The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Gabe stepped out of the bathroom to find Abbe waiting for him. “Surprise!”

He looked her over carefully: black cocktail dress clinging in all the right places, strappy heels, and in her outstretched hand a shiny gift bag tied in a bow. “You’re dressed already,” he joked. “That really is a surprise.”

“Brave talk for a guy whose vital spots are fully exposed,” she countered. “Now open this, please.”

“Before I even get dressed?”

“Yes, honey. You’ll understand in a minute.”

He tugged at the bow until it came undone and reached inside. His fingers closed on something incredibly smooth and slippery. “Oooooh … are you going to model this for me?”

She laughed. “You’d find that profoundly unsatisfying.”

Puzzled, he pulled the item out of the bag for a closer look and found a pair of men’s boxers in black silk. “For me?”

“Unless you’d rather I give them to my uncle Joe, sweetheart.”

He shuddered comically. “I don’t think the old guy’s heart could take the strain.”

“Neither do I,” she said. “Besides, I want you wearing those for our romantic Valentine’s Day dinner.”

Gabe slipped into the boxers and posed for Abbe. “What do you think?”

She put both hands on his ass and stroked him through the silk, causing the fabric to slide back and forth across his front. “I think I’m going to enjoy getting you out of these later. And I think you’d better hurry up and finish dressing or we’ll lose our table.”

The dinner Gabe had arranged for them started with an appetizer of bouranee baunnjaun, a fried eggplant dish served with yogurt and Afghan bread. The entree was spicy chunks of lamb served with raisins and glazed carrot on a bed of pallow with generous sides of spinach and pumpin. They ate with relish, savoring the fiery sensation of the spices in their mouths followed by the sweetness of a variety of Middle Eastern pastries for dessert. Gabe asked for the check while Abbe used the bathroom and paid it before she could see the price.

Between the spicy food and the excellent wine they both had a pleasantly flushed look about them when the taxi deposited them at home. “I have something else for you,” Abbe said teasingly. “And this time I will model it if you ask nicely.”

Gabe leered and winked as he turned the key in the door. “I have something else for you, too, my dear. I hope you’re not completely stuffed just yet.”

“If it’s what I think it is,” she replied, squeezing his butt, “I’ll find room.”

Once inside and free of their coats Abbe took hold of his belt and led him straight to the bedroom. She sat him down on the edge of the bed, picked up a second gift bag from its hiding place behind the night stand, and headed for the bathroom. “Don’t go away,” she warned him. “This won’t take but a minute.”

He did get up long enough to loosen his tie and retrieve a small box, wrapped in gold foil and a bright red bow, from beneath his workout clothes in the closet. He waited with eager anticipation to see what she would come out wearing, if anything.

True to her word, Abbe emerged from the bathroom just a minute or two later and Gabe’s heart stopped for a second. She had changed into a sheer black babydoll, the front of which was open and loosely connected with tiny spaghetti ties. A matching silk thong completed the outfit and provided the only real concealment of anything. He felt the silk boxers caressing his cock as it began to grow automatically at the sight of her.

She twirled and posed a few times before noticing the box in his hand. “Is this for me?”

“It is indeed, my love. Please.”

She took the box from him and opened it slowly, enjoying the way his eyes kept wandering over her body. The foil came away to reveal a simple gold box bearing the name of a well-known gourmet chocolatier. “Oh, my,” she said. “Trying to seduce me with sweets, are you?”

“Something like that.”

Lifting the lid and removing the inside cover, she discovered an assortment of gourmet truffles with varying coatings and flavors. She licked her lips, lifted one and held it aloft. “Gabe, my darling, you may have just derailed our plans a bit. Never ask me to choose between sex and really good chocolate.”

“Why choose? Have one.”

Abbe gave him a steamy look. “Well, since you put it that way.” She set the box down on the night stand, eyed the one truffle in her hand, and brought it to her mouth. Her lips closed around it slowly, sensuously, deliberately, as if it were the tip of a chocolate hard-on. With one finger she slowly pushed it all the way into her mouth, letting her lips close around the finger and drawing it out slowly. As the flavor of dark chocolate flooded her mouth she let out an involuntary moan.

“Enjoying yourself, dear?”

His tone, along with the smirk on his face, set off an alarm in Abbe’s mind, but it was too late. The chocolate rushed down her throat and instantly her body was flooded with overwhelming heat. She moaned again as her legs squeezed together and her hands went inevitably to her breasts. A few squeezes and her nipples were poking straight out into the sheer mesh babydoll. The erotic energy crackled between them with each caress of her hands, and despite how little an obstacle it actually was in just moments the babydoll was falling to the floor.

Abbe’s fingers closed around her nipples, twisting and rolling and tugging while her breathing grew rapid and rough and a rosy glow crept into her skin from neck to navel. That Gabe was watching, enjoying the show she couldn’t help but put on, only made the arousal stronger and more impossible to resist. One hand slipped down inside the thong and felt for her clit, and on first contact her knees buckled. She slid to the floor, sitting up with her back against the night stand, her legs opening wide and giving her plenty of room to stroke, to caress, to probe and explore. But the thong, stretchy and insubstantial as it may be, was in the way – it had to go. She peeled it down one leg at a time, unable to let go of her breast with the other hand even long enough to help. She wiggled and twisted and flopped over in the process, rolling around to end up on her back at Gabe’s feet, one hand pawing at her center while the other toyed with her nipples.

Every time she looked up and saw the intense enjoyment on his face it turned her on even more. Her hips flexed and her back arched as her fingers stretched and hooked inside herself, probing for that pleasure button on the inside and finding it. A series of sharp, loud moans punctuated the rhythmic thrusts, growing louder and louder as the arousal, the desire, the need to come, fed on itself. She felt the charge building between her legs, gathering her body’s energies in one place, stronger, hotter, faster …

The orgasm came crashing through her in wave after wave, starting in her center and flowing outward. Her breath came in hard gasps and every muscle in her legs and back clenched hard with each one, lifting her hips into the air and letting them down again as she cried out in pleasure.

Gabe relished the vision of her writhing through her climax and the sound of her gasping cries. When she finally relaxed into post-orgasmic bliss he continued to sit watching, waiting.

In time Abbe recovered enough to speak. “Is this purely a spectator sport, sweetie, or do you plan on tagging in at some point?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He stood and dropped his boxers, revealing a cock already fully erect and ready. Abbe was still recovering, so she offered no resistance as he knelt between her legs and began stroking the skin on the inside of her thighs in ways that made her pulse quicken again immediately. He slipped a finger or two into her slit and made sure she was still plenty wet, then lifted her hips and positioned himself. She moaned as he slid home and flexed her lower back to line him up just right inside her. She felt him thrusting and met his rhythm, panting and moaning and squeezing him with her inner muscles until his body took over and his orgasm became first likely, then imperative, then unstoppable.

It took them half an hour to find the strength to climb into bed.

The next morning Gabe again stepped out of the bathroom from a shower to find Abbe waiting for him. “This is in danger of becoming a trend, honey.”

She toyed with the tie on her babydoll, knowing he was looking right through it despite himself, and smiled inwardly. “What can I say? I get my best ideas while you’re in the shower.”

“Should I get the boxers?”

“I don’t think so. For what I have in mind you’re already dressed perfectly.”

He stepped forward and fondled one of her breasts. “I like the sound of this.”

She enjoyed his touch for a few moments and returned it with her hands on his rear. Then, before things got too far, she slid a hand around and took hold of his cock. The fondling stopped and his face took on the familiar blank look. “Go sit back on your side of the bed, sweetheart, and wait for me to tell you my idea.”

“I ...” With confusion on his face he let go of her, walked around the bed, and got in. He stacked up an extra pillow and sat semi-upright.

“Perfect,” she told him. She deliberately wiggled her ass at him as she bent down to get something from the night stand drawer and hid it behind her back when the turned to face him, kneeling at his side. “Now, let me tell you my idea.”

“Please do.”

“Last night,while I was in the hypno-chocolate-induced throes, I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be enjoying the show quite a bit.”

“Well,” he admitted, “I do love to watch you like that.”

“Yes, you’ve said that before. Which makes it all the more interesting, you see, because I realized something last night. You’ve watched me jill off more often than I can even guess at ... but not once in all this time have I seen you do the same. Why is that?”

He shrugged. “Circumstances, I’d say. If you’re nearby, honey, I’d much rather channel my carnal desires in your direction.”

“I see.” She made a slow, deliberate show of untying the front of her babydoll. “Are you feeling any of that carnal desire now?”

He was openly staring at her body with a hungry leer. “Why yes, now that you mention it.”

“Wouldn’t you like to stroke yourself off while you look at my body, love?”

“I’d rather bury myself in your nethers until we both collapse.”

“I see,” she said. “Do you want that enough to use up your veto?”

That surprised him enough to make eye contact for the first time since sitting on the bed. “This is your idea?”

She nodded. “I want to watch you make yourself come for me. I want to make you make yourself come for me.” She hovered her hand over his crotch. “Last chance to object, love.”

Gabe was less than enthused about the prospect; for him, masturbating had always been something a guy does when his lover isn’t around. But reading the anticipation in her face and seeing the signs of desire there told him that refusing was not really an option. “If it’s what you want, honey, no objections.”

Her hand dropped and closed around his soft member. “When I let go of you, you’ll feel an overpowering, irresistible need to masturbate for me. The more you look at me and the more you touch yourself the stronger the impulse becomes. You will know that I’m compelling you to do it, that you have no choice but to make yourself come for me, and it will be as arousing for you as it is when you watch me uncontrollably finger myself. You’ll hold your orgasm as long as you can but you must keep masturbating until you’ve come.”

Gabe felt his mind clear momentarily. Then the suggestions took hold and he felt his right arm move as if by remote control. It started with a few broad strokes across his balls and then quickly switched to upward motions around his cock. He tugged and squeezed but the dry skin of his hand wasn’t nearly as pleasant a sensation as Abbe’s warm mouth. “This may take a while.”

“You underestimate yourself, my love,” she replied. “All you need is a little lubrication.” From behind her back she produced a bottle of silicone-based lube, popped the top, and drizzled a generous amount into his moving fist. His up and down motions quickly spread it all over his cock and hand. Then she wiped her finger on him, getting some of the lube on her finger tips. “And perhaps a bit of inspiration.” She shrugged off the babydoll and applied the lubed fingertips to her nipple, pinching and rolling it and letting the enjoyment of the sensation show on her face.

Gabe stared at Abbe’s body and imagined himself caressing every delectable inch of it. The lube made his hand so slick that if he gripped himself just right it felt very much as if he was inside of her already. He felt his cock thickening and hardening in his hand, responding to her suggestions and to the pressure and movement of his hand.

She watched his hand, fascinated to see the way he pleasured himself. As his cock grew stiffer and longer she felt herself getting warm and wet. “That’s right,” she said. “How good does it feel, stroking yourself like that, knowing that I’m making you do it? Can you tell how it’s affecting me, darling? How much it’s arousing me?”

He was fully erect now. Between her suggestions, her talk, and the way she kept idly playing with her nipple, Gabe felt himself becoming intensely aroused. His hand squeezed harder, adding a little extra pressure, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan.

Abbe heard the moan and pinched down hard on her nipple in response. With an effort she disengaged her eyes from his cock and saw his face. The way he was shaking it back and forth, squinting and moaning, sent a fresh heat plume through her. Before she even realized it she’d reached inside her thong and started to finger herself.

He saw that move through barely-open lids and followed her hand all the way down. His hand worked up and down on his own shaft, slick and tight, and a sudden sense of pressure sent the warning that an orgasm was imminent. He stopped pumping and squeezed, trying to hold back, but his arm insisted on going back into motion almost right away. He fought the compulsion to keep stroking and failed. The pressure kept building and building even as he bit his lip and strained to hold it in.

Soon there was no holding back any longer. With a loud, sustained groan he felt himself give in. His shaft pulsed in his hand and warm goo gushed over him. Abbe watched transfixed as he pumped himself dry and flopped back onto the bed, spent, and felt her own need rise to the point where it had to be satisfied. She swung a leg over his and ground herself into his thigh. His firm leg muscle was exactly what she wanted – she rocked and humped and felt the pressure across her center until the dam burst and she came, moaning and writhing on his leg.

As her climax ended she looked down and saw the blissed-out smile on her lover’s face. “Did you like that?”

He met her gaze slowly. “I think I did, yes. More than I thought I would. Did you?”

“You know what? I did. I was never really sure before what you liked so much about watching me. But now I get it. Looking at your face, knowing that I could bring you so much pleasure without even touching you … I could get hooked on that.”

An absent-minded hand stroked across his lower belly, which was covered in excess lube and semen. Gabe felt the gesture and looked sheepish. “One problem: You’re a lot neater than I am.”

“Don’t move, honey,” she chuckled. “I’ll get you a towel.”