The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kim read the text a few times over. She tried to turn it over in her mind. «ur bf still looks great i hope u enjoyed last night Kimmy! I cant wait 2 see him!!!» The word “still” kept sticking out in her mind. He still looks great. That seemed concerning.

But only just concerning. She had wanted the text to be an ice-cold knife of fear, something to knock her out of the happy, horny haze that she had been luxuriating in. But no, she felt just as happy and safe, and content as she had been curled up, wrapped around Noah in bed. The fact that her would-be friend-date seemed to orgasm at the mere sight of her boyfriend, or the fact that Ashley assaulted her and sprayed her with something… they were concerns but not pressing ones. It had the same emotional valence with her as the fact that she needed to get bread and milk for her own place. She needed to deal with it, but not now. It seemed less important to her than the fact that Noah would probably want to take his dog out for a walk, which meant that he wouldn’t be spending the whole day in between her legs. God, she still wanted to fuck her boyfriend so badly.

Noah always took a shower first thing in the morning. She had learned from experience that he didn’t like the idea of sharing a shower, and besides, his place’s shower was a little small. So, with a groan and a pout, she got out of the bed while Noah showered. She went into his kitchen, and filled up the dog’s bowl with Purina. “Fool of a Took!” she intoned ponderously as the old mastiff wandered to her bowl. Noah loved this dog, Kim knew. Prior to yesterday, Kim wasn’t a dog person; she wasn’t a pet person! She didn’t get Noah’s connection with Took. Big slobbering dummy, she was getting up there in years. But now, maybe it was because Kim was in a good mood, but she could see the good side of the dog. Took was always so quiet and calm. Seemed to enjoy her life, playing with Noah, lying in the sun and getting petted by Noah. Kim knelt down and gave her boyfriend’s dog some good scritches. She tried to not imagine herself on a leash and collar with Noah leading her around. She tried to not imagine Noah patting her on the head and calling her a good girl.

“Right, right, let’s get some breakfast going,” Kimberly said to herself. As much as she wanted to spend the entire day in bed, having orgasm after orgasm, she knew that Noah was going to need something to eat. Quick, easy, and not going to splatter, she decided as she got out some eggs. Just some scrambled eggs, maybe some toast.

“Whoa, babe,” Noah said, entering his kitchen, “Are we not wearing clothes today?” Kim looked down at herself. She wasn’t wearing any clothes. Huh. That was weird. She knew she at least thought about slipping some clothes back on, back in bed. She just… didn’t follow that thought with the action of putting clothes on.

“Well, from what I’ve got planned for today, I’m not sure we need ’em,” she said coyly, “Except maybe those sunglasses you just got, the aviators? You look really hot in them. And those red swim trunks? Maybe put some sunscreen on your nose?”

“Wait, wait, what? You like those sunglasses? You made fun of me when we went to the lake.”

She shrugged, “When I was like, in middle school? I had this huge crush on this specific lifeguard at the pool, and I kind of have some fantasies from then that...”

“No, no, I’ve been avoiding wearing them because I thought you didn’t like them. You called me Joe Biden when I wore them.”

This actually made Kim pause. Why did she make fun of his sunglasses? She really did think that he looked good in them. She really did have a thing for lifeguards. Noah was a good-looking guy; she had always thought that. Why did she make fun of him?

“Sorry, I don’t want to complain. It’s just, after last night, I feel like we really took a step in our relationship? Like, we should be able to talk about what we want from each other, y’know, in that way, honestly and directly.” The cold dagger of fear that Kim was missing before suddenly found itself. This was something that she could focus besides the undulating heat and moisture in her crotch. He probably thought she was a huge bitch. Part of her ed thinking it was good to be a bitch; it was suit of armor that protected her from the big tough world waiting to grind her down.

“Listen, I—If I—If you think I look good, I want you to tell me,” Noah said, suddenly having trouble making eye , “Like, I want to look good for you. I want you to be happy with me, and sometimes I’m not really sure if you like me. And I like when you compliment me.”

Her heart broke for him. Her sweet, sexy hunk of fiancee was being honest and vulnerable. He was so sweet, and loving. He was such a good guy. She wanted him to chain her, naked, to a post, and fuck her until her knees buckled and she was gasping for air. How could he think she didn’t like him?

“Babe…” Kimberly said, trying to steel up her courage to meet his gaze. She was trying to work out her emotions in real-time. Some vague part of her knew that what she was feeling wasn’t quite right, but she had more pressing needs. She felt weak in the knees for Noah. She had never felt like that with Noah before; never felt like that with any boyfriend. Honestly, it felt more like the crushes she had back in middle school, on some non-threatening teen idol. Ever since she first got his dick into her last night, she just felt safe and warm. “You are hot. You are so friggin’ hot that I’ve been afraid that you were gonna dump me when you realized you could do better than me, and you can, y’know. You can do better than me.” She had made fun of him because he was looking too good, too confident back at the lake. At the time, she wanted him to still crave her approval.

“What? Kim, I can’t… do you not realize how good looking you are? I’m the one who’s outclassed here. You got these beautiful, perfect green eyes. Last night, when you were on top, you just stared deep into my eyes, and I thinking, ‘Oh my god, I’m gonna get to look into these eyes every day for the rest of my life.’ And your chin…” Noah took her chin in his fingers and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I know it sounds crazy, but your chin and your cheeks. You’re so goddamn pretty.” Her heart fluttered; she liked his hands on her like this. It felt so intimate.

One coldly rational thought shook through her mind before she ushered him to the couch. She reached over and turned off the stove top. She had never burnt scrambled eggs before, but she couldn’t imagine that the smell would improve the mood.

She pushed Noah back out of the kitchen into the dining room, and onto a chair. Maybe Noah was on to something about compliments. Every time he said something nice about her, her knees would shake and quiver. Her pussy was so wet. She was somehow even hornier now than when she woke up. She never thought of her chin as an attractive feature, but Noah liked her chin. So, of course, now, it was an attractive feature. She had the chin that goddesses would envy. She had the best chin. Noah liked her chin, so it was a good chin.

She pulled down her boyfriend’s boxers and started stroking his dick. Noah moaned. She shivered. She loved to hear him moan.

“Wait, wait, hold up, Kim, Kim,” he said, tapping her on her head. She looked up at him quizzically. “Hold up, we really need to talk, I think.”

She pursed her lips and pouted, “I don’t feel like talking.” She started stroking faster. He squirmed beneath her touch. She smiled, and took him into her mouth, not breaking eye . He liked her eyes; she knew that. She batted her eyelashes at him as she bobbed up and down.

Noah started to breath heavily. She could tell that he was at least a little conflicted. “No, no, Kim, we need to talk, not… fuck.” He said, using his big manly hands to raise her head out of his crotch. She nuzzled into his palm.

“C’mon, babe, isn’t this more fun? I can make you feel real good.”

Noah swallowed and screwed his courage to the sticking point. “No, see, we’ve been together for like two and a half years, and we’ve never done it all night. We’ve never been like this. Like, don’t get me wrong; I’ve never thought that we weren’t doing it often enough. I am not the guy who complains about our sex life. I am not that type of guy. But, c’mon, Kim, this is just not like you.”

“What, I can’t decide that I want to have some fun with my big sexy man?” She said, trying to be as sugary sweet as she could.

“Hey, no, no, this isn’t you deciding to blow off some steam after a hard day or a couple drinks. You’ve never… GIVEN me a blowjob just to NOT talk about our relationship! This isn’t like you. Something has changed. Did something happen last night at the bar?”

Kim sighed. She didn’t want to talk about, well, anything. She wanted him to stick his fingers in her mouth and then she wanted to ride him until they couldn’t move. But, she also wanted to do what Noah told her to do. He was her man. After last night, he owned her, mind, body, and pussy. If she answered his questions, maybe he’d move on, and they could go back to what she wanted to do. “Fine, fine… fine,” Kim said, taking a second to collect herself, “Last night, when I went out with Ashley, she wanted to see a picture of you, and then I showed you off, and like, she came when she saw you, which I thought was weird, but not because you’re not hot. I just think she’s a little weirdo. So I decided to leave, and then she kissed me and, like sprayed something in my face, and I RAN out of there. And then I was so fucking scared so I was coming here, and then, like, WHAMMO! I got really horny.” She giggled and sighed, and nuzzled into Noah’s thigh.

Noah sat there for a moment, wrapping his brain around what his fiance had just told him. “Kim, it’s very important to me, what is Ashley’s full name?”

“Hwang, Ashley Hwang.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Goddamnit, fuck, Ashley Hwang?” Kim jumped at his sudden outburst. Good thing, too, as she would have been kneed in the face as he bolted upright. “Korean? Was she like 5′2, with glasses?”

“No, she was taller than I was. And she didn’t wear glasses. Did we take selfies when we were getting into the bar?” Kim wandered away to get her phone, “I think we did…” Noah looked perplexed when she returned with her phone. “Oh, she tagged me!” He snatched the phone from her hand.

He was dumbstruck. It looked like the Ashley Hwang he knew, kind of? If Ashley lost weight, ditched her bulky plastic glasses and started combing her hair and wearing make-up? And if Ashley grew eight inches if she was truly taller than Kim? But, a lot of that was just ephemera, it was his Ashley’s nose and eyes and dimples. The same beauty mark just below and to the left of her eye?

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Noah said, tapping on Ashley’s profile to see when and where she had gone to school. It was almost certainly his Ashley, but it couldn’t have been.

“What are you freaking out for?” Kim said, resuming her place, kneeling in front of her man. He seemed worried, which was crazy to her. He had a horny girl with sexy eyes and a sexy chin in front of him, just begging to get stuffed with his cock. How much trouble could he really be in, Kim wondered.

Noah deflated into the dining room chair; the sheer act of standing was too much for him. “Okay, so, Ashley Hwang, whew, okay, god, I thought I was past that. I think you need to know what happened between me and Ashley.” Kim pouted. She thought she had better ideas to spend the time, but her man wanted her to listen, so she’d listen for him.

“Okay, so me and Ashley, we were both seniors, both about to graduate. We were working as lab assistants for a professor on campus. Just doing skut work and stuff. Intern type stuff for the professor and his grad students. It was lame, but it looked good on a resume, especially if you were looking to go to grad school. We were dating, kind of? I don’t know, we had gone out. I think just between classes and that job, it wasn’t like we had a whole lot of time for dating. I don’t even really think I asked her out, we just grabbed dinner after work, and then, suddenly we were seeing a band together in Boston, and we were a thing.”

“And you took her virginity, and she didn’t know how to deal with it and broke up with you?” Kim guessed, her head on his knee.

“No, I didn’t take her… Listen, we were seniors, okay? She had been with other guys. No, our relationship was weird is what I’m trying to tell you. Like we were dating but we weren’t dating-dating. I didn’t really know how to handle it. Was she serious about this? Were we actually something or was I just there after a long day? Once, I was helping unload boxes for one of the grad students. German guy, Dieter, I’m pretty sure his name was. Diedrich maybe? No, Dieter. He was shooting the shit with me, asking me if we were an item, and I told him I didn’t know what we were doing. ‘Oh, that’s no good,’ he says, and asks me if I wanted to be with her. And I said I did, and he… listen, Dieter was a weird dude. We all knew he was a hook-up for molly. Brilliant guy, but also weird. He said he was going to hook me up with his personal stash.”

“This is the worst thing I’ve done in my life, but God help me, I did it. I slipped a little pink pill into her drink; Dieter told me it was just for her, not for me. It was Thursday night, that Monday was President’s day, and so there was a long weekend. I thought she’d just be like, chill and happy. And she was happy but… God, that entire long weekend, for 72 hours, she just was just as horny as… well, you. We fucked for three whole days. She was nearly in tears when I got up to get the take-out.”

“That sounds like fun,” Kim said, dreamily, thinking about riding her man for three days straight.

“It was fun, but it was too much. We had lives to live. We had work, we had school, and laundry. We just threw away three days for, I mean, a lot of fun, but it was a lot. And she started talking about what she wanted me to do to her. I’m a farm kid from South Dakota! She wanted me to tie her to a post and fuck her in front of a crowd. She wanted me to pour wax on her, and use a whip on her. She wanted her… She was too much for me.”

“That sounds…” Kim had just enough sense to lie about how much that crowd thing got her going, “...hard.”

“And then, she finally came down, and could think about stuff besides sex, but she was different. Like, she wasn’t ashamed or angry about it, which would have been easier for me, I think. She was… excited about it. She wanted more. She knew that I had done something to her, and she didn’t care. I confessed what I did and she just wanted me to get more of those pills. And, I mean, we already spent a lot of time together working, but she was trying to convince me to sneak off to an unused room, or flash me without panties on. All the time.”

“That sounds really mean, Noah,” Kim sniffed, “It sounds like you had a really horny girl for you and she wanted you to fuck her, and you weren’t fucking her enough.”

Noah’s face fell flat, “Yeah… she used to sound like that.”

“Well, I’m… horny, what do you want from me?”

“Okay, but it got scary. She started following me around to my classes, hanging outside my apartment, trying to spend every second with me, and well, having me in her. I freaked out, and broke it off with her. But she was still just there, all the time. She was talking about trying to change programs to be with me here. You have to understand she was way smarter than me. She was accepted to a more prestigious program than mine and she was willing to throw it away so that we could fuck more. She broke into my apartment, and got on top of me while I was sleeping. I woke up and she was babbling about bringing me into one of her classes and having me fuck her in front of her friends.”

“Why not? That sounds like fun. Everyone watching and getting jealous!” It wasn’t fair. She could tell that her boyfriend wanted her to listen to him. And he wanted her to feel bad for him, and also, he wanted her to be mad at him. Just because he got his then girlfriend horny? But, as far as she could see, the worst thing he had done was get his girlfriend horny and then not fuck her. That seemed terrifying to her. He was going to fuck her, right? She wanted him to stop moping and to start groping.

Noah slapped both hands to his face, and exhaled forcefully through his nose. “Okay, right now, it’s not your fault, but we can’t have this conversation. You are not thinking like yourself. For the next couple of years, Ashley stalked me. She showed up to my cousin’s wedding. To my mom’s house once. It’s why I got Took.”

“We don’t have to talk anymore? Great!” Kim smiled, getting onto all fours and shaking her ass at him.

“Okay, is she just trying to drive you crazy, because I’m with you?” Noah murmured, trying to ignore his girlfriend’s desperation. “What is she trying to do here?” He was trying to ignore his girlfriend, but not entirely successfully. “Wait, Kim… Stop that. Stand up and stay still.” He was lucky to have Kim; she was a very attractive woman. But her ass never quite jiggled like that.

She stood up with a big wide smile on her face. Her man was telling her what to do, and she wanted to do what he told her. He tentatively, experimentally placed a hand on her ass cheek, and gave it a small shake. “You like that?” she said, leaning into his ear. He shushed her. She zipped her lips. His other hand went to her left boob, and cupped it. He had his lips pursed. She realized he was appraising her. She stood up straight and stuck out her chest.

“You’re bigger. Your boobs are bigger, your ass, they’re both a lot bigger” Noah said, his hand still full with her. “What the hell…” He hadn’t let go of her. She liked having his hands on her. She looked down at herself. She was bigger. Probably there was enough of a change that her bras wouldn’t fit. At least a cup size, up to C. Her tight jeans probably wouldn’t fit either. Though, was her waist skinnier? She was looking good, if Noah’s face was any indication.

Noah was shocked out of his conundrum by Kim’s phone vibrating. She had a message from Ashley. « too excited to wait anymore… im sure noah has qs?? u should come to my apartment. BRING NOAH OR ELSE >:) »

“Kim, you’re going to have to put some clothes on. We’re going to go see Ashley.”