The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I parked quickly, not caring about how skewed my vehicle was as I turned off the car and hurried inside. I ignored the overwhelming waves of pleasure caused by my constant movement as I rushed into my room. Throwing my stuff to the side, I immediately turned on my computer, throwing my clothes off as it slowly booted up. Come on, hurry! After about a minute or so the home screen finally appeared. I made my way to the website and clicked the first story of PitayaCat I could find. There, I scrolled down immediately and found what I had been searching for. I clicked on the Patreon link and quickly moused over to the “Submissive tier”, my eyes glazing over the fact I was already signed up for the free “Unaware tier” that was listed right above. Before I proceeded, I made sure I had my credit card in hand, my mind hesitating one last time before finally pushing the last remaining bits of doubt out of my head as I clicked on the button to upgrade(?) my hip. There, I was greeted with the traditional payment screen, quickly putting in my information, agreed to the of service, accept notifications, blah, blah, blah, and done! I went back to the main page where all of his posts were at. My eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning, as story after story appeared before me, the endings to so many that I had been craving, that had felt so out of reach, were not within my grasp. My mouth hanged open, drool softly spilling as it had many time this week down my chin and onto my chest as I wondered where to begin. Then I ed something. I quickly swiveled in my chair to my drawer and opened it. All the toys I bought recently, the ones I had no recollection of getting, sitting there. Somewhere in my subconscious I knew I got these for a reason and that was be as immersed into the story as I could. A gulp went down my throat as I pulled each one out, one by one, setting them next to my keyboard on my desk within hand’s reach. If I’m going to finally do this, I might as well do this right. And that’s when it occurred to me, there was no way I can get into it if one of my hands was busy scrolling through the text! Feeling a little disappointed as I looked for the ending from the first story I read, something else came back to the front of my mind. The Text to Speech program! I opened it up and saw it had an update. Curious, I let it do its job as I opened more tabs, finding the other stories I had read, getting the menial work out the way now so I can quickly jump from one to the next. That’s when the software finished it completion along with some patch notes.

“Thank you for using EZRead! We have some new updates our reading fanatics may enjoy!” It said listing a couple of additions along with some bug fixes. I skimmed through the pop up. Right as I was about to close the small window, one of the added features caught my eyes.

-New AutoPlay feature! Like a playlist, just load your files in the order you want and we’ll play them automatically!

Wait, if I can do that now than that means... I went to each of the tabs and saw the each story was able. Immediately I did just that and loaded them into the playlist. This was the best thing I could imagine, so now my hands were completely available for me to really get into the story(or get myself off) and I didn’t have to worry about interrupting the flow with trivial tab and window jumping. Oh, I’m so fucking ready for this! I looked at the playlist of the stories so far. Hm, now how do I want to arrange this... I wanted for sure to listen to Tiffany’s Therapy first, since it was the first one that got me hooked, but I know Tricking Claire has a lot of toy usage and the others don’t have as many, so maybe I should put that last. And then there’s Elizabeth’s Accidental Corruption, if I recall was just listening to subliminals. She was just about to meet her master and surrender to whoever they were, letting their domination solidify and finally allow her to climax. God, just ing them is making me squirm... Maybe that should be second since the toys might be the grand finale. But what about Sheltered Sarah? I thought about that as I shifted the stories around to their appropriate spot. I don’t even much from that story, strangely enough besides the immersive video it had. Was there even a second part I wanted to watch from that? Not to mention the other story, Submit and Forget, the one with the 2nd person view that tranced the reader with it’s induction. The only thing I wanted to know from that one was to find out what happened to me. Which did make me think if I should check that out first. But something inside told me it would be better if I read these other stories before finding out. Alright, I conceded to that whim and set up the playlist. But before I finalized it, I noticed the tab I did open for Sheltered Sarah did have a second part along with another video to get immersed into. If that’s the case, as much as I want Tricking Claire to be last, I feel like this one should be saved for that instead, since it does have a video and I don’t recall what happened last time I read it. Last thing I need is to get too immersed and not even Claire’s finale. Okay, I think it’s settled then, Tiffany, Elizabeth, Claire, Sarah, and then if I have time or haven’t died from overstimulation, finally see what that induction did to me. Okay! I clapped my hands together, forgetting that my body felt like one huge erogenous zone, eliciting a small gasp from me before I calmed down, put my head phones on and pressed play. As the chapter began for Tiffany’s Therapy, I noticed something from the Patreon page. I didn’t realize it at first but the thumbnail to identify this entry was a gif of a coin swinging back and forth, like the one described in the story the therapist used. It feels like I’ve seen it before too... Feeling its allure, I decided to full screen it, giving me something to look at as I let the story’s audio guide me to a world of, hopefully, euphoric imagination.

Oh god yes! Fuck this is so good! My hands were rubbing myself senseless as I stared at the swinging coin gif, the story getting to close to its climax. And my climax. My chair was drenched in my sweat and juices, following along with what Tiffany was doing, her mind and will in the capable hands of her therapist.

“That’s right Tiffany, keep rubbing, you can feel the need to cum but you can’t. You know what you need, don’t you??” His voice permeated into my ears, feeling myself nod along with Tiffany, her mouth agape just like mine. I realized part way through the reading that another one of the neat features added was the ability for the TTS program to recognize if it was reading a male or female’s lines and adjusted its tone to give a better listening experience. And it was so good, cause, like, oh my gosh, it literally felt like he was talking to me like I was Tiffany. I fingered myself faster just thinking about being the one on her knees, falling helplessly to his words, not realizing that I was already on my knees as I rubbed my clit back and forth, matching the coins swing and sway. “Good, now do you see you never needed to worry about your sister, Tiffany? She understood she needed me as much as you do. Are you ready for your reward my darling?” He continued holding the coin in front of her as he got closer, his pants falling to the ground around his ankles, his cock springing forward just barely visible in her peripherals. Her lips parted more, drooling now, as if she was looking at the tastiest piece of meat that she’s seen in her life. “Go ahead Tiffany, you know you want it.” He goaded her, knowing full well she was conditioned to want this, to crave this. And she did, her head moving slightly forward, allowing her open mouth to meet his cock, sliding inside slowly, it’s scent overwhelming her along with the taste, its tip hitting the back of her throat. Oh my god, it’s like I can feel it too, it’s so thick, mmf... Muffled moans escaped my lips as I deep throated my dildo, not even aware that I even had it in my mouth. “Oh, you’ve got such a lovely throat,” he grunted out as he started face fucking her, pushing his dick further down each thrust. Fuck my mouth harder, fuck, ah... Tiffany was getting so close to finally cumming. Which meant I was getting close, the thought of it making me rub even more with my one free hand. One? Before I could think why I only had one hand available, the other pumped the dildo even faster into my mouth, like it was getting ready to reach its own orgasm. Oh fuck, yes please... “Tiffany, I’m almost there, get ready, okay?” Her therapist said, his thrust going just as fast as the phantom cock in my mouth, Tiffany feeling it twitch more and more. “And when I do, just your training...” This left Tiffany confused for a split second before ing her conditioning.

“Yesh Mashter...", we both said reflexively at the same time, or at least we tried to with our mouths stuffed.

“Good girl, now get ready, I should be cumming in 3...” Oh god, its finally happening, please, please, please! I felt my body begin to shake in anticipation, kneeling in a puddle of my own arousal, my eyes debating on closing from the onslaught of pleasure or staying open to continue seeing that lovely coin on the screen. “2...” Almost, so close. That’s when my body shuddered a little. I felt scared, a small despair creeping up on me. I’m so used to being teased like this, bringing me to the edge only to be denied. I didn’t want that. I was so tired of being toyed with like-

“One...", he said, interrupting my trepidation, my mind feeling a spark begin to ignite as he said the magic words, “Cumming...” With that, he unloaded into Tiffany’s mouth, his semen coating every inch and bit of her mouth. Ahhh...aaaahh...

“AAAAaAAAaaaah!” A guttural scream escaped my mouth, barely muffled by the dildo. My eyes widened in shock, my whole body quivering as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rammed into every nerve of my being. I could see stars as I collapsed to my side, the dildo falling out of my mouth, a dreamy smile spreading across my face. I came. Oh fuck, I finally came. It was so amazing I couldn’t even hear what was being read to me, but I knew it was coming to an end. Before I could even muster any strength, lying on the floor basking in the afterglow, I heard the next story being queued up. I didn’t even have a chance to pause it before the narrator started reading off, feeling compelled to just listen, even in my current state. Just...one more.

“That’s right sweetie, listen and be brought to the edge. You can feel it, this is what you been waiting for, this is what you needed...” I could feel it, I could definitely feel it. As the subliminals were being seeped into Elizabeth’s subconscious, the audio made it feel like I was listening along with her. Experiencing what she felt. And god it felt so good. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get so close to the edge again after that last orgasm, but here I was, halfway through this story, still on the floor, rubbing my pussy silly as I could hear the subliminals bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm, ing only slightly that this was a prelude to Elizabeth’s own climax, one she had been so desperately craving.

“That’s right sweetheart, feeling the pressure build up more and more, I know you feel like you can’t bear it anymore, but I know you can. Your mistress knows you can, right baby?” The voice, once described as too soft to tell what gender it was, now full blown sexual goddess thanks to the audio program.

“Yes mistress,” Elizabeth and I said in unison, both of us holding back our orgasms, lost in the sounds and words of the recording.

“Mmmm...you made your mistress so happy. I assume you been a good girl and listened to the rest of my playlist before this last audio, right?” I nodded along with Elizabeth, feeling so good to be nice and honest and obedient to her. Reading what she listened to counts, right? “Naughty girls who didn’t, wake up now and queue the playlist from the beginning. Good girls though...listen closely now as I will give you your reward.” Oh god, here it comes. Here we cum... “I will only say this once, okay? I want you to get up and call XXX-XXXX. Obedient pets who know they need to submit more than anything else in the world will obey and call. You are an obedient pet of mine, right?” We both nodded again, our minds searing the number into our brain. “Good...then do it now, listen and obey!” The subliminals ended there and Elizabeth grabbed her phone mindlessly and started dialing the number right away. It was so hot, knowing she was calling her mistress, her owner, for that last and final push. It felt so immersive, I swear I felt like I was dialing along with her, feeling my fingers around my phone, navigating to the number pad through muscle memory. Even the feel of the phone against my ear felt so realistic, as a soft ring coursed through my head before it finally stopped.

“Ah, so you are at the end of Elizabeth’s corruption,” an unfamiliar voice spoke. Before I could even what I had just done, the words spilled out of my mouth on their own.

“Yes mistress...” My own response eliciting a shock of arousal throughout my core as I waited for her to speak back.

“That’s a good girl. Then get ready in 3...2..—", she cut herself off with a loud snap of her fingers before immediately saying the magic words we had been waiting for. “Cum. Now. Obey.” Just like before, maybe even harder in fact, I could feel my cunt explode, my body shaking again, my mind being wracked in pleasure, my breath trying its hardest to catch up. I could hear laughter close to my ear, as I felt myself submitting to the pleasure and to mistress. With my head still blanked out from bliss, I could hear the laughter subside and start saying something. I didn’t recognize what she was saying, or asking, but I felt my mouth open and close, words coming out like I was answering her questions. But there’s no way, right? I don’t know how long this lasted but eventually I heard a call hang up and my eyes fluttered. My mind felt like it was finally coming back to me, now aware enough to realize the story was ending. There’s no way I can keep going after all that. I mustered my strength and got off the floor, sitting back on my chair to get ready to close the program. That’s when I noticed that I apparently when I fell to the floor during the first story, I must have accidentally scrolled down the patreon page cause the coin gif was no longer there. Instead another gif had replaced it, with the caption underneath, “Tricking Claire.” So this is what Claire saw, I thought as I saw the gif constantly displaying the shapes and spirals described in her story, in bright, colorful tones, dancing across the screen. Too distracted by the visuals, the next story began its tale as I sat there, staring blankly at the screen.

I don’t know how long time had ed. I don’t when the small red light appeared above my computer. I don’t even recall filling every hole on my body with some type of toy. The only thing I did know was that none of it mattered. All that mattered was being a good submissive slut for my master. To make sure I was trained and ready to go in a moment’s beat. To know that all this pleasure was because of him. As I continued my depraved acts, a dildo up my pussy, a plug in my ass, a gag stuffed in my mouth, my nipples pinched, growing ever so more sensitive, I could feel myself building closer and closer to cumming again. I didn’t think it was possible for it to happen another time tonight. I actually didn’t think at all. It was too hard to think. All I wanted to do was obey Master, to satisfy him, to cum for him, please him. What started as another one of PitayaCat’s stories became something more as I felt myself syncing to Claire’s mindset, her body, her actions, the sensations she felt, everything. And it all felt so good. Somewhere along the way I felt like this might be a bit too much, that I should stop. But that thought got immediately quelled. Why stop this? It felt so good. It felt so right. Why worry? That felt wrong, and doing something wrong was no good. Just need to feel right. As I continued displaying my body, watching the screen as I squirmed and writhed with the constant stimulation of my toys, I heard what sounded like words. Of course, the story was still being played through my headphones, hearing words was natural. I didn’t have to actually know exactly what they were saying, as long as my subconscious mind did. And right now it understood that it was getting close. Close to finally submitting, to obeying, to cumming, solidifying itself as my master’s obedient slut. With a nod of my head, I could feel a signal. And for the third time tonight, my brain was buried in copious amounts of euphoria. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my moans and screams of ecstasy were muffled by my gag. The walls of my cunt and ass clenched and squeezed, trying their best to drain the fake cocks stuffed within. As my body twitch and spasmed, I could feel it. Something had clicked in my head. I was no longer in control, nothing more than a puppet, fueled by lust and desire. No thoughts, no worries, just obedience. As the tremors died down, I could feel my hands moving on their own bringing the mouse’s cursor to turn off the text-to-speech program and going to the patreon page, finding Sarah’s second part. Clicking on it, there wasn’t anymore to the story, just the video labeled “Part 2”. I’d usually be put off by this, if I had still thoughts to spare for myself anymore. Instead I just mindlessly clicked play, not even acknowledging the 6 hour length, or the fact in between the video playing and the TTS program being paused, I could hear myself softly utter the phrase, “Must...obey...Master...P...C...", over and over again. I didn’t need to acknowledge it, I just need to adjust myself on my soaked chair, take out and off all the toys I had on and inside of me, and look at the spiral. And so I did.

“Are you sure she didn’t tell you anything else?” Hailey pleaded once more to her supervisor, hoping for any type of update.

“No Hailey, she just called me Monday morning and said she was reg. Nothing more. Just stop worrying about it for the time being, you’re just stressing yourself out over nothing.” Nick tried to assure Hailey as he continued working on his computer.

“Well is there any reason why you think she might have quit? Anything at all come to mind by chance?” She asked again, seeing if she could find any clue as to why Nikki quit so suddenly. Nick’s face turned a little red recalling last Friday before shaking it off.

“No, I don’t, I only know as much as you do. Now if that’s all you need from me, please just get back to work, the days almost done with anyway and you have the whole weekend to find out more on your own. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have this report to work on that a Ms. Nikki oh so lovingly left me to do with her now gone.” He told her, as he got back to typing out faster than anyone she had seen at the office. Hailey made her way back to her cubicle, worried about Nikki and her whereabouts. When she didn’t show up Monday, Hailey gave her a text, just thinking she was late or overslept, but she only replied with, “Busy”. It was a little worrying but she brushed it off assuming she was just playing hooky for once in her boring life. Granted she definitely was not boring this last week. Hailey recalled from her outfits to the steamy moment she shared with her that left her pretty flustered. I know I stopped her, but honestly, thinking on it now, I wonder how things would have been if I let her have her way with me... She shook her head, similarly to how her boss did, trying to clear her head. Then after being gone for three days, she asked Nick if he had any idea what was going on only to be told she had quit on Monday. That pissed her off a bit since he didn’t tell her at all but he said he had no obligation to just divulge details about a former employee and that she should be lucky he even told her that in the first place. What an ass. That being said, the shock from that revelation spurred a visit from her after work only to find her apartment was vacant, as seen from her drapeless windows. That’s when she really started to panic. She called her again only to be hung up on immediately and sent another text with the same message as before. Busy. She started to spam her with messages now, but every time it was the same thing over and over again. Busy. Busy. Busy. I gave up on trying to texting her and decided to ask again on Friday, and here she was, walking back to her cubicle after failing to find anymore clues from Nick. She had heard around that she had talked to him last Friday before leaving so Hailey thought he might have some idea, but no such luck.

“Nikki, where could you possibly have gone?” Hailey uttered to herself as she got back to wrapping up her own report for the week. She couldn’t help but think that maybe it was her fault this had happened, maybe asking her to help with her screwup led to this situation.

As Hailey finished the last of her week’s work, she went to her email and sent it to Nick. At least that’s taken care of for now. Maybe I’ll make a missing person’s report when I get back home. Can I even do that though? It’s not like she’s my relative and she did quit on her own accord. Ah, this is all so frustrating! She was on the verge of pulling her hair out from all the overthinking going on in her head. She can deal with that when she got home though, and with that in mind she calmed down a bit before making sure everything was in its proper place before turning everything off for the day. But before she had a chance to log out from her work email, she noticed a recently received email with a familiar address. Is that...Nikki?! She quickly opened it and started reading.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Hi Hailey! Miss me? xP

Hey Hailey! Sorry I been auto replying to your text! I been really busy! I got this new job offer this weekend and I had to jump on it! You wouldn’t believe the pay they offered, nor the benefits. Just thinking about them, oh god, but that can wait for now. The only thing about it was that I had to move, but luckily they had really nice and strong men to help me pack and take my things to the housing they provided. That’s right Hailey, it includes housing! Granted we still gotta pay rent, but its much cheaper than my current place! So yeah, sorry about all that! It was an opportunity I couldn’t up on! I hope you understand! Also, you’re probably curious as to why I emailed you instead of calling, and that’s cause I wanted to send you something. A friend of mine, you probably don’t know them, has been getting into writing and wanted us to review his latest work. And you HAVE to read it! I’m calling in my favor for this one girl :3 I’ll call you later today and we can talk about more stuff and the story as well, assuming you read it by then. Before I forget, I recommend you reading it somewhere private, he’s one of those naughty writers xD. Anyways, I’ll ttyl! Oh, one last thing, I attached an mp3 with some relaxing music, if you find yourself needing a way to tune out the outside world to better focus on the story while you read it. It’s really good, trust me! Okay, that’s enough for now, bye!

Hailey read over the email, some bits of relief washing over her as she took notice to the attachments. As much I was want to reprimand her for flaking on us, I’m just so happy that she seems alright, Hailey thought to herself as she saw the files named “OppurtunityAwaitsAtMCTech.txt” and “Blank.mp3”. After sending a quick reply to confirm she had gotten her message, she forwarded the email to her personal one before gathering her belongings and clocking out. There was still a lingering feel of concern, but hopefully Nikki will let her have ease of mind when they talk later on tonight. She hurried out of the building, wanting to get home as soon as possible so she could read the story to make sure there was more to discuss. A small giggle escaped her lips, thinking how silly it was going to be talking about erotica with Nikki. Little did Hailey know...