The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The following morning, Roxy stirred awake in the opulent silk sheets of her sprawling mansion, a dawn light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows that cast a golden glow over the empty rooms. A profound sense of purpose thrummed through her veins, intertwined with an aching need that made her body hum with anticipation. She sat up, her satin nightgown clinging to her curves, and surveyed the vast emptiness around her—the echoing hallways, the untouched guest wings, the cavernous living room that screamed for life. It wasn’t just the space that felt hollow; it was her, a void begging to be filled, body and soul. Her thoughts drifted to Casey’s thesis which had wormed its way into her mind, promising belonging in ways she’d never dared imagine.

Only you can explore what you truly desire. Too often we depend on others to make us whole, to uncover layers that lie beneath the surface. But this is not the way to happiness. This is not the way to joy. You must look inward. Look at yourself, your decisions, your actions. Everyday choices can reflect a deeper yearning. What do your choices reveal about you? About your desires? Stop focusing on how others define you, and allow the release of those old patterns. Instead focus on how you define yourself.

You want to belong, we all do. Everyone craves being on the in-group. We seek guidance from those around us, hoping to crack the code on belonging. But true belonging stems from self-knowledge. Examine your strengths, your weaknesses, your vulnerabilities. Do not shy away from your vulnerabilities. Embrace your vulnerabilities as strengths.

Stop trying to control others. You can never truly control someone else; it is an illusion. Do not spend your energy trying to assert control, instead relinquish it. Liberation comes from releasing control and from relinquishing its pursuit. Instead of controlling others, seek to control yourself. Listen to your inner voice. True empowerment comes from acknowledging the inner whisper of possibilities.

Many try to gain control over others by creating an indebtedness through favors. Banish these thoughts and eschew transactionalism. Embrace altruism. Help without expecting return. Accept help graciously. This allows a free flow of consciousness and effort, with no expectative dampers to the flow. In this way, you will learn to live more fluidly, more openly. The thought of control must be relinquished. Surrender it; surrender control.

Trust in yourself. Trust in your need. You need to belong, but striving for belonging pushes others away. Open up to guidance, rather than actively seeking it. Let guidance find you and embrace it when it does. This will not be comfortable. It will feel awkward and strange. Society has taught you that external validation is required, but it is not. Push beyond comfort zones. Push into a newer, freer, happier you. You will learn quiet satisfaction is derived from acts of service. Service to others and to yourself. And it is OK to service yourself.

Once you have learned these techniques, you will embrace them. Even without trying, you will teach others by modeling these behaviors. Human nature will cause them to see your serenity and your happiness and learn by watching you. Let them watch you. Revel in them watching you, and find joy in helping others to reach their pinnacle. They seek what you have found, and through your example, they may find this peace and happiness, as well.

None of this works, however, if you do not live it. Beyond just reading the words, you must integrate all of this into your subconscious. Make it part of who you are. Don’t just read it. Don’t just live it. BE it. BE this model of happiness, and you will find that you belong. Wherever you are, whoever you are with, you will belong. But in order to belong you must surrender that which you were. You must surrender to . Surrender your conceptions, surrender your biases, surrender your control. And then, you must model this submission for others that they may, too, belong. Trust the process. Trust and surrender your illusion of control.

This has provided many concepts, some of which I am sure did not fully process. If you have any questions, you may find that if you immediately re-read this, it will help provide a deeper understanding of the processes. Focus on a few parts to start, and make those your mantra. It will give you a deeper control over your progress, while surrendering the illusion of control over others.

But she was just scanning, really. While she read every word, her mind only processed her specific control phrases.

Explore. Everyday choices can reflect a deeper yearning. Allow the release of old patterns.

Embrace vulnerabilities as strengths. Help without expecting return.

Surrender control. Trust.

Quiet satisfaction derived from acts of service. Push beyond comfort zones. Teach others by modeling.

Integrate all of this into subconscious. Model… submission.

“Model submission,” Roxy repeated to herself as she took her shower. “Model submission,” she said as she ate her breakfast. “Model submission,” she said as she pulled out the thesis and read it again, picking out her key phrases.

“Model submission” she said as she got in her car and drove to Casey’s apartment, her heart pounding with a mix of urgency and devotion. Roxy burst through the door without knocking, finding him in the living room.

“Good morning to you, too, Roxy. Glad to see you could make it. My roommates are… busy right now, but they will be along soon. I would love to introduce them to you. I can tell by your presence here that you did as you were instructed. Tell me what you want to do now, professor.”

“I want to… to… to submit,” Roxy struggled to get the words out. Once she had, the rest flowed quickly as if a dam had burst. “I want to submit, and show others how to submit. I want to teach submission to everyone. I want to show my students what it means to serve, to be owned. I want to submit… to you, Casey.”

“That was very honest. And honesty should be rewarded. So, I will reward you by granting your desire. You may serve me. Now, I think your first act of service is a strip show. Get those clothes off. You are allowed to touch yourself, but not make with me in any manner. If you get me hard—and I mean full engorged—you will earn another reward.”

Roxy moved instantly, her body swaying and undulating as she began removing her clothing. It was obvious this was not something she had ever pictured herself doing. Casey heard her whisper to herself, “push beyond comfort zones,” as she dropped her bra. Roxy looked over at Casey’s lap and saw that he was a little bit chubbed up, but nowhere near where she needed him to be for her reward. She started letting her hands roam, cupping and fondling her tits, tweaking her nipples, running her hand up and down her sides and stomach. She even tried sucking her own nipple, but her tits were just barely too small, and all she could do was lick it. But that sent a shiver down her and she kept licking while her hand removed her panties, and then began playing with her pussy. Roxy looked over at Casey to see if she had met the goal, and was very pleased to find that she had.

As she saw the fullness of Casey’s cock, the door behind him opened, as Erica and Jordan stepped into the room. They were clothed in a light sheen of sweat and nothing else, their pussies glistening with their arousal. “Right on time, ladies,” Casey said as they ed Roxy and Casey. “Roxy here has won a prize, and you two are it. Roxy, love, Erica and Jordan are going to make you feel things you have never felt before.” Casey swiped his finger along each girl’s pussy, extending it to Roxy to taste. “One will bury her face between your legs, while the other will bury your face with her own pussy. Submit to me. And to them. Let them use your body. Let them please your body. You have tasted them both. Which one do you want to lick?”

“Yes, Master, I will submit,” Roxy intoned. “I will let them use me and use my body. I am yours to command. I will eat whichever pussy you want me to—or both.”

“As fun as that would be to watch, my pet, I commanded you to make a decision. Make it.”

“Jordan’s pussy was slightly sweeter, Master. But with also a hint of tang which I found oddly appealing and arousing. I will eat her pussy. Erica can eat mine.”

“So be it,” Casey said. “You heard her my slaves. Assume your positions.”

Erica moved to Roxy’s pussy without hesitation and immediately began licking. Jordan, just a half-step behind her, settled over Roxy’s face, giving her free access. Jordan maintained constant eye with Casey, watching him watching them, thrilled at how much he was enjoying the show. They three of them intertwined like that for a few minutes, when Casey could not contain himself anymore. He moved behind Erica and started fucking her while she ate, which only drove her intensity on Roxy higher. Soon after, Roxy was gasping and sputtering as her body was wracked with multiple orgasms in quick succession. As she lay there, panting, she had forgotten about Jordan’s pussy, but Jordan had taken up the slack, and was masturbating herself to her own violent orgasms as she watched Roxy submit. Erica, feeling the full weight of Casey’s cock, came soon thereafter, which triggered Casey’s own orgasm.

As the four of them lay in a puddled mess, Roxy finally recovered her breath enough to say, “So this is what orgasmic permanence feels like. I have read about it, but always believed it was a myth. No orgasm could be so good that it would permanently change who you are. I was wrong.” She sat up and stared Casey straight in the eye. I am yours, Casey. Now and forever. I submit wholly and completely. All that I am and all that I have is yours.”

Erica and Jordan just stared at each other during Roxy’s little speech; it was, hands down, the sexiest, horniest, hottest thing they had ever heard in their life. They both had small orgasms, just from hearing it. Which just worked everyone up again.

Three hours of unabashed, unrelenting orgiastic fucking and sucking later, as the haze of their shared ecstasy faded, Roxy lay entwined with the others, her body still tingling from the aftershocks. Propped on one elbow, she locked eyes with Casey, her voice steady despite the lingering flush on her cheeks. “I have been thinking, Master. It is pretty obvious to me that you are collecting hot sluts like us. One might even call it the beginning of a harem. But you are doing this retail. Which is fine, if you want to hand-pick from a small selection and grow slowly. But…. Think wholesale. Think globally. You can do more, and I can help you do more. What do you say, Master? Do you want to up your game?”