Erotic Stories Mind Control Novels & Stories

It's clear that I can't share a room with Erica, knowing she will insist on repeating our previous sexcapade. Last night, we nearly lost control of our emotions and came close, very close, to doing something irreversible. We were quite near to that point. It was entirely thanks to Tax who rescued us, encouraging me to maintain control over the situation while also keeping his own desires in check since he too yearned for Era. Erica had entwined her naked body around mine, her lips and hands all over my skin were utterly mesmerizing. When she took my hard cock into her heavenly mouth, leading me towards an incredible climax, I had to seek strength from the Moon Goddess just to resist taking w

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

“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

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.

My mind was foggy and my thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult for me to form a coherent response. "Don't worry about her," she said, squeezing my left hand on her nipple. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I felt like I was trapped in my own body, unable to defend myself or explain what had happened. Erika's touch seemed to have a hypnotic effect on me. I couldn't look away from her, as if her gaze had me under a spell. She seemed to be in control of the situation, while I was powerless to do anything but sit there, frozen.

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.

“You know damn well what is up. This whole thing isn’t real, is it? Megan was looking for a way to escape. When Eric began to laugh low and slow, she knew that something was about to happen. “Damn, I almost had you, but you had to be a smart ass. You always had to be right, and now I have you right where I want you. See, this your dream and I control it. Oh, best of all, I control you.” Eric waved his hand and sent Megan flying across the room. He didn’t leave Megan any chance to clear her head. He had her floating in the air before she had even opened her eyes. “Wake up bitch.” Eric cocked his head while he seemed to stare at her for a second. He could see a small reason why a human would

Trigger Warning ⚠ This story contains mature themes including violence, coercion, psychological manipulation, and obsessive relationships. Reader discretion advised. ⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ For the one I would have burned the city to find. ⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ “Control is a kind of worship. The moment I touched her, I believed in God.” ⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆

A walking dream, a touch and go of deja vu followed by blast of stolen memories to prove the dream right. He could as easily draw them in his web, make them believe they were doing things of their own free will. It worked for a short while. Another reason why he needed the brimstones. They empowered Telesthesia. Any foolish attempts at caling it mind-control were at best gullible, at worst a false negative. He can't control minds, he could simply plant suggestions in them. And that was enough, for now.

I walked out into the evening with his cum trapped inside me by the plug, the collar tight around my neck, my body still shaking from the forced orgasm, and my mind completely gone. I was no longer just blackmailed. I was under total cock control. My body, my orgasms, my schedule, even my thoughts now belonged to Nico Moretti. And as I felt another thick drop of his cum try to leak out around the plug, I realized something terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to control me even more.