Erotica Mind Control Novels & Stories

I really want to think with my mind, but my dick is so hard and extremely erect without control it is slowly taking control of my motor skills. "Flora," I find myself whispering with a shivering voice against her breasts as she accidentally traces her fingers against my back, bringing them down and squeezing against my butt. "I want you once again, please," she whispers, slowly sliding her hands down towards my dick between her legs. She doesn't give me the chance to think as she squeezes me tightly and begins to massage me slowly once again. That particular attitude of hers that she always resorts to never fails to make me lose control of myself. And fucking God, she is so good at it; it ju

"Okay, there are maybe three of our kind in the world right now who can affect waking minds. There's an Israeli woman who spent thirty years in Mossad. If she concentrates so hard her ears bleed she can make a single person kind of forget she's in a room. She has to stand stock still and she can't have any attention drawn to her or she's fucked. You changed your mother's perceptions of a scene that most have really shocked her so that she couldn't see any of us and didn't remember the event. "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 pan

he roared once more after the unseen force doubled in might. The sickly man found himself kissing the rubbles below as he was totally incapacitated in a faced down spread-eagled position. His shouts were now finally muffled by the debris that was presented at his gaping mouth. “Is there a way to silence him, Madame Ais? But I don’t want him to die. I just want for him to allow us to enter the sect and perhaps let us become Prime disciples he said earlier.” Maru asked the system. “Affirmative, Maru. The system has a mind control drug that could subdue any being below a level 10 cultivator.” Madame Ais answered.

My mind was enticed by the pleasure and I slowly started to give in, to go under beneath the intensity of his feelings. "Oh no you don't stay with me, feel me." I have to do something about this hold he has on me, it's dangerous. How was he reading my mind so easily? How was he able to control my body so effortlessly? "You're thinking again." He pulled my legs high over his shoulders and every thought left my head this time when he slammed into me harder, faster, deeper. This time I was ready for the power of the orgasm, for the way it took me over. When his teeth bit into my nipple I fainted.

But her mind kept drifting to the postponed deposition, to the medication she’d agreed to take, to Charlotte’s worried face asking if she was okay. “You’re not here,” Damien said, pulling back. “You’re in your head.” “I’m sorry. I can’t turn it off. Everything just keeps cycling” “Then we try something different.” He shifted, positioning her on top. “You control this. You set the pace. Stop thinking about anything except what feels good.” The change in dynamic helped. Having control, being active rather than passive, gave her something to focus on besides spiraling thoughts. She moved slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as physical sensation finally overwhelmed mental noise.

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.

Irina is leaning back on the seat, her hands resting on her stomach as she stared out into the trees. “Did you just say what I think you did?” She doesn’t look at me, “I hate the mind control, its always right there on the edge, teasing me, testing me, wanting me to use it, to see how far I could push people. If they all die, there will be no need for me to even consider using it.” Her shoulders sink as she sighs. She hadn’t ever really talked about it. “Is it really that bad?” “Uh huh” she starts biting her nails “I can’t use it on you!”

“Jack, I’m fucking going mad!” “Control it baby yet,” I was lifted off the desk, my bum cheeks gripped, my hands thrown around his neck as he eased back and smashed into me, delirium was a potent drug and I was reeling quicker than my brain could handle. He was driving deep into me, and fast with laboured breaths. How long was he going to craze me?

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.