Erotic Stories Mind Control Novels & Stories

I never held back when she took control and by the entire crime family, I was not going to hold back with whatever game she wanted to play with me. “We should be in someone's erotic story,” she muttered under her breath, but loud enough that I heard it. My hands found its way to her butt, I grabbed it, my veins visible on my skin. “Of course. We have such an interesting story!”

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

"But first of all, I have something very shocking you need to know!" "What's that?" I inquired. "Dude, I had Diana come over to my place last night," he began. But I had to interrupt all of a sudden. "For what?" I asked. "Man, I had to stretch my bones. I hate that girl, but not her booty," he confessed. "It's not my first time with her, though." "Hmm... Go ahead," I said. "So we were about to start it and she had this kind of attitude I couldn't sit with. So I tried mind-controlling her, but it failed. This morning, the same mind-control failed to work on some wolves while it worked on others," he reported.

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.

No matter how I had I tried to ignore it, I couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling that had been lurking at the back of my mind. I picked up the remote control and turned on the television, videos of our intense sex session replaying on the screens. It was so unbelievably erotic I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen for a while. Her naked body bound and restrained for me to whatever I pleased, her breathy moans, the way her pussy opened up and dripped for me, the eagerness in her eyes and her innate desire to please. I may have prided myself as the dominant in that room, but in that short while, she has had more control over me than anyone has ever had. Fuck, I was already hard

"When you are done reading the statement, you will turn off the transmitter and give it back to me. You will not remember it. You will start the car not realizing any time has passed." She takes the paper where I've written, "You will have complete control over your erections. You will be able to make your cock hard or soft instantly, just by thinking about it, recovering immediately after a climax if you wish. You will be able to withhold your climax for as long as you want, attain any level of arousal you want, and have amazingly satisfying orgasms every time you climax." I push the button and Maggie reaches for the transmitter. The next thing I know she's starting the car.

"One: don't make eye contact with anyone you don't know. It doesn't take long for the incantation that will open others' minds to settle in, especially if they're familiar with your scent." My eyebrows furrowed. "Open others' minds?" Luca repeated. "It's mind control basically," she admitted. "We don't like to call it that because the whole point isn't to exercise control. It's to aid us in helping others work through various traumas, allowing us to see their thoughts. But there are those that use this incantation to peel back the mind and distort reality. It can be very dangerous." "And all it takes is making eye contact with someone?" I asked.

“What are you talking about?” I exhale, steadying myself, and say slowly, “One thing I found, one detail that came up in every myth, every legend about Lycans, is that they can control minds. Subtly. Completely. Without the victim ever realizing it’s happening.” His expression shifts instantly. First confusion, then surprise. And finally, a slow, creeping horror bleeds into his face like ink in water. His mouth parts slightly, and he blinks at me as if seeing something terrible unravel just beneath the surface of everything he thought he understood.

And as I delved into the realm of mind control, I found not a curse, but a path to understanding, to mastering the extraordinary within. My journey into mastering mind control was a challenging odyssey that tested the limits of abilities. The very notion of manipulating the thoughts of others both fascinated and terrified me. Del, who had now become a trusted friend, bravely volunteered to be my initial subject, standing by my side as I attempted to unlock the full potential of my powers.

The moment it touched my tongue, a sizzling, electric energy rushed through my body, it was bizarre, addictive, and strangely nice. My mind immediately flooded with filthy images: Dax bending me over the balcony outside, knotting me while the entire pack listened; him waking me every night with that long wolf tongue buried deep inside me; me riding him on the floating platforms while moonlight bathed our bodies. I shook my head hard, splashing water on my face. Nope. No. Bad horny brain. You are not turning into a complete slut for my father-in-law. But how the hell was I supposed to control it when we were living under the same roof with no one to interfere?