Mind Controlled Mom Novels & Stories

I didn’t believe them at first, but then I had seen Mom gouging her fingers into her own arm, had seen her hitting herself so hard she had to be sedated. “Mama, I know you did that to yourself. They don’t you hurt you here. I promise.” “You would promise, wouldn’t you? They make me hurt myself. Mind control. It’s in the medicine they give me. Mind control, to make me hurt myself. You’d say anything to get rid of me. You hate me. That’s why you’ve got me in prison. You hate me. You’ve always hated me.” Her lip curled, and her eyes took on a frantic gleam I knew all too well. I braced myself for the inevitable.

He was being mind-controlled by the sound of her voice and wasn’t acting on his own consciousness anymore. My gaze stretched as I realized who she had called out. It was the same Praised Brother Cayden had flung away, the same one who had a little daughter. My heart rate shot up above average. “Natgy. Please don’t do this. Let’s figure something out. There’s absolutely no need for this!” I pleaded, my volume revealing my fear. “Stop this madness, Natgy!” My mother voiced, taking the more aggressive approach but Natgy wasn’t really paying attention to either of us.

Also, whose 'Mom' and 'Dad'—" Before I could finish my question, I caught the look on the couple’s face. Their eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Then, the woman suddenly rushed toward me, as though driven by some frantic impulse. "I’m your mom! We were wrong, we know it. Please don’t deny me. Don’t you remember me, your mother?" I watched her frantic behavior with an ache in my heart. It seemed like a grieving mother who had lost her child. But even so, she shouldn’t just randomly claim to be my mother. I quickly stepped back and hid behind Miriam. "Are they out of their minds? I told you not to let strangers in. What if they go crazy and start attacking people?" I whispered u

The woman the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. I gripped the shower wall, knuckles white, and let out a slow, controlled breath. This was going to be a problem.

“Oh yeah? What kind of family are we talking about here?” “The highly dysfunctional, intensely rigid kind,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs with practiced ease. “My dad, Mercer, is a total control freak. He and my mother divorced because he literally could not turn off his management brain. He treated our childhood vacations like high-stakes tactical deployments. I'm not even joking. He briefed us with printed maps and emergency exit strategies before a trip to Disney World. The final straw for my mom was when he tried to give her a structured quarterly performance review on their tenth wedding anniversary.”

Third person POV "What's with all the favorites and stuff?" Mason suddenly asked, he has been quiet all this while, just listening to his son and wife talk, his face was neutral, and no one could gawk at what he was thinking, Nora immediately smiled "Nothing much, I'm just trying to get closer to my stepson and familiarize with him, knowing his favorites are part of it babe" Nora replied, she felt guilty for having such dirty thoughts and mind, but even though she felt guilty she was still damn aroused.

] Then she forwarded another article: [If a Woman Isn't Savage Enough, She'll Never Keep Her Place—3 Tricks to Control a Cheating Man] I pretended to hesitate, then waited ten minutes before replying. "Will that... actually work?" She answered immediately. [Obviously! Why would I ever hurt you?] I replied like I was torn. "Okay... I'll try." *** The next afternoon, Mom and Zoey showed up empty-handed. The second Mom walked in, her eyes started darting around the suite.

Simon heard what she said, noticed that she was in a daze again, and immediately understood what she was thinking about. The man's somewhat dry large hand reached over to hold her. His eyes were like deep pools of water gazing at her, and his tone was slightly solemn as he said, “Don’t let your thoughts run wild. You know quite well the reason why your mother became like this was that she was over-stimulated before this and became emotionally disturbed, so… you have to control your emotions.”

You have no mistress. Mom gasped and started shaking her head. "No that's not true. Janice is my Mistress." So, this one was going to be harder than Dad. That made sense, in a way, since both Dad and Mom were subservient to Janice. But I remembered reading an article about how the military broke people's will in black site prisons and I knew that with my powers, there was something that I could do to force mom to say the phrases and get her to accept the new truth.

At the same time, at this point, I could already tell that wherever this conversation was headed to, it would only lead us at one point and that my friend was the point of no return. "They classify this as delirium tremens...." I noticed my stepmom fiddling in her hand bag as if she was trying to fish something inside it and not long after I saw her took out an I pad. "If I am not mistaken, they consider this phenomena as a mental illness." "Mom tha-----" I tried to stop her but she cut me off with her stern voice. "You do not talk back to me, Jodi. Is that how I brought you up?"