The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Want a kiss?”

I turned from my reverie to face the owner of the sultry voice murmuring into my ear. She was leaning in close to me, draping herself over the back of the couch where I sat. Her luscious red lips were parted just enough to let me see the tip of her tongue peeking out between her teeth, and her green eyes danced as they met mine, invitingly. She held up a teardrop-shaped chocolate wrapped in red tinfoil.

“Tease,” I said as I accepted the candy.

“Hah,” Kerry replied, standing up, “just let me catch you when Meg’s not around.”

“She’s not around now...”

“Who’s not around?” said Meg, settling in beside me. Kerry threw me a wink and disappeared into the crowd.

Officially this was the “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre” party, so we were all dressed as gangsters, ruffians, and lowlifes of every description. Tommygun waterpistols abounded. I had done my best, with a pinstripe suit with suspenders and vest, topped off with a fedora and—my triumph—white spats. Meg was dressed as a flapper, with a tubelike silver satin dress that went all the way down to maybe mid-thigh and black lacy stockings that continued from there. I’d seen her playing with a toy derringer in a garter holster earlier, but I had no idea where she had been thinking she could hide it. The stockings were held up with a garter belt, anyhow—I could see the straps whenever she adjusted her dress. I pretended I was trying not to stare.

Meg has always been my dream girl.

“Mmm, hi,” I said as she snuggled up to my side. “I didn’t hear you come up with all the noise around. You should be careful sneaking up on people like that—you never know what might happen.”

“I’ll try to use this power only for good,” said Meg distractedly. “Candy heart?”

I accepted the proffered tidbit. One thing Valentine’s Day parties are always good for is candy hearts. They’re not quite as much fun as fortune cookies because you can’t just add a phrase like “in bed” at the end of every one to make a joke—at least, I’ve never found a good phrase for them—and the themes are pretty much always the same. But I like concentrations of pure sugar anyway; the random words are just a bonus.

I looked at the one I was holding. “Sleep now,” it said. My eyelids fell suddenly closed.

Meg had hypnotised me at a party the night we first met. I went home with her because I couldn’t remember where I lived for some reason—I’m still not sure why that was, weird fluke of memory or something—and we’d been dating ever since. She does sometimes like to get a little kinky—and toppy—in our sex games... but I don’t mind too much, because, as she told me that first night, I like being submissive for her. She was so right about that. Everything she told me that night was so true... She still continued to hypnotise me for fun sometimes, and I had the vague impression that she might have done it recently—there were several evenings I couldn’t remember very well—but if so I had no idea what she’d done. Or what I’d done. Or what I would do...

I opened my eyes. I was standing in the hallway next to the bathroom.

“Hey, wanna go outside?” said Meg.

“Um, what?” I said.

“Out on the porch? It’s nice and cool, the air will clear your head. Come on!”

“Um, ok. What did I... what just...”

“Yay! Just as I thought. Nobody out here right now.”

“Cool. But what...”

“Shh. Kiss me.”

No need to tell me that twice. Meg has wonderful lips. I kissed her long and lingeringly, while she took my right hand and pressed it between her legs, under her dress. I discovered why she’d been so careful to keep adjusting her dress when she sat down.

I tried to use this knowledge only for good.

“Mmm...” Meg murmured, and pressed her hips forward into my hand. She rubbed her cheek against mine as she leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. “You know,” she whispered, “what you really need is a tongue down there.”

It did sound appealing. But I could hear voices in the kitchen just on the other side of the door. “Someone might walk out and see us,” I replied.

“Spoilsport,” she whispered. She reached behind her and pressed something into my left hand, which was against the small of her back. Curious, I brought it around to look at it.

It was a small candy heart. “Eat Me,” it said.

With no apparent transition I was kneeling on the porch licking my Mistress’s pussy. Her hips pressed into my face and she reached down under her dress to twine her fingers in my hair... then she pulled hard and yanked me half to my feet, just as the door from the kitchen opened.

“Mmmm, I could use another drink” Meg said lazily as I stumbled to my feet. “Will you get it for me?” She handed me her cup with a sly grin.

I took a deep breath to steady myself. Meg looked on innocently. I could still taste her on my lips, smell the scent of her pussy stronger than anything else... and I couldn’t say anything, because three other people had just walked out on the porch beside us, lighting up cigarettes and chattering away. I edged past them, keeping my body turned away and hoping my pants didn’t bulge too noticeably.

Well, now I had some idea what she was up to. Candy hearts. Scary.

All right, so what was the worst that could happen? I trusted Meg to keep me safe from self-injury or major social scandal, but she wasn’t above making me work for it. Or sweat a little. Obviously.

I racked my brains for all the candy-heart slogans I could think of. Most were pretty innocuous, really. “Eat me” was a lucky double entendre, but as best I could remember most of them were things like “Kiss me”—which I hardly minded—or “Be mine”—which I already was.

Wait, now—what was that first one she’d shown me? I couldn’t remember it anymore, but it seemed like there had been something odd about the slogan...

“Alone at last,” came the sultry voice in my ear. Kerry again, pressed up against me in the crush of people trying to reach the refrigerator. Pressed rather tightly against me... good thing she wasn’t in front of me, or she might interpret my body’s lingering thoughts of Meg as something else again.

As it was, I hoped she wasn’t close enough to my face to smell what I’d just been doing.

“Yeah, it’s—oof!—nice to have the kitchen completely to ourselves like this,” I said, taking an accidental elbow in the ribs from the guy in front of me.

“Sorry about that, man” he apologized.

“Hey, no problem—the refrigerator is MINE! Ah-ha-ha-ha haaa!” I enthused mildly, groping through the shelves for something Meg might like.

“Ooh, I love to see a man on his knees. Could you hand me a cider while you’re... down there? I’d be ever so grateful...” Kerry vamped in my ear.

“You’re letting that outfit go to your head,” I answered, fishing out three ciders and handing her one. Kerry was dressed as a torch singer, in heels and stockings and a very tight black silk dress that was slit up the sides farther than I dared look. Turning around to hand her the bottle, I realized that kneeling to poke through the fridge had placed my face about even with her belly. I could still smell Meg’s pussy and was very aware that my face was only a few inches from Kerry’s.

I felt the temperature rise a few degrees in the room. Slowly I looked up at her.

I could see that Kerry was thinking the same thing, and she looked like she might be about to blush. Instead she held my eyes, and very deliberately placed one foot on a stool next to the refrigerator, baring her whole leg to where the tops of her garter straps disappeared into the slit in the dress. “See anything you like?” she asked, with her eyes locked on mine.

“Hey, no sex in front of the refrigerator!” “Yeah, there’s people dying for a beer back here!” “Get a room!” called the peanut gallery behind her, and a good-natured shove sent her half-toppling onto me. I caught her around the waist—trying very hard to avoid anyplace more suggestive, the warmth of her skin underneath the silk dress was intense enough—and helped her stumble out of the way of the mob.

“Actually, I’m a man on a mission,” I said, holding up the two bottles by way of explanation.

“Oh-ho!” she smiled, arching an eyebrow. “You get away this time. But I’ll get you, my pretty!” And she whirled dramatically and headed into another room.

And your little dog Toto, too? I thought. I don’t even have a little dog Toto.

Such predicaments; I must forge ahead.

Opening Meg’s cider first, I stepped out onto the back porch and offered it to her as she lounged against the rail.

“What’s this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, ‘Rabid Weasel Hard Cider,’” I said, reading the label. “Eight percent alcohol by volume, contents... hm, I can’t find the contents listed...”

“Is that any way to serve me?” she asked, looking me up and down and lifting the eyebrow higher. I gave her a blank look, and she nodded towards the floor of the deck in front of her.

Hoping I was interpreting correctly, I knelt, and held the bottle up towards her like an offering. “Please accept this humble token of my eternal devotion?” I said tentatively.

“Yeah! You go, girl!” cheered one of the smokers, a blonde woman I didn’t recognize, stubbing out her cigarette and clapping. Meg inclined her head regally towards us both, then gestured to me to stand up again as the smokers filed back indoors.

“Much better,” she nodded, as I opened my bottle and joined her leaning against the railing. She held up her bottle to clink it against mine in a toast. As I raised my bottle to my lips she said, “To begging.”

“What?” I said, forgetting to take a sip.

“Begging. Isn’t that what your last girlfriend called dating? Begging for sex?”

“Uh... yeah, but I’m not sure I agreed with that, I mean, there are lots of other...”

“I do so like to see you beg” Meg interrupted my babbling, leaning her face in to mine. She held my eyes for a moment, teasingly. Then she breathed in deeply. “Mm, and you smell so nice. Too bad I have to go find the bathroom now... it seems like such a shame to leave you alone. But I’ll be back. Would you like another candy heart before I go?”

“Do I dare?” I answered wryly.

She brought a hand around in front of her and held something towards me. “Oh, take a look,” she said, smiling.

Of course it was a candy heart. “Beg for it,” it read.

And then I was on my knees at her feet again, pleading with her. “Please? Please may I? Please?”

“Please what?” she asked teasingly.

“Please may I have...” I wasn’t entirely sure what I was begging for, though whatever it was, I was suddenly desperate to have it. “Please may I have it?”

“Please, what?” she asked very definitively, arching her eyebrow again.

I heard the kitchen door starting to open. Someone was about to step out onto the porch and see us here, me kneeling at Meg’s feet like a dog. “Please... Mistress?” I asked quickly, lowering my voice.

“That’s better.” she said. “Catch!” She tossed the piece of candy up into the air, and I caught it in my mouth.

“Bravo!” said a voice from the doorway. “Does he do any other tricks?” it was Kerry.

“Oh, he’s very well trained,” said Meg, smiling.

“Do tell?” said Kerry, walking over to join us as I stood up. “Oh, don’t get up on my account.”

“I’m not sure I should leave you two alone,” said Meg, stopping on her way towards the door and turning back towards us with a wink.

“Oh, I’ll take good care of him,” answered Kerry, leaning into me and twining her arm through mine.

“That’s what I’m afraid of, you brazen hussy” said Meg, smiling.

“Brazen hussy?!” exclaimed Kerry in mock anger. “Why... you heartless bitch!”

“Shameless tramp.”

“Ice queen.”

“Bold strumpet.”

“’Strumpet’? Ooh, good one. Um... Ball-busting man-eater!”

“Exhibitionistic slut.”

At about this point I chose to make my exit, quietly, while the women were occupied with their battle of words. I was afraid if I said anything at all Meg would make me lick her shoes or something, so I discreetly slipped through the door while they were distracted.

At least I’d get a chance to drink my cider. I’d completely forgotten about it in the excitement of... I flushed. Meg’s manipulations. She liked teasing me like that, but we’d never done anything quite so public before. Or just nearly public. I had to admit, the constant almost-discovery was pretty sexy. And terrifying.

The stereo in the living room was playing “Tainted Love”—how appropriate—so I wandered in there and made a fool of myself with the other folks dancing until the song ended. When I headed back towards the porch to see if Meg was back from the bathroom yet, I saw that she and Kerry were alone back there, again or still, but they seemed to have ended their playful argument. Kerry had found a chair and was slumped bonelessly forward in it while Meg massaged her back and spoke in her ear. Kerry nodded slowly while Meg spoke. It was good to see them getting along, but I decided not to interrupt.

So I went back into the living room and danced some more. A while later, heading back towards the kitchen for another drink, I noticed a knot of people clustered around the food table, taking candy from a new bowl on the table and laughing.

“All right! Listen to this one!” said a woman I knew as a friend of Meg’s. “’Suck my throbbing man-meat.’ Ooh, suck my throbbing man-meat!” she repeated, turning to the woman next to her. They both dissolved in gales of laughter.

“Have you seen them?” said Kerry, suddenly appearing at my elbow. She tugged on my sleeve to draw me into a side room.

“Seen what?” I asked.

“X-rated candy valentine hearts.” she answered, gesturing towards the crowd by the candy bowl. “See, here’s one...”

Oh, shit. Oh. Shit.

I tried to leave, but her hand was already in front of me, holding up a candy heart. “On your knees, slave!” it read.

I was kneeling at Kerry’s feet. Suddenly feeling very, very submissive.

“Hey, it works!” she laughed. Leaning down to hold her lips teasingly close to mine, she looked into my eyes consideringly. “What should I make you do for me, slave?” With her foot, she nudged the room’s door shut beside her.

My cock jumped, and I gave a little gasp. Suddenly, I really liked hearing Kerry call me that. Slave. Wow.

She looked at my just-parted lips, and back into my eyes. Slowly, she moved her lips forward towards mine... watching my lips as they waited eagerly for hers, and watching my eyes as I waited, helplessly, for her to take me. Slowly, tenderly, she kissed me.

Eventually we came up for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she said. She looked into my eyes tenderly, as I knelt at her feet. Then she got a devilish grin. “Let’s try one at random!” She reached behind her back to a table, and I heard several candy hearts rattling on the tabletop. Her hand came around in front, and I looked at it.

“Tie me up and whip me, baby!” it read.

I knew our hosts kept some interesting sex toys, but I didn’t remember seeing them when I’d stepped into the room, though it was a bedroom. I must have noticed them, though, because the next thing I knew I had Kerry handcuffed (with padded handcuffs! Cool!) to the bedposts, her ankles tied apart with soft rope, and the back of her skirt thrown up to expose her very shapely ass, which I was beating with a luxuriously soft deerhide flogger.

That was when Meg walked into the room. She looked at us, smiled, and shut the door behind her.

I stopped flogging Kerry’s ass.

“Well, I see I was right to worry about you two together. What have you got up to while I was gone?” Meg asked quietly, looking more aroused than offended. “Candy heart?” she said to me, holding out her hand.

I took it. “You belong to Meg,” it said.

It’s true, of course. Meg has always been my dream girl. I ate the candy, letting the flogger fall out of my hand as I waited for my Mistress to tell me what to do next.

“Here, Kerry, would you like one too?” Meg asked, setting a piece of candy on the bed next to Kerry’s face. Kerry turned her head to look at it, and gave a little gasp.

“I want Meg,” she said softly. “Oh, God, I sure do. You could take me right here, Meg, right now...” she was grinding her hips into the mattress, writhing lasciviously. “Oh, shit, what am I doing? What did you do to me? Oh, no, they work on me too?”

“Of course they do, Kerry. You were so anxious to... participate. How could I leave you out?”

“Heartless bitch” said Kerry. “Please, please touch me. Please, Meg?”

Meg sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Kerry’s stockinged leg, running her hand from the ankle up to Kerry’s bare ass. Kerry moaned and writhed a bit with pleasure. “And after you asked me if you could have John, here, just for a little while, I told you you could, but there would be a price. But you don’t remember that conversation now, do you Kerry? It all faded from your mind like a dream, after I hypnotised you. You really should have asked what the price would be.”

Kerry moaned even more as Meg’s hand continued to roam around her body.

“Now I could take you both, right here in the middle of the party, in our hosts’ bedroom. That could be a lot of fun. But we’d probably make some noise—you’d probably both have to moan my name very loudly when you came—and everyone would know what we were doing. And then we’d have to walk out of the room, with everyone at the party knowing I’d just had you both pleasuring me, right here. Everyone watching us. What do you think about that?”

I didn’t think anything. I belonged to Meg. I knew she could do anything with me she wanted.

“Oh, I don’t care, just touch me, make me come, please!” said Kerry.

“I could pull out a handful of candy hearts and see what we get...” Meg continued, walking over to the table where Kerry had piled her candy stash.

“Or, I could take you both home, where I could make you both serve me for as long as I liked before I let you get off. The whole way home you’d have to think about what you’ll do for me, and you’ll be so turned on by that, but neither of you will be able to come until I let you.”

“Nnnnhhh!” moaned Kerry in frustration, as Meg’s hand went back to teasing her.

“On the other hand... you do look nice all tied up like that. It seems a shame to waste it...”

“Pleeease!” begged Kerry.

“Hm. John, do you have that knife with you? Give it to me.”

I took out my leatherman and handed it to my Owner. Be prepared.

Meg unfolded the large knife blade in front of Kerry’s eyes. It’s large for a pocketknife, but not incredibly huge. Unless it’s inches from your face.

“I’ll bet you thought he was just happy to see you, huh?” Meg teased. “Then again...” she slowly backed up until her rear was pressing against my now very stiff cock through my pants “I’m sure he was.” She wiggled her butt a little against me, and I put my arms around her automatically.

“Now let’s see...” Meg said, holding the knife over Kerry’s immobile body, considering where to cut first. She drew one of my hands around to press between her legs while she thought. “Mmmmm, yes, like that. You look pretty helpless there, Kerry. What could possibly feel more vulnerable than being helplessly horny while you’re tied spread-eagle to a bed?”

Meg’s knife touched Kerry’s bare thigh, just above the tops of her stockings, and Kerry gasped. Meg turned the side of the blade against Kerry’s flesh and slowly drew it upwards, caressing Kerry’s ass with the knife. “How about...” the knife slipped under Kerry’s panties at the side “being naked and horny and tied spread-eagle to the bed?” She quickly sliced open Kerry’s panties on that side, then moved the knife to the other side, letting the point drag against Kerry’s ass, slipped it under the fabric and cut again. With the knife hand she gently pulled Kerry’s now-ruined panties off.

“Sorry about the satin. They were nice. But you don’t mind, do you Kerry?”

“No... please touch me!”

“Ah... what do we say?” Meg asked, her hand just barely not touching Kerry’s ass.

“Please! Pleeeeease!”

Meg placed another candy heart in front of Kerry, whose eyes immediately locked on it. “Please Mistress!” Kerry read quickly.

“That’s better.” Meg said, finally putting her hand on Kerry’s flesh.

“Ohh...”

“John?” Meg handed me another candy heart.

“Deeper” it said. Everything seemed to get a bit more far away and quiet.

“Go and sit by Kerry’s other side, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. Do everything you can to arouse her. You will feel as turned on as she does.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, and sat on the bed next to Kerry. I brushed my lips against her tender neck, and she moaned again.

“Mmm, Kerry, you’re all wet now, however could that have happened?” Kerry gasped loudly as Meg’s hand reached up between her thighs.

“Ohh... oh, yes, mmm....”

“I asked you a question, Kerry. And if you want me to continue touching and stroking your pussy, Kerry, you have to answer me.”

“Oh, yes, please! Please keep touching me! Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please Mistress! Please keep touching my pussy, Mistress!”

“That’s better. Now tell me what made your pussy get so wet, Kerry?”

“You did! You said... you made me want you!”

“What do you call me?”

“Ohhh... oh, god... Mistress! You made me want you, Mistress. Ohmmm...”

Meg’s hand was rubbing rhythmically up and down underneath Kerry’s body now, and I tried to match my kisses and caresses with her rhythm. “And how did I make you want me, Kerry?”

“You... ohhhh... you hypnotised me...”

“Being hypnotised makes you wet, Kerry?”

“Yes... Mistress...”

“That’s very good, Kerry. Very, very good. I’m going to make you even wetter now, Kerry, so very hot and aroused. You want that, don’t you?”

“Ohhh, yes, Mistress... yes, please... make me wetter...”

“I’m going to put a finger inside you, Kerry—”

“Yes, please!”

“—and as my finger slides into your pussy, you will feel yourself sliding into a hypnotic trance, slipping into hypnosis as my finger slips inside of you. It will feel so good to relax as my finger slides you into hypnosis, Kerry, won’t it? Already you’re imagining the feeling, ready to surrender to it, ready to relax and let me in...”

“ohhhhhh”

“And now surrender for me Kerry...”

“OHHhhhh... yesssssss...” I could feel Kerry go limp as all the tension drained out of her body... except her hips, which continued to buck against Meg’s hand, but slowly now.

“Yes, that’s it. Sliding deeper and deeper as my finger sliides you deeper... relaxing for me, as all your muscles go limp and you open yourself to me more and more... and each finger opens you more and more, relaxing more with each finger I sliiide inside you... deep inside you...”

“Oh!” Kerry gasped and seemed to go even more limp as Meg adjusted her hand between Kerry’s thighs.

“I want you to count how deep you are for me, Kerry. As each finger slides you further and deeper, count how relaxed you are becoming, how deep you have gone for me, how strong my influence has grown inside you. I have two fingers inside you now, Kerry.”

“Ohhh!”

“Say that, for me, Kerry: two...”

“Two... ohh... mmmm....”

“And now?”

Kerry’s body stiffened for a moment and then relaxed again. “aAaah! Th...three...” came her voice more faintly than before.

“Yes, three, and you’re very deep and relaxed for me now, Kerry.”

“uhhhhhh.... huhhhh....” Kerry agreed quietly.

“And it feels soooo good to stay here, and so good to go deeper—”

“mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...”

“—my words sliding in and out of you, sliding you deeper, as you open yourself up to take them in, relaxing more and more as I touch you, welcoming my words inside of you and opening yourself to me MORE... and MORE... and MORE...”

“ahhh!” with each “MORE” my Mistress gave a push and a ripple went through Kerry’s body and I could feel the pleasure melting her away, could barely feel her soft skin as I kissed and nuzzled her shoulder and neck, both lost in our Mistress’s words...

“and at FOUR, Kerry—”

“aaaaaah! ff...ffffrhhh...”

“—your body is so open, Kerry, you are so open now, so open for my words, my hands, my touch, and deeper than you can imagine, Kerry, so deep and going deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, and now you are...”

a pause

“hhhhhhh! pp...plsss... pleeeehssss... plheess msstress plhees...”

“at FIVE.”

“Aaaaaahhhhhh!”

“At FIVE, Kerry—”

“fffhvv...”

“—yes, FIVE, and you have no control now Kerry, no control over your body, no control over your mind, my words are inside you and your body fits around my hand like a puppet, you are a puppet on my hand, and my every movement brings you so much pleasure, more than you can imagine, Kerry, and you know that you will come when I want, you will move when I want, you will think what I want, you will know what I want. And when I say you will come, Kerry... you are so ready... so ready...”

“hh...”

“... and NOW”

We were walking back home, Meg and Kerry and I—it was a shame we had to leave the party kind of early, but I had felt really sleepy for some reason and Meg suggested we turn in. I remembered thinking Meg was up to something but I couldn’t imagine what. But Meg said she had something to show me and Kerry at home, so we packed up (Kerry was looking very rumpled and distracted, I wondered what had happened to her) and headed off.

“Hey, I smuggled out some of those candy hearts,” said Meg. “Wanna see?”