The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My cunt was exploding. No, not literally—I mean I was cumming again, my fingers plunging in and out, fingertips wrinkled as I gushed juices. I was thinking of bodies, lips to lips, losing track of which pair of lips was touching which at any given time.

Why would I tell you about my vaginal bliss? Because that is when I was inspired and dreamed up the VulvaTek. Vibrators be damned, I wanted something that would attach to my clit and labia and melt my fucking mind.

So not to be too technical about it, I mixed a biofeedback unit with an ultrasonic micro-voltage integrator, transforming the electrical impulses from my clit into alpha, theta and delta wave patterns, and then used a forced induction spread to send it all through my brain, down my spine and back to my clit from the opposite direction.

The first tests were awful. I felt like an asshole when I used it. Then I tried reversing the polarity and voila, I felt like my body was one big vagina, and my torso was a giant clitoris that stretched from my crotch to the base of my neck.

I was addicted immediately. I began missing work, stopped eating... within a few days I was on the verge of going catatonic.

I was no longer touching myself. Every touch to my clit was repeated through the circuitry but kept individual, creating the sensation of a finger moving up my belly and sending me into convulsive delight. Very soon I had a thousand fingers and a few hundred vibrators keeping me beyond any though at all.

I was a lost cause.

Thank God for Jessi.

She was my girlfriend, although we didn’t live together. We sometimes went days without seeing each other. That’s how it is after years in a relationship, you know.

Anyway, she stopped by and found me, twitching and drooling on the bed. She was scared, as anyone would be. She wondered what the little pads connected to my temples were, but she figured they were up to no good. I beg to differ. It was really good.

Don’t ask me why we do certain things, but this was one of those times that bad judgment meets fate and they fuck and create babies that change the world forever.

She carried me to my bed, bless her heart. And you know how it is when someone else does the touching. I really don’t know how she made it without breaking her back—I was bucking and twisting like an eel in heat.

In the process, the temple pads came loose. It made no difference. I had enough residual sexual energy going that my body had long since found better routes than wires and relays. Rivulets of clitoral bliss were streaming over my skin, through my internal organs, turning me into some kind of sexual battery that kept going, and going, and going....

The pads, Jessi decided, had nothing to do with what was wrong. She picked them up and felt a tingle. Just to see what they were, she placed them on her own temples.

Everything that was working through me like a circuit suddenly had a new ground, a new route to play with.

Almost like a conscious entity, my sexual bliss streamed into Jessi with the force of a galactic fireball. I gradually came down from the heavens and saw her there, sitting on the bed, eyes unseeing and dilated. She was trembling and her mouth hung open with a tiny bit of drool hanging down. I watched as it slowly swung forward and back as she rocked, until it planted itself on her chest.

I could feel what was happening, and it was far from over. More and more of what had taken me over for days rushed into her. Her head began to flail side to side, and her body began to follow suit. Jumping up, though weak, I pushed her down onto the bed so she wouldn’t fall. When I did, the pads came loose on her, too.

I don’t know for certain what happened next, but I have a theory. With all these new channels tapped directly into her, and her body now believing itself to be nothing but one big sopping cunt, it was Fuckus Interruptus. She had to have something to fill the void.

Her eyes met mine. Her irises were almost invisible, tiny rings with her pupils giving her a doe-eyed and aroused countenance. I knew without thinking that mine had to be the same. I shivered as my body began building up its sexual charge again. I removed the rest of the unit, but it was no use. My physiology was trained to obey the hunger in my mind.

And Jessi? She had a look of ravenous insanity. My next laughing words were to be the words that would seal our fates together for eternity.

“Jessi, you are such a slut.”

“I am such a slut,” she agreed. It was not impassive or robotic, like all the Mind Control “experts” would have you believe. It was full of certainty, full of joy, like she had found the answer to life’s great mystery.

“How does it feel to be a giant pussy, Jessi-babes? Good, huh?” I said.

“Giant pussy Jessi-babes,” she intoned. “Good, huhhhhooooohhh.”

I guffawed. Her “huh” was more like a moan than a word.

My charge was building up again, and I didn’t know what to do. If I didn’t get rid of it, discharge it, we’d be two cunt-brains, lying on the bed, unable to do anything but cum until we died from lack of food and water.

I grabbed her head in my hands... it was all I could think to do.

I felt it. The charge bled into her. She was literally glowing now, overcome by my sexual pleasure squirming around inside her, taking her to new and untold heights. It wasn’t just her pleasure. She was feeling what I felt, and it was alien and unstoppable. It was bypassing every trained inhibition in her soft, cooked mind. How do I know this? Because while I was touching her, I could feel it.

I could feel my heat and lust pour into her more freely than it had just a few short minutes before. Her lips fell into an obscene forward thrust, and howls began to scream from her throat... bestial howls of fear mixed with insatiable need and unstoppable pleasure.

My hands jerked away from her and realization poured through me. She was living my fantasies, a captive of my pleasure, a toy of my libido. She was a slave. I must have been whispering these things to her as I thought, because the words came out of her, straining her thoughts and words through the meat-grinder of my lust that had taken up residence in her mind.

“i liiive your fannntasssssies... I am a cap cap captive of yourrrr pleasssurrrre... a toyyyyyyessoyyy of yourrrr libidoooooo... i am a slavvvvvvve....”

My sexual voltage jumped off the scale. I barely made it to her in time to discharge into her. It was survival, you know. I didn’t even have the first thought about what this was doing to her, or how permanent it would be.

Words I had never thought or dreamed consciously poured out of me, and I was too blissed to hear or understand them. I was riding the pleasure beyond human knowledge.

My slick hips rode her thigh... I was as much a slut as she, unable to stop, unable to escape, only craving more and more.

I got more.

I moved beyond heaven and into the realm of power and light. I was dance-fucking with Jessi’s soul. I was having the Orgasm of God.

I passed out.

When I woke up, I felt almost normal again. Other than being very, very hungry and a little weak, I felt better than I had... well, ever. I looked over to my left, and woke up even more.

There was Jessi, naked and kneeling at the side of the bed, her doe-eyes watching me, half closed in mute adoration. Lidded eyes are kind of hard to read, but I knew her mind. My words to her were coming back to me, flooding in... and this time I understood them.

Really, I felt kind of guilty and timid about the whole thing. And I wasn’t sure that what I thought had happened had happened the way I thought, although something had.

Whatever.

I decided to test it.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Jessi-babes” she answered. The words sounded like honey laced with a siren song.

“Hmm. What exactly are you doing?”

“Kneeling, Mistress, worshipping from lowliness as You have commanded.”

It would have been funny, but she was serious. There wasn’t a hint of amusement in her voice. Only sex and lust and adoration. It was seductive as hell.

I cringed. What had I done? Looking at her eyes, it seemed reasonable to assume this change would be permanent. Burned into her, so to speak. Indelible marker for the soul.

I jumped from the bed and began pacing back and forth. I was worried. What of her family, her sister, and friends? What about mine? I’d always fantasized about this kind of thing, but the reality included a huge set of problems.

I looked over at her with a furrowed brow. A huge set of problems. A huge set of titties. A wave of pleasure swept through me. My worries melted into tickling desire.

Oh, my God.

I wasn’t over it either, you see. Indelible marker for the soul for me, too.

“Come here, slave. Comfort your fucking horny Mistress.” The words were out before I could even think. They were like silk over fragrant skin. I could hear how they tingled on the eardrums. Seductive. Inescapable.

The VulvaTek had changed everything.

Internally, I shrugged. I mean, I’d created this super-sex slut out of my girlfriend.

Who was I to abandon her now that she needed me to feel the least bit happy? After all, there were worse fates. I was only being the loving slut—I mean woman—that any partner would be.

“Lick my asshole, baby,” I crooned, spreading my legs and crouching down, “and finger me like there’s no fucking tomorrow.” I shrieked in joy as she complied. With my new clit-skin, it was like being melted into pure gold. Her tongue wiggled and dipped and twisted in ways I’d never dreamed possible, and I knew I was lost. I would be her Mistress forever.

I fell over and still she kept on, my breathing too ragged to tell her to stop... but I managed, before I commanded her to lick my pussy and ride my face until she passed out.

We climbed Mt. Everest and jumped for the moon through moans and licks and groans and screams of joy as fire consumed us and our souls burned more and more together, fused into one desire.

And then, we came together... losing track of everything but the Fire of Eros pouring onto us like liquid friction, rubbing and rubbing, thrashing out of control, and as I screamed and screamed in pain and pleasure, wondering why I ever had second thoughts, knowing it would never get better...

But it did.

Ohhhhh, it did.

I don’t even go by Dina except in rare circumstances now. Slave and I are so bonded that I doubt I could live without her, or she without me. Thanks to the VulvaTek, our sex is a symphony of lust and abandon, and she lives to obey my every thought. I live to accommodate her need to surrender to me. It’s perfect.

The only thing odd we’ve discovered is that we need more instruments. Our sex doesn’t drain our “batteries” anymore. And we need that in order to eat, to survive, so that we can fuck. Oh, and we live to fuck.

So today, we’re celebrating. The symphony calls us. Leads us. And I am the Conductor.

The Composer. The Mistress.

We’re going to fuck until our brains are running out our ears. Build up everything and charge up the VulvaTek for a new purpose. Tomorrow we go to the malls and museums, the homes and hangouts.

Tomorrow, we recruit the players, the slaves, tongues, cunts and lust of as many women as we can... until no more can be found.

Tomorrow, we write and play the Final Movement... the Grand Finale.

Tomorrow, the world belongs to my pussy.

My cunt is exploding.