The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Emma squirmed and squeezed her thighs together as a particularly strong bass beat triggered her vibrator. Once it settled back down to that pleasant, distracting, underlying buzz, she glanced around at her friends to check if any of them had noticed her reaction. So far, they still seemed oblivious to her private game. Instead they were absorbed by the music, cocktails, and flashing lights of the night club. When the girls invited her to go dancing at Venus Effect, Emma had debated whether to wear her little toy. Her last boyfriend broke up with her almost a year ago, and she’d been experiencing a frustrating dry spell ever since. Eventually, she gave into temptation and inserted the vibrator before leaving her apartment. This way, even if she didn’t find a new guy to bring home tonight, at least she would still enjoy herself and the music would eventually get her off.

Another throbbing beat caused the vibrations to intensify again. Tucked into her cute panties, the vibrator’s two motors were pulsating to the rhythm, an external one pressed up against her clit and an internal one stimulating her g-spot. After months with nothing but her fingers down there, the delicious feeling made her shiver. Emma suspected her face was flushed from the arousal, and hoped that the chancy club lighting masked it. Finally the music and vibrations abated for a moment, and Emma was able to focus again. She glanced to where she’d left her phone face down at the table the girls had reserved.

It was gone. Emma’s eyes widened in panic, and she pushed through the crowd to make her way back to their table. Refuse from the bottle service littered the table surface where she had left her phone; the dirty, empty glasses explained why she was wobbling unsteadily in her heels. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed under her breath. The purses of the other girls seemed undisturbed, so maybe the phone just got bumped and fell to the floor? Emma squatted down to check, tugging on her black minidress in an attempt to avoid flashing her fuchsia lace thong to the whole club. The tightness of her skirt was definitely a hindrance to that goal, and she felt her face reddening even more.

How could I be so stupid? she cursed herself as she looked frantically. Sure, she was a bit lonely and yes, horny. And the phone app was annoying; the phone had to be unlocked and the app opened for the music synchronization feature to work. With no pockets on her bodycon dress, she couldn’t carry her phone discretely with the screen lit, so she’d decided to leave it among the purses after a few drinks. The DJ transitioned songs and the bass dropped, causing the vibrator to hum inside her again. Emma bit her lip and closed her eyes from the irresistible sensation, clenching her body until the wave receded back to the background vibrations.

Panting a bit, Emma tried to think. It was harder than she expected. The loud club music, dizzying lights, and fog of alcohol that intoxicated her friends was affecting her too. Ok, so my toy is still vibing to the music, which means my phone must be nearby, she concluded. The Bluetooth range was limited, and the microphone had to be in the room to detect the music. She stood up, thinking to ask her girlfriends to check the floors. Maybe someone kicked her phone away by accident.

Suddenly, the buzzing on her clit ceased. The motor inside her stopped right after. Her eyes opened wide at the realization that someone had found the phone and was using the app that controlled her vibrator. The whole thing was unlocked, leaving her completely vulnerable to whoever had it. Emma’s eyes darted around, trying to see who it could be. There were several phones in use, and no way to conclusively figure out which one was hers without making an embarrassing scene. Just then, she felt three quick pulses on her pussy. She jumped, startled, and reached towards her crotch before stopping herself. The pulses repeated, and Emma felt a little panic creeping in, along with the now reluctant arousal. She decided to take the vibrator out before the situation got completely out of her control.

“Liv! Liv!” Emma shouted at her nearest friend, trying to be heard over the noise on the dance floor. Olivia was pressed up, dancing on her date, but looked over when she heard her name. Emma pointed towards the washroom on the level below, and Olivia nodded in acknowledgement before returning her attention to boy she was with. Emma felt a few more pulses of varying intensity as she slowly worked her way through the crowd, past the bouncer downstairs, and towards the line for the bathroom. As she got closer, the vibrator suddenly, almost painfully, started vibrating at maximum strength right up against her clit and g-spot. Emma squeaked as she stumbled and grabbed a hold of a pillar to herself. The power dialed back down, leaving Emma shaken. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself, then took two more steps towards the bathroom. Again, she was suddenly assaulted by a punishing buzzing against her most sensitive spots. Emma whimpered and retreated back towards the pillar. She tried one more time, with exactly the same results.

Emma looked forlornly at the line for the bathroom. It was obvious that her interloper had figured out the remote controls for the vibrator. It was equally apparent that there was no way she would be able to last long enough the get into a stall to remove it. She shimmied a bit as the vibrator returned to a more pleasurable setting, gently stimulating her now. The vibrator’s power continued to fade, and Emma tried to figure out what to do. She wavered at the idea of requesting help from a bouncer, but was too mortified at the thought of itting what was happening. Another horror occurred to her. With her phone unlocked, whoever was playing with her had access to everything: nude selfies, banking apps, private messages, and more. Even if she got the vibrator out, her aggressor could still do severe damage to her. Going for help now might provoke an even worse punishment. Maybe she could privately confront whoever it was and demand her phone back? Even if I don’t get my phone back, I still need to know who has it so the bouncers can get it for me before I get into deeper trouble, she rationalized.

Three short pulses on her clit prompted Emma to start moving aimlessly. Venus Effect was the biggest club in town, with several different dance floor and a rooftop bar. As she meandered near the entryway to the R&B floor, the toy modulated to a more enjoyable setting, and she wriggled her hips while she entered the next area.

The music shifted to a sultry, resonant song about sex on the dance floor. Emma’s footsteps unconsciously matched to the rhythm. She looked around, hesitant about what she should do next. It was impossible for her to think straight. Her mind was overrun with embarrassment, arousal, fear, and confusion, along with the alcohol and disorientation from the club atmosphere. The vibrator rewarded her as she moved deeper into the R&B room, gently coaxing her farther away from her friends. Emma’s eyes glazed over and her breathing sped up.

When Emma reached the bar, she had a suddenly realization. Looking back, she saw how far she’d drifted. She felt a dark thrill as she understood that she was being guided by her controller. Her most intimate pleasure was being used to pilot her. It was crowded at the bar, and Emma was jostled a few times until a seat miraculously opened up in front of her. She sat in it to relieve her suddenly weak legs. The two bartenders were busy serving other patrons, and Emma wasn’t sure she wanted their attention anyway. A full glass was set down directly in front of her, surprising Emma. She looked at the fuzzy pink liquid with suspicion, then searched the crowd to see who might have put it down. Three high pulses in her crotch made her squirm. She was certain that her controller wanted her to drink the mysterious liquid. She reached towards the drink with a shaking hand, and felt shameful pleasure as her vibrator rewarded her. I should tell a bartender, she thought, but demurred again, still hoping to salvage the situation, still embarrassingly horny.

Emma’s tremulous hands raised the glass to her mouth, and she took a small sip. It was delicious. Of course it would be, the controller wanted her to enjoy complying. The drink was sweet and fruity, just what she liked. It had no immediate affect on her, just an erotic sense of powerless dread. Again, the now familiar pattern of three strong vibrations stroked her pussy, causing her to slosh her drink a little. With reckless despair Emma drank the rest of the drink as quickly as she could, then pushed herself away from the bar to escape.

Back on the dance floor, a painfully high jolt stopped Emma from return to her friends in the pop music room. Instead, Emma wandered towards a corner, shivering in anticipation of her next instructions. The sensual lyrics poured from the speakers and into her ears, singing about dangerous, ionate lust. Imperceptibly, a curious lightness grew in her. Soon enough, she felt like she was floating. Time slowed down. The colours of the flashing lights, the rumble of the bass from the speakers, the smell of sweat and perfume, the feeling of her clothes rubbing her skin, all of it intensified. Her perceptions were more acute, but Emma herself felt less substantial, more like a distant observer, unable to interact with the outside world. Emma realized she was shimmying and shaking her hips, and it felt good. Her nipples were hard; she reached out her hands to touch her breasts, and it felt better. Then she realized that her vibrating toy had switched back to music mode at some point. It was pulsing inside her in tune with the licentious music, and that felt best of all.

Emma squirmed and squeezed her thighs together, her hands caressing her breasts. She felt weaker, helpless, and more and more wet. She knew she was in deep trouble, but it titillated her even more than it scared her. The smutty fantasies of dark surrender that she masturbated to while safe in her bed were coming true, and she couldn’t find the strength to resist. She was dazed with lust, her face flushed, eyes hooded, almost drooling.

A possessive hand settled on the small of her back, just above her ass. It propelled her forward, into the milieu of the gyrating, sinuous bodies crowding on the dance floor. When she tried to turn her head to look at predator who was steering her, his other hand firmly trapped her chin, forcing her to look straight ahead. Once they reach a spot near the speakers, both hands shifted to her upper arms, pulling her into him, rocking her to the beat of the music. She felt herself responding to his commanding presence. She submitted to his touch, grinding her ass against him, feeling his hard bulge pressed up against her. His hands started to fondle her, and she moaned in lewd fright when he undid her bra strap. He pinched her nipples, and Emma leaned back against his chest, feeling how solid he was, closing her eyes and allowing the perverse sensations to overwhelm her.

The man’s hands took control of her hands, and pulled them back to her breasts. She continued squeezing them even as his disappeared. There was some odd movement behind her, then she felt a silk cloth cover her eyes, blocking her vision. She felt his hands trail down her flanks, and pause at the hem of her dress as she ground back desperately into his hips. She writhed and moaned again as his fingers snuck under her skirt. On the crowded, dark floor, there was no one to see him tug the waistband of her panties down her thighs. Emma gasped at the feeling of the air moving over her exposed pussy. Anyone who looked would see her naked, with the vibrator inserted between her nether lips. She felt the pressure of his weight pressing her down, bringing them both into a low squat. Somehow, he directed them in time with the music, removing her panties, then standing her back up.

Emma couldn’t do much more than whimper. Her feeling of horny helplessness kept her completely ive as he bunched up her panties and stuffed them in her mouth, symbolically silencing her. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was to be blinded, gagged, disheveled, and with her undergarments loosened and removed, and her own sexual pleasure under somebody else’s control. With a start, she realized that the sound of the music had faded, and she was being walked somewhere unknown. “Mmmmmph,” she moaned through the panties in her mouth. The vibrator was now pulsing in one of those delightful, preprogrammed patterns, and she had to rely on the man to keep her steady. She felt the way he pulled her hands together behind her back. A small click and the feeling of cold metal on her wrists told her that she’d just been cuffed. She trembled as she felt herself positioned into a car seat, a seat belt securing her in place. A moment later, and the car started moving. She quivered in lust and fear as she was carried away.