The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alex went home and cried herself into a lonely sleep. Hours turned into days, and she still hadn’t heard from David. She couldn’t eat. She could barely move. She skipped all her classes, something she had never done even once before. When she had worn herself out with sobbing, she lay listlessly in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of nothing, until, rested, the grief overcame her once more. For a while she felt desperate, then, empty. It was all her own fault. She had ruined the best thing in her life. She had broken every rule that she had carefully set out for herself since grade six, and why? For sex? For her own gratification? The thought revolted her. She had never deserved David, and now he knew it, too.

So she let herself be wracked with sobs, consumed by guilt. It was easier, somehow, than doing anything else. She attempted, once or twice, to give herself pushes: Rest now. Forget and eat. It didn’t work. Funny, she had never thought to try it out on herself before.

She just considered herself lucky that she lived alone. There was no one for whom she had to put on a stoic exterior, for whom she had to construct clever stories to explain David’s absence.

Once, several days after that fatal evening at his apartment, she had decided to go out to lunch with a friend, hoping to take her mind off everything for an hour or two. At her companion’s first mention of David, Alex had burst into tears, literally crying in her soup. Her friend had patiently escorted her from the crowded restaurant and driven her home. At the door to her apartment, Alex had thanked her, wiping the tears from under her mournful brown eyes with the back of her hand. “Take care of yourself, Alex.” Alex had laughed. Too late for that now.

Then, about a week after she had given David back his memories, the phone rang.

Alex pulled herself out of her long-unmade bed, where she had been dozing, and carefully extracted the telephone from underneath the shards of glass that remained from a tumbler she had thrown at it at some point in the past few days.

“What?” she grunted softly.

“Alex?” It was David. She could hear an echo. //He must be in the lobby.// Alex’s head snapped up, and she sat bolt upright. He had come to make it official. Her heart dropped into her stomach.

“Yeah. It’s me.”

“Um... can I come up?” She could detect a note of uncertainty in his quiet voice, though it was outwardly calm. This was it. Desperate thoughts flashed through Alex’s mind. Maybe if she didn’t let him come up, it wouldn’t have to end. As awful as the last week had been, it was better than the absolute knowledge that she would never again be with her best friend, the man she loved... her soulmate. She briefly considered just hanging up. If she did, maybe he wouldn’t be there at all. Then resignation set in. There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable. It was too late; it had been too late for months.

“Yeah. Come on in.” She pressed the pound key on her phone to buzz him in.

Suddenly she realized that she was wearing nothing but a puffy sweatshirt. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been fully dressed. Over the past few days, she had barely been going through the motions of living.

She dug through a pile of clothes on the floor and found a pair of jeans, which she quickly tugged on over her bare legs. She knew she looked awful, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. It really didn’t matter anymore.

There was a knock at the door.

“Coming,” she mumbled half-heartedly. She reached the threshold and hesitated for an instant, for just long enough to appreciate the last glimmer of her former life before it was irrevocably lost. Then, she unbolted the door and swung it open.

There before her stood David, a backpack slung over his left shoulder. His expression was cautious, nervous, yet vaguely hopeful. He held a bouquet of roses.

Alex’s jaw dropped. Her lack of proper rest and nutrition over the past week hit her all at once, and she felt delirious, as though she were about to pass out.

“What...?”

“Um, they’re for you,” he said helplessly, extending the flowers towards her.

Alex accepted them dumbly. She was suddenly aware that her mouth was still hanging open, and she snapped it shut.

“Uh... can I come in?”

Alex’s presence of mind returned to her. “Yeah, yeah. Sure. I should really sit down.”

David followed her over to the sofa, where she collapsed, laying the roses on the coffee table and then staring up at him wide-eyed. He looked to be somewhat at a loss.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Can I get you some water or something? Have you been eating properly?”

“No, no, none of the above I guess.” She smiled wanly. “Can I get something for you?”

“No, I’m fine.” He stood for a moment longer, then doffed his backpack, swooped down next to her and caught her in his arms. “God, Alex, I’m so sorry. I should have called you sooner. I knew you wouldn’t be taking care of yourself. I just had to take some time to think, like you said.”

She melted against him, relishing the warmth she had thought she would never feel again. She still felt confused. //Should have eaten something other than bacon today,// she thought vaguely.

“So you’re not... You’re going to stay with me?” Her voice shook.

“Yes, Alex, yes,” David said forcefully. He grasped her shoulders gently and lifted her from his chest to look her in the eye. “I love you. I won’t leave you. Never. I promise.”

Tears began to course down Alex’s face, and she sobbed with relief. She hadn’t thought she had enough energy left to cry, but she fell against David, wracked with sobs, letting go of all the worry and misery of the past week. She wrapped her arms tightly about him and held him as though she would never let go. Carefully, David cradled her head against his shoulder with his hand, which only made her sob all the harder.

“Shhhhh...” he whispered. “Shhhhhh...”

Finally, her tears subsided to small whimpers and then to nothing. They sat wrapped in each other’s embrace for a long time. Eventually, Alex lifted her head to face David.

“What happened? God, I don’t want you to leave again, please, but... why did you decide to come back? I... I thought I’d screwed everything up.”

David took a deep breath.

“Well, when you left, I suddenly remembered everything. Things we’ve done together over the past... almost a year. It was really strange. Apart from realizing that you can do this... stuff, however you do it, I had instantly become a lot more sexually experienced than I had been five minutes earlier. I was a bit thrown off, I guess.

“Do I think what you did was right? No. I want to remember every moment that we spend together, and I think I’d prefer to be in control of my own actions, especially when we’re making love.”

“It was only a fantasy,” Alex whispered pleadingly. “I never would have changed you in any way, or used it on your emotions. Everything you felt was real.”

“I know, Alex,” he said softly. “I’m here, aren’t I? I thought about it for a long time, going over all the memories in my mind, and I realized a few things. I know you. I know what you’re like, and I know how difficult it would have been for you to tell me about those kinds of fantasies. That doesn’t make what you did right, but I understand how you came to do it. And I forgive you for it. I also want you to know that I trust you.” He paused. “I had to think about that, too. I had to make certain. I love you, and I missed you terribly this week, but I had to be sure I still trusted you.” He looked her in the eye. “I do, Alex. I know that revealing everything to me, in the end, must have been the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, but you still did it. I also know that you would never do anything like this again. I doubt you’ve ever done anything like it before.”

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously from side to side.

“That’s what I thought. I’m flattered, in a strange way.” He smiled at her. “But I do trust you to be honest with me and not to take advantage of me using whatever this power of yours is. Sometime, I’d really like to talk it over with you. I get the feeling I’ve been missing out on a big part of your life, and I don’t like that at all.”

He sighed and leaned back into the couch. “It does sort of change things between us, though.”

Alex felt her heart sink. She had known that what David had to say couldn’t be all good.

“The problem, as I see it, is that it creates a pretty significant imbalance in our relationship. It’s one thing for us each to have different talents and abilities—that all more or less balances out in the end. This, though... well, it’s sort of overpowering. So, I was wondering if you could try to...” He cleared his throat. “If you could try to teach me to do it, too.”

She was taken aback. “Wow. I’d never even considered that before. It just sort of happened with me—I don’t really know how—but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t be taught.” She smiled, her first sincere smile in days. As she became aware of it, she felt it broaden into a full-fledged grin. “Absolutely. We can try that.”

David grinned in return. “Great! I’ll try to be a good student. For the time being, though, I think I’ve come up with a temporary way to even things out.” Alex thought she heard a hint of mischief in his voice, but before she could question him, he went on: “Anyway, we’ll get to that later. What we need to do right now is get you cleaned up and fed.”

Thus, in short order, Alex found herself showering, while David, who, like a true gentleman, had stayed in the living room, ordered a pizza. As she stepped under the stream of hot water, she wondered how everything could have worked out so remarkably well. It had all happened so quickly, she was unable entirely to wrap her mind around it. All she was aware of was that she was deliriously happy.

Two hours later, she was snuggled up next to David on her sofa, the remnants of their pizza clinging to its cardboard box, which was balanced precariously on the edge of her coffee table. Alex nudged it back to safety with the tips of her toes, then settled in once again, easing back into their tight embrace. Feeling pleasantly drowsy, she basked in the comfortable silence for a few minutes before speaking.

“So, when do you want to start your mind-control training?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. Soon I guess.” He smiled broadly. “I’d like to be able to put it on my resume.”

Alex laughed. “Yeah, I could just see that. Skills: Familiar with MS Word, Excel, PowerPoint; Typing speed of 60 words per minute; Mind-control.”

“I wouldn’t put it down as a skill... maybe I’d have it under ‘Hobbies’.”

“Right. After all, you wouldn’t want to confuse business and pleasure.” Alex realized what she’d said and winced, her laughter ceasing abruptly. “Er, sorry.” She sighed dejectedly. “I guess I’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Hey,” said David, stroking her hair, “I’ve already forgiven you, remember? You don’t have to apologize. Besides, it’s not as though the memories you gave me were bad ones, you know.”

The muscles in Alex’s stomach contracted. “They weren’t?”

“No. Why do you think I want to learn mind-control? After all, it’s not as though I can use it on anyone.” He smiled mischievously. “Anyone else, that is.”

“What do you mean?” she said softly, anticipation constricting her chest. She looked searchingly into his clear, blue eyes. There was a gleam in them that she had never seen before.

“I mean that I like being your master, Alex.”

If Alex had thought that nothing else could surprise her after the revelations of the early evening, she was wrong.

“...you do?” she said in a strangled voice.

“Yes. Not all the time—generally I just want you. It’s more of a once-in-a-while sort of thing.”

“Are you sure? I mean, are you sure it’s not just part of...” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Part of what I did to you?”

“No, it’s not. You may have instigated it, but the way I feel is all me, I promise.” He smiled at her again.

For her part, Alex couldn’t decide between surprise, relief, and arousal. When David gently took her chin in his hand and tipped it up towards him, though, the latter won the day, and she kissed him passionately, delving her tongue deep into his mouth. He responded in kind, bringing his hands around to her back to press her tightly against him.

At last their lips parted, and Alex fell back against the sofa, panting. Once she had taken a moment to recover, a thought suddenly occurred to her.

“Wait a second. Didn’t you say something about having found a temporary way to even things out?”

David leaned back, smiling like he had been waiting for her to remember.

“I might have.”

She wrinkled her nose and slapped him playfully on the arm. “Oh, no, you don’t.” She swung a leg over to his other side and pushed herself up on her knees so that she was straddling him. “Come on, out with it.”

At that, he slipped his hands over her thighs and under her bottom, then quickly stood, lifting her with him. She let out a small shriek of pleased surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from losing her balance.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

“Oh, nowhere,” he answered innocently as he headed towards her bedroom.

“Nowhere, huh?” Alex ducked her head to keep from smacking it on the door frame.

David positioned himself next to her bed and bent slightly at the waist gently to lower her down onto it. Alex stretched out on her lush duvet; she could get used to this type of treatment. David, meanwhile, settled himself down on her right, one hand resting lightly atop her thigh.

“Get comfortable,” he advised.

She complied, settling herself back against the cushions, an amused but inquisitive smile on her face.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re planning, or not?” she asked.

“Well,” said he, “Over the past week I found time to do a little research. It gave me an idea for something I’d like to try, but I need your help with it. Do you mind?”

“No. I trust you.” Alex smiled at him, knowing that what she said was wholly true and still feeling as though she had something to prove to him. “What do you want me to do?”

David exhaled slowly. “I just want you to relax and listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded. “I love you, you know.”

He grinned. “I love you, too. Close your eyes, love.” She did, after giving him one last, longing gaze. “I want you to concentrate on your breathing for me. Feel you lungs filling with air as you breathe in...” He held his breath for a moment with her. “Then emptying as you breathe out. Slowly, in... and out. Feeling the air reach right down to the centre of you, feeling it push your stomach up, up, before you let it go again.

“As you breathe, I want you to imagine a pool of thick, warm honey. Not hot, just warmed by the heat of the day. I want you to picture yourself dipping your toes into the pool. As you do, your toes begin to pull the honey into you. It starts to fill your feet, warming them, making them heavy. It slides up to your ankles, tingling slightly, then slowly fills your calves, relaxing every muscle. It moves up into your thighs, weighing them down, then it spills over into your hips and between your legs.”

Alex could feel the warm honey filling her, making her relaxed and, unexpectedly, even a little aroused. She sighed softly.

“Good girl,” David went on. “The honey fills your stomach, gradually, taking a bit longer here. It spills into your lungs, slowing your breathing even more.” Alex tensed slightly at that, and he responded instantly. “It doesn’t worry you; it only relaxes you further. It keeps moving upward. It fills your chest and your breasts”—he whispered the latter almost reverently—“then spills over into your arms, down to your hands and fingers, warming and relaxing. Finally, it moves up your neck, filling your head and face, removing the last traces of tension, slowing your thoughts, making it difficult for you to think at all.”

It was difficult to think. Everything was so heavy and warm. She just wanted to sink right into the bed and stay there indefinitely. David was still speaking:

“Thoughts just slide away from you like water. There is only my voice—my voice, the soft bed, and the warm honey. How do you feel?”

She heard herself answer him, as if from afar off.

“Good,” she breathed. “Relaxed. Aroused.”

“Good. Good girl. Listen to my voice. My words are your thoughts. For you, now, they are everything. I want you to listen carefully to what I say. Whenever I say the words ‘fall for me, Alex’, you will feel again exactly as you do now. Warm, relaxed, sleepy. Whenever I—and only I—say ‘fall for me, Alex’, you will be here in this comforting darkness again. Do you understand?”

She nodded slowly. It took a great deal of effort.

“My perfect girl. We’ll try that later. Right now, I want you to concentrate on your arousal for me. As I speak, you can feel the vibrations from my voice running right through you, resonating in your chest, then passing down between your legs. You feel your skin becoming more and more sensitive.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You feel yourself becoming wet for me.”

Alex would have gasped had she not been so thoroughly relaxed. She felt a tightening between her legs.

“As you become more and more sensitive, you are suddenly overcome with need. You ache to be touched, to be filled. There’s nothing you want more than for me to act out my desires on you.”

It was true. She needed him so much. Her arousal was urgent, and she felt empty, wanting.

“You are mine to do with as I please, Alex. You will do whatever I say. There’s nothing you want more than to obey me.”

She was filled with desire. She felt so vulnerable—she wanted to be entirely under his control.

“Take off your clothes.”

Only partly aware of her actions, she complied, first slipping her shirt off over her head, then shimmying out of her jeans and panties. Her task completed, she lay back down on the bed, the cool air making her skin tingle.

“Feel my hand on your skin, sensitizing it. You’re helpless, unable to move, capable only of feeling what I choose for you to feel.”

She felt his fingertips brush her right breast. This time she couldn’t help but gasp. He trailed his hand across to her other breast, circling slowly. She was suddenly conscious of how completely open she was to whatever he wanted to do to her, and that awareness only aroused her all the more.

With one finger, he gently flicked her nipple, teasing her, then, slowly, he ran his hand downward, the shape of her body guiding him to its most intimate places. He spread her legs slightly and pressed a finger against her.

Alex heard him gasp as he touched her wetness. She could feel him slip along her effortlessly, brushing lightly against her clitoris. The contact only increased the aching sensation that consumed her.

“Open your legs for me, Alex.” She felt him shift position on the bed. She longed to pull him to her, to rip off his clothes and take him inside of her, but it was as though she had lost control over her own body. All she could do was lie back and obey David’s commands.

“I’m going to kiss you here, my love. I want you to relax. Just enjoy the sensations that I give to you. You don’t have to be concerned about anything—just relax and let me do as I wish.”

Normally, Alex was very shy about oral sex—on her part, at least. She found it made her self-conscious. Somehow, she felt more comfortable when David was able to hold her while he pleasured her; she needed him, in a way, to protect her from what she was feeling.

Now, it was different. She felt David’s warm breath on her wetness, and his tongue gently grazed her clitoris. The compulsion he had placed on her to relax allowed her to feel his every movement, his every breath. His tongue was velvety as he softly flicked her clitoris, just tasting her. He licked in slow circles around it, then brushed it delicately once again before probing the folds of moist flesh just below it. She sensed him shifting down slightly, and he delved his tongue inside of her. She moaned. The sensation was so teasing. She ached so much for his touch; she needed so much more from him.

He lapped at her gently for what seemed like ages, and every motion of his tongue sent small shivers through her. Finally, he pulled himself away from her, and the sudden separation almost made her want to cry out with longing. Then she heard a soft sound, and he was suddenly back with her again, lying above her, his bare chest pressed against her breasts.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Aching,” Alex moaned. “Wanting.”

“What do you want?” David whispered.

“You. Oh, God, I need you to fill me. Please, please, I need to feel you inside of me.” She was almost sobbing with need.

“Shhh... Feel how wet you are for me, how aroused. Concentrate on how much you ache to have me inside of you.”

He moved slightly so that he was lying atop her, his legs between hers.

“Do you want this?” he breathed.

“Yes. Yes, David. Please...”

Slowly, he pushed inside of her. She felt sudden, incredible relief, overpowered only by her mounting arousal.

“Feel me inside of you, Alex. Feel me fill you.” He grunted softly, momentarily overcome by his own passion. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “As I withdraw, I want you to feel the emptiness, to feel that ache for me even more strongly than you did before.”

He pulled out of her, and the hollow feeling was almost enough to make her cry. When he pressed into her once more, the sense of completion made her moan. They fell into rhythm, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. The contrast between aching emptiness as David moved out of her and satisfying fullness when he came into her once again was driving Alex wild. There was no room in her being for anyone but David, no space for anything other than what they were doing together.

They thrashed on the bed, completely lost in each other. The sensations built and built until Alex felt that she couldn’t bear it anymore. Suddenly, David’s body tensed, and, holding her tightly, he cried out:

“Wake up, Alex! Wake up.”

Instantly, her eyes snapped open, and her awareness came flooding back to her. She pulled David against her, forcing him as deep as he would go. As she did so, she felt him pulse inside of her, and the combined sensations and emotions pushed her over the top. She screamed as they came together, her whole body wrapped around David.

“I love you. I love you,” she moaned into his ear.

“I love you, Alex,” he grunted, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm.

The contractions coursed through them over and over, shaking the entire world. Finally, the last shivers ran through each of them, and they collapsed together on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. They lay in each other’s arms for a while, catching their breath.

“Was that all right?” asked David, after regaining sufficient powers of speech.

“Yeah,” Alex whispered, in a somewhat awe-struck voice.

“I love you, my beauty.”

“I love you, too,” she breathed. “You know,” she said pensively, “I’m really glad I let you come in.”

David smiled. “Me, too.”

Alex laid her head on his chest, and they snuggled tightly against one another, until, at last, still embracing, they slept.