The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Snap!

I blinked my eyes a few times, and immediately a rush of pure elation filled me. I was still naked and was kneeling in the same position that I had tried so hard to get Jenny maintain so many times. My knees were spread, and my arms were behind my back, and my back was straight – proudly thrusting my breasts forward.

And there before me was Jenny, naked and in the exact same position. I looked deep into her eyes, as she stared back at me, and I felt a different type of pleasure – a type of pleasure that Mistress couldn’t give me – race through my soul. Tears began to stream from my eyes as I realized that, rather than tearing us apart, my submission to Mistress would bring us together. We would be happy in a way that we had never truly been ever since we had tried to engage in a dominant and submissive relationship.

This was what we wanted. This was right.

Jenny’s eyes were also teary as she looked back at me. We were just a couple of feet apart, but knew that we were not allowed to move. Sharing that restriction with her made my entire body flutter with lust, as well creating a bond between us that left me beaming.

We simply stared at each other, reveling in these feelings, for quite some time. Then, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and, at the sound of another “Snap!” finally tore my eyes away from the woman I loved to look at Mistress, who now stood between us. In each hand she held a slave collar.

“Do you want to wear my collars?”

“Yes, Mistress,” we both chimed in unison.

“Show me how much you want it.”

She stepped forward so that both of her feet were near us. Jenny and I simultaneously bent forward and began to worship our Mistress’s feet with our mouths and tongues. We continued to prostrate ourselves before her quite some time, giving ourselves to her, showing our devotion through this submissive act.

Eventually, she said, “Enough.”

We resumed our former positions.

“Do you submit to me?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Again, our voices were in unison.

“Will you be my slaves?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then take these collars.” She extended her hands, and we each took a collar from her.

“Now, face each other once again.” We did as we were commanded.

“I want you to collar each other. Now, become my slaves.”

With that, Jenny and I each reached for the other. I lovingly slipped the collar around Jenny’s neck and, at the same time, felt the cool leather of my collar, as Jenny placed it around my own throat. I could feel tears welling up once again as powerful emotions moved through me. I had never felt as close to Jenny as I did at that moment.

I was also starting to feel aroused again. My body was alight with the sensitivity that my earlier release had brought, and seeing Jenny, now collared by our Mistress, caused my nipples to jut out just as wantonly as Jenny’s own.

Mistress placed a hand behind each of our heads, and slowly pressed us towards each other. Eventually, we tilted our heads and our lips touched. We both opened our mouths and engaged in a long, sensual kiss as our Mistress held us together, pressing firmly, showing her control.

I don’t know if we both reacted to some kind of post-hypnotic suggestion, or if the dual sensation of loving kisses and Mistress’s dominance alone spurred us on, but I suddenly felt a wave of pleasure quickly rise out of my sex, and, from the intensity and insistence of Jenny’s kiss, could tell that she was feeling the same thing. Before long, that sensation grew and began to spread throughout my body.

“Embrace!” Mistress shouted her command, and Jenny and I immediately wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our bodies together, feeling each others’ rock-hard nipples, and all the while Mistress’s powerful grasp kept us locked in a deep, soul-searching kiss.

These additional sensations quickly brought us to a peak of pleasure, and we began to writhe together, displaying our deepest physical intimacies for all to see. Our freshly shaven sexes started to grind together, and moans escaped from our mouths even as we continued to explore each others’ lips and tongue.

As our moans grew more desperate, Mistress uttered the command that we had both been waiting for.

“Cum for me, my slaves!”

We erupted together, squeezing each other tightly. Our hips bucked together, and we moaned deeply into each others’ mouths as the waves of emotional and physical pleasure overtook us. And throughout all of this, we were both keenly aware of Mistress’s hands holding us in an act of dominance – in an act of possession.

It was everything that we wanted. It was everything that we needed. And such is what we have felt ever since.

Sandy – Good Night by Hypnohypno

Throughout the telling of her tale, Sandy had lain with her head in the crook of Eve’s arm. As the story had become more and more erotic, Sandy had felt her own arousal grow, despite having felt spent only moments before following all of the sex that she and Eve had had that evening. Now, Eve’s hand, which continually stroked Sandy’s arm and shoulder, was bringing sensations to Sandy’s skin that gave her chills.

Eve’s other hand reached around, and gently worked in between Sandy’s legs. With a few gentle strokes, she explored Sandy’s sex.

“My, my, you’ve become quite wet now, haven’t you?”

“Yes, that story was just so… hot!” Sandy noticed a slight quaver in her voice, and realized just how choked up she had become. In addition to her arousal, the story had moved her – hearing of the love that Eve and Jenny shared had created a lump in her throat.

“Yes, that’s a story that I do like to relive. But now, I must leave you. You need to get some sleep – you still have another whole day to spend with Mistress, and believe me, you’ll need your energy.”

Sandy groaned slightly.

“But… I, I mean,” Sandy shuddered slightly with her arousal, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep now.”

“I warned you, Sandy. I am not permitted to pleasure you, and you cannot, of course, pleasure yourself.”

“I know, but I just don’t know how I’ll sleep when I’m this turned on. I knew the story you were going to tell me was going to be a turn on but, my god, that was incredible!”

“Well, I can’t give you any release. But I can help you sleep.”

Eve reached over to the nightstand and picked something up. Then, resuming her stroking of Sandy’s arm, she spoke.

“Every once in a while, Mistress allows me to take hold of that pendant once again, although now I realize that it does not fill me with any power – for I am a slave. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have a power all its own.”

With that, Eve, who had moved her hand so that it was above Sandy’s head, let the pendant dangle and swing back and forth in front of the younger slave’s eyes. Sandy let out a slightly surprised, “uh,” as the pendant immediately captured her gaze.

“Good girl, Sandy, look at the pendant, let it capture your eyes… and your mind…”

Sandy felt the familiar haze of hypnosis descending upon her.

“Watch the pendant swing back… and forth… and back… and forth… it is time for you to sleep… to rest… and to sleep… feel your tired eyes growing heavy… heavier and heavier… you are still so aroused… but that arousal will help you go deeper… it will help you feel sleepier… feel your arousal… surrounding you… wrapping you in its warmth and pleasure… as if you are floating in a cloud… a cloud of arousal… that allows you to relax… feel pleasure… feel sleepy… very sleepy… so tired… eyes so heavy… so heavy… so aroused… so relaxed… so tired… sleep… sleep…

When Sandy awoke, light was once again filling the room with a radiant light. She was lying in the bed alone, amid a tangle of sheets that were still in disarray from the previous night’s activities. Sandy stretched deliciously as the pleasure of the previous night came back to her. Her arousal was still with her, but she found that she was becoming used to this sensation – of sexual frustration. She knew that, as much as she wanted to find some release at the moment, the denial of her pleasure would give her access to greater heights of climax later. This was all part of being a slave girl.

Slowly, she rolled out of bed and made her way to the toilet. When she had finished there, she stood, as was about to get out of bed when she heard a very faint humming sound. She looked around the room until her eyes fell on the spiral on the wall. The humming that she was hearing was due to that spiral beginning to slowly spin, but Sandy never realized this as the spiral immediately took away her ability to think for herself. Her body moved of its own accord as she stepped to the center of the room, knelt, placed her hands behind her back, thrust her chest forward, and stared at the hypnotic spiral going around… and around… and around…

As she plunged further and further into trance, starting intently at the spiral the entire time, a meek, submissive voice fluttered quietly into her ears, repeating over and over, “I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”

“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”

“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”

“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”

“I am a slave to my Mistress… I will submit… I will obey…”