Erotic Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

’ I keep groaning in my head. My hands grip the seat. Heaven knows it takes great effort not to scream. I’m sweating, panting, and trying to put my shit together… But when I take a wrong turn, glancing at what I should have only seen in my wild imagination, my self-control shatters. More than the dirty outline of his big white cock, the pink, smooth cap with the tip leaking precum, has me praying to every god I know… But none comes to my rescue.

That hit hard. "Okay... You won that round. Second, truth or dare?" I sent. "Truth. But you better make it hurt." "What's your biggest kink? "Mental control. Getting someone to cum with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel, exactly what I'm doing with you." My lips parted. My nipples were stiff beneath my shirt already.

Although he wishes to do that himself. I writhe, one eye twitching as the feeling becomes uncontrollable. A small tear peeps past my lash line, blurring anything and everything in my vision. I clutch the table, my knuckles turning white to prove how hard I held on for dear life. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough.. As pleasure supersedes any sense of control, erotic images begin flooding my mind. It doesn’t surprise me that the first person that comes to my head is Luca.

I said. He was silent for a while. "Do you know, recently, I've hooked up with three different girls at different intervals. But do you know what happens? Normally, whenever I'm having sex, I'm always in control; there is no questioning that... But when I was fucking them, there was a thought I me that I can't even remove from my mind, and it was... I wanted them to torture me, tie me up, tease me, humiliate me, play with me until they are satisfied before telling me how to fuck them and when to stop..." his body was shaking slightly and I saw his bulge Harding inside his boxer ever so fast as he speaks and my eyes widened when I heard him. "I want girls to dominate me instead of taking cont

A drop of blood hit the floor. He froze, stunned. “Try again,” I said quietly. He rubbed his cheek slowly, almost thoughtfully. Then he started laughing. A low, trembling, unhinged laugh that made every part of me go cold. “Oh, you want a confession?” he said. “You really want to hear it from my mouth?” My pulse hammered in my ears. “Say it,” I whispered. Ethan spread his arms. “Fine. Yes. I fucked you. Yes, I controlled your mind. I made you think you wanted me. Yes I made you fucking beg for it.”

"I get it… You're saying he can no longer tell what he's actually saying! Even though he called me an idiot, he might actually be saying I'm mighty and unyielding, absolutely domineering, right?" Eric did not want to respond. Meanwhile, Andrew rolled his eyes silently. He thought the bastard was quite a narcissist. "You're an idiot!" He opened his mouth and cursed again. This time, Henry was unfazed and laughed. "See, he's saying I'm absolutely domineering again! Very good! Keep increasing the hypnosis. I want complete control over his mind! Once this little punk is under my control, he'll be like a sharp blade in my hands!" Eric replied calmly, "Tomorrow, you can take him out for a test run

“When Oakley and I returned to Halian, we met with Sylvia. We wanted to understand how Jack had controlled us—whether it would continue to affect us. She told us that all mind-control stems from obsession. Even the strongest wizards can’t control someone without exploiting their deepest, most suppressed desires.” Jack had said something similar in the garden at House Fox—that he hadn’t controlled them, only given them what they truly wanted. Aiden’s voice grew taut. “When Jack forced me to take the King from you, my mind wasn’t blank. It was filled with one thought: if I succeeded, if the King was gone... maybe you would be mine.” His breath hitched. “I imagined what it would be like to have

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

He was controlling my thoughts, manipulating them, wanting to make me so angry that I would let Solar free to attack the disgusting creatures I was watching. 'Admit it, little wolf. Admit that you want to join in. You want those men to hold you down and ram their hard cocks into you. Look how hard your nipples are, feel how wet your sweet little pussy is. It's okay to want that little wolf, but they cannot touch you because you belong to me, and it is my cock that will be violating your tight little pussy soon enough.'

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.