Mind Control Sex Novels & Stories

I told him as I hung up. I threw on my faded and ripped black jeans That hung loosely on my hips. I didn’t even bother with buttoning them as I knew that I didn’t need to. It gave everyone the idea that sex was going to happen eventually. But they would be seriously wrong. I never had sex during my sessions. That wasn’t what they were about. They were about control and domination. I had the power to allow her pleasure or take it away. That is what attracted everyone to my show.

I haven’t had someone make me go weak in my knees before, but with her, I didn’t want it to end. Something went wrong with me when she clenched around my cock and moaned my name. My heart had skipped multiple beats and I came undone just by seeing her parted lips, rosy cheeks, and gorgeous body under me. My heart had never beat so fast during sex before. I had been always in control, and not so fucking sloppy. Sighing, I looked down at my pants. I was getting hard just thinking about it. This was bad.

But Angelina just shook her head slowly even with the same expression. "No need to make any alibis. Besides, what's wrong with a husband and wife making out? I'm sorry for disturbing you. Continue your activities." Sure enough, Angelina could no longer be controlled. If she already assumed something, whatever happened and what was shown in front of her face would not be able to break her assumptions. After the door to the room closed, Rasha and Kevin turned their heads slowly. Their movements were broken with tense expressions, soon one of them would speak.

I saw fear in her eyes earlier today, the same fear I saw in her eyes the very night I had whipped her in front of my uncle. That was the most painful experience I ever had. I felt like I was whipping myself more than I was whipping her. I want to kiss her, I want to fúck hell into her but I can't, she is just 17. I don't regret getting her as a pet. I regret not being able to control myself whenever I am around her. Despite the fact that I have sex with other women my body still wants to taste hers. It just keeps yarning for hers.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”

My post was embarrassingly honest: Title: Am I losing my mind or just finding it? Okay, this is weird as hell to write. I'm 23, thought I had my sexual identity figured out—basic, romantic, whatever. Then I witnessed something recently that scrambled my brain like a fucking omelet. I saw a woman completely in control of a man, and instead of thinking "that's fucked up," I thought "that's exactly what I want to try." Not the cruelty or humiliation bullshit you see in movies. Just... someone else calling the shots. Is wanting someone to control you normal? Because it feels like I discovered I'm wired completely wrong.

He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him. Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”

Control. A small word but a very tough thing to attain. I struggled with control issues from a tender age. How to get it, how to use it and everything in between. My up tightness led me into using most women to exercise that power. Vanilla type of sexual intercourse was so easy and it didn't help me much when it came to that dark feeling inside. So I ventured into another type of sex, I wanted more.

The fact is that we both got things mixed up, which was bound to happen since it all happened so fast, and now I'm here lamenting over an uncertain future with a piece of pizza and a tightness in my chest. I warn my mind about thinking about it, but I can't really help it, sex has never been just that for me, I am the kind of person who goes out having sex with random people, it is always about something more, I should just deal with it, it is a tremendous foolishness to keep trying to understand what is very simple and practical. It's just that it would be going over the top of the person that I am. My mind is uncontrollable when it comes to this, it starts creating disastrous scenarios tha