The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Camille’s secret was that she was not as confident as she appeared. To the outside world, she had it all, a great career, a great husband, and still looked great despite her upcoming fortieth birthday. It was this milestone that had really been throwing her for a loop over the past year or so. Despite the fact that she could easily (and often did) pass for a woman in her early thirties, Camille was terrified of turning 40. Younger men still checked her out at the gym, constantly, but in her head, she thought that they thought of her as a cougar. Her mother had been left by her father at that 40. It had deeply affected her. Despite the fact that she knew Jake was crazy about her, she still worried about losing him. It was irrational, and unfounded, but it was there. It was this fear that caused her to snoop in Jake’s browser history.

Jake has never been worried about his wife looking at his history. He loved her dearly, but she was not at all skilled in computers. She could use her phone and tablet, but she never touched the laptop. After years of never seeing her approach it, he understandably became a bit more lax in covering his porn related tracks. Little did he know that Camille had asked her IT guy at work how she could look at a browser history. The IT guy had a bit of a crush on her, and never liked Jake. He was more than happy to give her step by step instructions to complete her mission.

One night when her husband was traveling, she hit the jackpot. He had a thing for erotic hypnosis. Camille read all about it. It was all a bit weird to her, but was definitely on the tamer side of what she was afraid she might find. She spent an entire evening researching and planning. She even found a Hypnosis Convention, a “hypno-con”, in Connecticut around the time of their anniversary. Camille knew she had found the sort of sexy adventure that would keep the spice in their marriage. She made all the necessary reservations.

Jake knew nothing of the details of Camille’s surprise getaway weekend. He didn’t know if they were going to Hawaii or Mexico. In fact, he was quite surprised when she told him to load the bags in the Volvo. Wherever they were going, it was within driving distance from their Westchester, NY home.

Camille had a mischievous smile the whole trip up to Connecticut but remained tight lipped. She set the GPS for a Hilton Garden Inn. Jake was very curious, but he didn’t try to pry or ruin the surprise. He was happy to be alone with his beautiful wife for a weekend. He really didn’t care where they might spend it.

They arrived and checked in. Camille told Jake she needed to freshen up, and for him to grab a drink from the mini bar and relax. He did so, but couldn’t help but notice it was taking her a long time in the bathroom. However, it was well worth the wait when she came out. She looked absolutely smoking hot. Her light brown hair was beautifully curled. Her make up was more dramatic than usual, giving her a very sultry look. She wore a new, short little sexy black velvet dress that Jake had never seen before. She had a sexy little black fox fur coat over her shoulders, as if she was ready to leave at that moment.

In truth, Camille knew full well that it would be a bit before they left that hotel room. She was delighted to see Jake’s eyes almost pop out of his head as he took in her sexy look. She knew that he was probably semi erect already, just from seeing her looking like this. It was time to reveal her grand plan, which she knew would make him hard as a rock.

“There is a special pre registration hour tonight at 6. We can get all checked in to the convention, so we don’t have to deal with that in the morning. Then we are going to go out to a nice dinner.” She told her husband, well aware that she left out some key details.

“It’s only 5… wait, what Convention? What are you talk—“ Jake started to ask as his mind started racing. He stopped mid sentence as he realized what Convention was in Connecticut this weekend. It was the Erotic Hypnosis Convention. He had seen it heavily advertised on the message boards he frequented. Of course he had secretly fantasized about going to it with her, but he never thought it would be a reality. It took him a moment to catch his breath as the realization of what was ahead of him this weekend washed over him.

“After this weekend, you’ll be able to put me in a deep, hypnotic trance with simply the snap of your fingers” Camille purred. “Then I’ll be completely under your control. Your complete hypnotized slave.”

That was too much for Jake to handle. His rigid cock was tenting his Khakis as he got up off the hotel bed and approached her.

“You are so beautiful,” he said in with love as his hands fell to her hips.

Camille’s pretty blue eyes glimmered as their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss and he brushed her golden brown hair from her pretty face. Her pulse quickened and their tongues touched inside the warm enclave of their sealed lips. Her heart raced and she kissed him harder.

His strong hands moved to her soft ass and he pulled her tight. Her hands moved over his strong back as they stumbled back towards the bed.

Camille sat down and gazed up at him. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as he helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply. Their tongues entwined and they writhed together. His hands roamed over her tight body and he lifted the hem of her dress, baring her smooth, shapely legs and firm, round ass. He lifted her dress to her waist and his smile widened when he saw her sexy black satin panties.

Camille had just bought the bra and panties and she was thrilled that he noticed. He continued lifting her velvet dress and she put her hands over her head letting him take it off. Jake unfastened her bra and then pushed her panties down her toned, sexy legs. He guided her onto the bed and quickly stripped down to his plaid boxer briefs and then beyond.

Camille sighed and ran her hands through his short, thinning hair. Her chest swelled with love as he looked up at her with hungry eyes and a ravenous smile as she coaxed him to her soft lips. They kissed deeply as his cock sank effortlessly into her warm depths.

“You’re so wet,” he mused with a devilish grin. She didn’t respond to that, but she knew it was true. It was a factor of Jake being more excited than she had ever remembered.

Their bodies joined and moved together as one. He thrust deep and she bucked to meet him. She gazed up at him and raked her manicured nails down his back. His pace quickened and she breathed deep and heavy.

“Oh God, don’t stop honey, you’re going to be able to hypnotize me soon!” Camille moaned as another climax lapped at her twisting body. Her pretty eyes rolled back and she groaned at the sweet release.

Camille rolled Jake onto his back and straddled his waist. She impaled herself on his hard, delicious cock. She mentioned hypnosis again very much on purpose to keep him this hard. Her tits bounced as she rode him at a quick trot. He grabbed for her hips and thrust upwards. He grew bigger and harder and his breathing labored. Just hearing the words ‘hypnotize me’ come from her lips was fueling him like never before.

“Cum for me my darling. Fill me up,” she panted. She sat down hard, forcing the head of his cock against her cervix. She felt him erupt. His hot cum splashed into her womb as he groaned like a wounded animal, quieting only when she remembered the hotel walls may be thin.

Camille collapsed on to of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she kissed him lovingly. She cooed contently as his spent dick shrunk and slipped from her.

“That was amazing,” Camille purred. “Was it good for you too?”

“It was perfect. You are perfect,” he replied quickly.

She grinned like a love sick fool and rolled off his hard, muscular body. They snuggled for almost an hour, talking and caressing each other as they recovered from the ferocity of their respective orgasms. It felt so freeing for Jake to finally come clean to his beloved wife about his longtime hypnosis fetish. It had been a part of him for as long as he could remember, yet he had kept it hidden. It was hard for her to understand how it had such an intense impact on him, but she was trying. He loved her for that.

“Well, we don’t want to miss the registration” Camille mused. The both had messy hair and they smelled like sex.”We can shower. It will take me a minute to get ready again.” She warned.

“Totally worth it.” He flashed her a wry smile and she purred softly. An hour later, they were walking out the door. Jake was completely starstruck over his beautiful wife that he loved so much. He felt like the luckiest husband in the world.

Meanwhile, at the Hypno-Convention pre-registration table, tensions were high.

“Mister… King Hypno, you have to leave” A heavy set man with many tattoos and kind eyes said. He was desperately hoping there wouldn’t be a problem.

“This is bullshit. I paid my money, just like everyone else” The man in his late forties, dressed all in black, with a small black crown, said to the conference organizer.

“Yes, but you used an alias” The tattooed organizer argued.

“King Hypno is an alias too!” the man in black shot back. (He had registered as “Hypnolearner52”)

“Sir, we told you very clearly you were not welcome. We take consent very seriously. It is the foundation of all we believe in”, the organizer said, firmly standing his ground. King Hypno had been barred months ago. His reputation on reddit and discord was abysmal at best. Everyone knew he was bad news. It was unanimous with those who put on the convention that he would be barred.

Two or three additional organizers came over to the table for a visual show of moral support. King Hypno could see this wasn’t going to happen for him. Threats of calling the Police where thrown around. King Hypno did NOT need another arrest on his record. He knew this battle was lost. He hissed out one more curse word, and left the registration table.

As he headed for the elevator, King Hypno was fuming. He didn’t really think he’d get in, but he was still hopeful. Sooo many potential subs were inside. If he could just get by that freakin’ table, he’d be home free. He could have his choice of who to put under his control. It could pay for his next year, and he could have soo many women desperate for his cock. Those fucking internet woke assholes calling him out!

As he was lost in his anger, the elevator door opened. Camille and Jake walked out. He of course checked out Camille immediately. She was incredibly hot. Tight little black dress. Black fox fur coat on her shoulders.Golden brunette hair. She was absolutely stunning. The big diamond on her hand told King Hypno she was married, presumably to the large man she was with. Oh well.

But then, King Hypno’s evening changed course. The large presumed husband looked at King Hypno in surprise. It only took a moment for the rejected pariah to realize that the man recognized him.

“You’re King Hypno!” Jake said, excitedly. He was excited that he was in the presence of what he considered to be a hypno celebrity, and excited to be able to be open about this stuff in front of his wife.

King Hypno took a moment to take in the couple. Were these people from the hypno con? They sure didn’t look like it. They looked like a well to do, WASPY country club couple who were dressed up for date night. Not the usual Con attendee.

“I am. And you are?” he asked.

“I’m Jake Butler.” The fan said, immediately thinking better of using his real last name. “And this is my wife Camille” he added, for a brief second proud that he didn’t use her last name, until he immediately realized that it was also Butler. He forgave himself though, this was a crazy situation, of course his brain would be a bit overloaded.

King Hypno smiled widely, taking Camille’s hand and kissing it. She was not really impressed with the man in black in front of her. He was skinny, and his clothes looked cheap. He had beady little eyes and a sharp nose. On top of his cheaply dyed, thin, black hair, he wore a stupid black crown with black jewels at the points. It had a black and white spiral on the front of it. She figured it went with his lame King Hypno name. She immediately became worried. Was he indicitave of the nerds they were going to encounter inside the Hypno Convention? Ugh. She kind of hated dorks.

“Are you participating in the Con? I thought you were….” Jake asked, hinting towards the barring.

“There were some… dissenters,” King Hypno admitted, but added theatrically, “But they soon came to see it my way, as most due…”

Jake couldn’t help but smile. The guy was a freaking legend. He had been watching his videos and other content for 15+ years. He couldn’t believe he was actually meeting him in person.

“Is this your first Con?” King Hypno asked Camille…. And Jake too, to a degree.

“Yeah. Yes. Jake’s into this stuff. Jake, babe, it’s 6:30. We should get to the registration table.” Camille said. She was hoping this conversation would end soon, and that was certainly a hint towards that. This guy gave her the creeps a little bit with his stupid crown.

“I see. And how about you? Have you ever been hypnotized before?”

“Yes” answered Camille. This was also news to Jake. Big news. In fairness to Camille, she didn’t know he was so into all this hypnotism stuff until recently, so it had never come up. She was planning to bring it up at some point this weekend, but she had really planned to use the info-bomb at a more opportune time for her. However, this creepy crown guy asked, so she answered. Whatever.

“How was it?” asked King Hypno.

“Umm, good? I don’t remember much” she admitted. Ok, she was definitely not using this info to its maximum potential like she had planned to.

“Was it at a show?” he asked. Camille nodded as Jake stared at her wide eyed.

“High School? College?.” King Hypno asked.

“College” she said.

“I was with you in college. When?” Jake asked her. She wasn’t surprised he was having trouble getting past this.

“Ithaca” she told him. Enough said. Jake knew, but often forgot, about her time at Ithaca College. She had gone there for only one semester. She hated it, and rarely spoke of it. She had once told him, it was too boring to even bring up. She transferred to U Albany second semester Freshman year. She met Jake junior year there, and the rest was history.

“Wonderful. I’m sure you were a terrific subject.” King Hypno said. “I’m sure your husband would like to see you slip under hypnosis again. Would you oblige him? “

“Uh, I guess. Like, right here?” Camille asked. Was he really going to try this in an elevator lobby? This was so weird! At that point she really wasn’t sure she was going to make it through the whole weekend with these weirdos.

The experienced hypnotist knew he needed to get moving before she lost the focus/nerve. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll have you both stand with your legs shoulder with apart. I want you to keep a good sense of balance.”

Camillie did so, somewhat begrudgingly.

The man in black took a step closer. He took his right hand and raised it up to be in line with Camille’s eyes. He pointed to his his hand and said, “I’m going to have you focus right up here for me.” Camille’s eyes went to his hand. She realized his tone had become much more… smooth, confident.

“You remember at the show you were at, the hypnotist said the word ‘sleep’. Now, since you’ve been hypnotized before, you are going to go even quicker. When I say that word, you are not going to go to sleep, you are not going to fall asleep. You are simply going to allow yourself to drop into an amazing state of relaxation, focusing, focusing only on the sound of my voice. I want to make sure we are doing this safely, so you are never going to be so relaxed that you fall over.

“So, now, you can let yourself take a deep breath in…” King Hypno said as he raised his left hand up in the air.

“…and take a deep breath out and SLEEP!” he said as he snapped his fingers and rested his left hand on her fur covered shoulder. Jake watched as his the famed hypnotist took his right hand and placed it on his wife’s forehead as she dropped down her head down to her chest. He felt his cock harden as he saw his beautiful wife slip into trance for the first time ever. He had dreamed of how she would look in trance for so long.

King Hypno continued, “dropping deeper and deeper.” As he snapped his fingers again. “Deeper and deeper.” and Deeper and deeper.” Finger snap. “Staying balanced on your feet this entire time. Loose limp, so relaxed as your arm falls down its side. Going deeper and deeper with each breath you take.” Finger snap. “Every breath you take helps you go even deeper and more focused. Each word I say, takes you even deeper and more relaxed.”

She was now even more bent over, right there in the elevator lobby. His hands were on her shoulders. She was clearly very deep entranced. “Each sound you hear helps you go even deeper. So focused on the sound of my voice. Going deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Hearing only my voice. My voice brings you deeper and deeper as you focus on it more and more. My voice is all you hear, my voice is all that matters. Feel yourself just going deeper and deeper.” Another finger snap, and he removed his hand from her shoulder. She was standing there, her head and shoulder bent over, but feet keeping her upright.

Jake could tell she was deeply hypnotized. He couldn’t believe it. And as King Hypno stepped in front of him, he knew he was next.

The man in the crown could tell by the look on Jake’s face that he was going to fall easily. The fan boys always did. And he was right. Using the exact same induction that the hypnotist knew had partially already entranced the husband, it was an even faster process to get Jake to drop than his wife.

So there, the two first time convention goers were deeply hypnotized in the elevator lobby, just one short hallway away from the pre registration table. One short hallway away from a bunch of caring, consent based people who would have realized what was going on and tried to stop it. Just one hallway away, but still too far.

King Hypno continued. “Now, both of you focused only on the sound of my voice. Always staying on your feet. Even deeper, every time I say the word SLEEP” he said with a finger snap, “You go even deeper with each snap of my fingers. Every time I tell you to SLEEP, you drop deeper and deeper to this state of complete and total hypnotic relaxation where you are focused only on my voice. Focused only on my voice and my commands….”

With that, the couple followed the unwelcome convention pariah back up to their room.

“I’m starving,” Jake said to Camille.

“Yeah, me too.” She said, a bit surprised. They had a late-ish lunch. She looked at her phone. It was 8:30! Where had the time gone?”

“Babe, its way past 8 already. We missed pre registration!” she said. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what had distracted them for two plus hours.

“Well, that was only pre-registration, right? I’m sure we can get in tomorrow morning.” Jake smiled as he kissed her tenderly. He was always calm when she started to get flustered. That was one of the things that made them work.

“Let’s go to Alex’s nightclub” Jake said, surprising himself. Had he ever heard of Alex’s nightclub? He didn’t think he had, yet he heard it come from his lips. He went to look it up on his phone, and the address was already loaded into his GPS. He was just about to comment on how odd that was when Camille exclaimed that she loved Alex’s.

It was settled then, and off they went. On the way over, Camille buzzed with excitement. She was so excited to be around all of this hypnosis this weekend. She realized she had loved hypnotists since her brief stint at Ithaca. Hypnotists were so sexy! Once inside Alex’s they headed for the bar. Camille got a fruity mixed cocktail and Jake ordered a double bourbon, neat. His cock was swollen and the energy in the room felt electrically charged. Must have been the anticipation of the weekend’s convention.

They found an empty high top table and scanned the room as the soaked in the atmosphere. On one side was a half filled dance floor. A DJ revved up the crowd and dance music thumped from his speakers. The other side had several couches and comfortable chairs. The crowd was an older, surburban crown. Camille noticed a few ‘dad-bod’ types checking her out. She was the most stylish woman here. By a lot. She was very unimpressed with the clientele.

Her eyes stopped and she bit down when she saw HIM walking towards the bar. He was dressed all in black. His hair was dark, as were his small but intense inset eyes. Her eyes darted furtively to the crown atop his head. They widened when she saw the spiral at the front that designated that was a hypnotist and she squeaked like a mouse.

The man looked at her and nodded. He had the cocksure confidence of a man who knew his power and he looked at Camille like she was a gazelle on the Serengeti and he was a lion ready to pounce. An enormous pit formed in her belly and a tingle started in her pussy. It was an inherently primal response to a powerful creature and her knees felt rubbery and weak.

He held her gaze as he walked past and continued towards the bar. Camille’s eyes followed him as he moved past her and an involuntary moan slipped from her lips.

“Oh my God,” she murmured under her breath. She loved Jake deeply. They were the model married couple to all of their friends. She didn’t want to hurt him but her draw, her physiological response to the dark hypnotist was undeniable.

“That’s King Hypno!,” Jake said excitedly as he flashed Camille a fanboy smile. His hand brushed against hers and then he held it beneath the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze and looked into her beautiful eyes.”I’m so glad we finally came to a Hypno Convention”

“Me too” she confirmed, “I’ve wanted to for so long. Since Ithaca”

The hypnotist now walked towards her with a drink in his hand. Their eyes met and Camille shuddered. A sexy smile danced on her pretty face and she gazed into his small dark eyes.

“Hello,” he said. “My name is King Hypno.” He spoke with velvet voice and she giggled like a smitten schoolgirl.

King Hypno moved a chair to Camille’s side and sat so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body. Her mind was racing and her breath caught in her chest.

“You are here for the Hypno Convention, am I right?”

“Yes, I’m a big fan of your work. I’m Jake” the husband said, offering his hand.

The dark hypnotist accepted the husbands hand shake offer, looking deep into his eyes as he did so. “You are a fan of my hypnotic power? You have seen me hypnotize countless people with my hypnotic stare” he said, not breaking the stare or letting go of his hand.

Camille could see that Jake was immobilized. She lost her breath. Her heard was beating intensely.

“You are being hypnotized right now Jake. You are completely lost in my eyes. Lost in my eyes Jake. You are in my thrall. You are my servant. Pleasing me and serving me is paramount to you. My will is all. You will happily obey me, wanting only to see me pleased. I am your King. Isn’t that right Jake?”

“Yes, your majesty” Jake said in a far away voice.

With that, King Hypno turned his attention to the beautiful Camille, who was trembling at this point. “You see he is mine now, don’t you?” he asked calmly.

“Yes,” she replied timidly. His hand moved to her bare knee and her eyes widened.

“As you will be.” He stated as his fingers brazenly crept up her thigh, moving the hem of her black velvet dress with it and she squeaked. His bold touch was electric and she needed him badly. There eyes met, and his words started. It was as if his voice was in her head. His power was undeniable. His will was everything. He was everything. He was her hypnotic King.

The couple thought only of pleasing and serving King Hypno. They were so lost, that they didn’t even realize they were in King Hypno’s hotel room (which, not coincidentally was a short walk from Alex’s night club). The energy in the room was palpable as Jake released her hand and Camille walked over to King with a wide, eager grin plastered on her pretty face. Still in her black fox fur jacket, she slipped her soft arms around his trim waist and they kissed. King smelled very different than any other man she had ever been with and his kiss tasted differently too. Both had a profound effect on Camille. It was raw and primal. Her juices flowed and her lust controlled her just as much as his hypnotic spell.

She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock through his pants. It felt perfect for her, and she moaned into his searing hot mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she fumbled with his pants. They dropped to the ground and his cock sprung free, In truth, it was fairly modest, but to her at that moment it was pure perfection. She needed it and the world around her disappeared as she dropped, still clothed, to the floor before him to worship his hypnotic cock.

King lifted his shirt over his head baring his pale white torso to her hungry eyes. He was actually no where near as muscular as her former UAlbany Linebacker husband, but he looked like the perfect man to her. She needed to taste him. She needed him inside of her. She was a slave to him and she loved it. Her desire overwhelmed her.

Camille inhaled sharply drawing his powerful musk into her lungs. She licked her lips, wetting them as she gazed up the landscape of his skinny body and looked into his dark glimmering eyes. Her hands, both of them, grabbed the base of his shaft and she watched his expression as she took the head into her mouth. He tasted amazing and a fresh surge of moisture flooded her pussy. Her hands moved over his shaft and she cooed wantonly as she forced him into her throat as much as she could.

Her panties were wet with the unmistakable aroma of her arousal wafted over her. She could feel Jake’s eyes on her, watching her devour King’s beautiful cock and surrender to it’s power. Her face nuzzled against him, rubbing his scent on her skin like a content kitten brushing against its human.

Her jaw tired but her lust did not wane. She rose to her feet as she stroked him with the soft fox fur of her jacket, desperate to give him as much pleasure as possible.

“Pleas fuck me my King,” Camille said in a voice raspy with lust. “Fuck me and breed me while my husband, your slave, watches.”

King Hypno smiled.. He took off her fur and pulled off her velvet dress and she quickly removed her bra and panties. She laid back on the bed with her legs spread wide and looked into his eyes.

His hard cock jutted lewdly from his weak physique. It glistened with saliva and precum and he moved between her legs. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what was about to happen. For several years she had pleasured herself at the thought of being fucked by an African god. She had cum countless times imaging that very moment. She had Jake and she would soon have King. She was truly blessed.

He slapped his cock against her clit and her body twitched. He rubbed the tip against her and she moaned loudly. He entered her and her body shook. His cock pressed hard against her cervix and she locked her toned legs around him, holding him deep.

“He owns me Darling,” Camille groaned to her husband. It was true. So true. He was her King, her Master. Her voice trembled and she squeezed her big soft breasts as she gazed up at her lord. She savored the sensation of his hypnotic cock. His hands mauled her soft, pale breasts. His hips began to thrust and she began to whimper. Her eyes closed and she came hard. So hard.

Camille looked up at him as her climax ebbed. She had never cum so quickly nor so hard and she knew he had just begun. His pace quickened and she grabbed at his hips. Her body bucked against him and a second climax washed over her. She tugged at the bed and her body tensed from head to foot. Her toes curled and her back arched.

“Oh God, oh God, yes, yes,” she chanted loudly.

King rolled her onto her side and lifted her shapely leg, spreading her wide open. His cock went even deeper and she cried out in blissful agony. It was a euphoric sensation and Camille moaned loudly.

Her flopped her onto her belly and laid on top of her with her legs together and his cock in her married pussy. He rammed it deep and the bed rocked. Her loud cries spilled into the hall through the closed door as King Hypno continued to fuck her hard and fast. His cock pummeled her pussy like a jackhammer and she lost track of how many times she had cum. His breathing labored and he sank deep. His load filled her. Then he pulled his cock from her and she groaned like a bitch in heat.

Jake and Camille never made it to the convention. The rest of the weekend was spent with deep hypnotic programming, Camille worshipping her Master physically, and Jake doing other tasks (financial and otherwise) at his Master’s command.

To this day, they know they are servants of King Hypno.