The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I woke up in a daze, my head swirling, but it didn’t feel bad, though I was a tad disoriented, like I had woken up suddenly from a deep slumber. I felt my surroundings as my eyes came back into focus. I could feel my sheets beneath me, which meant I was in bed. I don’t recall going to bed though. In fact, I don’t recall much at all. My memory is all hazy. I coming home last night...and then...feeling sexually frustrated. I decided to...read another story...and that-That’s right, the induction story! I went straight to my computer and went to see what that story did to me! I found it almost immediately, but as I moved the mouse over to click on part 1, I felt strangely compelled to click part 2. Whatever, I thought, ignoring the abnormality, as I scrolled to find out what this induction did, or was doing to me. But just like before, I felt my hands move on their own accord, scrolling to the bottom of the page too fast for me to read any of the story. Before I knew it, I was at the end, where it would usually tell you to wake up from trance and feel relaxed and refreshed and what not. But there was none of that. Instead, all that was visible to me was a post-story message. A dreaded message I didn’t want to see.

“To find out what happened while under trance, my Patreon today!”

You have to be kidding me...tears pricked at my eyes, as I fell to my knees, feeling a wave of despair, unaware that my new dildo just slipped out of my soaked pussy. Not only do I not if I came or not, the only way I can find out is if I follow this person’s Patreon. Why? Why was this happening to me? I wanted to cry so badly but I couldn’t, I’m not sure why, but I just felt like I shouldn’t be upset about this. You shouldn’t be. Like this feeling will soon, whether I wanted it to or not. It will. That’s when I finally noticed the sunshine peaking through the blinds. Holy shit, what time was it? I looked and saw it was already 6:00am. I still had some time til work and to help Hailey, but I spent all night in that state? Of being in mindless submission? That felt so wrong, so insane. For a story to have that much power and influence was crazy. But as I entered my bathroom, taking off my nipple clamps and setting them aside, I couldn’t help but think...how fucking hot all this was. This thought drifted in my head as I mindlessly rubbed in the shower, every drop of water feeling like it brought me deeper into a trance I was unaware of falling back into. Knowing someone was so good at story writing, to bring me to such a length of immersion it would compel me to do such a depraved act and even make me forget all about it! My rubbing and pinching sped up, my eyes glazed over as drool ran down my chest, blending in with the pitter patter of the shower. Before I knew it, I was approaching an edge and right as I did, everything went white. Blinking rapidly, I found myself looking at my now fully clothed self in the mirror, not concerned, or even aware, about the gap in my memory. The new clothes I chose definitely were the right choice, was all I could think at the moment, as I checked myself out, wearing one of my new low cut tops and mini skirts. Damn I looked so fucking sexy in them, wearing such breathable, unrestricted clothing felt so liberating! I could feel slickness in my inner thigh but paid it no mind. I felt so ready to go to work and show off my new wardrobe I didn’t notice I had neglected to wear any panties. Not like those mattered, they were going to get wet anyways.

Hailey entered the office, running just a bit behind from her promised early time. She saw me at a glance as she rushed over, an apologetic look on her face.

“Oh good, you’re here and already working on it, I was worried that—", she was saying until she finally got a good look at me after setting down her stuff. “Holy shit, Nikki, what are you- I mean, like, I—”

“Is everything okay Hailey? You seem to be a bit flustered? Does it have to do anything with why you were running a bit late?” I said, still typing out the report, only giving her a bit of my attention as the rest was focused on working.

“What?! No, that’s not why-it’s cause you, well, ah!", struggling to get the words out of her mouth again she took her hands and smacked her cheeks together like she was trying to wake herself up. “Nikki!” she yelled softly, finally getting my full attention. “Why are you dressed, like, well, that!? Like, I always knew you were packing up there, but this leaves very little to the imagination! And your skirt! Any shorter and I’m pretty sure your ass would be hanging! What happened?!”

I looked at her quizzically, unsure why she was making such a big deal. “Hailey, relax, nothing happened, I just thought it was time for a wardrobe change, that’s all! I guess from your reaction I definitely make this work, huh?” I said, raising my arms to make a pose teasing her a bit, followed with a giggle. I put my arms back down and went back to typing. “But yeah, it’s no big deal, and I should still be within office guidelines, no?”

“I mean, yeah, if by within you mean literally teetering on the border...", Hailey responded with still some concern to her tone as she put her things away to being working on her half of the make-up report. “Like, are you sure you’re okay though? You’re always so conservative with your fashion since you don’t like being judged by just your looks and now seeing you look like...like—”

“Like an office whore?” I interjected. That did sound pretty hot though, I thought as my pussy tingled.

“No no no! I didn’t mean anything like that! I meant—”

“Oh relax Hailey, I’m just teasing you! It’s okay, I get it, you’re not used to seeing this much of me. But that’s just it, it’s still me Hailey, nothing to worry about! Now get back to work silly!” I assured her as I continued working on the reports.

“Well, okay, as long everything is okay. But if that’s the case...damn girl you look fine today!” she complimented me with her usual pep, reassuring were back on the same page we had always been. “That being said, yeah, I’ll get back to work! And if there is anything that is troubling you, I’m here to talk, ’kay?”

“I told you I’m fine! Now get back to work sistah!” I mockingly said with a playful laugh, getting back to typing. Though there was one thing that I wasn’t fine with that crept back up to my mind. My sexual frustration. My need to orgasm, to taste sweet, sweet release. But that’s not something I could share with her of all people, or anyone for that matter. That’s something personal that I and only I(and technically PitayaCat) can resolve. And as I felt it squirm it’s way back into the forefront of my mind, I can feel my legs fall in suit, the moistness spreading down my thighs, trying my best to ignore it as I continued to work. Relax, we’ll take care of it when we get home, I promised myself, full well knowing that it was one I really doubt I could even keep.

An hour past quitting time and I was almost done with the day, and what a day it had been! As soon as I recalled how needy I was to cum, I had trouble focusing all day. I would find myself several times throughout the day, having to consciously bring my hand back to the keyboard, as it kept lingering to either the nubs protruding from my top, or the crevice between my thighs. And every time I could feel a whine escape my lips, knowing how badly I wanted, or at least attempt to, satisfy myself. There was almost no time to take a break through the entire day since this kept making me fall behind my work, but despite all my struggles I persevered. And I think the hardest part of the day was during my lunch break. I decided to just buy something from the office vending machine to munch on since I wanted to get back to work as soon as I could. That’s when it happened. As I munched away at my little pastry in the break room, I could feel them. Their eyes, all of them just staring at me. Every guy, and sometimes girl, ogling at my cleavage, looking at me like a tasty piece of meat every time they ed by. But that wasn’t the issue itself. It’s how I felt. How every time I noticed someone checking me out, I couldn’t help but feel hot, aroused, turned on. My breath became ragged and I had to focus on keeping my obvious arousal hidden. Fuck, if only I could cum, if only I could touch myself, my eating slowing down as these dirty thoughts and imagery started flooding my mind. Giving into my desires, I mean, it wouldn’t be too hard. My skirt was short and all I needed to do was reach down and-Not here! I screamed to myself internally, snapping out of it, noticing some drool had pooled over my tits. I wiped it away, making my cleavage glisten as I hurriedly finished my snack and went back to my cubicle, trying my best to ignore the couple of guys that caught a glimpse of my glossy breasts, their eyes nearly popping out of their head. And now, here I was a few hours later, getting to a good stopping point before saving my work and heading back home late once again. Maybe I’ll have more time today to enjoy myself(and hopefully relieve myself, too) since I don’t have anything I can think of that I need to stop for this time. I waved at Hailey bye one more time before I finally got to the parking garage and back into my car, not even acknowledging the stain left dead center of my seat from my own juices as I sat down and drove back home.

Finally back, I walked in and noticed how much of a mess I had left behind this morning. Open packages everywhere on the floor from the toys I bought last night, the clothes still draped over the couches, the bags on my floor, and when I got to my room, I finally got a good look at everything, my bed covers twisted, my sheets piled, and my pillows scattered. And even my chair was strewn about, out of place near the center of my room. As I acknowledged the mess, my mind seemed to have ignored the stains that covered my seat and linens, as well as the toys lying around. I went to work and put stuff away accordingly, the packages in the trash, my clothes away in the closet, fixed my bed up, and without realizing it, put away the toys in the drawers of my desk. There, much better! With all these distractions taken care of my, I felt my self automatically taking my clothes off, throwing them into the hamper, before making my way to my computer. Nothing strange about this, I mean, this was my goal for tonight, right? To finally get off and clear my mind? Of course I wouldn’t want to make a mess in my clothes, I’m most comfortable like this after all. That’s when I noticed that I was already on PitayaCat’s page for the 3rd, or maybe 4th, time since I first discovered their ingenious writing. Okay, now lets see here, I don’t have all the time in the world, unfortunately, but I definitely have more time than yesterday. With that being said, I scrolled through his summaries once again. No, no, no...hmmm...now this one looks interesting. Another corruption story, of course. I mean, if you really think about, isn’t that like 90% of the genre for erotic mind control anyways? This one, however, was labeled FF, FD, so all female and female dominant. I usually didn’t read these since I liked being immersed in the story and I was definitely straight. But the description was pretty hot. A straight girl turns to her friend for some boyfriend advice, but her friend ends up incidentally changing her to be a sexual deviant with no preference to any gender. With how amazing and brilliant of an author PitayaCat is, I’m positive I can self-insert as the typical straight girl with ease. My mouth already beginning to water, I set the mood for the Xth day in a row, not even having to worry about taking off clothes as I began reading, already forgetting my goal was to cum.

Oh my god...I never knew women could be so beautiful. I know it was just words. Text even. But the way they described how beautiful their bodies were, how every curve draws your eyes into every erogenous zone they have, the way they smell, walk, talk, everything! I assumed since I saw myself in the mirror every day I would be jaded to a woman’s allure, but this story had opened my eyes. And to think it was all incidentally done! Elizabeth(the straight girl, or at least was), just wanted to get some advice from Yuuki(the friend that accidentally sexualizes her) about her boyfriend. She was too scared to accept his sexual advances, since she was still a virgin. Yuuki told her of a great way to deal with it. She suggested using subliminal audios to listen to overnight since it had helped her anxiety! What could go wrong, I naughtily thought. Elizabeth was skeptical at first but Yuuki assured her it was fine. Hesitant, she took Yuuki up on her offer. Which led her to send Elizabeth a link that night to listen to. But when she opened it as she was getting ready to sleep, there were several playlists. Yuuki had forgotten to give her a direct link and instead just sent her to a list of playlists under the “sexual guidance” category. I loved these domino effects in stories that led the pure astray. The anticipation of what was obviously coming next made me schlick even more. Elizabeth, unaware of the issue, had clicked the one at the very top labeled, “Dropping the borders to your sexuality.” She was ready to be more open to the idea of sex, not realizing it was going to do a lot more than that as the audio played as she slept throughout the night. Knowing it was her friend that sent her down this debauched path despite her good intentions was oh, so spicy! But why was that the first playlist to be listed? Oh, this is what really made my juices start flowing. Apparently its listed by popularity, and that initial audio of the playlist was the catalyst that would bring unsuspecting s to the hands of a dominatrix. One that was REALLY good at her job. Oh god, finding that out brought me so close to the edge. But I knew it wasn’t time to orgasm, not yet. Why did I think that? I thought- After Elizabeth had started listening to the audios, she definitely felt some changes. At first they were as expected, being more open to discussing sex with her boyfriend and less reservations about it. This compelled her to continue going down the playlist every night(plus the subliminals kind of told her to). But things went sour when she finally did the deed with her boyfriend. She could tell she was enjoying it, her mind aflame with burning arousal and desire, like something she waited so long for. But then it happened. What I had been waiting for this whole time. She. Couldn’t. Cum. Oh my god, why is PitayaCat so obsessed with denial?! I wondered, a big ol’ grin on my face, rubbing myself silly. With her boyfriend finished, she left unsatisfied while he slept. When she got home she went online and looked up the creators page to see if it could help her dilemma. Under their list of works, she noticed another set of playlists. “For my frustrated listeners” it said, with a different playlist depending on your sex and orientation. She thought it was odd until something told her it wasn’t. Unaware acceptance, mmf, that’s so fucking... Scrolling down a bit, she found the “Female and Straight” playlist and started it. When I got to this part, I had no idea how much it would affect me too. The audios were so well described, planting the idea of how hot women were. How she didn’t have to choose one or the other. That woman could be just as hot to look at. How sexy they were, with their juicy lips, curvy thighs, succulent breasts. Mmm... I moaned, realizing how sexy my breasts must be, how hot my exposed thighs must make others feel, licking my lips sensually just thinking about it. It continued, describing how even the way they smell, from the perfumes they put on to the pheromone filled musk they produce, the sounds they make when they’re being pleasured, and even how they tasted, the unique, potent flavors that drove people to submission. All of it was just so stimulating, I didn’t even notice I brought my hand to my mouth to lick clean before I continued scrolling through the story. Apparently Elizabeth found it quite effective, too, since she couldn’t stop staring at Yuuki every chance she got, imagining all the things she wanted to do with her. The way they described Yuuki’s lithe body and how she would do anything and everything to it turned me on so much. Despite all of this, sex still didn’t let her reach orgasm, even when she convinced Yuuki to experiment with her as well. Of course she couldn’t, she needed permission! And that’s when she reached the final audio of the playlist. She thought this had to be the file that would let her cum! I sincerely sympathized here, hoping to her as well. As she played the final audio, she fell asleep almost instantly, as the file told her the answer she had been waiting for. To release all she had to do was obey. To get permission from someone superior. Someone like the creator, the dominatrix pulling the strings from behind the scenes. And as these words seeped into her subconscious mind, she knew it was true. That she needed their permission. That she was just a submissive pet that needed to be told what to do. That I(?) wasn’t allowed to cum until I was told to. She needed to obey. We needed to obey. To listen. To submit. Submit... And...that’s it. The chapter ended there.

Once again I was left unsatisfied. But it felt...different this time. Like, I needed to cum. I wanted to cum. But, I knew I couldn’t. Not until I got permission. I felt like I was really in Elizabeth’s shoes. I needed to wait to get permission. But how? And like before, I can see it again, at the bottom of the page.

“Want to see how it ends? Then my Patreon today!”

Just do it, let her cum, she needs it, I need it. Just... I started to think, as my juice covered hand slowly moved the cursor over to the Patreon link. Right as I clicked it and the page changed over to their Patreon , I mildly snapped out of it. Oh no I don’t! I refuse! I argued reluctantly with myself, closing out the windows and turning off my PC. My stubbornness saved me(from cumming?) as I called it a night. Too tired to shower, I decided to just slump on over to my bed and go to sleep, and just bathe in the morning. I had forgotten about this for a second but like before, I was replaying the story in my head over and over again. Guess it slipped my mind this might happen since last night was a bit different. Lying in bed, I couldn’t help but rub my breasts as I drifted to sleep, ing how enticing they were. It really does feel good just groping my juicy tits. I crudely thought as I slowly fell into a deep sleep.