Mind Control Sex Novels & Stories

Get a handsome, sexy, sexmate that won’t tell me no, ever. Have sex without a condom, only when I have gotten to know the person properly. Take control of my own cum, my own choices, my own time. Learn the sex positions I like more without outside influence. Don’t moan for a man that didn’t make me cum, meaning, see how much control I actually have and where I lose it. And most importantly, never choose someone else over myself again. I stare at the list for a moment. My chest rises slowly. This feels…good. Intentional, even.

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.

In some ways, masturbation was another experience from being fucked, because this process required more effort and exposure of that side of her to him. "Do not make me repeat myself," he warned with his voice dropping in a threatening way. "You will get ten seconds to change your mind or I will take control of your actions."

"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

It felt unreal Suddenly, my mind winds off to the thoughts of our last sex and how I had made her legs quiver. The sweetness of her juice against my taste buds. Her melodic moan urged me to do more and the way she took me, the way I had filled her up with my thick shaft, yet she was still cramping hard and tight around my cock. The way I had choked her backwardly and watched her ass sit on my cock. The way she had moaned and gagged on my cock when she sucked me all down, the thickness of her saliva that coat my cock was heaven. Argghhh. I was losing my mind, I was losing control of my every self, but it stung so much that I was losing myself to someone who was barely thinking of me.

I asked again. "Does it look like one can stop with an injection like sexomone?" She was right. I was horny as hell right now. I couldn't control my urges. "Plus, I've been hypnotised ever since my capture. I was hypnotised to believe this was all right. I see no wrong in everything I do. I try to fight, but it’s fruitless. The more you fight against the sexomone effect, the more horny you become." She said. Damn. She was right.

But man, this is really really insane. I just had sex with the person who is supposed to be my enemy once again, and for the second time, I can't even say I had control over it. I'm going to have to discuss this with an expert because something is terribly wrong. I know myself, and I trust myself that I can't easily fall victim to heavily seductive actions like this. I'm not the type of girl like those crazy sex maniacs who can do anything just to have a guy stick his dick into them.

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

Even ones that aren’t necessarily ideal to other’s preferences. It’s not like I have a type or anything. Just get off on the whole dominance of it all. Turning women into shivering, shaking, soaking messes is my ultimate turn on, no matter what form it takes. Sex is the one place I’m not Zen, and require full control to make women’s bodies do shit no one else can. ‘Prove it,’ the taunt comes when Sokin folds and a pretty gorgeous little blonde finds a seat in my lap… The room’s too full. Too warm. Too loud. Stifling.

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