The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

ONE

As Sandy stepped out of her house to collect the mail, she noted her next door neighbors busily loading their car with luggage. Hank and Greta Jones were packing up for a two month road trip across the states. Sandy walked over to the edge of the fence. “Time for the voyage already?” she called.

Hank huffed as he tossed the last suitcase into the back of the car, and said, “Yep! Hey, Greta, anything we’re forgetting?”

“No, I don’t think so,” said Greta, checking to make sure she had the keys. “Let me just wake Mark to let him know we’re leaving…” As she said this, their son Mark, a tall, lanky, blond haired young man of 19 stepped sleepily out of the house.

“Aw, you guys are ready already?” he yawned. “I could have helped.” He waved to Sandy, who smiled and waved back.

“No problem,” said Hank. He gave his son a hug and said, “Well, take care of the house, and if anything goes wrong, you can call Sandy here.” He turned to Sandy and grinned. “Make sure he stays out of trouble, huh?”

Sandy laughed, and said, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll watch him like a hawk.” She winked at Mark, who smiled sheepishly.

After Greta kissed Mark on the cheek, the two got in the car, and took off, Mark and Sandy watching them go. Once they were out of sight, Mark yawned again, and rubbed his eyes. “Man, what time is it?” he muttered.

“It’s 9 AM,” said Sandy, a little bemused. “You stay up partying all night?”

“Ah, playin’ some games,” said Mark.

Sandy nodded. “Ah, the idle days of youth,” she said with a smirk. “An old woman like me, however, can’t stay up too late.”

Mark chuckled a bit. “Ah, come on, you’re only 35,” he said. “And you look maybe 30.” His eyes glanced appreciatively over Sandy’s fit body. The fact that she wore a low cut shirt, certainly helped the view. He suddenly realized he was checking her out and quickly glanced away.

Sandy smiled brightly. “Aw, why thank you, Mark. You’re very sweet. You’ve grown into a rather handsome young man yourself. So tall! I bet the girls are all over you back at school.”

Mark gave a nervous laugh and blushed a bit, “Ah, well, not really...”

Sandy laughed. “Oh, you’re just under confident. Anyway, I got to go get some work done, but if you want anything, just let me know. The pool is ready to go as of yesterday, so if you’re bored and want to take a swim, or something, feel free.”

Mark’s smile widened at this. “Hey, cool, thanks a lot! I’ll take you up on that.”

The two parted ways, Mark going back to his bedroom to catch some more sleep, and Sandy going to her office to start the day’s work. As she went through her mail, she thought back on Mark. She hadn’t been lying when she complimented him; he looked quite handsome. Maybe not cool and slick, but he had a masculine cuteness to him. Perhaps part of it was his manner. He clearly thought she looked good, but he was shy.

Sandy smiled. It had been some time since she had had some fun with a man, much less a younger man. And Mark’s folks wouldn’t be back for two months straight, which gave Sandy plenty of time to take things slow. She’d give it a couple days before she really started up, but it wouldn’t hurt to give just a little push now.

Sandy cast out with her psychic senses, extending her minds eyes and ears to clairvoyantly peek in on Mark as he went to bed. She noticed with delight that he slept naked, and at the moment, didn’t bother pulling the sheet over himself. He was indeed already asleep again. Sandy reached into his mind gently, to see his dreams. They weren’t particularly interesting, just a jumble of settings and random conversations.

Sandy decided that wouldn’t do at all, and she began to mold Mark’s dream. The young man went from sitting in a boring class room talking to old high school friends about some movie that didn’t actually exist, to kneeling naked in a candlelit room, lavishly furnished, and smelling of heady incense. Sandy projected an image of herself into the room, sitting on a couch, completely nude. In the dream, Sandy beckoned Mark, who crawled over to her. She spread her legs and Mark, simply accepting the logic of dreams as dreamers do, went along with the scene and kissed Sandy’s pussy. As he did, he felt a trembling of pleasure along his cock, which throbbed intensely.

In the waking world, Mark’s cock erected quickly, and as he rolled partially onto his stomach, his hips twitched, pressing his cock to the mattress unconsciously. His dream of eating out Sandy seemed to go on and on, and every lick and suckle and kiss he gave her inflamed his own sex with pleasure of growing intensity. Sandy held him in the dream for nearly an hour, keeping him asleep even when the pleasure got to the point it should have woken him up. Still, dream or not, his cock could only handle so much stimulation, and Sandy smiled with delight as her psychic vision showed Mark’s body shake, and his cock spasm rapidly, making a huge wet stain on his comforter. Only then did Sandy release him from the dream, and go back to work at her computer.

Mark awoke a half hour later, feeling incredibly refreshed, but also quite embarrassed when he saw just how big a mess he had made. He glanced through his window to Sandy’s house, and swallowed hard, the dream still incredibly vivid in his mind. And as the day went on, Sandy made sure to periodically peek back in on Mark, and refresh the memory of the dream in his mind.

For the first week, Sandy gradually stepped up her ministrations. Every night she made him dream of sex, usually with her, but sometimes other women she pulled from his memory helping out. Always, Mark was in a submissive position, spending the whole dream kneeling and eating the women out, or he would be tied down to a bed while the women fucked and stroked him and rode his face, or even he would be made to masturbate while the women watched him and giggled. Mark was waking up with wet sheets every day.

Sandy didn’t stop with just dreams, either. She began planting day dreams into his head as well, and this of course, inspired Mark to masturbate. Sandy enjoyed the view as she watched him through clairvoyance, laying on his bed, or sitting on the couch and stroking himself vigorously. She had learned by probing his mind that he was a virgin, and like a virgin, he knew little about taking his time with sex. Whenever he masturbated, he stroked to get himself off as quickly as possible, unable to control himself enough to take his time.

This only inspired Sandy to be all the more wicked. After a solid week of riling up Mark and letting him get off any time he wanted, Sandy believed he was sufficiently used to this to take it completely for granted. Now, Sandy thought with amusement, the real fun would begin.

On the seventh night, as Mark was moaning in his sleep from the intensely erotic dreams, Sandy reached into his mind and began to tinker a bit. She located the little cluster of memories and logical connections that was everything Mark knew about masturbation: how to do it, why to do it, what it even was. With delicate precision, Sandy psychically closed off that little cluster. Now, when Mark woke up, he would have no idea how to masturbate. He would feel the urge to touch himself, but would be incapable of figuring out how. Even if he were to research how or accidentally stumble on a method, the information would not click in his mind.

When that was done, Sandy moved over to the cluster of his mind that controlled his orgasms. Even if he couldn’t bring himself off, the last week proved he was more than capable of releasing through the dreams she gave him. There would be no more of that, Sandy decided. She reached in and simply turned off his ability to orgasm. Now, no matter how aroused or how intensely stimulated, he would not release.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Sandy left Mark to shudder and moan through his dreams.

TWO

Two weeks had gone by, and while for Sandy they had been incredibly amusing, for Mark they had been an utter hell. Every night, he dreamed of sex, usually with his very attractive next door neighbor, and every morning, he woke up feeling more riled up than ever; for some reason, he stopped ejaculating in the middle of the night, despite the intensity if the dreams. Throughout the day, the dreams haunted his thoughts, and at night, he was utterly amazed he could even get to sleep. His balls were aching almost constantly. If only he could find some way to relieve them.

But somehow, he couldn’t even fathom how, he had forgotten how to masturbate. No matter what he tried, he was simply unable to do it. And he knew no girls he could call up to help relieve him, and he was terrible at picking up women. In the state he was in, he’d likely just scare them off.

Mark was mulling about the house, trying to ignore his erection, when the thought occurred to him that a nice, cool swim might take his mind off things. He changed into his bathing suit and stepped out the back porch to cross over in Sandy’s back yard. She wasn’t there, but Mark didn’t think she’d mind if he just helped himself. At any rate, he wanted to get into the water and cool himself down; the mere thought of Sandy caused all his dreams to rush back into his head and made him throb.

Mark stepped into the pool and sighed as the cool water soothed the ache in his balls and eased down his cock. He sat on the submerged steps for a moment and leaned back, closing his eyes to relax. He suddenly jumped as he heard a loud splash from the other end. Jerking up and blinking his eyes in the sun, he saw the diving board shake and within seconds, Sandy was popping up in front of him, dressed in only a white bikini.

“Jesus!” said Mark. “You scared me!”

Sandy laughed. “I saw you out here and thought I’d join you. Sorry for startling you.”

Mark nodded. He fought the urge to let his eyes roam over her figure. “Ah, well, sorry for not asking, but you said I could come any time…”

“And I meant it,” said Sandy, dipping her body so all but her neck and head was submerged. “So, how are things going Mark? I don’t see you heading out much. You doing okay?”

“Oh, uh, I’m just sort of taking it easy…” he said. He leaned forward, hoping it would hide his erection, which was had found new life. As Sandy smiled he tried very, very hard not to picture her moist lips wrapping around his cock head.

“That’s good,” said Sandy. “Well, don’t just sit there, swim a few laps.”

“I’m, uh, good for now,” said Mark.

Sandy shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said. She turned and started swimming towards the other end, touched the wall and swam back. The pool was only twelve feet long, and she cleared the distance quickly, cleaving the water with ease. She did laps for a while, and Mark watched her cut through the water, unable to stop himself from admiring her figure. Looking at her legs as they kicked made him imagine them wrapped around his hips. Seeing her hands as they touched the walls made him imagine her fingers wrapped around his manhood. The more he watched her, the more he could imagine it, almost feel the pressure around his cock, firm yet gentle. In fact, he could almost feel it squeezing and releasing him in a steady rhythm.

He was so mesmerized watching her, he didn’t even realize that he was pressing his hand against himself until his breathing, which had gotten steadily heavier, became a series of gasps and his body shook. Sandy stopped her laps as she neared Mark’s end and stood, trying to catch her breath. Unabashed, Mark stared at her fully, his eyes starting at her breasts and moving down her toned tummy to the edge of her bikini bottom which barely cleared the top of the water on this end. Mark let out a shuddering gasp.

“Mark?” said Sandy. “What are you doing?”

Mark shook his head and blinked and looked at her, then felt the rhythmic flexing of his cock. Eyes wide, he looked down to see the head of his cock was peeking out from the waistband of his swim trunks, and his hand was pressing against his length through the cloth. The sharp peak of pleasure rippled through him, however, and he let out a sound that was a half a gasp and half a cry as he saw, with horror a huge gout of thick, white semen surge from his cock head. He let go of himself, and the feelings began to fade, but it was already too late… more of his cum pumped out, shooting through the water for a few inches, before slowing and floating lazily in the lack of current. All Mark managed to do was ruin the orgasm.

Mark looked up Sandy, red as a beet. His jaw worked, but no sound came out. Sandy was watching him with a curious expression, which Mark couldn’t decipher. “Oh, my, Mark…” she said in an almost whisper.

“I’m s-s-sorry!” Mark managed to gasp out before nearly leaping out of the pool and running straight back to his house.

“Mark wait!” said Sandy. All she received in reply was the back door to Mark’s house slamming, but Sandy could not hide the huge grin on her face.

THREE

Mark took extra care to avoid Sandy the following week, cursing himself for somehow, maybe reflexively, remembering a way of masturbating at the worst possible time. And almost worst of all, he had somehow forgotten just as quickly. Although his balls had felt some relief for the next couple days, the orgasm hadn’t truly satisfied him, so it’s not like he could even say it was worth it for that.

Sandy did not physically confront him in that time, but she did not let up on the dreams. In fact, she only intensified them, putting him in scenarios where he was forced to masturbate before Sandy and other women, utterly humiliating him, before forcing him to eat them out or tickling his cock with everything from bare fingers to feathers to vibrators, and once, even an electro-stimulation unit.

Finally, Sandy sensed that poor Mark was about to crack like an egg. She decided that now would be the time. Waiting until the afternoon, she pulled a measuring cup from her cabinet and walked over to Mark’s place. She knocked on the door and waited patiently as she sensed Mark approach it, then spend the next two minutes debating whether or not to answer. Sandy was just about to plant to notion into his head to open the door, when Mark finally did it on his own. He was blushing furiously, and wouldn’t look her in the eye.

“Um… hi, Sandy…” he said.

“Hi, Mark,” she said sweetly. “I hate to be all cliché, but I don’t suppose I could borrow a cup of sugar? I was going to make some cookies, and I appear to be short.”

“Oh… um… sure…” said Mark. “Come on in…”

“Thanks,” she said, and stepped inside. She didn’t even need her psychic powers to feel Mark’s eyes on her. She had dressed in a low cut top and a not quite short, but not exactly modest skirt, both of which hugged her curves quite nicely. Mark led her to the kitchen cupboard.

“Um, Sandy?” said Mark, fidgeting.

“Yes,” she said innocently, fishing out the sugar and pouring some in her cup.

“Are you gunna… tell my folks?” he said.

“About what?”

“About the pool. About what I, um… what I did…”

Sandy turned to Mark and smiled. “Well, it was quite naughty of you. But, no. In fact, I’m almost a little flattered.”

Mark’s eyes widened in surprise. “You... you are? I mean, you’re not upset?”

“Well, I admit I was a bit surprised,” Sandy lied, fighting a smirk. “But I’ll keep this our little secret. Still, I had no idea you had those kinds of feelings for me Mark.”

“I’ve, um, I’ve been having dreams about you,” Mark blurted out. “Almost every night, I dream about us having sex… or… or you doing things to me.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, its got me so riled up.”

“I see,” said Sandy. “Well, it’s okay to have these feelings, Mark. It’s a normal, healthy thing for a young man like you. You shouldn’t be ashamed to think such thoughts.” She paused. “Although… you should be a little ashamed to just suddenly start masturbating in front of someone like that. That can get you in trouble.”

“I know, I know,” said Mark. “It’s just… I don’t know what got over me. I haven’t been able to touch myself for weeks, and all of a sudden, I was just doing it, and I didn’t even realize it until you caught me.”

“You can’t masturbate?” said Sandy.

Mark shook his head. “I don’t know why, but I just… can’t. I haven’t cum in weeks, and I keep dreaming about you and its driving me crazy.”

Sandy smiled slyly. “Well, that would explain why the load you shot was so big.” Mark looked utterly humiliated. “Oh, Mark, don’t worry about it. Sorry, I can’t help but tease you a bit.”

“Can you… um… can you, maybe, help me out?” said Mark.

“Hmm? Help you out?” said Sandy. “How so?”

“Can you… god, I can’t believe I’m asking this… I’m you’re not… you’re not with anybody right now, are you? I know I’m almost half your age, but could you… um…”

“Would you like me to stroke you off, Mark?” said Sandy.

Mark jumped, and his cock lurched. “Yes… yes, please…”

“I dunno,” said Sandy. “You’re not bad on the eyes, Mark, but I really don’t think your parents would appreciate their next door neighbor sexing up their son.”

“Oh, god, please…” Mark said. “Please, my balls are killing me, I need to cum so bad, I can’t stand it. I can’t do it myself, I need help, and… and… and I want it to be you, you’re the one I’m always thinking about.”

Sandy frowned slightly and pretending to think on it. As she did, she sniped Mark’s mind with dirty thoughts, images of her fucking him, sucking him, stroking him; each little sexual notion rose his libido higher and higher. His cock was now unbearably tense, bulging his shorts lewdly.

Only when Mark got on his knees, and started begging, did Sandy relent her psychic “enticement.” Mark was nearly on the verge of tears, he was so riled up. Sandy leaned down and patted his head affectionately. “We better do this at my place,” she said. “Come along.”

He couldn’t have looked happier if he’d been handed a million dollars. He leaped to his feet and followed Sandy to her house.

FOUR

As soon as they were in the door, Sandy told Mark to strip naked. He complied in a flash, too aroused to feel embarrassed. Sandy’s eyebrows raised in appreciation at seeing his sizable cock sticking straight up. His balls were a dark shade and pre-cum was already seeping from the tip as it quivered, oh so eager for some action.

Sandy lead Mark by the hand into her living room, where she sat Mark down on the couch. She sat on the coffee table in front of him, setting the cup of sugar down, still fully dressed, but making sure he got a full view of her cleavage. She placed her hands gently on Mark’s bare knees, and he jumped at the touch. Sandy looked into his eyes and smiled. She leaned down, until her face was only inches from his cock, and he could feel her breath on his pulsing member.

“Mark,” she said after inspecting his erection for a few tense moments. “Are you a virgin?” Mark, utterly transfixed, took a moment to answer, but as Sandy looked up at him again, Mark hesitantly nodded. “Oh, I see.” Sandy pulled back. “A virgin. Hmm… that’s too bad.” She stood and picked up the cup of sugar, taking it to the kitchen.

Mark let out a breath he hadn’t know he’d been holding. “Wh-what… why? What’s wrong?”

Sandy called from the kitchen. “I really shouldn’t be your first, Mark,” she said. “Your first should be with someone really special to you. Someone who preferably isn’t 16 years your senior.” She pulled out a jar that had plenty of sugar in it and poured the cup she’d gotten from Mark into it. She then got out two glasses, one she filled with wine, the other she filled with water. She took her time with this, and as she did, she once again sniped Mark’s mind with dirty images and fantasies.

On the couch, Mark’s eyes went wide. He could not get the fantasies of Sandy sucking and fucking him out of his head no matter how hard he tried and his penis twitched comically as the arousal flowed over him even more intensely. “Oh, god…” gasped Mark. “Sandy!”

Sandy came into the room, setting the glasses on the table, sipping the wine slowly. Mark looked up at her glassy eyed as his mind swirled in its lewd fantasies. Sandy smiled wickedly as she saw his cock jump.

“You should really take care of that, Mark,” said Sandy, sitting down on a chair opposite the couch. “You look like you’re ready to burst.”

“I don’t know how!” Mark gasped out. He let out a cry as Sandy sent another concentrated sliver of arousal through him. He almost came right there, but Sandy’s psychic block prevented it.

Sandy was amazed at Mark’s resilience, but Sandy knew he was going to lose it very soon. She stood and slowly stripped in front of him, kicking off her shoes and sliding her skirt and shirt off. Mark watched with wide eyes, and Sandy didn’t even need to telepathically entice him further. But of course, she did. And before she could even finish unclasping her bra, Mark completely lost it.

He leaped off the couch, nearly tripping over the coffee table, and lunged at Sandy. Sandy gasped as he tore the bra off her front and yanked her panties down viciously. Blind with lust, he shoved her to floor and collapsed onto her, his unbearably hard cock ramming straight into her. His first thrust stole the breath of Sandy’s lunges from the sheer force, but as he began to buck wildly into her, intense pleasure bloomed from her core, and she let out a loud moan of delight.

Mark fucked her like a crazed animal, and Sandy wailed in ecstasy, clutching at him as if for dear life. She came quickly; she couldn’t take this kind of stimulation for more than a few minutes, especially after she’d riled herself up with weeks of anticipation. As soon as one orgasm hit, the other followed in rapid pursuit. Again and again, Sandy came, nearly thirty times over the next ten minutes. But, lost in the moment and feeling selfish and mean in her rapture, she still did not let Mark cum.

Finally, Sandy could take no more, and with a psychic push, she forced Mark to stop fucking her. Letting out a devastated cry, he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to Sandy. But as Sandy floated down from her orgasmic high, she did not leave Mark unattended. Mark’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped as, even though he was no longer fucking her, the sensations of his dick pistoning into Sandy’s pussy did not cease. In his minds eye, Sandy was now on top of him, fucking him as vigorously as he fucked her, and Mark could only thrash and cry as his did was assaulted with wave after wave of intense pleasure.

It was some time before Sandy finally stood up, finally relenting her ministrations on Mark. By that point, Mark’s mind had given up and had collapsed into dreamless unconsciousness. Sandy smiled almost pityingly at him and then winced when she saw how swollen and dark his balls were. She kissed his forehead. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give you a little relief now.”

Sandy placed her lips just around the tip of his cock, then telepathically tickled the nerves in his groin. His cock clenched once, holding the tension for nearly five seconds, and then relaxed. Semen oozed out of his cock impotently, simply draining out into Sandy’s mouth. There was no pleasurable sensation of orgasm, not that Mark was conscious for that anyway, merely the draining of semen. Still, the amount was impressive, and Sandy swallowed a half dozen times just to contain it all.

She then grabbed a pillow and throw blanket off the couch, setting the pillow under Mark’s head and spreading the blanket over him. She kissed his forehead again. “See you in the morning,” she said, as she went upstairs to shower. She knew before the next month was up, she would have to undo her psychically induced conditions and erase most of his memories regarding their little playtime. But until then, she planned on having as much fun with him as she could.