The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

One of my favorite things to imagine whenever I’m writing about being hypnotized is that feeling of incredible helplessness. I find surrendering my own control to a dominant party so wonderfully sexy, the intensity of dropping under beyond addictive.

Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to really have spiral eyes...Just an unending whirlpool of pleasure eclipsing my gaze, falling deeper into a compliant spell with each monochrome rotation, every stiff robotic step I take reinforcing your inescapable hold over me.

My arms outstretched before me in the classic sleepwalker pose, I’d march around in circles declaring my undying loyalty to my master in a soft, monotone voice, so lost in the waves of unending mental ecstasy.

“I am in your power...I must obey...I am in your power...I must obey...”

With just a simple wave of your hands you’re able to conduct me towards the bedroom like a puppet on strings, and soon the house fills with my mesmerized squeals as you hypnotically dominate my flesh and claim me for your own...

I mentioned in my prelude to Serpent Seduction that I find cobras to be particularly hypnotic creatures, how they move and sway around just seems very captivating to me, almost like they’re trying to cast a mesmerizing or confusing spell on their prey...

I’d really love to be up close with one in a safe environment where I could actually let it touch and coil around me, slowly darting back and forth across my eyes while flaring its open hood with reptilian dominance, my focus captured into its piercing eyes without even trying.

I can just imagine how it would feel to start going blank under its spell, the tingles filling up my head as I relax and let myself succumb to the serpent’s rhythmic swaying, constricting me tighter with my outstretched arms bound and coiled before me.

The cobra dancing back and forth so perfectly in rhythm with its own slow echoing hiss, subduing every thought and hope of resistance as numbness spreads across my constricted brain…

I’ve fallen so helplessly to its power just like a silly bird or weak minded field mouse, everything becoming so blurry and dreamlike as I nod along in mesmerized unison with my serpentine captor, my lost, cross-eyed expression looking so blissfully spellbound…

“Ah~....”

My lips smile wide in absolute orgasmic bliss as I whisper a quiet, pitiful sigh of submission, my eyelids growing so impossibly heavy, drooping and fluttering again and again, everything around the snake vanished into hazy non-existence.

Soon I’d reach something of a ping! moment where I’ve fully succumbed to the cobra’s hypnosis, going completely stationary as my body stands at attention, my heavy eyelids now opening super wide as I let myself surrender and be owned.

I’m unequivocally hypnotized now, it’s undeniable the cobra has me blissed out and empty headed, so vulnerable to suggestion, anyone could walk by, snap their fingers, and command me to obey.

The coils tighten around my wrists and naked body, warm scales gently sliding across my wet flower as I grin like an oblivious dope, so completely helpless, a damsel bound to an evil dominant serpent…

A forked tongue quickly flicks against my smiling lips as I’m overwhelmed by a strong compulsion to walk forward, reinforced by a tail slapping against my ass, drawing me into an even deeper numbing trance with each vestige of my empty mind I surrender to my new reptilian master.

“I am in your power...I musssst obey...I am in your power...I musssst obey...”

Another similar fantasy I’ve always had is to let myself get swindled by a hypnotist snake charmer while on vacation abroad, or just running into one near my home by chance…

…Yeah, I know it might sound a bit silly, but I’d really love to experience being taken advantage of and led around under a blissfully unaware daze like that…All cross-eyed and riding a silly euphoria train, oblivious to my own predicament or the man tricking me out of my cash and into his arms.

Even if their goal is just to scam or get laid, that loss of control is undeniably hot, it just taps into something so sexually primal in me. I honestly wouldn’t mind losing a few bucks and spreading my legs for a hypnotist conman if it meant getting so mentally owned like that.

How sexy it would feel to let an enticing and exotic melody wrap around my brain, compelling me to relax my inhibitions, and just go along with the mystic tune as it guides me into a wonderful, thoughtless high.

Nothing could be more perfect, even with a crowd watching me sleepwalk closer I wouldn’t care in the slightest, far too hypnotized by the charmer’s swaying flute, slouching forward with a slack jaw, mindlessly stepping towards the charmer with limp arms and drool pouring down my face.

“Uuhhhoaaa.....”

As the exotic tune picks up I’d drop down to my knees in hypnotic reverence, following back

and forth without any clue as to what I’m doing, just lost in the song and the pleasant tingles filling up in my head and pussy.

Soon my eyes cross even more as they roll up white, and my tongue slowly hangs from my open mouth, so weak and powerless to his spell. I’ve been captured, charmed, and hypnotized into a state of pure unbelievable ecstasy…

My thoughts completely vanished, all I’m able to comprehend is the exotic flute as it dances my awestruck face around back and forth, drenching myself like a sprinkler to this euphoric seduction as I nod in circles and surrender my purse to him...

Later that night after I’ve returned home, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about how I’d actually been hypnotized by a snake charmer! I know I’d feel so silly, falling under a musical spell and losing my purse like some easy mark, but also so incredibly turned on.

I’d be aching to experience it again, massaging and fingering myself for hours to the blurry memory of being taken for a sexy hypnotic ride like that.

I don’t what the crowd’s reaction to my ensnarement was, just that I’d found myself on the verge of stripping naked before everyone when I finally snapped out of it, grabbing my clothes and running off with an embarrassed squeal…

Life seems so boring without hypnosis...I really wish I could just spend all day hypnotized and lost under an obedient spell, and without thinking I’d start getting dressed in my pjs and coat, quickly making my way back to where I’d last seen that cheeky seducing charmer...

When I notice his dingy looking trailer my heart skips a beat, rubbing my shoulders in the cold night wind as I steal a glance to the full moon above, slowly coming back to reality as it dawns on me that I’m no longer in my bedroom anymore...

Hm...I can’t even walking all this way, the past hour feels almost like a lost dream. I’d been so busy fantasizing about hypnosis and losing control, it’s like my conscious mind just slipped away from me...

Once he answers the door I’m about to apologize for bothering him so late, but he just smiles warmly and quickly welcomes me inside, giving me a nice kiss that I pay little mind to as he locks the door behind us and invites me in deeper...

First thing I notice is all the lit candles, giving an intimate and slightly romantic atmosphere, almost as if he’d been expecting my arrival, letting him take my fur coat and hanging it beside my lost purse on a small brightly colored snake carrier.

Hisssssss...

I still feel a bit shy and nervous, though I’m definitely starting to relax more in his presence, glancing around at the various different flutes on display, along with a paperback edition of ‘The Pied Piper & Other Stories’ resting on a nearby coffee table, right underneath a suggestive pinup calendar.

Snap!

But my attention quickly falls to his snapping fingers when he clicks them near my face, and without even realizing it I begin confessing everything to him, my secret fetish and reason for being here.

How I loved getting hypnotized earlier, that everything about losing myself in his spell was just the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and if he’d like to hypnotize me again, I’d be honored to offer myself up as a willing subject for him to toy with.

Quickly I cover my mouth and feel just how red my cheeks are blushing from saying all that out loud, but he just chuckles and pulls me in closer, stealing another kiss, and before I know it we’re both making out with each other, his scruffy beard tickling my face.

After we eventually part he tells me that he also greatly enjoyed hypnotizing me, and was hoping to add something “a bit spicier” to his act, gesturing to the lewd pinup beside us with a knowing grin.

Before I can ask just what exactly he means by that, he’s showing me the most beautiful kaleidoscope pattern on his phone, effortlessly drawing me into its vibrant and unfolding center, while a recording of his exotic flute playing tickles my brain…

“Just relax for me, Cara….Relax, and be hypnotized…”

I don’t even attempt resistance, just letting a doll-like smile come to my face as I feel myself slipping back down into a bubbling high, every thought in my head clearing away to be replaced by the enchanting music and magnetic pattern.

“You are in my power now…Your mind belongs to me…Your thoughts belong to me…You cannot resist my spell…Only give in, and be mine…”

He slowly waves his phone around, and I let myself naturally follow along in dizzying circles, the patterns blurring once my eyes cross, and my tongue slips through my smiling lips.

“Ohhhmmnaaa..~”

Now I’m slouching forward and giving myself completely to him, a soft groan all I can muster as he leads my spellbound expression around

in a mesmerized dance just like Kaa would, unable to anything but the beautiful song as I slowly lift my shirt up over my head, tossing it away into the couch before losing my shorts next...

The music reaches every crevice of my emptying mind, the colorful, unending patterns onscreen washing over my tired vision, conducting me across the room towards a small one person bed, following with such a dopey look on my smiling face, unaware of anything but how amazing it feels to get hypnotized…

“Good girl…And all too easy…”

Drool runs down my chin, and soon I’ve collapsed face first over the sheets, the song compelling me to raise my ass in the air and show just how gushing wet his power makes me, his kissing lips exploring my girlhood before he finally mounts, and the trailer fills with a different musical chorus of my own horny sighs...

The next day a much larger crowd gathers around his usual performance spot, definitely younger and male centric now, with quite a bit of excited cheering filling the air as he plays his flute with a spicier tempo.

My bracelet-covered arms reach up around my ponytail, swaying my bare hips to the music with such a blissfully unaware smile on my face, endless spirals rotating in my vacant eyes as I shimmy and undulate my open stomach.

I’m now dressed in an extremely skimpy golden bikini, decorated with Arabic inscriptions and

bright, glimmering scales that catch the sunlight, turning me into such an enticing, barely clothed prize, a serpent armband constricting around my bicep, while another wraps across my open thigh.

I’d look right at home resting on a mound of treasure, or lounging beneath an imposing cobra shaped throne, like a pampered trophy girl to be ired by all, no other woman exists to these guys as they watch me dance practically naked for their viewing enjoyment.

On my head is a small, cobra inspired tiara, the charmer using his flute to draw me from a wicker basket, spinning me around to show the enraptured crowd of men the gold thong displaying my entire bare ass.

‘Princess Cara—Dancing Siren’

Their cheering gets louder as I begin stripping out of my little snake bikini, and soon I’m belly dancing completely naked, save for my tiara and the golden scale collar closed over my neck, bending forward and twerking as piles of cash land at my feet.

In my hypnotized dreams I can see nothing but the spiral, slowly reaching down to massage my dripping flower in horny lust, spreading wide for everyone to see what an enslaved and coiled princess I’ve become…