The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Karl barely slept that night. He was trapped, reliving the same dream over and over again. The room within that black void. The huge bed with the blood-red sheets. Women, writhing and tiredly moaning. Beckoning to him. Exhausted smiles on their faces, their hair hanging lank with sweat.

Just like the last time that Karl had dreamt it, the scene both aroused and repelled him. He could feel his body reacting — a strange sensation as he knew he was asleep. Karl had been drawn to the bed, and he had eyed the tangle of smooth limbs entwined together with a burning desire. In the strange nature of dreams, Karl knew he could them. That these women — gorgeous, tired creatures that he could almost recognise — would willingly spread their legs for him, reaching up with their arms and pulling him to them. But … something was off about it all. It was like there was a bell ringing in the back of Karl’s head, warning him of danger.

It had taken a monumental effort, but Karl had turned his back on the tempting scene. As he dreamt, his feet felt like leaden weights as he walked away. Every step was a herculean effort, and it seemed like it took forever for him to cross that room, to reach the exit. Just before he left it behind, Karl had taken one last look over his shoulder. To his shock, there was suddenly someone there, between Karl and that bed. It was the woman from the picture he had found. The woman that had been watching him on his first day in Bracken Ridge.

Karl had felt his dream slipping, beginning to spin away. He couldn’t look away from that woman as all else faded. She stared, her gaze burning as she looked at him. Then, her eyes widened — as if in alarm. Her mouth had moved, and she had shouted something, although Karl hadn’t heard a thing.

And then he had woken up.

Karl groaned as he sat up in the bed. He was covered in sweat and his skin felt clammy, even though the room was quite warm. Karl knuckled his forehead, suppressing a wince. His head was pounding. Besides him, Jessica slept soundly. He’d actually left her alone long enough the night before that she’d managed to get dressed into her pyjamas before bed for once. She was wearing a cute, low-cut singlet top with a pair of tiny cotton shorts. Jessica was sprawled on her back, one arm curled above her head, her blonde hair haloing out around her on the pillow.

Even with his growing headache, Karl felt a swell of lust as he looked down at his sleeping girlfriend. It was very tempting to just roll over, covering her body with his own, settling himself down between her thighs. Karl could already picture the look on Jessica’s face as she blinked herself awake, her eyes widening as she realised that he was poised to enter her.

Karl got up quickly, a surge of something like nausea filling him. Where had that come from? It was like lately all he could think of was sex. He crossed the room, digging through the chest of drawers for some clothes. Karl wasn’t trying to be quiet, but his girlfriend barely stirred. Once dressed, Karl walked down the stairs, his footsteps heavy. Trying to get his head on straight.

He could still barely believed what had happened the day before. What he had done, how he had acted with Amanda. With her husband in the house no less! It didn’t matter that she had been blatantly coming onto him, Jamie seemed like a nice guy — Karl couldn’t do that to him.

“No. I’m not … like that …”

Karl’s voice was soft as he spoke. If only it didn’t seem like he was trying to convince himself.

Karl felt a surge of mortification as he ed more details. He’d even implied that he would be back! That he and Amanda would be able to ‘discuss’ things better then. Which was about as subtle as a punch to the face.

“But … she did agree to it. Or was she only saying that to just get rid of me?”

If Amanda complained, or told her husband, where would Karl be? He would certainly kiss this job opportunity goodbye. And on his first day! That would certainly muck everything up.

“I couldn’t stay up here in Bracken Ridge without that job. I’d have to sell, or at least rent this place out. Hell, that would make Jess happy at least. But it would be such a waste …”

This town, this cabin, called to him in ways that Karl found it hard to quantify. He didn’t want to lose that.

If only he could stop acting like some kind of sex-starved maniac! Karl didn’t even have the excuse that he was hard up for sex — Jess had been putting out more than she ever had in their entire relationship! In fact, the way that she’d been acting was —

“… I was worried about Jess the other day. Wasn’t I? Yeah, a few days back. Like I was being too forceful with her. She even left for the day without telling me. Huh. But I … forgot?”

Karl shook his head, trying to think. He’d been worried at the time, like really worried. But that night he completely forgot about it. It had slipped his mind, seeming unimportant. And then …

“Fuck. Then someone tried to run me over. Why did I not freak out about that? Why haven’t I gone to the cops, or filed a report — or anything!”

Karl slumped into a chair in the kitchen. His head was pounding even worse, and he wondered if Jess had any aspirin somewhere. It was so hard to concentrate. The weird thing about the car nearly hitting him was that Karl had barely given it a moments thought since. It was another thing that seemed unimportant. Too hard and too pointless to think about when instead he could be having —

“— sex. And it’s not just Jess, is it? I mean, so many woman have been all over me since I got here.”

Karl got up and poured himself a glass of water. He wasn’t full of himself — he was a reasonably good looking guy, tall and fit. But two women flirting with him so blatantly, one of them married, well … there was something to that. And Jess — his girlfriend had fucked him over and over, almost anytime he even looked at her.

It was enough to make Karl think that there really was something going on. He didn’t know why he thought of it, but all the insane things that the old man, Jasper, had been saying popped into Karl’s head. There was no such thing as the supernatural — that was obvious. Wasn’t it?

“Those dreams have been pretty fucked as well. I mean, where has that all come from? It’s not like I’ve been reading or watching anything that would make me dream about —”

Karl’s head throbbed even harder, and he clutched at his hair. The dreams — he’d forgotten about them too. Pretty much as soon as he’d left the cabin the first time he dreamt it. Was it possible that there really was something … weird, going on?

And that picture he had found of that woman. Karl had hidden it in his bag, not wanting Jessica to find it. What was a photo of her doing in his uncle’s cabin to begin with? And he had dreamt about her as well. Although that at least could be explained away by it just being in his subconscious to begin with. But the fact that she had been there, in his dream, amongst all that dark and fucked up shit … for some reason, Karl felt it meant something.

But that was crazy. Karl scoffed to himself, shaking his head derisively.

“God, there really must be something wrong with me if I’m entertaining the thought that — what? Jasper is right, the cabin is cursed, and it’s somehow making women throw themselves at me?”

It was ludicrous. And even if it wasn’t, a curse that did that didn’t sound so bad. Of course, Karl was probably just conflating the two concepts. A crazy old man’s ravings, and women being all over him, didn’t have to be linked. But why did the idea speak to Karl so much?

A ed surge of arousal swept through him. It would be pretty wild if it was true. And it would certainly explain how his girlfriend had been acting! It was a shame there was no way to test it.

Karl looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling, towards where Jessica lay in the bedroom. Was there something he could do to check? It wasn’t like he could prove anything either way, but he could try and see if he could get his girlfriend to … do something that Karl knew she would never usually do.

If Karl hadn’t been so horny, if his head wasn’t pounding so strangely, then he probably wouldn’t have tried what he did next. It was the kind of thing that he was sure would provoke the mother of all arguments with his girlfriend — regardless of how she had been acting with him lately. But a rising tide of excitement was gripping Karl — he had to know. If he was wrong then he would just have to abjectly apologise to Jess. Beg her to forgive him.

But if he was right …

Jess was sitting up in bed when Karl entered the bedroom. She stretched, yawning, as she gave him a hesitant smile.

“Karl. I didn’t hear you get up.”

Karl didn’t answer at first. He just stared at his girlfriend, his pounding heart matching the beat of the throbbing in his head. Jess looked so sexy, so … available. At least to Karl. He was both nervous and excited about what he was thinking of trying. His dick was throbbing in his pants, a clearly obvious bulge.

Jessica’s smile faltered as she looked up at her boyfriend. Her brows drew together, and she started to look worried — particularly when her eyes glanced downwards to the bulge in his pants.

“Karl — baby. Can we just have breakfast first? Or at least give me a chance to have a shower. I’m just —”

Karl licked his lips. He was already imagining his girlfriend naked. Exposed and ready for him to take. It was an effort to say what he wanted — he was nervous despite himself. Even so, he was mildly surprised at how steady his voice was when he spoke.

“Babe. I’ve got a bit of time before I start work. I thought we could try something … special.”

Jessica looked at him warily. Her eyes flickered between Karl and the doorway behind him. She grabbed a fistful of the sheet on the bed, squeezing it tightly as she looked up at him.

“I mean … I guess we can do something, um, special? What, like some role-play? I don’t think we brought all that much up here with us.”

Karl shook his head. He smiled tightly, amused despite himself at how willing his girlfriend was. It was time, he was just going to say it. If she went along with it, there might actually be …

“Actually, Jess, I want to do something new. I know you said you never would, but I think you might have changed your mind. As I said, I have the morning free — I’d love to spend it fucking you in the ass.”

Jessica just stared at him for a long moment, her mouth hanging open at just how bluntly Karl had come out with his request. Then she looked unably nervous, not explosively angry like Karl had expected. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.

“Karl, we can’t — I mean, I don’t —”

Karl stepped forward until he was right in front of her. He stared down, smiling as he interrupted her.

“I know we never have. But I want to. You might even enjoy it. You won’t know until you try, right?”

“I — I don’t think I will …”

Jessica’s voice was small, soft, as she looked up at Karl. Her eyes were wide, almost pleading. In contrast, Karl was freaking out internally. Was she actually going to do it? Actually agree to try anal? And if she did, wouldn’t that prove it?

Karl smiled, reaching out and cupping his girlfriend’s face. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, and his dick throbbed even more when she leant into him. Karl’s voice was getting rougher.

“I think you’ll like it, Jess. In fact, I’m sure you will. What’s the harm in trying, right?”

Jessica didn’t answer. She was breathing fast, almost panting. She rubbed her thighs together as she squirmed on the bed.

Karl lowered his voice even more, almost whispering.

“I’ve always thought you had the tightest, prettiest ass, baby. We’ve been together for so long now. And this is a new chapter in our lives. Jess, baby — I want to fuck you in the ass. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

Jessica closed her eyes tight for a moment, biting down hard on her bottom lip. She gave Karl a jerky nod, slowly getting to her feet. She mumbled, not looking him in the eye.

“Um. Let me just — I need to go get ready to — just give me a few minutes, okay?”

Karl watched as his girlfriend walked past him on her way to the bathroom. His eyes were locked onto her pert ass and the way her hips rolled as she walked. Karl couldn’t believe it. Surely she wasn’t actually going to go through with this. The one time he had even slightly hinted at wanting to try anal sex Jessica had exploded. She’d threatened to castrate him if he ever even ‘accidentally’ approached her asshole with his dick.

Karl sat down heavily on the bed. He half expected his girlfriend to try and jump out the bathroom window and escape, but then he heard the toilet flush, and then the shower turn on.

Holy shit, she’s actually going to go through with it! It’s not even like I’m seducing her! Jessica only woke up a few minutes ago, and I basically just told her that I wanted to fuck her in the ass — and she’s going to let me!

Karl clenched his fists tight, barely able to sit still, he was that excited. It was almost ludicrous; the prospect of fucking Jessica in the ass was actually secondary to thrill of what it proved.

There actually was something going on here in this small mountain town. And If he could do this with Jess, what else could Karl do? It certainly painted Amanda and Alisha’s actions in a new light. But the real question was whether Karl was the one influencing women, or if it was just something he was able to take advantage of.

I don’t feel like I’m the one doing anything though. But Jess is going along with what I want. Does she know? Know what she’s agreeing to do? Does anyone?

Karl’s musings were cut short by his girlfriend exiting the bathroom. She was naked, with a towel held loosely in front of her like a shield with one hand. In her other hand she held a bottle of lubricant. Beads of water were scattered across her skin from the quick shower she’d taken. Jess still didn’t make eye with Karl, instead just looking somewhere off to the side.

“Um, I’m ready, Karl. But wouldn’t you prefer if we just had regular sex? If you want … we can get a little rough like we did last night?”

Karl got up and stepped quickly over to Jessica. He pulled the towel away from her, and wrapped his arms around her slender body, hugging her tight. He let his hands dip down low, to cup her pert ass cheeks. Karl smiled.

“Maybe later, Jess. Actually, definitely later. But right now, I want to fuck this tight ass of yours. That okay with you?”

Karl squeezed Jessica’s behind, groping her hard. His girlfriend took in a shuddering breath, but then gave him a weak smile.

“Y-yeah. It’s … yeah.”

Karl kissed his girlfriend, hungrily sliding his tongue into her mouth. Then he broke the kiss, patting Jessica’s behind affectionately.

“Get on the bed for me, gorgeous. Just like yesterday. Get that sexy ass of yours in the air.”

Jessica wordless walked past Karl, crawling onto the bed. She sunk down, pushing her behind up into the air. The occasional tremble ran through her thighs and buttocks, but she seemed willing enough to Karl.

Karl undressed, his eyes locked onto his girlfriends’ rear. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He couldn’t wait.