Erotic Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I had imagined it like a movie in my head where I was the director of every scene and every cast and I at least had some semblance of control over what this man did and how it made me feel. Not here, however. None of those sleepless fantasy nights prepared me for this actual moment. With my hand still subconsciously stroking Lucas's erection, I stared… no, gawked at Adrian in all of his glory. The man that was going to be the death of me. His lips curled up in a satisfied smirk. “You like what you see?” My head moved at its own will, nodding vigorously. Adrian closed the distance between us, his strides intentionally stealing my breath away. “Why don't you,” his hand wrapped gently around my

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

He controlled my throat, his cock a relentless force that plunged deep within me. He finally relinquished his hold, and I took it a step further, my finger exploring his forbidden cavern. The sensation sent a rush through him, his juices erupting in a torrent that showered my chest. I pulled him from my throat, allowing him to release his love upon me. "I didn't want to let go so soon," he said, his voice husky with desire, his hand holding my hair tightly. "That's what you get for using mind control on me," I said, a smile playing on my lips, his love staining my face.

"But first of all, I have something very shocking you need to know!" "What's that?" I inquired. "Dude, I had Diana come over to my place last night," he began. But I had to interrupt all of a sudden. "For what?" I asked. "Man, I had to stretch my bones. I hate that girl, but not her booty," he confessed. "It's not my first time with her, though." "Hmm... Go ahead," I said. "So we were about to start it and she had this kind of attitude I couldn't sit with. So I tried mind-controlling her, but it failed. This morning, the same mind-control failed to work on some wolves while it worked on others," he reported.

He wanted her on their side, not because he had some sort of control over her, but because she had chosen to be. “The drugs that are going global are going to be mixed with the Erok, a chemical, that causes a person to experience extreme high levels of mental pain. Once they are exposed, they will lose all sense of making decisions on their own, leaving them like mindless puppets. Ready to accept my commands at any second, ready to be the perfect doll.” The explanation left Ivory speechless. “Your mother…is she in on this too?” She managed to asked. Lucien gave her a simple nod and she busted out laughing.

Sliding down the white pole she landed seated on the crumbled dirty curb. “What happened to me?” She said trying to suppress the wave of tears that wanted to break free. He sighed and cast his eyes to the floor. “You were put under a mind control technique, all vamp…” He looked at her to find she was staring at him bewildered “Mind control!?” She cried, and looked at him accusingly He nodded “What the bloody hell even is that place!?” “A nightclub” he replied flatly “You know what I mean” She said sounding pissed off