The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jax woke to the wet, eager heat of Anya’s mouth wrapped tightly around his cock.

The morning light was just beginning to creep through the blinds, but Anya was already fully focused on her task. She was on all fours between his legs on the bed, completely naked except for the thin black lace choker. Her short red hair bobbed rhythmically as she took him deep into her throat with desperate, hungry sucks. Soft, wet slurping sounds filled the room, mixed with her occasional needy whimpers.

“Morning, Anya,” Jax said, voice still rough with sleep. He tried to keep it light, reaching down to stroke her hair. “Damn, you really are a ‘good morning’ person, huh? Most people start with coffee.”

Anya didn’t respond with words. Her green eyes were glazed and distant, almost mindless. She was lost in the act, sucking with single-minded intensity, as if her entire purpose was to drain every last drop from his body. Her full 36D breasts swayed heavily beneath her, pierced nipples hard and brushing against his thighs. She took him all the way to the back of her throat again and again, gagging softly but never slowing down, her tongue working frantically along the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck… Anya…” Jax groaned, his athletic hips lifting slightly off the bed. The intensity was overwhelming. She wasn’t just giving him a blowjob — she was worshiping his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

He lasted longer than he expected, but when he finally came it hit like a freight train. Jax gripped her short red hair and thrust up into her mouth as he unloaded, pulse after heavy pulse. It felt endless — thick ropes flooding her throat. Anya swallowed greedily, never spilling a drop, her throat working visibly around him as she milked him dry. To Jax it almost felt like he was coming a gallon; the orgasm seemed to stretch on far longer than normal, draining him completely.

When the last spasm finally faded, Anya slowly pulled off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock for a moment before it broke. She sat back on her heels, kneeling quietly beside him on the bed, hands resting palms-up on her thighs in perfect submissive posture. Her green eyes were half-lidded in pure bliss, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips. She looked completely at peace, as though swallowing his cum had filled some deep, primal need inside her.

Jax lay there catching his breath, staring at the ceiling. Note to self, he thought. Add “swallowing my load first thing in the morning” to the trigger list. That one hits her ridiculously hard.

He sat up slowly, running a hand over his shaved head, and looked down at her serene, blissful expression.

“Anya,” he said, voice firm and commanding. “Listen carefully. Here are your orders for today.”

She straightened instantly, eyes focusing on him with total attention. “Yes, Master.”

“You will wear the short black skirt that hugs your hips, a tight white tank top with no bra — so your piercings are visible through the fabric — and the black lace choker, of course. No panties. Heels. Nothing else.

You will spend the first half of the day at my apartment: clean the bathroom thoroughly, do all the laundry, and make the bed. After you finish those tasks, you will finger yourself to orgasm right here on this bed before you leave. Then you will go to your own apartment. Water your plants, check your work emails, and finish any urgent graphic design tasks — but you must keep the skirt on and send me a photo every hour showing you’re obeying.

For groceries, you will go to the store and buy: eggs, chicken breasts, fresh spinach, rice, protein powder, bananas, Greek yogurt, and dark chocolate. Nothing else. When you’re in public, you will walk with your head slightly lowered, speak softly and politely to everyone, and keep your hands clasped in front of you unless you’re carrying something. No flirting, no eye longer than necessary. You are mine, and you will act like it.

As an extra task: go online and search for the hypnotist from that show. Look for any website, info, social media, or old listings. If you find anything, screenshot it and send it to me immediately. Do not him yourself.”

“Yes, Master,” Anya replied softly, a fresh shiver running through her body at every command. “Thank you for giving me structure, Master.”

Jax stood up, his tall, muscular frame towering over her. Before he left for work, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, bent her over so her ass was presented high, and pressed the head of his still-hard cock against her tight rear entrance. He pushed in slowly but steadily, stretching her open until he was buried to the hilt in her ass.

Anya moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Yes, Master… thank you for using your slave’s ass…”

Jax fucked her hard and deep from behind, one hand gripping her thin black lace choker, the other slapping her ass sharply. The tight heat around him was incredible. He pounded into her with long, powerful strokes, watching her full breasts swing beneath her and her short red hair bounce with every thrust.

When he felt his orgasm building, he growled, “Come with your Master.”

His release triggered hers instantly. Jax buried himself deep in her ass and pumped thick ropes of cum inside her while Anya cried out, her whole body shaking violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers gripped the sheets, and her asshole clenched rhythmically around his cock as she came hard.

Jax stayed inside her for a few more moments, then slowly pulled out, watching his cum leak from her well-used ass.

He gave her ass one final firm smack and straightened his clothes.

“Be good today,” he said. “Send the photos on time. I’ll be home tonight.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered dreamily from the bed, still glowing in post-orgasmic bliss, cum slowly dripping down her thighs.

Jax grabbed his keys and headed out the door for work, already feeling the weight of the situation. He had given her enough structure to last the day, but the morning blowjob and the intense ass-fucking only reinforced how deep the conditioning ran.

He cursed quietly to himself as he started his truck.

Find that damn hypnotist soon… before this gets even more out of control.

Anya stayed exactly where Jax left her for a long moment after the door clicked shut — bent over the edge of the bed, ass still raised, his warm cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked hole and dripping down her inner thighs. The intense orgasm and the feeling of being used in her ass had left her floating in a haze of submissive bliss.

Eventually she forced herself to move.

She began her tasks at Jax’s apartment with quiet obedience. She stripped the bed and remade it with fresh sheets, cleaned the bathroom from top to bottom until it sparkled, and folded and put away every piece of laundry. Once everything was perfect, she climbed back onto the bed exactly as ordered, spread her legs wide, and fingered herself to a shuddering orgasm. She came hard with her Master’s name on her lips, three fingers buried deep while her other hand tugged on her nipple piercings.

After catching her breath, Anya dressed exactly as commanded: the short black skirt that clung to her wide hips and toned legs, a tight white tank top with no bra (her pierced nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric), the black lace choker tight around her neck, and black heels. No panties. She felt deliciously exposed as she left Jax’s apartment and headed to her own.

At her place she watered her plants, answered a few urgent client emails for her graphic design work, and completed two small revisions. Every hour on the dot, she sent Jax a photo along with a progressively lewder message.

Hour 1 — at Jax’s apartment, after cleaning the bathroom:

Photo: Anya on her knees scrubbing the tub, skirt riding up to show her bare ass and the cum still glistening on her thighs.

Text: Master, your slave has cleaned your bathroom perfectly. My ass is still leaking your cum. I’m so grateful you used me this morning.

Hour 2 — after finishing laundry and making the bed:

Photo: Anya standing in front of the made bed, one hand lifting her skirt to show her dripping pussy.

Text: Master, laundry and bed are done. My cunt is aching again already. I can still feel how deep you fucked my ass. Your slave needs more of your cock soon.

Hour 3 — after fingering herself to orgasm on his bed:

Photo: Anya lying on the bed with her legs spread, fingers still shiny with her juices, face flushed in post-orgasm bliss.

Text: Master, I just came hard on your bed like you ordered, thinking about your thick cock stretching my asshole. I’m such a dirty cum-hungry slut for you.

She then headed to her own apartment and continued her tasks.

Hour 4 — while working at her desk:

Photo: Anya sitting at her computer, tank top pulled down to expose both pierced breasts, one hand between her spread thighs.

Text: Master, working on client files with no panties. My nipples are so hard and my pussy is soaked. I keep imagining you bending me over this desk and pounding my ass again.

Hour 5 — at the grocery store:

Photo: Anya in the produce aisle, subtly lifting the front of her short skirt just enough to show her bare, glistening pussy while pretending to examine bananas.

Text: Master, buying the groceries you commanded. My cunt is dripping in public because I’m thinking about being your brainless fucktoy. Everyone can see how hard my pierced tits are through this shirt.

Hour 6 — back at her apartment after groceries:

Photo: Anya on all fours on her living room floor, ass high, two fingers buried in her pussy while she looks back at the camera.

Text: Master, groceries are put away. I’m such a desperate whore for you. My holes are empty and needy. Please come home soon and destroy your slave’s ass and cunt again.

While completing her tasks, Anya also followed the extra order. She spent twenty minutes searching online for the hypnotist. After digging through old event listings, archived comedy club pages, and hypnosis directories, she finally found it — a simple, somewhat outdated professional website for “Dr. Edward Bryant — Stage Hypnotist & Mentalist.”

The site had a form and an email address clearly listed for booking inquiries: [email protected]

Anya immediately took screenshots of the website, the email address, and the booking page, then sent them to Jax in a separate message:

Master, I found the hypnotist. His name is Dr. Edward Bryant. His website is still active. The email for booking is [email protected]. I did not him. Here are the screenshots. Please tell your slave what you want to do next.

She attached the images and hit send, then returned to edging herself lightly while waiting for his reply, her mind already drifting back to how it would feel when Master came home and used her again.

The day continued with Anya staying perfectly obedient, sending one increasingly vulgar photo and message every hour, her need growing steadily despite the structure Jax had given her. She was functioning… but only because she knew her Master would eventually come home and take full control again.

Jax, meanwhile, was on the construction site checking his phone between tasks. Each new photo and message from Anya made his cock twitch in his work jeans. The progression from sweet obedience to outright filthy desperation was both arousing and concerning. When the screenshots of Dr. Elias’s website arrived, he felt a surge of relief mixed with determination.

He quickly typed a reply:

Good girl. Excellent work finding the email. Do not write to him. I will handle it tonight. Keep obeying your tasks. One more photo in an hour — make it the filthiest yet. Your Master is proud of you.

He pocketed the phone and went back to work, already planning to email Dr. Bryant the moment he got home.

The question now was whether Anya could hold it together until then… or whether the triggers would push her even further before the day was over.