The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Here I am on a warm Summer morning, on my first day of a week off. I’m being very lazy. Wake-up. The hot sun is already warming up the bedroom. If he was here I would certainly make him notice that I’m almost naked and the slim panties I’m wearing are the only protection I have on my body.

If he was here, I would rub my hard nipples accidentally against his body and then I would move sneakily until his lips would be around them and his tongue circling around and around. I know he would not resist and each circle would drop him in my net, feeling his manhood become bigger and bigger just for me.

If he was here… If he hadn’t had to go to work, like he usually does.

I open my eyes wondering what time is it? As I pick up my mobile it is blinking. No SMS, only an e-mail from Facebook. On what I call my fake account, “my second life account”. The account is where Alice is a very different woman. It’s the account of Mistress Alice, who lately dreams more to be Slave Alice.

It’s a Request of Friendship. Probably another one from a boring sad man wanting me to instruct him how to masturbate, and then closing the connection one minute after the “oh, yesssss” moment.

Wait…Richard Anthony. I know this man. He’s a Las Vegas hypnotist. We used to play a lot in the past. Indeed it seemed to me he likes more to be hypnotized than to hypnotize me online. But it was creative and gave me good satisfactions. I accept the request smiling and simulating a blank stare: Who can resist a stage hypnotist?

Something more…A file from him…An mp3. My God, I think, is it a spoken message? No. By the title it looks like something more, something different. Ok Mr. Richard Anthony hypnotist of Las Vegas, impress me….

I wear my headphones and click download. I start wondering what it could be, even if I’m pretty sure that I will have to cancel it from my mobile very soon. Why send it to me? Does he even remember me yet? I’ve been very nasty girl with him. We played. I hypnotized him, his wife discovered it and, in a very seductive way, she hypnotized me back to be her sexual toy. If someone knew about that, about my fantasies…shame on you, Alice! Shame on you, pervert girl!

“Just focus and relax.” The file has started, his voice catches me unprepared. What a deep voice. Clear sound…Vibrating in a quiet way, but very commanding. He is a hypnotist Alice, what did you expect? Yes, he is a hypnotist and I listen to what he says, I debate to myself, make me dream Mr. Deep Clear Voice…

Interesting relaxing induction. I like the idea of a soft blanket of relaxation slipping up on my body and, at the contact of it, my body feels the warm relaxing sensation spreading slowly from toe up and up through the part of my body he is mentioning: my ankles, my knees, my hips… The word deeper vibrates in my head in a very intense way. I know you’re using it to suggest to me how to feel, and it feels good. I think I smile. I hope that the sensation of the blanket on my pelvis and belly will not tickles me too much. I don’t want to break this relaxation…I want to only go deeper.

My nipples pulse hard. This is unfair, Mr. Women Teaser! Why would a blanket of relaxation make my nipples hard? The way the blanket makes the slow movement up to my neck is becoming a sexual arousal torture.

I let go thinking: Relax Alice, go deeper and deeper, stop your thought, blank your mind and just focus on the words even more intently now… or I’ve been told it by the deep voice that fills my head. His deep sexy voice…

My body is fully covered with his blanket of relaxation; I take a deep breath in and slowly out. Time seems frozen as the distant voice of Mr. Deeper and Deeper speaks to me and makes me feel like he was here with me, protecting me. He is making me feel enveloped and safe as I fall deeper and deeper reaching the bottom. Making me feel deepest for him, and I hear my voice just say it. His words are so sexy now, clear and arousing, so arousing and my desire is to follow him even deeper now.

In my hypnotic dream, I imagine I’m totally naked and I’m seating on his lap, watching him, staring into his hypnotic eyes. I feel drawn into his yes, like falling into a spiral. And I cannot resist him as he puts me more and more under and into hypnosis. My hips and my back move and I cannot control my body anymore, the more I try to control my moans and my hips movements, the more I feel myself going deeper. He is so different than the last time we talked…There is no mistaking who is in control here and I am powerless…lost in his deep hypnotic voice.

My mind feels his lips on my body now, on my nipples. His tongue makes me moan. I would like to control it but I cannot. I’m too aroused now to think about it. I just want more pleasure, and I start rolling the hard nipples between my fingers, the way I do when I start to masturbate. Just like when I need to please myself sexually. My hands are stuck on my breasts and I touch myself in front of him. He suggests me what to do, and my body comply obediently his instructions, and it’s so arousing obeying him. I need to obey his words. I moan, yes I want to obey, and a tingles spread between my spine in my head and deep inside my pussy moving to the tip of my swelling clit. The pleasure becomes more and more intense second by second. As second by second I feel myself falling, going deeper and deeper for him.

In my mind I just want to play and obey…Did he make me want that? I’m so deep and aroused I don’t even know anymore. Now I feel him teasing my wet pussy. I feel so wet and aroused. The contact of his fingers makes me moan and arc my back. My hands are stuck on my breast, my pussy wet and open to his fingers, I feel so unable to control my body and so willing to play and obey for him. I’m cannot stop thinking it is his cock now teasing my pussy finding the way to get inside me. I made him become hard for me and now his harness is become close and closer to my pussy as I’m closer and closer to orgasm. I try to move my hips but I know it will happen only when he will decide it.

I play and obey. I said it out aloud, automatically, naturally, obediently. The way I follow his commands and his words obediently, increase my hotness. And in my mind I actually feel his cock get inside me. I find myself humming a long moan and his penetration seems never ending. Deep inside me each time I inhale. My breath becomes faster and faster. And his cock goes deeper in and out from my wet and throbbing pussy. My hands still tighten to my breasts, my fingers obey him and torture my nipples, my mouth repeating I play and obey.

I’m falling. The weak will I could have is totally submitted to my lust, my lust is totally hypnotized by his presence. His presence is inside my pussy and inside my head. I play and obey. I play and obey.

Finally he frees my hands from his hypnotic spell and they go greedily to my clit. I want to orgasm so badly now, but my rubbing seems not enough.

I play and obey, and I will orgasm only when he will allow me to. I actually believe I am touching the base of his cock deeply planted inside of me. I touch my lips and pull them apart to allow every inches of his cock to penetrate me deeper.

Suddenly, an intense sensation like a sequence of lashes is shaking my body. Am I really slapping my sensitive pussy as he ordered me? I would like to ask him to stop this but my mouth just can only repeat: I play and obey. Finally he allows me to rub my wetness, my engorged clit. But it last only for few seconds and I start again to slap my cunt obediently. I feel so slutty. I feel so good.

I’m so week now. I need to cum and I’ve fallen so deep into his hypnosis. Every slap makes me deeper, every imaginary penetration of his cock makes me deeper, every order I obey makes me deeper, going deeper makes me more and more aroused...

I feel my fingers inside me now. I touch my wet pussy and, like an explosion, I feel the world falling down becoming a dark warm oil of pleasure where I’m floating in. Orgasm after orgasm. I’m so overwhelmed I cannot even consciously follow his words and I really don’t care, if needed I know my body will do exactly what he commands. I just know he has control over me and I have to do what he tells me, as my finger are his cock inside me and I want it deeper into my body, deeper into my mind.

Silence in my ears, my fingers are still gently playing with my clit. I emerge slowly, I feel satisfied in a way I’ve rarely felt in my life. My nipples are aching like after a long torture with nipple pinches. My inner pussy is pulsing and contracting like after a long, long night of love. My fingers are sticky of my juice. I repeat once again: I play and obey, and I suck them, knowing this taste. It is the taste of my sex. And my sex is now his to do with as he pleases…I am Slave Alice to him now…and loving it!