The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jim came home a few hours later. Violet was watching TV on the couch, and he went over and kissed her. “Hey, babe,” he said. “How are you feeling?” When she turned to him, he frowned at her downcast expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Violet hugged Jim tightly to her and kissed him deeply, then rest her head against his chest. Jim held her, stroking her hair. “Shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he said. “What happened? Tell me.”

Violet took a moment to gather her thoughts, then said, “Have I ever taken things too far with you?” Jim was a little surprised by the question. Violet pulled back a bit and looked into his face, eyes searching. “Be honest with me. Have I ever used my powers to a point where it got to be too much and I still didn’t stop? I know at class the other day, you told me to quit it, you said ‘seriously, stop’, but I didn’t. I just kept tormenting you.”

“Well… you made it up to me right after,” said Jim.

“That’s no excuse,” said Violet. “Please, was there any other time?”

Jim sighed. “Yeah. Once or twice. You always make the sex play so amazing, but once in a while it gets to a certain point where it’s enough already and I really would like it to stop. But I love you and I trust you, and it’s the least I can do to let you enjoy yourself in return. And I mean, you haven’t ever really hurt me.”

“Oh, Jim,” said Violet. “Maybe I haven’t hurt you yet, but I could. I should stop when you tell me to stop and you truly mean it. You shouldn’t just let me do that to you.”

Jim hesitated before saying, “It’s not like I have a choice, really. When you want to have your fun with me, it’s not like I can do anything to stop you.”

Violet hugged him tightly again. “Oh, god, I was afraid you were going to say that. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You should never have to feel that way. Not for real. Its one thing to make that part of the fantasy, but I never wanted you to feel that way about our relationship.”

Jim held her, surprised at how sad she sounded. “It’s okay,” he said.

“No, no it isn’t,” she said. She pulled back again. “Before I met you, I used my powers to fuck with people. It usually wasn’t anything major, but I never really thought about the consequences of what I was doing. I’d be at work, and I’d see some guy looking through the lingerie aisle, and I’d peek into his mind and see him fantasizing about his girlfriend wearing the stuff he was looking at. I’d reach into his head and snap his libido up all the way, and he’d go running home with his dick nearly tearing through his pants. I’d chat with friends online and reach out and tease up the ones I knew had a crush on me, so they’d masturbate while they chatted with me.”

“That’s the past,” said Jim. “You stopped doing that a long time ago.”

“Only a couple years,” said Violet. “And I really thought I’d gotten over it. But I haven’t have I? I’ve just been fucking with you instead. I mean, maybe that’s the real reason I always have a version of me watching you in the illusions. I say it’s because I want you to know I’m there for you and I want to watch you enjoy yourself, but maybe I do it because I want to revel in what I’m doing to you. I want to see you twist in my power.”

“Hey,” said Jim, taking her by the shoulder. “Come on. Stop this line of thinking. You’re freaking yourself out.” He looked Violet in the eyes. “Look, so you get a little carried with me sometimes. I forgive you. Really. I mean, maybe from now on we should use a safe word or something, but I forgive you. And when you use the illusions on me, and I feel you watching me, I don’t feel like I’m just a toy you’re playing with. I feel like you’re giving me an incredible gift. And I can see the enjoyment on your face. It’s not a person amused by how they can cruelly manipulate someone. The way your eyes sparkle and your smile widens when you watch me climax, it’s someone who’s proud of the pleasure they can bring their lover. And you should be very, very proud.”

Violet saw the sincerity in his eyes and let out a sigh. “Thank you,” she said. She kissed him again. “I love you Jim, I really do. I’m just, when Doug was telling me about everything Sara did to him and the things she did before she flipped out on him, I just kept imaging everything I used to do. I don’t want to be like her. She sounds like she’s exactly the kind of person I was afraid of becoming.”

“Wait, who’re Doug and Sara?” said Jim.

“Oh, right,” said Violet. “Doug’s our neighbor, the one who was getting tortured. Sara’s the witch who’s been torturing him.”

“Ah,” said Jim. “Did you do some more investigating today?”

Violet frowned. “Um… well… I sort of bumped into him at the soda machine, and I got him talking. I brought him up here and I got him to explain his situation for me. I couldn’t help it, he just looked so miserable I had to do something, if nothing else find out what the situation was.”

“Wait, you brought him here?” Jim said a bit alarmed. “When was this?”

“He left a few hours ago,” said Violet. “We started talking about his situation, but it got to be too much for him and he let me just read a few of his memories. It’s awful. He’s been getting sexually tortured by a witch named Sara for like the past five years. I mean, really, seriously tortured. Every couple of weeks she uses her magic to rape the shit out of him with inhuman levels of pleasure and she never lets him release any sexual tension. He hasn’t had an orgasm in years, can’t touch himself, or initiate sex. She destroys every normal relationship he tries to be in.”

“Jesus, what the hell for?” said Jim.

“Apparently, all for not letting her use him,” said Violet. “He dumped her because she was abusing him, and that just made her abuse him ever harder. And at the same time, she goes out and uses her powers to molest and rape other people, apparently. I mean stuff even worse than I used to do.”

Jim’s brow furrowed. “That’s horrible,” he said. He paused. “Look, I can understand you wanting to help him, but this bitch doesn’t sound like someone you should be messing with. I don’t think you should be getting in the middle of this.” He dug a piece of paper out of his pants. “I found the number to that organization. It’s a group called S.O.S. Supernatural Operations Specialists. I haven’t called them yet.”

“Okay, let’s give them a shot,” said Violet. She smiled. “Thanks a lot, sweetie. You’re such a good guy.”

Jim smiled, and pulled out his cell phone. As he started to dial the number, he said, “So. You read his mind?”

“Yes,” said Violet.

“Did you do anything else to him?” said Jim. Violet didn’t answer. Jim turned to her, his thumb hovering over the Send key on his phone. “You said he hadn’t gotten off or had normal sex in years. Did you try and do anything to him to relieve that?”

Violet frowned again. “Yes,” she said.

“What did you do?” he said. His voice was calm, but Violet could detect a hint of wariness in his voice.

“I didn’t have sex with him,” she said. “I wouldn’t do that to you and it wouldn’t have helped him anyway. I put him into one of my illusions. I’m sorry, I know those are supposed to be just for us, but it was the only way I could think of to give him the chance to relieve himself, if only in his dream state.”

Jim’s face remained unreadable for a moment, but then he relaxed and nodded. “Okay. That’s okay. I’m glad you tried to help him. Just shows you’re a good woman.”

Violet let out a breath of relief. “Thanks for understanding,” she said.

“So which one did you give him?” he said.

“Moonlit Field,” she said. “With the crimson-eyed woman.”

Jim nodded approvingly. “Very nice,” he said. Then he opened his mouth to ask, but Violet cut him off:

“And no, I didn’t have myself there watching.”

“Suuuure, you didn’t,” Jim teased and Violet chuckled. Jim hit the send key on the phone, then waited for someone to pick up. Unfortunately, however, the line seemed to be busy. After a few more failed attempts, they decided to try again in the morning. Violet was sure Doug could handle another day, especially now that he could finally relax some.