Erotic Stories Mind Control Novels & Stories

The word slipped out, a pathetic protest. His physical voice answered, cold and logical. “Control, Leila. Ultimate control. I can talk to you anytime. Give you orders. Tell you what to do, what to wear, how to act… and no one will ever know. Your mother could be in the same room, and I could be telling you to get yourself wet for me, and you’d have to stand there and pretend nothing is happening.” The horror of it was absolute. It was a violation deeper than any physical act. He was invading her mind, her last private space.

The best I can figure is that it's something to do with the subconscious; planting some sort of seed in the back of my mind which this complete mess could grow from. It's like all that stuff the government did way back in the fifties and sixties. MK Ultra, I think it was called. They messed with people, deprived them of sleep, gave them all sorts of drugs, and made them watch crazy stuff, all to try and figure out how to control someone's mind. I read some stuff about that project, and it pretty much sounds like the same thing that was done to me, though in a lot less time. Maybe because she wasn't trying to control me, just open me up.

The impacts stung deliciously, turning her skin hot and sensitive. Up front, the dark-haired mouth-fucker held her head firmly in both hands now, his fingers tangled in her messy hair. He face-fucked her without restraint, long strokes that buried him in her throat, holding deep until she gagged and her eyes watered. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with drool and pre-cum, smudging her glasses further until the world blurred, but she loved it, the loss of control, the way they used her, and the overwhelming fullness in every hole.

I threw back at him. “No!” he spun around, his expression conflicted. “Erina, you don’t understand. Sabelle… she has a hold on me. Like a spell or something. She’s like a fucking succubus.” He drove his hands through his hair. “She gets in my head, and I have no control over it.” “A succubus? I don’t know what that is.” I sniffed. “Don’t make excuses. I find it hard to believe you of all people let anyone control you.”

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad

" I am sorry for doubting you earlier...I will never...do it again Sir. Please...just make it stop... please!" Relief floods her insides when he nods. Moving forward, his hand caresses her cheek. And it only acts as a catalyst to her state. Another jolt of arousal hit her, and she flinches, pressing her legs more tightly as her mind clouds with the dirty thoughts of him fuc*ing her. These thoughts weren't even her own, it's like this potion was controlling her mind and imagination. He retired his finger, loving the way her body reacted to his touch.

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 instincts will fight her reason. Her body will betray her. And it’s all… deliberate. Someone designed this to strip her down, to take everything she has and twist it into chaos.” I swallowed, hands cold and shaking. “Physical changes too,” he said quietly. “Temporary, yes—but intense. Her body… her most private self… will react in ways you can’t imagine. All to break restraint, to weaken her.” “Why?” I whispered. “Why would someone do this?” “Because control is pleasure,” he said. “Some people don’t want obedience—they want surrender. Total surrender. Mental, physical, everything. And they enjoy watching it happen.” I clenched my fists. “The doctor who sedated her… will that help at all

“So, is that how you keep the reserve free of vermin?” “Sort of.” “Do you kill them?” “Only those who are out of control. Most of the time, I use a form of mind control to convince them to leave and not come back.” I thought about the control Ethan had on my mind and shuddered. “I don’t do it to force sex from someone. I would never do that.” He grinned mischievously. “If I did, I can promise you that you’d never be able to fight me.”

It was the taste of their prior coupling, the taste of her own submission. She established a rhythm, her head bobbing in the confined space, one hand wrapped around his base. The scrape of her teeth was accidental, making him hiss, and the sound—a break in his control—sent a jolt of dark power through her fear. She could do that to him. She focused on the physicality of it, the slick friction of her mouth, the way his girth stretched her lips, the heavy weight on her tongue. Her own arousal was a damp, aching throb, untouched and desperate.