The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You got any cranberry juice?”

Matt needed a moment to wrap his head around what was happening. He stood, stone-faced, in his kitchen, as he watched Janey pulling a bottle of vodka off of the top of the very refrigerator that had shocked her days ago before opening the fridge door and browsing its contents. Even though Janey typically does the grocery shopping, and knows what’s inside her own refrigerator, Matt had to let his wife know that, no—they did not have cranberry juice.

He’d even had to argue with her about putting her cigarette out. Janey was always so funny about smells in her home—and tobacco was always a clear no-no. Yet, there she was—trying to break her own rule. With a roll of her eyes and a petulant sigh, she had finally snuffed it out.

Now, sticking her head in the fridge to search, Janey was obnoxiously bending over, allowing her ass to peek out from under her lycra hooker skirt. With a peak over her shoulder, Matt could see that she was grinning as she checked to see if he was staring. This was all part of the service apparently.

Matt also couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing panties, and that the handle of a buttplug was visible and poking out from between her buttcheeks. As Matt looked away, Reed’s note popped into his mind.

She’s extra filthy and up for ANYTHING!

Matt still held the note in his hand, slowly crumpling it up inside his tightening fist before tossing it onto the counter in a ball.

“It’s cool,” Janey said, reaching for a diet coke can. “I can mix it with this.”

Once she poured her drink, with only a splash of the diet coke, she left a mess on the counter, and then began to stroll around the house, glancing around at the decor, curling her nose up at their home’s various accents of decoration. She particularly winced at a simple farm landscape oil painting—which Janey herself had picked out and loved. This Janey seemed to find it boring and basic.

This woman is a completely different person, he realized.

“So…what do you do?” his wife asked him.

Practically screaming on the inside, Matt figured he’d play along. With a flat voice, he answered, “I’m in counseling.”

Janey nodded in feigned interest. “Cool. So, you’re, like, a doctor or something.”

For fuck’s sake, Matt thought, getting frustrated at having to have a “get-to-know-you” conversation with his wife of six years. “No, I’m not a doctor.”

Janey made an “oh-well” face, as if any chance of being impressed was suddenly dashed. She sauntered off and continued inspecting their home.

What am I supposed to do here? he asked himself. Am I gonna have sex with her? Like this? Something about it felt wrong. They had played their roleplay games with the chip before everything went to hell—but this was different. Janey had consented to it those other times, because she felt safe with him. Matt knew that she wasn’t safe with Reed’s commands. How would this version of Janey react to seeing my dick? he wondered, and again, Reed’s note replayed in his head.

She won’t laugh at you this time (she’ll do her best to suppress it!).

After circling the house on her own, she slunk into view again, grinning at him from down their hallway. Matt still wasn’t used to the heavy make-up yet, and her pink fishnets made her look even trashier.

“So…” she purred. “…are you a virgin?”

Matt couldn’t help but react, visibly annoyed. He shook his head, letting a soft laugh escape at how ridiculous his life had become.

Janey was apologetic. “Hey, I’m only asking because usually when it’s someone else’s treat, it’s because the customer is a virgin, you know?”

Matt looked back at her, scoffing. “What?”

“It’s usually a friend helping a friend out,” she explained. “And I just figured—you aren’t paying. My handler said not to worry about taking money from you—”

“Your handler?” Matt asked. “And who’s your handler?”

Janey got a dreamy look on her face, with a naughty grin to boot. “Mr. Reeeed…” she bit her lower lip and swayed her hips from side to side as if she couldn’t stay still all of a sudden. “He’s like my pimp, but, you know, he treats me real good—”

“Okay, okay,” Matt interrupted. “I don’t wanna know. Jesus…”

“Hey,” Janey said, her voice suddenly back to normal, but distracted by something new. She bounced over to a framed photo of Matt and…herself—on their wedding day. “You’re maaaarried?” She laughed and looked at him like he was the sneakiest man she’d ever met. “You bad boy!” she said, still laughing. Composing herself, she continued, “Okay—I get it: the wife’s outta town, right? So, you figured you’d get a whore for the night—that it? To keep you company?”

Matt shook his head and looked away. She didn’t even recognize herself from a photo. Reed had thought of everything.

Janey slithered over to him and put her arms around him. “Are you a lonely boy tonight? Hmmmm? That it?” She whispered in his ear, breathing on his neck. Her breath smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, but her skin was as soft as it always was.

She’s my wife, Matt figured. Why do I feel like I have to keep my distance? For some psychological reason, Matt felt like it was cheating on Janey if he allowed this version of Janey to seduce him. It wasn’t our idea, he told himself. This is all Reed’s orchestrating.

“I’ll take good care of you, Matt,” she sang in his ear—a siren, calling him to shipwreck. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll suck your balls. I take it in the ass. Just rip this plug outta my butt and ram your dick up there—”

Matt grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him. “Wait—” he said, unsure of what he was going to do.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, mildly offended. The look on her face was upsetting—as if her pride was taking a hit by him resisting her. “I do something wrong?” she asked, with genuine concern.

That did it.

Matt’s will broke.

He missed his wife—yet, here she was, with her feelings hurt. It was too much for him. It was still her face. And he had hurt her by pushing her away. Matt couldn’t help but make it right again. As if by reflex, he embraced her.

Their lips met.

The taste of cigarettes and vodka and diet coke flooded his mouth. The familiar smell of Janey, the feeling of her lips on his, her eyelashes tickling his face—it all overwhelmed him. There was no turning back for him now. He was rock hard and he needed her.

It’s Janey, his brain told him. It’s still her in there.

He fumbled with Janey’s bra and let her tits free. When they fell into view, a familiar sight to Matt, he knew there was no turning back. Janey, grinning sexily, stuck her chest out. “Like what you see, Matt?” she asked, using his name even though she had just “met” him—as if they were close friends already. He roughly seized her chest, clenching her tits in his palms, then leaned down and took a hard nipple into his mouth. “Mmmmmmmmm…that’s good…” she sighed.

Janey’s hands began to roam Matt’s body, slowly making their way down to his belt buckle. “Lemme see what you’ve got down here,” she cooed. Slowly sinking down to her knees, she pulled Matt’s belt off and unzipped his pants, eagerly. Hooking her fingers into his waistband, she yanked his pants down.

His hard cock sprang into view, and…

Her face dropped.

Looking down, Matt saw the excited smile slowly fade from Janey’s face. He knew what she was feeling right away. Her face gave her quiet emotion away: disappointment.

She won’t laugh at you this time (she’ll do her best to suppress it!).

Janey quickly composed herself and looked up at him, forcing her smile to come back.

“It’s okay,” she said, heartfelt and full of support. “Really—it’s cool. I can work with it.”

Matt wasn’t surprised that there was a catch. Reed had kept an unreasonably high-bar for dick size in Janey’s head. He had to hand it to the jerk: she didn’t laugh, as promised. Instead, she was very supportive of Matt’s “problem”. Matt couldn’t decide which was worse, and instead forced himself to ignore her just as he had the night prior.

In one swift motion, Janey engulfed him into her mouth. She deepthroated him easily and rapidly began running her tightly wrapped lips up and down his shaft. It was the best blowjob Matt had ever received from her. It was almost like this was her job…

Fuck it, he thought, and grabbed the back of her head for support, then began thrusting into her mouth. As he fucked his wife’s face, his finger traced along the scar just above her neck. He imagined the pulses of electricity emitting from the chip at this moment. Sparks and jolts all working together at suppressing the real Janey, pushing her far back into her subconscious, while this whore was allowed to run the show on the surface.

This whore… Matt thought, causing an idea to take shape in his mind.

“You’re all paid for, right?” he asked, as he pounded his wife’s throat. Grabbing her by her hair, he jerked her off of his cock to allow her to answer.

“Sure am, stud—”

Before she could say anything else, Matt stuffed his wife’s mouth full of dick again. Through grunting and labored breaths, he spoke. “So…that means…you have to do what you’re told…right?”

With her mouth full, Janey’s stretched open lips curled at the edges into a smile. She nodded and gurgled out an affirmation.

Again, he yanked her head back “Tell me the truth: how big do you like your cocks?”

She looked straight ahead at his cock pointing at her face. Reluctantly, she raised her hands up in between them and, looking him in the eye, indicated an impossibly long 13-inch space between her open hands.

Matt laughed. “That big, huh?” he asked, and she shamelessly grinned. “You like giant footlong cocks, slut?” Now she looked excited and began vigorously nodding. “Well, if you have to do what you’re told—then, tell me that my dick is fucking huge.”

Janey was immediately on board. “Ooohh, baby—you have such a big cock.”

Matt laughed at her poor acting. She didn’t even believe a word of what she was saying, but he would take it. “Tell me more,” he said.

Grasping his cock in her hand, while catching her breath, Janey wiggled his member in the air, “This is a gigantic cock.”

“That’s it, whore,” he spat, before thrusting himself back into her throat. “Suck that huge cock you like so much.”

Janey began instinctively fondling Matt’s ballsack at he fucked her face, making him feel like he could explode at any minute. Not yet, he told himself, and pulled his cock from Janey’s throat.

“Whew!” she breathed, then looking up with a grin, asked, “You good?”

“Bend over,” he instructed, and his paid whore obeyed, turning around and dropping down onto her hands. In Matt’s gymnastic train of thought, he was back in charge of Janey. Nevermind that she was only going to fuck him because Marcus Reed had turned them into strangers and then told her to fuck him. No—right now—she was owned by Matt again.

Rented pussy.

Matt was too weak to resist. With Janey on her hands and knees, bent over on the floor, he flipped up her hooker skirt and grabbed ahold of her buttplug. “What’s this for?” he asked, jiggling it. He knew the answer—he just wanted to hear her say it.

Hooker Janey wasn’t ashamed. With a confident smile, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “Stretching my butt out to fit bigger dicks.”

He pulled it out and tossed it onto the coffee table where he and Janey used to do jigsaw puzzles on the weekends. With a clunk, the heavy metal of the plug put a small dent in the wood. Normally, Janey would’ve freaked at the furniture being damaged, but this Janey didn’t even notice. After all, it wasn’t her coffee table that got dented by her buttplug. Instead, she just stuck her ass out further and shook it, her thighs squeezed by the elastic of her fishnets.

“You gonna buttfuck me?” she asked, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I’m gonna ‘buttfuck’ you,” Matt answered. “Where’s your cigarettes?”

Surprised and confused, Janey pointed to her purse over by the door. Matt slapped her exposed ass and told her to go get them. “Grab your drink too, whore,” he said.

She laughed, as she got up. “You can call me Janey you kn—”

“No,” Matt cut her off. “You’re just ‘Whore’ tonight.”

“Hey, whatever gets your dick off,” she said, shrugging it off and not caring to argue about it. She snatched her pack of cigs and a lighter from her purse, then grabbed her vodka and diet coke as she reassumed her previous position. Facing away from Matt, she asked, “You want me to do anything with this? I thought you had a ‘rule’…” Janey rolled her eyes and grinned as she said “rule,” mockingly.

“No more rules,” Matt said as he stripped down, kicking his pants off to the side. “Gimme the lighter,” he commanded as he knelt down behind her, and she did just that. “Stick one in your mouth,” he instructed, and she did just that.

With ease, Matt slid his cock up his wife’s stretched-out asshole for the first time. She didn’t even react. The buttplug had done its job in prepping her. As he slid in and out of her, she moaned, his size obviously enough to satisfy her in this hole. He slid all the way up her insides, until her soft ass pressed against his waist. Then, grabbing the lighter, he reached around the length of her body and lit Hooker Janey’s cigarette as it dangled from her mouth. As if she had been doing it for years, she took a drag and puffed a plume of smoke out of the side of her mouth without even lifting her hands off the ground to take the cigarette out from between her lips. Like a steam train, she puffed one cloud of smoke after another into the air above them as Matt squeezed her hips and thrust harder and harder.

“Take a drink,” he instructed. “Smoke and get drunk while you get fucked in the ass, whore.”

Janey laughed at his uncouth request, adjusting her balance as she steadied herself up, still keeping her ass poking out behind her, with Matt’s dick never leaving its warm insides. “Sounds like you’re loosening up…” she remarked, then tossed back her vodka and diet coke, the ice clinking in the glass. Then, she took another drag, now holding her cig in between his middle and forefingers. “Like that, hon?” she asked.

He ignored her. “Take another drink,” he grunted, still pounding her.

She smiled. “Gladly…” and took a big swallow.

“Tell me what you are!”

Matt was getting closer.

“I’m drunk whore—”

“More!”

Closer.

“I’m a drunk trashy whore!”

“Keep going!”

Almost there.

With a long suck from her cigarette, Janey looked over her shoulder, then blew a large cloud into Matt’s face. “I’m a drunk trashy whore that has a stretched out asshole…”

That was it!

Matt hopped up to his feet, and, with bent knees, squatted down over his wife’s ass, his cock plunging in and out of her stretched out asshole, his hands tightly grasping her hips, and he emptied his balls into her. It seemed to go on for eternity as he pumped and pumped into Janey’s butt. Her drink splashed onto the rug and cigarette ashes fell to the floor. Finally, with one last thrust, he had no more cum left to deposit and his orgasm subsided.

Slipping out of her asshole, his dick fell limply. Without a second thought, Janey quickly snatched up her buttplug from the coffee table and stuffed herself again. She sheepishly looked back at him as he panted and watched as she forced the plug back in. “I don’t like feeling empty…” she admitted.

Matt’s world was rocked. He sat naked on the floor, his back against the wall, and his dick lying limp.

“I hope you were okay with that,” he mumbled at her.

Janey laughed. “Don’t worry about it—not even close to the freakiest thing a customer has made me do…”

I wasn’t talking to you… Matt thought.

Later that night, Hooker Janey curled up on the couch and fell asleep. She was drunk and worn out. Going through her purse, he found she had actually stolen some jewelry from their bedroom as she was touring the house earlier.

I bought these earrings for you last Christmas, he thought as he pulled them out of her purse. You’re stealing from yourself.

Matt went back into the kitchen and retrieved the balled up note from Reed. He skimmed the message over and over again, particularly the last line.

…and she’ll be a whore for good unless you tell me what information Blair Morgan gave you.

He pondered this. Had Blair been his mystery informant all along? It sure seemed so—if not, Matt couldn’t begin to think what else Reed could be referring to. But why would she volunteer such vital information? he wondered. How was she able to share it?

As he thought about this, he stared across the living room at his sleeping wife. In such a vulnerable state, it may as well have been Janey as she always had been. With her mind at rest, the implanted hooker personality felt miles away—dormant. That was his wife there on the couch.

…and she’ll be a whore for good unless you tell me what information Blair Morgan gave you.

Nodding his head, Matt knew just what to do.