The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Prologue

Have you ever looked at someone and thought: “Man, some people have all the luck.” Well, not to rub it in, but I am one of the lucky ones. This, of course is reinforced as I look to my left and see my beautiful wife Astra being eaten out by the cute Latino girl we found while we were having our date day last night. As she moans and writhes with pleasure on the floor, an older woman, with short brown hair that was starting to gray just a little, B-cup breasts and wearing nothing but nylon thigh highs sits on my wife’s face. Like a woman possessed, Astra immediately began eating her shaven pussy like she was trying to get to the center of her. Watching this scene was about to send me over the edge, so I decided to concentrate on what’s in front of me. I look down and I see the twins working on my cock. Ashley (or was it Allison?) had the head of my dick in her mouth and was slowly swirling her tongue in a clockwise motion. Her sister Allison (or was it Ashley?) was slowly licking the shaft from top to bottom. I reached down and ran my fingers through Allison’s bright red hair. This caused a slight moan to escape her lips. I closed my eyes as I nudged them both to speed up their actions. As my orgasm drew closer, i sent a command to all of the ladies that when I cum, they will cum. I started breathing heavier as I hear my wife and her lovers start to moan louder and louder with each passing second. I opened my eyes to see the twins looking at me with hungry eyes. Their moans caused vibrations on my dick that sent me over the edge. As my orgasm filled Ashley’s mouth, I heard the chorus of five women in ecstasy having the best orgasms of their lives. Almost instinctively, Ashley moved to the tip of my cock and held all of my jizz in her mouth. A little bit spilled out and fell onto her pale freckled chest. Allison turned to her sister and gave her a small, almost mischievous smile. She leaned down and ran her tongue across her sister’s nipple as she cleaned up the mess she had help make. Ashley shivered and brought her hands up to Allison’s face and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.

“You gotta share.” I said and she slowly got up and poured a little bit of cum into each girl’s mouth; making sure that she gave everyone equal portions. She kept a little more for herself, but that was ok. There would be plenty more in the future.

I slumped back on our couch and closed my eyes again. I took a quick scan of all of the ladies in the room. The twins were still reeling from their orgasms. Their minds were clouded over with feelings of pleasure and obedience. The Latino and the older lady were both still focused on my wife. In their minds, they were consumed with the idea of worshipping every inch of her flawless body. The older lady was eager to eat my wife’s pussy, while the Latino girl was wishing with all her might that she would be allowed to worship my wife’s feet. I don’t remember if I had planted that thought or if she had a secret fetish that no one else but her knew about, but it was something that I wanted to see as well. They would only do what they were told, though, so they both knelt down in front of my wife who was slowly sitting up. She was the only one in the room whose mind I didn’t rearrange. I didn’t read her mind either, because I don’t need to. That was why I married her. That, and her perfect body, but mostly because I never had to alter her in any way.

Astra slowly lifted herself up and made her way over to me. Her duo of lovers were crawling on their hands and knees behind her, making sure that they didn’t get in front of her. We’ve had these ladies in the house for less than 48 hours, but they were already taking to the slow, almost subliminal conditioning I have been projecting into their minds. The commands were simple:

• Milo is master.
• Astra is mistress.
• Their pleasure comes first.
• You love them.
• You will do anything they ask of you.
• You will get walking privileges when you earn walking privileges.

Astra turned around and sat her perfect ass on my now deflating cock. I opened my eyes in time to see her lean back and put her arms around my neck. I stretched my arms out under hers and gently massaged her perfect D-cup breasts. After all these years, I have never met anyone more beautiful or as arousing as her. She let out a contented sigh, leaned her head back and softly bit my earlobe.

“I hope you’re not getting tired already, old man.” she whispered.

“The night just started.”

I felt my erection begin to grow again as I started to kiss my wife’s neck.

I fear I may have gotten ahead of myself. You might have a few questions at this point, and that is perfectly understandable. I would too if I was in your shoes. And like any story worth it’s salt, the best place to start is at the beginning.

Chapter One: The Awkward Years

My childhood was nothing special. I grew up in the suburbs with my parents and my older sister. We were what you might call a perfect example of a “normal” family. My father was a hard working man, always making sure that he brought enough home so we would never go hungry. Mom stayed at home with me and my sister Kristin. Kristin was very into sports. So much so, that she tried every school sport that she could, until finally landing on volleyball her junior year. I...was more of the black sheep. I liked comic books and video games and heavy metal. That was probably my favorite thing about my parents: they never judged. They were always very supportive of Kristin and myself.

On the night of my sixteenth birthday, I couldn’t sleep. I could hear what sounded like a low feedback in the back of my head. I tossed and turned for hours, but I just couldn’t find a position that would make the feedback stop. I went to stand up to go get some headache medicine when suddenly, the feedback increased to a deafening level. I tried to scream, but nothing came out when I opened my mouth. The next thing I knew, my vision went completely white and I was in our living room.

To this day, I don’t know what happened. It could’ve been an aneurysm or a seizure. Hell, it could’ve been an alien abduction. All I know is that at that moment, something unlocked in my brain. I could feel what felt like spiders slowly crawling and filling every nook and cranny of my head. The sensation was almost orgasmic. I gasped and fell back onto the couch. The crawling had stopped, and all I could feel was a sense of euphoria. I could see all of the abilities that I had just obtained. Call it mind control, or telepathy or whatever term suits your fancy. To me, the only thing I could think to call it...was power.

Six months later, I had been learning how to perfect my abilities. I could read minds and change them. I could alter personalities. I could even alter someone’s body if I wanted. I didn’t really like to do that, but I wasn’t above planting a thought in someone’s head that they wanted to improve themselves. I wasn’t limited to these powers, as I found out later. These were just the tip of the iceberg.

I never used any of my life changing abilities on my family. At least, not at first, but that comes later. Something about it felt wrong. However, I did use them to make things easier for us. My dad got a promotion out of nowhere, and such a big raise that he was making more money than his bosses’ boss. Of course, that didn’t seem strange to anyone at the company. I made sure of that. This allowed us to hire a maid to come and take some of the responsibilities off of mom, which gave her more time with us.

Now, I can hear you asking: “You could do anything you want! Why did you not grab all of the cheerleaders and have an orgy on the 50 yard line of the football field?” Well, the biggest reason was because in those early days, I was paranoid that my powers would just stop working, and they would stop while I was right in the middle of a teacher and hot goth girl sandwich. Instead, I decided to focus my attention on one girl, and I knew exactly how I was going to get her.

Kristin was getting ready to go to the state championships for volleyball. It was her senior year and this was going to be her last set of games in her high school career. Like a good supportive family, we went to every game and cheered her on. I love my sister, but to be completely honest, I didn’t come to the games for her. I came for Jennifer Willis. Jennifer was a senior with curly, dirty blonde hair that went down just below her shoulders, gorgeous C-cup breasts, thick thighs and the most perfect, round ass that I had ever seen. She had become very close with Kristin, so she would come by our house often.

I planted a suggestion in Jennifer and Kristin’s minds that it would be a good idea for Jennifer to spend the night at our house before the championship. For most of the evening, they stayed in Kristin’s room. I laid in my bed and probed their minds to hear their conversation. It was your usual high school girl talk: things about boys, which ones they liked, their game tomorrow, gossip about other girls in their class, etc. I was beginning to grow impatient, so I pushed a thought into Jennifer’s mind. All of the sudden, she felt dirty. Like, gross dirty. She needed to get clean and she needed it now. It was time to make my move.

I heard her walking down the hallway to our bathroom, which happened to be close to my room. I stepped out of my room and I threw a mental net over my house that nothing that was happening was out of the ordinary. I approached the bathroom door and threw out another command. I convinced Jennifer’s brain that she couldn’t see me. I made her open the door for five seconds so I could come in. Then I had her close it and then forget that she had done it at all. I came in and sat on the toilet and watched her brush her hair. She had already taken off her clothes and wrapped herself in a towel. I noticed that the shower was already on and it gave me an idea. I convinced her that she would get much cleaner if she took a hot bath. This idea made her stop brushing her hair and put it up in a tight bun. I watched her as she pushed the stopper down and let the water fill the tub. As she watched the water rise, I couldn’t help but notice her perfect feet. Her short toes were decorated with French tips and it made my dick harden instantly. I stood up and quickly removed my pajama pants and boxers. I began to fantasize about what I wanted to do to those flawless feet. It was about that time that Jennifer’s towel fell to the floor.

This was my first time seeing a naked woman in real life. I had seen plenty of porn up to that point, but that all paled in comparison to what was in front of me. There wasn’t a mark or blemish on her. Her skin was smooth and well taken care of. Her breasts were perfectly round with smaller pink nipples.

Before she could get into the tub, I ordered Jennifer to turn around and face me. I reinforced in her mind that everything is normal and nothing was out of the ordinary. I also amplified the pleasure center of her brain. I reached out my hands and placed them gently on her stomach and made small circles around her belly button with my finger. This must have resonated with her, as she started to breathe a bit heavier and her nipples started to harden. I moved one hand to her tits and started gently pinching one of her nipples. The other hand I moved further down to her neatly shaved pussy and proceeded to stroke her clit. Jennifer’s breath was starting to get heavier and faster as she let out small moans and whimpers.

Out of curiosity, I scanned her thoughts for things that she liked to do during sex. I wanted my first time to be good for her as well. I’m not greedy. Except, I discovered that she was a virgin. In fact, she had only ever dated one guy. She wasn’t completely innocent, though. She had given him handjobs, but she didn’t really like it. Their relationship didn’t last long, and she hadn’t pursued a relationship since. How could this beautiful, perfect girl have been in only one relationship? I dove a little deeper into her subconscious to see what turns her on. What I had discovered though, I wasn’t ready for. Jennifer was a lesbian.

Apparently, she had dated that boy to hide her real sexuality from her parents. She had joined the volleyball team so she could be closer to this one girl who she had a major crush on. Holy shit...it was my sister! I examined some memories of her checking Kristin out, showering with her in the school locker room and sneaking small glances at her. I even found some masturbation fantasies that she had of her. In these fantasies, she’s kneeling in front of Kristin and she is worshipping her feet. It seems that Jennifer and I had a lot more in common than I thought. We both find feet sexy, and we both want to fuck girls.

I instructed Jennifer to finally get into the bath. She gently sunk herself down and let out a contented sigh as the water came up to her breasts. She laid her head on the back of the tub and closed her eyes, letting the hot water enter every pore. At this point, I was fighting with myself. I have had a crush on this girl since the first time I laid eyes on her, but her feelings for my sister were bordering on full blown, head over heels love.

“Fuck it.” I thought. I’ll fix it later. Right now, I had a hard on that could put a hole through drywall.

I instructed Jennifer to keep her eyes closed and to sit up just a little bit. As she skooched her way up the tub, I got in on the other side. I told her to lift her leg up and to put her foot in my hand. I started projecting thoughts of her worshipping my sister’s feet. I convinced her mind that whatever I was about to do to her, she was doing to my sister in her fantasy. She let out a small moan as her nipples were getting hard again. With some simple remapping, I increased the sensation of her feet being touched to that of her clitoris being stimulated. I took her foot and licked her sole from heel to toe. Fuck, her feet tasted amazing. I kissed each toe until I got to her big toe and put it in my mouth, gently sucking it while swirling my tongue around it. Jennifer let out a small whimper as I heard her whisper, “Kristin”. I took her other foot and put them together. I went from left to right, slowly making my way down both of her thick, perfect soles. Jennifer was starting to get louder as waves of pleasure washed over her entire body. She moved her right hand down and inserted two fingers into her tight pussy. As she was finger fucking herself, she brought her other hand up and squeezed her left breast almost hard enough to bruise it. At this point, I was ready to overflow the tub with my cum. I took her feet and wrapped them around my cock and moved them up and down as fast as I could. I changed the fantasy in her head to my sister fucking her doggy style with a strap on. Jennifer stopped fingering herself and grabbed on to the side of the tub. Her whimpers had turned into cries of ecstasy as I fucked her feet. I increased her speed and started to feel my own orgasm coming.

“Oh, god I’m so close!” she panted as she arched her back, almost lifting herself out of the bathtub. I put one more command into her mind: when I cum, you will cum. I couldn’t take it anymore. Her cries of pleasure sent me over the edge.

“Oh, god please!”

“Don’t stop!”

“Fuck! Fuck! FFFFFFUUUUUCCKKKK!”

Jennifer fell back into the tub, still moaning and panting as my thick ropes of cum made their way into the bathwater. She smiled contentedly as I tried to catch my breath. My mind was reeling. It was my first sexual experience with a woman. And even though it wasn’t what I thought it would be, it’s still a memory that I hold dear to this day.

The water was getting cold now, so I figured it was time for me to take my leave. I got out of the bath and dried myself off, all the while returning normal thought processes and functions to Jennifer’s brain. I instructed her to remain in the tub until she heard the bathroom door close. When she heard the door click, she would get out and dry off and all she would remember is that she had a nice, refreshing bath. I put my pajama pants back on and went to leave, but something stopped me. I turned around and walked back to the tub. I knelt down and started gently stroking Jennifer’s hair. I wanted to give her something in return for the amazing experience she just gave me.

“Jennifer, in the next couple of weeks you will confess your feelings to Kristin. You will tell her how happy she makes you. How you joined the volleyball team just to be near her. How you love being around her. How you think about her constantly. How you want to be more than friends. You will tell her that you are madly in love with her. You will be confident and not afraid to tell her all of this. No matter what happens after that, you will be happy knowing that you are finally brave enough to be who you really are.”

I could see Jennifer’s eyes darting back and forth behind her eyelids. She was trying to process all of this information. Her life would change dramatically very soon and it was a lot to handle, both mentally and emotionally. I sent a calming sensation through her body and she sighed with relief. A small smile crept over her lips as she finally accepted her instructions. I kissed her on the forehead and stood back up. I moved over to her clothes and took the pair of panties that she had planned to change into and put them in my pocket. What can I say? I’m a pervert and I wanted a souvenir. I closed the bathroom door behind me and staggered to my bedroom. I exerted more physical and mental energy in there than I ever have before. My job wasn’t completely over though, as I had one more change to make. When the deed was done, I fell onto my bed and slept through the night.

Jennifer had felt embarrassed. She must have fallen asleep in the tub. All of the hot water had cooled down and she was freezing. Still, it was the most relaxed she had been in a long time. As she stood up to dry herself off, she looked down and was shocked at what she saw.

“Jesus Christ! How did I get all of this water on the floor?!”

She grabbed another towel and began to wipe up the mess she had made. What a thing to do in the house that the girl she was in love with lived. As she wiped the last remaining puddles up, she thought about how she would confess her love to Kristin. She couldn’t believe that she was even going to tell her, but enough was enough. She couldn’t live like this any more, hiding who she really was. Even if Kristin said no, she could at least be satisfied with the fact that she was finally who she was supposed to be.

Jennifer opened the door to Kristin’s bedroom and found her lying on the bed playing with her phone. She had already changed into what she was going to sleep in; a threadbare tank top with no bra and a pair of boy shorts. Jennifer was her best friend. She had seen more of her in the gym showers. There was no need for modesty or formality. Not that Jennifer was complaining. She looked down at Kristin’s smooth legs and feet and her mouth began to water. She was wearing her favorite color of nail polish; a light teal that made her toes look extra delicious. Jennifer snapped out of it and moved over to her duffel bag.

“Hey, Kris?” she asked. “Have you seen that light blue pair of panties that I have? I could have sworn that I packed them, but they’re not here.”

“No, I haven’t seen ’em.” Kristin replied. “I’d let you borrow a pair of mine, but that phat ass of yours wouldn’t fit into them.” Kristin gave her a mischievous grin.

Jennifer flipped her off and smiled back at her. “You love this bubble butt, bitch.”

Kristin chuckled and hopped out of bed. She opened up her dresser drawer, pulled out a large shirt and tossed it to Jennifer.

“Here you go.” said Kristin. “It’s an old boyfriends. He was an asshole, but dammit if that’s not a comfy shirt to sleep in.”

Jennifer thanked her and let her hair down as Kristin got under the covers. Jennifer removed her towel, exposing herself completely to Kristin as she lifted her arms up to put on the shirt. The shirt barely went down past her ass, but it was ok. It was only for one night. Jennifer thought she heard what sounded like a small moan coming from Kristin’s direction. She turned to look only to find Kristin staring right at her. She gave a scrunched up smile and curtsied in her new sleepwear.

“How do I look?” Jennifer asked.

Kristin never took her eyes off of her.

“Like a dream.” she said, trying to hide that her face had become flush and her breathing was getting heavier.

“Ugh. More like a nightmare with this hair.”

Jennifer moved over to the mirror and began brushing her hair. As she bunched up her hair to brush the ends, she debated if it would be better to tell Kristin her true feelings before or after the tournament tomorrow. As she finished up, she heard another small moan. Instead of looking over and drawing attention, Jennifer looked into the mirror and saw Kristin behind her in the bed. She had positioned herself where she could see Jennifer’s feet. She looked down even further and saw that Kristin’s hand was under the blanket, and there was a slight circular motion coming from right where Kristin’s pussy would be.