The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next time someone tells you, ‘a bet is a bet’ tell them my story. The bet that landed me here involved BunnyCon. For two days a year, the Friday and Saturday before Easter to be exact, our local convention center hosts a gathering for people with a fetish for Playboy Bunnies. The place is overrun with real bunnies, fake bunnies, the bunny curious, and those, like me, who find them oh so sexy. My friends are all too aware of that and bet me I wouldn’t attend the convention dressed as a bunny myself. My male ego ruffled at the idea but eventually I agreed.

So, there I was, roaming the convention floor in a black bunny suit and white ear headband feeling like an idiot. Oh, the looks those people were giving me. To make matters worse I had to go up to at least three tables where people were selling their wares or showing off their collections and record it. I was gonna kill my friends for this.

I went to a collection table first. The woman manning the table seemed unable to stop herself from giggling at the sight of me. God, I blushed so hard.

The next table was a meet and greet with a genuine former Playboy Bunny. She was surrounded by adoring fans. Correction, she was surrounded by adoring male fans. It was if someone had declared today a field day for this muscle bound idiots.

“Hey there, Cutie,” one of them teased, “your boyfriend around?”

They all got a good laugh outta that.

“Look at this little pervert,” said another.

He gave me a shove for good measure. I stumbled back into one of the other guys who had surrounded me and began pushing me back and worth with taunts like ‘wimp’, ‘pussy’, ‘pansy’, and anything else they could think of. I hit something solid behind me and the whole area fell silent.

“Hello, Handsome.”

Blinking in confusion I looked up at the woman who had just spoken to me. I had to bend my head all the way back to take her in. She was simply gorgeous. She was also massive. She was by far the biggest woman in the room. The top of my head only brushed the underside of her massive chest. Said chest was straining her violet bodysuit to its near breaking point. The washboard abs below that chest were so clear through the suit I was sure they were rubbing a hole through the material as I sat there gawking at her. Her arms and legs, barely encased in grey stockings, were ripped as well. Her intense violet eyes matched the shade of her eye shadow. Her wavy reddish-brown hair framed a gorgeous face. A pair of half-lens reading glasses sat perched before those intense eyes. She had the fullest, reddest lips I’d ever seen.

“H…hello,” I finally managed to squeak out.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Vic.”

“Nice to meet you, Vic. I’m Danae.”

She then turned her attention back to the others.

“Picking on my sweet little Vic? Oh boys, have you made a mistake.”

“We’re not… we’re not afraid of you,” one of them said.

“Oh, no?”

She gently pushed me aside and took two steps forward. The entire crowd of men backed up as one. She smiled a knowing smile at them.

The largest of the gang was nudged forward by his closest buddy.

“You can take her.”

“Yeah… yeah! That’s right.”

I watched as he psyched himself up, jumping up and down getting into a fighting pose. As soon as he raised his fists Danae grabbed one in her hand and effortlessly yanked him up into the air and slammed him back down. It was such a blur of motion that the man looked as confused as hurt laying there ass up in the air. The others just looked at their fallen friend in disbelief.

She grabbed the nearest one and lifted him over her head single handedly. She gave him a smirk before smashing him into the meet and greet sign, collapsing it into a pile of canvas and metal framework. Two more rushed her but with one powerful kick each, fired in rapid succession I might add, she sent then falling back onto the first guy, who was still stunned on the floor. Only one guy remained standing.

He ran away.

She wrapped her arm around me, pinning mine to my sides, and effortlessly lifted off the ground like I was a baby. She rounded on the short, blonde former bunny.

“If I ever catch you letting something like happen again, you’ll them on the floor.”

She crossed her arms like a petulant child.

“You can’t threaten me.”

“Only the weak make threats. I’m just stating a fact.”

It was then she turned her attention back to me.

“Are you OK? Did they hurt you?”

“No… no, just my pride. Though this outfit beat them to it. Last time I make a bet.”

“I think it looks great on you.”

“You do?”

“I do. I find you… irresistible.”

“That’s nice of you to say but…”

I never got a chance to finish. She had begun a barrage of kisses all over my face. Each time her lips pulled away I could feel a lipstick print being left behind. Part of me knew I looked even stupider now but a larger part of me didn’t want it to end. I was so distracted by this strange new turn of events I hadn’t realized she had started walking.

“Um, where are we going?”

“Back to my booth.”

“You have a booth?”

“I do; I’m a vendor. I sell homemade Bunny merchandise among other things.”

“What kind of… other things?”

“I’m so glad you asked.”

She carried me behind the table of her little stand and sat down, keeping me firmly in her lap as she did so. She pulled a tablet out of her tote bag on the floor and set it up on its little folding pyramid base the case formed and brought up a video.

“I make relaxion aids. ASMR stuff. Listen.”

She pulled out a large pair of noise dampening headphones and turned them on before placing them over my ears. Sound remained but everything was deeply muffled.

“Hey!”

Ignoring my minor protest she hit play. My ears were filled with the sounds of a rainstorm. Just like the computer generated one outside a fake window on the screen.

“Lovely sound, isn’t it? The Rain?”

I was about to answer when she appeared on the screen in the same outfit. I realized it had been part of the video and was glad I wasn’t dumb enough to ask.

“It never fails to relax me. How about you? No? Have you ever even given it a chance? I thought not. Come here, sit in my lap and let me show you. That’s right, just lean back against my big ol’ breasts. Let their pillowy softness cradle your sleepy little head. Aren’t they just soooo…. soooft?”

My head was leaning against them in real life. They were softer than anything else I’d ever felt.

“See how they gently rise and fall with each breath I take? Feel how they lift you up and down? It’s sooo … soooothing, isn’t it?”

I had to it it was. Her voice on the tape switched to a whisper.

“That’s it. Just lay back and rest on my breasts as you listen to the patter of the rain… the rhythm of my breathing… the beat of my heart… just let it all relax you. No what makes it all feel even better?”

“What?”

“Closing your eyes and letting your other senses do all the work. Just give in and let go.”

Just as I failed to that I had answered the video aloud I didn’t think twice about closing my eyes and doing just as she asked. It was the most blissful feeling in the world.

I only caught parts of what was said next.

“Stop thinking, just let me take care of you.”

“You feel so safe in my arms.”

“I know what’s best for you. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

“You look so sexy in your little outfit. You love it. You love how it feels against you. You want to wear it as much as possible.”

“You feel like you’ve known me your entire life. You trust me to take care of you.”

“You are in no rush to end our time together.”

When I opened my eyes again three things became clear in quick succession. The first was that I had clearly dozed off. I hoped I hadn’t offended Danae. It was then I realized I wasn’t in her lap anymore. I wasn’t in a chair in her booth. I wasn’t in her booth. I wasn’t even in the convention center anymore. I was in a hotel room. To be exact, I was in a hotel room bed.

“What happened?”

“My video relaxed you a little too much, it seems.”

That led to the third revelation: I was not alone. Danae came out of the bathroom, still in her bunny suit.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, blushing.

“Don’t be. It’s the best endorsement I ever had. Everyone was impressed how deep I was able to put you to sleep. I made a killing.”

“Glad I could… help, I guess.”

“You won’t believe how many people saw our outfits and thought we were a couple.”

“Bet that was embarrassing.”

“I told them we were.”

“Why would you do that?”

“To put it out there in the universe. Let fate make it happen.”

“Funny.”

“Why’s that?”

“There’s no way a woman as amazing as you would ever want a little runt like me.”

“Look where you are.”

It was only then did it truly dawn on me. I lived in town, I didn’t have a hotel room. I was in her bed.

“You just brought me here cause you couldn’t wake me up and didn’t know where else to take me.”

“I didn’t even try to wake you up.”

“Why not?”

“You fit perfectly in my lap. Your body fits perfectly in my arms. Your head fits perfectly between my breasts. Everything about you is what I want in my lover. It was like you were made for me. I realized I didn’t need to ask the universe for you. It had already given you to me. All I had to do was be bold enough to take you. If there is one word above all that can describe me it would be bold.”

To emphasize her point she climbed onto the bed, on all fours, and began crawling toward me.

“D…Danae…”

“Yes, my sweet little Vic?”

“What…what are you doing?”

“I think you know.”

“This is a bit… sudden, isn’t it?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N…no… just… be gentle.”

“You don’t worry about that. So stop thinking, just let me take care of you.”

Something about hearing her say those exact words got me rock hard. As she said it she gently peeled my outfit off and laid it tenderly on a chair next to the bed.

“This is a very nice fabric. When we’re done you’ll need to tell me where you got it so I can buy more for you to wear around the house.”

For the first time that day I missed that stupid thing. I felt even more naked than I already was. Wait… around the house? What did she mean by…THAT?! My thoughts were cut off as she pulled off my underwear, which were tossed harshly toward the nearby trashcan and slid my dick between her massive tits.

“Let’s begin, shall we?”

What followed was a tit fuck as slow and methodical as it was cruel and unusual. She must have kept me on edge for hours just sliding it in and out… in and out… in and out… I bucked and thrusted as best I could but the sight was triggering something else deep inside my mind. Words. Her words.

“Stop thinking, let me take care of you.”

“Stop thinking, let me take care of you.”

“Stop thinking.”

“Stop thinking.”

“Just be mine.”

“Just be mine.”

“Be mine.”

“Be mine.”

“The hornier you get, the more submissive you get.”

“The hornier you get, the more submissive you get.”

My dick was in her pussy now.

“When I make you cum you melt for me.”

“When I make you cum you melt for me.”

“Melt for me.”

“Melt for me.”

“Each time you cum you fall deeper into subspace.”

“Each time you cum you fall deeper into subspace.”

“The deeper you fall the longer you stay.”

“The deeper you fall the longer you stay.”

“Until you can never escape.”

“Until you can never escape.”

“CUM!”

I exploded on command and lost myself in the feeling of submission. I was only vaguely aware of things as I started to come back down. She had packed her bags and taken them out to the car. She had packed my outfit in her luggage. Why?

She scooped me up in her arms. I always felt so safe there. I never wanted her to put me down. I wanted this to last forever. Why did she have to leave me? Why was she carrying me out to her car in the middle of the night? Why was she buckling me in? Where were driving to? Was she kidnapping me?

I started to panic. Wait! Was I being kidnapped?! Hadn’t she basically kidnapped me from the convention center? I needed to get out of this car.

“Stop thinking, let me take care of you.”

Was that in my head? No, she put the headphones back on me. I needed to fight back but she was right. It was easier to just stop thinking and let her take care of me. That’s what we both wanted, right? I just closed my eyes and listened as she drove away with me.

So, next time someone asks you what’s the worst that could happen? Tell them my story. Tell them how they could not end up like me. That’s the worst thing that could ever happen to a man.