The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I love parties, but when I’m not the center of attention . . . I don’t mind getting a little time alone with you.” I lean back against my guitarist and feel her strong arms wrap around my waist. Her body is just so firm, but it’s firm for me. “Some us time with clothes on once in awhile is nice. Plus it means we can be standing on a balcony. I’m not big on showing off my body to all of Midas City. Just you. You . . . Yancy . . . adoring fans when they’re too busy moving their hands all over me to be grabbing for cell phone cameras . . .”

One of these days indulging my groupies is going to lead to some very exposing pictures or video filling the internet. I think I’ve made my piece with that. It’s very unlikely that any of the footage could top what you find if you look around for my mom.

In front of us a gorgeous view of Midas City at night, lit up by so many electric lights, perfectly makes a time that would be so dark feel so bright. I wiggle my hips and rub back a little harder against Nikki.

I don’t need to turn my head to know the grin her voice resonates with. “If the whole city was cheering you on, you’d rip your top off right now. Your skirt, too. Sometimes I think it’s too bad you’re a singer, because with a body like yours?” Nikki nibbles my ear, her hands rubbing along my thighs over my skirt. I shudder, clenching as my hips arch to her touch. “I’d be filling your panties with bills all night long.”

“Oh, with a body like this?” I roll my hips to press the curves of my ass back against the heat between her legs. She always wears jeans, but just a little work using my sparkled mist and she can feel the pressure like there was no fabric there at all. " I’d be expecting at least fives.”

Her desire is right on the surface of her mind, and I can taste it so perfectly. Those sweet little surface thoughts make me tremble. Sylvia is so fucking hot, I’m so glad we’re so good at making up. I can’t imagine not having her in my life. There’s always such an intensity to Nikki. I love it each and every time I get to feel it.

There are times I regret that our band isn’t one endless traveling orgy, but I still ended up with one sexy rockin’ redhead out of the deal.

“Rockin’ redhead . . .? You know that mist of yours goes two ways sometimes . . . You think so funny. . . But at least it’s funny-cute.” Nikki’s teeth tug my ear and I shudder back against her. I want to have a sharp witty reply, but her hand starts pulling up my skirt and the wind outside is so cool.

Damp panties have a way of feeling so much more ruined with a nice little breeze.

“You are . . . my rockin’ redhead. You don’t . . . Mmm mind that you’re not my only redhead anymore, do you?” Hair color doesn’t really matter that much, at least not in this world, but red is usually one of those things that unless you’re meta it helps you stand out. Nikki’s is even all natural. I’ve seen all the proof I’ll ever need. Though with her stroking my thighs like this I think I’d be inclined to believe her even if I’d seen the bottles.

Pleasure can be so convincing. I’ve learned that so many times now, and it only gets more true. Her fingers rub along both my thighs and my panties at the same time, spreading that growing slickness along my skin. I hiss in a sharp breath, grasping the metal railing so tight.

Maybe we should go inside, but I feel so free now that I don’t want to even think about the rest of the world right now. Mom’s home. I’m not losing my sister. Nikki forgives me. Our single is still on top of the charts.

Leaving out the last one would be such a misstep when knowing it makes me tremble almost as much as Nikki’s fingers do.

So little could make this moment better. Other sexy things could happen too, like the way her fingers slide past the waistband of my panties and start to stroke my bare skin. That feels pretty fucking amazing, and my hips shoot forward in a quick jolt of need, but the moment didn’t need it. Everything feels so good, so sexy, so right, that just living in this perfect moment of what comes next feels amazing.

It’s been two years since things felt close to this right, and even then . . .

Her finger presses tight against my clit and I suck In a sharp breath that somewhere along the way turns into a moan. “Not at all, sweetie. You still sing for me, and besides . . . I’ve always let you have redheaded groupies when they were cute enough. And it isn’t like you’re keeping Yancy all to yourself, you know.”

“Y-you . . . MmmMMmmm have no clue how insatiable she is now, Nikki. I-I know I was joking we’d be in bed for a day, b-but you haven’t felt how she is no-ooOOooh yes!” I’ve twisted Nikki’s mind around my finger so many times, but right now I’m lost on hers as it rubs and strokes such perfect tight circles right where it feels so good. It feels like I’m turning into molten goo as she rubs and presses her soft finger so firmly. I feel so hot I might just melt my clothes away.

“I think I’ll manage. Did I ever get tired when all of the band used to fuck?” When I mentioned what happened to us before, it was different. She’s not ribbing me for it. She’s just reminding me of how good it used to feel when all of the band would fuck each other just for Nina to watch.

Not knowing where one of us began and the other ended was so amazing. All of our thoughts just flowing like so many different liquids into the same basin . . . it was perfect.

It’s the perfect thing to think of when her fingers start rubbing faster, and my thighs clench so hard it hurts. My toes curl so hard inside of my shoes I’m almost surprised they don’t break through. I howl out in pleasure, pouring my mist through Nikki so she can feel it, too.

Nothing is quite like making Sylvia cum, feeling her cum, cuming with her like this . . .! If it’s even possible I love her as much as she turns me on! I can feel her mind yield to my power, her body shuddering forward against mine as we melt forward against that metal rail together. I could rip away all of her thoughts right now, but instead I just savor her thoughts being all for me. All about me. Me, at the center of every slick little thought . . .

We stay like this for a long time, before we melt down to the floor. I wrap my arms around her, and shift so her head rests on my chest. She rubs her nose along the exposed star of flesh at the center and I smirk. It really does have it’s uses.

“If you’re going to be like that, I might just have to do this after all . . . not that I think you mind. Because you are my guitarist, aren’t you?” I slide my fingers through her hair, and suck in a sharp breath as I feel my power melt in through her scalp. Her arms shudder, hands grasping at me so tight as her eyes dimly pulse silver and violet. That doesn’t happen every time, but mmm when it does I do love seeing it.

“Y-y-your guit-t-tarist . . . MmMmmm yes, Sylvia . . .” Her eyes are so hazy, and all of the strength in her body just slowly drips away. Her grasp becomes so much weaker as I can feel all of her thoughts just melt and drip out between her thighs.

That would be so much less messy if I could convince her to wear skirts instead of jeans and leather pants. Then again, it is so fun to need to take our time cleaning her up . . . Decisions, decisions.

Nothing she has to worry about right now.

“Now, I think I’m going to strip you down to nothing and just kiss you all over until—” A loud series of knocks interrupts my thoughts and I curl my lips up into a grin. “Well, hold that thought. Not your own, but mine. I think the last little part of our evening finally showed up.”

Sylvia is taking forever to answer the door. I guess she got started with Nikki without me. I can’t really blame her given how much time I spent with Valerie this evening. I almost feel bad that it wasn’t with Sarah, but I don’t think mom will want to feel anything like the way Lia used to enjoy making her feel for a very long time.

Valerie was even pretty embarrassed. After all, she hadn’t intended on that happening. Who would know we had some unresolved sexual tension and that her mist conducts my red every bit as well as it does mom’s silver.

You learn something new every day.

I pull the hand mirror that Lida gave me out of my sleeve. It’s too big to fit, but she was pretty impressed with how quickly I picked that bit of magic up. My nose is curved just enough differently, my eyes seem a little bigger, redder, my lips more full, cheekbones just different enough . . . it didn’t take much magic after Lia smoothed out all of my rough edges to make me look like a different person.

Taking advantage of the situation I have my hair tied back in a pair of twin tails tied under the curve of my head. It doesn’t look quite as young as having them up higher, but it looks more playful than just having one.

Yancy has to have a different style from Aurora, so I may as well experiment. Instead of a leather jacket and a t-shirt I decided to go with a tame red bustier, and a little black skirt. By little, I mean that it’s going to take some time to get used to walking in it without flashing everyone. That’s made a little worse by these I’m-going-to-be-fucking-you red heels. I think they really bring out my eyes, and they even make me taller.

Soon I’m going to be learning everything there is to know about magic, about Sanctuary, and settling into a new life that I couldn’t have imagined a week ago. Tonight, is all about embracing Yancy with Sylvia and Nikki.

Then some time next week I’ll need to make it up to Valerie that my power was a bit much for her. Maybe a repeat of ending up in bed, but with me on top. I wonder how it would feel to have my yummy purple haired mommy with glowing red eyes telling me that she’ll do anything I want . . .

I’d ask nicely first, of course.

Hard to imagine her turning me down if I’m very convincing.

When the door finally opens I can tell why it took her so long. Sylvia smells like sex. To be more complete, she smells like sex and Nikki. I can smell the lust flowing inside of her as clearly as I can smell the still-slick nectar in the air.

It’s something thrilling to taste someone else’s arousal like this. Valerie’s earlier was half mine recycled through her powers. This is so much more intense. Maybe it’s the sweat sticking her violet and silver hair to her forehead. Maybe it’s her just dilated enough pupils. I think it’s that I can taste Sylvia in it. Not just her body, but her essence, her core, calling out to me.

“A-Yancy . . . please, come on in. Nikki is a bit . . . out of it at the moment. But she’s been looking forward to seeing you again, too.” Sylvia steps out of the doorway and motions in. I slide the my mirror back up my sleeve, and then it only takes my eyes a moment to spot Nikki melted back on the couch with her legs lewdly spread. She has such a dark wet spot at the crotch of her powder blue jeans.

I’d be more jealous of Nikki if she were more like me, but she isn’t. She’s tall. She’s got wider shoulders, and wider hips. There’s nothing that isn’t sexy about her, but I definitely have more curves. We’re different. There’s no real chance that Nikki was a replacement.

No need for competition.

I step in, and Sylvia closes the door behind me. “Thanks, Sylvie . . . Hey there, fuzzy-head. I see the party started without me.” I wave over to Nikki with a grin. She waves back, and sounds like very lazy moans drip from her lips. “Don’t worry though, I brought a special little party favor. But I’ve been needing to cut loose for awhile, so, Sylvie . . . what would you prefer to be bent over?”

I’d almost be hurt if the look of disbelief on Sylvia’s face surprised me. “That’s a little . . . domme for you, sweetie. But I can’t say I mind it. That said . . .” Sylvia strolls in front of me before draping her arms over my shoulders. “Who says you’re going t—!”

The little bits of sparked mist she slides along my bare skin would be enough to melt Aurora into that star at her chest. Only I’m not Aurora. I’m Yancy. When Aurora needed something, she waited for it to happen and craved it in suffering silence. When Yancy needs something, and it won’t hurt anyone . . . she takes it.

My lips mash into Sylvia’s, feet lifting off the air to add a little extra force to the kiss. That isn’t what silences her, or stops that silly attempt to make me stop. What does that, is the red desire, that crimson need pulsing into her lips with every beat of her heart until it matches the beat of mine perfectly. My need for her body. My need for her surrender. My need to have my Sylvia be mine on this special night after so much waiting and so much needing.

When I break the kiss she stumbles back, her hands resting on the glass kitchen table behind her. This place is nothing if not fancy. I’ll need to make sure she stays here every time we’re in town.

“I say it, silly. And to show you just how serious I am . . .” I hold my hand up to my lips and blow her a kiss. Red points of light fly from my lips, and her glassy eyes barely widen as the lights find her wrists, turning to red metal shackles before they tug her back down onto the table. As nice as her breasts would look squished against that glass, I think I’d much rather be tasting them than just watching them.

With a snap of my finger another two red metal shapes form over her feet, holding them down to the floor with her legs spread so wide apart. She struggles, but all it does is make her skirt slide higher and higher so I can see just how stained her panties are, and just how slick her thighs are. I’ve never done anything like this before, and it is a thrill.

It isn’t like Sylvie wouldn’t let me explore her however I desire, but taking her like this, so powerfully, savoring this intoxicating power flowing through my veins, through every pore . . .

Nikki moans, a hand sliding down between her legs to rub over that wet spot. “Don’t worry, Nikki sweetie. You’re next? But I’ve been daydreaming of doing this since I realized how easy it would be . . . Just didn’t have the push to do it till now.” I reach down and flip Sylvia’s skirt up, letting a nail flash red just long enough to be covered in sharp metal.

Slicing away Sylvia’s panties reveals the flush drooling lips of her pussy, and the sent growing that much stronger makes me moan. I flick that red away and let out a long happy sigh. Sylvia looks fuzzily up to my eyes, hers glassy and filled with so much desire, and confusion both.

“Can’t tell me that you don’t like a good mindfuck now and then, Sylvia . . . I wouldn’t believe you for a moment. But that isn’t really important right now. What’s important, is that I’m going to be fucking more than just your mind.” I reach down and pull my skirt up, hiking it easily up over the curves of my ass before tugging the black thong down so I can kick it away.

My moans mingle with Nikki and Sylvia’s as I stroke slowly along my slit before smearing my lust along Sylvia’s lips. She knows what it means without me saying a word. That’s how slick I am before even getting started.

But I can’t hold back any longer.

I slowly continue to rub, and moan as where the thong rested over my body, and inside of me pulses with that red energy before I slowly pull back my hand. Maybe normal metal would hurt to use as a strap-on shaped just for my sister’s body, but this is my metal. It can yield, it can shift, it can give without breaking. I grasp Sylvia’s hips, and thrust to the hilt.

It moves inside of me as she clenches around the metal shaft filling her, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath. We’ve never fucked like this before. It’s always just been primal lovemaking, maybe powers, but no real time to play around or explore with very rare exceptions. Bringing in a magical sex toy is something special, something new. I can feel just how much she needs more, and just how hard it is for her to think already.

I pull my hips back and grind forward again, squeezing her hips tighter as I press so tight against her. Red pulses inside of both of us before I take control of it and thrust it right between Sylvia’s legs and into her mind. “Going to . . . fuck . . . your mind out!” My hips match the cadence of my words, moving slow, bot raw, mashing us so tight, so close.

“Fuck . . . mind . . . out! Fuck . . . fuck . . . Fuck my mind out, Yancy!” Sylvia screaming out my new name makes my ass clench so tight, even more than the sight of her breasts bouncing with each thrust still bound up under her shirt.

Knowing she can make another just like it my nail turns red again. I curl the blade-nail just inside of the center of her star, tearing the top and her bra open before throwing it up past her breasts. So full, capped with such yummy two-colored nipples. I’ve never seen a pair of breasts I needed like these.

But right now all I care about is fucking her. Fucking her body. Fucking her mind. Fucking my red into the very core of her being.

I squeeze her hips tighter, thrusting in that hard, slow rhythm that soon matches the rhythm of her cries. “C-can . . . f-feel . . . r-red . . . f-fuuuuucking out my brain!” Her eyes glow such a deep vibrant red, pulsing brighter with each thrust as a pleasant jiggle slides through her body and we mash harder together.

Both of us, so slick, glistening,d ripping, moaning as I pound the hard red length into her pussy and even deeper into her mind. “C-cum, cum a-and lose it all . . . t-to meeee!”

She can’t hold back. The command overrides what little is left behind her eyes as the red pulses brighter, and she arches as high off the table as she can to meet my next thrust.

Red blinds my vision, blinds me of everything but the feeling of her body, and the certainty, the knowledge that her body and mind in this blissful perfect moment belong to me. I Moan, melting over her body to kiss and nuzzle into her bare skin. She tastes like mindless pleasure, and helpless craving.

She needs more, and far be it for me to deny her.

“We aren’t done, Sylvia . . . we’re never going to be done. I’m going to keep fucking you all night, until the only thing you even remember how to say . . .” I pull back just enough to thrust in deeper, and she screams.

“YANCY!”

“Exactly . . . Then, I’ll do the same to Nikki. You two will be thinking again, eventually . . . But no one is going to mind if they don’t see the two of you for a couple of days. Maybe we’ll invite over the whole band, a bit of the family, a few friends . . . Because this doesn’t end, until all of us are so satisfied that the next time we need this again, it’ll burn even hotter.”

I move my hips again, and Sylvia cries out louder, eyes shining an even brighter red.

Her body is misting on it’s own, but all it does is let me taste how empty her mind is of anything but my own words and our mutual, overpowering need for each other.

A need, that is never going to stay unfulfilled for so long again.