The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

His phone rang once more, falling off the sink, and landing with a soft thud on the ground.

A few blinks later and Isaac realized he had done it again. He bent down and picked up his still buzzing phone, answering it reflexively as he walked out of the bathroom.

“Good morning baby,” a familiar voice perked up on the other side of the line, “how’d you sleep?”

For a second, Isaac felt his blood pressure building, the blush on his face feeding into the emotion of wanting to raise his voice. Instead, he took a calming breath and tried to neutralize himself as best he could.

“I slept great,” he said, fully aware that he spent the last hour of “sleep” consisted of being teased on the edge of consciousness before Nina slipped out of bed and got ready for work.

“I bet you did,” she whispered, her smile almost audible over the phone. “Well, I just wanted to make sure that you got…up… on time. You seemed to be really out of it when I left.”

At each of her intentionally punctuated words, he shook his head in a mildly frustrated disbelief. If there was one thing that could get Isaac out of his submissive headspace, it was when Nina went out of her way to flaunt how much control she had over him. Not today, he thought, as he centered himself again.

“Yeah, I had some trouble falling asleep last night. You were hogging the sheets again, and you kept snoring when you slept on your back,” he said, trying his best to sound convincing in his lie.

“I see,” Nina responded in a short tone, clearly not pleased with his answer, “well then, I hope you have fun getting ready. Oh, and sweetie? Tonight let’s spend some time diving into the noises that you make in bed.”

There was a chirp in his ear, and Isaac knew that she had disconnected the call.

“Ugh, did I go too far?” he wondered, before checking his watch and realizing that he had spent two whole hours in the bathroom getting ready.

The toaster popped and he quickly put some butter on the bread as he hopped towards the door, trying not to fall over as he put on his shoes one at a time. He grabbed the keys off the hook next to the door and started to head outside when all of the sudden, he heard his keys hit the ground.

Again, he cursed himself and picked them up, rushing out the door without letting his mind or eyes wander anywhere but the handle. Once he was finally outside, he knew he was safe, even if his mind couldn’t fully comprehend what he was safe from.

He started to idly probe into his thoughts, feeling around for any tugs or pulls, trying to figure out what exactly she had slipped into his mind. There was some compulsion that he felt buried deep in his subconscious, but every time he felt himself getting closer to figuring out what it was, the tantalizing pull of the fog of trance made him snap back to reality.

That’s a mystery for later, he thought to himself, as he threw his bag onto the passenger seat and started backing out of the driveway. It was brief, but for a moment he swore that he could feel the slightest tug at his thoughts, his brain briefly wondering if the suggestion was to make him work from home today.

The feeling subsided as he drove away from the house, his mind refocusing on the work at hand.

For most of the day, everything else proceeded as normal. In fact, aside from the occasional cryptic message from Nina, he was actually a little more productive than usual. He finished filling his reports and went down to the cafe in the lobby to get himself a little treat. As he crumpled up the napkin and tossed it into the trash, he made his way to the bathroom to wash up before going back to his office.

The water rushed over his hands as he lathered them up with soap, making sure to remove all traces of stickiness from his afternoon snack. Isaac gave his wrists a sharp flick, tossing the last droplets of water into the sink, when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye.

As he looked up, his breath was taken from him as he saw, standing in the bathroom with him, the most attractive man that Isaac had ever seen.

Having been in the kink community for years, Isaac had long since realized that his sexual preferences were far more fluid than he ever admitted to himself while growing up. But even with the confidence and knowledge that he had built over the years flirting in chat rooms and at conventions, he was absolutely dumbfounded to be staring into the eyes of a complete stranger with such a wonton lust.

It was only then that he realized he wasn’t really staring at the strangers eyes, but rather the reflection of their eyes. They peered back at him, angled in the mirror as he could see the outline of a smile form on the man’s face. Without saying a single word, they seemed to have this knowing conversation that told this stranger that even though Isaac’s hands were now dry, his body was now dripping in other ways.

Time lost all meaning as he just stared, his eyes ever so slightly roaming over the man’s body. Noticing how his broad shoulders and well defined arms couldn’t be hidden by the dress shirt he was wearing. The perfect little knot tied in the top of his tie sent Isaac’s mind spiraling into smaller fantasies about what other ties he might be good at.

As quickly as he came into his life, the strange man was gone. Isaac didn’t remember saying a single word, or exchanging anything other than a knowing glance, but he could feel the arousal dripping down his leg, telling him something had happened. Despite how hard he tried to focus on the memory, the strangers’ features that he had been caught ogling were helplessly slipping from his mind.

A deep breath later, and Isaac made his way back up to the office, head turning on a swivel any time that he thought that he might have seen this mysterious man again. To his dismay, the rest of the day was filled with work that suddenly seemed to drag much harder than it had before his afternoon rendezvous.

The clock mercifully read 5:00pm and he rushed out the door, making a mental note to ask Karen in accounting if she had ever seen the strange man when he saw her again on Monday. That was for later, because for now he was finally free from work, and was ready to rush home to reprieve himself of some of the sexual tension he had been carrying with him.

Yet instead of falling into the familiarity of his normal routine, he decided to take a different route home.

“There will be less traffic this way, and I can ride with my windows down,” he thought to himself, enjoying the feeling of the air rushing over his face, as he loosened his tie ever so slightly.

In fact, he was having such a lovely detour that he decided to take another new road, and another after that. What should have been a quick fifteen minute drive home was slowly turning into something more.

“If I’m going to go for a drive, I need to text Nina and let her know,” Isaac realized, as he pulled off the road and into a parking lot to send her the message.

The familiar ping of the sent notification played over his car’s speakers, and for the first time since he had parked, he looked around at his surroundings. Only now did he realize he really had been driving for a while, as he only recognized a few of the buildings in the area. The place that he had ended up pulling into was one of those romantic hotels that you see advertised heavily around valentines day.

“One of these years I should bring Nina here, to spice things up a bit,” he chuckled to himself as he turned off the car.

The parking lot was almost half empty, he noticed as his eyes took in the rest of the motel’s decorations. Little hearts adorned every door, and the color scheme seemed to follow a cupid-like design of reds and pinks. As he walked along the row of identical doors, hearing the occasional sounds of a patreon enjoying themselves, he couldn’t help but notice a familiarity he felt about the whole thing.

Even as his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he stared at the “121” on the door, the sensation seemed to lazily fill his head with a fog. Every time he was sure that he was remembering something, he would convince himself that it’s just because he’s standing there, taking in the moment.

His body seemed to be walking through a strange form of deja vu, briefly imagining a pile of clothes on the floor in the exact same spot that he just finished dropping his belt. The sensation of the carpet under his naked feet seemed to flood his mind, even before his toes dug their way into it. His head swirled with the realization, content to just rest his naked body against the faux silk sheets and remove the silly thought that he had been made to forget something from his mind.

“No,” he insisted as he let his eyes remain closed, breathing in the room around him, “this is the first time I’ve ever been here, and there’s nothing strange about that.”

The thought washed over Isaac like a calming wave, removing all the tension he had been holding as his brow unfurled. He found himself relaxing so much that he swore he was drifting off into a dream before a noise woke him up.

Almost as if acting of their own accord, his eyes floated open, staring at the scene in front of him. It was a fantasy coming to life, as the man he had seen in the bathroom was back, this time, completely naked before him. His cock already dripping from arousal, as a smile crept across his face, his hand already grabbing the base of his cock and stroking it slowly.

Isaac could almost feel his own arousal building as the man stared at him like a piece of meat. An object of pure lust that was being used at the pleasure of a total stranger to get off.

It was the first time he had been able to put the thought to words, but it seemed to slip into a familiar place in his head at the exact moment that he found his mind spiraling on the precum of the man’s throbbing cock. So he laid there, content to watch the approving smile of the stranger, his eyes left to explore and roam his body as he was on a display of his own.

Nina just stared for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of her lover caught in another pleasure loop that she so delicately wrapped around his mind. It was easy enough to get him to accept the suggestion, as he had previously asked her to help him find more confidence in his body and his looks. She really did have the best of intentions when she started the process.

“And really,” she thought to herself as she quietly closed the door behind her, “what is the harm in making him appreciate how sexy his body is?”

She worked her way to the edge of the bed, looking down at her partner’s pleasure glazed eyes, before looking up at the mirror on the ceiling, watching him stroke himself deeper into the image she had helped create in his mind.

As Nina kicked her panties into the pile of clothes that he had formed in the center of the room, she couldn’t help but reach between her thighs to feel her own wetness. Her fingers idly running over her clit as she felt her arousal build at the thought of her whispering in his half asleep ears earlier that morning.

It wasn’t the first time she had instructed him to obsessively lose himself in his own attractive reflection, and it wouldn’t be the last. A soft moan escaped her lips as she looked down at her loving partner, feeling another rush of arousal not only at his naked body, but at her own control over it.

For a moment she felt a tug of her own as her fingers doubled their effort, bringing her closer to the edge of climax. It was the distant thought that she never used to get off to the idea of her being such a good hypnotist before. But the more she seemed to focus on the thought, the more she felt a warm fog rolling over her mind, welcoming her back into the loop of finding pleasure in the confidence of her own hypnotic abilities.

She would have to ask Isaac about that later. That is, if she remembered to do it before their next switch. After all, right now all she could focus on was using her submissive’s cock to help show her needy pussy how good of a hypnotist she really was.