The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The scent of freshly-brewed coffee permeated the air, its rich warmth standing in contrast to the cold fluorescent lighting of the office. While the keyboard clacked away at an endless chore list of reports and purchase orders, the nondescript brown package waited quietly under the desk. There was no rush to open it. After all, Ben was pretty sure it was a scam.

Three weeks prior, the mid-level manager found himself home alone, surfing porn. Over the two decades since his marriage began, his wife grew more and more frigid. Lately Ben found these moments of release to be his only respite from a stale, sexless marriage. As he clicked through another video, an ad popped up claiming to be the cure for all of his sexual woes. “They won’t be able to resist!” it promised.

Curiosity piqued, Ben clicked on the link, and moments later found himself perusing a list of claims too outlandish to possibly be true. This had to be a scam, Ben thought to himself. Still, $14 is nearly nothing, so Ben placed the order. Worried his wife would intercept the package and scold him for his online purchase, he decided to have it shipped to his office, where it had arrived this morning.

As the lunch hour began, Ben’s hand brushed up against the box as he reached for his lunch. ‘Eh, no time like the present’ he mused. Moments later Ben’s lunch bag was joined on the desk by the little brown package, waiting as Ben worked his way through a turkey sandwich.

As he finished up his meal, Ben grabbed his pocketknife and sliced through the seal on the package. Ben opened the box, finding a bright purple pill bottle inside. “Aphrodoritol, 20mg” was emblazoned across the top of its label, with fine print detailing its usage below. Ben grabbed his reading glasses from their perch beneath his computer monitor and started scanning through the instructions on the bottle.

“Dosing instructions: user to take one 20mg capsule by mouth as needed to gain control of their desired subjects. Once medication takes effect, the user gains control of their subject by giving commands while maintaining a close enough proximity for the subject to smell the user’s breath. Effects for the user typically last around an hour. Commands given to subjects do not expire. Subjects will typically conform to given commands within 2-3 seconds, though commands enacting more significant alterations to a subject’s persona may take longer.”

As he continued reading through the label, a section of red text caught Ben’s attention.

“WARNING: First-time users of Aphrodoritol may experience moments of extreme, overwhelming urge and have difficulty maintaining inhibitory control. To prevent unintended alterations to a subject, the manufacturer suggests taking the first 1 to 2 doses alone in an isolated environment.”

Ben laughed out loud. This all seemed so unbelievable. ‘There’s no way a pill can let me control others just by breathing on them’ Ben thought as he popped open the cap and dumped one of the pills out into his hand to look it over. He had to admit, the purple and white capsule inscribed with “AP20” looked pretty legit. Still, this had to be a scam, or at the very best some sort of kinky roleplay prop.

Eager to prove to himself that the pills were a hoax, Ben decided to try one for the fun of it. In the back of his mind, a small voice asked what he’d do if this was the real deal, but Ben didn’t have any meetings today and nobody typically bothered him during the afternoon hours this early in the week, so he wasn’t concerned. With little expectation of anything beyond a wasted $14, Ben popped the pill in his mouth, washed it down with the last of his soda from lunch, and dove back into his workday.

For the first few minutes after taking the capsule, Ben noticed absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. ‘Yup, definitely a scam,’ he told himself as he submitted a report to billing. Around 20 minutes after taking the capsule, however, Ben found his mouth parched like the Sahara on a summer afternoon. Gulping down an entire bottle of water did nothing to help, and Ben idly wondered if the pill had anything to do with it. Just when his cottonmouth seemed nearly unbearable, the moisture returned, accompanied by an unusual flavor. Ben’s lips smacked as his entire mouth took on a sickly sweet taste, almost like honey.

On top of the flavor in his mouth, Ben realized he was growing more and more aroused by the moment. As he began to harden under his slacks, Ben tried to continue on with his paperwork, but was having trouble focusing on anything other than sex. Before long, he was more turned on than he’d ever been at any moment of his life, and he kept on growing hornier and hornier by the second. Feeling his ability to control his sexual urges faltering, Ben began to panic, realizing that the Aphrodoritol must have caused this. ‘This can’t be real,’ he kept telling himself, even as the urge to find someone to control grew more and more unbearable.

Three minutes later, he was hunched over his desk, eyes squeezed shut, sweating profusely as he mentally battled to keep any sense of control over his mind. It was a fight he was losing, against an almost animalistic need to control and mate that which had begun completely overpowering his thoughts.

As he slipped further and further into an uncontrollable depravity, there was a light knock at Ben’s office door before it opened, and his colleague and friend Amber began addressing him as she entered.

“Hey Benny, got a sec? I found this old purchasing order that needs your signature and—oh my God Benny, are you okay?”

Amber rushed alongside Ben, where he sat hunched over his desk. Ben could feel the female presence next to him. Having a woman so close was driving Ben past his sexual brink. A rapidly evaporating part of his mind put up one last fight for control.

Ben—or at least the Ben who walked into the office door this morning—felt the impending danger and desperately wanted Amber to get away fast, to run out of his office. Amber was a super sweet girl. At 21, she was the same age as Ben’s daughter, and adored her husband to the point that it just about made people sick. A little over a month ago the redhead announced to the office that she was pregnant with her first child, and now at about 5 months along she was really starting to show. Until this moment, Ben had never felt a sexual thought towards her in her life. This part of him was desperately trying to scream for her to escape, even as his lips refused to comply.

When he felt Amber’s hand against his back as she continued asking if he was okay, Ben met his Waterloo. A flood of unrestrained desire to control and fuck overpowered his last wisps of resistance as a long held sigh escaped his lungs.

Turning his head slowly to face Amber, Ben unclenched his eyes and lifted them to meet hers. Staring into a face filled with concern, Ben croaked out “Go close and lock my office door and come back here.”

As he spoke, Amber was nearly knocked back by a powerful, almost disgustingly sweet honey scent on Ben’s breath. In her mind she briefly questioned why she would lock herself in here with Ben when he appeared to be having some kind of medical emergency, but the thought evaporated as quickly as it came and Amber found herself doing as she had been told. As she returned, Ben was pushing himself back upright and appeared far more composed. He was also clearly checking her out with a predatory look in his eyes, causing Amber’s concern for her friend to shift into a sense of deep unease.

“Ben, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Ben smiled at Amber as she spoke, and took a deep breath, making sure it landed directly in her face as he spoke.

“I’m feeling much better now, sugar tits,” Ben replied, “but you’re way too overdressed. Now go ahead and get naked for me.”

“What the hell? Ben, what’s wrong with you?” Amber shot back at him, confused and offended by his words. Attempting to turn and march out the door, she realized she couldn’t make herself leave. Worse still, her hands were betraying her, unbuttoning her blouse. Wide eyed with fear, all Amber could do was watch as her body followed Ben’s orders, slipping her blouse off her shoulders and onto the floor, leaving her pregnant upper torso in nothing but her bra.

Watching in horror, she felt her hands slip behind her back, unclasping her bra next. Amber’s heart and mind both raced as she desperately tried to will her hands to stop, but they wouldn’t follow her orders. She felt her own hands continuing to slide her bra off her shoulders and pull it free from her body, exposing her milk-laden tits to Ben for the first time.

“Ben, I don’t know how this is happening, but it needs to stop. Please make it stop.” Amber begged, her voice shaking as tears began to stream down her face. Ben simply smiled as her hands continued their work, sliding her elastic-banded pregnancy pants off her baby bump and down to the floor before doing the same with her panties. Amber began sobbing loudly as she kicked off her shoes and pulled her socks off, terrified at what she was doing.

“Shhhh. Quiet down beautiful, you don’t want anyone to hear us” Ben said as his young coworker kicked away her pile of clothes, standing fully naked in front of him. He stood up. “Now stand up straight while I inspect the goods.”

Amber wanted to scream “Fuck that!” at the top of her lungs and then start screaming for help, but as Ben’s honey-scented breath filled her mind with a fog, she found it harder and harder to hold onto that thought. She realized Ben was right, she didn’t want anyone to hear her.

She did her best to stifle her crying, and stood up straight while Ben circled her like a predator stalking its prey before pouncing. Ben reached out and slid a hand along her pregnant belly. Free of their earlier instructions to strip for him, Amber found she could once again move her hands and pushed his away.

“Oh, none of that, beautiful,” Ben responded. “I think you like it when I touch you. No, more than like. You love my touch on your body. It’s the best thing ever.” Now standing behind her, Ben reached around her from both sides and began squeezing her breasts.

“No.” Amber managed to whisper even as Ben’s overwhelming honey-scented breath filled her nostrils. In her mind, Amber found herself losing a battle of willpower. She wanted to hate this. Her body was only for her husband Mark’s pleasure, not some coworker. She clung to those thoughts as long as she could, fighting even as she felt them being slowly ripped out of her grasp.

As Ben’s hands continued to grope her, the seed planted by his words continued to grow in her mind. Amber knew she should resist it, but more and more she had to admit that what he was doing to her felt so good. When Ben leaned in from behind and kissed her on the neck, she found herself unintentionally moaning as the touch of his lips sent pleasure through her body. Amber knew that she loved her husband, but by the time Ben began rolling her nipples between his fingers, causing milk to leak from her lactating tits, she realized something else—she truly loved Ben’s touch.

Ben spun Amber around so she was facing him and started sucking on her left tit. As she felt her milk begin to flow into his mouth, Amber let out a groan. A small part of her felt guilty inside. Mark had been asking to nurse from her ever since her milk came in, and she’d refused him every time. But as her work friend performed that very act on her, she couldn’t help but absolutely love how it felt.

Ben’s hands roamed up and down her naked back as he suckled her breast, occasionally resting along the small of her back or cupping Amber’s ass as she moaned at the pleasure of the touches she now loved so much. At one point Ben slid his fingers past her ass and down to her pussy. Amber couldn’t help but spread her legs a little, giving him better access even as a voice in her mind screamed that this was all somehow wrong.

When he decided he’d had enough of her milk, Ben lifted his head up to stare Amber directly in the eyes before leaning in to press his mouth against hers in a kiss. Out of instinct Amber initially tried to pull back. After all, she’d normally never kiss anyone but her husband. But Ben’s lips touched hers, and it felt so great that she found herself melting into the kiss. Her lips parted, and as soon as she felt his tongue touch hers, she knew she loved it just as much as all his other touches. She moaned into his mouth and their tongues began wrestling in earnest.

Pulling back from the kiss, Ben looked the woman in her eyes once more, took a deep breath, and unloaded it all into her face as he growled out “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

‘Never’ Amber thought, the words unable to escape her mouth. No, she couldn’t do that. She held hers ground, staring silently into Ben’s hungry eyes as she fought against the command taking over her brain. Mark was the only man she had ever blown, and even then, only a handful of times. Truth be told, she hated giving head. Blowjobs were a special treat only for Mark, and she would not give one to the man standing before her. She just couldn’t.

An eternity passed in each second as Amber found her willpower slowly transforming into a need to follow Ben’s command. Even while she tried to resist, she knew that she’d love the feeling of Ben’s hardness touching her, just as she loved his every touch. She hated the idea of fellating Ben—she had no love for him whatsoever. With every new moment though, her need continued to rise, until finally the pregnant wife found herself slowly sinking to her knees.

Amber knew she needed to do it, but in her mind she kept screaming that she couldn’t. She had to resist, to fight somehow. As her hands once again betrayed her and reached out to unzip Ben’s slacks, the woman who had only ever been intimate with one man before this afternoon squeezed her eyes shut, taking a small solace in knowing that even if she was forced to blow him, she could at least save her eyes for her love.

Amber unzipped his pants and Ben assisted in sliding them off, along with his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief before taking a fistful of Amber’s red hair and used it to pull her mouth onto him. Against her will, Amber felt her lips parting for him and with her eyes still tightly shut, she felt him enter her mouth.

She had to admit that she loved the feeling of Ben against her lips, but she forced herself to keep her mouth as stationary as possible. She was determined to make this as miserable an experience for him as she could. Ben may be somehow forcing her to give him a blowjob, but he never said it had to be a good one. She wasn’t a fan of them in the first place, but she absolutely abhorred being forced to give one to a man other than her hubby.

Ben could tell that she was following his command with the least possible amount of effort, and a smile crept onto his face. He knew exactly how to remedy this.

“Listen carefully, cocksucker” Ben said, making sure to direct as much breath as he could directly into her face. “You’re not the sort of girl to give half-hearted head. You love everything about giving blowjobs. You crave sucking cock. Taking a man into your mouth and giving him pleasure is your favorite thing in the entire world. You always want to do it the best that you can. There isn’t a man alive you’d refuse to suck off, and you live for every moment of it, like the horny little cocksucker you are.

Before he even finished getting all his words out, they were already crashing against Amber’s mind like a ton of bricks. ‘That’s all so wrong,’ she insisted to herself. She wasn’t a horny little cocksucker. She didn’t love blowjobs. She hated them. She fought against the words boring their way into her brain. She didn’t want to be a horny little cocksucker.

Amber decided the best way to fight her transformation was to force her mind to focus on the worst possible scenario. She found herself picturing her dad. Just thinking about him in any sort of a sexual light nearly made her sick. As she continued to bob up and down on her coworker with her eyes clenched shut, she attempted to mentally replace Ben with her father.

At first, her plan worked. Amber was repulsed by the mental image. She begged herself to hold onto the disgust. Much to her horror however, she could feel her conviction rapidly draining away. As she continued to slide her lips up and down while trying to envision her father in Ben’s place, she found the thought of sucking off her dad less and less horrific. More than that, she started to find it hot. Amber could feel the wetness growing between her legs as a new thought popped into her head: why had she never sucked off her daddy?

She tried in vain to resist the thought creeping in, but she had to admit, her dad was a good man. A good man with a cock. Sucking dick was fun, and the more true that became to Amber, the more she realized that there wasn’t a man alive she wouldn’t absolutely love to blow, daddy included. What had been a nightmare was becoming a fantasy, and Amber couldn’t help but think how hot it would be to take her daddy in her mouth. Before long she found herself working harder and harder to please Ben, bobbing faster and harder as she made wet gulping sounds with each push. She realized it was true—she was a horny little cocksucker after all, and going down on a man—any man—was her favorite thing in the whole world.

As she bobbed up and down on Ben with a newfound enthusiasm, Amber found her eyes opening, traveling upward to meet Ben’s as she sucked him with passion. This was so great, she realized, loving every minute of it. Her thoughts briefly floated to her husband and found herself feeling guilty. Not guilt over sucking off another man—she’d do that for anyone, any time—but guilt that a horny little cocksucker like her almost never gave head to the man she loved so very much.

Ben felt his orgasm building, and started thrusting into Amber’s face with a vigor. She could tell he was close, and redoubled her efforts. With a groan, Ben erupted, and the horny little cocksucker swallowed down blast after blast of his yummy cum, delighting in how amazing his seed tasted as he slid out of her mouth with a pop.

With the effects of the pill still in full force, Ben found himself rapidly hardening once more. He knew what he wanted next. He pulled Amber to her feet, looked her in the eye, and spoke seven words to her.

“You need me to fuck you now.”

As the honey-tinged words snaked their way into her brain, Ben spun her away from him, pushing her face first into his desk. Bent over like this, Amber realized that her pregnant pussy, still dripping wet from getting to give a blowjob, would be on full display.

Sure enough, Amber felt Ben’s fingers make contact and begin sliding up and down her pussy, parting her lips ever so slightly. She shuddered, loving Ben’s touch so much, but forced herself to resist his command. She tried to push herself up, but Ben held her in place with his other hand as he continued stroking her pussy. ‘No, no, no. This can’t be happening,’ she screamed inside her mind as a need to be fucked by Ben built within her.

“Ben, please,” Amber begged as tears began to stream onto Ben’s desk, “we can’t do this. I’m married. You’re married. I love Mark. Please Ben, please stop whatever it is you’re doing.” With her face pushed into the desk and her pussy on display, she hoped Ben would listen to her. She loved Mark so much, and even though she felt a growing need for Ben to fuck her, Amber still hoped for a way out of it.

Amber briefly wondered if Ben listened to her as his hand left her pussy. To her horror, she found herself torn by the thought of not being fucked by Ben. Part of her was thankful to keep her marriage vows intact, but a rapidly growing part desperately needed him inside of her. A moment later she felt his hand return, this time guiding his cock inside her. There was nothing she could do—Amber knew in every fiber of her being that she needed him to fuck her. As he parted her folds and began pushing inside his office colleague, Amber found herself weeping quietly.

“Oh Mark,” she said just barely above a whisper, knowing that she needed to be fucked by Ben, but feeling intense guilt over breaking her vows to the one she loved, “I’m so, so sorry.”

She needed this. She knew it even as Ben began slowly pumping in and out of her sopping cunt. She needed it so badly and she was helpless to stop it. Still, her thoughts were on Mark, and she couldn’t help but hate how her carnal need had caused her to betray her true love.

“Oh poor Mark,” Ben laughed as he continued thrusting. “Completely unaware that his little wifey is at work getting her preggo cunt stuffed. How about instead of crying for little Marky, you see him for the weak little beta that he is. If he was a real man, he’d be the one here filling your pussy. He might have been lucky enough to get you knocked up, but you know I’m ten times the man he could ever be. From now on I own this pussy. You’re property of Ben, my own hot little office slut who loves only me and exists only for MY pleasure, not that idiot Mark’s. So quit whining about Mark you slut, and enjoy the cock inside you.”

With that, Ben picked up his pace, fucking Amber wildly over his desk as his words tore through her brain. A sickly smell of honey filled the air, and Amber could feel Ben’s rant starting to take hold. She put every last ounce of her will into resisting the changes she already felt taking place. ‘You have to fight it’ she told herself. ‘Mark’s not a beta. He’s your true love. The father of your child. You’re madly in love with him. Please Amber,’ she begged herself in her thoughts, ‘don’t let him take Mark away.’

Amber put up a good fight. She really did. Almost two full minutes into being fucked by Ben, Amber was still telling herself that she only loved Mark. She continued reminding herself that she belonged to Mark, not Ben, but with every second that passed and every thrust filling her pussy, she found her mantra progressively feeling more and more hollow.

Ben grunted and rammed into her extra hard, causing Amber to yelp in pleasure as a new part of her started feeling disgusted with Mark. If he truly loved her, where was he? Why wasn’t he here, stopping this? Mark couldn’t protect her when she needed it. All he needed to do was walk into this office and take her away from Ben, but he was nowhere to be found. Like a beta.

As her anger towards Mark burned hotter and hotter, Amber began to realize that her husband couldn’t compete with Ben. Ben was so much better than Mark in every way. In bed, Mark was always sweet and gentle. He never fucked her violently like a real man would, the way Ben was fucking her now. Mark always asked what Amber wanted, like some kind of weakling. He didn’t have the balls to just take what he wanted the way Ben just took her, Amber thought as she grunted in pleasure to his thrusts.

The more she thought about it, the more clear it became: she loved what Ben was doing to her. More than that, she loved Ben, period. She loved him in a way that she could never love anyone else. A warmth began to fill her body as she basked in her love for the man savagely slamming into her. He made her feel things she never felt before, and as the very last semblance of love for her husband faded away into nothingness, there was no place Amber wanted to be more than right here, being filled by her Benny.

Finally understanding that she was being taken by a real man for the first time in her life, Amber found herself getting more and more turned on. She soon found herself bucking into Ben’s thrusts. As her climax began to build, she begged her true love to fuck her harder. Ben didn’t disappoint, and when he finally flooded her pregnant pussy with cum, she came harder than ever before in her life. Ben made her feel so good, Amber realized. She adored him, and decided that all she really wanted to be in life was his personal plaything. His property. His hot little office slut.

Twenty minutes later, Ben found himself leaned back in his office chair as Amber bounced up and down on his cock. As he played with his property’s tits, Ben started having a nagging feeling about the last hour of so. Another minute passed, and Ben’s nagging feeling had blossomed into full fledged guilt. As the sickly sweet taste of honey drained from his mouth, Ben’s eyes went wide with the full awareness of what he’d done. Mark was Amber’s everything. She talked about him all the time. She had a hundred pictures of the two of them together in her office. They’re soulmates.

Or at least they were.

Ben yanked his hands from Amber’s tits, causing her to complain in protest. He knew he needed to fix this.

“Get up, get off me.” Ben directed Amber.

“But I don’t wanna get off you” Amber mewed, impaling herself on Ben once more.

Ben pushed himself up out of his chair, forcing Amber off his cock and onto her feet. As the two stood there naked, Ben took a deep breath and exhaled directly into her face as he spoke.

“Amber, we have to stop. You love Mark. You belong to him, not me.”

Amber stared at him with an almost hurt look in her eyes.

“Mark?” Amber asked. “Benny, why would I be in love with a weak little beta like Mark? I belong to you.”

“Come on Amber. You have to love him. He’s your husband. You’re carrying his baby. You’ve got to believe me, you belong with him,” Ben pleaded with her, breathing every word directly into her face.

Amber thought back to Mark. What had she ever seen in him? She couldn’t believe she ever married the loser. Worse still, she let him knock her up. When she thought of carrying Mark’s baby she almost shuddered, wishing it was Ben’s instead.

“Benny, I don’t know why you’re saying all this. You’re all I ever wanted in this world.”

It was too late, Ben realized. Whatever was in that capsule, it worked as advertised, and now he’d inadvertently turned his coworker and friend into his own personal slut. Plagued with guilt, Ben knew he had to fix this, and there was only one way he could think to do it.

Grabbing the pill bottle from where it had been knocked to the floor, Ben took another look at the label. Confirming on the bottle that most users gain a better control over its effects after a couple uses, he made his decision. The cap came open with a pop, and as he fished out a pill, Ben took one more look at the pregnant redhead who had just dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth once more. ‘Even if this works,” he thought, “It’s going to be a long evening.”

It was 10:45pm when Amber’s SUV finally pulled into the driveway. Mark had been waiting by the door, unable to reach her all night, and ran to her as she climbed from the driver’s seat.

“Baby! Where have you been?! I haven’t been able to get hold of you all night. I was so worried! What’s going on? Is the baby okay?”

Amber grabbed Mark by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“Calm down sweetie. Everything is fine, just relax and give me a kiss.” Before he could protest, Amber silenced him by pulling him in for a long, deep kiss. Their mouths opened and tongues intertwined for several moments before Amber pulled away, smiling sweetly at him.

“I love you so much baby” Amber told him truthfully. “I’m sorry I’m home so late. Maybe it’s a case of pregnancy brain, but I got a little confused at the office today. It took all night, but my best friend at work really helped me to figure things out. The good news is that it’s all better now, I love you, and I’m horny as fuck. Now let’s get inside. I want to show you what a horny little cocksucker I can be, and then I want to feel you inside my dripping pussy while I tell you some kinky new ideas I’ve got for our relationship.”

“Mmmmh. That sounds like a plan to me, beautiful.” Mark replied with a wink as his worry transformed into arousal. Amber playfully bolted for the door, and as he turned to chase his sexy wife inside, Mark found himself briefly wondering why her breath had an almost sickly sweet honey smell.