Erotic Stories Mind Control Novels & Stories

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

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.

Essence's POV: continued “Oh fuck! Shit I’m about to cum already. What the hell you doing to me, shit I'm cumming! Uuuhhh fuck I'm cumming!” Syncere said as he watched me drain him making his knees buckle. I loved seeing him trying to control his orgasms with me. I would tell him the secret is, you can only hold your orgasm when you're only physically attracted to someone, but when you have someone who can stimulate your body and mind along with the visuals all done simultaneously, those orgasms are more uncontrollable and more intense.

She was shaking harder. "It's our secret." "Of course, he's seen you with a lot of slave girls today. Do you think he cares?" "I don't know." "If you take over as his dominant, he'll never have sex with anyone you don't want him to have sex with. You'll control him. You've seen how well behaved he is, how he gets an erection on command and cums when you want. He could be yours to control," I whispered. I touched the tops of her nipples and Regina orgasmed, shuddering strongly. I left the vibrator on. We still had a several seconds to go, maybe half a minute.

“More than sound like what?” “Like influence,” I say. “Like pressure. Like dreams that are not yours. Like thoughts that slide in sideways and feel like your own until you realize you’re standing somewhere you never meant to go.” Her mouth tightens, and I see her wolf behind her eyes, pacing. “You’re saying this thing can control them,” she says, voice flat, and that flatness is a warning. “It can,” I say. “Not forever. Not without a stronger source. But it can nudge. It can seed. It can keep a connection open until they want to use it for something bigger.”

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