Mind Control Sex Novels & Stories

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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Roth smiled, “Alright I will answer that after I am done answering this one. A super powerful way to intensify this oral sex experience is to allow your man to take control and dictate things. You can do this by getting your man to hold your head while you keep your arms down by your side or even tied behind your back, if you are into BDSM.” “Now that your man is in control, he can dictate how fast you suck his dick AND how deep you take it. All of this is perfect if you enjoy your man being in total control, but it’s not so much fun if you have an overactive gag reflex - unless, of course, you like the idea of throwing up midway through.” “Some people call it skull-fucking or face-fucking w

Slipping him from her mouth, she hovered with her lips barely touching his cock head, breathing on it, soft as a whisper, then lowering herself so that it entered between her teeth again, sliding across her palate. Tayte gasped, his strong, sinewy hands gripping her shoulders. His lids were half closed, his expression that of a tortured saint. Triumph flamed through Armina. There was no greater aid to sex than having control over a man. Would he be able to hold back? Or would he suddenly come, his seed gushing out to fill her mouth and cream her face?

“Let’s run some scenarios. What do you do when a man asks you to get on your knees for him?” “Get on my knees,” I answer, my voice hoarse. “And when he tells you to unfasten his pants and take out his cock?” “Do as he says.” She nods, studying me closely. “And then what?” Bite his dick off. I know what the obvious answer is. Nevertheless, I also know what controlling men truly get off on. Power. “Wait for him to give me permission.” Surprise flickers across her irises, and I hate the reaction that look pulls out of me. The last thing I want to do is make a sex trafficker proud, but in all honesty, it’s precisely what I need to do. I just don’t want to feel it.

“Do you still…” “Mum?” I played dumb, waiting for her to say the actual words. “Oh, fuck it. Are you still an Only Fans model? Do you still do it?” I smiled as I replied, my chest bursting with pride. “At your service, mum…” “Excellent. Listen to me, Zoe. If there is anything that can destroy a well disciplined man, it is sex. Lust. No matter how resilient a man is, once you know his kink, you know him. You have the power of sex in your hands, Zoe, and I want you to use it.”

Every once in a while, she'd pull off and gather a huge load of saliva in her mouth and let it fall in a wet goopy mass onto the head of my dick, then she'd rub it all around, and up and down my cock with both hands. So sexy. She was in a trance. But she never lost control. She had me on the edge of cumming, so close, oh I was so close. I began to get delirious; my vision was beginning to cloud over. My whole world was my throbbing, twitching, needy cock and my Anna's mouth, my woman's eager, wet, hot mouth, so skilled, so controlling. Break my brain, train my body. Losing control is good. My Anna is in control. She knows what's best for me.

He bent me over the couch and fucked both my pussy and ass, alternating between them until I was a shaking, sobbing mess. "Now," he commanded. "Come for me." My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave crashed through me. Andre followed right after, filling my ass with his hot cum. He pulled me into his arms afterward, holding me close while I trembled. "You are doing well, Sienna," he whispered, stroking my hair. "But this is only the beginning. By the end of this month you will not remember what it felt like to have any control."

"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.