The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I was stumbling in a cloud of irritation and uncertainty. Life gives me clear days and murky days, and today was very murky. Don’t get me wrong—there wasn’t anything horrible happening—no one was dead, I wasn’t starving, there was no emergency or pressing drama. I just couldn’t get my head clear. When you’re a writer, not having clear thoughts is torment; it feels like you’re climbing mountains to do the simplest things. There was nothing wrong, but there wasn’t anything right, either. And when things don’t feel right, my Muse abandons me.

I wandered around my house for a while. I played with my cats. I took a walk. I ate a M&Ms. I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but I resisted. Nothing helped. I was stuck. So, finally, I called my Goddess.

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” she said. “Come here. I can help you.”

When I arrived, she was taking a shower. I sat. I fidgeted. I played with her dog. It was nice to be in her space; there are always good smells in her house. My mind started to relax. She took longer than usual.

When she emerged, she was even more breathtaking than usual. She wore black fishnet stockings and a dark bra that framed her breasts perfectly. She was wearing a crystal pendant on a silver chain that sat exquisitely in her cleavage. Her green eyes were clear and confident. She wore a familiar perfume that made my heart race.

As she approached me, I started to say something, but she cut me off.

“Not yet,” she said. “You’re not ready. Come with me.”

She took me into her bedroom. She had me take off all my clothes and lie down on my back. Then, she sat seductively next to me, her breasts at my eye level.

“Fixate,” she whispered.

I responded immediately to the hypnotic trigger, my eyes locking on her breasts. I gazed at the pendant, and I was immediately overwhelmed with arousal. My head swam, my heart pounded.

“Good,” she said. “Now, tell me everything.”

I started to explain. Writing, the cloud of irritation, my frustration. She reached down and gently placed her hand on my cock as I talked. It was such a relief to be with her, to watch the crystal pendant between her breasts, to feel her reassuring hand on my cock; it meant that I could let go of all the cares and concerns that had been troubling me. She had trained me this way; she made me realize long ago that I could always be honest and vulnerable when she was holding me like this. Being with her made me feel safe, comfortable, relaxed. I could talk about anything. It was like a warm healing energy was flowing through her hand, into my cock, and all throughout my body.

I wanted her very badly. But my release, if she desired it, would come later. For now, it just felt wonderful to surrender to her touch, to let go of everything, and to submit to her command over me. It was such a relief.

She listened until I told her everything.

“Very good,” she said. “Drift.”

At this trigger, my eyes drifted up from her breasts. I looked up into her deep, beautiful green eyes. I could see that she was pleased with me, and I felt a rush of happiness.

“I’m happy that you called me,” she said. Her gaze held my eyes as gently and perfectly as her hand held my cock. “I want you to say ‘Yes Goddess’ each time I ask you a question now.” She squeezed my cock gently to reinforce this command. “You should always remember that your Goddess can solve any problem for you, shouldn’t you, my Treasure?

“Yes, Goddess,” I said without hesitation.

“Good Treasure,” she purred. I felt my cock twinge with a deep satisfying ache as she used this trigger to reward me. “It feels wonderful to know that when you feel confused, you can come to your Goddess for clarity, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Good Treasure,” she began stroking me gently with her fingertips. “You love to be my Treasure—you love to please me with your obedience, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes Goddess.”

“Such a very Good Treasure,” she teased my cock gently as she spoke. My thoughts and feelings were becoming raw and primal; I wanted more of her touch, I yearned to feel my cock driving inside her. “And right now you’re feeling VERY aroused by the idea of going into a deep hypnotic trance for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes Goddess,” I said breathlessly.

“Good, so good my Treasure,” she said. She placed her other hand on my forehead. “Sleep,” she whispered. “Deep sleep. Deeper than ever before.”

Everything fell away as I sank into hypnotic trance. My muscles melted into loose putty, my energy opened to her completely. I felt like there was no part of me hidden from her; my entire self was open, vulnerable, willing, aroused.

I was already conditioned to go into trance for her instantly, but today she pressed me to go even further. She took me through several rounds of deep breathing. She guided me to release every part of my body except my cock, which she continued to gently tease with her fingertips. Then she guided me through a deep surrender of each of my charka centers. She woke me up and put me back to sleep over and over again. I lost track of time; I melted into nothingness.

I found myself deeply asleep, but at the same time, I was perfectly focused on her voice and on the feeling of her hand on my cock. I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, but I felt her exploring parts of me that I didn’t know existed. Until that moment, I’d thought that she’d already won my total surrender, but somehow she found knots in my emotions where I was still unconsciously fighting her, intimate places where I didn’t want to let go. Suddenly, I felt myself begin to panic—feeling her touch those places was unsafe, frightening, a deep violation—but then she was grasping my cock tightly, pushing at me with her unrelenting command over my arousal, and I knew that I had no choice but to let go, to surrender even more completely. I felt myself crying tears of relief. Each time I let go more deeply, my desire arched to new levels.

“Now my Treasure, in a moment, when I say the word ‘fixate,’ I want you to open your eyes and let yourself gaze at my breasts. You will stay in this very deep trance for me, and you will obey every command that I give you, won’t you?”

My mouth was dry. It felt strange to move my lips. “Yes Goddess,” I whispered.

“Good Treasure. I’m about to make you very aroused, but you’re not going to be able to move any part of your body except your eyes, and then only to follow my breasts. You’ll be able to speak, nothing more. Your body will be limp and unable to move, and no matter how aroused you become, you will be unable to release your arousal without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Fixate.”

I felt my eyes open and lock onto the crystal pendant hanging between her perfect, beautiful breasts. It was ecstasy to look at her.

Moving very slowly, she straddled me. I felt her slip a condom onto me, and then I was inside her. I felt like I was going to explode; my entire body was desperate for her. But the lock of her command held me in check. She sat perfectly still, feeling me. Then, very slowly, she removed her bra. With slow motions, she ran her fingertips over her breasts. My eyes followed her every gesture.

“Now my Good Treasure, listen to me very closely. You understand that the cause of your irritation is the fact that you’re trying to quit smoking, don’t you?”

My mind reeled with surprise. I was, in fact, trying to quit smoking, but I hadn’t been thinking about it much. It made sense. I was irritable, restless, unclear, unfocused. Cigarettes.

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Good. You’re going to let me help you now.” She continued softly running her fingernails across her breasts. My aching arousal continued to build without mercy. “From now on, you’re not going to try to resist the urge to have a cigarette. You don’t want to deny yourself pleasure. You have an addiction. You don’t want to give up this addiction. You want to give control of it to me”

I was stunned, excited, thrilled. I was exactly where she wanted me to be. I would have given anything at that moment to be able to move, to bury my face in her breasts. To please her in any way possible.

“I’m much more pleasurable than any cigarette, aren’t I Treasure?” She twirled the crystal around her fingers.

“Yes Goddess.”

“And you love the idea of giving me total control over your addiction, don’t you Treasure?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Very good. You’re excited about the idea that I can use this addiction to take your training to an even deeper level. From now on, any time you feel this addiction clouding your mind, you will discover yourself fixating on the image of my breasts in your memory. You will immediately become distractingly aroused, and you will be unable to focus on anything except how much you want me to tease you, to hypnotize you, and to use your addiction to deepen my control over you. This thought makes you very excited and even more eager to please me than before, doesn’t it Treasure?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Whenever you find yourself in this state, you will instantly realize that your craving is NOT for a cigarette; your craving is for ME. You are deeply addicted to me, and you don’t want to break this addiction; you want to succumb to it. The feeling you will experience is a deep craving for me to tease your cock and to guide you into a deep hypnotic trance. Do you understand, Treasure?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“This experience of arousal will increase each time that it occurs, but you will not be able to release without my permission. You will contact me immediately and confess in detail how thoroughly you are enjoying your experience of addiction. If you please me, I may give you permission to release, or I may give you other commands so that you can please me more perfectly. You will be extremely turned on if I choose to give you such commands, and you will ache to carry them out for me; it makes you very excited to know that I can use your cock to manipulate and control you, doesn’t it, Treasure?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“If you can’t contact me, you will leave a message letting me know how you feel, and your Virtual Goddess will decide if you deserve permission to release for me. She will know if you need relief in order to write, and she will know when it would be best to use your arousal to deepen my control over you. She may command you to do things that please me even if I do not ask for them, and you will enjoy following her commands because you know that it will please me. Isn’t that right, Treasure?”

“Oh yes, my Goddess.”

“Good Treasure. Now in a moment, I’m going to give you permission to move, and you will not be able to control your desperate craving to please me. You will pleasure me without release until I have come several times. When I give you the command to sleep, you will fall back into this deep level of trance, and you’ll be even more aroused and desperate, and you will be even more open to obeying my suggestions. I will need to reinforce this set of commands several times in order to be sure that you’ve fully accepted them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

It was going to be a long, wonderful night.