The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When they woke the next morning, Debbie and Dan had sex again. Good sex, but not the wild time of the previous night. Dan found it very satisfying and Debbie was certainly not back to her old self, but she wasn’t last night’s wanton slut. After the usual shower and shave time, they dressed and headed out for last day activities. Dan wanted to tour some government buildings, but Debbie begged off and headed to a quiet café to think.

Debbie’s clothing was not flashy, but not her usual style either. She selected a silky blouse and tighter skirt than usual. Underneath she wore, without telling Dan, a garter belt and stockings she had purchased yesterday, a low cut demi-bra and panties that were basically a g-string. Oddly enough, she felt nothing strange about this set of porn-film underwear.

She wandered aimlessly a bit, trying to examine what was happening. As she sat down in a back booth at a small café, the few men at the bar this early in the day looked her over, as any man would, but made no comment. A handsome young waiter asked in French what she would like.

“Un café, si vous plait,” Debbie said easily, smoother in French than normal. As the waiter stood there, he admired the view down, and when caught looking smiled shyly. The waiter returned quickly with an expresso, standing close to the table so that his crotch was just below eye level and told Debbie to call if she wanted anything else, a slight emphasis on “anything”.

Not stopping to wonder how she understood the language so well, Debbie thought about her situation. “Last night was incredible, but I’ve never been like this before. It can’t just be being in Paris. Why, I almost let that store clerk have me yesterday, and I’ve never even looked at another woman before. It’s like someone else is driving this bus!”

“She was lovely, maybe we’ll have to visit little Yvette again before we leave,” a deep voice said.

“What, I’m not going..., who said that?” said a shaken Debbie.

“Shhh. No need to talk out loud. People are looking at you. Just think, I’ll hear you fine,” said the voice.

“Am I nuts now? Who are you and what are you doing in my head?”

I’m impressed, you’re taking this pretty calmly. What am I doing here, Debra? Well, in short, I’m here because you’re mine now.”

“Yours now! Listen asshole...”

“Stop, " and with that Debbie found herself unable to move a muscle, locked rigidly into position.

“There, that got your attention. We’ll talk later about what that little outburst will cost you. Not too much, I think since you didn’t know the rules yet. Now, some ground rules. First, you will at all times address me civilly, even subserviently. I don’t demand to be called anything silly, like “Lord” or “Master”. A simple “sir” will do, or even my name. Second, you will do as you’re told, promptly and without protest unless I tell you you’re free to do otherwise. That about covers it.

“Why, you may properly ask yourself should you do such a thing? Simply because there is almost nothing I can’t do to you by now. I can, obviously. control you movements against your will. This means not just preventing your movements, but actually making your body do what I want it to do in both big and small ways. And it will appear exactly as if you wanted to do it. I can move your muscles, watch I’ll have you cross your legs now to show a little more leg (and Debbie did it), or I can do little things, hmmm, how about if we have your pussy get a little wet (and it was). I can control how you feel about things, your emotions and sensations, remember how horny you were with Dan last night, ever feel that before? I can even change your thoughts. And I can decide whether you are aware of whether something is my doing or is natural to you. For example, I could make you do something really repugnant, can make you enjoy it, and if I choose I can leave you knowing I forced you to enjoy something you would normally hate, or leave you hating it but still acting as if you love it. Nasty, huh?

“Let’s see, what else can I do? Well, I know everything you know, and everything all of my hosts have known. I can take hold of objects nearby and move them. Watch this glass slide across the table. And I can take control of people nearby as well and have similar control over them. These last two things get easier and my range grows as I get stronger. And I get stronger by keeping you under control longer and by enjoying sexual ecstasy. Basically, the more you fuck, the stronger I get. Oh, not the sort of take over the world type strength. But you’d be amazed at the fun you can have and the larger number of people you can affect if you have good control over as few as 50 people. The most I’ve ever controlled was 100, but that’s sort of troublesome.

“Oh, one more thing. Once I get get strong enough I can manifest physically, tangibly but invisibly at first, then visibly if I choose to. Now, I’m going to let you go now. And you’d better be polite. I’ll keep you from crying the way you want to. But before you get out of line, remember that I can have you tattoo “Everyone’s fuck hole” across your forehead and sell $5 ass fucks with a $50 nightly quota at a whorehouse not far from here. So, what would you like to know?”

“Why me?” Debbie thought quietly.

“The usual question. No particular reason. You inherited me when you bought the ankle bracelet you’re wearing, and which I will not let you take off. I did try to get your attention, but until you put me on there isn’t really much I can do. I was trapped in the bracelet a very, very long time ago. The truth is, it was just random chance. But what good luck for me! You are a succulent piece of ass. There isn’t a man or woman on this planet that wouldn’t love to have or be had by you.”

“Who..., what are you?”

“Without meaning to sound metaphysical, I’m a demon. Not the satanic, good and evil type of thing that word brings to mind, but for lack of a better word that’s what I am. I exist, just like you do, just like this table does. I’m just not the type of being you’ve ever known. My kind grows stronger based on emotions and sensations, specifically in my case sexual sensations.”

“You’ve done this before? What happens to the person?”

“Depends. Some have had a great time and learned to enjoy being my host. They treated me well and I let them enjoy a lot of de facto control over others and every type of sexual experience possible. Plus, you’d be surprised at what I can do with a body. I can make you nearly impervious to disease, including this new AIDS thing people have developed, or pain, I can even delay aging to a very great extent. Others have fought me the whole way and I’ve made their lives a sexual hell on earth. Some have been sort of middle of the road. I have fun no matter what.”

“With all due respect, is there any way out of this?”

“I like the way you put that. No, not unless I choose to release you and move to another host. I’ve done that over the centuries, but usually not until my host is getting too old to be much fun, or is too injured or I just find someone that looks better. In your case, I not only get a body hotter than most I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot, I get to move someone from nearly frigid, to a slutty hellcat in bed. There is just so much we’re going to do.

“I could kill myself.” Debbie’s thoughts moaned.

“No, you couldn’t. I wouldn’t allow it. Now lets talk about your outburst. I think a demonstration is in order. That waiter looked awfully good to me, and if you’d admit it, to you. Let’s play. And just for a little extra spice, I’m going to leave you aware you’re doing and enjoying things you don’t want to enjoy or do. Let’s start with this.

At that, Debbie reached under her skirt and slipped off her g-string. She was horrified, but felt like someone watching a movie of themselves. She was totally detached from the experiences and feelings, just observing herself having them.

The waiter sidled up to the table again. “Will there be anything else, madam?”

“Yes, would you dispose of this please?” Debbie said as if it were the most normal request in the world.

“Certainly,” his eyes glowing, “perhaps since you didn’t find anything on the menu, you’d like to see if anything in the kitchen looks appealing?”

“Oh what a wonderful idea, I do have a craving.”

The waiter led Debbie back to a rear room past the kitchen. There was a steel prep table and storage cabinets in it. After closing the door behind her, Debbie slipped into the waiters open arms and ground her cunt against his leg as they entwined tongues. Her hand dropped to his cock and massaged it through his pants.

“No appetizers for me, I want to go straight to the main course,” Debbie growled.

She unbuttoned her blouse, giving the waiter access to her ripe tits. He scooped both full breasts out of the overflowing demi-cups, massaged them and rolled the nipples in his fingers. Spinning Debbie around quickly, he lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing long sleek legs. He chuckled at the garters and stockings that framed her hot, juicy box. His hand cupped her crotch and his fingers ran through her puffed up cunt lips a few times. Debbie moaned and let the waiter bend her over the table. Freeing a cock both longer and thicker than Dan’s, the waiter plunged his tool into Debbie’s waiting snatch. In a few strokes he was in right up to his balls.

Debbie had never had a cock this big. Her few other lovers had more average sized dicks, Dan’s was the biggest she’d felt. Her pussy felt stretched and the fullness was breathtaking. Now the waiter shifted to long, slower strokes, making the fucking last and enjoying every second of it. His hands ran continually over Debbie’s skin, around the full globes of her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks. One hand snaked around to Debbie’s clit and began vibrating it as the waiter changed again to short, hard strokes deep inside her cunt. Debbie’s cunt gripped the waiter’s cock and her inner muscles rolled in a way Debbie had never known to do.

“Oh merde,’ the waiter groaned in guttural French, “you’ll have me cumming in seconds that way. Wait, here, you move on me”

The young waiter stood still, guiding Debbie by the ass back and forth onto his rigid cock. Debbie caught the rhythm quickly and soon pushed her pussy over and over onto the big pole inside her. She loved the change of control over the timing it gave her and varied her pace over and over, driving the waiter mad with lust.

“You want to play games, eh?” the waiter groaned. With that, he spread pussy juice over Debbie’s already sweat soaked ass hole, and began to insert a long, thick finger up Debbie’s chute, continuing to pull Debbie back onto his cock, so that soon his cock could feel his finger through the thin wall inside Debbie’s body.

No doubt Debbie would normally be screaming for the man to stop this, she’d never had any sort of anal sex, the whole thought repulsed her. But the demon made it otherwise. She loved it. The demon knew how to make Debbie’s body respond like a well played violin. The intruding finger still hurt, no doubt, but it was a hurt she never wanted to stop, one that drove the sensation in her cunt up an octave. She moaned loudly and drove herself back harder onto the waiter’s now pulsing cock. Then the door opened suddenly.

“Can’t you keep down this slut’s noise?” the head waiter said as he entered. Like every man there, he had watched Debbie accompany the waiter to the back room and had gestured and joked about it with the small crowd. The waiter was a famous cocksman locally and they all knew Debbie would be getting a memorable fuck. They’d all been hard over the thought too, and jealous of the waiter for his latest conquest. But the rutting couple’s moans were being heard in the now filling café, and the head waiter had to intervene. Besides, he wanted get a good look at the incredible body he had admired when Debbie entered the café. He turned to leave again.

“Wait,” Debbie panted, “don’t go. I want you too, in my mouth. Fill me from both ends!”

The small detached portion of Debbie’s mind that the demon had left free to observe was stunned. This was something Debbie hadn’t even imagined. Okay, hot sex with a handsome stranger was common fare in her friends’ fantasy’s and certainly in novels she’d read. But having two cocks at once was something she’d never even imagined.

The smiling head waiter turned back quickly into the room, a wide smile on his face. He was a middle aged man, though still trim and handsome in a dignified way. This was beyond his best hopes when he headed back to the room to shut these two up.

“What a good idea, cherie,” the head waiter said, “filling those lovely lips with my dick will certainly keep you quiet.”

Debbie moved closer to the table and leaned further over it until her tits were mashed flat against the metal, her head now close to the edge and able to reach the cock on the other side. The young waiter of course moved up too, not to lose his position deep in Debbie’s cunt and his penetration of her ass hole with his finger. As Debbie sucked on the head waiter’s now bared cock, and the man began to fuck her face since her movement was limited by her position across the table, the young waiter began both pounding the full length of his big cock into Debbie’s snatch and finger fucking her ass hole.

The waves of orgasm began rising in Debbie, and she could tell from the swelling cocks in her mouth and pussy that both men were near the brink as well. As she went over the edge into the first of multiple climaxes, each peak higher than the next, she gripped her cunt tighter and increased the suction on the prick in her mouth. That did it, cum started to flood both holes as the men pumped her furiously from each side of the table. Though really only seconds, the cum seemed to flow from the two cocks for long minutes, Debbie drinking down all the cum she could swallow and feeling the rest dripping down her chin. Finally each man slowed to a stop, their still pulsing cocks inside her. As they finally withdrew and let Debbie straighten, she felt a total satisfaction from the sex, and a total shame in the little part of her mind left free. Part of the shame came from what she’d done, but part came from knowing deep down that though he’d controlled her movements and speech, the demon had stopped forcing her to enjoy the double dicking and ass fingering long ago. Somewhere along the line she’d started to enjoy it all on her own.