The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I could feel the hard-thumping heavy music pounding in my ears, resonating through the floor. It was a living, pulsing thing that swept over the strobing club in a lust-inducing haze... just like the cock that gorged my dripping cunt again and again as I drove myself down on it.

The orgy of sexual heat on the dance floor disguised as dancing was the perfect stimulus, and the perfect distraction. Cory always had such wicked ideas. The primal bumping and grinding of couples and threesomes made our liaison of me on his lap seem but a trifle to be discarded. The uncontrollable moans of lust that slid out of my lips were drowned out by the deafening industrial rock.

Our table was mostly hidden in the darkness, just like his piercing cock that was currently reducing my mind to orgasmic cinders was hidden beneath the tiny little pleated schoolgirl skirt he’d begged me to wear. My hard nipples slid in their freedom against the white silk blouse I wore. The scream of the guitar vibrating through the speakers seemed to be alive in my body, vibrating, and my own outcries of pleasure created a perfect unison.

There were a hundred people around us, maybe more, all swaying and head banging. All drinking, and laughing, all of them bumping and grinding. And in plain sight of all of them, we were fucking.

I opened my glossy eyes and watched the crowd ignore our primal unison. I shifted my calves, savoring the soft feel of the silk stockings that rode up to my thighs. Then, squeezing against him harder, I lifted myself and then drove myself down again atop his rock hard cock. Beneath me he trembled, and I felt the wake against my inner walls.

I bit my lip, staving off orgasm. This had to last as long as possible. I leaned against him, and whispered against his ears in a soft warm breath, “I’m not letting you off that easy, my beautiful Fuck God.” Squirming on his lap, I pressed my lips against his neck kissing the flesh there and smiling. I was going to torture him, and myself, before I let either of us off the hook.

I whispered, “How do you like this?” As I suddenly squeezed my pussy against his dick. He squirmed back. It was heaven.

He moaned softly, and I kissed him, opening my eyes to get the rush again of the people watching us. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was better than any rush I’d ever had, and I knew I was an exhibitionist junkie for good.

Slowly, teasingly, I pushed my hips into his, our sexual heat seething like a furnace out of control. My vision was blurry through my slitted eyes. I focused on two girls, who were interlaced almost as tight as Cory and me. My pussy twitched against his cock again, and I drove myself down. His fingertips bit into my thighs harder, trying to force a pace. Of course, I wouldn’t let him.

Playfully, I squirmed against his hardness again, not lifting myself up just yet. I licked my lips, and whispered, “Ready to cum, lover?”

He gulped a nod, and I prepared myself to finally finish off the ride of his life.

I turned my eyes to watch the dykes again. I wanted them to see us.

As I pushed my hard tits into his chest, I saw that they were gone. But my eyes caught something else instead. Sitting across the room there was this really weird chick calmly drinking a cup of red wine in an almost druid garb. The dark hood was pulled over her head, obscuring almost her entire face and what part of the robe was opened revealed only more black within. Despite the color, she clearly looked out of place in the middle of an industrial-pumped bump-and-grind drugged up goth club. And she was watching us. Me.

She smiled at me, and I had the odd sensation of being appraised, like a piece of jewelry, or a car. It made my toes curl. The lights around her seemed to make her milky skin glow with a soft almost halo-like light. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, across her shoulders. Lifting the dark red glass of wine to her lips she sipped slyly then licked her lips.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The sight of her was more than just an intoxicating drug. I felt... unworthy. Through the haze of everything else, I could see her impossibly clearly, right down to the warm depths of her forest-green eyes. I could hear the music of the club, distantly. The fog of people around Cory and I was forgotten. The only thought I held for that singular moment was Goddess.

I felt my hips still against Cory’s. I felt him push up against me, trying to finish himself off. In the distance, somewhere, Cory was whining in my ear for me to keep going. But I was stuck in a dream, caught in her sight like a deer against bright headlights.

I was waiting for her to run me over.

She took another sip of her wine, and seemed to contemplate me for a long moment. Almost indifferently, she crossed her legs slowly, her hand swirling the cup of wine in her hand in the fashion of the snobbishly rich. Then, she winked at me, as if we shared some secret common bond. My whole body flushed, hotly. Her lips moved, and I felt her voice in my head.

Orgasm. For me. Now.

The voice made my whole body quiver, and I obeyed, joyously, and heatedly. I rocked against Cory in primal need to get off, and he joined me against my lustful insistences. I screamed, caught in the ultimate bliss of the perfect orgasm I’d never had, until now. My whole body was one singular muscle, quivering and clenched in the throes of passion.

As the waves subsided, I slumped against Cory, and dreamily looked over to where the woman was. She, too, was gone, only the mist of her words in my brain as proof I’d ever seen her.

“God, Trinn,” he husked, holding me tight. I was still watching the spot where she’d been, until he wriggled beneath me, and I felt my inner walls pulsing again. I swiveled my eyes back to him. That brilliant lopsided smile creased his lips that I’d fallen in love with. “That was —”

I knew how it was. I was there. I didn’t have time, or need to hear him restate it. I needed answers.

“Did you see her?” I panted heavily, cutting him off. Anxiously, I shifted off his lap so he could fix himself up; and so that I could search for some semblance of proof that I hadn’t been hallucinating.. Perching on his knee, I craned my neck over the crowd, trying to find the strange woman.

He frowned, “See who?” The tone in his voice suddenly held a slight tone of bitterness. “Were you lusting after some other guy? Was someone was watching us?” I felt his body twisting and turning, trying to determine if we were in trouble.

I blinked, and glanced at him, matching my eyes to his. Coyly, I smiled, pressing my fingertip into his chest. Leaning forward while I licked my lips, I purred, “Why, the woman who was watching me. Fuck. You. That’s who. I think she liked it more than we did, stud.” Grinning in the wonderful afterglow of slutdom, I slid off his knee.

Cory chuckled allowing the thought to pass. The male ego was generally quick to be riled, and easy to appease. Cory’s was no exception. “Someone was actually watching us? No, I didn’t see her. Wish I had though. Could’ve invited her to join in,” he joked.

I smirked back at him, not even bothering with a response.

He slid out of his chair, making to leave with me. After all, our business was done here. I, however, wasn’t ready to leave just yet. I was hot, and sweaty, and dirty, and I felt the sudden urge to clean up.

Teasingly, I tapped on his chest again. “One minute, stud. Your little vixen needs to go to the little girls room,” I said. Playfully, I rubbed my polished buckle shoe into the marbled floor and looked at him with sad puppy-dog eyes. That always got him.

He nodded, “Don’t be too long, little girl,” he teased. “I’m going to be keeping you busy all night.” He gripped my backside, and kissed me fiercely. I felt my legs melt against his god-given ability to play the best damn game of tonsil hockey. I was reluctant to pull away, but the need to go there was too strong. I had to get to the bathroom. Now.

I felt my cunt twitch again. Biting my lower lip in expectation, I nodded. “I know.” My eyes darted around, before I pushed myself on tiptoes, husking low under my breath, “How about the park this time?” I twirled, letting my skirt fly up briefly and giving everyone in the club a quick peek at my assets, winked at Cory, and trotted off. All he could do was stare at me in wonder. I knew he was counting his lucky stars at managing to grab such a find as me. I was hot. Horny. And I knew it.

I bounced into the bathroom on a sexual high. A couple of the girls grinned at me as they pushed past. I heard hushed whispers, and caught one of them pointing at me out of the side of my eye. Had they been watching too? I felt my cunt starting to drip again, fresh dew. Something compelled me to grin back at them.

“Hey there, little girl,” I heard someone behind me say. I glanced over my shoulder, to notice a leather-clad girl in dominatrix gear heading my way. She suggested, “You’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?” Her eyes roamed up my knee-high white stockings, and the rest of my schoolgirl getup. Getting hit on by other women in clubs like these wasn’t anything new; and I was well aware of how attractive the whole schoolgirl fetish was, to both sexes. I decided to answer nicely this time. After all, I was in really good spirits.

I turned on the faucet, and splashed some water over my face to cool off, and collect my thoughts. Answering her, I nodded with excitement in my voice, “Oh, yes. Very naughty,” I agreed. “But sorry. I only play for the other team. Not my own.”

She sucked in her breath, and I watched her in the mirror as she traced the outline of her nipples that protruded against her leather corset. “Too bad. I could’ve shown you a much better time than he did.” The sound of the crop smacking into her open palm was enough to make me jump. She flexed the tough rubber handle between her hands, eyeing my reaction.

So she’d been watching, too. I squeezed my thighs together. I wanted to ask her what she saw. I wanted to ask her how hot we were together, what she felt. I wanted to know if she thought I was good enough. I wiped my face off with a paper towel, choosing not to. I knew where those questions would lead.

I grinned, nervously, remarking quietly, “No thanks. Maybe next time.” I took a slow, calming breath trying to purge my sex-driven brain of its need for the pleasures of the flesh. Tightly, I squeezed my thighs together and I was dimly aware of her watching my bare ass that my too-short skirt was exposing as I leaned back down to get a quick drink of water. For some reason, I didn’t try to pull it over my bottom. I didn’t stand up. With trepidation, I watched her reflection in the mirror.

As she slipped past me, I felt my ass sting. I jumped, of course, and couldn’t help but yelp. As I rubbed my sore bottom, I was vaguely aware of being very randy again. How many in the club had seen us? Had they all been watching? My brain was beginning to melt against the heat of the thoughts, of all their eyes on us. The water wasn’t doing any good.

I wanted to rush out, and fuck Cory all over again. Right there. On the dance floor.

My toes curled in the polished little buckle shoes. I slowed my breath down, and splashed some more water on my face. I had to cool down, before I went out there and got us both arrested. Doing it in the back of the club was one thing. In the middle of the dance floor, well, that was another thing altogether.

Taking several slow breaths, I finally began to get a hold of myself. At least long enough until we got to the park, I told myself. And everyone could watch us all over again. The thought of sitting on a park bench while some prude and his rich bitch rode through the walkway in a horse-drawn carriage watching us hump like fuck-starved bunnies was quickly starting to work me up again.

I grabbed a paper towel, and wiped the cool water off my face. When I looked back into the mirror to make sure I still looked as hot as I felt, ... I saw her again. The Queen. She looked even more regal, now, almost akin to a huge eagle, poised and ready to attack.

She was standing right behind me.

I was frozen with fear, and heat. I hadn’t heard her come in, and the sight of her had sent my heart pumping furiously. She was smiling beautifully, sexy-red lips brilliant against her creamy skin. My nipples tightened. What was she going to say to me?

Slowly, her lips moved as she leaned over. I felt the soft touch of her gloved hands against my shoulders. I didn’t dare turn around. If I did, I’d ... I was terrified of what I’d do for her. My skin prickled. I felt the trickle of my lust leaking down my thighs. The bathroom stank with my scent of sex. Her words branded themselves in my brain.

Orgasm. For me. Now.

Like a puppet on its owner’s command I collapsed to the floor as my pussy quivered and spasmed, sending the burst of the orgasmic rush to every pore of my body. Somehow, every fiber of my being, everything I was—arms, fingers, shoulders, toes—everything was connected to my red-hot cunt. I felt the rationale thoughts of my mind being melted away into the pot of her desire. My body was boiling. I was nothing more than a pool of sexual heat, and I moaned my desire for the world to hear.

And suddenly, the feeling was gone. My body was cold, barren. I had control of myself again, and I tried to piece everything together.

I will see you soon, child.

The words woke me up to the reality around me and I could hear again, as if by magic. The laughter of the other girls in the bathroom sent my cheeks burning red. I was splayed out on the floor, pinching my own nipples, and my little catholic-schoolgirl skirt was hiked up well over my stomach. Slowly, I removed the fingers I’d thrust into myself.

The Dominatrix merely grinned, “You sure you don’t want to go home with me honey? I’d train you to be a good little bitch. I’ve never seen anyone fuck themselves with such need.” She pushed the riding crop against my fire, sending me moaning again. I felt like a whore, a fucktoy, and everyone was turning me on as easily as a light bulb.

The shame of it all burned my face. But I was randy again. They were watching, and everyone that would come in would pool around in a slow circle. No one was leaving. I could hear their degrading whispers. They were staring. I felt their eyes on me. Their stares were like fingers in my brain, pushing me down into that pit of undeniable pleasure again. I could feel the brunt of their focus in my nipples, against my clit, breathing on my lips.

The leather-clad Domme slapped my swollen cunt with the crop lightly, “Well, speak up, you little cunt,” she cooed at me. I swear I saw her wink at the woman plaguing my thoughts.

I tore my mind away from the link it had with my cunt, and slowly managed to shake my head. “N-no,” I stammered, still lying on the floor. I wasn’t a lesbian. Cory was waiting for me outside. I had to leave. I just ... I couldn’t work up the will to move, just yet. That was all. “I need to—”

She leaned over me, “You need to what?” She asked, grinning. “Cum?” She pressed her hand against my sopping wet cunt, and squeezed. I could feel the reality of the situation slipping past my grip.

Vaguely, I heard the door open. “Jeanette! Get in here! No—forget that! You have to get in here. Check this out. You’ll love it.” The other women were busy cheering the Domme on. We were a show for them.

More girls were watching me. I heard myself whimper. I shook my head, slowly, unable to formulate the words. She’d leave, if I asked her to—I knew that. But she wanted to put on a show. She wanted me to be her star. I swallowed, forcing myself to ask her.

I took a deep breath, “Please—” I paused. She was there, again. Standing against the wall, holding a cup of dark red wine. She swirled it, almost uninterested. A slender brow was arched in my direction. The other eyes were fondling me. I writhed, my own sight fixated on the Druid Queen. No one else seemed to notice her. She was beyond them.

“Please what?“ The Domme pressed, gliding a finger across my trembling lips. I couldn’t see her. I could only see- ...

The Queen smiled at me, and slipped over towards the Domme, who was more than happy to wait for my answer while she mercilessly twisted my taut nipples. Cupping her slim gloved hands around the leather-clad Domme, I saw the hood of the robe fall forward even more, and heard the faintest of whispers. No else seemed to see.

I watched the Domme shiver in delight above me. Through the pitch black, I swear I saw the Queen’s lips move, in my fevered illusion.

Beg her. Now.

The words resonated in my brain. They reverberated, over and over, and over. Were they her words? Or were they my thoughts? I didn’t care. My needs and my sexual fire were the same right now, and it simply needed to be sated. I knew what my releaser wanted to hear.

“Please ... Mistress?” I begged, arching my hips into her touch. I felt the heat of shame set my nipples on fire, as the crowd watching only thickened.

I lost myself, there. Her fingers twisted my nipples, as I wallowed in shame and fire, just for permission to see her pretty pussy. She teased me, with her fingers, her boot, her crop, anything she could find to rub against my hungry lips, and lure me that much closer to the brink of orgasm.

I burned, knowing that the Queen was behind all this, that she was praising the Domme for humiliating me in front of a crowd of sex-starved strangers. She perched behind the woman like a bird of prey. The woman who pushed me further and further, with the Queen whispering in her ear, the dark gloved hands roaming over the woman’s body luxuriantly. Somehow I knew the only way to have those hands touch me was to submit even more.

The Domme—my Domme—pulled open the laces of her tight-fitting corset that kept her from getting arrested for indecent exposure. I licked my new Mistress’s cunt eagerly as soon as I saw it. It was automatic, instinctual. I kissed her feet. I rubbed my cheek against the slippery stockings that her flawless legs were encased within like an obedient, adoring puppy dog. At her bidding, I eagerly crawled on the floor, begging each and every girl in the circle who was utterly transfixed at my wantonness to let me lick her cunt, too. I lost track of how many lips and clits my swollen lips and tongue teased and pushed to orgasm, each time jealousy squeezing at my own cunt, yearning for all that I brought to them. Tears stained my red cheeks, just like the honey that dripped out of my needy cunt. All of it was to come. Just for permission, for the ability, to come. All the while, She was watching me. And that was all that really mattered.

Finally, the stain of pussy juice all over my face, my blouse, covered my entire body. Groveling to my Mistress, I was granted that release. As my body quaked with the primal emotion that surged through my blood, I heard Her, laughing at me in my head.

Again, everything was suddenly clear. I looked around the bathroom, and saw only the laughing and pleasured faces of my voyeuristic fans. I didn’t even know which ones I’d licked and which ones I hadn’t. Everything was a blur. But I knew what I had done. Tearfully, I pushed myself up, and ran out of the bathroom to the snickering of the other girls, and the protests of the Domme. Only the sound of my own quavering sobs was able to save me from becoming her new slave girl. I ran out of there for my life.

I slammed right into Cory. “Trinn?” He asked, frowning. He covered my breasts by pulling my shirt closed, and buttoned it slowly. Gently, he tapped my skirt down. I could feel the weight of everyone in the club on us. I didn’t want to leave.

A parade of grinning women exited soon after me, offering their congratulations to me at my performance. I shuddered in pleasure, and horror against Cory.

“What’s going on?” He demanded. I could sense his impatience, and suddenly I was aware of just how long I probably had kept him waiting. I bit my lip, hard, realizing that I had completely forgot about the guy who’d been everything to me in the last three years of my life.

“Who the hell are you?” I could sense the jealousy in Cory’s voice. The accusation. I looked up to see the Mistress that I’d just given myself to. My heart froze. My cunt leaked.

She smiled at me, ignoring Cory completely. “Are you okay?” There was gentle concern in her voice, and I felt the need to explain to her she hadn’t hurt me. I thought I saw a movement of black behind her.

Somehow, I found the energy to nod. I licked my lips, “Y-yeah,” I said, trying to laugh. It didn’t work. But I did my best not to break down, right there. “I just, ...,”

Really needed to be a good little slave to you. Thank you for teaching me.

“...teaching me.” I blinked. Had I been speaking? I didn’t remember saying anything, but everyone around us seemed to be almost laughing. I felt the shame creep into my cheeks again. My head whipped around, trying to find the Queen; but I had no luck.

She grinned lecherously, and Cory looked utterly dumbstruck. “Trinn?” He asked again, shoving me around to face him. He shook me twice, “What the hell is going on?”

The Domme just chuckled, sensing that she’d hooked me into her sordid little lifestyle. I was nothing more than a chalk mark on her victory board, another successful conversion for her side, and a submissive piece of ass for her to play with. I couldn’t deny how much that made my cunt smolder.

As she wandered off to go find more prey, she mused, “You’re welcome. You ever want to do that again, I’m here all the time, little girl.” She spanked my hot bottom, as she slipped past. I could only watch her leave.

I had to bite my lip, hard, to keep from asking her to take me with her.

Cory almost went after her, but his attention was more focused on the look of shame, and shock. He desperately shook me again, commanding my attention. “Trinn. What the fuck is going on? Talk to me, dammit!”

I looked at him, and wanted to talk to him. I wanted to beg him for help. I wasn’t a dyke. I wasn’t a cunt-licker. I loved cock—the more the better. But, the same fingertips were pressing on my mind, manipulating my brain, and I was helpless to stop it. I could feel it. I felt the shiver up my spine. Almost fearfully, I glanced around the club for the vision that had haunted me, that had dominated my thoughts.

I opened my mouth. I exhaled, so that I could speak the words. Nothing.

Again, I glanced around the club. It wasn’t like She would be difficult to find. I didn’t see her, at all. My head was beginning to clear, and it was all starting to make sense. I wasn’t going insane. Heaving a soft sigh of relief, I tugged on Cory’s hand. “Let’s get out of here,” I urged. He didn’t budge.

Pointedly, he asked me again, “What the hell was that all about?”

“Someone slipped some ecstasy into my drink, I think,” I muttered quietly. It was the only rational explanation, after all. It accounted for everything that evening, my sensitivity, the visions; all of it wrapped neatly up in a bundle. It wasn’t too hard to convince myself of the fact, either. “I need to get out of here, Cory. I need you to take care of me until this is over.” Anxiously, I wrung my hands together, looking at him, pleadingly. I wasn’t sure what else I would do, and he really was the only person around I could trust.

He nodded, frowning. Immediately his eyes went towards the girl who’d turned me into a cunt-slurping puppet of desire. “Alright, Trinn. It’ll be all right. We’ll get you out of here.” He kissed my cheek lightly, hugged me, and then carefully led me out of the club.

I closed my eyes, tasting the freedom of my own thoughts again. It scared me that it felt so empty, and that tucked under the protective arm of Cory, I still felt so unsafe. I couldn’t get rid of the odd sensation I was nothing more than a mouse to a cat.