Sexy Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

I said. He was silent for a while. "Do you know, recently, I've hooked up with three different girls at different intervals. But do you know what happens? Normally, whenever I'm having sex, I'm always in control; there is no questioning that... But when I was fucking them, there was a thought I me that I can't even remove from my mind, and it was... I wanted them to torture me, tie me up, tease me, humiliate me, play with me until they are satisfied before telling me how to fuck them and when to stop..." his body was shaking slightly and I saw his bulge Harding inside his boxer ever so fast as he speaks and my eyes widened when I heard him. "I want girls to dominate me instead of taking cont

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“There are many underground clubs in London where people like me go to explore their sexual fantasies. I found one that I particularly liked. It had several rooms upstairs that were soundproof and equipped for exploration, sort of a miniature version of Miriam’s place without the elaborate decorations. I had begun to explore the female body, learned how to make women cum, how to make them have deeper orgasms then even they knew was possible. I went on a lot of dates that all ended the same way, in bed with her screaming her release. I was very popular in school, all the girls were talking about how great of a lover I was, yet I felt I never truly understood the restraints I had on my own con

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

*With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode. *Your filthy words and the feeling of your cock pulsing deep inside me finally shatter my control. Throwing my head back with a silent scream, my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My cunt clamps down HARD, rippling and milking your spurting length for every drop as I convulse beneath you.*

When he bottomed out we both groaned. "Fuck you feel perfect," he said through gritted teeth. He stayed still for a moment letting me adjust. Then he started moving. Slow thrusts at first. Deep and controlled. Every stroke hit that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Harder," I begged. "Please Damien. Fuck me harder." He lost control then. His hips snapped forward. Hard. Fast. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He gripped my hips tight enough to leave bruises. His cock pounded into me over and over. Deep. Ruthless. Perfect.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of sexual acts, erotic dreams, BDSM elements (such as bondage, spanking benches, and non-consensual fantasy scenarios), group sex implications, detailed nudity and arousal, mind control/influence themes, and age-gap attraction involving a teenager(18) and adults. You know what to do. CHAPTER ONE

“Clo that’s a bit much, don’t you think? I mean…I can control my body.” “You think it’s funny don’t you?” she said, offended. “You’re laughing. You think it’s funny that sex can actually end up controlling you, why don’t you wait until you start seeing it happen then. Hmm? Let’s wait until it clouds your mind, until your pens, pencils starts bending like dicks in your eyes, your tables good enough for sex! Let’s wait until the workers around you start looking all appetizing and sexy in your eyes. Wait until you start actually imagining them doing crazy stuff to you, your ass getting spanked on that glass desk of yours, or even worse in that new Seraph section we’re working on right in Oxyge