it then, Shawn thought. He admired the two of them together, both wearing skimpy lingerie and helplessly under his control. They returned to sorting clothes and were done fairly soon.

Dana already owned five pairs of pink panties, more than enough to get Ryan started. Besides that, there were pink shirts, miniskirts, camisoles, two pairs of tights, a teddy, and even a small, collared dress. Shawn would enjoy having Ryan dress up in those. Meanwhile, Dana only owned two light blue pairs of panties, plus a few light blue shirts and skirts, so Shawn would likely have to get her more. For now, she could wear other colors.

Shawn pointed to the pile of pants and jeans. "Those are staying with me. I'll donate them tomorrow. I don't want my women to wear pants. From now on, Dana, you will either be undressed or you will be wearing skirts and dresses."

Dana nodded.

Shawn then sifted quickly through the pile of shirts. He tossed a few less feminine ones into the jeans pile. Once the remaining clothes were only those he found appealing, he said, "Pack these up again and put on the outer clothes you had on when you arrived. But keep your current underwear on."

"Yes, Master," they said in unison.

Shawn could not help but smile as he saw Ryan, the jerk who always made virgin jokes at his expense, be ordered around in pink panties.

Ryan. Such a boyish name hardly fits his current position, Shawn thought. He would have to change that.

"Rose," he said, "Your name is now Rose. You may still answer to Ryan when in public or when speaking to people outside the friend group. But to Dana, Lacie, Indira, and I, you must go by Rose and correct anyone who calls you otherwise."

Rose nodded her head. Dana and she finished packing up her clothes.

Shawn had a lot planned for both of them.

End of Part 1!