The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was 6 pm in the afternoon and Mark was sitting on his bed with his cell phone in hand. Being a single boy and with the sexual desires of a college student, he couldn’t help but look at Instagram for a while so he could jerk off looking at some photos of scantily clad girls. Looking at all the options, he found all kinds of girls, but when he came to see a certain profile, he was stunned.

Jane, a beautiful young woman of twenty years old, smiled at him while posing in an exquisite bikini on a paradisiacal beach. Her skin, which showed a perfect tan, made her look radiant and invited anyone to look at that photo for hours, something that Mark would have done without a problem if it had not been for one small detail: She was his best friend.

Shaking his head, Mark tried to shake away the dirty thoughts about his friend; he loved her like a sister, but deep down, he also wanted to fuck her brains out, and seeing her so sensual in that photo and with such a small and tight bikini, there was no way to deny that if she weren’t his best friend, he would fuck her at least three times a day.

“Shit...” he said with disappointment.

But despite feeling that burning in his chest due to frustration, he looked at the photo again, and as he did so, he felt his cock rise little by little.

Closing his eyes, Mark imagined himself on that beach. If only he had been there that day, he would have laid down on the sand with her, and there, regardless of whether anyone saw them, he would have fucked her with the waves crashing behind them.

In the scene, Jane, lying in the sand and drenched in sweat, moaned uncontrollably as Mark penetrated her again and again, her face twisted into one full of pleasure and dedication while powerful moans escaped from her mouth.

Unable to bear imagining the girl of his dreams like that, Mark took out his cock and pulled it hard, imagining it going in and out of Jane, she being a whore eager to have it deep inside her.

With the heat of the situation increasing, Mark changed the photo to find something that would help him cum, and that’s how he found a new pic of Jane wearing a crop top with a V-neckline and a ring in the middle that opened to show off her toned abs. With a denim short underneath so short that it looked more like panties, she posed smiling towards the camera and in a totally carefree manner.

Jane had always been a beautiful girl with a free spirit, but also with a body so hot that she aroused sighs wherever she went, which is why she always received all kinds of proposals—from both boys and girls—to go on dates, or even some stronger ones to spend the night with her, but being a decent girl, she had always refused, although there was no way to deny that everyone who knew her wanted to leave her without her clothes.

Imagining himself again in the place of the photo, Mark could see himself taking off Jane’s blouse, and she, with her shorts still on and with her tits out, giving him a blowjob while he caressed her beautiful, ironed natural red hair and looking at his hazel eyes, which rested on him, giving him a look full of devotion.

Pulling his cock harder, Mark enjoyed the scene, almost as if his hand were Jane’s lips, squeezing his cock and going back and forth with expertise. Although he didn’t know what she was like when it came to sucking dick, something told him that she would surely be a complete whore and would do it better than anyone.

With his cock already throbbing, Mark knew he was about to come, but for that, he had to find a perfect photo. Moving on to the next one, he saw Jane again, but this time, she was accompanied by a Korean girl with dark hair and eyes the same color as Jane’s. In the image, both were dressed in a black bodysuit, matching heels, and wearing bunny ears for what appeared to be a costume party. Posing with their bodies bent, holding hands, and sending a kiss to the camera, the girls radiated sensuality and passion in their Playboy costumes, which is why Mark kept jerking off, his gaze fixed on both of them while he imagined having both at the same time for him on his bed.

When the semen came out, so did a scream from Mark, who was dejected after such a powerful cumshot. Lying down, he made sense of what he had just seen. The Korean girl who accompanied Jane was none other than Diane, Jane’s current girlfriend and who could enjoy what he couldn’t, leaving him alone with his imagination while she toured her best friend’s hot body at night.

Rolling around on the bed, he tugged at his hair and pulled it back. But of course he could replace Diane at any time, but out of pure kindness, he hadn’t done it years ago. But how? Well, the answer was quite simple actually. Since birth, Mark had had the ability that many would kill to have: Mind control. But not like the one that serves to calm people down or make them stop smoking or stupid things like that, no; this control was much stronger, capable of bending the will of someone and putting them under Mark’s dominion with just a mere thought, the best part being that they did it even believing it was of their own free will. With this power, Mark could very well get girls, power and lots of money, but despite having this, he had always been content with doing a good job to earn things, although from time to time, he used this to get out of trouble, although nothing out of the ordinary.

Yet, as he gazed upon her image, temptation whispered promises in his ear. Why should he deny himself the one girl he desired the most? With a snap of his fingers, he could make Jane love him, erase all memory of Diane from her mind, and claim her as his own.

How delicious would it be to have Jane walking around the house naked and serving him drinks while he played on his PC, or better yet, to have her suck him for a long time while he watched his favorite series, and after she finished, make her clean him with her tongue. Or going further, fuck her without a condom and make her carry his child for nine months, thus marking her as his property in front of everyone.

But another voice, faint yet insistent, cried out in protest. Jane was his friend, his confidant, his closest companion. To manipulate her feelings would be a betrayal beyond forgiveness, a sacrilege against everything they had shared. Could he live with himself, knowing that he had stolen her free will for his own selfish ends?

The debate raged within him, a war between desire and morality, temptation and restraint. Each argument, a dagger aimed at his heart, tore him apart with agonizing precision.

“No,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the silence of his room. “I can’t do it. I won’t.”

With Mark deep in thought, the phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he jumped out of bed. Jane was asking him for a video call.

“Talking about the devil!” he shouted, putting his pants back on and positioning himself in the bed.

When he finally clicked to answer, the screen flickered to life, revealing Jane’s smiling face. Diane stood beside her, a playful glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down Mark’s spine.

“Hey, Marky!” Jane’s voice was warm and inviting, pulling him into the conversation with ease. “How are you doing?”

Mark tried to contain his laughter at the question. The response “I was jerking off looking at your photos on Instagram less than five minutes ago” almost came out of his mouth, but holding back his laughter, he avoided screwing up like that and responded with a smile. “Hello Janey, just chilling, and you?”

Just when Jane was going to respond, Diane decided to enter the conversation.

“Well Mark, tomorrow is Jane’s birthday, so we want to celebrate in a big way!”

“Diane!” Jane shouted with visible annoyance. “I told you I wanted to tell him!”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, but you know I can’t keep surprises.”

“Surprises?” Mark asked, frowning.

Jane and Diane looked at each other, and sharing a laugh, they looked back at Mark, who stood waiting.

“Well,” Jane began. “Do you remember Kimberly?”

Mark remembered. The name seemed strange at first, but it only took him a few seconds to find the person they were talking about.

“The girl who has a fanaticism for watching that creepy anime?”

“Hahahaha!” laughed Diane, leaning on Jane’s shoulder. “I told you he’d find it strange!”

“What are you talking about?” Mark asked.

“Puff,” Jane snorted. “Diane and I are going to dinner tomorrow for my birthday and I want to invite you, but so you don’t go alone, I thought you could tell Kim.”

The statement hit Mark like a bolt of lightning. First, his best friend had been making dinner plans and hadn’t invited him; obviously, that bitch Diane monopolized everything Jane did without leaving room for anything else, something that drove Mark out of his mind. That Korean whore was always with Jane and was, in addition to being possessive, quite jealous, but although Mark considered her a very hot girl, he also hated her; if it weren’t for her, he would still have his best friend.

But that was not the worst! Mark almost fainted when Kimberly was mentioned to him. The girl was weird, always doing those fucking cosplays and dyeing her hair extravagant colors, and although her clothes could be very sexy at times, he didn’t like a girl with that image at all.

“You must be joking.”

“Come on! Don’t be a party pooper!” Jane shouted. “I’ve talked to her and she thinks you’re very handsome!”

“But with all that crap she wears—”

“If you saw her with her real hair and no makeup, you would see that she is quite pretty,” Diane interrupted.

“Do it for me!” Jane pleaded, clasping her hands before the screen. “Please!”

But how to deny a request from a girl like Jane? She had always had that effect on Mark, and when she made that sad kitty face, it was impossible to say deny something to her, and from the way she smiled, she knew well that using that tactic would always work for him, which is why she exploited it to convince Mark of all kinds of things when he refused.

“Ok then,” he responded. “I’ll do it.”

“Oh really?” Jane asked with a huge smile. “You’re the best!”

“Well, then I need to ask you a favor,” Diane added. “I have to go get Jane’s cake tomorrow at the bakery, but they ran out of staff to deliver it, so it would help me a lot if you could give me a ride to the restaurant once I pick it up.”

Mark’s heart sank as Diane made the request, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than to spend with Jane, but on the other hand, the thought of playing chauffeur to Diane seemed like a lot for him. If that bitch could miss the event, much the better for him, but seeing that Jane didn’t say anything, the answer came by itself. Obviously, in the next few seconds, Jane would ask for his help, so there was no other option and he would have to take the Korean whore to the restaurant.

“Sure,” he replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “I’ll pick you up from the bakery. No problem.”

“Thank you, Marky baby,” Jane said, her voice tinged with excitement. “I’ll send you the details tomorrow.”

“I’ll get sure to get extra cream from the bakery,” Diane laughed, her breath hot against Jane’s skin. “We’ll need it for dessert later.”

Mark’s stomach churned with revulsion, his hands clenching into fists as he fought to suppress the bile rising in his throat. Diane was breathing on Jane’s skin, inhaling her vanilla perfume and feeling her warmth, while he had to watch her behind a screen. Was she bragging that she had his best friend in her hands while he was helplessly watching that? The pain helplessness grew to the point that Mark once again asked himself if he could erase Diane from the map, and for a second, the no was replaced by a yes, but knowing it was wrong, Mark composed himself again.

But before he could muster a response, Jane replied, her smile bright and infectious as she waved goodbye. “See you soon, Mark! And thanks again for doing this.”

The next day passed quickly, and Jane, true to her word, sent Mark the address of the bakery and the time he was to pick up Diane; when the moment came, he left his house, driving slowly and hoping that the time with Diane would pass quickly.

When he arrived at the bakery, he saw her standing there with a large box, wearing a black dress and well made up.

Opening the door, he let her in.

“Oh, Jane is going to love this one,” Diane cooed, her eyes alight with excitement as she examined a chocolate cake adorned with strawberries from inside the box. “She has such a sweet tooth, you know. I always try to spoil her whenever I can.”

Mark gritted his teeth, the bitterness of jealousy coursing through his veins like a poison. How dare Diane speak of Jane with such tenderness, as if she were the only one who truly understood her? Didn’t she realize that Jane was his friend, his confidante, his everything? Since before she arrived, he had been to all the times she had cried, had problems or achievements too, and now, Diane was talking to him as if she had a superior position.

“And remember that time we went to that little café down the street?” Diane continued, oblivious to Mark’s simmering rage. “Jane couldn’t decide between the cheesecake and the tiramisu, so I bought her both. She was so happy, Mark. I’ve never seen her smile like that before.”

Each word was like a dagger to Mark’s heart, reopening wounds that felt like they never healed. He wanted to scream, to lash out at Diane for daring to intrude upon his memories of Jane, for daring to claim a love that rightfully belonged to him.

“I know you are her best friend and maybe you don’t like that now I have her to myself all the time, but I want you to know I love Jane more than anything in this world. I would do anything for her, Mark. Anything.”

Mark’s vision swam with a red haze of fury, his hands trembling with the effort to contain the storm raging within him. Going back to that moment when he had masturbated with photos of Jane, the agony of knowing he could never have her brought a tear to his face.

As Diane glanced back at Mark, her brow furrowed with concern, she couldn’t help but notice the tension radiating off him like waves of heat. “Hey, Mark, are you alright?” she asked.

Mark’s jaw clenched tighter, his muscles coiled like springs ready to snap. “No,” he whispered through gritted teeth, barely able to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface.

But Diane didn’t seem to hear him, her concern only deepening as she looked closer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Are you sure you’re okay?”

A primal scream tore through the air as Mark’s pent-up fury exploded into the open. “No!” he bellowed, his voice striking like a thunderclap. “I’m not okay, Diane!

Diane recoiled as if struck, her eyes widening in shock at the sudden outburst. “Mark, I...”

But before she could even say a single word, Mark let go of his mental power and reached into Diane’s mind, putting her in a trance so powerful that it rendered her silent. Gripping the steering wheel, Mark cried, knowing that what he was doing could have catastrophic effects if Jane found out, but there was no turning back.

“I hate you!” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. “I hate you for being with Jane, for stealing her away from me, you fucking harlot!”

Diane said nothing when she heard the terrible words. With her mind blank, she just listened.

“Every fucking night you fuck my best friend you break my heart! And you still have the nerve to say you want to go get whipped cream to spread on her? You’re a heartless bitch!”

With Diane quiet, Mark reached back into her mind, and as if he had flipped a switch, she reacted with a spasm, looking at him with terror in her gaze.

“Master!” Diane shouted, completely immersed in a state of control. “Please excuse me! I didn’t know you loved Jane, and if I had known, I would never have put myself between you two!”

But Mark’s anger grew bigger, more mocking, as he looked down at her with cold eyes. “You didn’t realize? Of course you didn’t realize, Diane. Because you’re nothing but a stupid bitch who can only think with her pussy, but now, you’re under my control, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m under your control.”

Mark’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he stopped the car in a desolate corner and leaned in closer. “And who am I, Diane?”

“You’re my master…”

“And what is your purpose in life?”

Diane’s response was crystal clear. “Make you happy, master.”

Taking Diane by the head, Mark guided her to where his cock was. When she got there, Diane knew what her master wanted, so she got to work, and with quick movements, she unbuttoned the boy’s pants and then lowered his underwear enough to leave his cock in the air.

Even though Mark knew she was a lesbian and that sucking cock wasn’t her thing, he let Diane do her job, and oh how well she did it! Raising her head up and down in a rhythmic manner, the Korean girl dedicated herself to sucking cock regardless of the fact that she had never been with a man; in her mind, the idea predominated that if her master wanted her to suck him in order to be happy, she would have to do it, because that was the reason that dictated everything she did.

Enjoying how she sucked, Mark imagined all kinds of things. Now with Diane under his control, he could make her get to the restaurant with her mouth full of cum before going to Diane. Or he could also fuck her in one of the bathrooms as a sign of revenge, to then force her not to clean herself and spend the entire dinner with stains of cum. But another fantasy involving Jane materialized, leaving Mark open-mouthed. What if he went to the restaurant, controlled Jane, and fucked them both in a cheap motel? That could work too, but Mark had never used his power on his best friend, and as strong as the temptation was, he wasn’t willing to betray her like that.

Good thing that Diane was not his best friend.

“How can I make you happy, master?” she asked as she popped the cock out of her mouth, causing a delicious sound with her cheek.

“You can start by ending things with Jane.”

But to Mark’s surprise, Diane’s eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of purpose, her voice steady. “I have a better idea, master,” she said, her words intriguing Mark. “Let me help you control Jane. With both of us under your command, you’ll have the power to dictate every move she makes, every thought she has. You’ll be the one in control of her feelings, her desires and her very soul. Just imagine how hot it would be if you took both us under your control and make us your lesbian cum dump slave-girls.”

Remaining silent, Mark returned to his eternal debate about whether to control Jane or not, but as if she knew what he was thinking, Diane continued with her speech.

“Think about it, Master,” she said, giving the tip of his cock gentle turns with her tongue. After a second of silence, she spit on the tip, and as soon as the drool touched Mark’s flesh, Diane took the entire piece back in in one bite, giving him a blowjob he never thought a lesbian could perform. With Mark manipulating her head, the girl went up and down again for a few minutes, until finally, he pulled his cock out again, and looking at him for approval, she continued talking. “You could make Jane beg for forgiveness, plead for your mercy as she realizes the extent of her betrayal. And once she’s at your mercy, you can make her dance to your tune, make her act out your darkest desires without question.”

Mark’s pulse quickened at the thought, his mind already racing with the possibilities of what he could do with such power. To see Jane humbled before him, to watch as she groveled at his feet, begging for his forgiveness—it was a temptation too sweet to resist.

“And Diane,” he mused, his voice low and dangerous. “What about you? What role will you play in all of this?”

Diane’s smile widened, a feral gleam in her eyes as she leaned against the cock and resumed sucking, but this time going straight to his balls. Between each suck, she responded. “I’ll be your… mmmmm… loyal servant, Master. I’ll…” she said again while enjoying the taste of his master’s balls on her mouth. “Do whatever it takes to please you… Mmmmmph… To ensure that… ssssssst… your every desire is fulfilled.”

“Ok then, bitch, listen what you will do when we arrive to the restaurant. But keep licking my balls.”

As Jane sat in the restaurant, her mind wandered as she waited for Mark and Diane to arrive. Thirty minutes had already passed in which she had been waiting and neither of them had given any sign. But her phone suddenly rang, jolting her out of her thoughts. With a frown, she answered the call, only to hear Diane’s voice on the other end.

“Jane, hey, it’s me,” Diane said, her tone tense. “We, uh, we had a little accident. The cake... It fell while we were on our way here. We might need some help. Oh, and Mark’s car is a mess.”

Jane’s heart skipped a beat at the news, her concern for her friend and her girl overriding any sense of annoyance. “Oh no, are you two okay?”

“We’re fine, just a bit shaken up. Can you come meet us in the lobby?”

Without hesitation, Jane nodded. “Of course, I’ll be right there,” she said before ending the call and rushing out of the restaurant.

As Jane arrived at the lobby, her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Diane, who stood there with a smile plastered on her face. Confusion creased Jane’s brow as she approached, her concern deepening at the sight of Mark’s grim expression.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Mark’s gaze hardened as he turned to face her, his voice cold and commanding. “Get in the car, Jane,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jane’s eyes widened in surprise at the abruptness of his command, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. “But what about the cake? And your car?” she asked, her confusion growing by the second.

“In the car, now.”

Four simple words were enough to put Jane in a trance state that made her mechanically get into the car, make her go with a blank mind and do nothing while her girlfriend Diane sucked her best friend while he was driving, and worse, to leave the restaurant where she would spend her birthday and go with them to a cheap motel, undress, and stay in bed in the doggy position and waiting for Mark, her master, to tell her what to do and with Diane by her side.

In front of them, Mark stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he looked upon the girls

“Diane, Jane,” he began, his voice steady and commanding. “From this moment forward, you belong to me. Your thoughts, your desires, your very will—everything is under my control.”

Diane and Jane remained silent, but despite this, their minds absorbed every word their former friend said and turned them into unbreakable orders that would move their lives.

“You will serve me,” Mark continued, his voice echoing with authority. “You will obey my every command without question, without hesitation. Your sole purpose is to please me, to fulfill my every desire.”

A sense of calm washed over Diane and Jane, a feeling of surrender as they nodded in unison, their voices soft and empty as they spoke.

“Yes, Master,” they stated, their words a solemn vow of obedience.

“I will control every aspect of your life. From the way you kiss to the way you bed, from the depths of your desires to the heights of your emotions, everything will be subject to my will. You will kiss only when I command it, and it will be with the passion that I decree.”

Another “Yes master” came from them, letting Mark continue with his molding.

“And when you fuck, it will be according to my desires. You will pleasure each other as I see fit, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization to my will.”

Touching their faces, Mark could feel their warmth. Leaving Diane aside, he focused directly on Jane, who was gawking at him.

“Lie down on the bed,” he ordered. “Diane, get on top of her and fuck her.”

Complying with what was ordered, Jane dropped her naked body on the bed; Diane crawled to get to her, and once she was close, she went towards her pussy to lick it, but Mark was faster and gave her a huge double-sided dildo that he had ordered at the motel reception when he arrived. Diane took it and inserted one end, then directed the other end towards Jane, and the redhead, understanding what her role was, put it inside her pussy. As soon as the sex toy sank between both pussies, it disappeared until it reached the bottom of both, but despite this, none of them showed any sign of enjoying the moment.

And this was where Mark would test his control.

“Jane, I want you to moan for me, but knowing that you are not doing it to enjoy the moment with your girlfriend, but because I order you to.”

With Mark removing his cock to masturbate to the scene, Jane began to moan softly as Diane pushed, sinking the dildo into both pussies.

Pulling quickly, Mark delighted in the mechanical moans of Jane, who accompanied each penetration with a sweet sound that he had orchestrated.

“Am I doing well, master?” Jane asked without losing eye contact with Mark, who was going crazy seeing his friend turned into nothing more than a puppet.

“I want you to show me more sensuality, Jane,” he said. “And you, Diane, touch her tits while you fuck her very, very slowly and sensually. But remember, you don’t love each other. You just fuck for my pleasure and nothing more.”

And so, Jane and Diane became nothing more than private porn actresses for Mark, following his orders and fucking as if it were a scene. Looking at Jane, Diane felt absolutely nothing. All the affection she had had for her girlfriend had been erased from her mind and she was fucking her just to satisfy the man who dominated them both. And this was only confirmed by Jane, who narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip slowly, leaning her body back and enjoying how that girl who could very well pass as a stranger to her, was fucking her for Mark’s pleasure.

At one point, Diane’s body fell on top of Jane’s, pushing the dildo even further. Upon receiving this blow, Jane opened her mouth and looking at her master with that feline look, she remained like that for a few seconds until Diane stepped back, leaving the wet dildo exposed.

With a sensual sigh from both of them, Diane moved as far away as she could and then let herself fall back down. Seeing the girls’ red faces, Mark approached the girl of his desires.

“Tell me how you feel about Diane,” he told Jane.

On any other occasion, Jane would have been full of praise for her girlfriend, but now, under Mark’s control, Diane was nothing more than a tool for pleasure, and they were only fucking to make him happy. With this clear, she did not hesitate to respond.

“Diane is just a toy, master.”

“Harder, Diane,” he ordered in an attempt to throw Jane off balance.

Moved by Mark’s orders, Diane stood up, and grabbed Jane’s legs, leaving both hands under her thighs and suspending them in the air. In that position, she adjusted the dildo and fucked Jane as if a man were doing it.

Moaning much louder, Jane tried to speak, but with the strong thrusts she was receiving, she was having a hard time.

“Master... She is nothing to me...”

“Nothing,” Mark repeated.

“Yes...” she moaned. “Nothing…”

At the same time that Jane’s legs bounced to escape Diane’s hands, the Korean girl’s tits jiggled like crazy, making a hypnotic lesbian sex scene. With each collision, both of their skins became more and more covered with sweat, until the sound of their flesh colliding was the only thing that sounded in the room.

The show continued throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning. Mark made the girls fuck in the same position for what seemed like an eternity, and forced them not to stop. Every time one came, he ordered them to continue, and while one shot the jets, the other continued pushing the dildo. Although the most exciting thing of all was not that the girls came about seven times each throughout the night, no; the most exciting thing was seeing their faces while they did so, which did not show the slightest bit of emotion when fucking. Happy to have them under his control, he made them even feel contempt for each other at some point, and it was much more delicious to see that despite feeling disgust between them, they couldn’t stop moaning while their pussies shared that immense dildo.

Sleeping with a girl in each arm, Mark smiled. Finally, Jane was his, and although he hadn’t fucked her, the fact that he had controlled her every gesture, every movement and even every moan was more than enough. Smiling, he fell asleep, hoping to wake up soon so he could continue playing with his slaves.