The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The last day of my trip was rather anticlimactic, all things considered. We took one last trip to the beach just to hang out a bit, splash around, and play in the sand. With her catheter gone, Missy was able to in with her friends and head into the water, so I spent the majority of my time on the shore simply watching them all play in the surf. With a bit of encouragement, I did, finally, head out into the water itself. Briefly. VERY briefly. I don’t mind swimming that much… in a pool. A nice clean chlorinated pool without sea critters. The ocean on the other hand… not my favorite place. So after a sufficient amount of time to satisfy my lady friends I made my escape and returned to dry land once more.

All in all, it wasn’t so bad.

Afterwards, it was pizza night again. I think we were all at that tipping point… where you’re ALMOST sick of eating pizza, but not quite there yet. Obviously, we’d all want something different tomorrow and probably wouldn’t touch a pizza for a month or more after this, but it was fine for a last meal together, and it kept Velma from having to cook something and clean up the mess afterward. After dinner, I proposed a nice game of cards, but Cindy and the others begged off.

“We’re leaving early in the morning tomorrow,” she stated with a yawn. “We’ve got a pretty good drive ahead of us, and we’d like to leave out when the sun comes up. I hope you guys understand.”

“Oh, of course, hon,” Velma replied. “We’ll be getting up pretty early ourselves. Jax’s plane leaves around nine-thirty in the morning, but you know airports. We’ll need to be there half an hour beforehand to check in, so we’ll be leaving here before eight o’clock.”

“Huh. Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” Missy remarked, her expression a bit sad. “Time really flew by, didn’t it? Hard to believe it’s been an entire week.”

“Heh. Two weeks for me,” I pointed out, “but yeah, it did really fly by.” I sighed softly. “I’m going to miss you guys. Missy, Connie, you guys BETTER get an online and chat me up after you get back home,” I told them both sternly. “I wanna hear from you both soon. If all else fails, log on with Cindy sometime and use HER .”

“Meh… I’m not really into the whole online chat thing,” Connie muttered, frowning, but then, considering things, she shrugged. “But… meh… I suppose if it’s the only way to communicate with you and Velma, I’ll have to come up with something. I guess,” she said, shrugging again. We all chuckled, which caused her to blush. I was starting to see that surly and contrary was pretty much Connie’s normal state of being.

Deciding that this was the last time we’d be seeing each other for a while, we all exchanged hugs. Cindy and Missy both kissed me, which made us all blush a little, but considering that we’d had sex a few days ago, seemed entirely appropriate. Connie offered me a handshake, and I glanced at her sidelong, before surprising her and pulling her into a hug as well. The girl stiffened in my grasp, clearly not comfortable with it, but to her credit, she didn’t yell or scream or pull away. “See you guys around,” I said finally releasing her. She nodded, fighting the urge to grin, before following her two girlfriends back to their room.

Back in Velma’s bedroom, I began the process of packing up, and getting things ready for my trip home tomorrow. “Well, not exactly the get-to-know-each-other experience we’d planned,” Velma remarked, dropping lightly onto her bed, watching me pack, “but I think it went pretty well, for the most part. I hope you had fun.”

“Oh definitely,” I told her sincerely, giving her a smile. “Best time of my life. Well, minus a few little hiccups along the way,” I said after a moment. “But all in all… I had a blast!” I chuckled. “Reage and Kayli are both going to be so jealous that I got to spend the week not just with you, but with GaldaldD.Gray as well.” Velma chuckled.

“Oh yeah. I’m actually a little sorry for you now,” she itted, laughing despite her words. “I can only imagine what kind of hell Reage is going to raise when you get back.” I sighed, hanging my head. I actually cared quite a bit for the girl, but she could be quite a headache. A submissive who likes to try and ‘top’ her Dominant at every chance could indeed be a handful. Of my two online subs, Kayli was definitely the easier to handle, very ‘low maintenance’ compared to her slave-sister, though I was probably closer bonded with Reage. Still, that was a matter for later. For now, I had one last night here with Velma… with SatinNLace. And I intended to make the most of it.

“So… last night together,” I said lightly, ing her on the bed. “Anything special you’d like to do?”

Peering deep into my face, she nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Since you asked… I was wondering if maybe we could have a repeat of the first night?” I blinked, considering. “You know… for symmetry. Ending the trip the way we started it off.”

“I take it you mean the hypnosis part? Not the taking my virginity part?” I asked, tongue in cheek. “Because I’d like to think I would give a much better ing of myself this time around.”

Velma laughed grandly. “Yes, you wiseguy, that’s EXACTLY what I meant. And, just for the record, you have indeed gotten much better since then… but that first night was nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve popped quite a few cherries in my time,” she stated with a bit of pride, “and none of them of them learned as quickly and as thoroughly as you did. By the end of the night, you’ve given me the fucking of a lifetime.”

Well, that was definitely a boost to the old ego. A very gratefully accepted one. “All right then,” I said, retrieving the pendant from around my neck, and holding it up for her again. Her eyes immediately locked onto it, and her jaw dropped slightly, a glazed look in her eyes already. I nodded. “Very good, Velma, my pet,” I said, my tone automatically shifting to my ‘hypnotist voice’. “Already relaxing like a good girl. You how it feels… how easy it is to let go and just relax… to breathe in… and out…” I said, watching as she instinctively timed her own breathing to mine, “relaxing more and more as you stare… stare deep into the pendant. Just as you’ve done before… many many times before. Relaxing your body… relaxing your mind, allowing your thoughts to slow, fade, and grow silent… No need to think now, my Pet… Master will think for you. All you have to do is obey.”

“Obey…” Velma murmured softly, head lolling, eyes staring vacantly up at the crystal pendant as it swung.

“Yes, my Pet. Obey,” I reaffirmed. “And now… it’s time to close your eyes and sleep… sleep for me now,” I commanded, lowering the pendant, allowing her eyes to close and her head to slump forward. I smiled to myself as she went easily into trance. I’d hypnotized her quite a few times off and on before Cindy’s friends arrived, and she was pretty used to it by now. Point of fact, the trigger I’d given her earlier, allowing me to put her back into trance simply by touching her and commanding her to sleep, was still active. It was how I’d managed to hypnotize her, Cindy, and Mindy previously and take control of them away from Connie. Note to any would-be hypnotists out there—always leave yourself a back door, just as a precaution. Just be sure the trigger only works for YOU and not anyone lucky enough to stumble upon a lucky combination of words.

Staring down at my lovely beautiful, I deepened her trance, reminding her of the crystal that she could see inside her mind even with her eyes closed. “Yes, my Pet… continue staring at the crystal,” I told her, gently placing her bare feet into my lap, rubbing and stroking her soft sensitive soles. “Stare at the hypnotic crystal in your mind… let it take you deeper and deeper into trance. The more you stare, the deeper you sink into my power. The more obedient you become to my will. And the more your Master’s will becomes irresistible.” I smirked at that. Probably overkill. Besides this, this was completely consensual, and I had no intention of pushing her into anything she wouldn’t normally do anyway. But this would be the last chance I would get to hypnotize a fully willing subject for a long time, and I planned to give her my very best.

Finished with the deepening, I gave my obedient thrall her instructions, confirmed that she understood and that she would indeed obey, and then I bid her to lie back on the bed. I carefully arranged her body as I desired, spread-eagled with her arms at her sides and her legs spread widely with her feet hanging just off the edge. Finally, settled in, I stood back up, stepped back a bit, and then snapped my fingers loudly.

SNAP!

Velma blinked, then blinked again, a look of panic spreading across her face. Glancing around wildly, she began pulling at her wrists and ankles… but stayed in place, as if she were somehow bound by invisible bonds. “Mmmph! MPPHHH!! MMHHPPHMPPHH!!” she mumbled, shaking her head, her words garbled as if she were gagged. I resisted the urge to laugh, amazed that my hypnotic suggestions had played out just as I’d hoped. Now, I only needed to test one final thing. Adopting a stoic, hopefully menacing look, I moved, approaching the bed. Velma’s eyes swiveled to me, widening in shock, visibly wincing and drawing back against the bed as I neared her. Good… complete lack of recognition. I’d completely blocked her memory of me.

“Good evening,” I said softly, sitting down on the bed next to her. “There’s no need to be alarmed. No need to be afraid. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Velma huffed, shaking her head, letting out a stream of muffled gibbering that I could only assume was her cursing a blue streak and demanding that I let her go. I merely chuckled. “Now, now, you should calm down, my dear,” I said gently, reaching out to caress her face. “There’s no need to be rude. I did promise you that I wouldn’t hurt you after all.” I ran my fingers through her long chestnut hair. “I’ve come here for only one reason. You have something I want… and once I get it from you, I’ll release you from your bonds and take my leave. Now, that’s fair, don’t you think?”

Grumbling, she shook her head, still struggling with her restraints. I frankly found that a bit interesting. I wondered idly if her subconscious recognized that the stranger holding her captive was really me and that she was in no real danger, or if this was her natural reaction to being in such a situation—to be resistant and combative to a stranger even if it meant she might be putting herself in danger. I’d definitely have to ask her about that later when this was all over.

For now, however, I had a part to play. As she stared at me with disdain, I made a show of unbuckling my belt, pulling down my pants, and then removing my underwear. A look of horror crossed her face as she realized what was about to happen… only to then be replaced with a look of stunned surprise as my manhood came into view. Her eyes locked onto it nearly as powerfully as they had to the hypnotic crystal earlier, staring intently as it waved and bobbed with my movements. My own little twist to the rape fantasy that she’d suggested—I’d added in the suggestion that my cock had a magical attraction, that the longer she stared at it, the more it would consume her thoughts, making her incredibly horny, and want to feel it, taste it, touch it, and more than anything, be fucked with it. As I took my time preparing, it certainly seemed to be working, as the telltale scent of her arousal began to permeate the air, and her thighs began to slide and rub against each other with the limited amount of give the ‘bindings’ holding her legs in place allowed.

A soft moan issued forth, and I glanced over at her sharply. I sighed inwardly; apparently, the mental command that she was gagged and unable to speak clearly didn’t when it came to moans and sighs. Filing that away for the moment, I climbed up onto the bed, slowly moving my way in between her legs, staring down at her smugly. “So, I guess you’ve realized what it is I want from you,” I said, reaching down to her chin, and tapping it lightly three times. She blinked and then licked her lips, the trigger signaling in her mind that her gag had been removed. “And from the look of you, I think perhaps YOU want it just as much.”

“Like hell I do,” Velma spat, glaring back at me, though the anger from before had dimmed considerably. Her thighs were slick, and her nipples were hard. Contrary to her words, she was actually wanting this to happen very much. “Let me go right now,” she threatened, pulling at her imaginary bonds once more, “and I won’t call the police.” I laughed aloud at her empty threat. Even if this wasn’t just a bit of roleplay, there’s no way a real criminal rapist would agree to such a ridiculous threat.

“Ah, I see,” I stated, rubbing my chin as if thinking deeply. “You’re playing hard to get. Fine. Two can play that way,” I stated, shifting position slightly. Velma’s eyes widened, nearly bulging, as she felt my cock rubbing idly against her pussy lips, slowly gliding back and forth, covering it in her juices. A loud groan escaped her lips, and she pulled at her bonds again, straining, her hips moving of their own accord, trying to press and force me up inside her. But I wasn’t having that. Chuckling again, I drew back slightly, taunting her, jacking myself before her eyes, which again focused intently on my manhood.

“Sorry, slut,” I taunted her. “You had your chance. I was going to be nice and give you a nice deep fucking, then be on my way. But you wanted to play hardball. So now… now, I’m going to make you BEG me to fuck you.” She blinked in shock.

“B-beg you? Are you fucking crazy?!?” she exclaimed, eyes still locked onto my cock. “There’s no way… no way I’ll do that! I… I don’t want you to… to… fuck me…” she said, shaking her head, her conviction wavering more and more by the second. “N-no… you just… just untie me right now. Let me go. Let me go, now!”

“Oh, no,” I told her, still grinning evilly. “You only get untied AFTER I get what I came for.” I continued to stroke myself, grunting softly, really getting into it, The fact that I had a sexy hot woman lying naked before me, completely brainwashed and under my control, definitely helped. I could tease her relentlessly… or simply decide I was done playing, and simply fuck her senseless if I chose. That fact alone had me rock hard and kept me at the ready. “Oh, you might want to hurry,” I added, grunting again, “if I go ahead and make myself cum, then it make be a while before I’m ready to go again… so when you finally change your mind and decide you DO want me to fuck you, you’ll have an even longer wait…”

Velma bit her lip hard then, groaning in frustration. The darling was wonderfully stubborn. Of course, I had more than a few tricks up my sleeve to stack the deck in my favor. Reaching out with my free hand, I touched her ankle idly and spoke clearly and concisely. “Buzz,” I said simply, grinning as Velma suddenly stiffened. Her entire body shuddered, and her hands clenched tightly, her toes curling. That hypnotic trigger had given her the imagined sensation of a bullet vibrator deep inside her pussy, pressed up against her G-spot, buzzing away, low enough in intensity to make her arousal skyrocket without pushing her over the edge.

Yeah, I know. I’m an evil little shit.

To her credit, she lasted for another five minutes before the need to cum overwhelmed her. “Okay!” she cried out, nearly startling me, causing me to glance back in her direction. “Okay… you win… you can fuck me… do it… fuck me!”

To her chagrin, I merely stared at her idly. “Excuse me,” I said blandly. “But I believe I said I wanted you to BEG me. That wasn’t begging. That was flat-out demanding.” She groaned again, gritting her teeth. “Tell you what, you don’t seem to have made up your mind yer,” I added, sliding off the bed. “I think I’ll go to the bathroom for a bit and compose myself, and allow you to think it over—”

“NO!! No, okay! OKAY! You win!” she said quickly. “Please… please fuck me,” she said in a soft meek voice. “Please. Fuck my slutty little pussy. Fuck me deep and hard. Ram that thick hard meat stick of yours right up in my cunny and make me scream. Make me cry. Make me squeal like a goddamn pig, like a bitch in heat! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, for the love of god, fuck meeee pleeeaasssee!!”

Eyes wide, I merely nodded, returning back to her side. “Goddamn,” I muttered, returning back to the bed, moving in between her legs. “I guess you’ve finally made up your mind then.”

And so I proceeded to fuck her. Deep and hard, just as she’d begged me to. And it was… not bad. Not bad at all. Halfway through, I ‘released’ the bonds holding her ankles, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in deeper and holding me there as I fucked her dirty hot little pussy. And as promised, she screamed and cried and yelled bloody murder, begging for more, more, more, harder, deeper, all but demanding that I punish her naughty slutty pussy and utterly ruin it for any other man. You know, all the dirty filthy things any man wants to hear his lover yell out in the depths of her ion. I’m pretty sure Cindy and the others could hear every single word through the thin walls… but at that point, we were beyond caring. This was out last night together, I was bound and determined to make it fucking memorable…

And well… that is where the story ends.

As you might guess, a fantastic night was had by all. I fucked Velma to our mutual satisfaction, then released her from the hypnotic compulsions. She raved about it, about how it had felt so real to her, even though looking back it was obviously a scene, just roleplay, but in the moment, it had felt as if everything she’d heard and felt had been absolutely authentic. She lamented that I had, indeed, ruined her for all other lovers and that she would have to find a new lover proficient with hypnosis after I left.

The girls in the next room, inspired by Velma and I, decided to go out with a bang as well, with a very energetic and pleasurable three-way. Foregoing the hypnosis aspect, they had also chosen to indulge in a bit of roleplay, though when asked later, Cindy flat-out refused to tell me exactly what they’d chosen. Regardless, a great time was had by all.

The next day, we all departed and went our separate ways. Velma made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare, and I checked in, grabbed some snacks for the trip, made my way to the concourse, and by nine-thirty, I was seated in my window seat on the flight, taking off for blue skies and heading for home. At the first layover, I found a payphone and called my mom and dad to let them know when I would be arriving home, then called Velma and informed her that I was fine and en route back home. Of course, despite leaving early in the morning, I was traveling east, and between layovers and connecting flights, and the time changes in each time zone, it was around midnight when I finally arrived back at my destination in good ol’ South Carolina. More than a bit travel weary, and a bit hungry—the in-flight meal had been positively abysmal—I greeted my parents, hugged and kissed them, persuaded them to stop at a McDonald’s on the way home, then stumbled my way inside the house. I lasted long enough to eat, log on quickly to let Cindy and Velma know I’d made it back safely, then promptly went to bed and ed out.

As to the other characters of my story…

Brian of course made it back home after leaving Velma’s house, arriving back before anyone else. Apparently, his boss read him the riot act for missing so many days of work but had graciously decided to write it off, u all of his sick time to cover his time away. So far as I know, he is still at his job, living his own life as before. He was, frankly, just a bit character in the narrative, and I barely noticed him even when I interacted with him directly.

Velma and I, sadly, lost with each other. Not for want of trying, mind. It was merely a sign of the times. By this time, mIRC was becoming old hat, and there were other programs being developed that everyone was flocking to. The main one, Facebook, was where nearly all of my chat group had eventually migrated to. And, for the record, I HATE Facebook. I could hardly get used to it during its heyday when it was widespread and really popular. When it became less so, devolving into a forum for flame wars and trolling, I pretty much opted out completely. That, combined with my parents moving, and me losing a lot of my files, books, and personal effects in the move, meant I lost her phone number and address.

And so, Velma and I simply drifted apart. We were friends and remained friends, and I still think of her to this day, ing our time together with great fondness. She was my first… the woman who taught me the ropes, and likewise who I taught a few things as well. Nevertheless, we’d agreed before even meeting face-to-face that we would remain only casual friends, with no strong attachments. She wasn’t looking to settle down, and while I was actually very much desiring a girlfriend, we both knew that we just didn’t mesh that way. We were strictly ‘friends-with-benefits’ material.

And finally, for the throuple, Cindy, Mindy, and Connie. I’d be happy to tell you that they were still together, all living together, having ironed out their differences and cemented themselves into a mutually loving and solid relationship. Yes… I’d LOVE to tell you that. Alas… I cannot. In truth, their trio collapsed within a week of our trip.

Cindy, who I’d continued to keep in with, had called me on the phone one night without showing up online. I knew instantly that there had been trouble, her voice sad, and raspy from having cried herself out. At my bidding, she relayed what had happened, and why. It had turned out to be a perfect storm of problems that served to be the breaking point. Each of them had played a part in the breakup, and in the end, they’d simply decided it was best for all of them to just go their own separate ways.

For Cindy, it was her online life. Mindful of how Missy and Connie felt, she had indeed lessened her time online. I’d noticed, personally, and while I missed seeing her around as often, I had understood the need to better connect with her friends in real life over her online friends. Unfortunately, it proved to be too little and too late. When she’d logged in the day before, Connie had called her out about going online ‘again’ to waste all her time on the internet, and Cindy had snapped. They’d argued, and Connie had left hurt and upset.

For Missy, it was apparently her eye-opening experience having sex with me during the trip. She realized that she was, indeed, fully bi-sexual, and wanted to explore that side of herself a bit more. For her, the genie had been let out of the bottle, and there was no putting it back. She’d talked about it with Cindy and Connie, and while Cindy didn’t want to include men in their sexual roster, she was at least open to Missy ‘experimenting’ a bit more. Just as long as she was upfront and direct about it, and not going behind their backs, she was… not exactly okay with it, but at least tolerant.

Connie, however, was flat out against it. She did not like men at all. And Missy wanting to be with them, asking to ‘indulge and experiment’ was a flat-out betrayal in her eyes. She called her out as cheating, saying that she had chosen to be with them, to share with each other, and while she wouldn’t have minded sharing her with another WOMAN she refused to do so with a man. She vetoed the idea completely, and Missy ran off in a huff.

And as for Connie herself… her great sin was the most telling. With Cindy and Missy both showing signs of pulling away from her, she’d snapped and reverted back to her own ways. Refusing to lose what she’d worked so hard to form with them as a group, she’d managed to corner Missy and take her unaware, hypnotizing her, and putting her in a deep trance, preparing to brainwash her into submissive obedience. Fortunately for Missy, and unfortunately for Connie, Cindy returned home just in time to catch her in the act. She had, of course, freaked out, waking Missy and telling her what Connie had been attempting to do. Arguing and shouting ensued, with some throwing and breaking of dishes and furniture. And in the end, it proved to be the breaking point. Connie had broken their trust, again, and between that and her intolerant controlling personality, they had simply had enough.

As I listened to Cindy relating her woes, I couldn’t help but share in her pain. I felt deeply and personally responsible and told her so. If I hadn’t invited her to visit me… if we hadn’t invited Missy and Connie to us… if I hadn’t agreed to the whole ‘experimenting and exploring’ idea, then they would still be a throuple. I apologized to her, deeply ashamed… but Cindy had apologized to me instead, saying that it wasn’t my fault at all.

“You are not to blame for our problems, Jax,” she’d said, her tone weary and hurt. “Think about it. Everything that happened on that trip to Velma’s house was just an extension of the problems we already had. Missy was a bit flirt. I think she loved us, yes… but she wasn’t really devoted to us. She was obviously still looking for something… still trying to find the right partner. And trying to find herself.” She’d sighed heavily. “And Connie… well, you know her problem. She was always a control freak. Granted, you helped explain WHY when you woke us from her hypnotic spell that day… but the underlying reason was still there.” She’d groaned softly then. “Damn… I can only imagine what might have happened if we HADN’T gone to visit you… if we hadn’t seen Connie for who and what she really is. I’m pretty sure she would have gone through with it… hypnotizing me and Missy and turning us into her obedient submissive well-behaved little slaves, the perfect girlfriends who always agree with her and never argue.”

That had proved to be a sobering thought. And thinking on it that way… yes, I could certainly imagine Connie doing exactly that. So… maybe they’d all actually dodged a bullet.

“Still, I do feel bad for you, Cindy,” I told her regretfully. “Regardless of how or why, you still got your heart broken. And yeah... I know what that’s like,” I muttered softly, thinking about my own past.

Cindy noticed my tone apparently and offered up her own words of comfort. Which actually set us both laughing at our attempts to comfort and make each other feel better. “You know,” I said casually, “it’s too damn bad you’re not hetero. We have good chemistry together. And I bet you’d make a great girlfriend.”

She chuckled at that. “Yeah. I was just thinking the same thing. Hell, Jax, if you had boobs and a pussy, you’d be perfect.” She sighed wistfully. “Not that I’m complaining about the experience back at Velma’s. You were dynamite as a lover—heck, if you’d been MY first, I might not have changed teams. But yeah… as nice as that was, I’m not ready to change my ‘seafood diet’ for an ‘all-beef diet’.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

“I’m talking about cock,” she clarified with a chuckle. “Geez, Darkmeat, pick up the context clues, willya?”

“Hey! It’s not as if carry an urban dictionary around with me or anything, yanno,” I grumbled, before chuckling as well. “But… I’ll take the L on this one. If nothing else, I managed to make you laugh. And you seem to be feeling a bit better now than when you first called.”

“Huh. Yeah. You know, I actually do,” she itted. “Well… I guess I’d better let you go. Thanks for listening to me vent. And… thanks for the offer as well.” She sighed softly as if considering. “You know what Jax? We should make a promise. If neither of us finds a lover, a perfect mate that we want to spend the rest of our lives within five years, we should just hook up. You and me, living together. What do you think about that?”

I blinked, caught a bit off guard by the sudden suggestion, but the more I considered it, the more I liked it. “Deal,” I said after a second. “Five years. I actually kind of like those odds. I don’t really have a lot going on right now. I live with my parents, I work at an industrial dye plant, and I spend my off time online chatting with nerds like YOU.” I grinned. “It’s a pretty sure bet my prospects range between slim and none. But I’m willing to wait while you go searching for Ms. Right. Oh, and if you find her, see if she has a sister!” I added before ending the call.

As for Cindy’s offer… did she and I hook up? Did she find Ms. Right and settle down and have a rich and rewarding life together? And better yet, did she have a cute sexy sister? All very good questions. However… the answers to those and other such concerns… are an entirely different story. One best told at another time. This one, however, has come to a close. And so I can only state that for now, this is…