Erotica Mind Control Novels & Stories

“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."

I've been controlling myself for so long but our positioning is pointing to facts that my so-called body is hypnotized by him. It's begging for his touch, his hands on me and that fucking grin on his face is only making me excited for the part that my fucking brain is trying to avoid at any cost. Trust me when your body and mind argue, you can't help but consider running away to a place where there is no one and scream on top of your lungs like shut up.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

I could feel the slickness between my lips starting to build even before anything happened. Rent was due tomorrow, and I was short again, I needed these horny bastards to tip big tonight if I wanted to eat next week. But it was not just the money, I craved the control they had over me, the way it made me feel like a desperate toy, used and begging for more. The chat lit up quickly with the usual usernames flashing across the screen: BigLoadBear, PussyWrecker42, SlutTrainerAnon. Messages popped up like “Show tits” and “Spread that pussy for us.”

But her mind was elsewhere—tracking the IP silently behind the scenes, every keystroke logged, every ping echoing in the back of her mind. Then came another comment. “Prove you're still in control. Show them what darkness tastes like.” The words wrapped around her like silk soaked in gasoline. Domica leaned into the mic, slow and deliberate. “Oh darling,” she cooed, “you think I’ve lost control? Watch closely. The night’s just begun.” [INSERT PLACEHOLDER FOR SUGGESTIVE POWER MOVE / EROTIC PLAY] But her eyes never left the chat box. She watched the symbol vanish… then reappear.

"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.

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.

Jack forced himself to rein in the I-told-you-so smile threatening to break across his face. Too early to smile. He had to make sure he’d really reached her. “Because you need your biggest sex organ, your brain, involved. Vanilla doesn’t really do that. Dominance and submission can be a game or a way or life, depending on how seriously you play. But it absolutely keeps your mind engaged with your body. The promise of pleasure can be every bit as arousing as the pleasure itself—maybe more, as you found out from doing without a mind fuck tonight.”