The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I woke up, realizing I was late for work, but I didn’t care. I took my time getting ready.

The events of last night had left me feeling drained but exhilarated. I couldn’t the last time I’d had such an intense experience. I slipped on my garter belt, red G-string, black stockings, my red leather miniskirt, black tube top and five inch heels I bought yesterday. Did my makeup, it would have made any prostitute proud, and went to work.

The office was already buzzing with activity, but no one seemed to notice my tardiness. I slipped into my chair, the leather of my skirt creaking softly, and booted up the PC. As the screen appeared, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. I knew what was coming, but I looking forward to it.

“Morning, Sara,” Thomas said, his usual smile in place. But his eyes lingered a little too long on my new attire, and I felt a twinge of unease.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice soft but confident. I logged into the computer, and the usual training module popped up.

I took a deep drag of my vape, and started the module. And as usual I came back to myself at 7pm.

Alone in the office and the urge to get new clothes. I looked down at myself, my short skirt, and top barely covering my breasts, and my high heels. I liked what I saw, but something didn’t feel right. I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t just clothes.

I grabbed my purse and headed out of the office. The streets were bustling with the usual evening crowd, but I barely noticed them. I had a mission, and I wasn’t going to let anything distract me. I hailed a cab, and as I slid into the back seat, I knew exactly where I was going. I headed back to Scarlet. The boutique that had introduced me to this new world of fashion, of self-expression, and of confidence. The cab pulled up outside the shop, and I stepped out, the click of my heels echoing through the city streets. The saleswoman from yesterday greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes widening as she took in my outfit.

“Sara, right?” she asked, her voice a purr. “You’re back for another look?”

I smiled back, feeling a sense of pride at her reaction. “Yes, I liked what you suggested last time, so I want to go all in this time.”

She nodded, her eyes scanning my outfit approvingly.

“I know exactly what you need.” She said. She grabbed a skin tight purple micro-dress, that barely covered my ass, a purple thong, and six inch purple plateau-heels. “Let’s try this on,” she said, holding up the dress.

I nodded, eager to see how it looked. I slipped off my current clothes and put on the purple dress. The material was tight and clung to every curve of my body. The dress was so short it barely covered my ass, and the neckline was low, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. I slipped on the thong and heels and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked sexy, confident, and daring.

“You look incredible,” the saleswoman said, her eyes wide with approval.

“This outfit is perfect for you. It highlights all your best features and accentuates your curves.

I grinned, feeling a rush of confidence and excitement. “I like it,” I said. “I’ll take it.”

The saleswoman nodded, her smile never fading.

I didn’t bother taking off the clothes, feeling too good in them.

Leaving the store I stopped at the beauty salon a block away.

I knew exactly what I needed—a makeover that would match my new wardrobe and the new me. The salon was a small, cozy place with soft jazz music playing in the background. The receptionist greeted me with a friendly smile.

“Welcome how may I help you?” she said.

“I need makeup that fits my outfit, that screams I’m available and ready for a good time,” I said with a wicked smile.

She nodded, her eyes widening with understanding. “You’re in luck, we have a talented makeup artist who specializes in glam and dramatic looks. Let me see if she’s available.”

She picked up the phone and whispered something to the person on the other end. “Great, she’ll be right with you.”

A few moments later, a tall, striking woman with fiery red hair and tattoos covering her arms emerged from the back. She was wearing a black leather jacket, tight jeans, and combat boots, her eyes framed by thick lashes and smoky eye makeup.

“Hey, babe, I hear you’re looking for a makeover?” she said, her voice a husky purr.

“Hi, I’m Luna,” she added, extending a hand with long, painted nails.

I shook her hand, feeling a spark of excitement. “I’m Sara. Nice to meet you.”

Luna led me to her station, and I sat down in the chair, my heart pounding with anticipation. “So, what are we going for today?” she asked, her eyes scanning my outfit approvingly.

“Something... dramatic. Sexy. I want to look like I just stepped off a runway, or out of a boudoir.”

Luna grinned, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “I love it. Let’s give you a look that’ll make heads turn and hearts race. I’m thinking smoky eyes, winged liner, long lashes, contoured cheeks, and a matte lipstick in a bold shade of red.”

I nodded eagerly, my excitement growing. “That sounds perfect.”

Luna got to work, her careful, practiced hands applying foundation, concealer, and powder to my face.

She contoured my cheekbones and highlighted my Cupid’s bow, using a light touch that made it seem almost effortless.

“You have great bone structure, Sara,” she commented, her eyes scanning my face. “It’s going to be easy to make you look stunning.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. “Thank you,” I said softly.

She next moved on to my eyes, applying a base coat of shadow in a shimmery gold hue. Then, she added a darker shade of brown, blending it in expertly to create a smoky effect.

She finished off the look with a winged liner that made my eyes look even more dramatic and a generous coat of mascara. My lashes looked full and long, like a doll’s.

“Wow,” I breathed, looking at myself in the mirror. I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me. My eyes were smoldering, my cheeks sculpted to perfection, and my lips were pouty and full, thanks to a clever application of lip liner and a matte red lipstick.

“You like it?” Luna asked, stepping back to ire her work.

I nodded, running my fingers along the contours of my cheekbones.

“I love it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... wow, I feel like a whole new person.”

Luna smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That’s the goal, sweetie. To make you feel like the most gorgeous, confident version of yourself.”

I stood up from the chair, looking at myself from all angles in the mirror. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, the heels making my legs look impossibly long. The makeup was dramatic and sexy, accentuating my features and giving me an air of mystery and allure. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through my veins.

This new look, this new persona, it was a far cry from the Sara I used to be. The Sara who wore pant suits and ballet flats, who was content with her low-maintenance makeup routine. This Sara was bold, confident, and unafraid to turn heads.

As I exited the beauty salon, the cool night air hit my face, sending a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath, the scent of my new perfume—a sultry, exotic blend that Luna had insisted on—filling my senses. I felt like a different woman, and I loved it.

I walked home, dropped off the bags and decided I needed a night out . I knew exactly where I wanted to go—the hottest new club in town, “Pulse”. It was where all the beautiful people went to see and be seen. I’d heard whispers about it at work, but never had the nerve to go alone. Tonight, though, I felt invincible.

I ordered an Uber, and as I slid into the back seat, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. The reflection that stared back at me was a stranger—a confident, sexy stranger with perfect hair, makeup, and a killer outfit. I grinned, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

The club was packed when I arrived, the line around the block.

But I wasn’t worried, not with my new look and attitude. I strode confidently to the front, flashing my most dazzling smile at the bouncer.

“Name?” he grunted, not even glancing at the line of people waiting to get in.

“Sara,” I said, letting my name roll off my tongue. I could feel the sexual energy already beginning to pulse through the air.

He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my curves. “Nice to meet you, Sara. Right this way.”

I followed him inside, the music hitting me like a physical force.

The club was packed, bodies writhing on the dance floor, the air thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and the sweet, sultry scent of my new perfume. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me as I scanned the crowd, my eyes landing on a group of men huddled around the bar. They were dressed in expensive suits, their eyes predatory as they surveyed the room. I could feel their gazes settling on me, and I reveled in the attention.

I made my way to the bar, my heels clicking against the sticky floor. I ordered a vodka cranberry, my voice smooth and confident.

The bartender, a ruggedly handsome man with tattoos snaking up his arms, nodded and set to work. As he poured my drink, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, a slow smile spreading across his face. “New here?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I leaned in, my eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is it that obvious?”

He chuckled, handing me the drink. “No, it’s just... you stand out. In a good way.”

I took a sip, my lips brushing against the cool, damp rim of the glass. “Thank you,” I purred.

“That’s exactly what I was going for.” I turned back to the group of men at the bar, my eyes locking onto the dark-haired one with the piercing eyes. He was watching me intently, his expression a mix of curiosity and desire. I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. He was the one I wanted.

I took another sip of my drink, letting my eyes linger on him as I stretched up onto the balls of my feet, accentuating the curve of my back and the length of my legs. His gaze darkened, and he pushed off from the bar, making his way towards me.

“Mind if I you?” he asked, his voice low and rough, a hint of an accent I couldn’t quite place.

I smiled, a slow, sultry curl of my lips that matched the way his eyes were devouring me. “I was hoping you would,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, the heat from his body radiating onto mine. I couldn’t help but notice how perfect he looked in his tailored suit, the way the fabric clung to his broad shoulders and slim waist.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run his hand through it one too many times, and his eyes—they were a mesmerizing shade of green, flecked with gold.

“I’m Alex,” he said, extending his hand to me. I took it, my fingers brushing against his, and a spark of electricity shot through me.

“Sara,” I replied, my voice a little breathless.

He held onto my hand a moment longer than necessary, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. “It’s nice to meet you, Sara.”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I didn’t pull away.

Instead, I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on his. “You as well, Alex.”

Alex signaled the bartender, who quickly brought over another vodka cranberry. He handed it to me with a smile before turning his attention back to Alex. “Anything for you, sir?”

Alex shook his head. “I think we’re all set, thank you.” He turned back to me, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, Sara, what brings you to Pulse tonight?”

I took a sip of my drink, the alcohol warming my insides.

“I’m here to have a good time,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “And you?”

Alex leaned in, his breath tickling my ear as he spoke. “I’m here to make sure you do.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, his voice sending goosebumps across my skin. I turned to face him, our faces inches apart. “Is that so?” I murmured, my eyes searching his.

He nodded, his gaze intense. “Yes, it is.”

We stood there for a moment, the air between us thick with tension.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I wanted nothing more than to be closer to him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his hand reached up, his fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a slow, sexy curve of his lips that made my heart race.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, taking his hand as he led me to the crowded dance floor. The music was loud and pulsating, the beat resonating through my body as we moved to the rhythm. Alex pulled me close, his hands resting on my hips as we swayed together. I could feel his body heat, his muscular frame pressing against mine, and I reveled in the sensation.

He spun me around, his hands sliding up my back to rest on my shoulders. He looked down into my eyes, his gaze intense and smoldering.

I felt a surge of heat between my legs, and I knew that he felt it too. The music was fast, the crowd was loud, but it felt like it was just the two of us, lost in our own world.

His hands slid down my back, his fingers playing with the zipper of my skirt. I gasped as he tugged it down, the cool air hitting my bare skin. I looked around quickly, but no one seemed to notice. The music was too loud, and the crowd was too desperate to get lost in their own pleasure.

I turned back to him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re naughty,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the music.

He grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “You have no idea,” he murmured, his hands moving to cup my ass, pulling me even closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly, and I gasped at the sensation.

“I’m feeling naughty too,” I itted, my voice low and sultry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the .

Our tongues met, and we began to explore each other’s mouths, our kiss deep and ionate. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples through the thin material of my dress. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a surge of heat between my legs.

Our bodies pressed together, our hips grinding against each other as we made out on the dance floor. I could feel his cock, hard and urgent, pressing against my belly. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Alex murmured against my lips, his voice ragged with desire. “I need to touch you, Sara.

I need to feel you,” Alex growled in my ear, his voice thick with lust. I could feel his fingers tracing the edge of my skimpy thong, teasing me, making me ache for more.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, my voice already ragged with desire. I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to fuck me. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.

Alex’s fingers slipped inside the waistband of my thong, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he stroked the sensitive skin of my hips and ass.

His other hand continued to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing against my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in my ear, his voice hoarse with desire. I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“No, I’m too hot, I need it here and now.” I said, my voice a breathless moan as I ground my hips into his.

Alex looked around, his eyes scanning the dance floor before settling on a dark, secluded corner. He grabbed my hand and led me through the writhing mass of bodies, my heart pounding with anticipation.

We slipped into the shadows, the music thumping around us like a wild heartbeat. Alex turned to face me, his eyes burning with desire. He reached out, his hands cupping my cheeks as he leaned in for a deep, ionate kiss.

His tongue explored my mouth, tasting, teasing, and I melted against him.

My hands roamed his body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I wanted more, I needed more.

His hands moved to the zipper of my dress, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. He tugged it down, the cool air hitting my skin, and I gasped. My breasts were heaving, my nipples hardening under his gaze.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples, making me moan. I arched my back, pushing myself further into his touch.

“Harder,” I whispered, my breath coming in short gasps.

He obliged, his grip tightening, his thumbs rolling my nipples between his fingers. I could feel the pressure building in my core, my pussy aching for release.

“Fuck, I need you inside me,” I moaned, my voice desperate.

Alex didn’t hesitate. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. He was thick and long, the head already glistening with precum. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.

I reached out, my hand wrapping around his thick shaft. It was hot and hard, the skin smooth and silky. I stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch in my hand.

Alex groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “Fuck, Sara, you’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice a low growl.

I smiled, a wicked curve of my lips that matched the heat in his eyes. “I want to taste you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his grip tightening on my hips. “Do it,” he said, his voice ragged with desire.

“Take me in your mouth, Sara.”

I dropped to my knees, my heart pounding with excitement. I looked up at him, our eyes locked as I leaned in and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He was big, thick, and already so hard. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting him, feeling him pulse in my mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Alex groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he thrust deeper into my mouth. I took him in, inch by inch, until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I relaxed, letting him in, and he let out a low, guttural moan.

I could feel his cock pulsing in my throat, his hands tightening in my hair. I bobbed my head, taking him in and out, my tongue swirling around him, my lips tightening around his shaft.

“Fucking hell, Sara,” Alex groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

I hummed around him, the vibrations making him twitch in my mouth. I could feel him getting harder, his cock swelling even more as I sucked him off. I wanted him to come in my mouth, to feel him release down my throat. I wanted to taste him.

I wanted to feel him come in my mouth. I wanted to make him lose control. I wanted him to fuck my face and fill me with his cum. I increased the pace, taking him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat with every thrust.

“Oh fuck, Sara,” Alex moaned, his voice ragged. “Your mouth is so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

I looked up at him, my eyes watering slightly as I took him deep once more. I wanted him to come. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to swallow every last drop.

I wanted to feel his cock throbbing in my mouth as he came. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

Alex’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving faster, his grip on my hair tightening. “Fuck, Sara, I’m going to come,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

I took him as deep as I could, my nose pressing against his stomach, my throat constricting around him. I could feel him swelling, could feel the pulse of his release.

“Fuck, yes,” Alex groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in my throat.

I felt the hot, salty taste of him as he filled my mouth, and I swallowed, eagerly taking every drop. He let out a long, shuddering breath, his body shaking with the force of his release.

I pulled back, my lips glistening with his cum, a sense of pride and satisfaction coursing through me. I’d never felt so powerful, so in control. Alex looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire and iration.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”

I stood up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my fingertip before sucking it clean.

“You taste good, Alex,” I purred, my voice husky with desire.

Alex reached out, his hands cupping my face as he pulled me into a deep, ionate kiss.

“I want more, Sara,” he murmured against my mouth. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation. “I want that too.”

He smiled, a wicked curve of his lips that sent shivers down my spine. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet,” Alex growled, his hands moving to my hips, lifting me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock press against my soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “I can feel it through your fucking dress.”

I moaned, grinding against him, feeling the friction of his cock against my clit through the thin fabric. “I want you inside me,” I whispered, my voice ragged with desire.

Alex spun us around, my back pressing against the cold, hard wall of the club.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, my hands gripping his shoulders for . He ground his cock against me, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

“I need you inside me, Alex,” I said, my voice a desperate plea. “I need to feel you fill me up.”

He growled in response, his eyes locked onto mine as he adjusted his grip on my hips. With a swift, sure motion, he pulled my thong aside and positioned his cock at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my folds, and I gasped at the sensation.

He was big, thick, and I was already so wet and ready for him. He pushed forward slowly, letting me adjust to his size as he filled me inch by inch.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice low and husky. “You feel amazing.”

I moaned in agreement, my head falling back against the wall as he slid deeper inside me. I could feel every inch of him, stretching and filling me completely.

“More,” I begged, my voice a desperate plea. “I need more of you.”

Alex obliged, his hips thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside me.

I let out a cry of pleasure, my fingers gripping his shoulders tighter. He was so deep, filling me completely, and it felt fucking amazing.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, my voice ragged with desire. “Give it to me, Alex. Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He began to move, his hips pulling back before slamming into me again, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the quiet corner. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, my pussy clenching around him, desperate for more.

He was fucking me hard, his cock pounding into me, hitting all the right spots, driving me wild.

“Fuck, Sara, you’re so goddamn tight,” Alex groaned, his voice low and guttural. “You feel fucking incredible.”

I let out a moan, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, yes, more,” I begged, my voice a breathless whisper. “Fuck me harder, Alex. I can take it.”

He obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into me with each thrust.

The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with our moans and gasps. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, like a coil ready to spring.

“You like that, don’t you?” Alex growled, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “You like it when I fuck you hard?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered, my breath coming in short gasps. Make me feel it.”

He threw his head back, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the rhythm. His cock was like a jackhammer, relentless in its pursuit of pleasure.

The friction was intense, every thrust sending bolts of electric pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my climax building like a storm, my body tensing in anticipation.

“You’re mine, Sara,” Alex growled, his grip on my hips tightening. “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m yours, Alex. All yours.”

His cock pounded into me, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing around us. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me completely. My pussy was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with sensation.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure inside me rising with every thrust. “Alex,” I moaned, my voice ragged with desire. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard for you.”

Alex’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto mine. “That’s right, Sara,” he growled. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I felt my body tense as the first waves of my orgasm crashed over me. “Oh fuck,” I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I’m coming, Alex.

Fuck, I’m coming!” My body convulsed around his cock, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure washed over me. My vision blurred, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the orgasm ripped through me.

Alex grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into me with a frenzied desperation. “Fuck, yes, Sara. Come all over my cock. Milk it like a fucking good girl.”

The filthy words sent another shockwave of pleasure through my body, prolonging my orgasm. My pussy was on fire, every nerve ending tingling and throbbing with sensation.

Alex was still inside me, his cock pulsing as he continued to thrust into me. The friction of his cock rubbing against my sensitive tissue sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

“Fuck, Sara, you feel incredible when you come,” Alex groaned, his voice ragged with desire. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, it’s milking my cock.”

His words sent a fresh surge of pleasure through me, and I felt my body respond, clenching around him even tighter. The sensation was overwhelming, my orgasm still rippling through me, my body still sensitive and raw.

I collapsed against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my legs shaking and unable to my weight. Alex pulled out of me, his cock still hard and glistening with our mingled juices. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire and iration.

“Fuck, Sara,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said with a soft smile.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not bad, huh?

I aim to please,” Alex said, his voice a low rumble. He extended a hand to help me up, and I took it, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I was still reeling from the intensity of our encounter, my body humming with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.

I leaned against the wall, taking a moment to catch my breath. Alex moved in closer, his eyes scanning my body, a satisfied smirk on his face. And he left.

Just like that. No goodbyes, no exchange of numbers, no promises to call. He just zipped up, adjusted his clothes, and walked away, leaving me there, my back against the wall, my dress hiked up, my legs still shaking.

I watched him go, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. I felt used, and yet, I also felt exhilarated, alive in a way I never had been before. I ran my fingers through my hair, my heart still pounding, my breath still ragged.

“Well, that was... incredible,” I murmured to myself, a small smile playing on my lips.

I dressed, cleaned my self up, and went back on the dance floor

to enjoy the music.

I danced alone, but I didn’t feel lonely. I felt empowered, confident, and sexy. I swayed my body to the rhythm of the music, letting the beat flow through me. I could feel eyes on me, watching my every move, but I didn’t care. I was in my own world, lost in the music and the high of the night.