Erotica Mind Control Novels & Stories

Over, and over, and over, and over. My legs began to shake as my skin turned to fire and the pleasure that mixed with the conflicted guilt became so intense that I could no longer think straight. Angelo was silent, save for his silent pants and the occasional grunt whenever he would feel my cunt tighten around his cock. Other than that, he was wordless, and that's how I knew that he was beginning to fall into that same cloudy sex-daze that I was.

"Kate, we need to go to my room. I've got condoms there, if it's not already too fucking late." She trembled, her scientific mind knew he was right. Knew too that the drug cocktail she had taken for this experiment in controlling the mind was intended instead for another purpose. To induce hyper fertility in women, primarily to harvest their eggs for in vitro fertilization. The chance of her getting pregnant was not just high, they were astronomical. Damned near two-hundred percent. Or three-hundred. Multiple fetuses were a likely outcome.

“It’s rare to see him exert such control when he’s aroused. But I suppose it was easier to control because the heat cycle is incomplete.” The pieces started coming together. The petals, incense, the king walking in, lady Seraphine… My eyes widened as the images of me losing control became clearer. My cheeks burned. Oh goddess! What did I just do? What the hell was I even thinking? I should have left that damn room the moment I realized what that incense was. To think I was still forcing myself on him when his body was fighting the aphrodisiac. I face-palmed, wanting to melt into the ground. He must really hate me now.

I became acutely conscious of her presence in a way I had never been with anyone else, aware of the way my pulse quickened when she passed my desk, the way my breath caught in anticipation of meetings where she would be near… the way my thighs clenched together under my desk just thinking about sliding a thick dildo between hers while she stayed perfectly composed for the rest of the team. The first evening we found ourselves working late together was when the illusion of control finally shattered. She had offered to help me finalize a report, and I had agreed, knowing it would be a long, quiet night in the empty office, far from the prying eyes of colleagues. When she arrived, carrying noth

"Are you seriously reading my mind again?" “I’m not doing anything,” I said evenly. “You’re the one thinking too loud.” His jaw tightened. "I hate having a mind reader around." “Yeah,” I said softly, turning away. “You’ve been pretty consistent about that.”

Maybe they are more interconnected than I think. But the bond is a powerful thing. It pulls you. I can know if she’s in a room without looking. I can know if she’s upset, or happy, or sad, or horny, without the need to ask, or look at her face. Every touch is like silk, and sex, and MDMA, all wrapped into one. I’m pretty sure erectile dysfunction can’t occur to mates. There’s something primal, that bypasses all your thoughts and goes straight into your spine. It’s both conscious and subconscious. And it’s so delicious that you don’t want to fight it, just indulge. It makes everything simpler.

Damn! Then I felt her tits teased my lips. She was hovering above my body, carefully trying not to touch my bruises. "Lick me, baby...mmm, you're good at this. Suck me, harder now.." She was moaning my name. I never thought being controlled could be so damn arousing. I was about to come, I was clenching my jaw trying to hold myself. "Mistress...I can't hold it any longer. Please....please let me come."

Why can’t I get a grip over myself? His hand slowly falls on my right arm. My eyes lighten up brightly immediately. I turn slightly and look at it quickly. He uses his other hand and drags my face slowly back to his stare. His hands are slowly climbing downwards. I try to keep my eyes open but I can’t. My eyes are weak and they are opening and closing as though I am having an orgasm. His fingers continue decresending and tottering slowly. My eyes finally close up as his other hand falls on my cheeks. I am sure this is some form of witchcraft because I can't control myself or break out from the ice.

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