The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The pulsing panther beneath my belt had an opinion about the situation I was in. It wanted me to fuck Rosita’s monster tits tonight or even right now, but my head-brain knew better. For this one night, learning would be placed above getting off, which I could bear by setting up an additional meet-up the following evening. There, I could assess the effectiveness of all that went into Rosita tonight, like a scientist checking a petri dish for specific changes. And then, time to fuck the woman’s incredible boobs.

It wasn’t lost on me that every other therapist in the world would look at what I was about to do as the very definition of professional corruption. I mostly agreed with that, but I was also convinced that I could learn what I needed to learn while doing nothing worse than giving the woman a great deal of pleasure. In fact, what I had in mind might actually be a help in preventing her from reaching out to Bernardo or the next slimeball who frequented the club where she danced.

Rosita surprised me, by almost immediately asking to be placed in the immersion state again. There was a twinkle in her eye, where I thought she might be imagining the view I would have of her body when she lay upon her back. She displayed some professional moves when removing her heels, tracing her hands up her legs as though needing to remind herself how finely made and silky smooth they were.

My dick semi-behaved in the transition to the couch, softening just enough that I didn’t look ridiculously horny while rolling a chair close by her side. She stretched out on the long leather sofa, ankles crossed with the top section of her dress barely able to stop her huge breasts from spilling out the sides. It was the slight containment created by her arms, hands crossed at her lap, that kept her tits in place, and even then I could see the slightest arc of an areola peeking out her right side. With just that little hint it was confirmed that she had broad and finely edged areolae, which was an additional turn-on. As if I needed any more.

“Give me a minute to collect myself,” I said, being partly honest.

I might have been asking for enough space for divine intervention to brighten my office, saving me from doing the most unethical deed in my life. I’d already gone deep into shadowy territory with this woman, this client, but to continue by blowing hypnotic oxygen onto embers that I’d already caused to smolder inside her…

My better angels were on dinner break or maybe tuning their harps, and my cock pulsed harder with every heartbeat or uttered word.

It was super-easy to get Rosita into the special state. Once there, I paused a few moments to study the fullness of her lips, the tautness of her waist and the sheer volume of her breasts. I decided to stand at the couch’s left end and lean forward, placing my head just above hers, which gave me an exquisite nose-down view of her body. It almost felt unfair, that she got to look down at those whopping fun-bags anytime she wanted. Keeping silent with my cock pulsing, I returned to my chair, then got right to the point.

“Rosita, did you masturbate last night?”

“Yes.”

“Fantasizing about Michael?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“What was it like when you masturbated?”

“Incredible. Like I had a powerful sex engine inside.”

Almost my exact words, lived and then fed back to me as her truth. God forgive me, I was so hard.

“You’ve gone too many weeks, Rosita, with no one to fulfill your needs. Masturbation helps, but a deep sense of ongoing desire inhabits your soul. Deep sexual desire, so deep.”

She remained silent, but her eyebrows moved a little bit.

“There is a sexual center deep inside your body,” I said, once again repeating the language I’d used with Lucinda. “It is a place behind and within the sexual organs, a limitless reservoir of sexual energy that you just described as an engine of great power. Go deep inside to that place, Rosita. This energy is real; it is like a compressed galaxy of erotic potential inside your body, and what it creates is super-intense sexual energy and neediness. This is exactly where your masturbation fantasies about Michael are born. These fantasies about sex with Michael are so much stronger than any fantasies you’ve ever had before, because they are fed by this almost limitless energy at your very core.

You can feel this, sense this; the energy is palpable. Desires bubble up that are magnitudes more powerful than you ever thought could be true. You pulse with these desires, reaching a state of being so incredibly horny, only to find that you can become hornier still.”

Her lips visibly fluttered from my words, like she’d been strapped to a horniness rocket and was beginning to experience sexual G-forces. Holy shit, what I was doing to her, and could also do to Mira…

“Yes, feel the force of it, Rosita. Feel how desire can build, and build, and build.”

She didn’t say anything, but it was as if her physicality became even more physical, almost a puffing up. Her nipples had become straining bullets, looking like they might force their way right through the fabric of her outfit. A sound escaped her lips that might have been a gasp, or a breath filled with awe at just how much raw sexual vitality was coursing through her veins.

“Yes, you can feel it as though nothing but sex runs throughout your bloodstream, feeding every cell. It calls for release, for true physical expression. You know, deep down, that all of the sexual experiences you’ve had up until now, either masturbating or with a partner, have been feeble compared to what you can experience when in touch with the limitless desire at your sexual core. And you know, deep down, that with Michael’s cock is the key to freeing this energy and experiencing it through orgasm. Michael is a kind and intelligent man who is also a very sexual man, the man who’s cock your body demands to be connected with. You have discovered a profound truth, a life-altering truth, that it is with Michael that you can finally have orgasms that come from your sexual core, far transcending any pleasures that you have felt before.”

“Oh!” she whispered, like this realization was coming at her in waves. Her scent was strong, like a nearby bottle of concentrated pussy had tipped over, its contents spilled.

I breathed her in, inspired. “Even the climaxes from fantasizing about Michael, that felt so incredible… Even they are paltry, compared to what you can achieve when in actual with Michael’s cock.”

A drawn-out whispered “Sssss…” exhalation, like steam venting.

“You are such a beautiful woman, Rosita. A woman as beautiful as you deserves the attention of a deeply sexual man who is also a kind and intelligent man, doesn’t she?”

“Yes…”

“No more of these losers. No more with men who would drag you down to their level. You need sex with a kind and intelligent man. A good man, who can help you unleash the full sexual force that lies deep inside you. Michael is that man. He is a good man, and no other man on this earth could help you more, in of tapping into the energies that can pour out of your sexual core.”

“Oh…”

“Yes, and Michael loves your body. You are already aware that he is extremely attracted to you, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re used to having men lust for your body, but it gives you a special kind of thrill when you see how Michael loves the way you look. Michael is fascinated by the size of your breasts. He can’t stop wondering how sensitive your nipples are. Are they very sensitive, Rosita?”

“Very.”

“Listen closely. From now on, whenever you walk through the doorway into Michael’s private office, your nipples will respond by tingling almost violently, like the cells inside them understand they have to have Michael. It shocks you how your nipples know how badly they want Michael, but it does not frighten you. It’s another sign, a clear message from your own body that you and Michael must experience sex together. There can be no doubt when your body is practically screaming at you to seduce Michael and overwhelm his cock with concentrated sexual force.”

“Unhh…”

“It feels so good when a kind and intelligent man like Michael stares at your breasts, revealing his desire for them. It makes perfect sense, that any time you enter Michael’s office, your nipples harden so suddenly, excitement flooding your system. You know that if Michael weren’t your therapist, he would make love to you in an instant.

Michael gets hard when you dress sexy for him. He may try to hide it, but you know the effect you have on Michael’s cock. Seeing how Michael wants you strengthens your resolve, that you must have real physical sex with him. And you will, Rosita, won’t you?”

“Oh yes…”

“You need to give Michael a lap-dance, right here in this office. You can’t actually fuck Michael on his office couch—he could never cross that line with a client, and you know that. But teasing him, touching him in other ways, doing what you want to do with his cock between your huge breasts, making love to him where he doesn’t actually penetrate you…”

A barely there, “Mmmn…” escaped her lips.

“Michael’s hard penis belongs between your tits, Rosita. It’s as though your breasts and Michael’s cock are a matching set, made for each other. You want to sit on his lap and feel his hardness, his hot and hard desire for you. You want him in your hands, and especially between your breasts. You need it. You need it. It’s the only way for you to feel the full power of your sexual core. Michael is the perfect lover for opening you to this all-important evolution of your sexual capacities.”

She didn’t move, Her eyes were still closed but it looked like she was beaming in there.

“But Michael is your therapist. He will, by necessity, resist giving you what you need.”

An immediate tightening at the corners of her mouth.

“He will feel that he has to, because you are his client. It’s tragic, but Michael will feel he must resist having sex with you. He’s in a catch-22 situation, wanting your touch so badly while not being allowed to, and not wanting to do anything that will cause you any discomfort. It’s an impossible situation for him. But you will not take no for an answer. There has to be a way. You will make him come with his cock between your breasts, won’t you?”

“Yes, yes…”

“And seeing him come will unleash the full force of your sexual core, Rosita. The warmth of his cum, the feel and smell and the taste of it… Especially the taste of it, Rosita. You will touch yourself as you are giving Michael a tit-job, feeling again and again that you are so close to an orgasm for the ages, but it will be the taste of Michael’s cum that finally delivers you. Seeing Michael come and tasting his cum—that is the magic key that unleashes the power of your sexual core, giving you climaxes that make all the others in your life feel paltry, even laughable.”

“Ohh…” she responded, the breath drawn out.

“But not tonight, Rosita.”

“Uh…”

“You will propose one more late evening session just like this one, with the intention of seducing Michael. Demand another after-hours session, as soon as possible. Tomorrow. It has to be tomorrow, because you know how good it will be for both of you. You must have another session like this one, in which you will gather your resolve and seduce Michael. Where you will tit-fuck Michael, right here on this couch. It must happen, tomorrow.”

This was not easy on me at all, making us wait when the woman’s nipples were standing tall and it smelled like I had a cunt-scented candle burning in the room. I was in a similar state; all I had said had given me an erection that felt like it could compete with diamonds for hardness. I could feel my dick creating a wet spot inside my pants, the sight and smell of helpless Rosita and her titanic knockers just inflaming me.

It was so fucking tempting to immediately aim her at my cock and end this night in mutual explosions. I had laid it on so thick, and I knew I could have her immediately. But putting it all on a one day time-delay was the right move, because of Mira. Whenever I managed to hypnotize her, separating the hypnotic session from the timing of actual sex would have to be built-in, to keep her from suspecting the link. Grace and Lucinda had presumably gone at one another just minutes after that earlier immersion session; now, I needed proof that what was in Rosita could simmer inside her, the full boiling over taking place at a later point in time.

I also needed to see the effectiveness of the tiggers I’d placed inside her. Having her nipples respond so forcefully when she entered this room—did I really have the power to make that happen? I believed I did, but I needed to see it play out. And the other trigger, orchestrating core-fueled orgasms in her, from seeing me come and tasting my semen—if that worked, what else would I be able to do, to shape?

I breathed in deeply. It smelled like we were having sex already, yet it was molecules of discipline that I tried to draw into my lungs. I had to end this the right way tonight, and that included getting Rosita to believe it made sense that her pussy would be sopping wet when she came out of the immersion state. If all went as planned, I’d eventually have Mira in a similarly excited state at the end of hypnosis, so it was important to get this right.

“Rosita, you and Micheal will not have sex tonight, although the wish for it eats at you and won’t let go. When you come out of the hypnotic state tonight and you see and smell how deeply erotic this immersion session has been for you, you may experience a few seconds of surprise, but absolutely no embarrassment or alarm. It will make perfect sense to you, that you would feel an immense amount of sexual excitement from being hypnotized by a man you have fantasized about when masturbating. Particles of your lust have touched Michael’s lungs and might even be in his bloodstream; this is your body cleverly marking him, like painting a target on his cock.

You can be certain that Michael got hard tonight from smelling your lust, and that thought absolutely thrills you. Getting Michael hard is part of your life’s mission now, because he is going to be your lover, no matter what. You have set your sights on Michael’s hard cock, and tomorrow night you are going to get it.”

I could easily leave it there, but I wanted there to be more indicators of just how well I could shape her needs and behaviors.

“Rosita, when you work at the club tonight, your lust for Michael will find its way into your pole dances and lap-dances, because you will feel so incredibly sexual, and supremely beautiful. Later, at home, you will masturbate over fresh fantasies of seducing Michael in his office, and you will come strongly from these fantasies. Waiting one extra night lets the energy build even further, assuring you that when you do finally seduce Michael, you will have set the stage for the most intense orgasms of your life. You will have them, in this office, tomorrow. You will be in this office tomorrow night and you will seduce Michael, tit-fucking him to orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” Rosita’s hips had begun to rotate the littlest bit, like I’d implanted a suggestion to gently polish the leather of the couch with her rear.

And, because this would be critically important when hypnotizing Mira: “One more thing, Rosita, a very important thing. When you see Michael’s cock for the first time, it will be like love at first sight. The size alone will make you crave it, but it’s so much more than that. You will feel that it’s exactly what you’ve been waiting for your entire life, the perfect cock for you. If it were any larger it would be too large. Simultaneously, it would be too small if any smaller. In all ways, in every detail, Michael’s cock will feel like the perfect cock for you. It is the perfect cock for you.”

Assuming this worked, I could do the same with Mira. She had said she had a bit of an instinctual fear of “men’s things”, and there would be no worries about any of that.

I sat quietly in my chair for a few seconds, then returned to pay dirt. “You will finger yourself tomorrow night while tit-fucking Michael’s cock, Rosita, hoping that you’ll both come together. And you need to taste his cum, and when you do… That is when all the lust for Michael coalesces and explodes within your body, fueled by your incredibly powerful sexual core. The taste of Michael’s cum… It makes you come insanely hard. It makes you come like you never believed you could.”

That was probably firmly established already and hadn’t needed to be said, but it pleased me the way she looked and smelled half ready to pop right then and there. I’d done more than enough, and lightyears too much by any reasonable standards.

One last thing before I brought her back to consciousness. “Rosita, Michael will be sitting behind his desk when you are awake again. You will know that this is because he has a massive hard-on for you, that he feels he needs to hide. Though you won’t be able to see that, you know it’s true. You will feel so beautiful and so sexy, knowing that Michael, such a good and generous and professional man, cannot help aching for you. Your beauty is powerful. The sheer size of your breasts is like a potent elixir that controls Michael’s cock. You will feel so confident and so sublimely sexy when you demand another late night appointment. You know that Michael will ultimately have to say yes, because he cannot hope to say no to a woman as beautiful and sensual as you are.”

After that I brought Rosita out of the hypnotic state with exaggerated gentleness, and retreated to my desk, shielding my erection from view. I didn’t look, but I was pretty sure my pants were visibly spotted with pre-cum.

Rosita awakened, and eventually found me with her eyes. Her hair had gone a little fluffy and I would swear her breasts were creating even more cleavage than half an hour before. She took deep breaths and I might have seen a sly grin widening her mouth, just as she turned her head towards the back of the room. She knew there was a small restroom back there and she said something about needing to use it.

She had her heels dangling from one hand as she made the few steps. I stared at her ass the entire time; there was a wiggle to it that might be new, like subconsciously knowing about the power of her sexual core changed the way she walked.

When she closed the door I could just imagine her in there, peeing and plotting. Perhaps she would wash some of her scent away, marveling at how much her pussy already wanted me. Perhaps she would touch herself, picturing me being hard for her.

When she finally came out the heels were on her feet, and she marched straight to my desk with the demeanor of someone who’d made a firm decision. With her arms crossed beneath her massive tits, she asked for an extra session as soon as possible.

I made myself frown, like it wouldn’t be easy. “Anything less than a week and a half would have to be late again. I could schedule you for a week from now, same time as—”

She placed her hands on my desk and leaned forward, her cleavage display turned aggressive. “No, sooner. What about tomorrow?”

I stared at her tits without shame, my cock feeling like if I tensed it, it could upend the whole damned desk. “I suppose we could meet at the end of the day again, but this is highly unusual. I never see a client more than twice in a week, and we can’t—”

“But you’ll make an exception just one more time? Pretty please?” These last words delivered with an even more pronounced forward lean of her body, her cleavage that much closer. Holy fuck this woman’s tits were huge.

I stared, which I knew heated her up. I also pinched my lips, like I was trying to decide.

“Michael? I think something profound is happening from the hypnosis. Like a new me is emerging, or… It’s even physical. You must have noticed how I…”

Oh yes, I had noticed. At that very moment the scent of aroused pussy was so strong that I could taste it.

I gulped, and wasn’t faking it. The conflict she saw was real, because I was fighting the urge to attack the woman’s tits right now.

“Look,” she said, leaning back. “I’m going to cancel work tomorrow night to be here; that’s how strongly I feel that I need more of this. It’s like… Just one additional session, please? I just need this.”

I just need this. Yes she did, and the beauty of it lay in her feeling like this need came from an authentic source, nothing foreign or imposed.

“It’s highly unusual,” I replied, my eyes lighting upon her cleavage again.

I pushed my chair back as if I was thinking of standing, but then stopped myself and wheeled forward as I’d been. I didn’t know if I’d given her a glimpse of my excited state or not, but her eyes were smoky and she was very gently shaking her head side.

“Oh Michael,” she whispered, and something in the sound had me believing it really could be the sexual core of the woman that had uttered my name.

“Okay, Rosita,” I said. “It’s impossible to say no to someone so… So yes, I’ll fit you in tomorrow. Same arrangement, same time?”

She nodded and shuffled towards the door as if in a daze. Damn, what a shapely body.

“Better make it eight!” I called, thinking of the rhythms of the ing office on the other side of my left wall. The building’s walls were decently soundproofed, but there was no telling what volume Rosita’s endowed lungs might reach.

“Eight, okay,” she said, donning her concealing raincoat. Turning to look at me, she took a couple of steps forward and I wondered if she was about to back through the threshold into the inner office again. She stopped before ing from that room back into this one—shucks, I could have seen whether that trigger worked, about her nipples going crazy whenever she entered this room.

“This might sound like a funny question, but you’d never come to the club to watch me dance, would you?”

“Probably not. It’s not my scene.”

“You should see me in the outfits I barely wear. I look, you know, really good.”

“I have no doubt,” I said, noting how even in the raincoat it was obvious that this woman had wonderful tits.

She was silent for a couple of seconds. Then, “Oh well,” she said, going to the outer door and turning the lock. She met my eyes and followed with, “Eight o’clock tomorrow, right here. Thank you and… You won’t be sorry. Believe me.”

That was where we left it that night. I quickly made my way to the outer office and I could hear her heels on the pavement outside. Going to the door I caught a final glimpse of Rosita beeping her car unlocked, and I chuckled at the long raincoat on a warm and perfectly clear night.

There were storm clouds, but they were roiling inside the woman.

Ready to drench her from within.