The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Five!” cries Bratt, snapping his fingers.

I blink, confused. What…?

“How you feelin’?” a handsome, yet somewhat nasal, voice says to me.

I look up, brushing the hair from my eyes. Where am I?

Oh. I’m in the Recording Studio. Tuck, Bratt, and the engineers behind the glass are watching me closely. Sitting next to me is Mary Louise, apparently… asleep? Isn’t the Recording Studio the weirdest place to be sleeping?

“Hey,” the voice repeats. “How you feeling?”

I look into the face of Bratt. A coy smile snakes across my lips.

“Fine, Master,” I say demurely.

The instant I call him Master, I know it’s the right title for him. Bratt is my master. I sigh happily as I gaze upon him.

Wasn’t there something I wanted to remember…? Something I was telling myself before… Ah, it can’t be that important.

Ten minutes later, Bratt my master and I am kneeling before one another on his great bed, kissing. We are alone in his giant, opulent office / man suite.

Man, he’s great kisser. I can’t believe how amazing each press of his lips feels. Seriously, its like he cast a magic spell or something to make himself a fantastic kisser. I moan in delight.

As my master kisses me and lovingly cups my breasts, I am furiously working on the zipper of his slacks. Its some weird European design, and its hard to undo when I can’t see my fingers.

Finally, the zipper descends, and I rake off his pants.

“I want you naked,” I say hurriedly, and force him to adjust his weight so that I can pull off everything below his waist.

Now my master is just wearing a black button-down shirt. My lips hungrily attack his, overjoyed at this enrapturing contact. Man, I can’t get enough of these kisses!

As we play tonsil hockey, my hands slide down my master’s tight abs (he has an amazing body!) and find themselves playing with his cock. His enormous, engorged cock. I giggle a little as my fingertips brush his tip, just a little, and I feel his body quiver.

I smile and lean back, breaking our kiss.

There’s a tiny bit of semen already dribbling out of my master’s penis. Making a long, sexy show of it, I wipe up the joy juice with my index finger, then pop that finger in my mouth, as if I’m tasting frosting on a cake. As I do, I keep my gaze cast down until the last second. Once I’ve tasted him, I make eye contact.

“Mmm,” I barely whisper. “You taste good, master.”

“Fuck me, you’re hot…!” he says in wonder.

I’m delighted by his response. I may be the sex slave, but I know what will please him better than he does. I’ve had a few boyfriends who let me do the weird shit with them. Its time to pleasure my master in the same way they were pleased.

“On all fours, master,” I order briskly. To punctuate these words, I slap him on the tush, playfully.

My master blinks in surprise, but allows himself to be positioned. Its like he’s a toy or something.

“There,” I purr. “Now, close your eyes, and think about… my… pussy…”

I can tell he’s following my instructions, out of curiosity and arousal.

Smiling confidently, I walk on my knees to stand behind him, then spread his butt cheeks with both hands.

“Hey,” he says with alarm, “what are you—“

“Shhhhhh…!” I hush him. Then, I place my thumb directly over his asshole.

At first, he bucks.

“Shhh, master,” I say, as if soothing a baby. “Your slave knows what she’s doing.” As I speak, I press a little with my thumb, then release the pressure. Then again. Then again.

I can feel my master’s butt slowly relax as he accepts the pleasure.

“There…” I murmur. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Oh God,” mumbles my master. “I—“

Poor boy, he’s right where I want him. Without a word, I apply more pressure… and slide my thumb all the way up his asshole.

“Oh shit!” my master squeaks, and his buttocks tense. Its like a clamp on my hand.

I’m unphased. I rotate my wrist slowly, then press hard, right on the magic spot. The magic spot my master didn’t know existed. At the same time, I am firmly fondling his tight ass with my free hand.

Now for the final touch… I lean forward, blowing just a little on his sphincter.

My master lets out a wordless cry, dropping onto his forearms. His cock, which was starting to flag when I began, is now rock-hard, pointing straight forward. If I had a third hand and could just touch it, I know it would squirt like a hose.

I complete this technique, proud of how well I performed. My master trembles, immobilized but happy. He goes into a sex coma.

Perfect!

After exactly one minute, I slowly withdraw my thumb… then race into the bathroom suite to wash up. I know I’ll have time; my master is still zonked out with sheer pleasure.

When I get back to the bed, Bratt is lying on his side, his eyes closed, his cock still fully erect. I smile. I may be under his spell, but now he’s under mine. He didn’t count on my secret techniques when he mesmerized me, did he?

I vault back onto the bed, pushing my master onto his back. Then, I lay atop of him, my head at his cock, my pussy before his face. Because of what I’ve done to him, he’s still won’t be able to sixty-nine me much, but that’s okay.

I lick his shaft once, twice, three times, then thrust it all the way in my mouth. I start sucking.

Oh, he’s hard! So hard. I can already taste his salty-sweetness beginning to froth. Its like a sex latte, delivered directly from the penis. Oh, I want to taste him!

When it comes to oral, I’m more of a Spit than Swallow girl. Normally, I find cum gross and it leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. Am I the only one who feels this way? Its something I’ve always wanted to ask my girlfriends, but will never dare.

But now, thanks to the hypnosis, I want Bratt to cum and I’m longing to gulp down every last delicious drop of him when he does.

I suck harder, letting my head rise and fall to wash my lips over his stiff manliness.

Speaking of cumming… My master is having a hard time concentrating, but I can feel his clumsy lips trying to find my vagina. I spread my legs wider, repositioning my kitty for easier access. My master is hopelessly inexperienced in this area, but I don’t care. I’m more concerned about making him spout than-

Oh!

Oh, yeah!

There he goes. Bratt is cumming in full force now.

I forgot how much I love that moment when the cock in your mouth suddenly bucks like bull… and then lets loose. My mouth fills with hot, gooey semen, and I love it. I make a pleasurable, laughing sound, overjoyed to be tasting so much of my master all at once. It actually takes discipline to suck and swallow, suck and swallow.

My master grunts beneath me, but disappoints me by running out of semen too soon. What, did he jack off earlier? Why would he do that?

Oh well. I slurp up the last few gulps, happy with what I’ve received. Maybe once he recovers…

Oh, wait. My master’s lips… On my vagina…

Oh, fuck… He’s found my spot. His lips are pressed against mine, and his tongue is almost… almost… Ohhhhhh…!

I lose focus, feeling that orgasm swelling inside me. As I gasp, my master’s deflating cock falls from my mouth. It tumbles away, and I forget about it.

Now, against my will, I am arching my back, sitting up vertically, but keeping my leg muscles tense so that the weight of my body doesn’t crush my master’s face. He licks and slurps me harder, making quite a mess down there, but who fucking cares, this feels sooooo… mmmmMMMmmmm…! Yeah.

Now my master’s tongue is up in my veejay, the tip of his nose is pressing into my asshole, and his hands are clumsily groping my hips and pelvis. I bounce up and down a little, enjoying the rhythm, trying to guide his organs to the right spots within me. He’s close, oh fuck me, he’s close, he’s cloooooooooooooo…

…ooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!

I begin gasping and yelling, fondling my own boobs like crazy. My orgasm ignites, a fire of pleasure and wonderful feeling. I can’t believe it! Maybe it is the hypnotic power this man has over me, but… I’ve never tasted such an amazing feeling.

My master probes on, but I can tell he’s getting tired. But it feels so good, so good! So GODDAMN FUCKING GOOD!!!

I ride him a little more. When my own Big O starts to wane, I realize my leg muscles are about to give out. I’ve tensed them long enough.

With a little regret, I hop off my master’s face, marveling at how he managed to breathe between my buttocks that whole time. Thank God I do a lot of Stairmaster. Tight butts have their advantages, ladies.

I collapse on the mattress next to my master, my orgasm fading but still powerful. I plunge my fingers into my pussy, stroking quickly, and enjoy the last few moments of a truly, truly great orgasm. Oh man, if only all of them could feel like this…!

And then…

Its gone. Like the sweet ghost it was, my pleasure explosion has come, kissed my vagina, and faded away. I sigh, wishing there was some way to preserve this feeling forever.

And then, my master and I lay there, spent. Admiring the custom-painted ceiling. Letting the flush of our pleasure wash through our sex-happy brains.

Suddenly I hear a cough, and I realize: we’re not alone!

I look up, startled.

There, across the room from us, is Tuck. He’s eyeing me with a greedy stare, breathing heavily. His erect cock is out, and he’s stoking himself as he stares at my naked body.

“Dude…” my master mumbles, confused.

Angrily, Tuck strides forward. He grabs my right leg with his one free hand.

“You had her,” he growls. “Now I want mine.”

Bratt tries to protest. “Jessica is mine, bro,” he argues weakly. “You had Mary Louise—“

“Fuck that stupid bitch,” spits Tuck. “She’s hot, but she’s got no technique. I want Jessica.”

I recoil, uncertain what’s going on.

“Dude,” Tuck demands, glaring down at his naked partner. “You do this for me, or else…”

He doesn’t finish that sentence, but my master seems cowed. “Okay, okay,” he groans, still not able to sit up. “Jessica?”

“Yes, master?” I ask automatically.

“When I snap my fingers,” Bratt my master tells me, “Tuck is your sexual master now.”

Click!

What… just happened?

I’m not sure… I was just finishing doing reciprocal oral with my master-

Wait. No. Not my master.

I look down at the mattress at Bratt, who looks like he was hit by a truck. Funny, he seems… well, diminished when he’s naked and his dick has shriveled back to its in-the-pants size.

“Forget about him,” a male voice growls.

I look before me, and there—there—is my master. Tuck, my true master, is before me, his beautiful cock out, erect, and pointed at me like a shotgun.

I feel a grin sweep over my face. My master wants to fuck?

Although I’ve just cum, I’m still wet. So wet. I can take him.

I hop up, getting back up on my knees. “Get those off,” I order in a raspy voice, pulling at my master’s jeans.

He is taken aback by my demand. “Hey,” he growls. “I’m the master here.”

“Yes master,” I agree, but I am not submissive. I speak rapidly: “I’m so fucking horny for you, master, so fucking horny, I want your cock in my pussy now, NOW, master, now!”

I am babbling in sex-talk, all the while furiously pulling at my master’s pants. He still seems taken aback… but doesn’t resist me. Soon his pants are down. His hips are bare, his butt exposed. I grab both my master’s butt cheeks, firmly.

“Yeah,” I moan in a deep voice. I’m amazed at how aroused I am, again. Its like I haven’t cum in ages.

“Take this,” I order him, putting the back of my knee in one of my master’s strong hands. There. Now I can balance on the other knee, right up against the edge of the bed.

I rip my master’s shirt up over his head, then press forward, so he can feel my breasts and erect nipples against his own flesh. He stares at me, frozen with amazement and arousal.

“That’s right, master,” I groan, surrendering myself to lust. “Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

As I speak, I force my arms down between us, and grasp his cock. In this position, at this angle, his cock and my pussy are at just the right height to one another.

I left myself up a little… and… yes! Ohhhhhh, yes!!! He’s in. Oh, wow, he slid all the way in in the first thrust! Fuck me!

I’ve never let a man ram all the way in me before. I’m so wet and he’s so hard, it was easy. Feels amazing.

But now, he’s supporting my full weight, with no way to move his hips at all. I have to work fast, because his knees will tire soon.

“Stare at my tits,” I moan. “Master, stare at my tits. Stare at them.”

My master’s wide eyes obediently swing downwards. There. They lock onto my mammies. He can’t look away.

Now that I’ve got him, I begin bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly. “Look at my tits, master,” I murmur, arching my back a little. My boobs start bouncing up and down, like two happy little girls delighted to be jumping.

My master stares at them, hypnotized. His eyes are wide open and his jaw agape. I laugh quietly, delighted at how he’s putty in my hands.

But then I feel my clit purring, and then the orgasm begins once more. Briefly, I wonder if I can have sex again so soon after-

Oh, fuck it. I’m a sex slave, and I’m fucking my master. This is all I care about in the world. I want him to cum, to cum like Old Faithful at the anointed magic happy hour. I bounce harder, starting to grunt quietly as I do.

“Oh my God…!” my master breathes, watching my bouncing breasts fill his field of vision.

I cum first. I grip my master’s sexy shoulders, singing and gasping with sheer joy, so happy to feel this rainbow of blessing deep within my loins. This orgasm is different, yet powerful. So powerful. I feel myself lose all control over my mind and body. I must fuck on, like a woman possessed.

My master’s face contorts, his brow wrinkling and his mouth opening wider. “Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!” he gasps, and then his entire frame spasms. We barely hang on to one another.

Then his eyes slide back, and I know his cock is pumping his fluids into me. I sigh happily, enjoying that extra, hot lubrication. It feels so wet and sticky down there, I’m sure we could slide with off one another without realizing it.

I’m so happy…!