The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Elena had given up finding love or romance. Men found her attractive, and she enjoyed sex, but her hookups had not led to anything deeper. She longed for real intimacy and a lasting relationship, but all her attempts had failed.

Her apartment was lonely without a partner, so she often walked her city’s streets, searching for meaning in her life.

She was walking one cloudless day in the ancient Gothic quarter when rain poured down without warning, and a silver veil dangerously slickened the cobblestone streets. Elena sought sanctuary beneath the crooked awning of a weathered storefront whose sign read only “CURIOSITIES” in faded paint.

She would have walked past on another day, but the rain pressed her inward, and a glow inside the shop seemed to beckon.

The shop smelled of dust and incense. Shelves sagged with relics: masks that leered, clocks that had forgotten the hour, books whose pages were yellowed and wrinkled with age. Yet her eyes were drawn to the center table, where a crystal sphere, about eight inches in diameter, rested on a velvet cushion.

The crystal sphere was clear as water, except for shifting light that seemed to pulse faintly, like the beat of a heart. Elena bent closer. Her reflection was distorted, distant, and she wondered if the sphere was looking back at her.

Her hands were drawn towards the sphere.

“Careful,” rasped a voice.

Elena was startled. A bearded old man, looking somewhat like Santa Claus, stood behind the counter with his pale-eyes watching her.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Some say it’s glass,” he said, “some say starlight hardened into stone. It re touch.”

“Re?”

He only smiled. “If it calls to you, it’s already yours.”

Elena’s hands closed around the sphere. It was cool, impossibly smooth, and yet it seemed to throb faintly against her palm. As she held the sphere, a pleasant warmth flowed into her hands and up her arms.

“If it calls to you,” the old man continued, “you will feel yourself relaxing. Your breathing will slow. Your eyelids will become heavy, and you will want to close them. You will feel…”

The shop blurred and then disappeared as Elena fell into a hypnotic trance. She had no memory of paying or returning to her apartment with the crystal sphere and placing it on her table.

Elena lit candles in her apartment that night, but their glow was outclassed by the crystal sphere’s subtle radiance. The sphere seemed to pulse at the edge of her awareness until she could no longer resist.

She gazed into the sphere and reached towards it.

The moment her skin touched its surface, a strange tingling flowed into her hands and up her arms, spreading to her chest, slowing her thoughts. Her eyelids fluttered and shut as she fell into a deep hypnotic trance.

She was falling—not asleep, but inward, sinking as though her body had become weightless in deep water. Her world went black behind her eyelids, and then the darkness exploded into light, the light into warmth, and the warmth into pleasure, until she was reduced to pure sensation.

Each inhale deepened her surrender. Each exhale washed away the edges of her mind.

Elena sighed sensuously as the pleasure spread through her veins, throbbing with her heartbeat. The pleasure grew stronger, surging inside her as waves of bliss. She continued to clutch the sphere as her body trembled.

The pleasure evolved into intense sexual arousal. Elena caressed her body and stimulated her private parts. Her breasts became sensitive and rigid. Her clit became throbbing and engorged.

Ecstasy overwhelmed her, too vast to contain. Her orgasm exploded without warning, like a starburst throughout her body: simultaneous fireworks, surrender and release. Her breath broke, her awareness shattered, and she collapsed onto her couch.

Elena floated in a sea of bliss without horizon, velvet-soft and timeless. She drifted without measure of hours—or centuries. Only bliss. Only peace and contentment.

And then she lost consciousness.

When she awoke, her candles had become pools of wax. Dawn leaked through the window.

The crystal sat silently before her, as innocent as glass.

And yet Elena’s heart and mind had been transformed. Her body thrummed faintly with the aftertaste of euphoria, and she knew she would return.

Every night for a month. Elena continued to touch the crystal sphere as she gazed into its mysterious depths. Each time, it put her into a deep hypnotic trance and gave her an orgasm, and for the first few days she returned breathless, trembling, glowing as though from a secret kiss.

But as the month continued, her orgasms became increasingly empty. Her orgasms still shook her body, but with less and less pleasure, until there was no pleasure at all. Loneliness began to overwhelm her. Memories of her euphoria were even more heartbreaking when that euphoria could not be sustained. Elena wondered if the sphere had depleted its fuel or if her orgasms had become empty because they couldn’t be shared.

Exactly one month after she had acquired the crystal sphere, when Elena no longer wanted to touch it, or even look at it, she was drawn back to the shop with questions that she needed answered.

She saw Adrian as soon as she entered the shop. He stood at the counter, speaking with the old man. Adrian was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that curled at the temples. His presence filled the shadowed space.

Adrian’s eyes locked onto hers, and Elena froze like a deer in the headlights as she became sexually aroused—and something more. His powerful eyes were a deep blue, flecked with silver, and they seemed to look straight into the secret pulse of her longing.

“You bought it,” Adrian said softly, as though certain.

Her throat tightened. “Bought… what?”

“The crystal sphere.” His lips curved faintly. “I wondered who would claim it.”

She could feel her heartbeat. “You know what it is?”

“I know what it does.”

The old man behind the counter gave a low chuckle, as though a long-forgotten pattern had returned.

Elena and Adrian left the shop and walked along the street together. She discovered that they had similar interests, opinions and ways of thinking. Although she did not yet know him well, Elena felt stirrings that she had never felt before. Could Adrian be the kindred spirit that had eluded her?

Adrian resumed talking about the crystal sphere. “I used to hold your sphere as I gazed into it,” he confessed. “It seems so long ago. It called to me, just as it did to you. But I was not ready. It… it eventually depleted me.” His eyes met hers. “You’ve felt it. But you couldn’t continue.”

Her lips parted. “How did you know?”

“I the loneliness,” he said looking at her sadly.

“The crystal initially engenders ecstasy and euphoria,” Adrian continued. “It awakens potential pleasures lurking in one’s soul. But they say that it longs for more than one soul at a time. Alone, the stimulation becomes… empty and unbearable. But if shared… If shared, they say that the experience becomes… transformative.”

His words stirred an ache in Elena’s chest she had not dared to acknowledge. She wondered what the crystal sphere would do if two hearts touched it together?

The air between them seemed to thrum like a hidden chord. Elena was in uncharted territory, and she was apprehensive. The thought of another failed relationship made her want to flee, but she drew a steadying breath, found courage deep inside her, and proposed: “Come with me.”

Elena lit candles in her apartment again. The crystal sphere seemed to glow on her table, as if anticipating.

At first, Adrian and Elena hesitated, wary of the unknown. They delayed with small talk, which evolved into more weighty subjects, and it became increasingly clear that they had much in common. Then they each took a deep breath and, slowly but deliberately, gazed into the sphere and reached towards it. Their hands brushed against each other as they closed them around the sphere.

A current leapt through them. Elena and Adrian gasped. Their eyes locked together as warmth poured into them, not separate but shared, like two tributaries merging into one mighty river.

They floated down this river together into a deep hypnotic trance. Their bodies slumped gently. Their eyes fluttered and closed. Elena’s world went dark, and she went into a beautiful dream.

In her dream, the darkness softened, light bloomed, and suddenly Elena was strolling in a beautiful meadow filled with brightly colored flowers. Adrian approached her from the other end of the meadow, and she felt that their souls were about to meet in an inner world. She felt that they were no longer just flesh and blood but were suffused with silver light, where Adrian’s eyes glowed like the sphere’s heart, drawing her into him irresistibly. She throbbed with sweet anticipation.

Elena lusted for Adrian as they closed the distance between them in the meadow. She recognized the same lust in Adrian’s trancey eyes, which ignited a loop of increasing lust between them.

They embraced ionately. Their hands explored each other. Their lips and tongues melted together. Elena was in rapture.

In Elena’s dream, they tore off each other’s clothes and tumbled into a massive bed that suddenly appeared in the middle of the meadow.

In Elena’s dream, their foreplay was timeless. Elena hallucinated a cupid hovering above her, shooting her with arrows that set herself on fire. Elena became more sexually aroused than she had ever been in her life.

In Elena’s dream, Adrian entered her slowly and deeply, and she exploded with sexual sensation. In and out, ionately, each thrust sent Elena soaring. They floated blissfully together, timelessly, caressing each other’s naked bodies, crying out with pleasure.

Elena would have been happy to have their physical union continue forever—but a starburst simultaneously consumed their bodies. It was the most intense and most pleasurable orgasm that Elena had ever known or imagined was possible.

Elena drifted away in a sea of bliss. “Such a beautiful dream!” she thought as she lost consciousness.

Elena awoke with her cheek pressed against Adrian’s shoulder. His arm cradled her loosely, as if it had always belonged there. Their naked bodies were pressed together, still pulsing with sensation.

It had not just been a dream!

The candles had burned away. Morning poured through the window.

They stirred slowly and gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes. Elena felt her heart beating, not just with the residue of her overwhelming orgasm but with certainty that she would never be the same again.

The crystal sphere rested silently on the table, but its glow seemed to linger in their veins.

After sex with her previous hookups, Elena couldn’t wait to separate. She either fled from the man’s apartment or expelled him from her own apartment as quickly as possible.

“Have breakfast with me,” Elena proposed.

Adrian and Elena became constant companions. They lingered in cafés, museums, movie theaters, and so much more. They loved exploring the city together, but they ended up in Elena’s apartment for the awaiting crystal sphere.

Each trance they entered together carried them deeper and increased their intimacy. Their inner world became richer, alive with landscapes of light: fields of gold where their laughter echoed, oceans of silver where they floated hand in hand, skies that pulsed with colors beyond waking sight.

They also spent considerable time, without trancing, in quiet conversations. Each conversation strengthened their connection. Although the sex was better than Elena had ever imagined possible, they also developed growing intimacy and love. Their shared orgasms no longer felt like an end but a threshold, each wave dissolving them further into one another, as their boundaries blurred between them.

It became clear that they were unusually compatible. They were of like minds on nearly all major issues: politics, culture, movies, books, art, life goals, etc. For the inevitable few areas where they disagreed, they listened without hostility and carefully took each other’s views into

In waking life, their union was just as real as their mutual trances. A glance across a room would send warmth rushing through Elena’s chest. A brush of Adrian’s hand would remind her body of the bliss and contentment that waited beyond touch. Without conscious intention, they each began adopting many of the other’s mannerisms.

Adrian and Elena learned how to put themselves into mutual hypnotic trances without the crystal sphere, giving them more control. They exchanged mutual hypnotic commands to intensify their intimacy and love, as well as to invoke complex hallucinations. They would hallucinate making love while floating in clouds, in crystal gardens, in a giant bowl of Jello, in outer space, etc.

But they kept the crystal sphere on their table as a shrine, as a testament to how it all began.

Adrian and Elena could hardly believe how lucky they were to have found each other.

As they lay in bed one night, Adrian wondered if it was the sphere that had hypnotized them by itself, or instead, if they had been hypnotized by the old man at the shop.

“The sphere seems so powerful,” Elena asserted.

“I don’t believe in magic,” Adrian replied. “It had to be the old man who sensed that we were kindred spirits. He must have hypnotized us when we peered into the crystal sphere and gave us posthypnotic commands. I had owned the sphere but had to get rid of it when my orgasms had no pleasure, leaving me longing. I left the sphere with the old man to sell on consignment. He called to tell me that he had been successful and that I needed to return to his shop. He told me to return on the same day we met.

Elena considered Adrian’s hypothesis. She concluded that human intervention was a much more likely catalyst than a “magic” sphere. “You’re probably right,” Elena conceded.

As Elena drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard a low chuckle emanating from the table in the next room.