The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

‘Don’t rely on people, they only let you down.’ He laughed at the post on his social media feed. That might have been true in the past, but ever since he learnt he had the ability to control people with just his thoughts, he’d found people were surprisingly accommodating to his desires!

He could see how, for some with his abilities it might become monotonous when people became just toys to be played with as everything might start to feel superficial and meaningless. But not for him. Having people fawn all over him felt satisfying absolutely every single time. After all, he had always had a bit of a god complex, now he actually got to be worshipped as he deserved!

Ding dong. The doorbell rang. He loosely closed his dressing gown and went to answer it.

A bored-looking girl was waiting, pizza box in hand. She was young, slim and hot, the kind of girl who’d never look twice at a slobby overweight guy like him. She wasn’t even looking at him now! She’d make the perfect cocksleeve...

He smiled as he influenced her mind to be instantly obsessed with him and then opened the door. Even before the door was all the way open she had hastily handed over the pizza and was on her knees, hands lustily rifling through his robes to get at his already half thick cock.

He laughed and pulled her inside. “Well aren’t you an eager slut!” He put the pizza box down and stood tall and proud above her as she immediately lunged forwards to choke herself on his cock like her mouth was a cocksocket that was empty and without purpose unless kept thoroughly stuffed.

He tweaked his influence on her mind, making it so that while she would continue to act on every perverted thought he put in her mind, she would no longer be unaware of it. She would instead be able to react with the disgust he knew she would feel...and yet be unable to help but give him head all the same!

He changed his position, standing like a hero might with one foot on a stool and a hand on his knee. Only he lacked the buff body that usually accompanied such a stance. It was a pose that fully unleashed his paunch!

His large tummy now rested on the girl’s head. He could hear her muffled noises of protest even as she continued to worship his cock.

He laughed as he put a hand on the back of her head to force her down further. “That’s right, slut, take it. Feel your purpose in life. Feel your proper place.”

He smirked. It was liberating to not need to care what he looked like. To be able to eat whatever he wanted and still have his not particularly awe-inspiring cock worshiped and adored. He found he liked it even more when he could tell that, but for his influence on their minds, they’d never otherwise in a million years even sort of want to pleasure him. It gave him a perverse pleasure to be as gross as possible and still get everything he wanted.

The girl’s tight, eager throat felt good. However, just before the girl could make him cum from her mouth alone, he pulled her off. “I think I’d much prefer to cum in your cunt. Would you like that?”

He briefly influenced her mind to make it sound to her like the best offer she’d ever received in her life.

Her look of awe felt even better than her desperate cock worship. She looked like she was amazed and grateful that he would even deign to consider her cunt as a receptacle for his precious cock. He smiled magnanimously and petted her head. “Good whore. Go strip and spread yourself on my bed. Then edge that needy cunny for me. I want it to be soaked.”

The girl squeaked as she ran, as though she just couldn’t get there quick enough!

He laughed as he released his control on her thoughts so that once again she would be aware of just what he was making his fun new puppet do. He then grabbed the pizza box and waddled his way down the hall towards the sound of a mortified yet hornily frustrated girl who he knew couldn’t stop rubbing herself and yet who also wouldn’t be able to cum unless he allowed it. Maybe today he would let a cunt cum.

He shucked off his robe and sat up at the head of his bed. Her look was even more priceless than the last—confusion and indignation mixed with lust as she looked at the slob of a man who, much to her disgust she couldn’t help but fawn over.

He ran his hands over his pudgy chest. “Come show my man boobs a little love. I’ve gotten a bit sweaty from all this wonderfully slutty attention you’ve been giving me.”

She screwed her face up in disgust even as her mouth instantly obeyed his commands, worshipfully licking and sucking over the flabby flesh.

He pushed her head down lower, once again almost burying her under his flab as he put the pizza box on his tummy and slobbily started to eat it while keeping her attention solely on his sweaty balls.

He loved her muffled noises of indignation as he felt her tongue tickle and tease him in just the way he enjoyed. He grinned. He absolutely fucking loved humiliating her in this fashion!

When the urge came he farted without holding back, still keeping her worshipping his balls while he finished his slice of pizza. After all, she was just a cocksocket, she deserved no special treatment. And her noises of absolute horror only made him more determined to do it again. And again and again and again. He loved being such a Fatty—or should that be farty—Bastard!

When he was done he wiped his greasy fingers over his tummy before grabbing another slice. As he ate the second piece he influenced her mind to make her body give him a show. He grinned, reveling in the power of feeling like Jabba the Hutt. His Princess Leia was about to fully offer herself up to him with a hint of defiance, but no way to actually in any way resist.

Her pouting was priceless, as was the way her perky little tits bounced while she danced her body for his pleasure as he greedily feasted on the greasy pizza she had brought.

He nodded in approval and she spread her legs wider, hovering herself over his cock before seating herself down on it with an expression that was a mixture of disgust and delight—after all, pleasure would ultimately turn anyone!

He looked down at his stiff cock then back at her lasciviously . She straddled his legs, her own barely stretching around his thighs as, at his bidding, she put her hands on his greasy stomach and rode his cock like a sex-crazed cowgirl.

He put out a hand to grope her bouncing little boobs, enjoying her repulsion as his cock pulsed inside of her.

“Take me deep up that slutty snatch, I wanna cum.”

She screwed her eyes tight shut even as she found herself doing exactly as instructed.

He could feel how wet she was—rape tended to work like that. After all, in his opinion—borne out by dozens of examples from his own experiences—cunts were made for use, and rough use at that.

As he came he relented and let her cum as well, basking in the shame of her arousal as he came deep inside her. It was a pity she was on the pill, but at least it meant he’d be the only over-sized one. There was something about getting hot young things to fawn over an overweight older man that really got his motor running.

Maybe he should have been more insulted at the reactions of disgust he got when he allowed his playthings to feel their own emotions, but the truth was he knew he was disgusting, and he revelled in utterly humiliating a girl with it and then showing her how quickly she could come from it. How loved demonstrating how deeply good it could feel for them to be treated with such disregard. To be used like a disposable cocksleeve. To be treated like less than property. While he could only influence minds and actions, he’d never known a woman not get wet from it.

He laughed as he spat on her upturned face while she noisily rode out her own orgasm. “That’s enough of that—you’re here for my pleasure, not the other way around.” He influenced her mind so that she could no longer keep cumming, enjoying her mortification at being seen to have gained so much pleasure from this—and to have then been so thoroughly thwarted in it.

He shoved her off his body and onto the floor. “Splay that soggy snatch.”

He laughed as he watched her stay lewdly on the floor for him as he rubbed his still hard cock to a second orgasm while openly ogling her. “Mm, such a fucking hot body.”

This time he came over her, getting it in her hair, over her face and across her tits.

He laughed as he looked her over. “No need to clean yourself up. Put your dress on and go back to work just like that as an advert for what a good cumrag looks like. Then, when you need to cum, come back and see me again. And bring more pizza.”

He added a little extra influence to her mind, making her remain unthinkably horny for the rest of the evening and sexually available to anybody she met—but, of course, still unable to cum without him!

He wondered how long she’d last. She probably wouldn’t even make it down the street before hurrying back to him if he hadn’t also required that she bring back more pizza!

He laughed again and grabbed himself another slice. “Oh, and cumrag, no panties. I want my cum oozing down your legs all evening. What a lucky sex toy you are!”

He watched through his doorbell camera as the pizza girl self-consciously squirmed her way back to her car, unable to straighten out her sex-tussled hair or even clean herself off as she headed back to work.

It was clear she was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, and so horny that she’d surely fuck anything that moved in a desperate attempt to calm the need inside her. A need that only he could now fulfil. He laughed as he wondered how many of her colleagues would take advantage of her fuckability before she returned to him. He hoped a lot. After all, she was the kind of slut who was meant to have a saggy snatch. He’d make sure it got well used from here on in. And she’d hate and love every forced second of it!