The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You by George Benson started playing on the jukebox for the third time that night. Just like the first two times, I couldn’t help but stare into Colt’s eyes as I ed our first dance on our wedding day.

His beautiful ocean-blue eyes stared back at me and I knew he was as lost in me as I was in him.

It was our third wedding anniversary. It also happened to be a Tuesday so our favorite bar was empty.

Just me, my love, and a bartender who was content to let us put whatever we wanted on the jukebox so long as we kept tipping well. I reached for my mojito, but Colt’s hand interrupted mine.

He folded my hand into his and squeezed softly three times.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

His hand started trailing my arm, towards my neck. I looked over to make sure the bartender wasn’t watching.

“He went in the back,” Colt said as my gaze fell back to his hand, still oh-so-slowly tracing across my elbow.

God, I wanted him to reach higher.

Colt smiled. I’m sure he knew what I was thinking.

His fingers crept under my scarf and started exploring what was underneath.

I was so glad our anniversary was in February. It meant we could go out every year without anyone noticing that I had…

Goosebumps bloomed over my entire body as I felt his finger slip into the metal loop beneath my scarf. I felt the familiar sensation of his finger sliding through the loop and curling it around.

He had me now. He had me by my collar. That one finger was more powerful than my entire body.

The tension on my neck was a joyous reminder of what I was to him.

“Kiss me, slave,” he whispered in the sexiest voice I ever heard.

“Yes, Master,” I whispered back as the pull on my neck became overwhelming. I let him lead me by the neck into the kiss.

He kissed me like it was our wedding day, and the way he held my neck had only gotten more powerful over the three years. I felt him tugging intentionally on the collar as our tongues danced.

One… two… three…

I broke the kiss.

“I love you too… Master…”

“Good girl…” he said in that deliciously sexy whisper of his before his eyes darted to the back room. “Now let’s get back to our drinks.” His hand withdrew from beneath my scarf as the bartender’s footsteps began to ring out. By the time he was back at the bar, my collar was safely hidden and I was finishing my mojito.

“Perfect timing, would you mind making another mojito for my beloved Rose?”

I could literally feel my cheeks burning as I blushed.

“Sure thing, boss,” the bartender said as he dipped below the counter to grab the rum.

As far as the bartender knew, we were merely married. He didn’t know that if Colt told me to, I’d have bent over the bar right there and let him use me.

I could imagine it happening. Colt whispering the order in my ear and I’d stand up shivering. I always trusted my husband. He’d flick up my skirt, and tell me what a good girl I was for leaving my panties at home.

I’d be so wet… I’d let him do it. I wouldn’t care who saw…

I’d do anything to make Colt happy. To make Master happy…

Instead of fucking me over the bar, Colt held my hand as he listened about my week. He ordered more of my favorite drinks and let me pick his drinks. When we got too tipsy, he called an Uber home.

As we rode home in the back of a pristine Honda Civic, Colt’s eyes never left the driver’s head.

He wouldn’t let the driver see. He wouldn’t let me get embarrassed.

I knew I could always feel safe with Colt.

But when we hit that long stretch of interstate that connected Chicago proper to our home in Arlington Heights, and we were both sure that the driver was keeping his eyes on the road and not looking back at us, I felt Colt’s hand begin to slowly creep along my leg.

I pulled my knees up to my chest. My skirt flipped up just a little. Not enough that anyone would notice unless they happened to be looking.

If they had been looking though, they’d know what a good girl I was.

Colt’s fingers felt cold against my pussy. They always did at first.

I clenched my mouth shut. I was completely silent as my husband pleasured me. The driver never knew about the orgasm I had in the back of his pristine back seat.

Though I’ll it, it was a little bit less pristine when we got home… My thighs were trembling, my pussy was throbbing. Colt got out on his side and walked around to let me out, like he always does. The February air felt cold against my damp dress as he helped me to my feet.

I squeezed his hand three times as he led me into the house.

Neither of us dared to look back as the driver started yelling at us.

Colt didn’t let go of my hand as he led me inside. We walked through the living room into the kitchen. Off to the side was a locked door that led into the basement.

We told friends and family that it was just a storage closet. Besides the two of us and the house’s previous owner, nobody in the world knew there was a basement.

Colt pulled out the key. It was the only one.

I heard the familiar click of it sliding into place. The sound of him unlocking it, of opening the door to that most special place in the world, it made me feel…

Wet? Loved? Aroused? Submissive?

Yes, all of those, but most of all.

Devoted.

He did this all for me. He collared me on our wedding night. He wrote a contract and then pricked my finger so I could sign it with my own blood.

That contract was framed above the heart-shaped bed in our basement. Flanked on both sides by the various toys and restraints that Colt used to ensure I knew my place.

God, I love him.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

I fell to my knees before him. I made sure the skirt of my dress was pooled around me. Colt stood like a god above me.

My Colt. My love. My everything…

“Reveal yourself to me.”

I’m going to show him my body…

I let the scarf fall first. Revealing the collar that lay beneath. The metal loop at the front felt so naked. I couldn’t wait for him to clip my leash onto it.

Then, I reached back with one arm, and tugged at the bow on the back of my dress.

The soft fabric slid down my shoulders until breasts, tummy, and all the rest were revealed. My dress lay in a loose pile around my kneeling form.

With practiced ease, I leaned back from my kneeling position into a more reclined position. As much as I loved kneeling before Colt, I knew he’d want to see my tattoo.

He always loved seeing my tattoo.

I stretched out a leg in front of me and leaned backwards. ed by my hands, I was able to spread my legs along the floor and show my master what he wanted to see.

Just above my pussy, in a place no one but Colt would ever see, was the proof of his ownership.

“PROPERTY OF COLTON SMITH”

And an arrow that pointed at my opening.

The letters weren’t big. The entire tattoo was small enough that I could wear any style of swimsuit and it would still be hidden.

Only with him. Only when it was the two of us, safely alone. That’s when I could reveal what I truly was.

“Say it,” my master commanded. His eyes were fixed on me. Scanning me up and down. Both looking straight through my soul and drinking in every inch of my body.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I, Rose Smith, am the property of Colton Smith. Please use my body as you see fit, Master.”

As good as it felt to say those words, it felt even better to see his cock twitch beneath his slacks.

He held the leash before me.

“What do you say?”

He did this every time. As much as I wanted him to just claim me, use me like the property I was, he did this every time.

He wouldn’t go any further unless I said it.

“I want you to do this, Colt.” I said as I turned my head, unable to meet his gaze.

“I want to be your property.” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

Strong, muscular arms swooped around me. He lifted me off the floor and carried me over to the heart-shaped bed I’d still never actually slept in.

He laid me down facing the opposite direction you might expect. My head was at the “tip” of the heart, and my feet each found one of the curves at the top. I took a moment to look up at the wall above the headboard, where my framed contract was on display.

I couldn’t help but read it to myself as Colt affixed the leash to my collar.

SECTION I — ROSE

I, Rose Smith, on this my wedding day, freely and willingly offer my submission to Colton Smith at all times, in all places, except where doing so would cause public harm or legal consequence.

I remain his slave in private and in public, though discretion may be required.

I give this submission willingly and may revoke it at any time.

“Having fun?” Colt whispered breathily in my ear before his lips drifted down to my neck.

“Yes…” I moaned out as I felt his teeth begin to graze my neck.

“Keep reading it,” he said in between playful nibbles.

I forced myself to look at the next section.

SECTION II — COLTON

I, Colton Smith, on this my wedding day, accept authority over Rose’s conduct, discipline, and sexual use.

I accept this authority as a sacred responsibility to protect, provide for, and cherish her.

I remain her master in private and in public. Through discretion, I will protect my slave from unwanted shame.

I swear my dominance will never endanger her safety, dignity, or future.

He had insisted on that last part. No matter how much I needed to submit. How badly I wanted to be mistreated, Colt never did that.

Even when dominating me, he always thought of my needs first. Just like he was right then, as he moved between my spread legs.

“Master, you don’t need to—Oh!” his tongue always felt so good along my clit…

As I felt my juices begin to flow, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. This isn’t what I wanted tonight. I didn’t care about feeling good. I wanted to be the one on my knees using my mouth on him, but…

“I’m in charge and this is what I want to do. It’s not your place to tell me what I don’t need to do.” He accented that last part with a particularly mean flick of his tongue.

I guess I had no choice. I’d have to lie on this bed feeling the tension of the collar around my neck and let my husband pleasure me orally; with nothing to the time but my own contract hung over this sacred place.

“Keep. Reading,” Master commanded.

I nodded and looked back to the framed document.

SECTION III — SAFETY

At any time, the safeword “DITKA” ends any scene or experience.

Colt agrees to stop and return Rose to emotional safety upon hearing it.

Submission is given, never taken.

I couldn’t help but smile.

I never wanted to use my safeword. I considered it something of a personal failure to not be able to serve my master in the way he wants. Still, Colt always insisted we use one. He wanted to know at all times that I was enjoying whatever happened to me.

SECTION IV — HARD LIMITS

Colt agrees that under no circumstances can the following acts be performed unless initiated by his slave.

• Acts that result in permanent physical harm
• Anal sex
• Lesbianism
• Sexual involving a third party

I honestly hadn’t even wanted to write this section. Yes, all of those things are kind of innately repulsive to me, but the thought that I could be forced to do those things… Imagining myself tied up as Colt whips me or fucks my ass…

Hell, the thought of him fucking another girl while ordering me to kiss her…

The image of me doing that doesn’t turn me on.

But the thought of being made to do that… Well… that actually does more to get me wet than Colt’s tongue.

And Colt’s tongue is quite good at getting me wet. In fact, as I approached the final section of the contract, my orgasm began to build.

SECTION V — DURATION

If the above agree to the above, then Colton Smith will act as “Master” and Rose Smith will act as “slave” in perpetuity. While both participants agree that submission may be withdrawn, they acknowledge their love as ever-lasting and sign this contract in their own blood with the full intention to never break it.

Below, in large, smeared, brown-red cursive letters, were mine and Colt’s names, dated three years ago to this day.

It was actually the first time I ever signed anything as “Rose Smith”

Staring at those letters… Staring at my own blood-signature swearing myself to slavery… ing the pain of the knife along my finger and ing how Colt had so carefully bandaged it when we were done…

All of that blended in my mind as his tongue pushed me up further and further.

I was so close. I was right on the edge.

And then his tongue retreated.

“No….” I moaned as I writhed. “I was so close…”

SLAP

A sharp pain blossomed across my face as my master rightfully punished me for saying no.

“Bad girl. You know better than to…”

But, his words were lost to me. That slap did so much and I was already so close.

I actually came from getting slapped.

The orgasm was strange. Almost like it came from my burning cheek instead of my pussy. It was slower, and felt like it overtook my whole body at once.

Just as quickly as it overtook me, it had faded. No nice aftershocks either. Honestly, all in all a pretty disappointing orgasm.

Though I didn’t care about any of that. I was just reeling from the fact Colt had dommed me so hard it made me cum.

I can’t tell you what kind of face I was making in that moment. I only know how amused Colt looked as he made his way back around the bed.

A tug on my leash pulled my head backwards. I let it fall over the edge of the bed and I was greeted by an upside-down view of my husband’s perfect cock.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Colt’s cock slid in easily, and I felt my throat stretching to accommodate him.

I had no fear of gagging. I’d long since trained that out of me.

I pressed my tongue against the bottom of my mouth (though still deliberately covering my teeth) and let myself breath through my nose in between thrusts. The timing always took a few tries to get used to; Colt never fucked my mouth the same way twice. Once I got in the groove, it was easy enough to breathe through my nose each time Colt pulled back.

Once I had breathing figured out, I could work on really pleasuring him.

On his next thrust, I sucked in my cheeks, increasing the pressure on his cock. I felt him pulse in response.

On the thrust after, I sucked harder and reached up to play with his balls. They felt soft and perfect in my hands and I loved that he trusted me with them. As I lightly cupped them, I felt him pulsing in my mouth again.

He was going to cum. I was going to make my master cum with my mouth.

I was so excited to serve him like this.

Instead, his cock pulled back from my mouth. Before I could say anything, a powerful tug on my leash brought my head and body back to an upright position.

Colt waited calmly for the inevitable head rush I was experiencing to die down.

“Okay… I’m good,” I said after a minute. “Master, why did we stop? I wanted to make you cum. I wanted to thank you for what you did to me.”

Colt smiled and stroked my cheek right where he had slapped it. His touch felt tender and loving as it strayed over the painful, bruised flesh.

It’s a good thing I took the week off, I thought to myself as I imagined the bruise that would form. Wouldn’t want to explain that one to the kids…

“Because I have a surprise for you.”

I blinked twice.

“What?” I asked.

“We stopped because I have a surprise for you,” he said as he walked over to a dresser which we mostly kept spare bedsheets and some very special underwear in.

He started digging through the top drawer and pulled out something I had never seen before.

It was a children’s pinwheel. The kind you might see in yards, spinning on a windy day. This was colored a mirror-like silver.

And when he turned it towards me, I saw a black spiral had been hand-painted on the front.

Colt flicked the edge of the pinwheel, and the spiral started to turn, though only for a few seconds before the pinwheel came to a halt.

“I know you’ve been yearning for something… a little more intense, Rose.”

I swallowed. It was rare for Colt to call me by my actual name when we were down here.

He really only did that when it was time to negotiate a new limit.

What are we about to do? I wondered as I let the reflective shine of the pinwheel catch my eye again.