Erotica Mind Control Novels & Stories

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 am sorry for doubting you earlier...I will never...do it again Sir. Please...just make it stop... please!" Relief floods her insides when he nods. Moving forward, his hand caresses her cheek. And it only acts as a catalyst to her state. Another jolt of arousal hit her, and she flinches, pressing her legs more tightly as her mind clouds with the dirty thoughts of him fuc*ing her. These thoughts weren't even her own, it's like this potion was controlling her mind and imagination. He retired his finger, loving the way her body reacted to his touch.

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.”

- He said. “Drink his blood and see what they saw. - It said. - Come... There was a crowd there, a drug point in the middle of a nightclub. Those smiles of his were huge and showed white teeth and manic looks. - They took from your glands in more than ordinary men and women and little by little they would all be your slaves and forever and ever you will be able to be the greatest pheromone controllers. - It said. – While you will be able to have pleasant dreams and never again slaves to your hormones, your partners will be controlled and chosen by you, the cycle will also induce everyone around you to be your slaves.

My lips parted, and I nodded my head to urge her to continue. Lila searched her mind and then spoke. “There are two types of mind-controlling, but both can take away people’s wills. One is like hypnosis. By brainwashing, a person would act according to the new concepts they’d been introduced to. History books have mentioned that many great sorcerers could practice it. Another kind, however, is more like a legend. I read that with certain talismans, one could control another’s mind and make them do exactly what they wanted. But no one has practiced that before, at least no one that’s been recorded.” I stood there, bewildered, impressed by the amount of knowledge Lila had stored away. Though s

"You made a mistake when Scott told you to look at Marcia. You looked, and when watching her excited you, you began looking at the others watching you. In addition to the physical sensation of your fucking, by watching Marcia, you began to engage your other senses in the process. You noticed she had her eyes closed. Marcia was trying to avoid what you were doing, engaging her other senses in her fucking. She's orgasmic as it is, and observing others watching her fuck makes it worse, as she's an exhibitionist anyway. "After you climaxed, she opened her eyes to speed up her orgasms. The brain is the biggest sex organ in the body. You read sex slavery novels, so you're aware of how just your im

"In simple terms, what the paper recommended and what my son and I committed to, was a shared therapeutic process in a very controlled, isolated, and relaxed environment, similar to the one that you are in now. Infrasonic and subliminal messaging was used not to manipulate but to reveal and release long-hidden emotions and desires. Then, after a little bit of priming, the people that needed to reconnect would engage in exercises. These exercises started with some simple physical contact and shared activities. They ended with unprotected sex." The room was shaken by a murmur of shock and even a few shouts. Melinda was too stunned to be angry. Oh god, what must Marcus think of her? She looked