The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Amanda, back again so soon.”

Amanda Thules grinned ruefully. “I need it, Steve. I really do. Things are just so tough at work these days, you know.”

Steve Ripley grimaced. “I hear that. No one’s coming in here either. You know how it is. People are cutting back wherever they can.”

“But you do such a good job.”

“Doesn’t really matter, you know. I mean, hey, if they don’t got the money then they don’t got the money. Know what I mean, but hey, enough about that. What seems to be the problem?

“You know how it is,” Amanda said. “It’s always the same thing.”

“Neck and shoulders?”

“You got it.”

“Anything special I should know about before we begin?”

Amanda shook her head.

“Well all right then. Let’s get you undressed and let’s see what we can do about those pesky neck and shoulder muscles. I’ll step out but I’ll be back shortly.”

Amanda nodded and no sooner had the door closed behind her masseuse, she was stripping off her clothes and she was climbing up on the massage table.

There was a gentle rapping at the door a few minutes later and then the door opened. “Are you ready,” Steve asked.

“Mmm yeah,” the woman moaned. “I am so ready. I can’t wait.”

Amanda couldn’t see what the man was doing but she could hear him moving around somewhere off to her side. “All right,” the man said, “if you’re ready, we’ll get started now.”

“I am so ready,” Amanda murmured.

Amanda felt the man peeling the towel off of her body and then she felt the man’s hands on her shoulders. “You are tight,” the man said.

“Told ya,” Amanda moaned.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about that.”

Amanda moaned again as she felt the man’s hands go after her shoulders. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. That feels so good.”

She could hear the sound as oil was squeezed out of a bottle and the next time those hands were back again, they were wet and oily and they slid all over her tender skin.

Amanda moaned again. “Oh wow, that’s hard.”

The man stopped. “Too hard,” the man asked.

Amanda would have shook her head but it was just too hard to do that. “I like it hard,” was the best she could manage.

Once again, Amanda heard the man squeezing more oil from his bottle and then once again, she felt the man as his hands worked the muscles in her neck. “Don’t you worry,” Steve assured her. “We’ll take care of those muscles.”

Amanda couldn’t help but moan again. Oh yeah, she told herself. Oh yeah, she needed this.

His hands weren’t just on her neck and shoulders anymore. They were working her shoulders and her arms and she could feel the man squeezing out more lotion.

The girl moaned again as Steve’s hands once more worked her shoulders. Oh fuck, that was deep, she moaned, but it felt so good.

“That’s it,” the man told her. “Let’s get all those kinks out of you.”

“Yes-s-s-s-s,” the girl moaned.

The man’s hands were back on her shoulders again and then they were moving around, following the lines of her muscles as they worked their way all the way down Amanda’s back.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. Oh yeah. This was what she needed.

Steve’s hands had worked their way all the way down to the small of her back. It was almost too hard, Amanda told herself. It was almost too hard, but she liked it hard. She liked it deep.

The man’s hands moved the towel even further down and then he was working his hands over the small of her back.

And his hands moved lower still. She could feel his hands on her ass and she liked that. She liked the way his hands squeezed her cheeks.

No wait, the girl thought. Wait. Not there. The girl moaned. “No, not there.”

But the man seemed not to hear her and his fingers continued to work their way between her cheeks.

“Not there,” the girl moaned again. “Not there.”

Didn’t he hear her, Amanda wondered. Didn’t he hear her. He had to hear her and yet he kept on doing it. He kept on rubbing his fingers between her cheeks.

She had to stop him, Amanda told herself. She had to stop him. She couldn’t let him do this to her. She couldn’t ...

Oh geez, it felt good.

No wait. She couldn’t. She had to stop. She had to ... to ... oh geez, he was rubbing her hole ... oh geez, she couldn’t let him do that ... she had to ... to ... oh geez, what did she have to do?

“You like this,” the man asked.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. No wait. That was the wrong answer. she had to ... she couldn’t ... wait ...

“I’ll bet you’re wondering what’s happening to you,” the man asked even as he let his fingers slide even further between the girl’s legs.

Yes, no wait. No. No, she couldn’t let this happen to her, but it was just that it felt so good.

“It’s the lotion,” the man said. “It’s the same lotion I always use every time you come here.”

What the hell was he talking about, Amanda wondered.

“It’s the lotion,” the man said again. “It makes you want to get your pussy fucked.”

The man was crazy, Amanda told herself. She didn’t want to get her pussy fucked. Well, maybe a little, she told herself. Well, maybe a little more than a little, but it wasn’t like she wanted to get her pussy fucked by him.

Only geez, what his fingers were doing between her legs. They were making her so hot. So hot. So wet. So ... mmm, Amanda moaned again.

“I’m not going to let you up until you tell me what you want.”

Who was he to tell her what to do.

“Come on,” the man said. “You know you want to. Tell me what you want.”

Who was he to tell her what to do?

“Come on. You know what you want to do.”

What could it hurt, Amanda told herself. She’d tell the guy what he wanted to hear but just because she said it, that didn’t make it true, and besides, what his fingers were doing to her pussy just felt so good.

“Come on,” the man said again. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh man, I always love it when you say that. Come on. Say it again.”

What?! This was stupid. She’d already said it once. She wasn’t going to say it ...

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What’s that, Mandy. I’m not sure I heard you. Why don’t you say it again?”

Mandy. God, she hated that name, but that really wasn’t important now. She knew what she wanted. She knew what she needed. “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me bad.”

“Now that’s more like it,” the man said.

She said what he’d wanted her to say, Amanda pouted and still, all he was doing was diddling her pussy. Hadn’t he heard her.

“Say it again,” the man said.

“I want you to fuck me bad,” Amanda said. She knew it was wrong, but she could feel Steve’s fingers as they gave her pussy now near-constant attention. It might be wrong, but oh geez, it just sounded so right.

“Oh fuck, do you know how hot that sounds. Do you, Mandy?”

Amanda gritted her teeth. There it was again, that name, She’d always thought it sounded so cheap, but it didn’t really matter what name he used. He could call her whatever he wanted just so long as he gave her what she needed.

“What do you want,” the man asked again.

Mandy was ready this time. “I want you to fuck me,” she told the man. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

Steve was moving. The fingers that had been on her pussy were now once more between the cheeks. Oh God, she loved that. She loved it when those fingers teased her tight, little hole.

But that wasn’t the only part of him that was moving. The masseuse did something and suddenly half the table collapsed underneath her. Suddenly, her upper body was supported by the table even as her legs hung free.

“What do you want me to do again?”

“I want you to fuck me. Oh geez. I want you to fuck me.”

Mandy moaned as she felt it, the feel of a cock as it pushed between her legs. “Yeah, that’s it,” she heard the man say. “That’s it. You always are a good, little slut.”

Mandy wanted to object. She wasn’t a slut, she wanted to tell the man, but the feel of his cock between her legs, the feel of that, it was just so distracting. The feel of his cock drove all other thoughts from her mind.

“What do you want,” the man asked yet again.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You always were so nice and tight.”

What the heck was he talking about, Mandy wondered. This was the first ... oh fuck, the first time she ... she, oh fuck, it felt so good.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah.”

He was going to cum. Mandy wasn’t sure how she knew it. She just knew he was going to cum.

The man’s pace quickened between her legs and Mandy couldn’t help but moan all over again. Cum for me, she wanted to tell the man. Cum for me. Cum in my pussy. Cum for me and make me cum.

That was what she wanted to say but instead, she just moaned.

“Yeah, baby likes this,” the man told her and Mandy moaned. “Baby likes getting her pussy fucked.”

Mandy moaned. She did like getting her pussy fucked.

“I’ll bet baby wants to feel like to get her pussy all filled up with cum.”

Oh yeah, Mandy told herself. That’s what she wanted. She wanted to get her pussy all filled up with cum.

“Are you ready,” the man groaned.

Mandy was ready but she knew she didn’t have to tell the man. She knew he was going to give her what she wanted whether she told him or not.

“Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah. Here it comes.”

Mandy couldn’t help it. Her pussy closed in around that cock even as she felt it give her what she knew she wanted. She was cumming so very hard and it felt so very good and there was something else. She could feel herself growing more and more weary.

“Hey,” Amanda heard someone saying. “Hey. Are you awake?”

“Wh-wh-what?”

“Are you awake?”

“I ... yeah,” Amanda moaned. “I’m awake. What happened?”

“I think you fell asleep,” Steve said.

“I did?”

“Yep. You must have been more stressed out than you thought because you just kind of zonked right out.”

“I did?”

“Yep. So we’re done now. I’ll leave the room so you can get dressed now, okay, but there’s no rush. Go ahead and take your time.”

“Okay.”

And with that, Steve left the room.

Amanda just laid there on the table. Her body felt so relaxed that she didn’t even want to move and yet even as she lay there, she had the feeling that ...

She laughed to herself. That couldn’t be, she told herself, but if she didn’t know better, she was positively wet between her legs. It was almost as if she ... well some guy, really ... but no. She smiled to herself. That couldn’t happen.

She finally pulled herself up off the table and she got herself dressed. Her body was so lethargic. It felt great. Her body hardly wanted to move at all.

She stepped outside the room and Steve was waiting there. “Feeling better,” the man asked.

“Oh yeah,” Amanda gushed. “Much better. You’re fantastic. You really are.”

Steve grinned at Amanda. “I’m glad I could help,” the man said. “Just come on back if whenever you’re ready for another round.”

“I will,” Amanda assured him. “I can’t wait to have you do me again,” and with that, she was gone.