The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I had invited Gina Delucca to speak with me for even just a few minutes, and several seconds ticked by where the woman contemplated a decision that would greatly change the direction of her sexual destiny.

With breath coming out her nose, she suddenly pushed forward and past me, and into my inner office. I closed the door, relieved that I had her inside my lair of nearly magical possibilities.

For a couple of seconds I drank in Gina’s overall anatomy from the rear—she was several inches shorter than Mira, about Lucinda’s height, her figure simultaneously strong and hourglass. She really was worked-out; even at a glance you knew this woman spent a lot of time at a gym. In a black skirt that ended a few inches above the knee, the roundness and definition of her calves stood out and there was little doubt that she had an extremely dynamic ass. Above that was a white button-up blouse, through which I could make out the outline of her bra-band from the back. I ed how my client had said this woman had double-D breasts, and I found myself licking my lips.

She was another carnal-catch, her body like Lucinda’s in some ways but with much larger tits, and a more corporate vibe. I could picture Gina almost blending into an office environment, looking like she belonged there while simultaneously raising the temperature in the building. Lots of male eyes would be eating her alive every single day.

My cock was pulsing, and there was no telling whether she noticed me getting hard as I made my way to the chair behind my desk. I didn’t want to my state but I also didn’t rush to hide it, ing what my client had said about this woman having a thing for guys with packages.

Once behind my desk I motioned her to sit, and before her ass had even touched her seat cushion, she asked in an acidic way, “How do you even know my name? You and John talk about me?”

I projected calm. “The complete truth—I just learned your name about an hour ago. And yes, John has spoken about you. He’s been feeling very stressed lately.”

“Only stressed about me? He hasn’t told you… What has he told you?”

“Gina, before we go there or pretty much anywhere, let me ask you a question. What did John say that has you here at my office?”

“To answer that… Come on, how much do you know ?”

I steepled my hands, taking in her plush mouth and the strong neck, fighting the temptation to linger upon the stretch-folds that her bra-cups created on the textured material of her blouse. “I can’t really speak about a client’s private business,” I said, wanting her to believe that I kept things professional in all my dealings. “But I suppose that doesn’t mean I can’t say a little something of what I know about you.”

She half-smiled at that, like saying, “Aren’t you clever,” without words. Her posture was somewhat rigid; she was far from being at ease with me, and I wondered if there might be some way I could use that to my advantage. She needed to relax? I happened to be adept at a totally benign relaxation technique.

Very calmly, no trace of judgment in my voice, I said, “You’re a secretary/receptionist who works at a law firm, having an affair with a married co-worker who’s in a superior position. He’s smitten by you, perhaps to the point of being somewhat intoxicated by what the two of you have together. You, apparently, feel the same way. You both feel very alive with the intensity of it, but there is worry, too. You both run the risk of losing your jobs, and the man risks his marriage. Even more concerning to him, he risks his current and future relationships with his children.”

I stopped and leaned back, making myself as non-threatening as possible.

“That’s a pretty accurate summary,” she conceded, taking a lock of her dark hair in her fingers and absently twirling it. “Only you left out how the guy says there’s very little physical intimacy with his wife. And, somewhat shockingly, he just got more adamant than ever about breaking things off with me. Like he was almost manic about that, and he told me the only way we could avoid losing our jobs would be for me to be in this room with you, right now.”

I kept my expression neutral, innerly thrilled that my earlier immersion work had practically catapulted my client into bringing Gina here.

She kept twisting the lock of hair, obviously a nervous habit. “So what’s up with that? You’re such an amazing therapist that you’re going to tell me something about what I need to do, that’s different than what I’ve already told myself a hundred times? I know the situation is dangerous, even reckless. I tell myself it’s an infatuation, or just my fe… And I’m not some femme fatale, not some evil home-wrecker. I’ve given John up half a dozen times, wanting to do the right thing by his wife and kids, even though I only met his wife once for maybe five minutes at an office party. But I haven’t been able to make those good intentions stick. It’s the same for him.”

Had she come close to saying that she was under the spell of not just an infatuation, but a fetish? Which, from what John had said, would probably be about the size of his penis. And if it was true that a size fetish was flattening her willpower, making it impossible for her to quit doing things she knew she shouldn’t do…

She crossed her legs, the raised foot rotating around and around. The woman really did have superb legs, just slightly “thicc” with pronounced quad muscles that really popped. She wasn’t outright flirting with them, at least not yet. Rather, the moving foot was an indication of her overall tension, as was her somewhat tightened tone of voice. Even the hand twirling her hair was tense, and that same tension extended up her arms and into her shoulders.

I risked letting my gaze return to what I could see of her quad muscles for an extra second or two, wondering what it would be like to have my head between thighs with that much bulge to them.

With my erection rising, I said, “You’re very tense, Gina.”

“Of course I’m tense! Who wouldn’t be tense? I’m not even sure why I’m here! I don’t know you, I—“

“My name is Michael. I like to think that I can be helpful to people, my clients. I’d like to be helpful to you, too, since you’re here. I—”

“I’m not paying for this. Just because I agreed to walk through that door—“

“Not one penny, please don’t worry. But you are worried; I get that. And we can’t get anywhere at all when you’re this tense. We need to push restart somehow, for this to not be a waste of your time. I’d like to propose that you allow me to help with that, a simple relaxation technique.”

She looked at me blankly for a couple of seconds. Dammit, she looked great when blank.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Some kind of massage? Because—”

“Not massage at all. It would just be you lying on your back on that couch for perhaps five minutes, with me sitting in a chair six feet away. I’d help to guide your thoughts into the natural relaxation that’s available in the human body, that’s all. It’s just…” I laughed lightly. “It’s very relaxing. That’s what all my clients tell me. They say it’s remarkably soothing.”

The distrust in her eyes remained and I thought I might have lost her. Without turning her head, more a slight flick of her eyeballs, she seemed to glance back at the door to the outer office, where her lover and escape both were.

“I’m sure he’s waiting there patiently,” I said in my most calming voice. “You could leave now and say we got nowhere, or give this one simple thing a try, and when you see him you can say you gave it your best shot. You risk nothing but you might gain… Well, we don’t know yet. But it’s completely up to you.”

I could watch how I had her with that. She worried her lips but then her shoulders lowered a little bit. She inhaled deeply, and let the breath out with deliberate slowness. It was like her body was saying, “Whatever; what harm could it do?”

When she stood, the muscles of those powerful legs danced deliciously because they couldn’t help it. “I just lie on my back for five minutes and you talk a little? That’s it?”

I kept my eyes away from her body, not wanting there to be even one ounce of desire in my expression. “And then if you wish, we start over again right here, with you more relaxed. That’s it.”

“I guess…” She looked over at the couch.

“Just take your heels off first,” I advised, also standing, and outright willing my cock to show some patience. “I’ll just tell John to keep waiting out there.”

Gina nodded, her mind made up. She turned her back and was efficient in her movements, no slow-walking into it, heels dangling from her right hand. I opened the inner door a crack and quietly told both John and Carlotta that we’d be fifteen minutes, and then back to the devious business at hand.

Gina lay on the couch with crossed ankles, and I kept my chair farther away from her than normal. I even used a different tone of voice at the very beginning, lighter and more carefree, trying to convey that what we were doing was just going through certain ritualized motions, no big deal. Let her even think the entire thing a joke.

It was serious business to me, and my cock was fully erect as my voice gradually changed, guiding her within. She succumbed quite smoothly, and when she lay there absently, breathing rhythmically, I stood quietly and stepped closer, my eyes and straining dick taking turns in studying her facial features and anatomy.

No wonder John hadn’t been able to move on from this fabulous piece of ass. Gina had a smokier vibe than Mira or Dee, her skin a little more olive and her mouth somewhat broader. The bulge of her quad muscles just kept getting to me—Mira had what I thought were perfectly shaped thighs, and these were similar but also intriguingly different, the weight-training adding some targeted oomph.

Anatomy equals destiny, I thought, feeling it to be more true than ever. Gina looked like steaming hot sex from top to bottom, and I felt a wave of pleasure in ing that this sexpot was not my client and never would be. She was only here because I had gamed her here, specifically for the purpose of hypnotizing her. And I would kinda-sorta be saving her by doing this, and likewise John. Neither of them would ever know it, but turning Gina into my hypnotized plaything would practically make me their guardian angel. Their relationship would have crashed and burned eventually, with who knows how much collateral damage. The thrills of her illicit affair with John were kaput now, but I was here and I could do far more than console; I could bestow, like some mythological bearer of otherworldly gifts.

Invisibly moving my chair closer, I sat down and collected my thoughts. Wanting to get right to it, I asked, “Gina, would you describe yourself as fairly highly sexed, very highly sexed, or might you be a nymphomaniac?”

She didn’t respond right away, like she might not be entirely sure of her choice. But then, softly, “Very highly sexed.”

I nodded, which of course she couldn’t see. “What you have with John… It’s brought out a more sexually intense version of you?”

“Yes.”

“And is it true that one reason for that, and perhaps the reason you’ve had such a hard time moving on from John, is that you have a thing for large penises?”

“Yes!” she said in a more forceful voice.

Had any woman ever spoken that loudly when in the immersion state? I looked at the rise of her tits, and on to her skirt and the work-out legs, all the way down to her toes. This was a woman who was well aware of her abundant sex appeal, willing to take risks to scratch her sexual itches. She must have some kind of panther lurking inside of her, too, and I had every confidence that if I wanted it, I could be riding her before the sun went down. I smiled at that, picturing my meat thrusting between those thighs, one wild animal humping another.

“Gina, can you describe what it is about a large penis that thrills you?”

“It’s like a big sex-muscle, and it…”

Her intensity was becoming so much that I worried for a couple of seconds that it might snap her out of the special state.

“I just love being stretched, feeling so filled,” she finished.

“You love the feel of a big hard penis stretching your vagina?”

“Yes. And my ass.”

Well, well. I had never engaged in anal sex before; I wasn’t against the idea at all, but no one had ever requested it. I’d also figured that my size made it difficult or impossible. But maybe not, with the right woman.

“What is anal sex like for you, Gina? Is it especially exciting? Describe what you love about anal sex.”

Her lips quivered before she replied. “I have a great ass, and when I feel it being stretched, filled… I touch my clit, even just a little, and I just… That’s the best sex. The magic sex.”

Jesus Christ. I could smell the woman’s lust now. This conversation, which she’d have no memory of, was having its effect on her. Wanting one more piece of information, I asked, “Gina, have you ever tried to take anything even larger into your ass?”

“Yes.”

“A dildo?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like that? Did it excite you?”

A few moments of hesitation before she responded, “I want the real thing.”

That was it, the abracadabra moment for me. To hell with any subtlety here, any artfulness or delay. This woman was into what I had and I was going to be a fucking Mack truck, driving her into being hooked.

“Gina, when you awaken from this state, you are going to believe you became so relaxed that you fell asleep for a few seconds. And that in those few seconds, you had a realization, like being thunderstruck, that Michael, this therapist you barely know, has a massive cock. You know this as a certainty, that Michael has a cock that could stretch you like no cock has before.

This is why you will smell your own lust when you awaken—it’s a sign from your most essential sexual depths, from the absolutely most thrilling place in your body, that an opportunity exists right here in this office that you cannot possibly up. You can feel it in your bones, in your beautiful ass and your vibrating clitoris, that Michael has a cock that can stretch and fill your fucking soul. Stretching and stretching, filling and filling, so fucking filled, so amazingly filled…”

Her ass moved on the couch, and her nipples had stiffened. Even her nostrils were thicker.

“Gina, you are an extraordinarily fortunate woman, to have arrived right here, right now. What you will realize is that your office affair with John was nothing more than the universe steering you where you had to go. Sex with John was merely your training ground, for what you can have with Michael. What you will have with Michael, this very evening. You will fuck Michael this evening—you must fuck Michael, or all is lost. And in fucking Michael, you will finally understand why you’ve been given such a sexy body, with your beautiful big tits and muscular ass and powerful legs. All your exercising, the dedication to become so fit… It is all for making Michael hard, for pleasing Michael and making him just as needy for sex as you are. You want Michael to feel the kind of sexual fever that you feel, making him need to stretch you and fill you sooo much. Michael can send you into a delirium of explosive climaxes that make you wonder if any other woman in all of history has felt this much bliss, this much excruciating need leading to total deliverance.”

Maybe I was the one with a sexual fever, and I let that drive me on to further shaping our trajectory.

“Gina, Michael will be sitting behind his desk when you awaken. He will look pensive, troubled, and this is because he inhaled your lust when you realized that he has a huge cock. You absolutely know that he is concealing a monster erection behind his desk, because he finds you almost irresistibly attractive. He doesn’t want to be hard for you because therapists can’t ever have sex with their clients, but you realize the loophole that he has missed, that you are free to fuck him because you are not his client. You never were his client and never will be, and that means you and Michael can flirt with one another and fondle each other right in this office, and then go somewhere to fuck, and fuck, and fuck.”

Almost home, almost there.

“Gina, you were simply made for sex. That is why you exercise so much, to look like sex and to have the stamina to be sex. You are Gina Delucca, Gina the worked-out muscle-ass big-tits Energizer bunny of scorching hot sex. Your ex-lover, John, was so intoxicated by your body and sexual intensity that he risked everything to experience you. But that chapter of your life is over.

You need more now. More intensity, and an even bigger cock filling you. You need a fresh start and Michael’s huge cock is right here in this office, calling out to you. You cannot up the opportunity to have it. You have a fetish of being stretched, filled to where it feels like you are taking in everything you possibly can, and only this feeling, with Michael’s huge cock, can fully satisfy you, making you come explosively and repeatedly. The best orgasms of your life, mind-blowing orgasms, can only be had when you are filled by Michael’s massive cock.

You will feel this intensely every time Michael compliments your looks, and any part of your body. Hearing that Michael is impressed by your beauty will make your pussy ache, make your pussy need, because you know your looks make Michael hard, and it is Michael’s hard cock that can fill you so deeply. Showing off your body to Michael, fishing for compliments from Michael, is a kind of foreplay that you know can get him hard. And getting Michael hard is one of your main missions in life now, Gina. You need Michael’s hard cock inside your body, so making him hard is the first step towards achieving that goal.”

All of this was risky with Carlotta out there in the other room. Fuck it, though—Carlotta probably had one foot out the door already, and I could give her a further friendly shove.

“Gina, when you awaken, you are going to see to it that ex-lover John, who is in the outer office and was nothing but training wheels preparing you for sex with Michael, leaves the building and goes back to his office or home. And once Michael’s receptionist is also gone, you are going to seduce Michael, coming on to him, making him want… No, making him need to have sex with you. You will ask him to have dinner at your place, and once there you are going to fuck Michael mercilessly, stirring his lust continuously, craving his huge cock because you are desperate to feel it stretching and filling you, over and over.”

I was almost gulping in breaths, working hard to keep the tone of my voice just right.

“Gina, you will never even entertain the thought that Michael somehow got you to feel all of this through his relaxation technique. This is because Michael is such an upstanding and trustworthy man, plus your rational mind knows that such things are impossible.

Rather, you will feel an instinctual happiness about Michael’s relaxation technique, and you will always welcome it if Michael proposes it. You will even feel like it can be another form of foreplay, something that makes Michael happy on his way to having more sex with you. And making Michael happy is what you are all about now, especially when it comes to making Michael’s huge cock happy. Whenever you see that Michael has gotten hard, a rush of deep instinctual longing will flood your system, will flood your pussy. When Michael gets hard, every cell in your body will insist that his dick needs to be drained, and you know so many ways to do that.”

I looked at my watch. Any more and John or Carlotta might be tapping at the door.

I gave the directions for Gina to gradually come back to a waking state, and sat patiently behind my desk as she did so. When her bare feet touched the floor and she bent at the waist to slip on her heels, I watched the way the various muscles in her legs bulged or flexed, and I just ached.

Her expression was intense when she approached the desk, the sway of her hips pronounced. The wariness and petulance from before were gone, and in their place was a bubbling cauldron I could see in every step.

“Should we keep trying?” I asked, playing the innocent. “Talking, I mean. Trying to resolve your issues with being in a relationship with a married man.”

She slowly shook her head. “He’s not… John and I are done.”

She looked down and adjusted her blouse, like it had gotten wrinkled while on the couch. The shape of her bra became more obvious, and I let her see me looking at her tits.

“Do I look composed now?” she asked.

“More like stunning,” I replied, wanting her to begin heating up. “One thing that was obvious the moment you walked through the door is that there’s nothing wrong with John’s eyesight.”

She smiled, looking like her attention was largely interior, digesting the sensations that were coming to life inside her body. “That’s really sweet of you to say. And yes, I do want to continue talking. I think… I’m sorry, but I fell asleep when you were trying to relax me, didn’t I?”

“For less than a minute. I’m not even sure if my technique relaxed you.”

She nodded, with the trace of a secret smile. I could smell her pussy from where I sat, and she must be aware of that.

I wiped my brow, then looked at her chest, then let out an almost inaudible, “Whew!”

She heard it, and had seen me iring her tits. For a couple of seconds she just stood there staring at my desk like she might have X-ray vision, able to see through wood and cloth and even flesh, right into the cellular structure of my aching meat.

“So… Michael,” she said, trying on my name for size. “I’m going to tell John to go home or go back to the office, or… I’ll send him away, and then we continue?”

“That’s great. And could you tell my receptionist to come in here for a moment?”

Gina cocked her head, eyes affixed to the desk again. “You could walk to the door with me, you know.”

I knew my role here so I started to stand, allowing the bulge in my pants to become visible for just a couple of seconds. Then I sat back down and tried to look embarrassed.

“I’ll just sit here if that’s okay.”

Her expression was extreme, maybe even shocked like she’d been slapped in the face. Her lips had parted and they stayed that way—she might be needing her mouth to be that open to take in enough air. She met my eyes and in hers I could practically see plasma starting to churn.

She cleared her throat before speaking again. “I might take John outside, to tell him… Don’t worry, I’ll be right back!”

I soaked in the display she made of her legs and ass as she exited my office. She didn’t shut the door completely once on the other side, and I heard voices for a handful of seconds. Then it sounded like Gina had done exactly what she’d said, she and John stepping outside of the building entirely.

Carlotta appeared and further opened my door, leaning against the jamb with a shoulder, her arms crossed.

“What on earth is going on with those two?”

“It’s called a weird-ass day, with a woman who’s… I’m not sure. Maybe unstable.”

Carlotta seemed to sniff the air. “She’s okay? You’re okay?”

“I can’t give any details, of course,” I said, with a dismissive wave of a hand. “All under control. Although I had no idea John was going to bring her in like that.”

Carlotta’s mouth tightened, a giveaway that she had something else to say. “Is she going to be a client now? If so, I’ll need her details.”

“No need. I think this was, or is, just a weird one-off.”

She nodded, but then lingered, looking pensive.

I knew what needed to be said. “Carlotta, you’ve been my right hand from the beginning, and… But look, about that, I’ve been thinking that I want you to take that trip with your husband. I’ll find a replacement for the time you’re away—that isn’t your responsibility. Make your plans and no holding back because of me or this office, okay? I’m serious. Tomorrow is Wednesday and you’re off anyway, so you and Martin can take a breath and catch up to things. You’re living in an entirely different world now—you realize that, right?”

She nodded. “I might still be in shock about it. I catch myself having these thoughts about simple things, like we need to repair the roof on our home, and I think the car needs new tires. But we could just buy a new car, and maybe we’ll even move. Some place where we could have a sauna, or a swimming pool, or… Honestly, I think it’s going to be a little while before I can comprehend this new reality. Suddenly, we’re… I don’t know…”

“Filthy rich?”

“Not filthy, but… Yes, rich. What will change now, and what won’t? And what do we want to change?”

“Take some time off. Seriously, I insist. I’m going to find someone to be here for the next few weeks or even months if needed. It’s the perfect time of year for you to go running around Europe; if you wait, it gets too hot and crowded. I’ll pay you for three weeks off, and—“

She laughed. “Like we need that now!”

“Doesn’t matter; it’s the right thing and it’s yours. Go home and celebrate with your husband. Then you and Martin do your brainstorming in Parisian cafes, about what comes next. If it’s just travel to begin with, then go and have the time of your lives. You both deserve it.”

“That’s…” Carlotta began. “You’re marvelous, Michael. But can you really find someone that fast? You’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be okay. They won’t be a treasure like you, but…”

“Oh my, I think I might cry. Can I hug you instead?”

Because my erection had softened precipitously during this conversation, I went over to her and enveloped her in a warm embrace. She really was a treasure, but it was not her destiny to remain here, in the lair of a hypnosis-wielding sex-fiend.

“It’s so much to take in,” she said, sighing deeply with her head against my chest.

She meant these changes to her life, now with all that money. But wicked me—I found myself smiling, imagining how I could soon be hearing those exact words coming from Gina Delucca’s broad mouth, exclaimed in trembling excitement the moment she saw my cock.

Gina Delucca, my new hypnotized lover. Gina Delucca, my new receptionist.