The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Becky Peterson is no ordinary pretty face, blonde and lean with curves placed where anyone would ire. Becky was tall, 5′10″ with sky blue eyes hid the mind of a predator. Becky was a mob enforcer/contract killer who grew up in a powerful family and was very keen on showing her younger brothers that she was more than their equals in the arts of elimination. At some point, however, Becky gave up on ever running the business, instead she became a powerful enforcer for the family, so successful in fact that she branched out on her own taking on “hits” that intrigued her and had now made the young woman in her late 20’s a very wealthy woman.

William “Bam Bam” Antinelli was just entering his room after a long day when he noticed the beautiful blonde standing at the head of his bed, smiling and he assumed someone had sent him a turn down service, she was dressed in a cute baby-doll outfit and there were no visible weapons on her as she smiled at him while applying a pink shade of lip gloss.

“Hello handsome, my name is Becky, and I’ve been assigned to take care of you for the evening. Why don’t you come over here and sit with me, I’d love to help you unwind after your long day…”

Becky smiled softly as she locked eyes with Bill, her expression warm and affectionate, with just a hint of something deeper in her eyes. She picked up the lip gloss tube slowly twisting it open and coating her lips once more with that shiny, sweet layer. The applicator glided smoothly, leaving her mouth glistening under the soft bedroom light before walking over and giving him a deep kiss on his neck and lips as she pulled him back to the bed.

“Mmm, you look so relaxed, Bill,” she purred, her voice low and soothing. “Feeling wonderful, aren’t you? Good… just let yourself sink into it.”

She leaned in closer, her body pressing lightly against his on the bed, the silky lingerie brushing his skin. “Have you ever heard of the ‘Vampire’s Kiss’?” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “It’s this special way of kissing… no teeth at all, just the strength of the tongue and lips. The tongue is so powerful, you know. It can press and stroke in ways that feel incredible.”

Bill smiled waiting for what he guessed would be a very pleasant experience from the sexy blonde that now had him laid out on his bed, his cock stirring in anticipation. Becky’s fingers gently tilted Bill’s head to the side, exposing his neck as she continued in a calm, hypnotic tone.

“Especially right here… at the junction where the carotid artery and jugular vein meet. With repeated pressure and slow, firm tongue strokes, it sends waves through your body. It can make your pulse race at first, then slow it down… make your limbs feel heavier and heavier, like they’re melting into the sheets. It relaxes you so deeply, makes everything feel fuzzy and warm, like you’re floating. You won’t be able to move much soon, but it feels so good… you’ll just want more.”

Bill was excited this hot, sexy woman with the amazing body was ready to give him pleasure? Yes, he was all in as he felt her lips begin their work completely oblivious to what she’d just said to him.

Becky trailed soft, glossy kisses along his jawline, her lips leaving shiny traces on the skin as her voice soft and hypnotic calmed his mind. She the settled her mouth on his neck, right at that sensitive spot she’d just described, Becky’s mouth opened slightly, and he felt the warm, slick pressure of her tongue, so amazingly strong and deliberate stroking firmly and rhythmically over the pulse point. Slow circles, then long, pressing strokes, again and again. The gloss made everything slippery and sensual, the sensation intense yet soothing as his cock continued to stir in his pants.

“That feels so good doesn’t it baby…just let Becky take good care of you making everything bad that happened just drift away…”

“Yeah, thanks Becky that sounds amazing, hmmm just like the feel of your mouth…”

Bill’s body had responded exactly as she described, a wonderful heaviness spread through his limbs, making them feel leaden and wonderfully relaxed. His arms and legs simply did not want to move; they just sank deeper into the mattress as his mind stayed fuzzy and blissful, every stroke of her tongue pulling him further into a warm, dreamy state. Her soft moans vibrated gently against his skin as she continued working that spot, never using teeth, just pure, powerful tongue and lip pressure.

She paused for a moment, lips still brushing the neck, and whispered, “That’s it… just let it happen. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re safe with me, Bill. So safe and heavy…”

Her tongue returned, stroking steadily, sending more waves of heavy, pleasurable relaxation through Bills body as Becky lifted her head just enough to look into his eyes, her glossy lips curved in a slow, almost tender smile. Her voice stayed soft and sultry and hypnotic, barely above a whisper holding Bill on the edge of a trance.

“Sal says hello, by the way,” she murmured, brushing her slick lips along your jaw again. “Your old rival… the mob boss. He sends his regards. This is a hit, Bill. A very special one.”

She allowed that sink in for a moment, watching Bill’s face with her heavy lidded blue eyes, but her tone never lost its warm, hypnotic sweetness as she lowered her mouth back to Bill’s neck without hesitation. Becky’s tongue returned to that exact sensitive junction as before, strong, slick with fresh gloss, pressing and stroking in slow, rhythmic circles and long, firm glides. Once again there were no teeth, just relentless, expert pressure. Each stroke sent another deep wave of that heavy, fuzzy relaxation crashing through his body as his limbs began to feel even heavier now, like warm butter melting into the mattress. Her seductive tongue pressure began to achieve her desired effect and his arms would not lift any longer…and his legs could no longer move. Even turning his head felt impossible and all he could do was lie there, breathing slow and deep, as the wonderful, dreamy haze grew thicker in his mind.

She moaned softly against Bill’s skin, the vibration traveling straight through him, while her hand gently stroked his chest in lazy circles.

“Mmm… that’s it,” she whispered between strokes, her breath hot and sweet. “Just relax for me. You’re doing so good, Bill. So heavy… so safe. You couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to, can you? Sal wanted it slow and sweet like this. No mess. Just you drifting away while I take care of everything with my tongue…”

Her mouth resumed its steady, sensual work as it pressed, stroked and circled his neck pulling him deeper and deeper into that blissful, powerless state. Bill’s vision started to blur softly at the edges, the room slowly felt warmer, more distant. Her silky body stayed pressed close, one leg draped lightly over his, holding him in place as she continued the “Vampire’s Kiss.”

Bill was completely relaxed now… too relaxed to resist, too heavy to move, too fuzzy to fight it. Becky kept her body pressed close to his, her silky lingerie sliding against his skin as she whispered one last time against his ear.

“Sal really wanted you to go out feeling good, Bill. No pain. Just this… sweet, slow drift. That’s it just let go for me, its over now and there’s no need to even try to fight what I’m doing to you.”

Bill in fact did relax, his mind to fogged to try and figure out how he allowed himself to be taken like this, how this albeit beautiful “girl” had so expertly undone him.

Becky resumed her Vampire’s Kiss with renewed focus, her glossy lips seal warmly over the sensitive spot on his neck her strong, slick tongue working in slow, relentless strokes, firm circles, then long, pressing glides, still never using teeth, just pure, rhythmic pressure. The fresh layer of gloss making every movement slippery and intimate.

Bill’s already heavy limbs sank even deeper into the mattress and the fuzzy warmth in his head thickened into a soft, euphoric fog as his heartbeat, which had quickened at first from the sensual stimulation, now began to slow under the repeated baroreceptor pressure with a wave of profound relaxation washing over him, stronger than before, His breathing grew slower, shallower and his vision softened at the edges, the luxurious bedroom lights blurring into a dreamy haze.

Becky moaned softly against Bill’s neck, the vibration adding to the sensation while she never broke , her tongue maintaining that steady, expert rhythm. Minutes ed, her mouth working patiently, her hand gently stroking his chest in time with her strokes. Bill felt a distant, pleasant floating sensation, like sinking into warm water as his body became completely limp, unable to twitch even a finger.

Gradually, the pressure on the carotid sinus triggered a stronger vagal response and his heart rate dropped significantly as bradycardia sat in and his blood pressure fell. Cerebral blood flow diminished and the blissful heaviness turned into a gentle fading. Bill’s eyelids grew too heavy to keep open and the last thing ed were the sweet taste of her gloss lingering on his skin, the warmth of her body, and her soft, soothing whispers.

“That’s it… just let go for me baby, its over now, you did so well for me and Sal will be so happy…”

Bill’s breathing slowed to almost nothing, a final peaceful wave of darkness washing over him as unconsciousness claimed him completely. Becky stayed with him until his pulse weakened and then stopped, her lips never leaving that spot until the job was done, clean, quiet, and intimate. There was no struggle, no mess. There was just a man who drifted away in the arms of a beautiful woman.

When she finally lifted her head and wiped her glossy lips with the back of her hand, taking two fingers to check for any signs of life in Bill, satisfied Becky straightened her lingerie, and gathered her things, and slipped out of the room like a ghost to get dressed and ready to depart, leaving Bill laying peacefully still on the rumpled sheets of his luxurious bed.

Becky lounged on the plush couch in the dimly lit living room, her long legs stretched out across his lap as she set her trap. Her feet were exquisite, high arches, perfectly pedicured toes, encased in sheer nude nylons that shimmered like a second skin. The faint, elegant scent of Chanel No. 5 lingered in the air, warm and powdery floral, mixed with something subtly sweet she hoped he wouldn’t notice.

James Peterson was her mark and he’d brought her to his room, never stopping to ask why she had not taken off her shear patterned nylon gloves that were seductively toying with her breasts as he worked on her feet giving her a delicious foot massage.

“You’ve got such strong hands,” she purred, wiggling her toes playfully against his palms as he massaged her soles. “Don’t stop Jim… it feels amazing.”

Jim smiled, thumbs pressing into the soft, warm nylon covered arches, working out imaginary tension. The fabric was slightly damp, she’d told him it was just from lotion, but the nylons clung to her skin, the toes and soles heavily soaked earlier with a mixture of chloroform and a generous splash of Chanel No. 5 to blunt the chemical edge.

After several minutes of the relaxing rub, she shifted, lifting one foot slowly toward his face. “Smell how nice they are,” she whispered seductively, her voice low and teasing. She wiggled her pretty toes right under his nose, the sheer nylon brushing his upper lip. The strong floral notes of the perfume hit first, but underneath was that unmistakable sweet, slightly metallic chloroform vapor.

Jim inhaled instinctively, chuckling at first. “Mmm, yeah… smells good.” Then his brow furrowed. A wave of lightheadedness washed over him, not unpleasant at first, but disorienting. His head felt fuzzy, a strange warmth spreading.

“So nice don’t you agree sweetie? I bet you could stay there breathing in my pretty scent all night long couldn’t you lover.”

Her voice was soothing and hypnotic and before he could pull away, she moved with practiced grace. Becky swung both legs up, pressing the sole of her nylon clad foot firmly against his face covering his nose and mouth, while the other cupped his cheek and jaw. Her calves flexed as she used the arch and toes of a foot to lock behind his head, using her full leg strength and foot strength to hold him in place. The damp nylon and the her toes of the other foot molded to his features, trapping the evaporating chloroform vapors in a tight seal.

“Hey…what the hell, fuck what are you doing?!” he gasped, his voice muffled under her pretty toes and the ball of her foot. The sweet chemical scent flooded his lungs now, stronger than the perfume could fully disguise. He grabbed at her ankles, trying to pry her legs away, but she leaned forward, adding her upper body weight and gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

“Shhh… just breathe for me,” she cooed, her voice calm and almost affectionate, though her thighs trembled with the effort of holding him. “You like my feet so much… enjoy them, just a little longer sweetie I promise and then everything will slow down and get nice and floaty.”

He bucked and twisted on the couch, panic rising as the chloroform began its work. His heart raced at first, the excitatory phase sending adrenaline surging as he thrashed harder, hands clawing at her smooth legs, trying to twist his head free for fresh air, but her legs were strong and locked tight; the sheer nylons offered little give, and every desperate breath he took pulled more vapor into his lungs.

Dizziness hit harder within the first minute and his vision blurred at the edges a wave of nausea churned in his stomach, and his struggles grew clumsier, less coordinated. “Get… off…” he slurred, the words thick and his arms felt heavy, like they were moving through water as the helplessness began to sink in.

She held firm, murmuring softly, “That’s it… just relax you’re getting there, It’ll be over soon.”

The chloroform continued to depress his central nervous system and his breathing deepened and then slowed, becoming more labored. Muscle weakness set in; his frantic pushes against her legs weakened to feeble pawing and dark spots bloomed in his sight. A pounding headache built behind his eyes, mixed with an overwhelming drowsiness that he couldn’t fight.

Two minutes… three… and his body jerked in sporadic resistance, but the fight drained away as hypoxia and narcosis deepened. By the fourth minute, his eyelids fluttered, his hands slipping limply from her calves. His head lolled slightly within the prison of her feet.

She kept the pressure steady, never letting the seal break, even as his struggles turned to faint twitches. Around the five minute mark, his body finally went completely limp, unconscious from the sustained inhalation. His breathing was shallow and slow, but still present… for now.

She held her feet against his face for another full minute to ensure he was deeply out, then carefully unwrapped her legs. She checked his pulse (still there, though sluggish) and wiped a faint sheen of sweat from her brow. The nylons were now less damp, much of the chloroform having evaporated or been inhaled.

Rising gracefully, she straightened her dress and looked down at his unconscious form. The elegant scent of Chanel No. 5 still hung faintly in the air, now mixed with the sharper chemical residue. As his senses returned, Becky now lowered her body over his her mouth kissing along his jaw before once again finding her favorite target on his neck as he bucked trying to throw her off, but her nylon covered legs were powerful and locked in place around him. She rode his struggles like a lover, pressing her body tighter against his, never breaking the seal of her mouth on his neck. Her tongue never stoped its merciless work, once it began, pressing, stroking, circling and triggering wave after wave of that dangerous vagal storm, his ending was all but guaranteed.

Jim struggled, weakly now, and his vision tunneled with dark spots blooming at the edges. A hoarse, strangled sound escaped his throat as he gasped for breath. The pain intensified pounding in his temples, a crushing tightness in your chest, the terrifying sensation of his own heartbeat slowing to a crawl, he didn’t understand what was happening, or rather why as Becky continued her deadly embrace.

Becky moaned softly against his skin, the vibration traveling through him and she adjusted her grip, one hand gently but firmly holding the back of his head in place while her thighs squeezed harder, immobilizing him in place.

“That’s it… fight if you need to,” she breathed, lips still attached. “It only makes the pressure better, or let go and just feel the pleasure of my body as I do this.”

Jim’s struggles grew weaker and more desperate, his arms flopping heavily against her back to tired to attempt to push her away. The fuzzy bliss from earlier is gone now, replaced by raw panic and the sickening realization that his body was shutting down. Blackness crept in from the sides now, and his chest heaved with shallow, ineffective breaths. One last, feeble twitch of his legs… and then nothing.

Becky kept her mouth pressed there for several long minutes after his body went completely limp, tongue still applying steady pressure until she was certain there was no pulse left. Only then did she slowly lift her head, lips swollen and glossy, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin.

“Good bye baby, thank you for the wonderful foot massage.” Becky put on her shoes and slowly walked to the door…another job successfully completed…another mark eliminated.