The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Night 1.

“That’s impossible. You can’t make me do that!” Trish giggled a little.

Johnathon simply sat in his chair his right leg folded over the left, a steaming cup of tea nursed in his hands. He chuckled slightly.

“Well of course I can’t make you. But I can make you want it so desperately it happens.”

Trish’s breath caught in her throat, and she quickly glanced around as she sipped her own tea.

“No need to be nervous Trish. I can’t make you do anything you don’t already desire.”

“But I’ve. I’ve never thought about this before. It’s insane.”

“Perhaps it is. But it isn’t the necessarily the idea, the action that matters. But perhaps, it is the concept that is important instead.”

“But the idea is impossible?” Trish shifted nervously in her seat. The leather couch squeaked below her. She looked around taking in the furnishings. Trish sat on a white leather couch, and Johnathon was on a matching chair. A classy wooden coffee table sat between them with a small pile of books sat in the centre. A matching set of small tables sat to the side of the couch and chair.

“Well, if the idea was impossible, or, you truly believed it to be, you wouldn’t still be sitting here listening to me talk about it.” Johnathon locked eyes with Trish who quickly looked away.

“No need to be shy my dear, I only invited you to experience this because I know you want to.”

“But I told you I’ve never thought about having a hands-free orgasm! What do you mean ‘I want it’?” Trish asked. She turned glared at Johnathon only to find his eyes still staring at her, unchanging.

“Well. The desire isn’t about the hands-free orgasm. The desire is about your lack of control.” Johnathon leant forwards slightly. He held his gaze. His eyes penetrating deeper into Trish’s. Her eyes seemed to dart around, yet Johnathon’s eyes always fell within her gaze. She gulped noticeably.

“The desire isn’t about just the orgasm. It’s about the build-up. It’s about the submission.”

Trish held her gaze with Johnathon.

“Now I have your attention.” A smirk crossed Johnathon’s lips. He pushed himself up from his seat and glided across the hardwood floor, his footfalls soft like feathers falling upon the floor. He reached Trish and placed his hand under her chin and gently guided it upwards to maintain eye contact.

“I can start imparting the truth with you. The truth you’ve been desperate to receive for so long. The truth that will set you free.”

A million thoughts ran through Trish’s mind. “This was crazy! Insanity.” But one stood out. Far above the rest. A thought that had long since been buried under the weight of life. One little ember that now sparked deep inside her. She shivered.

“Please,” she whimpered softly as her voice failed her.

Johnathon chuckled again. “The truth. What a fickle concept. Because really. What is truth? Is it universal or subjective?” He looked down upon Trish.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Of course not. Most don’t understand that it’s both or they choose to ignore it. There are universal truths like the fact that the Earth goes around the sun or that grass grows. But then there are more subjective truths. Like how I enjoy reading people and using that for them.”

Trish continued to hold Johnathon’s gaze.

“And in reading you, I discovered something interesting.” He leant forward. The slight whiskers on his cheek brushing softly against Trish’s cheek. He whispered in her ear.

“I discovered your desire to not have control.”

The hairs on the back of Trish’s neck stood up as a shiver ran down her spine.

“Good girl,” Johnathon whispered his words oozing like honey from a jar.

Trish felt her pussy tingle. “Fuck,” She thought to herself.

Johnathon pulled back and smiled at her. Taking his hand from her chin. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth.

“Already, you are following me. My every move. You hadn’t realised.”

“Shit.” Trish looked away quickly.

Without missing a beat, nor a flinch to look at the sudden movement, Johnathon continued.

“But it’s okay to look at me. Because that’s what you want to do. To follow.” He went silent as he continued to pace. His words hung in the air. To Trish they felt like weights on her mind.

“Yea, I do,” she thought to herself. “Wait… what? Why do I..?” but her thoughts trailed off as Johnathon continued to speak. His words spinning in her mind like a spider spins a silky web. Her eyes fixated on his figure.

“And that’s why you’re watching me now. Following me with your eyes. Hanging onto my every word like your life depends on it. You want it. You crave it. You know I can give it to you.” Johnathon turned to look at Trish. She was transfixed on him. A glint of malice flashed across his eyes before it returned to an inviting charming look. But that slight hint, the glimpse of the devil behind the curtain, made Trish’s pussy throb.

“And I know that you’re feeling needy. Like you want more. But I want to give you true pleasure. Real pleasure. The universal truth of the word pleasure. Not merely a mediocre attempt at what you believe it to be. I want you to feel the truth. If that’s not what you want, you’re welcome to leave.”

Trish could hear the voices screaming at each other in her mind. One shouting to leave, another screaming to stay. Neither would back down. She gripped the edge of the couch, her hands turning almost as white as the leather she sat on. She tightly shut her eyes while pleading with her mind to shut up. Then it stopped. The voices in her mind disappeared.

“Good girl. It’s time for you to relax and enjoy.” Jordan’s voice wafted slowly across her mind calming the storm. “He was right. It was time to enjoy”. A smile spread across Trish’s face as she leant back into the couch her hands relaxing and releasing from the pillow.

“That’s right. All you have to do is listen. Focus on my words. Focus on the pleasure you feel. Focus on how they combine. Increasing. Building. Focus on how the pleasure takes over. Still guided by my words, even as you stop focusing on what I’m saying…”

Trish’s mind went blank. All she could feel was pleasure. It was as though a deep well inside her was slowly filling up. It started with small drips, but slowly the flow increased, filling faster. She felt her pussy. She could feel the pleasure, dripping through her lips. She could feel it running along her thighs. She could feel her hips moving. She felt a moan escape her lips. She was ready.

“Please. I’m ready. Please.” The pleasure continued to grow.

“I need it. Please.” Her mouth hung open. Her mind racing yet only one thought was running through it. Pleasure.

“Pleasure.”

Trish could barely register what she was saying anymore. Her body was on fire. She could feel it all over. All inside. It was almost time. She didn’t know why she knew. How she knew. It was almost…

IT WAS TIME.

She heard her moans again. Loud. Raw. Sensual. She felt her body erupt with pleasure. Every joint, every muscle, screaming in bliss. She could feel her pussy leaking and dribbling. She could feel the falls of her chest; The buzz of her mind. She wasn’t sure how long she was sitting there for. Lost. When her conscious thought finally returned, Johnathon was sitting back on the chair he started in reading a book.

He looked up as he noticed movement. He smiled warmly and said, “I hope you enjoyed Trish.”

“I yea, I uh yea I did,” she stumbled over her words. Her cheeks flushed red as she looked down to see a puddle between her legs.

“Don’t worry about the clean up. I’ll take care of it.”Johnathon smiled his warm smile again.

“I uh… thank you.” Trish blushed deeper.

“You’re welcome. Stay as long you want. Take all the time you need to recover.”

The two sat in silence for about ten minutes before Trish awkwardly stood up grabbed her things and left. She did her best to hide just how wobbly her legs were and how wet her pussy still was. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm again once she was back in her car. And she knew it was going to happen again when she got home.

Night 2

The knock was sharp and abrupt. Johnathon finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and shut the door. The knock echoed down the hall to the kitchen again.

“Hang on a second,” Johnathon called out. His brow furrowed as her started the wash cycle.

He walked to the front door to his unit and opened to see a woman, seemingly in her late 20s standing there. Her brown hair was done in a high ponytail and she worse sunglasses even though it was 8pm and the sun had long since dipped below the skyline.

“Are you Trish’s friend?” she said in an arrogant tone. She looked over the rims of her sunglasses. Her eyes darted up and down Johnathon’s body. She smirked.

“Uhhh. I guess so. Why?” Johnathon looked her over some more. She wasn’t dressed in anything ridiculous, but it was obviously posh. A mid-thigh black skirt and a form fitting white top. The strong aroma of roses with a subtle undertone of cherries filled his nostrils.

“Good. I’m coming in.” She barged past him and walked into his living room.

“So this is where it happened?” she turned to look at him. Her hand resting on the head of the leather couch.

“Right.” Johnathon said. The cogs in his mind started to fall into place and began to spin as he realised why she was here. “So... What did Trish tell you?”

“Well. It took some prodding. She’s a shy one. As you probably know.” The girl bit her lip and winked at Johnathon. “But eventually she spilled some beans about all the pleasure you gave her.”

“And she told you where I lived?” Johnathon asked as he stepped into the room trying his hardest not to wince at the smell of her overpowering perfume.

“Not exactly. But you weren’t that hard to track down.” She smirked again.

“Right... anyway... I don’t think I caught a name?”

“Is it that important?”

“Well, perhaps not to most. But for those who wish to delve into true pleasure then yes, it is,” Johnathon said as he placed some sticks in the fireplace.

“You only had to say yes. My name is Marly.” She rolled her eyes at Johnathon. He continued to stoke fill the fireplace before throwing in a match and helping the kindling spark.

“Sooooo are we going to get started anytime soon?” Marly said tapping her foot.

“Who’s to say we haven’t started already?” Johnathon said as he stood up slowly and turned around.

“Well, I don’t feel any different. So I’d say we haven’t.”

Johnathon chuckled lightly. “You’re lucky Trish was so kind last night. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t be tolerating your attitude right now, let alone you barging into my home considering I don’t know you.”

“Oh please. Like you would give up the chance to fuck someone,” Marly said. She rolled her eyes, looked towards Johnathon and winked. Johnathon didn’t flinch. He could feel a fire in his stomach beginning to burn.

“Considering you’ve known me for all of five minutes that doesn’t seem like a fair judgement.”

“Well, you fucked Trish didn’t you? I don’t know anyone who would fuck her in their right mind.” Marly shrugged.

Johnathon paced back and forth. Mulling over her words in her mind. Unnecessarily cruel. Indicative of her own shortcomings? Perhaps.

“You do realise I didn’t fuck Trish… right?” He turned to look at her.

“Of course you did. How else would you have made her cum?” She smiled devilishly.

“Uh huh. So you came here tonight, to get fucked?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?” she winked and reached up to undo a button on her top. The collar peeled away slightly revealing a slightly deeper cleft in her breasts than what was originally visible. Johnathon’s eyes darted towards the newly revealed skin for a brief second.

“You like?” Marly said as she coyly bit her lip.

“Of course I do. And you like showing it off don’t you?”

“I mean. Sure.”

“So now you go shy? Interesting.” Johnathon returned to striding around the room.

“Huh?” Marly followed him with her eyes.

“Well, you obviously chose your outfit for appeal. And your makeup and perfume. You came here to be alluring. You’ve exuded an aura of confidence even if that involved putting Trish down. You chose to try and tease me. You were premeditating what you wanted and how to get it. You expected to illicit certain responses; Certain reactions. Yet, when those aren’t given you get a little lost, because you don’t have control anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” Marly’s alluring smile and tone faltered briefly.

“I’m talking about you Marly. I’ve upset your plan. So what are you going to do now?”

Marly’s cheeks went red. She stood up and walked over to Johnathon; Swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner as she did. “Well, I’m gonna come over and shut you up so you don’t interrupt anymore.” She ran her hand along his chest and pouted as she looked up at him.

Johnathon simply pressed a finger to her lips and pushed her back down. Her eyes went from those of lustful and controlling, to confused and lost as though she’d never been rebutted before. “I think you’ll find I’m not interrupting anything. I am giving you everything you want.”

Marly’s knees buckled lightly. Johnathon smiled down at her.

“Now go sit back down.”

Marly turned and walked back to the couch sitting down. As she did, she shook her head as though waking from a stupor and looked back at Johnathon.

“Good girl,” he said softly, but with raw power exuding from each word.

Marly shivered again. She felt a bead of sweat drip down her forehead and trickle along her cheek like rain on a window pane.

“It took a second to figure you out Marly my dear. Barging in here, belittling your friend. I was beginning to think you were a rather shitty person. But that didn’t seem right. It didn’t add up that Trish was your friend. But then your reaction to me enjoying your sexual provocation. You were expecting me to be shy, to let you have control of the situation. But I’m not like that and it isn’t what you really wanted. Even if it is what you tell yourself you want.“

He strode along in front of Marly who kept her eyes on him. She wasn’t sure why though.

“It’s okay if you don’t understand why you’re stuck to me like glue. You don’t need to understand it. You don’t need to think about it.”

“Yea. No need to think about it. He was right… Huh?” Marly’s eyes widened as the thought crossed her mind, but as quickly as it did, it was gone again as Johnathon continue to talk in a soft and subdued voice. She found it hard to focus on what he was saying. She found it hard to focus on anything. That was until he mentioned something about her cunt being soaked. Marly hated the word. She hated the connotation. But as the word ran across her mind, she felt the pool between her legs. The liquid that now dripped and caressed her inner thighs. “Oh fuck” she thought.

Her mind snapped back to reality. She blinked. She felt the fire simmering softly between her legs. Her cheeks flared red. She could feel the cool air along her arms and chest as her skin prickled with goosebumps. ”Strange” she thought. She looked down and noticed her bare chest. She felt her cheeks flush even redder as she brought her arms across her breasts to cover them.

Johnathon watched with a smirk on his face. Marly’s cheeks went from beet red to a cherry tomato red as she noticed her now bare upper body. Her mouth moved as though she was trying to speak but not a whisper escaped the chasm that was now her mind. Johnathon couldn’t help but smirk at her. She had come in with such fire, such attitude.

“Don’t worry Marly my dear. This is what you wanted. As though a switch flicked in her mind, her arms dropped to her side.

“Yes Sir. What I wanted,” Marly said monotonously. She stared ahead at nothing in particular. She could see Johnathon approaching but didn’t react. She felt the soft touch of his fingers along the bottom of her chin. She felt her cunt spark with joy. She shivered. ”Did she really just call it her cunt?” she felt a wave of pleasure soothe her mind as she thought of the word. “Yea, what I want.” Her mouth moved into a small smile.

Johnathon saw the slight movement. The bliss that enveloped Marly’s mind. The bliss she wanted to feel. The bliss she craved. Johnathon had simply taken away her insecurities. Her fear of being vulnerable. And now new possibilities flowed through her mind; An endless loop of idea into bliss.

Marly felt released. She felt weightless. Floating. Whenever she tried to think of some reason to resist or wake up, she found there wasn’t one. It was okay to release. Vulnerable was good. Obedience was easy. The more she gave in the better it felt. The more her cunt yearned to let more go. So she did. She could feel the control dripping out of her. Leaking away. She didn’t want it anyway.

Johnathon watched as Marly’s smile widened. Her posture relaxed as she slumped back into the couch. He could feel his cock start to throb. His hand softly adjusted his pants as he looked down on Marly who was completely unaware of his presence. Her face a mix of pleasure and emptiness. It almost felt rude to bring her out of the state. Almost.

“Marly. It’s service time,” he said softly.

“Yes Sir!” Marly responded. Her voice oozed a desperation, a need. Her eyes flashed hungrily as her body almost jumped up. Almost as quickly as she got to her feet, she fell to her knees in front of Johnathon. “Please Sir, please let me serve you. Please use me. Please,” she pleaded her voice whimpering and wavering in desire. “I want to be under you, I want to pleasure you, I...” her voice trailed off as Johnathon put his finger to his lips. She continued to bounce slightly looking like she wanted to talk but couldn’t make her mouth move.

“You may suck my cock.”

Like an uncaged animal Marly leapt forward. She ferociously grappled with Johnathon’s zipper and when she finally managed to get his pants and underwear down, her eyes lit up like the lights in Vegas. She instantly slid her lips over the head and all the way down his shaft. She audibly moaned as whatever little cognition she had left evaporated. Her eyes stared ahead and her body rhythmically shifted forwards and backwards. Drool dripped and flicked from her mouth on to the ground as she sucked. That wasn’t the only puddle forming however, as her cunt leaked and dripped through her pants soaking the ground below.

Johnathon admired her work. Though it wasn’t particularly skillful and lacked a certain finesse he enjoyed with more regular participants, and considering it was her first time, he couldn’t fault her on her dedication to the craft. He was pleased to see her throwing her whole self into it. He was used to perhaps some hesitation and uncertainty from first timers, but it seemed as though Marly had been desiring a treatment like this deep down.

Marly didn’t care that her cunt was leaking. All she wanted was to please Sir, to serve Sir, to obey Sir. That’s all that went through her mind. Please Sir, serve Sir, obey Sir. All she wanted, all she needed. Her pleasure wasn’t important. Only Sir’s mattered. She could barely register the distinct feeling of his cock in her mouth. All she knew was she existed to suck. She existed to serve. Though she couldn’t smile properly, she could feel the joy in her mind from being used like this.

Johnathon was enjoying, but he wasn’t finished yet. “It’s time to give me your cunt,” he said.

“Mmyes Sir,” Marly mumbled as her mouth left his cock. She turned around and bent down on all fours. Her ass swayed slowly back and forth as her cunt dripped onto the floor. Johnathon smiled as he grabbed a hold of her waist and slowly slid his cock in. He could feel the wetness instantly as her cunt seemed to grip at his cock. He slowly began to thrust.

Marly couldn’t control her moans as she felt Johnathon’s cock inside her. She was in heaven. She could feel herself leaking and dripping everywhere as her mind erupted with bliss and pleasure. She could feel her body moving with the thrusts. Serving. “Please. Use me.” she whimpered. “Please. Please. Please.” The more she admitted it, the better it felt. The more she melted. The more she knew she belonged. Right where she was. Serving. Pleasing. A toy being used. Her mouth hung open. Nothing in her mind. Just serve. Obey. Submit.

Her body rocked back and forth. Johnathon could see the drool sliding out her mouth as she moaned with each thrust. He knew he was getting close. He could see Marly rhythmically moving her body with his. Unthinking, uncaring. A toy, a puppet. That’s all she needed to be, to be free.

Marly felt it inside her. She felt the ejaculation push into her pussy. She moaned. But she didn’t cum. She didn’t have permission. She had to wait. She could feel the warmth inside her. She could feel her own pleasure and desire growing and pulsing throughout her body. She felt Johnathon lean in close to her ear. He snapped his fingers and whispered.

“Cum.”

Her arms and legs gave out. She fell to the ground and writhed in pleasure. Her mind was empty as all the bliss rocketed throughout her. Her cunt tingled with raw excitement as she felt herself drip all over the floor. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed on the ground taking deep breaths lost in her own mind, but as the pleasure subsided she knew it was time to leave. She stood up and gathered her things. As she shut the apartment door behind her, her mind seemed to click back into gear. Though she couldn’t remember why she was there. She was also kind of confused as to why her thighs felt so wet and why her panties seemed to be missing.

She shook her head clear and headed home.