The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The silver pinwheel looked like it had been hand-painted with goopy, acrylic paint. The brushstrokes were uneven, though the image of the spiral was cleanly maintained across the layered surface. Somehow, the spiral only looked slightly uneven as it turned.

For the most part, I was impressed that Colt had opened a bottle of paint, let alone done anything crafty.

More than anything, the pinwheel looked like something out of a kid’s show. Like something the bully in some Saturday-morning cartoon would use on all the other kids at recess to make them give up their lunch money. The bully would then lounge and eat candy while all the other kids wandered around making animal sounds.

Their blank eyes would be animated to look just like the swirling spiral that hypnotized them.

I couldn’t help but think of myself like that. Maybe a sexy little kitty-girl who meows and purrs when her master pets her.

I imagined Colt putting fake cat-ears on me. They might look silly to onlookers, but I wouldn’t care about that. I wouldn’t care about anything.

My swirling, blank eyes were proof of that.

The pinwheel stopped spinning. My eyes drifted back to Colt, as my daydream fell to the back of my mind.

“Do you trust me?” my beloved asked.

The kitty-girl in my mind was wearing a leash now. She was bent over and waiting for her master to claim her.

I wanted to know what she felt like.

“Yes,” I answered. “I trust you with my life, my love.”

Colt smiled and sat down on the bed next to me.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just looked in each other’s eyes; taking a moment to feel our love before we took another step.

Finally, Colt broke the silence.

“Then let’s talk about limits.”

I nodded and let him lay everything out. It was all pretty normal for us. He reminded me that he would never ask me to do any of the hard limits from our contract. He said that any time, I could still use the safeword and the scene would stop. He made it clear that hypnosis couldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to.

I smiled and nodded as he got this out of the way. All the while, still daydreaming about the me with spirally-eyes getting absolutely railed from behind by my husband.

I know I should take this more seriously. He’s told me that it’s a sub’s responsibility to take consent seriously… And I want to be a good sub…

“What’s the safeword, Rose?”

“Ditka,” I said automatically. It hadn’t changed since we started playing like this five years ago.

“Good girl,” he said as his hand brushed the still-tender spot on my cheek. The gentle pain a reminder of how much I trusted him.

His hand slowly crept towards my hair. I secretly wished he would grab me by the hair and force my eyes to his. He’d look down at me with that perfect smile of his and tell me he didn’t care about my limits. That he didn’t care about a safeword. That he was going to do whatever he wanted with me…

The image of the spiral-eyed kitty-girl nodding emotionlessly came back to my mind. She was perfect. A being created just for sex. She had no limits. Nothing that would keep her from pleasing her master no matter how he wanted to use her…

She wouldn’t be scared of some doorway…

“Rose, look at me.” My Master’s commanding voice dragged me back out of my daydream. “I want to make sure—”

I didn’t let him finish. Instead, my lips found his.

I knew this was the price of being in a D/s relationship with a genuinely good man. Consent is always negotiated in advance, even if it completely breaks the flow of our anniversary. As I slid my tongue into his, I decided I didn’t care.

Consent only existed to keep Colt from taking advantage of me. Something I knew from the bottom of my heart that he’d never do.

I promised myself that if we ever did this again, we’d really take the time and talk it all out.

I broke the kiss and began kis his face, making my way over to his neck. As I did, his face moved to my chest. I lifted my hand to cup my breast, and lightly rubbed my nipple against his lips.

He didn’t waste any time. His lips latched and he began sucking.

“God… yes…” I moaned. Colt always knew exactly how hard to suck. I felt goosebumps blooming along my spine as he paused right before it got too intense.

His tongue flicked once, then he got back to sucking. I so much preferred he use his mouth for this instead of talking endlessly about consent. I felt myself dripping as I opened my legs; signalling I wanted more. His fingers immediately found my opening and started rubbing my clit just right…

I gasped and stopped kissing him just for a moment. I arched my back and pressed myself into both his fingers and his mouth as he made it clear just how much he loved me.

I felt my orgasm just barely starting to build again.

But I didn’t want to wait any longer. I reached down for Colt’s hand and pulled it off my pussy.

My fingers interlaced with his, and I squeezed three times.

I love you.

He never stopped sucking my nipple. Instead he sucked hard and relaxed.

Once…

Twice…

And again a third time…

I love you too.

I placed my finger under his chin and lifted his face up to mine.

His ocean-blue eyes felt like they were boring into my very soul. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to enjoy me so bad.

I could see myself in his eyes; hypnotized, expressionless, with spirals swirling in my eyes…

I imagined bouncing up and down on his cock as he held the pinwheel in front of me. The turning spiral ensuring I’d never even consider disobedience.

In my mind’s eye, I could finally see that look on his face. The look of ecstasy. The look a man could only have when he fully subjugated a woman. A look I had never actually seen him wear.

I wanted to see him like that. I wanted to see how he’d look if he really claimed me.

Truly and fully.

“I’m ready, Colt,” I said with a lack of hesitation that surprised even myself, “I want you to hypnotize me.”

Colt’s setup was actually quite clever. He’d built a small stand for the pinwheel that had a battery-powered desk fan attached. The fan would blow on the pinwheel on its lowest setting, and the pinwheel would lazily spin.

As it did, the spiral started to turn.

I could see my own reflection in the mirror-like surface of the pinwheel. The painted-on spiral twisted overtop my image. The slightly uneven nature of the paint made it look almost like a writhing, wiggling thing crawling over my face.

Like a hypnotic snake. Binding me. Locking me into its power. Carved from Colt’s will, it would press my own will into alignment.

I loved it.

“Take a deep breath, Rose.” I could hear Colt breathing in and out so slowly…

I made sure my breath matched his.

In…

Hold.

And Out…

I could feel my shoulders relax as I exhaled.

“Very good, Rose. Let’s go again. In…”

I inhaled…

Held my breath.

And Exhaled…

I could feel the tension in my neck seem to drift away as I did.

“That’s it, Rose, just like that. Keep going…”

In… Hold. Out…

In… Hold. Out…

We breathed together again and again until it stopped feeling sexy. And even then, we kept going. My pussy had completely dried up. It felt like we had just been sitting there breathing for almost an hour.

I wanted to stare listlessly into space while my husband literally fucked my brains out. How long was this going to take?

“You look tense, Rose. Be honest, how are you feeling?”

Be honest.

“I’m feeling… frustrated and impatient… I want to fuck you…”

I had no fear of being yelled at or slapped or being punished in any way for being frustrated with him. He’d told me to be honest. We’d long established that no one should be punished for speaking their truth.

I felt his hand rubbing my back. It slowly dawned on me that I was still naked from before.

That’s right… We were naked… How long had I been watching the pinwheel?

“Do you still trust me, Rose?”

I felt his hand on my shoulder now. I felt his warmth.

His love.

“I trust you with my life, my love.”

I heard him take a deep breath and I matched my breathing to his. I felt my body relax even more with this thousandth or maybe ten-thousandth breath.

“We’re almost there, Rose. Just trust me and keep breathing with me. I promise we’ll get to the part you want, but for this to work, we have to do it right. Keep trusting me. I think you’re going to love this.” He took another deep breath to cap off his sentence.

I, of course, matched my breathing to his. After I exhaled, I said, “I think I’m going to love this too.”

I don’t know how much longer we sat there breathing. I only know that I never let my eyes drift away from the spiral.

I could see it twisting on top of my face, over and over again in the pinwheel reflection.

I was so excited to see what it could twist me into.

I relaxed further with the next deep breath and let myself drift off into my own thoughts. Whenever Colt decided it was time to move on, I would be ready. Until then, I trusted him to do this the right way…

No matter how long it might take.

“I’m so glad you trusted me, Rose… See, I’ve been doing a lot of reading about hypnosis lately…”

He paused as if waiting for me to respond. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I didn’t. I just kept breathing and watching the spiral turn. Everything felt so quiet and relaxing. I honestly wasn’t too worried about if we were going to have sex or not.

I was only now realizing how badly I needed some straight-up downtime. Sexy or not, this “hypnosis session” might have been exactly what I needed.

So I kept breathing and let Colt keep talking. He told me all about how he had been reading about hypnosis and more specifically about erotic hypnosis. He told me about how people who fetishize submission can get too horny to focus on the hypnosis, so he had to make it long and boring for it to work…

At least, that’s what I think he said… I found myself zoning out a lot as he talked.

Not like I did earlier though. Not like where I imagined myself as someone else. More like… I was present and not at the same time… Like I was in the room, but watching myself watch the spiral turn.

I looked so calm. So serene. And Colt just kept talking to me as I stared deeper and deeper into the pinwheel. I noticed my body slumping further into the bed. I tried to make out what Colt was telling me now…

“...you’ll feel that sense of relaxation spread to your neck, creeping ever upwards…”

Oh yes… I could feel it. That cool, calming feeling, slowly spreading throughout my body…

“Moving up even into your head. Making even your mind feel relaxed… Do you want that, Rose? Do you want your mind to feel the same way as your body?”

I was lying on the bed now, not even looking at the spiral. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were opened or closed. I was so relaxed.

I was so relaxed.

I was so relaxed…

And I wanted my mind to feel like this too.

I wanted to escape so badly.

“Yes,” I finally whispered in response.

“Good girl,” I heard my Master say. “Enter trance, Rose.”

Rose’s eyes did slide shut as her Master pulled her into trance for the first time. She was breathing steadily and, for the first time in years, felt truly, fully relaxed.

Colt leaned up close against her.

“How do you feel?” he asked, with obvious excitement in his voice.

“Calm,” the hypnotized girl responded.

“You like that calm feeling, don’t you?”

The hypnotized girl’s eyes fluttered a little. She was ing her day at work. She was ing the moment when three six-year-olds were all arguing over who got to use the last scented crayon and how there was nothing she could do to keep two of them from crying.

She took a deep breath and ed how the spiral had looked as it overlaid her face.

“Yes,” she said as she smiled. “I love this calm feeling.”

The hypnotized girl felt her husband’s body pressing against her. He was so warm. So soothing.

So safe.

She always felt safe with him.

“I know why you love to submit, Rose,” he said as the hypnotized girl lay there motionless.

“You make so many decisions at that job of yours. So many hard choices with no right answer… Reports for , IEP meetings, parent emails, you deal with so much…”

“When I submit to you… it all falls away…” The hypnotized girl mumbled.

This wasn’t a secret to her. She had told her husband about this before they were even married. Submission was such a relief to her. Letting all the noise of the world fall away until it’s just the two of them. No decisions. No worries. No weight of the world bearing down with an infinite future of uncertainty. All of it fell away…

Just the two of them…

“That’s right… It’s like giving your brain a nice break. Almost like sitting on the couch and watching a movie. Letting your brain believe, just for a moment, that the fantasy is real and you can trust whoever’s running it to make sure everything turns out just right… You trust me, don’t you, Rose?”

The hypnotized girl wanted to tell her husband that she trusted him with her life, but she was so tired… Speaking seemed so hard…

“Yes.” was all she managed to get out.

The hypnotized girl felt her husband’s cock harden as he pressed his body into hers. She didn’t think too much about it though.

She really wasn’t thinking much about anything.

“What I want you to … The most important thing I want you to …”

Something lit up in the hypnotized girl’s mind. She focused her attention on his voice. It was so important she ed this next part.

“When you submit to me normally, that’s letting your mind rest. When you let me hypnotize you, that’s letting your mind sleep.”

If she hadn’t been so utterly relaxed, the hypnotized girl might’ve awakened from her trance upon hearing that.

The thought of truly being free from choices. Of letting her mind actually sleep after working it tirelessly for years…

“Would you like that, Rose? Would you like to let me put your mind all the way to sleep?”

She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than that.

“I want this,” she said out loud.

I want this, she thought to herself over and over.

I want to be hypnotized. I want my mind to sleep…

She’d give anything to feel that way.

Anything.

She could feel his cock throbbing against her side. He was getting so turned on by this.

Good, the hypnotized girl thought to herself, If he gets too horny, he can feel free to use me.

“Good girl, Rose. Say that again.”

The hypnotized girl scrunched her brow. She hadn’t actually said anything, but that didn’t really seem to matter.

“It’s okay. You’re safe… You’re always safe with me…”

That’s right… she loved and trusted him… She always felt safe with him…

“You can always use our safeword if you feel like you need to stop…”

Why would she need to stop? She was doing just fine and the only thing going on with Colt was that his cock kept getting harder.

If he gets too horny, he can feel free to use me.

“Good girl. Get on your hands and knees.”

The hypnotized girl’s body seemed to move on its own. Her husband had been right. Normal submission was like watching a show. Relaxing, but not free of choice. At every point she’d wonder if she was really enjoying this. If she’d want to keep going or do something else. Should she continue a scene she didn’t like just because Colt was having fun? What if he was doing the same with her? Were they both doing something neither of them wanted?

“Rose, let your mind sleep. Don’t worry about any of that right now.”

The hypnotized girl felt her pussy moisten as all those distracting thoughts fell away from her sleeping mind.

The hypnotized girl was on her hands and knees on her Master’s bed. She was dripping wet.

And there was nothing else.

She parted so easily for him when he slid inside her. She didn’t squeeze or moan or react in any way to being taken by her Master.

She hadn’t been told to and her mind was too asleep to do something it wasn’t told to.

Her Master wasn’t even talking to her. He was just fucking her. Using her like a toy.

Oh wow… That was a nice thought…

Less than a slave. A toy.

As her natural lubrication increased, so did his pace.

His thrusts became faster and deeper. His hands were squeezing tightly on her hips. She could feel his cock pushing too deeply in her. She could feel the bruise already starting to form deep inside.

You can always use our safeword if you feel like you need to stop…

The hypnotized girl didn’t say a word. She just endured his harder and harder thrusts. Not for her own pleasure. Not even for his. She endured it because she hadn’t been told to do anything else.

After a moment, he did his final, most powerful thrust, and then pulled back from her.

Despite the empty, aching feeling, she could feel his warmth still deep inside her. Even without his cock, she was still marked.

God, it felt good to be owned.

She felt him place a towel in her hand.

“Clean yourself up, then I’m going to do something for you.”

The hypnotized girl had started wiping the cum off automatically. Her mind tried to wake up and wonder what he was going to do, but she didn’t actually want to wake up. She wanted to be hypnotized. So instead of wondering, she just kept staring at the spinning pinwheel.

She didn’t even think about how she had been staring at it the entire time he used her.

She just let the spiral overtake her again.

It felt so good to let her mind sleep.

The hypnotized girl felt a tug on her neck and suddenly ed the leash. She looked away from the spiral to the man holding the leash.

His smile. That same beautiful, dominant smile he saved just for her.

The hypnotized girl couldn’t resist it when she was awake. She stood no chance against it with her mind asleep.

“Crawl, on your hands and knees. We’re going upstairs.” The hypnotized girl felt her heart turn to ice.

“Just like you’ve always wanted.”

The hypnotized girl’s mind woke up just a little this time. She ed the first time she had begged him to do this. To take her upstairs and use her as furniture.

With the windows open. Where anyone could theoretically look in and see her.

Oh, God…

Before she could stop, her body was moving on its own. Crawling seductively as her Master led her to the staircase. They had tried this dozens of times.

She could imagine prying eyes from their neighbors. The same judging eyes that scorned her during parent-teacher conferences. She couldn’t be seen like this. Even in her own home, the risk that someone might find out their child’s teacher likes to…

The hypnotized girl realized she was halfway up the steps now. It was happening automatically. She was really doing it. She was really going to do it.

She’d only gotten this far a few times before. The curtains weren’t wide open or anything. Realistically, someone would probably need a telescope to look into their living room and at that point, could they really say that she was the weirdo?

Still, she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Some crazy teenager with a telescope peeking in their house. Seeing her jill herself as Colt used her as a footrest. He’d tell the school. There’d be a PTA meeting. At best, she’d only be suspended without pay while they investigated. At worst…

The hypnotized girl took the final step. She was so close now. So close to that threshold she had never been brave enough to cross. That final line that divided their playroom from the rest of the house.

Just one… more… step…

“Ditka!” I yelled out as I collapsed on the stairs crying.

In less than a second, Colt had his arms wrapped around me.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! You’re safe…”

I felt his powerful arms squeeze me three times as he hugged me. Then, his powerful arms relaxed, and I felt him stroking my hair.

“It’s okay, Rose. I won’t push you… I don’t want you to ever be scared.”

The tears began flowing harder. Still, I had to force my way through them. I had to tell him.

“I don’t want to be scared either,”

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

In…

Hold.

Out…

I felt a little better and the tears seemed to slow down just enough for me to say, “That’s why I want you to hypnotize me more.”