Erotica Mind Control Novels & Stories

“Clo that’s a bit much, don’t you think? I mean…I can control my body.” “You think it’s funny don’t you?” she said, offended. “You’re laughing. You think it’s funny that sex can actually end up controlling you, why don’t you wait until you start seeing it happen then. Hmm? Let’s wait until it clouds your mind, until your pens, pencils starts bending like dicks in your eyes, your tables good enough for sex! Let’s wait until the workers around you start looking all appetizing and sexy in your eyes. Wait until you start actually imagining them doing crazy stuff to you, your ass getting spanked on that glass desk of yours, or even worse in that new Seraph section we’re working on right in Oxyge

The two men shared a nod and returned to Stella. They sat down on either side of her, boxing her in. Stella felt a change in the atmosphere, the air charged with sexual tension. At this point, she was so horny, she'd even fuck Uncle George just to get off. "Hypnosis can erase the pain of finding out that Richard fucked your mom. Is that something you would be interested in? It should stop the masturbation and self destructive behaviour too. Would you like to give it a go?" George explained, taking a pendant out of his pocket to prepare.

"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.

But she just didn’t trust men anymore. She talked a good game, at least to Rhonda, making suggestive remarks, commenting on men; as if she were a tiger on the prowl, and those men were prey. But it was all a front. She was scared to death to think about dating again ... about exposing herself to a man’s control ... and wrath. She had purchased what she called her “perfect man”, a seven inch dildo that only Rhonda knew she owned. She had used it for over five years, but lately, it had lost some of its appeal.

He moaned, his teeth still in me, and his member twitched inside me as he spilled his seed deep into my womb. At that moment, I felt something snap into place in my mind, a golden thread connecting us. But before I could register it, something else came forward. It was like my consciousness was thrust to the back of my own mind as something else took control, forcing me to watch through my own eyes like some kind of virtual reality movie. Except I could still feel my body. I could still think… kind of. Every thought was *sex*. Nothing but sex. And I had zero control. My core became a pure, non-stop puddle of arousal, my desire a frantic frenzy. Suddenly I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. My

He looked like he wanted to arrest the guy simply for existing. I tried to focus, shutting out the loud pop music blasting through the deck speakers and the constant sound of splashing water so I could catch the thoughts drifting around us. Unfortunately, all I found was noise. [God, look at the guy in the black shirt by the bar.] [Is he a model? Those arms are unreal.] [Please tell me that's his sister and not his girlfriend.] [I still have a chance.] I swallowed. I didn't need to be a professional mind reader to know those thoughts belonged to the group of women sitting at the table to our left.

“I heard you talking. I know I’m not part of everything, not really. But I know her. I know what she does. I know what she takes. And I know what she's willing to take, how she's willing to take it, the control that she's willing to have.” I looked at her, really looked. She wasn’t broken anymore. She was scarred, but standing. “She tried to take me,” Lysandra continued. “But Delilah stopped her. She gave me back my mind. We can do that to Carter.” Her eyes flicked to Sienna. “It's going to hurt, but we can do it to him. He's going to need to recover. There is what is called a mind control bond. If that breaks then she's never going to be able to get into his mind again.” She said, and I fro

“I might not be able to control my body around you, but my mind is stronger than you think.” “Your head can conjure lies, telling you what you think is right. But your body can’t lie, not to me." All it took was one calculating move of his thumb, pressing against the spot that made my entire body shake, causing my mind to crumble into nothing but thoughts and images of the most twisted acts of sin. This was so wrong, too wrong, but I didn’t know how to stop it whether I wanted to stop it. My body went from hot, to cold, to hot again within the span of a few seconds, my head spinning with the need to fight, yet my body spiraling out of control with the ache to find release.

I walked out into the evening with his cum trapped inside me by the plug, the collar tight around my neck, my body still shaking from the forced orgasm, and my mind completely gone. I was no longer just blackmailed. I was under total cock control. My body, my orgasms, my schedule, even my thoughts now belonged to Nico Moretti. And as I felt another thick drop of his cum try to leak out around the plug, I realized something terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to control me even more.

"Ready to begin?" Agreeing to put her curiosity away for the moment, Eleanor shook out her hands and nodded. Nick clapped once, "Great! Now, as you know already, my ability is mind manipulation. It allows me access into the mind of another creature, animal, human or other wise, to look into. Plant or erase, I manipulate as I see fit." She nodded in mind boggling surprise and asked, "How many minds can you go through at once?" "As many as I want. I call it the double C's. Collective control."