The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Just type, don’t think, just type, don’t think, type, don’t think, type... I repeated in my mind over and over, every click and clack on my keyboard sending a mild shock of pleasure through my fingertips. I needed to ignore it, just type and don’t think of all the mind numbing stimulation, just type... Ah, this was so frustrating! Despite how good it felt to type, to fidget in my chair, to feel the clothes on my body softly graze over my tender flesh, it just wasn’t an appropriate time to be doing all this!

“I wanna go home...” I groaned to myself, as I continued typing up my report, a small amount of sweat forming from the insistent aroused state I was in.

“Hey Nikki, what’s up? You don’t look so good...” Hailey said what felt like out of nowhere, I didn’t even realize she was even at my cubicle. I glanced at her, trying to focus on my work, taken aback again at how hot she was. But I had to quell these feelings for now, just focus on my report.

“Don’t worry about me Hailey, I’m doing fine, just trying to concentrate on this here.” I replied to her my eyes trying not to look at her, keeping them forward on my monitor. Feeling her gaze on me along with the typing really made it hard for me to suppress my arousal, doing my best not to make it obvious.

“You sure Hailey? I mean, you look so flushed and you’re sweating a bit, too. I can even see through your shirt, forgot the bra again, huh?” She pointed out, eyeing my chest, the thin white fabric that already revealed so much of my cleavage showing even more of my skin from the mild amount of dampness. Please just go away, I thought as her pointing all this out was not helping. Suddenly I felt a hand on my forehead, my mind jolting from the touch. “Yeah, it feels like you got a fe—“

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I screamed out, interrupting her without realizing, breathing almost as hard and ragged as this morning. The soft sound of chairs adjusting could be heard, the other coworkers focusing their attention towards us. I glanced behind me and looked at a started and frightened Hailey. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, I just, I actually don’t feel too good, you’re right, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry Hailey..” I looked down, avoiding eye as I sat their, guilt-ridden, both for yelling at her and for feeling really fucking hot despite the situation. Hailey looked back, her face calming down from the shock, replaced with a face mixed with pity and understanding.

“It’s alright Nikki, I’ll give you some space for now.” Hailey backed off, turning to head back to her cubicle. “But Hailey, don’t forget you’re my friend, if you need to vent to anyone, I’ll always be here,” she said before going back to her desk. I felt even guiltier now, I couldn’t even look at my only friend as she left, which would have upset me more if I wasn’t trying to quell the raging arousal from her hand touching my forehead. When she placed it there, it felt like a hot iron, except searing bliss into me instead of pain. Even thinking about it made me drool a little, my hand slowly drifted to my groin. Noticing it’s movement, I snapped myself out of it and ushered all my will power forward to bring it back onto the keyboard, trying my hardest to focus on wrapping up my work for the day. At my current pace I could probably leave a few hours early today and use the weekend to try to regain some of my sanity. Assuming I was lucky enough to get permission from the boss man...

“Come on me...” I uttered through ragged breaths as the clock ticked ever so slowly to quitting time.

“Aaaand....done!” I said, submitting my work with a little more than 2 hours to spare before work ended. I relaxed in my chair, still fighting off the sensations as the thought of being able to leave early kept my attention off of them. But now was the hard part, getting permission to leave early from Nick, our supervisor. Usually we don’t interact with him since we can just submit everything digitally, but for these kinds of things, like leaving early for things like medically and family related, they had a policy for us to see them in-person first before granting permission. And usually they would be fine with it, but I don’t know if I’ll be so lucky since at most I can tell them is that I don’t feel good. Heck, if anything I’m feeling too good. I got up slowly, being aware of every bit of movement, taking precaution to make sure I didn’t graze and touch stuff unnecessarily. As I walked to Nick’s office, I could feel the small jiggles of my breast coupled with the stares from employees that heard me ing by. It was getting me so hot and bothered, I felt my pussy tremble, my face contorting to the pleasure, feeling like I was on the world’s longest catwalk as everyone gawked at my sexy, fuckable bod-

“Come in!” I nearly jumped in shock, I didn’t even realize I had reached the door to Nick’s office already, let alone knocked. Getting my head back in order, I turned the handle slowly and let myself in. Nick was busy doing some paperwork on his desk as I approached him, not even aware who was in front of him. I felt lucky he wasn’t gazing at my body like a piece of meat, since it let me gather my thoughts more easily, but for some reason, it also annoyed me.

“Hey, Nick, um, I finished my work for the day and already turned it in. Do you mind if I left early today? I’m not feeling very well...” I said, my voice sounding a bit sultry.

“Oh Nikki, I’m glad you’re here. I don’t mind letting you go early but I have been getting some reports from your colleagues about your attire and wanted to—” Nick was saying, cutting himself off as he finally took his eyes off his paperwork and saw me, flushed, sweaty, the revealing clothing not doing much to help me from looking like a slut in heat. “Um, yeah, as I was...", he tried to continue, obviously stunned by my pornographic body. He forcefully coughed, averting his eyes a bit before going off again. “Yes, okay, Nikki, as I was saying, that kind of attire was reported to me. I wanted to make sure with you if they were false claims but it seems that they were not. You need to make sure you dress more appropriately, understand?” I don’t know why but I felt conflicted. I understood that what I’m wearing isn’t exactly the most modest attire, but still, I come to really like these outfits. They felt so liberating, so good to wear, and they look professional looking enough, I think. But at the same time, hearing him tell me what to do, knowing he had power over me, the heat I had suppressed all day flared, my body wriggled unconsciously, squirming like a horny teenager gawking at their hot professor.

“Sir, are you sure this isn’t, mmf, work appropriate?” I said, not realizing I was right in front of his desk already, bent over, my hands ing me on his desk, giving him a good-no, GREAT look at my cleavage, as my breasts dangled enticingly in front of him. I didn’t even notice I was biting my lips flirtatiously as I gazed at him, seeing his eyes pivot towards me slowly from their averted position. Fuck I want him.

“Y-yes Nikki, it’s v-very inappropriate...” His eyes kept darting between my face and my breast, as though he was trying to find where it was most appropriate to look at. Oh that’s so cute.

“Really? It is? Tell me, what’s so inappropriate about it?” I raised my leg onto his desk, my skirt lifting just enough with it to tease him. God it feels so good messing with him...but why?

“W-well it, um, it reveals so much of your, uh, your tits-I mean breasts!” Nick tried to explain, flustered as he tried to stay professional in his explanation. He looked so cute trying to maintain his composure. So fuckably cute. I could feel my nipples getting hard from how hot and bothered I was making him.

“No, you’re right sir, they are tits, it’s alright to say that. Huge tits, in fact. And they feel so suffocated when I wear too much up top. You understand, don’t you? The need to feel comfortable at work?” I said with a lascivious smile, my mind being directed by primal desire alone.

“I u-understand the n-need to f-f-feel comfortable at work but even so it’s inappropriate, o-okay? And your skirt is t-too short as w-well! P-please take care of it!” His eyes drifted down as he pointed out my skirt, his eyes desperately fighting the urge to look for an opening to get a peek of my panties. Not like I was wearing any today, teehee.

“My skirt too?” I traced my finger up my thigh to the hem of my skirt. “I mean, you can’t see down there, and that’s what counts, no? Or maybe...you did see something?” I teased, my chest starting to heave noticeably from the sexual tension.

“I didn’t see anything! I mean, just take care of it as soon as you can!” You can tell he was getting frustrated in more ways than one. But fuck, hearing him being assertive, oh god, I need him...

“You’re the boss, I’ll take care of it immediately.” I winked at him before getting off his desk. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, taking it off slowly, enjoying the feel of it as it came off my body, clinging to my giant jugs, making them bounce and jiggle as it came off, a moan escaping my lips as they did. Nick’s eyes nearly burst out of his head, his face growing into a crimson red as he watched my seductive performance. That’s right, look at me, all of me.

“Nikki, what the fuck are you doing?!” He asked, his eyes now glued to the sight of my massive milkers, not even trying to avert his gaze anymore.

“Just doing what you asked, I’m taking care of it immediately.” I explained, my hands now at the waistband of my skirt, lowering it slowly, as it sifted down my squirming thighs. Nick in the meantime had his jaw drop at the realization she wasn’t even wearing panties, his cock now hard enough to form a very obvious tent which I noticed after I let my skirt drop to the floor. Seeing it felt like I had found my prize. I licked my lips, a craving building inside me as he continued checking my now naked form. “There Nick, just like you asked, I took care of it, happy?” The shock on his face was indescribable. He got up, nearly slamming his hands on the desk, slouching forward just a bit to hide his erection best he could. Guess he caught me staring.

“Are you insane?! Undressing at the workplace, in my office no less!” He yelled out, but not too loudly, his tone a mix of anger and excitement as he tried his hardest to maintain eye , knowing my body was still on full display even to his peripheral vision.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was only trying to follow orders sir,” I said in a ditzy, bimbo tone, pouting my lips. I bent forward again, leaning onto his desk, looking at him as I raised my ass into the air. “I think I might need to be disciplined sir, I been a very naughty employee.” A small giggle escaped my luscious lips as I saw his resolve begin to crumble, my ass swaying hypnotically.

“Yeah, I think I might have to...” The words left his lips with nearly no energy, a small hint of resistance to succumbing to his desires. He took his hands off the desk and began walking around to the other side, keeping his eyes on my body the entire time, my head tilted, resting on his desk as I watched him approach me. He wasn’t even trying to hide his erection at this point, as he finally arrived, his body towering over mine. His hand, gently placed on my mid back, made its way up my raised rear, giving my cheek a nice squeeze, eliciting a hefty moan from me as the pleasure shot through every nerve ending he touched. He bent forward, his mouth centimeters from my ear and whispered, “You know what naughty sluts like you need?” He took his hand off my ass as he told me the answer I had been waiting for. “A nice, old fashioned spanking...” Before I could even brace myself, his hand slapped my tender flesh, my knees almost giving out to the overwhelming sensation, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I gasped in ecstasy. I could feel my body beginning to moisten, from the sweat on my skin to the fluids seeping out of my aching cunt. And then again, his hand swatted some more, every time using all my strength from collapsing. That’s when he stopped. Before I could even turn my head around to see what he was doing, I heard the clank of his belt hit the floor. My pussy quivered in anticipation as I heard his pants follow suit, a soft thud as they hit the ground. Oh please, I fucking need this so bad. I could hear the sound of his footsteps as he aligned himself right behind me, his hands now holding onto my waist, the sensation so overwhelming but not as much as what I was about feel next. Oh god, mmf, here it comes, please dominate this stupid bitch, hurry! Finally, with a gentle touch at first, I felt the head of his cock push against my entrance. My mind blanked for a moment as I could feel every inch enter me, my pussy clenching around every bit as it finally settled inside. And just when I thought it was over and I could take a quick breather, it slowly pulled out, only to ram back inside me. My brain nearly exploded with euphoria, every bit of my body tingling, barely managing to hang on as I he rammed into it over and over again. His hands reached around, finding their way to my bouncing tits, squeezing them, groping them, every finger, every pinch sending me closer and closer to the edge. “God your pussy feels so good Nikki.” I heard him say as he continued his ravenous onslaught. Oh god, he feels so fucking good. I’m so fucking close, I’m so fucking- Then I felt it, he sped up even more, his cock twitching, his breathing was more noticeable as I felt it brush against my neck and ear. I want it, I want to be filled up so bad.

“That’s right...", I managed to mutter out, “Cum in my pussy! Make this dumb slut your personal cum dump-aah!” Before I could finish goading him, his hips stopped moving abruptly as his cock pumped load after load into me, the subtle splash made by his semen coating my walls making me writhe, taking me right to the brink of orgasm. Yes, I can feel it, I’m almost there! My pussy clenched and trembled, like it was about to burst. But it didn’t. I can feel myself calming down, like I just finished running a marathon, trying to catch my breath as I felt him slowly pulling out, half hoping he’d thrust back in, but even I could tell he was well spent. As he picked up his pants, I felt myself automatically reaching for my own clothes. Why...why is it always like this... As I put my clothes back on, I could feel the mood shift between us, like we both had a moment of clarity. He went around back to his seat, looking at me, trying to find the words to explain himself as much as I was myself.

“Um...Nick, I don’t know what...I mean, I’m not sure what came over me...I—” I tried to explain, but was cut off.

“I think it’s best if you just leave for the day. And...” He paused, looking at a photo on his desk. “Let’s just forget this happened, okay?” I nodded, leaving his office and making sure to close the door securely behind me, catching a glance of him pulling out a bottle before it shut. My mind was racing now, everything that just transpired slowly setting in. I made sure I had all my things as I hastily made it to the parking garage. Ignoring all the tingling that had been torturing me all day, I made it to my car, opened it and sat down, not caring if the thud on my ass would send another wave of pleasure. Making sure my door was closed securely, I took a deep breathe in and...

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” I shrieked, grasping my hair, a few tears rolled down my face. I have had it, I have had it! I was at my wit’s end here! Day after day, dealing with this sexual frustration, these intrusive thoughts! I molested Hailey, I fucked my own boss, what next?! And the worst part, the WOSRT part about all of this is that despite the guilt, the embarrassment, the denial, despite all of that, I, for whatever sick reason, found all this to be hot as fuck. Just ing them made me want to plunge my hands into my cum filled pussy, but I knew that would be pointless. My hands dropped from my hair at that thought and clenched onto the steering wheel as I started the car. I don’t care anymore, I’m getting permission to cum, one way or another... I peeled out and headed back home, ready to finally that stupid patreon, my sex trembling in anticipation despite my irritation.