The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I follow the hypnotized Giselle across the living room and towards the bedroom she shares with Dante. With every step, I find myself staring at Giselle’s tight little yoga butt, flexing away under those skintight shorts. Goddamn, those buttocks have gotta be stronger than both of my arms…

What the fuck am I doing??? A momentarily wave of panic hits me. I’ve just hypnotized the wife of my host without her consent and now I’m about to fuck her like a porn star in her own bedroom? I’m about to cheat on my loving, beautiful wife, that wonderful woman who agreed to hold me in sickness and in health, who permits me to do kinky sex stuff to her, and who always makes sure the condo mortgage is paid! Am I fucking nuts???

But then, Giselle’s butt wiggles some more, and I can’t stop myself.

Giselle went into trance faster and deeper than I thought she might. Its like I used a little of my hypnotic skills on her, and she just fell into my power. Like she wasn’t even trying to resist.

Why is that? Maybe Giselle understood what I was doing to her, but she has a submissive streak in her and wants to be seduced? Clinically speaking, that’s possible. I’ve a few female patients who’ve confessed to fantasies about being under mind control. Or maybe Giselle underestimated her ability to resist me?

Or maybe the girl’s just an idiot?

Whatever the case, I can’t let this opportunity slide by. I just can’t. Maybe I don’t have to fuck her. Maybe, I can just use this moment to see Giselle totally naked. She’s a fitness guru and a model. She’s probably comfortable showing off her body. After I see her in her birthday suit, I’ll…

Well, I have no idea what happens next. We’ll get there when we get there.

Soon, the mesmerized yoga hottie and I are alone inside her bedroom. I close the door.

The curtains are drawn in here, so now its dark. I see that the bed hasn’t been made. Dante’s dirty laundry is tossed into the corner. The place smells of pine cleaner and cheap toiletries. And I’m standing close enough to Giselle that I can feel the heat of her body. Her toned, curve-blessed, muscular body.

God, I’m so fucking hard right now! I want to grab her and kiss her and pull that spandex off and…

I force a little restraint. What to do first?

“Listen to me,” I say firmly, speaking directly into Giselle’s ear. “When I snap my fingers, you will awaken, ing nothing. You will believe it is totally natural for the two of us to be in her bedroom together, alone. Nothing unusual about this. You will be pleased to see me.”

I hesitate. This is the point of no return…

Aw, fuck it.

“What’s more,” I murmur my subject, “you will think it is totally natural and common if I strip off every piece of clothing you are wearing. You often let other men see you naked in your bedroom, so when I start taking off your clothes, this will seem completely unremarkable to you. In fact…” I exhale once. “…in fact, you will find it hot. The more naked you become, the hornier you will get.”

Giselle doesn’t respond. She gazes blankly ahead. There’s no lights on upstairs.

“Awakening and obeying me, now!” I command, snapping my fingers.

My hostess stirs, turning her head to gaze at me.

“Hey there,” she murmurs pleasantly.

“Hi,” I grin like an idiot.

Giselle shifts her weight into one leg, glancing about the dark bedroom. “Hey—when did we come in here?” she wonders aloud. “I thought…”

“It doesn’t matter,” I say firmly, using my hypnotic voice.

The Jedi Mind Trick works on her perfectly. Giselle shrugs. “Eh. I guess it doesn’t matter.” She smiles again. “Were you gonna take off my clothes?”

I can’t resist playing with her, just a little. “You don’t mind?”

“Naw.” She shrugs. “I do this all the time, you know. Go ahead.”

My fingertips rise up to touch her flat stomach. God, her skin is soft! Does this girl bathe in a vat of floral body lotion or something? My hand glide up to the bottom of her sports bra…

Giselle arches her back as I pull the elastic garment up and over her chest. I sense her round breasts fall free, and for one glorious moment, I feel them brush my forearm. Goddamn! She reaches skywards, and soon I’m hurriedly guiding the bra up her long, graceful arms. She has a ballet dancer’s arms…

There. She’s topless! I stare freely. Jesus, her tits are even more well-shaped than I’d imagined! Those nips alone are… wow!

“You like?” Giselle asks softly. She’s amused, and shakes her shoulders once, briefly. Her breasts bob back and forth. So hot.

I want to fondle her, but so far, Giselle’s only been hypnotized to let me disrobe her. I’ll have to put her back under and instruct her that I can touch her everywhere before she’ll consent to my hands on her. Patience, I tell myself.

Besides, I’m excited to see Giselle’s naked rear end. I reach down, quickly finding her yoga shorts. Man, these shorts are literally a second skin! It takes a little sliding my fingers about before I locate the elastic waistline.

“Go ahead,” I hear Giselle breathe into my ear. “I wanna be naked for you…”

I need no encouragement. In a swift motion, I drop to one knee, pulling the spandex over her shapely hips, then down those powerful legs. Oh man, does Giselle have great legs! I’m embarrassed to it, but I lose control and I lick her thighs as I shove the pants to the floor. She tastes salty.

Giggling just a little, Giselle steps out of the shorts. She didn’t mind the licking. Whew! Wonder what that means? Maybe she’d let me do stuff to her without the hypnosis clouding her mind? I wonder.

The young woman is completely starkers now. I’m still on my knees, and I gape up at her full nudity in wonder. In the dim light, I see the gray outlines of her breasts, her chiseled tummy, her hips, her shapely arms.

Of course, she’s perfectly shaved. It’s a professional wax job. Amazing.

“There, now,” my hypnotized subject murmurs. “We’re all good now, riiiiight?” She moans a little. “Mmmm… Is it bad… but I want’cha to spank me?”

I gawk, feeling somewhat in a trance myself. “Wut?” is all I can manage to say.

“Stand up,” she demands.

Now I’m the one who finds himself mindlessly obeying. I rise to my feet, and then I’m standing right against Giselle, gazing into her soft, glazed eyes. She leans forward, and I can feel her erect nipples on my chest. Her soft exhale smells minty.

The yoga goddess lets her eyelids fall half-closed and her lips part, just a little. This is the hottest I’m-horny-as-fuck expression I’ve ever seen on a woman. She steps even closer to me, really close, and now both of her tits, belly, and legs are squashed up against me. The light sweat from her body is seeping into my clothes.

“I fucking want you to spank me,” she groans, so softly I barely hear her.. “Doooo it…”

Now, she turns away, wriggles her butt at me, then climbs on the bed, remaining on all fours. Her naked ass is pointed in my general direction… and damn… she is fine.

I’ve spent a lot of quality Internet time iring the asses of porn stars, bikini models, fitness gurus, and social media influencers. Giselle’s two buttocks look like prize orbs to me. They’re meaty, but compact and small. Two perfect shapes. I do believe that if I stuck my hand between them and she flexed, she might break my bones.

“Spank me,” moans Giselle, placing her knees about a foot-and-a-half apart. She lowers herself down onto her forearms. Her butt rises higher into the air, and—oh God—I can dimly see both her pussy and anus. They’re both pink and calling out to me.

Fuck it. I’m spanking this woman.

With my left hand, I grab Giselle’s hip. My right hand rises up, then swats her! Directly on the left cheek! There’s a loud slap in the air.

“Ohhhhh daddy!” she cries in delight. “Again!”

I smack her once more.

“Yeah!” Giselle squeals, kicking her feet into the mattress. “Again, again, more!!!”

As a clinical sex therapist, I know that some women get into spanking from a young, impressible age. As a child, they are attracted to an older boy, who playfully slapped their bottoms while in a game of tag, or something. Later, an early lover in their teenage years also engaged in spank-play. A young woman associates the slaps with sexual attention, the fantasy lingers, and a fetish is born. Getting smacked in the ass genuinely becomes arousing for them.

I dunno if Giselle had that experience, but I’m beginning to smell her pussy. She’s leaning toward me, obviously hoping for more spanks. She’s growing really horny.

And so am I! In fact, I can’t think straight. I’m so hard, it feels like my cock is three feet long and about to shoot cum into space.

“Ugh!” Giselle cries out. She claws at the bedsheets. “Master, hypnotize me, make me your sex girl, just spank me! Hard!!! Do it!!!”

Master???

I can’t stop myself. I let fly with five more hard smacks, each one cracking in the air, each one producing yelps of joy from my naked companion. She’s squirming uncontrollably, her spine and limbs shaking like crazy. She squeals loudly, in this naughty little girl voice. Its so hot.

I have to fuck her.

With a savageness that shocks me, I give Giselle one last mighty whack across the rump. Then I grab both her hips, flip her, and throw her down onto the mattress. She shrieks aloud, crying out for more.

I’ve somehow yanked off my pants and underwear in less than a second. Nude from the waist down… and with my cock extending before me like a flagpole… I now pounce. I’m a beast. I scramble on top of Giselle, seeking to grab her by the wrists. She struggles, but I can tell she doesn’t really want to escape.

I pin her down, using the full weight of my upper body to make her helpless. She’s on her back, her arms above her head. She stares up at me, both shocked and delighted by the moment. Her cheeks are red, and her chest is heaving with ion. She’s sweating—I’m sweating—the air is overheating. We both huff like marathon runners.

“Look into my eyes,” I snarl, staring at her.

Giselle obeys.

“I am your master,” I demand, using my hypnotic control. “You are my slave. Say it!”

“You are my master!” Giselle gasps, not resisting. “I am your slave!”

She pants louder. “Fuck me, master!”

I’m already there. I tilt my hips back. At the same time, Giselle has raised her legs, giving me access. I thrust forward, and feel…

…oohhhhhhhhhhh YEAH! I throttle into her at full speed. Giselle’s whole body shakes as I ram into her as far as I can go. I notice her breasts shimmy upon impact.

Giselle is still helplessly staring into my eyes, but otherwise, she’s reacting like she’s a porn star. Her mouth is opened wide into a letter ‘O’, and her whole upper body is tensed. She’s breathing faster than a hummingbird’s wings now.

I have no control. Now I’m thrusting into Giselle with crazy abandon, pumping her supple body like I’m trying to break her in two. Oh God, her pussy feels incredible! This woman is so crazy hot! She moans, she gasps, she cries out, she shrieks, she wails, she screams, she yells with sheer erotic ion. All I can hear is her husky voice, endlessly babbling, “yeah baby yeah baby fuck me so hard you’re my master yeah baby yeah baby yeah baby yeah baby I’m your slave yeah baby yeeeeahhh!”

I cum. I explode like World War II heavy artillery. I climax so hard, I actually feel the recoil in my own hips. My whole body shakes, and for a moment, my vision goes blurry. I realize that my every muscle is strained to the max, because I nearly strain multiple somethings. I holler out loud; I honestly don’t know what words are escaping my lips.

Beneath me, Giselle writhes. I’m still pinning her down by her wrists, and she uselessly straining against my arms. Suddenly she closes her eyes, and arches her back so much, her chin nearly pokes my face. I almost lose sight of her expression.

“Master, I’m cuuuuummming…!” she rasps in a high-pitched voice. I feel her legs beside me, fluttering and kicking like crazy. “Ohhhhhhhhhh…!”

My orgasm is winding down, but Giselle is just firing off. Her whole body fights mine, and for a second, she nearly has the superhuman strength to throw me against the wall. I feel her wriggle about beneath me as she enjoys her happy ending.

I fuck on, even though I’m softening and relaxing. I can feel the slimy goo of our bodily fluids on my cock and thighs, and it momentarily grosses me out. The air smells like Giselle’s arousal; musky and intoxicating.

I’m suddenly exhausted. How many calories did I burn here, anyway? Probably a jazillion. I seriously feel like I may have pulled a back muscle.

Thankfully, Giselle reaches her climax, too. I feel her beneath me, her every muscle tensed into iron, her lips quavering with disbelieving ion. She’s pressing her pelvis into mine as much as she can, trying to wring out the last bits of orgasm from our momentary . I see her fingers twist into claws. She thrashes her head back and forth, just once. Her breathing is so rapid, she may be hyperventilating.

And then…

Its all over. Giselle lets out a long groan, and slowly deflates against the bed. She’s no longer resisting my strength. Every part of her body sags into relaxation. Her chest stops heaving, and I can detect her heartrate begin to decelerate.

I’m coming back to Earth myself. Now, my thoughts are clearing, and I’m realizing several things all at once:

I just participated in hypnosis master/slave sexplay.

I’ve just fucked the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

I’ve just fucked the wife of my wife’s best friend. (How messed up is that?)

I’ve just hypnotized an innocent young woman to cheat on her husband.

I’ve just cheated on Tracey.

Oh God… A wave of horrible shame washes over me.

I release Giselle, allowing my weary body to crash onto the mattress next to her.

Giselle and I lie there… just breathing… for what feels… like hours…

Then the nude young woman laughs, just a little. She seems oblivious to our lustful transgressions, and I guess that’s only natural—she’s still hypnotized to believe that she’s cool with being naked with strangers. She rolls onto her side, eyeing me with a mischievous grin.

“That was awesome,” she says hoarsely.

Glumly, I just grunt back, “…thanks.”

“I know I usually take my clothes off for guys, but…” Giselle wrinkles her nose, thinking. “Its weird.”

“What?” I ask, only half-interested.

“I usually wanna be fucked in doggie.”

I stare at her, realizing… I’m not the first man she’s cheated with.

“You’ve slept with other men,” I state. “Since you’ve been married.”

“Duh,” Giselle tells me. “I mean, most of my guys are younger than you… but so what?” She laughs again. “You did something to me, where I actually thought I was your sex slave. That was hot,” she grins again.

“You’ve never been faithful to your husband,” I say plainly.

“Nope,” Giselle replies, flopping onto her back. She’s still under hypnotic influence, and her subconscious is still a bit untethered. Her mind is free-associating; it’s a bit like she’s under truth serum.

“I mean,” the yoga princess continues, “I’m all into Dante, believe me. And he’ll be rich someday, really fucking rich. So I just have to stay married to him until I’m thirty-five, then I can divorce his ass for millions. And between now and then, I can still have fun with boys.” She shrugs. “It beats working.”

“…I see,” I say, taken aback by the woman’s ruthlessness.

“So, what did you do to me?” Giselle asks, her eyes lighting up. She rolls toward me and leans closer. “While we were fucking, I totally thought I was your sex slave! Like, I absolutely, completely believed that you were my master and I had to fuck you. I’m usually not into the whole sexist I-am-your-master thing… but that was hot.”

“Yeah…” I say slowly. “Well, you were hypnotized.”

“What?” She smiles. Her smile becomes coy. “You tricked me back under your spell, huh? Naughty boy…”

To my amazement, Giselle seems amused that I hypnotized her into sex. But now I’m wondering… maybe she was the one who manipulated me? Maybe she was looking to fuck me all along? I mean, her hypnosis was genuine, but-

Outside the bedroom, I hear the front door open. Boots enter the living room. I distinctly hear Dante say, “…no, that was before the seventh mile.”

“Yeah, well, whatever,” Tracey’s droll voice replies back.

My heart almost explodes with shock! They’re back??? Oh fuck, I thought I had hours!!!

In horror, I realize that I’m half-naked in Dante’s bed with Giselle, who is completely nude. The sheets are rumpled and our hair is disheveled. This couldn’t be more incriminating.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” I heard Dante announce.

With no time to think of a plan, I turn towards Giselle.

“Sleep!” I command her.

For a split-second, a look of shocked surprise hits Giselle’s face. But she can’t resist her hypnotic programming, and then she’s back into a deep, hypnotic trance, lying on the bed as if she naturally fell asleep.

Knowing I have maybe five seconds tops, I hiss into Giselle’s ear, “You will nothing! Nothing!”

I leap off the mattress. By a miracle, I spot and grab my pants. Then I dash through the bathroom door. I happen to slam it shut just as Dante enters the bedroom.

My heart pounding, I turn on the shower, full blast. I strip out of my clothes.

Jesus, what must Dante be thinking? Is he suspiciously examining his wife’s unclothed body? Is he smelling the sex in the air? Is he putting two-and-two together?

Terrified, I force myself to listen at the bedroom door. Over the noise of the shower, I can’t hear much.

Omigod, Dante’s gonna know! He’s gonna know! He’s gonna tell Tracey and Giselle’s gonna accuse me of hypnosis rape and I’ll get divorced and lose my clinical license and my savings s and if I’m lucky, I’ll wind up as the assistant manager at the Route 24 McDonalds. My wretched life is over!

But I don’t hear any yelling or arguing coming from Dante’s bedroom. You’d think that Dante is the kind of macho guy who would raise hell if he so much as thought his pretty wife looked at another man. But I don’t hear any fireworks.

Is it possible…

…I’m gonna get away with this?

I hesitate another three minutes. Nothing happens in that time. The shower is steaming up the bathroom.

Then, with nothing left to do, I strip naked. I get into the shower, and work on scrubbing Giselle’s scent from my body.

“Its been real, Turdbrain,” Tracey says to Dante. They briefly hug.

Its Sunday afternoon. The weekend is over, the Bentley has been packed, and my wife and I are about to drive back to Manhattan. We’re saying our good-byes in the cabin driveway now.

“Whatever,” replies Dante, pretending he doesn’t care. “Baby, you say good-bye?”

Giselle is on the porch, absorbed by her iPhone. She glides to stand beside her husband, allowing Dante to put an arm around her shoulders. She barely looks up at Tracey and me.

“It was, like, nice to meet you guys,” she says listlessly.

“Aw, c’mon, babe,” scowls Dante. “You can do better that that.”

Like a sullen teenager, Giselle rolls her eyes. The phone goes into her back jeans pocket, and she turns to Tracey.

“Be good to this loser,” Tracey tells Giselle, with a jerk of her head towards Dante.

Tracey and Giselle hug. It’s the most ionless, uncaring hug I’ve ever seen.

Now I find myself facing Giselle for my good-bye. Her sky-blue eyes search mine, and her face is completely expressionless.

For a horrified moment, I wonder: Does she ?

Giselle’s an exceptional hypnotic subject. I gave her all sorts of powerful suggestions, and she couldn’t resist a thing I put into her head. But now I realize, she wanted that first hypnosis session. She wanted the great yoga workout after. And she wanted me to entrance and seduce her.

But would she want to forget our tryst? That I don’t know.

As I hesitate, Giselle regards me without much interest.

“Thanks so much for coming,” she tells me, her voice flat and bored.

“Thanks for having me,” I manage back.

My hostess leans forward. We exchange a quick, meaningless embrace.

…for a second, I feel those breasts press against me. Damnit, I never got to fondle them!

Then Giselle turns away. She’s back on her phone.

“C’mon, dork,” Tracey says to me. “Traffic will be murder. You drive.”

I resist the urge to ogle Giselle one last time. Then, as Dante watches, my wife and I pile into the Bentley. I start the engine, and we pull away.