The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Their private room was lit, as always, with candle-like lamps along two walls. They cast a muted glow over the dark, thick rug, but left the bed by the far wall wrapped in shadows. Just the way Annika liked it.

By the time she and Dalton ended up on the bed, her mind would be wrapped in shadows, too. Her memories of what happened on that bed were quivering, fuzzy things, soaked in mind-numbing lust.

She debated stripping and perching naked on the edge of the silky covers, but she loved their rule to only touch the bed after she was fully enthralled. So she chose one of the two wingback armchairs by the fireplace, instead, sinking into the velvety padding. Dalton had sat her in this very chair, on their first meeting. Here, he’d seduced her mind for the first time, his whispers and touches pulling her into warm, wonderful trance...

Annika stretched languorously and smiled. At this rate, she’d be half-under and soaking wet before Dalton even got here. He’d not appreciate her getting the fun started without him.

Or perhaps he would. Dalton took pleasure in her enjoyment, whatever form it took. If she wanted to sink into horny mindlessness on her own and welcome him, glazed-eyed and needy, tugging helplessly at the extra clothes she always layered on so he could enthrall her into slowly removing each piece...

Annika moaned as her fingers brushed the buttons of her sweater. With a chuckle, she stood and began pacing. However delicious the memories of their games were, waiting for the real thing was worth it. She loved the thrill of Dalton wooing her while she fought the trance in vain. He always kept things fresh, too, finding new tricks to capture her will or commands she tried to fight, that made her capitulation all the sweeter.

The card reader outside the room clicked, and she turned to the door, eager. As always, Dalton looked irresistible, in a collared shirt and elegant jeans, dark hair perfectly combed, the wire edges of his round eyeglasses gleaming—

A second man followed him into the room. Annika’s smile faltered, confusion cooling her excitement.

The stranger looked dressed for concert night at the local college: grimy, torn jeans, a baggy black shirt with the faded logo of some band she’d never heard of. His hair was slicked with way too much gel, and the wolfish once-over he gave her made Annika shiver.

She crossed her arms instinctively, her gaze moving to Dalton. “Is there a problem...?”

He wrinkled his nose. The situation displeased him, too. Trouble with their club membership, perhaps? But this stranger looked nothing like the usual Unbridled staff, who flitted about with discreet, near-invisible efficiency.

Dalton shrugged, and, with a poorly-disguised eyeroll, he waved to the man. “My friend here will...observe. Don’t worry about it.”

Annika’s jaw dropped. Don’t worry about it? She narrowed her eyes at Dalton. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

The stranger snickered. “I thought she does everything you want.” His leery grin widened as Annika flashed him an incredulous glare. “Doesn’t look so tame to me.”

“I said you could watch silently,” said Dalton, his tone low but no less forceful for its deceptive calm. “Be quiet and stay out of the way.”

“Dalton,” growled Annika, and he followed her to the far corner of the room, for some semblance of privacy. “What the hell?” she hissed. “You invited someone to watch?”

“Invited himself,” said Dalton, succinctly. “He’s a potential investor in my company; didn’t realize he had a membership here until I ran into him downstairs. He was...curious. He’s never been matched for private room sessions.”

“So you decided to let him join us?” Annika gaped. “Are you out of your mind? If this is some sort of joke—”

“Not join us,” he hurried to assure her. “The agreement was he could only watch.”

“ Only —” She choked on her disbelief. “Do you think I’m some cheap showgirl?! If I wanted some creepy Peeping Tom ogling me, I’d stick to the dance room downstairs.”

Dalton frowned. “Being watched isn’t against your rules, is it?” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the laminated private-session card; all members got one, when matched, and had to carry it at all times. “It’s not on here, An. Did you want to amend the rules?”

Annika bit her tongue before screaming ‘yes’. Amending the rules was a whole process. They had to report to the club’s safety office, explain the addendum, then there was a brief review period full of debates about precise language. Unbridled might’ve their members’ most intimate wishes reality, but doing so required mountains of paperwork.

“I just want him out,” she growled. “Now.”

“Hm. But you’re not asking to amend the rules?” Dalton confirmed. She glared.

“Only because I’ve waited all month for this damned session, and an ammendment will move us to the back of the scheduling line again. Oh, cut it out,” she batted away his hand when he reached to tuck an errant lock back behind her ear. “I’m not interested in your wooing.”

“No?” Dalton grinned, his boyish, impish grin, and caught her wrist to press a kiss to it.

“Dalton,” she hissed. “This isn’t a game. I don’t want this. Ugh—” The words were so often part of their foreplay. “I actually don’t want this. For real. Get rid of him. Quit it—”

Her voice trailed off into a throaty whine, as he tugged her closer. She pulled back, but her body was instinctively slipping into their routine. Her protests, too—‘no’, ‘don’t’, ‘stop’—read just like their usual scripts.

“Cut it out.” Annika tugged herself free, turning her back on him to glare at the stranger. “Leave. You’re not welcome in this private room.”

“You don’t make the rules here,” the man informed her. “My friend over there—what do you call him, ‘Dalton’? He holds the reins—”

“Enough.” Dalton came up behind her, pressing his lips to her neck. Annika struggled to push away, but his arms encircled her, gentle but girm. “Shh. It’s alright, An.”

He whispered something in her ear, and Annika barely had time to recognize one of her trigger phrases, before warm, thick fog spread through her head, leaving it heavy and clumsy.

“No,” she murmured, but that just sent a surge of lust through her. She always said no. Saying ‘no’ just meant Dalton would try harder. Saying ‘no’ meant soon she’d be saying ‘yes’...

She groaned and shook her head. “No, Dalton. Not now. Stop...” She reached for the arm that pressed her to his chest and tried to push him away again—

“Shh.” Dalton’s breath tickled her ear, making her lose track of her thoughts. “You said you might find it titillating, being watched. Didn’t you say that?”

Had she? That sounded like her. But... “Not like this.” She frowned, wading through the thickening slog of her thoughts. “Is this...one of your games? I don’t...I...don’t like...”

“She sure talks a lot,” snickered the stranger. His voice cut through the relaxing warmth of Dalton’s trigger phrase. Annika stiffened—

“I invited you under the stipulation that you don’t interfere,” said Dalton, his tone still quiet, but unmistakable irritation laced through it. “Your talking is making her uncomfortable—”

“’s his presence...n’just...talking,” slurred Annika, trying to pull away again. “Just...make him...”

Dalton kissed her temple and whispered something else. Sudden, unrelenting langour swept from her head into her body, sinking her into silent darkness. A tidal wave of relaxation washed away her anger and tension, leaving behind only soft, confused silence.

“—quiet until I get her under.” Dalton’s voice seemed to be coming from far away, fading in and out as Annika’s mind tunneled through the darkness. “Then you may ask questions... long as you don’t raise your voice... interfere with her enjoyment...”

“No,” she mumbled, her tongue heavy and clumsy. “Don’t want...him...here...”

“Just focus on me, Annika,” said Dalton. He spun her around gently, to face him. “I’m the only one in this room you want to think about.”

“No—”

“Shh.” His frame blocked her view of the rest of the room. All she could see was the strong line of his jaw, his lips as they spoke, the soft flicker of candlelight across his high cheekbones...

“Let’s get you nice and relaxed,” he whispered. “So we can move to the bed.”

An involuntary moan rose from Annika’s throat. The bed. Her body yearned for it. But her mind still remembered the stranger, her discomfort, even though she had to fumble through a dark, heavy velvet curtain to grasp those memories.

“Make him leave.” She tried to pry her eyes from Dalton’s mouth, but they refused to move. She had to watch him speak, see his words sink deep into her mind...

She blinked, the room spinning suddenly. Panic rose as she felt herself falling—

“I got you, darling.” Dalton’s powerful hands closed about her shoulders, pinning her in place. Their warmth seeped through Annika’s clothes, into her body, pooling at the center of her. The room spun faster.

“Don’t... him...” Annika struggled to get the words out. “Leave...”

“Let’s count down,” Dalton suggested. “Open your eyes and watch me count. I won’t let you fall.”

“Nnn...” Annika squeezed her eyes shut. If she opened them, if she watched him, the count would draw her into trance completely. “Not... with him...”

“He’ll vanish when you’re fully relaxed,” promised Dalton. “You won’t need to worry about him. It’ll be just you and me. Just you and me, Annika, like you want. Open your eyes. Just a short countdown, and we’ll be alone. Do you remember how the countdown works, Annika?”

She moaned. The countdown led her into Dalton’s thrall. It led her into pleasure. Her knees buckled, and Dalton’s grip tightened, sending waves of arousal coursing through her.

“...upright, my darling. Can’t relax completely until we count down. Can’t move to the bed unil we count down. Don’t you want to move this to the bed, Annika?”

More than anything. “Make him... please...”

“Make him vanish? Yes. I’ll make him vanish. Open your eyes and watch me count down.”

“No—no...leave... please...”

“Open your eyes, Annika,” said Dalton, firmer now. “Open your eyes now and watch me count down. Open—good girl. Keep your eyes open and watch me count.”

His lips curled in a gentle smile, and pleasure lapped at Annika’s mind. She liked it when he was pleased. All she had to do to please him was keep her eyes open and—

No...

She frowned, but his smile only grew wider, and pleasure washed over her again.

“—eyes open and watch me count—”

“No...”

“...count down...”

“S-stop...Dal...ton...”

“Ten.”

Silence blossomed inside Annika’s head.

The world faded away. Her body stilled. Her eyes focused on Dalton’s lips. Ten.

The countdown would lead her into warm, wonderful trance. All she had to do was keep her eyes open and watch him count. Annika wanted to surrender to trance. All she had to do—

“Nine.”

Her body grew heavier. His grip on her shoulders was the only thing keeping her upright. This was normal. When she surrendered to the warm, wonderful trance, Dalton’s touches controlled her body. Dalton’s words controller her—

“Eight.”

A breath whooshed out between Annika’s lips. Dalton smiled still. She smiled back. In trance, she was but a mirror of him. Her body echoed his wishes. Her mind echoed his thoughts. Her—

“Seven.”

Her body surrendered to him. Her mind was Dalton’s to play with. Her senses...

“Six.”

All she saw were Dalton’s lips, smiling and counting her down into complete trance.

“Five.”

His voice spoke in her head. His lips moved only to smile and count down.

“Four.”

No resistance left.

“Three.”

She...

“Two.”

...was...

“One.”

“You’re in a nice, warm, wonderful trance, now, Annika. No thoughts, no fear. ”

She was in a nice, warm, wonderful trance now.

“You see and hear only me. We’re alone here. Your senses know only what I tell them. Your mind knows only what I give it.”

She saw and heard only Dalton. Her senses knew only—

“Take off your clothes.”

“Nice.” The man—blast him—plodded forward, grinning widely. “Gotta admit, man, I didn’t buy this, but she looks totally gone. Even if she’s faking it—”

“She’s not,” said Dalton. “As I told you downstairs, it’s all real between her and me.”

The dumbass cackled. “So she’s really—what, brainwashed? Mesmerized? Man, is that shit even real? Can’t see or hear anything but what I say, your mind is mine and shit?”

It took significant restraint to not grab the clown by the shoulders and toss him out. Investor, Dalton reminded himself. He’d been courting this hedgefund three years; the board of directors was split, but the clown could overrule them. Worth a little annoyance for one night.

“If you’re not interested in observing, you can go,” he said. “You said you wished to know what goes on in private rooms, so you can apply for a match. Here it is. You can leave at any time.”

“No way.” The man grinned broader still. “I wanna see all the good stuff. She’s really out of it, then, huh? Just doing what you told her. Hellooo—” He waved his hand before Annika’s face. “Anyone home?”

She stared blankly straight through him and continued unbuttoning her sweater. Dalton grabbed his hand before it touched her.

“Step back, please.”

The dumbass just kept grinning, eyeing Annika’s slow, mindless movements. “Hot stuff! Look at spaced-out look. She really can’t see or hear us? Why’s she staring at your mouth like that?”

“That’s her trance command.” Dalton smiled, enjoying the way Annika’s placid face mirrored him. She truly was a wonderful subject. Her eyes never left his lips, staring at them with mindless intent even as she shrugged out of her dress—

“Whoa! Nice .” The clown gave a wolf-whistle as she tossed her dress aside and straightened, now in only flimsy lace undergarments. “Man, you lucked out on this one.”

Little stones dotted the lace, reflecting the soft light. Dalton’s smile grew. She’d remembered he liked sparkly things.

“Stop undressing,” he said, as she reached for the strap of her bra. “Leave the lingerie on.”

Her hand fell to her side. She stilled, gaze still fixed on his lips, her features perfectly blank save for the small smile that mimicked his.

The dumbass hooted, interrupting Dalton’s survey of Annika’s generous breasts. Dalton gritted his teeth.

“No loud noises,” he repeated. “If she grows uncomfortable, it can break the trance. I won’t spoil her night. And no touching,” he snapped, when the creep reached for Annika’s breasts.

“I wanna a go at her, man.”

“Out of the question.”

As surprise flickered across Annika’s serene face, Dalton tamped down his temper. He knew she was just mirroring his reaction and remained fully unaware of her surroundings. But seeing her unease still irritated him.

He stroked her cheek. “Good girl. Everything’s well. You’re in your warm, wonderful trance. Pleased and relaxed. Everything is going exactly as we want it.”

His words wiped all emotion from her features, leaving her perfectly placid again.

“Why the hell not, dude? She won’t know. C’mon, you can’t expect me to see all this and not want in. Look at her.”

“Her rules are clear,” said Dalton. “No one but me touches her while she’s in trance.”

“Who cares about her rules? You can make her like it.” The clown scowled. “If you want my money—”

Dalton rounded on him. “Fuck your money,” he said, icily. “The deal was you watch and don’t interfere, then tomorrow you tell your board to invest in my company. We drew up papers downstairs with those terms. You might be too new here to know this, but when you sign a contract in this place, they’ll nail your ass to the wall if you break it.”

The man gaped at him, then sputtered angrily.

“You can watch,” Dalton repeated. “No touching, no noise. And if you tell anyone what you see here, I’ll report you to club security.” His eyes narrowed. “Took me two damned years to get matched, and I won’t have this ruined. Now have a seat, or get out.”

The man scoffed and muttered something about perverted mind games. But he didn’t leave, of course. He plopped himself in one of the fireside armchairs, eyes roving hungrily over Annika’s body.

Whatever. She’d said more than once that the idea of having someone watch her in trance excited her. Dalton could work with this, as long as the dumbass kept quiet—

“Make her do a sexy dance.” The man scoffed at Dalton’s sharp look. “What? You said I can watch, so give me something to watch. Make her do stuff to make it worth my investment.”

Dalton bit his tongue and reminded himself his company could use the funds. And Annika did love obeying commands. While Dalton wouldn’t enjoy himself much, with the man peeping in, she wasn’t bothered by it in her present state. She’d still have her fun.

He touched the sides of her face. “Annika. Look at me.” As her glassy stare met his, he began rubbing slow circles into her temples. “The trance makes you hot, doesn’t it?”

A moan broke from her throat. “Yes, Dalton.”

“You want to please yourself and me. Isn’t that right?”

Her body arched toward him, her lips parting hungrily. “Yes, Dalton.” Her eyes stayed fixed on his, mindless need blooming in their depths.

Were they alone, Dalton would’ve reached between her legs, to feel her soaked panties. But he didn’t want to hear the man’s commentary, so he kept his hands on her temples.

“Annika, what’s the only thing you can tell me, when you’re in trance?”

“Yes, Dalton,” she rasped. That had been one of the first commands he implanted in her.

“And you’ll obey anything I say, when you’re in trance?”

“Yes, Dalton.”

He smiled. “Your mind is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Dalton.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled as she mewled and squeezed her legs togeter. “Annika, I want you to listen carefully. Have you ever seen a strip club dancer? Can you picture one, in your mind? Good girl. For the next few minutes, you’ll be one of those dancers. When I touch you like this—” (he lowered a hand to her breast and squeezed, and a frisson of arousal shook her ), “you’ll forget who you are and where we are. You’ll be a dancer in a club. That’s all you’ll know. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dalton.”

Damn, but keeping his wits was proving hard. Seeing her mindlessly take his commands had made him hard as a fucking rock. Suddenly he wasn’t sure at all he wouldn’t take his enjoyment tonight, Peeping Tom or not.

“You’ll dance to please me. That’s all that matters. Dancing for me brings you pleasure. You’ll hear the music in your mind. Can you hear it, Annika? Good girl,” he cut off her reply, eager to move along. “You’re a dancer, Annika. You care only about pleasing me. Begin now.”

He squeezed her breast again. Annika blinked, then her eyes opened in the same fogged look, the arousal even more evident in her glittering, wide-eyed gaze.

She began to move sinuously, to music only she heard, bending and arching, her hands roaming his body as she circled him and rubbed her breasts and legs against him. Damn, but she was better at this than he’d known. Dalton had never thought to make her dance for him. After she fell into trance, he always took her to the bed. Too prosaic by far.

His cock twitched in his pants as her hands brushed it. Then she bent backwards fluidly and jiggled her hips. The clown wolf-whistled again, and it took Dalton a second to summon the will to scowl at him. Annika’s soft body clad in the sparkling lingerie captivated all his attention.

“She’s good!” hooted the man. “Tell her to do it to me, when you’re done. I can enjoy the show without touching, can’t I?”

Dalton didn’t reply, too busy touching Annika’s moving body, his hands warm on the soft skin of her belly. She breathed harder as he roamed over her body, and little whimpers of arousal broke from her throat whenever her squeezed possessively. Damn, but the woman could move—

His cock was about to rip through the front of his pants. Dalton grabbed her wrist, putting her hand over it. “Stop dancing. Bring me pleasure.”

Annika’s straightened, her hands going to unzip him.

“Kneel,” he grunted out, and her body instantly melted at his feet. “Look at me.”

Her face, blank and flushed with lust, tipped up. Her hands were already working his cock, making it hard to form words.

This was the wrong order of things, he snarled mentally. She was supposed to get her pleasure first. The night was getting all out of control.

“Stop,” he growled, and her hands froze, her breath warm on his already-pearling tip. Her lips just inches away... “Stand and wait,” he ordered, and she straightened and stood at attention, her breasts in the lacy, sparkly bra so close to his face.

Dalton swore under his breath and zipped up his pants over his throbbing cock.

“That’s enough of a show,” he snarled at his would-be investor. “You’ve seen what these sessions are like. Our deal is complete. Get out.”

The man whined like a fucking baby again. “Just when were getting to the good part. I’m not leaving until I see her naked, at least.”

Dalton clenched his fists. Wouldn’t do to break the asshole’s nose. Might get them both kicked out of the club.

“Annika, take off the rest of your clothes,” he barked. “Quickly!”

She scrambled out of her lingerie, tossing the sparkling, flimsy garments aside before she faced him again. Dalton moaned, low in his throat. He wanted her so badly.

“Lift your arms and spin,” he ordered her. “Let me watch you.”

His cock twitched as she spun in place, her pert breasts firm and inviting, nipples hard, her shaved pussy glinting slightly. Oh, she wanted him too.

He rounded on the man. “There. Now leave us to our business. Out,” he growled, when the man opened his mouth again. “Don’t test me right now.”

By some miracle, the dumbass quit arguing. With one last, appreciative look at Annika, he took himself off, and Dalton didn’t even wait for the door to click back shut before he pounced on Annika.

“Bed,” he commanded, tugging her along. She went, unresising, melting into the soft mattress as soon as she touched it. The bed was another of her triggers, that left her empty-headed and focused entirely on pleasure.

Dalton pushed her up against the headboard, groaning as her legs, bent at the knees, parted eagerly. He brushed a hand against her wet pussy, and she arched in mindless bliss.

“This is all you want,” he said, hoarsely, as he undid his pants and fumbled for a condom. “All you can think of. Sink deep into this need. Your pleasure is all that exists.”

He lost track of what he was telling her, as he pushed his eager cock inside her. Annika let out a low, ecstatic moan, her muscles clenching around him.

He came fast and hard, grunting as he slammed deep into her and rode the waves of his orgasm. Annika made inarticulate noises as he squeezed her breasts, and when he’d regained the ability to talk, he ordered her lust to increase, until her body shook, taut and glistening with need. He slipped two fingers into her, and listened to her mindless, gasping “Yes, Dalton”s echo around the dim room.

When they were both sated, he turned her face toward him, smiling at her foggy, half-lidded gaze.

“Annika. You’re going to leave your trance now, do you understand?”

“Yes, Dalton.” Her voice was a thready, hoarse whisper.

“Stand up. Steady. You’ll count yourself out, as always. Walk to the center of the room, then start counting.”

He watched the sway of her hips as she walked, then smiled as she turned back to face him and began counting: “One...two...”

“Ten. I’m out of my trance now.” Annika heard her own voice, though she couldn’t recall deciding to speak. She blinked, and the room spun slightly.

A hand gripped her elbow to help her balance. “Steady, darling.” Dalton smiled down at her, the little black curls of hair on his chest slick with sweat. “Better?”

She purred, deep in her throat, and leaned into him, inhaling his scent—

The memory of the beginning of their session slammed into her abruptly, and she yipped and pulled back, swiveling to survey the empty room.

“He’s gone?” She couldn’t remember when the stranger had left. “Did you—damn it, Dalton. Did you let some strange perv in on this? When I told you no?”

“He left quickly,” Dalton promised. “Just wanted to see what the private rooms are like. He watched for a few minutes, then was gone.”

“I did not want that. Ugh.” Her body felt too pleased and soft to summon up the same anger as earlier; still, she wasn’t pleased. “Did he watch us...? You know what, I don’t even want to think of it. We’re going to the security office to amend those rules right now.”

Dalton gave her a serious look. “Of course. And he didn’t watch us together; I sent him away before we moved to the bed.”

“Well, at least there’s that.” She couldn’t be too mad—he’d asked her if she wanted to amend the rules, twice—but she definitely wasn’t allowing a repeat. “No more interlopers, ever. Well—maybe if we both agree on them in advance. But never again a surprise like this.”

“As you wish.”

She scowled at his pleasant tone. “You’re lucky you’re hot,” she muttered, and he chuckled and nodded suggestively toward the shower.

By the time they’d both washed up and dressed, she’d almost forgotten about the creepy Peeping Tom. She retrieved her car from the club’s parking lot and drove herself home, and by the time she parked outside her apartment building, only the pleasant memories remained. She got out of her car with a smile on her face, counting the days to their next meeting. Hopefully the club would process their rule amendment quickly—

She didn’t pay attention to the man who walked into the building after her until he snuck into the elevator just before the doors closed. As he turned to her with a grin, Annika’s heart stuttered.

“You!”

His grin grew. “I’ve been doing some research while I was waiting for you to come out of the club, Annika. Did you know triggers work no matter who speaks them, especially if the voices sound similar enough?”

She was trying to grab her phone when hespoke something. Brief terror ran through her, before the walls began to spin. She stumbled back, “No—”

He said something else, and her vision tunneled. Clumsily, she tried to reach the elevator’s emergency button, but he blocked her and whispered into her ear again. Her knees buckled.

“I think we’ll enjoy our time together,” he murmured, and then he said something else, and the world grew even darker, collapsing onto her and pushing her down into thick, silent blackness.

The last thing she heard was the beginning of a countdown.