The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Where...am I? I felt lost, surrounded by nothingness. Like, there was no up or down, just floating, sinking into a void. Am I dreaming? I moved my body frantically but I couldn’t grasp onto anything tangible. This has to be a dream, or a nightmare... The thought drifted through my mind like I was drifting. As I was nearing panic, I could hear something. A hum. It sounded nostalgic, calming even. I could feel my worries, my fears start to slowly dissipate. The hum, it soothed me, let me relax. I needed. I need this. As I floated tranquilly now, the hum carrying me along its acoustic flow, I found a light engulf me. Blinded, I blinked a few times, trying to regain my composure. What’s happening now? Was all I could manage to think before my eyes readjusted to the now lit up room I was in. On a couch now, I sat in the middle of what looked like an office. It looked very...professional? As my eyes roamed around, I can see all sorts of things on the walls, from portraits, degrees in...psychology? And another chair in front of mine with a coffee table in between. The more details I picked up the more it looked like it was a therapist’s office. Why did that sounds familiar? Then I heard a click, like a door opened. Footsteps approached, a figure appearing in my peripherals. It was a man, someone who looked like to be in their early 40s, just short of 6 ft, and a build you would expect from someone in this line of work. But the odd thing was...I couldn’t perceive his face. It looked like nothing from his neck up, is the best way I can think to describe it. It felt like something that should frighten me, but it didn’t. If anything, it felt familiar. Like someone I could trust.

“Hi there Tiffany, glad to you have you back in my office again. Ready for another session?” He spoke, the cadence in his voice sounded very assuring, relaxing even. Like there was no reason to ever distrust him. Tiffany? Who’s Tiffany? I tried to correct, to speak back and let him know this is a mistake, but I heard nothing. I could feel myself talking, voicing a reply, but I just couldn’t hear it. All I could do was look and listen, I didn’t even have control of my limbs now that I realized it. I could feel them but I couldn’t move them. But they did move. I could feel the subtle fidgets and hand mannerisms one would do when talking to someone else. What is going on? Before I could indulge in that thought, the man spoke again. “Excellent, so glad to here that you’re taking my advice wonderfully! I bet it feels good being so uninhibited now, doesn’t it?” I could feel myself nod along, despite not choosing to do so. And on that same note, I also felt a heat surge at my core. Pleasure radiated and I felt a slickness spread between my legs. If I could moan I would but apparently this body had a bit more self control than I had.

“Good, now I say we give you something I know you been waiting for...” He went back to his desk and pulled out something. A string? Or maybe a necklace? As he got closer I noticed it was a coin, an old fashioned coin. He held it up in front of me as it swung back and forth, lights reflecting off the uneven surface, its glitters catching my attention. Realization hit me as he continued swinging the coin, his voice slowly fading into the background. This is...Tiffany’s story! The coin, the therapist, his office...all of it! This had to be a dream for sure now, there’s no way this is real. But even then, even if this was all a dream, everything felt so real. And if it felt real, does this mean I can finally...cum? The possibility of that happening, it felt like I finally found the light at the end of the tunnel. As amazing as the prospect of that sounded, I only felt the arousal and pleasure Tiffany was feeling as her therapist put her under, the coin still swinging in front of us, unable to look away. I didn’t want to look away. Cause I knew if Tiffany went under and was told to cum, I know I would feel that same pleasure and satisfaction. That’s all I needed, to wait for his permission. And it was coming. Closer and closer and-

“...2....1...drop!” His voice cut in abruptly, his fingers snapped. Tiffany’s eyes shut, her mind falling into the abyss. And so did I. I couldn’t even tell how long I was falling for, but it was cut short when I finally plopped down on something. Another seat? I tried to wiggle a bit, but like last time, to no avail. That’s when I noticed the theatre screen in front of me. The lights dimmed around, and I can hear a projector boot up, followed by a hum. This time I immediately pieced where I was and who I was. Sarah’s story, and this is the part where she- I was cut off immediately by the movie appearing on the screen, the giant spiral in front of me, starting to swirl slowly, spinning inwards. It looked so much different seeing it on the big screen versus on my computer monitor. And it felt so much more powerful. It really drew me in, taking away my thoughts, my worries, as it spiraled. I was upset that I didn’t cum with Tiffany, but I didn’t really care anymore. All I wanted to do now was watch the movie and listen. Listen and obey. And then the familiar voice appeared once more.

“Hi, and welcome to my home made film! I know so many of you are eager to return! And to those who are here for the first time, I hope you have a very pleasant experience!” The beautiful woman said once again, a repeat from last time. “Now, as per usual, let’s see who is new here. To everyone whose first time it is today, please raise your hand.” Sarah didn’t raise her hand this time, nor did I have the urge to either. “Really? Everyone here is a returnee? Excellent!” This was different though, but I didn’t care to think about it too much, or at all for that matter as I continued watching the screen. “So, as you have noticed again, the spiral is a very calm and relaxing thing to look at! It spins round and round, drawing you deeper and deeper into it! I know you’ve already felt it’s power before but we’re going to take you even deeper! So get ready to fall once more!” We both braced ourselves, ready to fall for the film again. “Without further ado, enjoy the movie! Mwah!” Trembling in anticipation and arousal, the countdown flickered on the screen like the last time. From 10 it dropped, each number grabbing our attention more and more. I could feel Sarah’s body steadily lose energy, her hands and arms limply resting on the arms of the chair, her head tilted as drool spilled softly down her chin onto her chest, eyes ever focused on the black and white spiral, the numbers ticking away slowly. Feeling how good she felt only doubled up for me, since my own mind was also succumbing to the flick, the hum in the background, the blips that followed every number as they got lower and lower. And finally, like before, the countdown hit 0, another snap with the words DROP! flashing on the screen like the first time we watched it. But there wasn’t darkness like before. It was different. Our minds fell, but our eyes stayed open. I could see the movie, the spiral continuing, but I just didn’t have a mind to follow. Everything felt like I was asleep with my eyes open, absorbing the words as they appeared on the screen, the commands the beautiful voice instructed, all the while our eyes stayed dead center of the screen. I just didn’t consciously hear them, or acknowledge them. The only thing I felt was the constant arousal Sarah felt, and that’s all I needed to feel as I stared at the movie for who knows how long.

After awhile later, the screen faded. The movie finally ended. The concept of time was lost on me as I felt Sarah get up to leave. As she exited the theatre, her chest covered in drool, the nubs of her nipples visible through the wet shirt, and her legs with a streak of juices flowing down to her socks, the shine of the outside lights blinded us. Sarah blinked a few times before she adjusted to them, and I found myself once again, somewhere I’ve never been before. At least I don’t think I been here before. I was sitting in front of a computer now. The room was dim, the only light coming from my monitor. I thought for a second it was my room, but no, the setup was definitely different. That’s when I saw a glowing red dot right above the computer. I tried my hardest to see what it was but my eyes were focused on the screen itself. That’s when I noticed why I(or whoever I was this time) was staring so intently. A video was playing. But it wasn’t an ordinary video. There was no substance to it, no narrative, or anything of the sort. It was just a bunch of shapes and spirals, bouncing off each other, growing bigger, smaller, floating. It drew my attention with it’s vibrant colors, pulsing, glowing, dimming, and fading away only to come back again. And that’s when I felt it, a strong surge of ecstasy. My body pulsed, quivered, and shuddered as I felt something penetrating me. And not just from my sex. No, it was almost everywhere, my pussy, my asshole, my mouth, every one of those holes was filled with something, each of them with a unique sensation, from vibrating to pulsating in different rhythms. I could feel myself drowning in pleasure, just realizing even my nipples were being stimulated by another device, bringing a little pain in the mix. It was like I was in heaven, riding a wave of never ending exhilaration. I could feel myself reaching the edge almost immediately. Was I finally here? Was I finally going to be allowed to reach nirvana? Then it stopped. Every device in my stopped moving and buzzing and so forth. My peak started to fade. Before I can even think about feeling frustrated, I heard a voice from the computer speak up.

“Not yet, my dear Claire.” So this is Claire this time... “You know you can only cum when I permit it, and tonight is not one of those nights.” The devices started whirring once more, the screen glowing stronger than before, my(or I guess Claire’s) body shaking as her body writhed with pleasure, bringing her close to the edge again. And then like before, they stopped, letting her body calm down before turning back on. And this cycle of pleasure kept repeating to the point where I stopped caring if I came or not, I just wanted to feel the pleasure come back again and again. That’s when I heard a cackle from the computer after the devices stopped for the umpteenth time.

“You did well Claire, but your session for today is over. Turn in for the day. to come back tomorrow, and if you’re truly ready, you know what’s in store...", the voice said before fading away, the video on the screen turning black as I felt Claire get up, devices still inside her, as she walked to the webcam and flipped it off. As she navigated through the desktop, she closed out of all the windows, from her open emails to the tabs showing the video from before and the others related to her streaming devices. With one final click, she shutdown the computer, leaving us in the dark. That’s when I felt the sudden touch of sheets and blankets. I don’t recall her walking to bed but I’m sure that’s where she was. And then a phone appeared in front of me, its screen well lit, as I saw another unfamiliar hand scrolling through it, opening up a playlist. Then the hands set the phone down before pressing play, moving to the side, grabbing something. A wire? No, I could feel it in their grip now. Headphones. She put the buds in her ear and plugged in the aux cord. That’s when I noticed I didn’t feel anything else in her. The vibrator, gag, dildo, nipple clamps, all gone. It was just her body, her clothes, her bed, and the headphones plugged into each ear. She laid down in her bed and started the playlist. The relaxing audio hummed in her ears, letting me enjoy it with her. Her relaxed demeanor and sleepy state of mind mingled with mine, as we both listened to the calming audio, pulling us closer to dreamland. Then came the subliminals. They weren’t all hidden, but low enough to not interfere with sleeping, yet loud enough that I can barely make them out. I guess since it wasn’t my body, I was able to make out the words despite being in a near unconscious state of mind.

“Relax, sleep, listen. Let my words sink into you subconscious. It feels good to listen. Let me seep in your mind.” These words repeated over and over as we slept, fading into the background as more direct commands came through, the voice sounding so pleasant and easy to listen to.

“Submit to your desires. Give in to pleasure. Attraction is gender neutral. Men are attractive. But so are women. It’s easy to submit to either.” Easy to submit to either...

“Everything turns you on. You love sex. You love giving in to your desire. Be it with a strong man or a supple woman. You need to be dominated. You want to be dominated. You want to surrender.” The subliminals continued like this, their effects being felt through her. As it affected her psyche, its effects dribbled into mine like drool seeping into a sponge. I could feel it, the submissive nature, the need to be dominated, finding it even easier now to see anything turn me on, be it male or female feature. I wish I could touch myself, I wish she would wake and just start rubbing herself silly so I can feel it too, but she didn’t, lying there in her slumber, as I took a frontal assault of every subliminal we heard.

“Standing above you, from chiseled chest to luscious breast, hardened abdomen to soft tummies, hardened cock to glistening cunt. You want it, crave it, need it. Fall for it. Fall for me. I can give you everything. Just listen to me. Obey me. Surrender to me. I’ll give you what you most desire.” What I desire? Just the thought of being able to cum really softened my mind, let it open further for the words to sink in deeper.

“That’s right. What you desire, and it’s so easy. So easy to get there. You know it is. Just so simple.” So simple... “All you have to do is wake up and... my Patreon today!“

My eyes shot open, my body drenched in sweat and other fluids. I looked around, moving my hands a bit, getting a feel of things. Despite my eyes shooting wide open, I still felt like I needed a bit to wake up fully, my mind a bit foggy as one would have waking up from a deep sleep. I reached around until I found my phone, checking my home screen for the time. The phone lit up and I saw it was just a few minutes before my alarm went off. Good timing I guess, but...what kind of dream was that? The events of my dream were kind of a blur, but even so it was definitely something I never experienced before. Not only did it feel like I wasn’t myself, but the pleasure I felt, oh god, the pleasure felt so real... I got off from my bed, but the moment I stood up, I felt my knees buckle. I fell back onto my bed, and as my ass hit the mattress, the mild vibration coursed through my bottom, my body quivering with delight. I could feel my face scrunch with bliss, my eyes rolling up into my head, as a moan escaped my lips. With my breath ragged and the near orgasmic feel settling down, I could only think one thing. What the fuck was that? Whatever just happened made me realize just how sensitive I was, how much I needed to cum, how badly I needed to be dominated. I tried again to get up, my legs having regained some of their strength and made my way to the restroom. Every step I took, however, reminded me how sensitive I had become, even the gentle graze of my thighs touching each other sent mild shockwaves of pleasure up into my core. That dream did a job on me, like, god I’m so fucking horny... I barely made it into the shower, now just realizing how much dried up sweat and other “liquids” covered my body. Geez, I’m surprised I’m not cramping up right now... I turned the water on, ready to wash all this crap off my body. But as soon as the water my body, my mind nearly went white. I reflexively held on to the sidebar, my legs about to give out from the insane amount of pleasure as the water continued to hit my body, every drop like a small prick of ecstasy. I wanna cum, I need to cum, I wanna cum, I need to cum- These words streamed through my mind nearly non-stop, overwhelming me. I let myself softly plop onto the floor of the shower, my hands no longer touching the bar but myself. I rubbed myself silly with one hand as the other pawed at my breasts, pinching the nipples as I tried my hardest to get over the edge. C’mon, just cum, please cum, just cum, please cum- But I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, every time I felt myself about to finally go over the peak, to finally cum my brains out, my body just relaxed, my eyes unfocused, my movements slowing down just enough to bring me back to the starting line, despite the constant barrage of pleasure my shower brought down on me. This repeated itself for almost 30 minutes, tears rolling down my face, mixed with the water that poured down my body.

“Please, I just want to cum...", I sobbed softly to myself after my body refused to climax again. Feeling defeated, after my body fell from its high and before it had a chance to go back at into a fruitless frenzy, I mustered all the will I could to turn off the shower. Fighting the urge to plunge my hands back into my raging pussy, I managed to grab onto the dial and twist it, just enough to slow the flow of water to a trickle. Without the onslaught of stimulation, I slowly came back to my senses, or at least what senses I had left. What’s wrong with me...why am I like this... As I crawled my way back to my room, my legs still recovering from my “session”, dread creeped up on me, from wondering why I was so sensitive, to why I was so horny, and especially why couldn’t I cum. I know I hadn’t been able to in a week, but I thought if I stayed away from those stories long enough I would stop having that urge to cum with them. And yes, I knew it had really only been 30 something hours since the last time I read of them, but still! I been pent up before but I was never like this! As I finally arrived to my bedroom, I just kind of lay on the floor, letting what remaining moisture on my body dry off as my legs recovered a bit more. And I still have work today, damn it... I wanted so badly to call in, but I know I still needed to work on my own report a bit more before turning it in for the week. As well as knowing if I stayed here in my own abode, I’d be tempted to play with myself more when I should be weaning myself off this. I gazed at the ceiling, concern etched on my face of how my day at work will go.

“C’mon Nikki, you can do this...” I tried to motivate myself, picking myself off the floor, trying my hardest to ignore the small spikes of pleasure as I got dressed, every bit of fabric’s first touch feeling like a nightmare as my skin tingled with rapture. Thankfully I didn’t have to go in early today since I finished helping Hailey yesterday, which was a huge boon since it was taking forever to get dressed while also trying to avoid a mental breakdown. After almost an hour of struggling to don my clothes on and putting on less make-up than usual(I kept wanting to suck my fingers when my hands went to my face), I made my why to my car, making sure to sit down gently, ing what happened earlier when I sat on my bed a little too abruptly. As I drove my vehicle, my knuckles were white as I gripped as hard as I could to the steering wheel, ignoring the intoxicating feel of the mild vibrations my car made on the way to the office. Today was going to be hell, I thought as I bit my lip from both the anxiety and the pleasure.