The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When I followed her home, it turned out to be a college dorm. I was delighted. She was tall, about five foot ten or so, and very thin. Her body was sleek—like a model’s—and her face was classical, with high cheekbones framed by medium-length silky brown hair. But what really made my decision was the tiny gold cross around her neck.

That cross screamed to me that she was celibate, and probably a virgin, too. I couldn’t resist. A beautiful, celibate virgin—probably eighteen years old, uncertain about the rest of her life, and totally pure.

I’m pretty far from pure, myself. I’m thirty right now, and got my powers around the age of 28. Even before then, I’d lived a life pretty far from innocence, but in those past two years, I’d slowly drifted from normal sinfulness into wild debauchery as I tested the limits of what I could get away with using my powers of mind control. So far, I haven’t hit my limit.

There were two other people in the elevator when I entered. A guy and a girl, holding hands. The guy was pretty average-looking, and maybe a little homely. The girl had very pretty long hair, and a decent body, but wasn’t any real wonder. Not like my girl. Nonetheless, I toyed with the girl while we rode up the elevator. I concentrated on her, and perked up her hormones. She began standing closer to her boyfriend, her breasts lightly touching him, her motions both casual and frisky. She looked around to see if I had noticed, or if my target had. My target hadn’t, but I was watching her with a wry, knowing grin that must have unnerved her. At the same time, I intensified her horniness. The lust showed on her face quite visibly by the time the two of them got off the elevator. I imaginde the guy was in for a wild night.

“Visiting someone?” she said, with a friendly but guarded smile.

“Actually, I was hoping to use your phone.” I touched her mind for the first time then—she had no choice but to say yes.

“Um, okay, but I need to study, so try to be quick.”

“Thanks. I’m Tom. What’s your name?”

She smiled, a little more friendly since she’d already agreed to let me into her room. “Angela.”

“Angela, do you have a boyfriend?” I said, a little pushy. I love this part. I guess it’s the bully in me, but I love putting people into this kind of awkward situation and denying them any action which would let them get out of it. I let my eyes linger on her body to make it clear that I was making a pass at her. Of course, the view was great, too.

She was clearly uncomfortable at my question, and more so at my ogling, but she had no choice but to answer, “Yes.” She looked at me again, to gauge my reaction. I assume she was hoping that I’d back off now that I knew she had a boyfriend.

Not a chance. I looked up and down her legs again, and licked my lips. “Are you and your boyfriend having sex?” Again, I denied her any opportunity to hold back an answer.

She looked like she was about to tell me off, but, thanks to my powers, she couldn’t. Three times, she started to say something other than an answer, and three times she had to stop. Eventually, she leaned back, frustrated by her conversational awkwardness, and sighed. “No. I’m a Christian and a Promise Keeper and I’m going to save myself until marraige.” She said this with a little bit of pride, and held her body defensively, as if waiting for me to back down.

She should be so lucky. “A body like that, it’s quite a waste not to put it to use.” She looked like she wanted to argue the point, but I held her mind away from the ability to do that. “Well, do you masturbate, Angela?”

She looked away, and her face turned red. She didn’t want to answer, and I didn’t make her. It was too much fun to make her squirm at this point. Instead, I just made it impossible for her to give any response except a truthful answer. She kept quiet.

“Hey, it’s okay, Angela. I used to masturbate all the time, and sometimes I still do when I’m giving some chick a money shot. It’s cool. Do you do it, Angela? Do you masturbate?”

She was outraged, and it showed on her face. I could only imagine what she wanted to say; I can only give commands, not read minds. Whatever it was, I didn’t let her say it.

“I bet a hot young thing like you does it all the time, especially if you’re not having sex. I bet every night, you’re lying in bed with two fingers in your pussy and one up your ass. Don’t you worry about keeping your roommate up?”

She couldn’t stay quiet at this point. “For your information, and I don’t see why it’s any of your business, I don’t masturbate every night, I don’t wake my roommate up, and I certainly don’t put my finger.... " She paused, not willing to get so graphic. “Inside anything. I’ve masturbated a total of three times, in private, alone, and I don’t care to talk about it, so lay off, okay?” She was red in the face, and had hints of tears in her eyes.

“Does your boyfriend know you masturbate?”

She looked away. “It hasn’t come up.”

The doors opened. She left the elevator and I followed her, matching her quick pace. “I’m sure he’d be upset—knowing you won’t give it up for him, but you’ll give it up for your hand anytime.”

She clenched her jaw, walking faster. “He’s a Promise Keeper too. We both agreed to stay celibate.” She got to her door, and unlocked it, storming in and almost slamming the door behind her. I stopped the door.

“Hey, I still need to use your phone.”

She grimaced, and I’m sure she would have loved to slam the door in my face and tell me to use another phone, but I allowed her no such luxury. She hated me quietly as she said, “Fine.”

She let me into the room, and pointed to the phone, then sat at her desk and began studiously ignoring me. I watched her for a moment, and thought about it, then grinned.

“Actually, before I use the phone, I think you should. Call your boyfriend up and tell him you masturbate. Don’t let him ask anything else about it. Just tell him that sometimes you lie in bed naked and run your fingers over your clit until you cum. Tell him it makes you hot. Tell him you might go do it right now. Then hang up.”

She stared at me, but, of course, I made it a psionic command. She pushed past me angrily and picked up the phone, dialing his number. Her voice was quivering and tears were welling up as she spoke to him.

“Hi, Adam? Yeah... I... Just fine, but—look, I have to tell you something, Adam. Uh, just listen, okay? I.... well, I masturbate, Adam. Three times now, I’ve done it. The first time was when I was fifteen, and I was in bed alone. I’d just watched a Brad Pitt movie, and... well, I rubbed my cli... my clitoris until I came. It was a hot and sweaty night and I washed the sheets that night. I... just listen, okay? Wait until I’m done. It... it makes me hot, Adam. I’m going to go do it right now. I’m going to ... to go masturbate now. I can’t talk. Bye”

She hung up the phone and started crying, slumping into her bed.

“Roll over, Angela.” She did. She had no choice.

I untocked her shirt and exposed her belly. She couldn’t stop me. I leaned forward and smelled it—fresh and gentle, very soft. I kissed her belly once. I wanted to lick her belly button, but she wore her pants very high, so it wasn’t exposed. I looked up at her face—she was in a tight wince. I smiled, and unsnapped her pants, unzipping them so that I could see her navel and the pink edges of her panties. She had a gorgeous, perfect flat stomach and the curves of her hips were totally enchanting. I began licking her belly button, and running my fingers along her torso. I slid my hand under her shirt, and cupped her breast through her bra....

...when the door opened and her roommate walked in. Noticing us, she gasped, and said, “Uh, sorry...” and started to walk out. I stopped her with my mind.

I looked at Angela. “Angela, darling, could you excuse us for a while? I need to talk to your roommate. Be back here in about fifteen minutes, okay?”

Angela was perplexed but relieved, and stood up, zipping up her pants and leaving quickly. I turned to face her roommate. She had thick, curly brown hair and a medium build. She was wearing a black cotton skirt and a blouse. She wasn’t bad-looking, but she wore a little too much make-up.

Once Angela was gone, I scowled at her. “Drop your panties, slut.” She looked at me, stunned, but reached up her skirt and slid her panties down, trying to show as little of her legs as possible. She didn’t have much success, but she had really nice legs. I stood up and approached, her, and slid my hand up her skirt.

Her vulva was pretty dry, and her breathing was frightened. I loved it. “Listen up, bitch. It’s Angela’s night to get her cherry popped and I don’t want you screwing anything up. Got that?”

She nodded, confused and frightened by her total cooperation. I sent a command for her to get hornier, and her labia grew slick. I pushed a finger up into her and she gasped with involuntary pleasure.

“I want you to go out to a party tonight. Go to a frat party. When you get there, take off your shirt and dance for everyone. Be flirtatious and outrageous. If anyone expresses an interest in you, go with it. Do anything they want. Tonight you’re a nymphomaniac slut, and you’ll gladly perform any sex act proposed to you. Let everyone know that. Don’t go home with anyone, though, until you’ve been used by at least three people, and definitely don’t come back here tonight. Masturbate in bed. Three times. Once it hits eight o’clock, you can go back to normal behavior, but be polite and offer your host one last chance to fuck you up the ass before you go.”

By this time, my fingers were pumping in and out of her hole as I whispered the instructions in her ear. I gave her ear a nice, wet lick, then turned her toward her door and gently pushed her towards it with a spank. She left, totally confused, still wearing no panties. I imagined, college being what it is, she’d get pretty well used up tonight.

I passed away the time waiting for angela to get by looking through her things. No diary, but she did have a nice collection of panties—all very girly and innocent. I started throwing out any I didn’t like, and I was almost done when she got back.

“What are you doing? Get out of there!” she shouted. How quickly she had forgotten who was in control. I sent a quick and irresitable command for her to sit on the ground and shut up. She looked confused, suddenly sitting down. She clearly wanted to yell at me. I finished going through her collection.

“Angela, I think it’s time.” I began to lay mental commands on her.

“You’re definitely a really prime piece of ass.” She got up to a kneeling position, and leaned back.

“I’ve been thinking about the right way to do this, but I think the best way to go is to just jump into it, Angela.” Her eyes went wide as she felt her hands unbuttoning her jeans. She jutted her chest out, involuntarily showing off her perky little breasts.

“Of course, you do have a boyfriend, so I think it’s only fair he gets a shot at you—once I’ve buttered your bun, of course.” She swallowed, shocked, as her hand slid down under her pants. She began masturbating—it was awkward because of her position and her clothes, but I wasn’t particularly interested in her comfort.

“But, first, you’re going to have to get yourself wet for me.” As she continued to rub herself through her clothes, I undressed. I’m not much in terms of attractiveness, but, then again, I don’t have to be. She began breathing heavily, her eyes closed. Despite the fact that it was unwilling, she was clearly getting into it. Sexual repression will do that to you.

I watched her get to the edge of orgasm, then made her stop. Her eyes opened again, surprised to be back in the world around her. Half an instant later, she remembered what was going on. She began visibly shaking.

I gestured toward the bed, and sent a command that she could talk again. “Please. I... I made a promise to myself and to God that I’d saved myself.” She stood up, and took off her socks and shoes. I kept silent, letting her talk, as long as she didn’t shout.

“I—you can’t do this. Please, stop. Oh God, let this end.” She arched her back and pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were just incredible, and her skin was a beautiful, tender pale. She took off her bra next, watching me watching her. “If you don’t stop making me do this, I’m going to scream for the police... just go away. Please. I don’t want to do this.”

Her nipples were tight and erect. She slid her pants down her long, thin legs, taking them off. “Stop it. I don’t want to lose my virginity this way. Oh, Adam. I’ve got a boyfriend. I ... " She trailed off, as she lowered her panties and then stepped out of them.

“Turn around. I want to see what I’m getting before I dip my stick into it.” I said with a cruel grin. She turned around, slowly, and I savored the moment. I licked my lips again.

Under my mental command, she lay down on her bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was just gorgeous, slick with arousal. I stood above her, already very hard.

“Okay, Angela. Here’s a moment of decision. I’m going to fuck you now. You can either go along with it, and enjoy it, or I can keep moving your body around like a puppet. Either way, I’m shooting my load up into you. What’lll it be?”

She considered. “Can... can we use a condom?” I smiled. I’m sure she was anti-birth control, but it give me a grin to know that when it came down to it, that rule only applied to others.

“No. I get off better without one.”

She grimaced. “Then... I won’t do it.”

An idea hit me.

I stopped smiling, stood up, and began getting dressed. “Very well, then. You have proven yourself pure. This was just a test, and you passed.”

She sighed in relief, then closed her eyes. “It was just a test. Thank you, Lord, I knew—”

I threw my clothes back down, spread her legs, and pushed my cock up into her, fast and rough. It felt great. I pushed my dick past her hymen and felt it tear. Her eyes were wide with confusion and disbelief as she felt her innocence disappear. Her vagina was deliciously tight, and her body was sweet and fragrant.

I was kissing and biting her neck as I roughly pushed my cock into her. It felt incredible; her pussy was so tight and smooth and slick I had to close my eyes and moan. I was aching with pleasure and it wasn’t long before I had an orgasm, shooting my load inside of her. She was breathing heavy toward the end of it, and, I’m sure, was physically starting to get into it, but I was done. I got off her and lay on my back. I sent an order for her to lick me clean, and she sat up, leaned over, and took my shrinking erection into her mouth, face contorted in confusion and disgust, eyes heavy with tears. It felt good, but a little too sensitive, so I had her stop moving and just leave me in her mouth. I fell asleep that way.

That night I dreamt about turning the whole dorm into a whorehouse.

When I woke up, my cock was still in her mouth. I had a raging erection. She had fallen asleep like that, eventually, and was curled up into an uncomfortable fetal position. I shook her awake.

“Angela, wake the fuck up.”

Her eyes fluttered open.

I smiled. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

She sat up, curling her arms around her naked chest to cover herself. “I don’t want to play. I need to sleep alone.”

I repeated the question, and gave her no choice but to answer. “Truth... or dare?”

She shivered, and thought. “Um... dare.” She didn’t want to reveal any more secrets. Fine.

I reached over to my pants, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “Rub this on my cock, then put your asshole on it and sit.”

She blanched, and tried to run away. Into the hallway, naked. Brave of her to run out into public like that. She must really have wanted to get out of this. No chance. I took control of her body at this point.

Her facial expression was contorted in fear and confusion as her body took the lubricant and started spreading it on my cock. She wasn’t covered herself up any more, so I watched and enjoyed the view as her ministrations hardened my already swelling cock. Her pubic hair was a tiny but dense patch, framed by long, thin legs. Her tiny breasts, topped with pinkish, pointy nipples, bounced appealingly as her arm jiggled back and forth. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the handjob for a while. After not so long, I was overwhelmed with pleasure, and had her pull her hand away so I didn’t come.

Then she climbed on top of me, her slender soft legs warm and smooth against my body. Under my mental command, she ran the crack of her ass over the head of my cock, sliding back and forth. When her anus was touching the tip, her body started to push is weight down. My cock pushed through into her asshole. She gasped in pain and shame as I gasped in pleasure. Her body smelled gently sweet, and the tightness of her asshole was intense. She shoved her body down against my cock, burying it in her ass. She leaned back and arched her body. Idly, I tweaked one of her nipples.

By the look on her face, she was in a lot of pain as she started to rock back and forth quickly, but I was lost in pleasure. As my cock slid into and out of the tight passage of her asshole, I began thrusting my hips up into her with urgency. Her body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat from her exertions as she continued to push her asshole up and down my cock. I started to wonder what she’d look like as she came, so I began to change the feeling for her. In addition to the pain, and shame, and discomfort of what she was doing, I sent her jabs of sharp sexual pleasure, too intense to be comfortable. She opened her eyes wide in surprise, her tiring body still pumping on top of me rapidfire. I watched as her expression changed to one of confused, guilty ecstasy. Her body began to shake and her asshole clenched tight. I sighed in lazy pleasure as her body worked to its limits, shaking uncontrollably as she rolled with orgasm. She screamed with pleasure as I shot hot semen into her rectum, then the muscles of her lithe body were locked in place, paralyzed by pain, ecstasy and fatigue.

Angela was panting excitement and exhaustion as I pushed her off of me. She curled into a ball, shaking all over with confused, overwhelmed pleasure.

I gave her a slap on the ass and mental instructions to tell no one, grabbed one of her towels and her bathrobe, and headed off to the showers, looking to clean myself off before any further adventures.