The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It had been three years since the divorce. Messy thing, turned my life upside down, drove me into a long depression. I’d lost the love of my life, my job, my home, my identity. The marriage had been great—well, almost great. We’d been best friends, companions, lovers—every man’s ideal. Except in bed. Sure she was hot, easily a 9 on the beauty scale. Her figure was like something out of an x rated film, except her 38D tits was a bit saggy. (my preference of course, is for full, round stand-up tits—silicone actually).

And when she let go and got into it, she was the hottest woman I’d ever been with. So when things went well, the sex was beyond incredible. Role playing, sex toys, hours of passion and lots of cum.

The problem was that she used sex as a control system, where she determined where and when. The where was great, because we’d done it at home, in the car, at 30,000 feet… The when was another matter altogether. During our many years of marriage, I got satisfaction maybe twice or three times a month at most. Some months it was one hot night and nothing for another month.

The divorce came when we both reached the point where our different libidos became too much of a strain for either of us to deal with. And another big issue was that through the years we’d evolved our experiments and our willingness to go to new heights further and further, and she was afraid where it might lead one day. Like anal sex. I’d let her know from the start that I’d want to experience it one day. She was of a different mind from the beginning. At first, anal sex was off limits altogether. But I know enough about a woman’s passion that when you get them so wet they’re begging for release you can sometimes push the accepted limits, so I hatched a plan to introduce anal sex subtly.

First it began one night while I had her on her hands and knees, her juices flowing freely, and me plowing her pussy relentlessly. That night, in that moment of total abandon, I slowly slid a finger just outside the outer ring of her butthole. Just enough to tease the nerve-endings. As we built toward climax, she was so caught up in the oncoming orgasm, she had no objection as I slowly slid my finger in circles smaller and smaller honing in on my target—and just as she was screaming out in release, my finger pressed itself up against the hole itself, and lightly tap-tap-tapped right onto her hole as she came in a flooding torrent.

From then on, during some, but not all sessions, I would slowly introduce the finger into it’s circular motions earlier on in the session, getting her used to it’s presence, and associating the sensations of my finger on her butt-rim with the pleasure of orgasmic release.

Eventually, just using my finger on the rim would elicit the same moans of pleasure that previously would only come from teasing her pussy. That’s when I turned it up a notch and began to press the tip of my finger into her hole as she would climax. First the tip, then up to the first knuckle, and eventually, within a few months, it was now common practice for me to be pressing my entire thumb or index finger deep into her butthole as she came. And when I would do this, she would cum harder than she had ever cum.

Well, after about a year of this, she got bold one night and shocked me (to my delight) by taking her favorite pink gel dildo and grinding it into her butt, without any prompting from me.

I was floored—no, I was harder than I thought possible previously! To see my hot, exotic wife, pressing that dildo into her butt-hole as she lie face down, butt in the air, her pussy juice dripping down onto the bed-sheets, was like something I had never known—I mean, my wife was becoming a true slut in the bedroom. And it never failed to get me so worked up that I would slide in behind her, pop my cock into her pussy, and drive it home knowing that she had that dildo invading her most taboo place. The feeling was indescribable. I could actually feel the thickness and stiffness of the dildo through her cunt-wall, and I would rub my cock along it, and we would both cum, spurting juice all up inside her cunt, to the point where it overflowed out around my cock…

Well, here we were, at a new place in our sex, and I figured, the dildo is as big around and as long as my cock—so surely this would eventually lead to her allowing me to ram my actual cock up her butt.

And boy, was I wrong. Dead wrong. Every time I even began to approach the subject, she would immediately launch into her “it will never happen” routine. I mean, she wouldn’t even discuss it. So for the last couple years of our marriage, I was becoming more and more frustrated by this limit, while it was clear that we both enjoyed this new limit as much as any other aspect of our by then raunchy sexcapades.

Then there was the sex-talk- we would quite often pretend that she had that morning given her body to one, two, or more strangers, in all holes, over and over again… Our fantasy describing became so intense that by the time I was ready to penetrate her, her cunt would be soaking the sheets.

Yet we never really crossed that line either in the real world.

So when we split, one of the main reasons she gave was that she was afraid we’d cross those lines, and that she just couldn’t do it, and wasn’t willing to talk it out with me. No chance for discussion, counseling, nothing—divorce was the only option.

So here I am, three years on my own again. And I haven’t had sex with a single woman since we’d split. The emotional turmoil, the need to completely re-evaluate my life, to get my dignity, my confidence, and my sense of self-worth restored just wouldn’t allow me to feel comfortable enough all that time.

Sure, I had dated a few times, yet every time, I couldn’t help but compare every woman with my ex-wife. And they never met the standard I had set in terms of physical beauty combined with personality and intelligence.

But how long can a guy go like that, ya know? So one day I decided to pack my bags and head west, to the land of palm trees, and silicone—LA. I figured it was finally time to get my life into a new groove, and to find a woman who not only stood up to the comparisons, but went beyond, especially in the area that I’d been so frustrated over—sex. I was determined to find a woman who would be willing to go where my ex had never gone. Anal sex, sex with other women, other men… and perhaps a bit of bondage play as well—heck, might as well go for my ideal right?

But in reality, I’m now in my 40s—not exactly youthful in appearance—my beard is nearly all grey, and my hair a lot thinner than it used to be. And financially, I’m starting over too. So how attractive would I be as a complete package to a woman I considered my ideal? This was the problem I faced on a daily basis as I would focus on my goals.

That was when I came across a guy in a bar. Non-descript guy, non-descript bar, non-descript night… And we got to talking about life, relationships, fulfilling one’s life dreams. And I told him my story. I don’t exactly know why I revealed the details—never had to anyone before. But for some reason, I felt comfortable enough to do so.

As I was getting to the point in my story about that being the main reason I’d moved to LA, Jack (the guy I’d been chatting with for the past hour) said “Ya know, I was just like you a couple years back—at a seeming dead end in my relationship life. You’d never know it today though, what with my porn-star for a wife, and my mansion in Malibu. But it’s true—or it was true, until I found the pill-man.”

The Pill-man? I asked? Like, what’s this guy talking about, a pill-man? “Look—Kit (that’s my name), I don’t often share this with others, it’s just not something you go around announcing to the world. But I feel your pain dude—been in your shoes, and figure I can trust you. What I’m about to tell you is something you need to see to believe, because just telling you won’t be anything more than a “yeah right” kind of a deal. So after I tell you this, you gotta come out to the mansion and see for yourself—hell—even if you don’t believe me after I tell you and show you, at least you’ll have the chance to hang out in a beach-front house for an evening and that can’t be so bad can it?”

HELL—one of my other dreams not-yet realized, was that one day I’d find a way to accumulate enough money to buy a house on the strip known as the Malibu colony—you know—the secluded, exclusive strip of multi-million dollar homes in Malibu that’s home to some of the world’s most famous stars. And the idea of being able to actually check out one of these houses up close and in person, coupled with my feeling like Jack might be a potential friend, let alone the intrigue of his pitch let me go along with what he offered. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

OK—I said—I’ll bite- tell me about the pill-man, and how he changed your life so drastically.

“Well, like I said, I was like you—dirt poor, divorced, down in the dumps, and having no clue how I was going to get out of it. That’s when I met the pill-man—an old geezer of about 80—well I thought he was about 80 when I met him, but he claims to actually be 140 years old!”

WOAH—140? What the hell kind of a story am I getting thrown at me here? I said…

“hahahaha yeah, yeah, I reacted that way too, until I got a chance to experience the pills myself. See, the pill-man heard my story and not unlike tonight, with you, he told me he had an answer that could change my life for the better in ways that I could only dream of—IF I was willing to listen to his story, and see for myself. Said he was willing to impart his knowledge with me because he couldn’t see great guys go on living such meager, humiliating lives knowing what he did…

As he explained it, he’d been to Asia one year and in a hike into the hills came upon a monk in a cave… Now this particular monk was into exotic herbs, Chinese medicine, that kind of stuff. And it was the monk who introduced the pill-man to the art of power. Power of one’s physical well being, power of one’s destiny actually. Apparently, if a person knows what they’re doing with the right kind of herbs, they can concoct a formula that creates pills designed to directly affect the mind in a very special way.

I’m talking about cellular and genetic control here—manipulation of the human being at the cellular level. Without going into extreme detail, in essence, if you know what you’re doing, you can make a pill that when ingested, can alter your genetic make-up—give you more youthful appearance, healing powers over disease, change your metabolism. Mix the herbs up in a different way, and the pill ingested can alter thought patterns, emotional condition. What’s even better, if you mix the pills just so, and give one to someone else, not only can the pill alter their mind, the person can become more suggestible—more pliable to your will upon them.”

Wait—this is all too much I said—Are you telling me that there’s a way, by ingesting a little blue pill, that I can shed years off my body, or that if I slip a little green pill into a hot babe’s drink, I can then use mind-control to have my way with her?”

“hahahaha—yeah, basically, that’s what I’m saying” Jack said, with a straight face.

OK- look, Jack, I’ve read my share of sci-fi, learned about hypnosis, practiced self-hypnosis myself from time to time… but come on—you’re talking about pure fiction here—changing the genetic structure? There’s either got to be some serious joke goin on here in this bar, or surely if, and I say “IF”, it’s possible, it’s got to be too dangerous to even consider trying—like—major side effects—creating a deranged zombie or something…

“Well, yeah, if you don’t know what you’re doing, that’s possible Kit—but like I said—you have to know what you’re doing—this isn’t rocket science, but it IS chemistry. And whether it’s a joke or not—think about this—how big is the pharmaceutical industry in the US? Billions—probably tens of billions right? And every day, medications are taken by hundreds of millions of people—and those medications alter the body, the mind… so what’s so hard to believe that with the right ingredients, you can take those alterations even further?”

He had me there. I mean, I couldn’t argue with the medical feats being achieved every day of my life—the new heights, the new achievements… So here I was, having gone way too long without some good ole pussy, without a real life companion, and without very much money in the bank—so I was ripe and ready to believe.

OK—I said—I gotta at least give you the benefit of the doubt—how are you going to show me? You planning on expecting me to take a pill or something?

“No—not yet—I want you to see what it’s done for me, my wife—and I’ll give you a real-life demonstration with one of my wife’s co-workers—a little filly I been wanting to fuck for a while now… You won’t believe it fully til you see it in action. So you game?”

Now it was my turn to laugh out loud—and say yes…

Jack’s house was awesome—we’re talking about a $5,000,000 house right on the beach in Malibu… The views were everything I’d seen in books, magazines, on television and in the movies… The house itself was probably 4,000 square feet of modern bleached woods, 12 foot ceilings, sculptures, modern art on the walls, a huge Jacuzzi out on the patio…. And his wife, Candy, well, damned if she wasn’t one of the hottest, shapeliest, dreamiest women I’d ever met…

When we arrived at the house, it was probably about ten at night, and Candy was in the living room—and when she stood to greet her husband, I just stood there, doing all I could to keep my tongue in my mouth, and my eyes on her face—but couldn’t help repeatedly looking down at that body. Five foot six or so, probably about 120 lbs, blonde hair down to her butt—tits as big as melons, firm, round and nearly all exposed in what would normally be considered a halter top—but on Candy, was more like a melon-sack…. Those tits must have been 44 Es—but obviously silicone… (which was more than fine with me!)

Her skirt was a lo-rise deal—allowing her smooth skinned and taught belly to show, a diamond belly ring shining brightly in my eye… but the best thing was that the skirt was so short I could almost see her cunt—almost, but not quite… And she was wearing five inch spikes -my favorite kind!—giving her sculpted legs the right lift, so that when she turned around, her butt was lifted up at the perfect angle for a rear-entry fuck…

OK, so here I was, standing in a house on the beach in Malibu with my new friend Jack, and his slut-for-a-wife Candy- and all of a sudden, I was starting to believe more….

When Candy and Jack hugged in greeting, the kiss that followed was nothing less than right out of a porn flick—long, wet, and pure passion. And Jack’s hands drifted right down to Candy’s butt, where he proceeded to squeeze, ply, and caress those perfect butt cheeks. Well the kiss lasted a LONG time… and as Jack squeezed his wife’s butt, she unabashedly ground her groin into Jack’s.

When they finally broke the kiss, I was rock-hard, enthralled, and quite honestly, salivating at the possibility of just perhaps myself being able to fuck this woman silly!

Jack introduced me to Candy, and said—Kit’s a new friend I met tonight—a real great guy! At that moment, Candy came over to me, her blue eyes gazing longingly into mine, wrapped her slender arms around me, pulled me into her supple body, and proceeded to wet-kiss-french-tongue-fuck me in the most intensely passionate kiss I’d felt in over three years! Her body screamed sex, the mixture of her perfume and the smell of pussy radiated up into my nostrils and went straight to my head… I couldn’t help but get even harder—my cock tent-poling straight up and out, and now finding itself ground into Candy’s crotch…

Now, I would normally “think” about this kind of welcome from a friend’s wife, but til this moment would never on my own ever initiate something like this—it just wouldn’t be right ya know?

But hell, what’s a guy supposed to do when the woman takes the initiative, and when that woman is as hot as Candy? Just as I was melting into this godess, she squeezed MY butt cheeks, and stepped back—“Hi Kit- welcome to our home—any friend of Jack’s is a friend of mine!” she said, smiling brightly…

I was speechless of course, and though I was turned on intensely, I gazed over at Jack, expecting to see a very upset man, but instead, saw a smiling face looking back at me!

“You a believer yet Kit?” he asked? That’s ALL he said—not—excuse Candy, or “Candy, what the hell are you doing”… but “You a believer yet Kit?”

Uh, ah, uh… well… is all I could stammer.

“hahahaha—caught you off guard—sorry bout that buddy—I should have warned you before. You see, Candy here is rather expressive in her physical presence and in her desire to let others know how she feels. So when I introduced you as my friend, that was Candy’s cue to let you know how she treats my real friends—something she knows turns me on and when there’s something that turns me on, Candy will do whatever she can to help me out.”

“Oh—Kit- I’m sorry—did I overwhelm you?” Candy asked? “I hope you’re not upset at my behavior—it’s just that I like to please Jack, because when he’s happy, I’m happy—it’s what I live for actually!” She said, with a happy face glowing erotically at me!

“No—no—it’s alright—well, it’s more than alright—actually. I said. I just didn’t expect such a greeting—it’s not something I experience every day ya know?” I said.

“Oh—of course—how silly of me—I always forget that most women are frigid bitches that don’t know a good fuck-buddy when they see one, and don’t know how to please their husbands either” Candy said matter-of-factly.

To hear this kind of talk from a woman was more than unusual—I’d never heard a woman express such views anywhere except in my fantasies til this night.

“Oh Jack—look how big Kit’s cock is—yummy…” Candy said, as she quivered in her shoes…

“Well damn—Candy—you know how hot you are—have you EVER not gotten a rise out of any of the men I’ve introduced you to over the years?” Jack asked?

No—you’re right—it’s just that most aren’t so big and thick—or if they are it’ not so easy to tell most of the time when they’re wearing pants.” Candy said—as though she were talking about just another routine topic.

“Well perhaps Kit would like it if you helped him relieve the tension of the day.” Jack said.

“Oooohhh—would he?” Candy asked? As she asked this, she slid up to me again. This time, she pressed herself into me again, and as she gave me a smoldering-eyed look, and in a totally soft and slutty way, said to me “Kit, I’d be happy to help you relieve your tension… Wanna slip this man-meat in my tight pussy?” As she said this, her hand slipped between our bodies and she gave my cock a firm squeeze, making my cock throb.

I quickly looked back and forth between Candy and Jack—wondering if this was real, a dream, or some weird set-up designed to get me to fall for some phony scam…

“Relax Jack—this is the real deal dude… no bullshit—I swear” Jack said. “Candy’s been trained to help my friends get what they’re not getting from their wives, but only after I prompt her. She’s totally faithful to me otherwise… SO help yourself if you’d like.” He said.

Uh, well, uh, that’s a really powerful offer, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable enough with this whole scene. I said. (Damn, I can be such a fool sometimes)

“Oh—OK- sure—I understand—this is all new to you, and a major shock I suppose.” Jack said.

“Oh, but Kit, you’re so thick, and my pussy is so wet just holding you” Candy said, still firmly gripping my cock… “Please, just let me give you a little treat—I promise—you’ll really like it.” She said.

Uh, well, (Damn, I’m stammering a lot here), uh—No offense Candy-you’re gorgeous, and I have no doubt it would be enjoyable—it’s just that…” Is all I was able to say when Candy proceeded to unzip my pants, and drop to her knees in front of me… Caught off guard once again, all I could do was stand there, now looking down at that thick mane of blonde hair on the top of Candy’s head as she proceeded to free my now almost painfully erect cock from the confines of my underwear….

Hearing no further objection from me, Candy delicately took my cock in her hands, moaned loudly, and proceeded to slowly engulf the entire length of it into her mouth. We’re talking about a very wet, very warm, very amazing mouth… Now, I’ve had my share of blow-jobs before, but frankly, had never really enjoyed the experience in real life… Sure, in fantasies, I’d dreamt about ramming my cock in power-strokes into some slut’s mouth, but I’d never actually had the chance to go that far before—all the blow-jobs I’d ever had before were a joke in comparison to this assault.

Jack by now, as sitting on the sofa, rubbing his cock, as he watched his wife power-sucking my cock. “Go ahead—pull her face onto your cock—she really gets off being treated roughly Kit.” He said.

I looked over at him and couldn’t help myself—if this guy got off watching his wife suck another man, and if she was so willing to go to town on a stranger’s cock, well, I mean, it already felt better than anything I’d ever known, so any last vestiges of doubt, fear, concern were gone by now… SO I slid my hands into that silky smooth hair—and firmly placed them just behind her ears…

And Candy moaned around my cock—looked longingly up into my eyes, bobbing her head back and forth—and nodded her head in affirmation.

Now, one of the reasons I’d never done this—take control of a face-fuck before that is—was because I’d never gotten indication from any of the women I’d been with that they’d be into this kind of treatment. The other was that I have always feared being injured by the woman’s teeth… but Candy’s mouth—it was like a tight wet pussy on shoulders! So I tightened my grip on her head, and proceeded to pull her head onto my cock at my pace- slowly at first—bringing her face close to my crotch, then pulling her head back til only about two inches of my cock were left in her mouth, then I’d pull her head forward again… And as I got into rhythm, I was getting more and more turned on… and at one point, I crossed the line of not caring—not worrying about anything but getting off…

So I pulled her face forcefully into my crotch, her mouth deeply around my now slobbery smooth cock—to the point where the entire length was buried in her mouth, the tip just touching the beginning of her throat (OK, so I don’t exactly have a monster cock—but it’s unusually thick compared to most—so it was the most amazing feeling—to have her lips stretched wide, her nose buried in my cock-hairs…

I then began roughly pounding into her mouth—over and over, thrusting forward and back, in sync with my pulling and pushing her head along my length…

By now Candy’s mouth was filled with saliva, spittle, and pre-cum—and that’s when she started gurgling with each thrust. My God, it was unbelievable. Awesome. Fucking intense!

Something else that I’d never done before was actually come in a woman’s mouth—except one time—at which point the woman proceeded to immediately spit my cum out—which turned me off so much that I’d never done it again. But I had a feeling this woman wouldn’t spit—that she’d eagerly swallow all I had to offer.

So I kept it up—fucking her face, engulfed in the most exquisite sexual experience I’d had—the ONLY sexual experience I’d had in three long years… As I looked down, Candy had one hand on a now exposed tit—pulling and twisting the nipple—stretching it out, shaking her tit… and her other hand down in her crotch furiously circulating the hand around her pussy. And she continued to gurgle all the while…

“That’s it Kit—go for it—she’s getting off on it.” Jack said. Now, normally, I don’t particularly care to gaze at another man while I’m fucking a woman—it distracts me.. but again, this was a unique experience to say the least. So I looked over at Jack, and sure enough, he had his cock out—a huge cock—like at least a foot long, and he was jerking off right there on the couch…

This turned me on even more—knowing that I was face-fucking another man’s wife while the man watched… So I doubled up my thrusts, looked back down at Candy’s head, her humongous tits… and that’s when I began to climb the slope toward cumming.

I couldn’t help myself now—so I said “That’s it slut—take my cock in your mouth while your husband watches… God—you’re such a slut—so fucking hot… Do you like it when I fuck your face bitch?”

Candy said something in reply, but with my cock filling her mouth, the pounding of her head into my crotch, saliva dripping out around her mouth and my cock, made whatever she said incoherent. But frankly I couldn’t give a rat’s ass at that point what it was that she’d said. I was taking this to completion the way I’d always dreamed I’d do given the chance.

By now I was literally jerking her head violently back and forth on my cock—as I was about to explode. Candy was grinding her hips, still twisting and pulling on her tit… and that’s when I began to spurt—so I pulled her head firmly into my crotch—wanting to ensure that there was no way she could pull away…. And shot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, my butt cheeks quivering with the release of so much pent-up frustration—so much long-overdue intensity… And holding her head tightly against my crotch.

After several full spurts, I held firm, jerking my hips forward in order to squeeze out the last remaining cum in my sac out and into Candy’s mouth. When I was done cumming, I held her head close in, because I would be damned if this bitch was going to spit out my load. But there was no need to worry about that, because Candy began swallowing noisily with my cock in her mouth.

OH God—this was too much, too cool—to fucking good. And I loved every moment of it!

As Candy slowly sank onto her butt, I slowly pulled her head back, her mouth off of my now spent manhood.

And I was suddenly washed over with fear—fear that she would be pissed at such harsh treatment—fear that Jack would get up and beat the hell out of me for treating his wife this way…

As I looked over at Jack, he was still pounding his cock! And as I looked down at Candy, she was gasping for gulps of air, nodding her head up and down, and still she pulled at her tit, and vigorously rubbing her clit!

She eventually looked up into my eyes, her expression one of total awe mixed with total lust. She then began to convulse violently, screamed “YES—YES…. I’m such a fuck-slut… a bitch in heat…. YES….” And she came—hard… I know that she really did cum—because it turns out she’s a squirter!—And Squirt after squirt of pussy juice began to fly out of her cunt and down onto her hand, the floor, her thighs…

When the last squirt was out, her hand held still against her throbbing pussy, Candy fell back onto her back, totally spent. She looked up at me, with a glazed over look on her face, and said “Oh God Kit—you’re such a fucking powerful man… Thank you Kit—thank you for giving me the face-fucking I deserved for making you so hard…”

I was in heaven—surely I was dead and in heaven… She then turned her face to look at Jack on the couch—and upon seeing him pound his cock—she said “Did that turn you on Jack, seeing another man Fucking my face?” Did you like it when Kit was fucking my mouth? When his sperm filled my throat and I swallowed it down into my belly?”

“Oh—God—you know I love it—Candy” he said, as he shot a HUGE wad of cum up into the air—and kept shooting more and more cum—I’m talking more cum than I’d ever thought possible from one man.

Holy shit- I may FEEL like I’m in heaven, but this was real. Malibu mansion, kinky couple- fuck-slut with my cum in her belly—it was all real!

As we all slowly wound down, Jack said “Well, Kit, if you’re not a believer yet, just wait til I introduce you to Mindy!” And he let out a roaring laugh…

Later on, as the three of us were sitting out on the deck overlooking the Pacific, Candy sitting between Jack and I slowly rubbing both of our cocks, I said " OK—I may actually believe you now—so what’s the catch? What do I need to do to get some of these pills?”

Absolutely nothing Kit—I really like you—you’re an alright guy, and I just want you to enjoy life the way I am enjoying mine now. I don’t want your money—I’m a multi-millionaire. I don’t need anything you have to offer me—of course I hope you consider me a friend now—that’s always a plus. But no, I don’t want anything at all. Except your word that you’ll promise to always follow the specific chemical formulas exactly when you do make pills as you want to. Because I’m serious Kit- one slip-up in a batch and you could do yourself or someone else serious harm.