Mind Control Sex Novels & Stories

“But all that matters little to you, here you have a better life than on Earth… as the warlord’s woman.” “Sure, that sounds good, but I wasn’t prepared to star in a sex movie for Martian pervs.” Galina pouted. “You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” Ogden sounded solemn. “I suppose you’ll be using your mind control thing on me again, like you did to make me masturbate for you.” She glared at him. “No, this time, you will be in control of your senses.” He assured her, spreading his hands and bowing slightly.

“You need a real man. Someone who can take control. Someone who can make you scream.” I smiled weakly but inside my heart was beating fast. I already knew a real man—Daniel, old, strong, and dominant. He made me feel things Mark never could. Even though we hadn't had full sex yet, his touches and dirty words were driving me crazy. What if we fucked? I would lose my fucking mind.

stated it. "Do you want to slow down?" Eli asked. "No," I said. "But I'm terrified that if we don't, I'm going to lose the ability to think clearly. That I'm going to be completely overwhelmed by the physical reality of you and I'm not going to be able to maintain control of the situation." "Good," Eli said. "That's the whole point. You surrendering control. You trusting that being overwhelmed is okay." He pulled me toward the couch, and we continued kissing. Not performance. Not strategic. Just... this. Physical need. Emotional connection. The exact opposite of control.

“No one can ever suspect. But I might send you instructions. Things only we know about. Commands that affect what you’re wearing, how you’re feeling, what you’re thinking about during a meeting.” “Like the presentation,” she said, remembering. “When you made me…” “Exactly like that.” His eyes darkened. “You followed those instructions perfectly. Sat in that conference room without panties, getting wetter every time you said the word ‘projections.’ And no one knew but us.” Heat pooled between her thighs at the memory. At the anticipation of more moments like that. “Section five,” he said. “Orgasm control.” The words sent electricity straight to her core.

It’s maybe because boys masturbate way more frequently and talk about sex more openly with their friends, and I only ever had male friends who would never talk about sex in front of me. I listen to my own body and move my fingers over where he was, mimicking it and circling it to create the same friction he was. Gasping at the difference it makes when combined with how hard he’s pummelling me. I’m so slick I can hear the noise of wetness as he controls his rhythm and has me clawing at the bed with my free hand. So little control as my body spins into euphoria, and I forget some of my inhibitions and lose myself to it.

I don't know what it was about her, but the way she spoke, the dominance and confidence behind it intrigued me. SubMan40: That works for me, Mistress. What are you into? As I watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen show that she was typing, my hand went to my hard cock and slowly stroked it. YoungDomme: I like total, sexual control. For example, you are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so, my submissive. Fuck. I actually gasped and then let go of my cock. Then she sent another message. YoungDomme: Other things I am into is degrading, humiliation, orgasm control, breeding fetish and anal play. That's just to name a few.

Every single stroke triggered an intense yearning to cum right away, but he would not allow me to do it. Instead, it seemed as though my breasts had completely hypnotized him, as he focused all of his attention on them the entire time. At the time that he was fucking me, he was rough with my nipples, squeezing them and twitching them in an aggressive manner. While all of this was going on, he was simultaneously fucking me. And right at the moment when I was about to reach the zenith of the experience, he would suddenly turn off the power supply to me. He was able to control the number and intensity of my orgasms, as well as the rate at which they occurred, thanks to this strategy. Moreover,

I smirked, tracing my thumb on his lips as I leaned in slowly, my eyes trained on his. "Tell me, have you fucked other men before?" He asked, holding my neck, bringing my lips close to his. I gasped, biting my lips afterwards. No, no, no. I want to be in control I rocked my hips into his hard on. He groaned, bringing his hands down to my waist to guide them. "Does it really matter? Just know you'll cum" I whispered sexily. "I..." "Shhh" I placed my hand on his lips, moving my hands to his ear as I massaged it gently. "You know, I like how sex makes men weak"

"You know how they say the greatest sex organ is the mind?" "Yes," Ray said. "Mine does tend to lose it sometimes," Susan said. "It's like it's default setting. I have to control it if I want the act to last. But if I submit to pleasure, I could be destructive." Ray looked into her eyes which then opened. "In what way?"

' I tell her, my voice turning deep. I seem to not have any control over my body. Now, I am hundred percent sure that it is the mate bond that is manipulating our bodies, it is making us loose control over ourselves. 'And who said I am afraid of danger?' Susan says in a very seductive voice that makes my member make a quick twitch. 'We are not ourselves, it is the damn mate bond. I need you to stay focused and concentrate on gaining power over yourself.' I tell her, looking intently in her eyes.