Erotic Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

But that was clearly not going to work. “Anyways, I was as happy as any man who had just found his mate would be. There was nothing she would ask of me I would not do. The way I felt around her was different, oddly different. I felt compelled. Sometimes I find myself unable to think before doing anything she would ask of me. at first I thought I was in love, but now that I think back at it, I think I was possessed.” My brows furrowed at his words. My memory travels back to Sorava showing me visions of the past. Could mind control be a part of her powers too?

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, nipples rock-hard, thighs quivering, as the spirit rode her like a storm. While destroying Tariro, he reached over and shoved three thick, blood-and-herb-slick fingers into Nyasha’s tight cunt, stretching her. Nyasha’s possession came faster — her body jerked wildly, eyes fluttering white, back arching so hard the ropes creaked. She entered full trance, moaning in the voice of a long-dead queen while her juices gushed around his fingers in hot, pulsing waves, her hips bucking uncontrollably as the spirit took control.

He’d downplayed Ethan’s sex with me, claiming that I was clearly familiar with sex since I responded so readily almost as soon as he went down on me. When I wailed with mortification, Cindy tried to make me feel better by reminding me that the venom placed inside of my womb also got into my bloodstream and acted like an aphrodisiac/hallucinogenic. Combine that with the use of mind control, and the viewers were provided with a class “A” porn flick. “If it makes you feel any better, Ethan was sincere when he said how much he loved having sex with you,” Cindy said as she grasped for something to say to ease my mortification. “All he talked about was how good you tasted. It was weird.”

I don’t remember being to a spa lately. As the grogginess fades and clarity returns, memories of our escapades flood my mind. Color rises to my cheeks when I remember how I had begged the men to please me. I remember yelling at them to fuck me already, and boy, they did. They fucked me good. Every part of me got the attention of their loving hands, their supple lips, and their delicious cocks. I have never had such incredible sex in all my years of being sexually active. Thinking about it alone is enough to make my opening tingle.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” The words sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I wasn’t used to this—being told exactly what to do and paid to surrender control bit by bit. Usually I held all the power on my streams. But here, with Vee’s generous gifts rolling in steadily and his calm commands guiding every move, the power felt… shifted. Darker. More dangerous. I pinched my nipple harder with my free hand, rolling the tight bud until a gasp tore from my throat. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, voice breathy, trying to reclaim some dominance. “Paying all this just to watch me fuck myself for you?”

I miss the Linda who would let me tie her up, who would beg me to spank her, who would do filthy, degrading things just to please me. So, I've resorted to more drastic measures. I've been secretly reading erotic stories online, watching kinky videos, trying to spark some inspiration. And that's when I stumbled upon the idea of consensual non-consent. The thought of Linda fighting me, struggling against my advances, only to give in and beg for more... it made my cock twitch with anticipation.

“Very nice and clean today, Eva. Not like the last time when you were lazy. Do you still want me to touch you there?” I groaned assent. It was then he planted a slap on my tender flesh. I stiffened from the shock, but the sting was immediately followed by a wave of hot pleasure. He spanked my vulva again. This time I sighed and opened my legs wider. “You are a wicked girl,” he announced coolly. “You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

, Jasmine panted in my head and I agreed with her. Just when my fingers were getting cramped and I thought I was going to need him to finish me up, his voice rang across our mindlink again. “You started it, you should finish it up”, he said. “Thrust inside that pussy like you mean it, baby. I want to watch you come undone for me”. At his words, I melted and fingered myself harder. He sent images of what he'd do to my body through our mindlink and that was when I lost control.

He needed to be freed, and Veronica was the only one who could do so. Veronica walked up to Derrick, looked him directly in the eyes, and instructed him to fuck her. She demanded it. He was like a weak puppy, and Veronica was a strong master. She lied on her back, spread out her legs, and there it was. Derrick swears her pussy had an electro-magnetic force coming from it. He felt so attracted to it. It was like he lost control and his cock directed himself to insert itself into her pussy. Her sweet, wet, tight pussy. It hugged his cock. Derrick felt Veronica’s energy. Derrick grabbed Veronica’s thick hips and pulled himself in and out of her. He moved his hips in a circular motion and went s