The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She opened the door. “Hello, how are you?” she asked, allowing him into the foyer. She kissed him briefly on the cheek. She was wearing loose, shapeless sweats and old sneakers. Her long brown hair had been quickly stuffed under an old baseball cap.

He smiled and said...

She broke the kiss, her tongue brushed his lips one last time, savoring the taste. As she stepped back, his hands brushed the hips of her black form fitting slacks. She turned, which allowed his hand to slide over the white cotton blouse covering her small tummy. She tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear and said, “Please come in, I’ve got some fresh coffee ready.” She led him down the hall, her matching black pumps clicked on the tiles.

She looked back as he said...

She straightened the collar of her pink silk nightie. She could feel the way her ass rolled as she walked, slowly, sensuously, one foot in front of the other in her 3-inch heels. She shook her head, making her shoulder-length hair swish as his hand slid over her tight asscheek. She gestured to a chair in the kitchen. “Please, sit down. I’ll get the sugar.”

He looked at her and said...

She reached up to get the sugar bowl from the cabinet, which caused her red teddie to rise up. Her thatch was visible through the filmy panties. Her nipples pressed against the translucent material. The 4-inch heels allowed her to just reach the sugar bowl without the use of a step ladder.

She looked at him as he said...

She put the sugar bowl down before him, her taut nipples peeking through the openings in the bra. Her mons sported a neatly trimmed triangle of hair. Visible through her crotchless panties it was platinum blonde, as silvery blonde as the gently-waved hair on her head. Her tummy was flat, well-toned. “Cream?” she asked.

He replied ...

She slowly bent forward at the waist, her hands behind her back, her legs spread wide. Her shaved pussy shone below her garter belt, the pink lips parted by her stance. Her full breast hung over his cup. He reached out and brushed the hard nipple with his thumb, which caused her to take a deep breath. He then took the nipple between his fingers and squeezed a stream of her milk into his coffee. She moaned in pleasure as he drained her swollen mammary. When he stopped, he cupped her breast and licked the nipple, where a last droplet had collected. She coyly smiled and asked, “Do you suppose I could have some cream, too?”

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear...

She sipped her coffee and then knelt between his legs. With a smile she reached up and parted his robe. She kissed the head of his cock and began to lick it, bringing it to attention. With a groan of pleasure she slid it into her mouth, her tongue caressing the shaft as her head moved back and forth. She whimpered happily as she felt one of his hands grip her head while the other tweaked the erect nipple of her unmilked breast. Her throat bulged as she pulled him in, hungry for his cream. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair and inhaled his scent. She would pull back, until the head of his cock touched her lips, then lunge forward, to gurgle in pleasure as she felt his cock in her throat. The aroma of her growing need filled the air. After several minutes she was rewarded for her efforts, as she swallowed and relished his gift to her.

She gave his cock a final kiss and looked up at him. “That was so tasty. Thank you. But you need something more than just that, don’t you? You know I’ll do anything...”

His fingers brushed against the lace choker at her throat as he said...

She sank gratefully onto his tool, feeling it fill her hungry, aching pussy. “Oh, Master, you feel sooo good... I could stay here forever...”

He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face. As he brought his fingers down, they lingered on her black leather slave collar, then down her chest. A series of straps and rings formed a harness that could secure the wearer in so many ways. Quarter cups lifted and presented her tits for pleasure or punishment. He traced the strap that separated the breasts that quivered at his slightest touch. He followed the leather down to where it connected to the thick belly strap with its many rings. Hooked to the side of the strap were her wrists in their metal-studded cuffs. He raised an eyebrow and she immediately pulled her elbows behind her, making her luscious tits stand out even more. She began to move up and down, determined to bring him off. He sighed, “It’s taken awhile, but it’s definitely been worth it.”

She asked, “What’s been worth it, Master?”

He grinned, “Training you.”

She frowned, “Training me, Master?”

He laughed, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

She smiled, “Riding my Master’s wonderful cock to make him feel good and fill my slave pussy with his sweet cream, of course. Why else would my Master own me?”

He nodded, “And, of course, you talk to the other slaves?”

She shook her head, “What are you talking about? Nobody has slaves these days... hey... what... what the hell is going on?” She began to get off of him.

He frowned, “Did I give you permission to leave?”

She stopped and shook her head, “N-no, Master”.

“Did I give you permission to stop fucking?”

“No, Master.”

“Then get back to doing what you’re good for and I’ll explain... again.”

“Yes, Master.” She began to move up and down again, giving a little gasp of delight each time she came down and forced his tool deeper into her twat.

He chuckled, “I’ve been training you for a number of weeks. Each time I take you a little further as your resistance falls. You believe this is all perfectly normal. The hardest part was waiting for those lactating medications to kick in. I milked you for the first time only a few days ago. You’re still taking them, aren’t you?”

She nodded, “Of course, Master. I... I just... refilled the prescription... yesterday? Why didn’t I realize that? Why haven’t I realized any of this? What the hell are you doing to me??”

He snapped, “You will not raise your voice to me, ever.”

She lowered her head and whispered, “No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

He continued, “You didn’t realize it because you were told not to realize it. To you it’s perfectly normal to invite me in for coffee while all you wear is a slave collar and training harness. You think nothing of my milking your tits for cream, any more than you think it’s unusual to suck my cock to flavor your coffee with my come. The only thing new is our being in bed while you get fucked so much you can’t think of anything else. And you love getting fucked senseless by your Master, don’t you slave?”

She nodded, “Yes, Master, I do, oh boy do I love being fucked senseless by my Master... your cock is so... nothing else matters... But, I, you, I mean, yes, of course I wear my collar and harness when my Master comes over, after all, why wouldn’t I? Master’s turning me into an eager fuck slave, right? Good Lord, what the hell am I saying? You’ve been training me? For weeks? Why?”

He gripped her hips and started moving her faster. “I love the way your tits dance when you fuck like this... I’ve been training you because I enjoy it! We have this conversation every time, you know. I already know what you’re going to say because you say it every time. I enjoy training you, pushing you to the edge each time. You’re so unaware of what’s being done with you, how I’m molding you to my whims. And you go along, thinking this is what you want to do. You love it when I milk your tits, don’t you? Why? Will you let anyone else do it?”

She sighed, “Oh, Master, I do love it when you milk me, I just do... it’s so... right. It’s why I have tits... for my Master to milk... N-no, I wouldn’t let anyone else do that! Only my Master... Geez, you feel so good in me... I... I don’t understand...”

He gripped her hips and lifted, the head of his cock brushing her swollen nether lips. She looked down at him, scared but horny, and whimpered in a voice thick with lust, “P-please, I, oh, Master please...”

He replied, “You’re clay that I shape. A puppet whose strings I pull. You think what I decide you’ll think. Remember what I decide you’ll remember. I have total, complete control of you, body and soul. You’re never allowed to remember it until this moment, but each step of the way you see me slowly replace the old you with the new slave-slut you. Soon there’ll be nothing left but the cock-hungry slave-whore who’ll eagerly suck and fuck anyone, anytime, anyway her Master chooses.” He slowly pumped her hips down, forcing his cock deep into her sopping cunt. He punctuated each thrust with a hissed, “And... you... can’t... wait.”

She whispered, mesmerized, sinking deeper into his thrall, “Yes, Master, and... I... can’t... wait...”

She answered the door, welcoming him in. The bells on her nipples jingled as she slid into her Master’s arms...