The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When I wake up Dust is already gone. All around me her smell and her dust covers the bed. My body still feels pleasantly sore so I know she must have used me more before she left, but I can’t remember it. Moaning, I nuzzle into the pillow and inhale hard as I can. My nose tingles and my eyes fuzz and flutter all on their own.

Nothing feels as good first thing in the morning as a Dust High.

It’s like waking up just to fall deeper asleep. The fog is already clouding between my eyes and weighing me down to the bed. Nothing ever felt half as good as this, not that I knew about anything before I met Dust. I barely even masturbated, and now . . . I do whatever Dust wants, and I always end up screaming and soaked by the end. Sometimes I even remember what happens.

Mmmm . . . I would just lie here and blow the whole day snorting the sheets if she wouldn’t be upset about me blowing the day. She spends all of her time in the new lab, and it’s not even as fun as the old one. Doesn’t really matter to me since I don’t really go there unless Dust needs a fuckpet to lap at her under the desk, but the old one was better. It was roomier. There were more hot half dusted girls purifying Dust’s special treat.

As long as I make a sale Dust doesn’t care if I dip into the merchandise. There can’t be a job better than being Dust’s Candy Bunny.

Mewling, I grind down into the dusty mattress. My body tingles as the dust melts into my pores, into my nipples, and into the hot tender swamp between my legs. Nuzzling harder into the pillow, I inhale more and groan at the feeling of the sprinkles wrapping around my head like thick blankets.

I know I gotta get up, but I’m already gonna have a little dust nap so I should just enjoy it. Moaning, I slide my fingertips across the bed and shove the chalky texture hard between my legs before grinding into my hand. Fucking her dust inside of my pussy feels like it goes right into my mind and nothing ever feels better than having Dust filling my mind, dust turning off my mind, dust fucking my mind until it’s screaming and raw but still always wants and needs more.

I cry out pitifully when all the dust is gone from my fingers and have to struggle to flop onto my back so I can slide my sticky fingers across the sheets to scoop up more. I need to fill up my dirty pussy with hot itchy dust, need to scratch my itch, need to cum myself into a dust coma!

My other hand scoops up some more dust and I twist it into my nipple before shoving my fingers back in deep and clenching around them hard as I can. Nipple feels so hard and it makes my mind feel itchy to be so overstuffed with dust, so over itchy, so over fuzzy, and fuck, I already feel so close but I can barely move my fingers. Try to move them quicker, harder, but they start to stop as everything else stops.

Control melting into a dusty haze I buck my hips and clench involuntarily as the dust itself itching inside of me sends me over the edge, and I whisper out a scream.

Feels so good to lose control with Dust filling me . . .

Two or three, maybe even four hours later, I come to and groan. Sore and fuzzy on the details, but knowing what must have happened I lick my fingers clean before showering off. If I get another dustgasm I won’t get to work on time, and if I don’t get to work on time then Dust doesn’t get more money or more fun sluts to fuck or anything like that. Dust likes money and women, a lot. Mostly the women, I think, but the money helps her get more women.

The shower helps my eyes lose a little bit of the hood they always have, just enough so I only look tired and not exhausted in addition to being dusted off my ass. Feels nice to be clean even if I’d love to go right back to bed and fuck myself until all of the dust is gone.

Dust might make me a little too sore if I did that, though . . . she’s so much more fun when she’s happy.

After I towel off, I grin in the mirror at the sight of my eyes. They’ll be a little less gray by the time I leave the apartment; for now they look almost solid with the pretty little flecks so dull they look drawn on. Getting dusted is starting to get kinda well known, but almost nobody knows it makes your eyes gray.

A plain white t-shirt gets tugged down over my tits and I grin at the sight of them struggling against the fabric. Lotsa people are willing to talk to me about getting a little bit of dust just because of my chest. Dust loves playing with my breasts and god I love it when she does! I pull on a pair of black panties before tugging on blue jeans just tight enough to make them hard to pull on, but not tight enough to be unflattering. That gets plenty of people willing to talk to me a little longer, too.

My purse with samples and some actual sprinkle baggies is the last thing I pick up before sliding my socked feet into my tennies. I’ll probably make my way around the mall today . . . It’s already past noon and there are bound to be some people there looking for a better diversion.

It’s not too long before I end up seeing somebody waiting at a bus stop, and I decide it’s worth a detour. Bus stops are good places to get a new dust head or find somebody who needs a high to fry their mind into fuzzy yum. Lotsa people smoke at bus stops, and then a bus comes and they have to throw out a half smoked cig. A little sprinkle of dust lasts a lot longer, you never have to waste it, and there are so many yummy benefits!

Sitting on the bench is a pretty girl, and a pretty unusual looking girl at that. She’s wearing a white t-shirt like mine that shows off her nummy curves, and over her breasts is a cute drawing of a girl with giant blue eyes holding a huge lollypop. Her hair is pink and tied in pigtails, and an equally pink bubble is growing out from her lips. It’s already huge, and it’s just stretching more, big enough to the point it’s starting to turn more see-through than pink. She’s leaning back against the glass of the bus enclosure, and it makes all her pretty curves look even prettier.

Wiggling my fingers, I move to stand close to her, but not too close. I don’t want her to realize just how much I’m interested in her. It’s a bus stop, so it’s not like people don’t talk at bus stops when they have to wait. “Hi . . . I don’t think I’ve seen you here before . . .”

The pretty girl looks around her bubble at me before she pops it with a fingernail and chews it back into her mouth. “New around here . . .” She giggles a little before tugging on one of her pig tails in the cutest way I’ve ever seen. She seems kinda shy and that makes me feel all warm and hopeful inside. The shy ones always let loose the best when you give them a double dose of the good stuff.

“Aww, well . . . It’s a pretty nice place.” I look around so I don’t just stare at her, and it’s impossible not to giggle with her. Her giggles are extra pretty and just . . . infectious. “Where’s your stop?” I really hope the bus doesn’t show up. That always makes things more difficult.

Although, fucking some dust into a pretty girl on the bus is always a fun afternoon . . .

“Ways . . . end of the line almost.” She nods and her pig tails bounce like they would if she was a cartoon. Her large blue eyes look from the way the bus’ll be coming from to the way it’ll be going.

“Have you been there before? I can help make sure you don’t get lost . . .?” I giggle just a little and try to mimic the way she giggled before. I don’t remember what sales people call it, parroting or something, but acting like the person you’re trying to sell to really does work. It doesn’t make any sense to me, but maybe I just dust too much. “My name’s Candy, what’s yours . . .?”

She smiles in a pretty, demure way before starting to twirl one of her pigtails around in a slow and purposeful sort of way. “Candy . . . I like that name. Can I borrow it?” She giggles a little again and her cheeks might just be shining a little bit more.

“Only if you ask really nicely . . .” The shyer she acts, the more it makes me squirm and tingle. A little of that is probably aftershocks from the dust, but a lot of it isn’t. “Because well, I mean, it is mine and all, but I can make an exception.” I do my best to keep perfect eye contact. That doesn’t mean I just stare into her eyes and don’t stop, but I try to stare just enough to hold her attention but not too much to end up coming off creepy. It’s better than staring too much at the pretty blue-eyed girl with the lollypop.

“Oh please Candy, can I use your name? Being named Candy would just be ever so delicious.” Now the pink haired cutie grabs onto her pigtails and pulls them down like a bonnet. She even goes so far as biting her lower lip and making her eyes freakishly pouty.

She’s definitely more than just a little bit unusual, but with how cute she acts and already seeming so weird around the edges I just know this’ll work out great. My grin just gets bigger and I nod as I sit down beside her on the bench. “Okay, I can call you Candy. I even have some really good candy on me, it’s really special. You can’t get it any place but here in Midas . . .”

“I dunno. I’ve tasted some pretty good candy.” She giggles again, but it sounds different. For just a second I’m sure she’s laughing at some private joke, but I have no clue why. “And some people say I taste pretty good . . .” With a silly look in her eyes she bites down on her own hand just a little and then smacks her lips. She really is a cartoon character, but not any new cartoon character. She doesn’t look anything like her but she makes me think of something classic and cute-looking like Betty Boop - a little newer than that, but still the same sickeningly sweet sort of look. “I dunno . . . I’ve had better.”

There’s just something really special about this girl, and it makes me giggle just watching her. I kinda want a taste, but Dust gets upset at me a lot for forgetting therea re some social boundaries even for weirdoes. It’s embarrassing to be chastised as a bad girl when you sell a drug that fizzles minds. “So have I . . . but I mean, this stuff is better than chocolate.”

“I’m better than chocolate. I at least know that.” She giggles more and shrugs a little before taking a deeply contemplative tone. “’Sides, chocolate is only as good as the sugar in it. That’s why people like chocolate from overseas more. I wonder if diabetes is more common there . . .”

Her cute words really aren’t helping me restrain myself. Just a lick along that pretty neck would be yummy, even if she just tastes like a normal girl and not special like Dusty. Her skin is creamy, sort of milky, but it’s almost as if it has a pink glaze over it. It’s a really light glaze, and I have to look really hard to notice, but it makes her look really pretty. It’s sort of like how recently soaped skin shimmers in that way that makes it look so much suppler.

“Well if you’re that sugary then you shouldn’t bite yourself too often!” To try and keep up the whole waiting for the bus ruse I glance the way it should be coming from – no time soon, please no time soon - and then start to rifle through my purse. “You don’t seem like you’re from overseas . . . and I meant like, the richest, meltiest, eye rollingly good chocolate there is.”

“I’m stiiiill better! Go ahead!” She holds out her hand daintily, kinda like someone would for it to be kissed. “Be careful, I go straight between your thighs.” She giggles madly in the same absolutely infectious way before she turns away and it seems like she must be blushing up a storm.

Her hand still stays out, a delicate offering, and I giggle along with her.

If I hold out or act like she’s being too weird there’s no way I’m going to make a sale or even introduce her to the absolutely perfect lifestyle of a dust bunny. Maybe if I can just keep this up for a little longer and then blow a bit into her face . . . It’ll be yummy to see those pretty blue eyes get hooded and glassy. “Aww . . . I’m not worried about that, you’re cute enough . . .”

It’s hard to stay looking and acting innocent, even with the blue hair and blonde eyes, without reacting to that thigh comment. That’s okay. Maybe she likes dirty. A prude would never say a thing like that. I might be able to get a lot of fun and not just because of the dust!

Leaning forward, I give her pretty hand just a little bit of a lick and . . . wow! She tastes like a lollypop, or a gumdrop, or like a handful of pixie sticks. It’s such a sweet, yummy taste that I shudder and curl my toes. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything that tasted more like candy than her! Maybe I should just let her keep my name. It fits her a lot better. Her hair is even Pink just like candy, eyes are even kinda candy blue if you look at them right.

“How’s that?” She bites down around her lower lip again with a huge, dimpling grin. It doesn’t slow or stop her pretty flow of giggles, and that just makes the whole thing better.

My eyes keep blinking too wide and I stare at her hand, her face, and then her hand again. I keep licking my lips to savor the flavor.. The taste is good enough to make me mewl. There’s something really special about it. It’s not just sweet, it’s . . . it’s something familiar. I can’t really put my finger on it. “Wow . . . You taste really good! You weren’t kidding!”

“I try . . .” She beams but still manages to look demure. It’s impossible, but she even tries to cutely hide behind one of her pigtails. “I’m glad you like it . . .” Her hand starts to curl into a fist and for just a moment I kinda worry, but then she sticks out her thumb and holds it out in front of me. “Can taste more if you want . . . suck?”

Just a glance of her thumb makes me think about sucking on Dust, and it makes my cheeks burn hot and my eyes hood again. God that taste, I just gotta get more. Just thinking of it makes my eyes feel heavy. “I . . . You really wouldn’t mind . . .? I can share some of my candy if you let me taste a little more.”

“Suuuuuuck . . .” She draws the word out before surrounding it with more loud and pretty giggles. Her pretty pink face stays half hidden behind the pigtail and her free hand actually moves to pull it down in front of her face.

“Thanks!” My eyes flutter with just the thought of more and I pout my lips before opening them up, wrapping them around that pretty thumb . . . and sucking.

She stays hidden behind her pretty pig tail, but it hardly matters. Her thumb tastes like the lick, but like more of it. It’s gotta be the pinkish tone to her skin. It’s almost like some sort of tanned pink frosting, like something from a studio photo. It almost tastes like frosting, or sugar, or gummy, or . . . god it makes my eyes roll back into my head but its just so good. It’s like warmth and sunshine and rolling in grass and giggles and being young and simple and hot, nothing worrying or anything less than candy bliss.

God, I’m going to get carried away if I don’t stop. It’s hard, but I pull my lips away and just stare at her wet thumb. “Wow . . . How . . . how do you or . . . Mmmm . . . You taste like a birthday cake, but like, how you always remember them tasting . . . like . . . wow!”

“Suuuuck!” She giggles and makes her voice sound so adorably young as her other hand grabs the back of my head and pulls be down toward the thumb, starting to push it up into my mouth. “If it’s good, why stop?” She starts to move closer and it feels nice to have her warm, pretty candy body closer. If all of her tastes like this then there are a lot of fun places I want to get trapped sucking.

“Wanted to share too . . .” I can’t really argue, and I really don’t want to. Impulse control is just way, way too much effort. It feels too good just to let go and let the pretty pink taste explode into my mouth and burst behind my eyes, making me feel kinda hot. I reach up and gently hold her wrist before sucking a little harder.

“Sucking is better . . .” She giggles a little louder and just lets me suck. Her thumb doesn’t stop tasting good though, in fact it actually just keeps tasting better, more and more pink, more and more like sweet giggles, like how the longer you thrust fingers between your legs it just keeps feeling better, more and more, just shoving her thumb in my mouth and suckling at it so hard pretending it’s some kind of magic candy that can make me feel something between my eyes turning shiny and sugary.

All I can do is moan around her thumb. It’s so amazing! Every time it starts to feel like it’s perfect, like there’s no way it could ever get better, it triples and my eyes shake behind their lids. The more the taste grows the more my sucking gets harder with it and . . . god I want it all, I want to have all of it forever!

Feels like a piece of candy being pressed into my ear, melting from my mouth into my thoughts, as if someone’s thumb could coat my brain in candy.

“I knooow, so nice huh? Could you be a sweetie and pull your shirt up?” She giggles a little more and squirms closer before she’s sitting in my lap. “Pretty Candy likes suckling huh?” she brushes my hair out of my face, and she might be sitting in my lap but somehow it makes me feel really young and small, young and simple and warm, with a hot pink haired cutie sitting in my lap wanting to see my tits.

Fuck, for a taste this good, I’d take off my pants right here. It almost feels like I’m not even making the choice, as if the pretty candy glaze is smoothing out all of the other choices, but that just makes it harder. Whimpering, I reach down and tug up at the edges of my shirt until it’s over my breasts, showing off the white bra with pretty little pink hearts, holding my breasts just tight enough to make them look even yummier than they already do.

“Oooo nice . . . Real?” She asks in the cutest voice before she pokes me with the same finger that popped her gum. “Not that it really matters. They’re very nice either way . . .” She giggles and keeps her eyes focused at my chest, poking to watch the giggling as she bounces and squirms in my lap, making me whimper and squirm with fuzzy eyes.

My face feels so hot, but the flush only gets hotter as I rub into her poking, suckling, sucking and . . . I try to pull the yummy girl closer, arch into her. God she tastes so good. If I could pull my thumb away I would ask if she was from overseas after all!

Her warm tongue runs from my collarbone up my neck, so warm and slick, feeling like warm hot giggles. “You don’t taste too bad yourself! Nummy like a gummy drop! Wanna go for a ride? The bus is running slow and we got a pretty limo coming for us.”

My mouth finally manages to part and I my eyes flutter as I try to meet hers, feeling so strange. It is just so, so nummy . . . “Limo . . .? Why a limo . . .? Mmm . . .” I try to squirm more against her, groaning and melting and rolling my tongue around in my mouth. Her thumb tastes so good but it’s nice to get just a little break to remember what it feels like not to be tasting her hot sweet pink thumb inside of my hungry mouth. I want to just suck her everywhere, taste that fucking perfect taste between my eyes.

“Cause limos are nice, and it’s gonna take you to a nice place. Yaknow? Didn’t you want to go somewhere nice?” Another lick on the same part of my neck, and it makes me feel like a bowl she’s cleaning with her tongue. “Suuuck . . .”

“Oh, wanna . . . wanna go a lot of places with you, you taste so yummy . . . but I . . . don’t you wanna . . .” Gotta try to give her the dust or Dust is gonna be mad, but it’s so hard to give a damn when it feels so nummy and runny, and oh god I’m drooling but I can’t help it! It’s mouth watering, mouth dripping, thigh drippingly good just to suck on her thumb!

“Good . . . Then the pretty limo will be right around to pick us up . . .” She tugs my head over hard, my neck feeling so limp, and she takes my ear into her mouth. Her sweet tasting tongue runs around my ear as my lips suck on her thumb harder and . . . fuuuuck I don’t ever want to stop sucking and being licked! “And we’ll see about making you fit your name better, hmmm?”

“Mmmmmm!” Can’t really speak, can’t even think about pulling away from her thumb, just want to suck and suck and groan and suck. My body can’t stay still against hers and my brain feels like it’s rusted up. “Mmmmm?”

“Dunno yet. Candy, undo the bra. Sweater cows need to breathe yaknow, and the limo’s here.” There’s a sound of a car stopping and a door opening. “Just for you yaknow.” She pokes the tip of my nose all cutesy and I can’t help but giggle. Mmm she makes me feel so sweet, though but nothing is sweet as she is, nothing ever!

I giggle around her thumb and suckle, just suckle as I reach back to unhook the bra before pulling it up over my, teehee, sweater cows. I feel so clumsy and silly-stupid, but mmm it doesn’t matter, just the taste matters.

“That’s a good girl . . .” A hand cups my breasts and I moan, pressing them into her hand and shuddering. “Feel real, they probably are. Come on now, upsy daisy . . . Whoops, don’t fall over, baby steps now. Baby steps . . . That’s a good girl. Watch your head.” It’s all a pink nummy blur as she leads me into the car and pushes my head down before pushing me down into my seat across from her.

I just follow her lead, so confused, but not wanting to understand, just wanting to know and feel. Something that feels this good? Mmm, I don’t care what it is, I just know that I need more. Stace and Laura taught me that I need to feel the good things, experience the good things, and mmm do I want to.

I can see the driver through the little glass window, and she’s naked except for the pretty chauffer cap. She looks back at us, looking like a blonde beach bunny with glazed hot empty eyes. “Home, please,” The pink haired tasty girl speaks as she shuts the door. “The long way though. At least three hours please, Vicky. And a little privacy hmmm?”

With a small nod the tinted window starts to roll up and the pink haired girl looks into my blue eyes with hers. “Now Candy . . . I’m going to introduce you to a few funny fun concepts. We’re also gonna give you a pretty makeover. I call it the candy brain giveaway!” She giggles madly again, but it’s different than before. It’s definitely about something I don’t understand or can’t understand or am just too simple to grasp, and that makes me feel silly so I giggle with her.

She leans close to me and licks from just under my left breast to my collar bone, just like she did to my neck and I scream loud as I can around her thumb. “Even if it is more of a take away . . .”