Novel & Cerita Sexy Mind Control Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.

At which point his eyes darkened. That's when I realized that maybe Max was just making an excuse to get me down. Because usually when he gets tense like that, he wants something.... “Sex is how I can strengthen my memory. Because by having sex with you, my emotions can be controlled. With my emotions stable, I can think clearly and maybe I can remember the way back." My guess was right, not far off. But if I had known that was the way he wanted it, then I wouldn't offer to help in the first place. If I had known it was a trap, then I would’ve run right after he dropped me off.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

03 I waited exactly seven days. Not because he told me to. Because I needed to feel the hunger build until it clawed at the inside of my ribs. Every morning I woke up wet between my legs, dreams full of metal and red and hands that didn’t ask permission. Every night I scrolled the forum under InitiateE26, reading threads about “escalation nights,” “blood play real enough to scar (temporarily),” “the room where they don’t stop until you use the word twice.”

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

“Like Mommy using your big cock? Using your own bed to fuck myself stupid?” “Yes… fuck… Mommy…” His voice cracked, eyes wild. I sped up, slamming down harder, faster. My tits bounced wildly under the dress, and sweat started slicking my skin. My pussy was so wet I could hear it making squelching, creamy sounds every time I bottomed out. His shaft glistened with my juices, his balls were shiny and coated, and I kept him pinned and kept control, fucking myself on him until my thighs burned and my clit throbbed so hard I could barely breathe.

off like five times in two days just remembering it." I bit back a smile. "And?" "And I want more," Madison admitted, voice barely a whisper. "I need more." "We both do," Tyler added. "Look, I've been with a lot of girls. But none of them—no one's ever taken control like you did. Made me feel like that." Madison sat beside him, and I noticed her hand shaking. "My boyfriend came back from his trip yesterday. We had sex and I—I couldn't even finish. All I could think about was you." "You, telling me what to do," Tyler continued. "Using us. Making us beg." This was better than I could've imagined. I moved closer, stood in front of them. They both looked up at me with those desperate eyes. "So

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.