The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Leona did not lead a fulfilling life. She went to work, she played video games, she’d scroll on her phone, and then do it all over again. Our sex life was sporadic and largely mundane, although we had gotten kinky on occasion. I could tell she was getting bored, losing interest. Then, one night, a night like any other, she had a nightmare. In it, she was being held down on a metal table, a bright light shining in her eyes. She felt unsettled when she woke up, and her mouth was dry. She went to take a drink of water, and for some reason it didn’t help. She felt like she had bad cottonmouth, but not the worst she’d ever had. She made herself a cup of coffee, but it just didn’t taste right. “Maybe you’re getting sick,” she thought. “Oh well, it’s not bad enough to make me call off work.”

Leona’s shift at a local discount store ed rather like any other, pretty mundane, except for the blasted drymouth. She’d been drinking pop and it was not helping, an energy drink just tasted wrong and upset her stomach, and sucking on hard candy was a grave mistake. Near the end of her workday, she had to clean the restroom. She went in and it smelled strange to her, like something sweet. When she looked down, she saw a huge mess. A man was in here last, and he missed, a lot. There is piss on the seat, running down the wall, puddling on the floor. Leona thought she might gag, but she didn’t. In fact, her stomach actually settled down. As she got closer to clean it up, it started to smell... better. She got curious. She got a drop on her finger from the seat, and put it under her nose. It was the best thing Leona had ever smelled in her life, like baking cookies and incense and cologne and flowers and everything just firing the neurons in her brain. So, she took a taste. It was simply delicious; she would never have imagined it could be.

Leona got even more daring, knelt down, and licked the seat. It was divine, and it actually helped her cottonmouth. Now she had to, she was committed. Leona licked all over the seat, the wall, the floor, the filthy floor covered in filthy, delicious piss. She only realized what she had done when there was none left; she stood up, reeling, horrified, but also, very turned on. Her pussy was literaly dripping with lust. Leona locked the door, dropped her pants, and started to rub her clit right there. She got to the edge faster than ever, and she came, hard, leaning against the wall.

When Leona got home, her head still spinning, she headed straight to the bathroom. She saw that I flushed the last time I went, and she let out a curse. But then she thought to herself, “Maybe I can try my own? I do have to go...” She squatted, hovering over the toilet, and released her stream. Most of it got in the bowl, but she managed to get some in a cup she kept on the sink counter. When she smelled it, it was simply awful. Her nose burned, it was so rancid. She tried to taste it anyway, and when it touched her tongue, it burned like atomic hot sauce. The sensation faded after a short while, but now she was worried. I wasn’t going to be home for a couple hours yet, and she wasn’t sure what to do, so she did the best she could to distract herself until I got back. It was not easy.

When she heard my car pull up, she stripped naked and headed to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, spread her legs, and opened her mouth with her tongue out. We had played this game before, but never with her waiting for me when I got home. I walked inside the aapartment and headed for the bathroom, and saw her there. I smiled. She wasn’t moving. I opened my pants and freed my cock. It was always harder to piss when semi-erect like this, but I did, and when that fresh hot stream hit her mouth, fireworks went off in her head. She swallowed as much as she could, absorbing life, but some inevitably ran down her chin and her tits, making her a lovely mess. When I finished, I looked down and I could see her cunt practically glowing a deep red, dripping slime into the bowl. Her eyes were glazed over, but I could tell what she needed. I grabbed her by the hair, threw her to the floor, and slid my cock inside her as she laid on her belly, my piss causing her to slide around a bit as I took her hole. She didn’t know how long I fucked her for, she couldn’t reckon the age of time, but when I came, you came, her squirt adding to the mess on the floor.

When Leona came back to herself, she stood up and saw and felt the mess we made. We got a shower together, cleansing each other’s bodies and washing each other’s hair, and as we dried off, we talked. She told me what she had experienced, and I was intrigued. Maybe she was getting sick, maybe had a stroke, or maybe it would be different tomorrow. We went to bed together, my cock pressed against her ass and my arm draped over her.

The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of her mouth on my cock. This had happened many times, and it was always a thrill. But, she was not as vigorous as usual, just gently licking my cock and balls, enough to wake me up but not get me fully charged. Before, when she’d done this, when she saw me awake she would always say something. “Good morning,” “Sleep well?,” “I’m hungry,” “Can you make me breakfast?” This time, she said “I’m thirsty, I need a drink.” At least, that’s probably what she said, but her voice was muffled, as if her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She left the bed to go to the bathroom, and sat on the toilet as she did the night before.

I followed her, and when I released that golden stream of piss into her mouth, everything felt better, got better, WAS better. She drank it all, as I made sure she didn’t miss a drop. Same as the night before, she went almost catatonic, her mouth and her cunt drooling. I didn’t take her this time, wanting to see how long she stayed in this state. It wore off after a few minutes, and she blinked and the clouds in her head dispersed. Her mouth, throat, and stomach felt amazing. Now, we had to talk.

As we sat and went over all the details, she told me about her dream. She ed that what woke her from the dream was a sharp poke behind her left ear. I moved her hair and checked her skin, and sure enough, there was a small scar, hard to see unless someone knew to search for it. All evidence pointed to someone performing a secret surgery on her at some point, altering her body.

The results were clear; she could only get relief from drinking piss, and when you did, she went into a form of lust haze, unable to move but easily taken. Luckily, she had the day off, so she didn’t have to worry about licking a public toilet seat to sate herself. We experimented. The next time I fed her my piss, and she went into the haze, I started to finger her, lightly rubbing her clit, and playing with her nipples. She never came out of the haze, she didn’t even begin to. I stopped only long enough to grab her by the wrist and pull her to the bedroom. She could sorta walk, only barely able to avoid falling on her face with my help. I got her on the bed on her back, legs spread, and I got her vibe wand out of the side table drawer, set it to low, and put it on her clit. She couldn’t move, she didn’t even twitch, and it stayed in place. I left the room, and for the next few minutes I could still hear it buzzing. After half an hour, I went back to the bedroom, and she was still frozen in place, eyes glassy, a puddle of drool under her head and a pool of cunt slime between her legs. I removed the vibe and replaced it with my tongue, licking her clit and lapping up her juices. She came in record time, screaming, and soaking my face, my beard totally saturated with her squirt. When she came down, she was amazed at how much time had ed. In her mind, it was only seconds, or maybe it was an eternity, she couldn’t tell. But she could not wait to do it again. It was the best orgasm of her entire life. Little did she realize, it would be her last.

Fast forward to today, a few days later. She is sitting on a specially made seat above a bowl. Her legs are spread, and a set of straps around her waist and upper thighs are holding a bullet against her clit. She is pegged to the seat on a large dildo inside her ass. Her mouth is wide open, drool runing down her tits, cunt leaking into the bowl. All of the men in the apartment building know to come here. I have a sign on the front door that reads “Public Restroom.” They all come in to piss in her mouth, sometimes using a funnel, and every time, even through the haze she feels a near constant energizing and arousal. Some of the men fuck her throat, some pull her off the seat and fuck her incredibly stretched, gaped, lubricated asshole, but they all know her cunt is off limits, because if she cums, she’ll wake up.

I’ve kept her like this for days. She doesn’t need to eat, receiving full nourishment from cum and male piss. One of the women tried to piss in her mouth, but she reacted violently, breaking the haze, saying it made her tongue burn and nauseated her. Still, women come to the apartment, and when they do, we put a gag and a mask on her that covers the lower half of her face, and they piss all over her, in her hair, on her tits, everywhere they want to, getting off on degrading a human toilet. When the mask and gag are removed, her mouth immediately opens, her tongue lolling out, the drool starting again. Sometimes the couples fuck right in front of her, and they don’t care; she is furniture. I covered her teeth with soft rubber caps to make using her mouth a more pleasant experience. Sometimes men and women will write on her with a marker, horrible, degrading things. “Pisswhore,” “Toilet,” “Cumdumpster,” one wrote “Empty” across her forehead and “Fill” on her belly. As long as she is regularly fed male piss, she can stay like this indefinitely. The only thing off limits is her cunt, so she can never cum again. The people pay me for the privilege of using her. I keep half the money; the other half goes to the surgeon I had perform the operation I ordered. It was worth every penny.