Sexy Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

I don’t remember being to a spa lately. As the grogginess fades and clarity returns, memories of our escapades flood my mind. Color rises to my cheeks when I remember how I had begged the men to please me. I remember yelling at them to fuck me already, and boy, they did. They fucked me good. Every part of me got the attention of their loving hands, their supple lips, and their delicious cocks. I have never had such incredible sex in all my years of being sexually active. Thinking about it alone is enough to make my opening tingle.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

Nobody can see us. She scoots even closer, and whispers the magic words in my ear, “Please, Daddy.” She slides a leg up my thighs, and lets it rest against my cock. I can feel how wet she is through her shorts. “I know you want this. I’ll keep it a secret.” I dig my fingernails into my palms. Maybe the pain will clear my foggy head. I feel the control slipping though. I want nothing more than to give in to this. Her nipples are tight buds against my arms, poking through her flimsy shirt. “Remember what you told me?” My teeth clench together. I know exactly what I told her.

Looking not like a businessman, but a little boy. “I was in the sexual category. I was given pills, at first, they weren’t strong enough for me to be really affected, but the people up the dosages, my senses would be thrown off and I could barely focus on anything else. They would send in a girl and at first, I could fight my urges, but the more they upped my dosages the more control I lost. The girls they would send it wouldn’t stand a chance against me, I would force myself on them, I was so eager and desperate to satisfy my need, that the girl would have to pay the ultimate price at the end. They would drag the girl’s lifeless body out and send in a new one. I wanted to control myself, bu

I begged, tears streaming, body quivering uncontrollably. My legs shook, clit hypersensitive, each slide of his length pushing me past my limits. But his stamina held—he groaned deeply, hips snapping faster, ignoring my pleas. "My spoiled little slut, cumming again? You love it, don't you? Addicted to Daddy's cock already." The degradation fueled me, turning the overstimulation into something obsessive, my mind narrowing to him: his musk and sweat scent filling my lungs, his groans like music, the way he owned every inch of me.

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Sex should be a gift I deliver, not something I surrender to. Apparently, this made me weird, at least according to some chat forum I joined. Like, who wouldn’t want to be in control? I know I did. So when my friend Michela handed me a card that said FREE ME and said they could match my “exquisite taste,” I figured, why not? She’d been glowing lately. Whoever was fucking her clearly knew their job. But me? I didn’t want to be fucked. I wanted to do the fucking.

No matter how I had I tried to ignore it, I couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling that had been lurking at the back of my mind. I picked up the remote control and turned on the television, videos of our intense sex session replaying on the screens. It was so unbelievably erotic I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen for a while. Her naked body bound and restrained for me to whatever I pleased, her breathy moans, the way her pussy opened up and dripped for me, the eagerness in her eyes and her innate desire to please. I may have prided myself as the dominant in that room, but in that short while, she has had more control over me than anyone has ever had. Fuck, I was already hard

And I find myself scrambling to rip the gusset of my panties. However, Adam helps with that. The force of his hands tearing the material sends several jolts of ecstasy down my belly. My head tips backward as sanity escapes me, needy moans breaking out consecutively through my lips. My movements grow passionate and frantic by the second, hips rolling desperately as I can feel the hard ridge of Adam’s cock pressing against my other thigh. He’s nurturing a serious boner merely by watching me lose control the way I am, which makes me even hornier.