The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I wanted to take a break from having awfully good sex with my fiancée and thank mcstories for reawakening her sex drive. I thought you all might like to know how it happened.

In the spirit of all mc stories, I suppose I ought to start with introductions and descriptions. I have to admit that when I read mc stories I envision my own cast of characters. But I know that we all have our own ways of fantasizing and for those of us who prefer more description, here you are: I am a young-looking 25 year-old white male. Young-looking enough that I am still asked for my ID when I order a beer and my stubble is barely noticeable by the end of the day.

I have blue eyes and light brown hair and am not very tall, around 5′6″ or 5′7″. I am not at all insecure about that, but I admit to being a little insecure about the size of my penis. So insecure that I won’t even tell you what it measures.

My fiancée, bless her, has a very tight pussy and says (I hope she’s being honest when she says this) that she wouldn’t want a man with a larger penis because mine is long enough to sometimes be uncomfortable. And anyway she has this thing she does with those muscles down there. But here I am describing very personal attributes when you’re probably wondering about her breasts or something equally as personal.

She’s only two inches shorter than me, unless she’s wearing her stretchy knee-high black boots, and then we can look each other directly in the eyes. Hers are blue, too, and her hair is down to the bottom of her nipples and is a luscious dark brown. She hasn’t dyed it since she shaved it and let it grow out. Before then it was in a short green bob.

Out of all those hairstyles I like her current one the best. It has these cute, naturally occurring, blonde streaks. Her nose manages to be small and aristocratic at the same time and her lips are definitely kissable. We both consider ourselves slightly overweight and are exercising diligently in an attempt to work it off. She wants to be slimmer in time for the wedding but I think she’s perfect the way she is. I keep telling her so and she smiles sweetly at me and says it’s all a matter of proportion and her tummy is simply out of proportion to the rest of her body. I disagree but I’m sure you all know how impossible it is to change someone’s mind about something like that.

It’s strikingly easy to change someone’s mind about sex, however, which still amazes me.

I’m not sure when it started, but there’d been a lot of stress in my beloved’s life lately and it started to show in the bedroom. Usually her sex drive is perfectly attuned to her cycle and there’d be two or three days when she’d continually be begging for sex. Two or three days out of a month of some really hot sex, plus another week’s worth or so of intermittent hanky-panky when I could get her in the mood. That was acceptable to me, though all you men out there will know what I mean when I say a little more than that couldn’t hurt.

About two months ago we went nearly four weeks without anything. No kissing, even. It was like the concept of sex didn’t even exist in her mind. She kept apologizing and we both felt sorry for ourselves. When we’d try to initiate something she was too dry and the lubricant we had made her sting. Finally she went to her doctor. She had to have a pap smear anyway. The doctor told her there was nothing visibly wrong with her, that the sex drive was definitely hooked up to her monthly cycle, and that she should just relax and not worry.

Aha! You saw the word “relax”, didn’t you? Well, nothing like that took place. It was all very professional. The doctor helped tremendously in two ways: one, my fiancée now knew she was not alone in experiencing a complete lack of sex drive and two, the doctor had recommended trying a different brand of lubricant, saying that not all of them have the same ingredients.

Somehow, knowing that she wasn’t a super sexless freak made my fiancée chill out and by the time the peak of her cycle came around again she was nearly as horny as when we were first dating.

Now I’m not going to say whether it was intentional or not, but while I was being frozen out of the bed I used the mc stories website for hand-guided orgasms in my office. We live in a nice roomy house and I could escape to my own office to reenact in my head the stories I had read online.

But the computer I used was hers and in her office so at some point she noticed the mcstories on the internet history and went there herself. She laughed at the stories but not, thankfully, at me. She asked if I wanted to be hypnotized or to hypnotize her and I said no, I just like reading the stories. That night the sex was better than it had been in a while. I started to change my mind.

I’ve read a few mc stories myself where three-quarters of the text was induction language and after reading one I’d feel a little light-headed. If she was interested enough in the stories maybe I could write one or ten, ask Simon bar Sinister (I’m too afraid of him to simply call him Simon) to post it or them, tell her I’d written and mc story or ten just for her, and then... Well, first I’d have to figure out what to write. I had a short debate about my liabilities, if any, if someone else read all of them and found themselves affected? I decided that would be their problem. So all of you reading this had better be warned: be careful what you read and how much and how often. And now, back to our story:

She works at home doing freelance work and at that time was in-between jobs. The timing was perfect. I holed myself up in my office for about an hour every evening, telling her I was working on a story I thought she’d like. She was impatient to read it and I had to calm her with kisses and distract her with chocolate. Finally the stories were ready. I wasn’t sure if Mr. bar Sinister would post all of them at once but I had to try. I sent them on a Monday so he’d have more time to review them before posting them the following Saturday. I was nervous all week and my fiancée was kind enough to give me a backrub about midweek. Finally it was Saturday. Every hour I was checking the mc stories website. Around 11 PM they were there. Either Simon bar Sinister had a whole lot of stories to post or he was not in the same time zone.

“Let me see!” My darling woman pouted at my shoulder, “I want to read what you wrote!”

I closed the web browser and turned off the computer.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You have to wait ‘til Monday.”

She stuck out her lower lip and I moved to grab it with my finger and thumb. I wasn’t fast enough but it did make her smile. She ran a finger down my chest and winked lasciviously. Since the sex we had was not under the influence of mind control you don’t get to read about it. So there.

We spent Sunday gardening and puttering and generally relaxing but I could tell that my beloved was anxious to see what I’d written for her. I had to keep and eye on her so she wouldn’t slip to her computer.

Finally it was Monday. Her goodbye kiss was wet and hot and most of me wanted to stay home. But heck, the sooner I left the sooner she’d be getting wide-eyed over my stories. Little did I know...

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re home, sweetie,” she said, covering my face with kisses when I got home that afternoon, “Let’s go have sex.”

Unfortunately, I’m not that kind of guy. After a hard day at work I have to do something mild and relaxing, like read the paper on the couch, before I feel human enough to be romantic. I said something lame like, “That sounds nice, maybe later. You know I like to relax a little bit when I get home.”

“Wouldn’t you like to relax in bed? Naked? Between my legs?” She asked hopefully and I sighed and shook my head no. She was just as frustrated as I had been before her hormones had kicked in again. We did end up having sex that night and it was awfully good. Afterwards I wondered if my stories had packed too much punch.

The next day she was begging again. In the morning. I reminded her I don’t like morning sex all that much and that anyway I had to go to work. In the afternoon she was still begging.

“Are you horny because you were reading stories from the mc website again?” I asked.

“I read those stories because I was horny. And now I’m even more hot for you. I masturbated and it felt really good with the vibrator up my ass, but I really want you to fuck me.”

How could I not get turned on by that kind of talk? But I was tired and wanted to relax, plus I’m the one that cooks (she can’t get enough of my cooking) and we still had to go to the grocery store to get the ingredients for the meal. So I turned her down and she pouted. It was the middle of the week and she’d have to keep pouting before the weekend rolled around and I could spare more energy and time. Meanwhile we caressed each other and kissed and snuggled and finally it was Friday.

She picked up me and my coworkers at our office and we drove to a little deli to have Greek kebabs for lunch. She and I managed to keep our hands off each other in public but every time I looked at her I could feel myself getting hard.

She is so lovely. Animated when she talks and focused when she listens. I love the way she tilts her head when she’s about to say something silly and the way her breasts look so inviting. They’re small breasts, actually, but that lets her get away with rarely wearing a bra and she wasn’t wearing one that Friday. When she dropped us off I was the last to get out of the car and I said, “I’ll call you when I’m about to come home. Maybe you could wear something sexy.”

“Okay,” she said, with a cheerful grin and absolutely no hesitation in her voice. I leaned over to kiss her and her mouth was soft and warm and open and I didn’t want to get out of the car.

I could hardly think about anything else but her while I was at work. I called her to let her know I was on my way and she said she couldn’t wait to see me. I couldn’t wait to see her myself and took the bus instead of walking home like I normally do.

When I walked in the door I called, “I’m home!”

“Hi, sweetheart!” She called back as she rounded the corner of the hallway. She was all in black: the knee-high boots I’d bought her, black stockings, extremely short black skirt that she hadn’t worn in a while. I realized it must have been because the exercise was starting to pay off. And a black fuzzy sweater that hugged her torso and made her pale skin seem to glow. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. She knows I like the natural look. But her hair was down and luxuriously luminous and her blue eyes smiled at me seductively. I walked up to her and drew her to me with an arm around her waist and my hand pressed to the small of her back. I kissed her roughly and let my other hand slide along her thigh where the skirt ended.

“You look beautiful,” I said, “and sexy and delicious.”

She laughed her deep, throaty little chuckle that she does when she’s turned on and slipped one leg between mine, raising her knee just a little to brush against my crotch.

“And you, darling, are yummy enough to eat,” she murmured.

We stood in the dining room kissing and fondling for a while. My hands brushed gently all over her, eliciting moans and sighs and small shifts in her weight that seemed to expose her body to me even more. She ran her fingers through my hair, down the back of my neck and forward down my chest to my nipples, which are extremely sensitive. She rubbed her fingertips against them and I breathed heavily against her neck. I wasn’t sure how long I’d let her stay in those clothes.

My fingers started to insinuate themselves between the skirt and her legs, traveling up to touch the end of her stockings and the beginning of her garter belt. When I ran my hand up to her waist all I could feel was her smooth skin and the garter belt. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. I considered turning her around and bending her over the dining room table, but the table creaked and shifted when we set it for dinner so I didn’t think it could take her weight or the abuse of me shoving her against it repeatedly while I fucked her. Meanwhile, her hands were drifting down to brush against my hard cock and grab hard at my hips, pulling them against her. She ground the mound of her pussy against me and growled softly.

I turned her away from me and her ass started rubbing against my crotch. I pulled her hair to one side and started nibbling on her neck. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes and sighed while I reached around to fondle her breasts through her sweater.

Oh, is this too much detail for you all? I’ll try to speed it up a little.

She confessed to me that she wanted me to pull her hair while we had sex. This was after we’d moved to the bedroom, having stopped in the hallway on the way where I pushed her up against the wall and fingered her pussy. She moaned the word “yes” and I pulled my fingers away. She groaned in disappointment and I pulled on one of her nipples through her sweater to lead her into the bedroom. It was time to test some of the suggestions I’d planted in the stories.

“Simon says kneel.” And that’s exactly what she did, even as her face got a sort of puzzled look on it. I grinned at her. But would she have kneeled anyway? Probably. She’s told me more than once that she likes kneeling to suck my cock.

“Simon says stand.” And she did, looking even more puzzled than before.

“Darling,” she began, but I said (can you guess?):

“Simon says be quiet.” And she was. I was beginning to like this.

I pushed her face-down over the bed and paused to admire her bent form, ass up and wriggling, begging me to fuck her. I unzipped my trousers and raised her skirt so it was all bunched at her waist. I spanked her a few times and with each slap she moaned louder and wriggled more and I could see she was getting wetter.

I drew my cock out of my pants and rubbed the head against her pussy and her hips moved back, trying to get me inside. I plunged my cock in a few times before making her stand up again. Her face was flushed and she looked at me like I was crazy for not fucking her there and then. I smiled and kissed her and she fell into kissing me tenderly, repeatedly, while my hands worked to remove her skirt. I folded it nicely and set it aside.

Then I took off her sweater. She had to stop kissing me a moment to let me do that. She was now only wearing her garter belt, stockings, and sexy boots. She started to tug at my clothing and we took them off together. I pushed her back onto the bed, this time she was facing me and crawling backwards with her legs spread until she was all the way on the bed. I climbed between her legs and sat up on my knees, looking down at her, tracing her stocking-clad legs with my fingertips.

I love the way her face flushes when she’s aroused, how her nipples tighten and her chest heaves with her heavy breathing. She was looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and a come-hither look. I reached down to massage her breasts and she rolled her head back, arching her back to expose her breasts to me as much as possible. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth.

“Simon says bite,” she whispered in my ear as she held on to the back of my neck. And I did, albeit with a puzzled look on my face. She made a loud sound. I reached up to her hair and got a fistful at the back of her head. I pulled as hard as I dared and she gasped softly. I slid my cock into her pussy and well, I can’t describe how good it felt. How amazing it was to have this delicate woman under me, to be in her, to make love with her. You can imagine the rest, I’m sure. If you can’t, bummer for you.

Since then we’ve been having sex nearly every night. Good wet sex. Me dominant, her submissive and vice versa. With or without clothing. With or without bonds. Afternoon sex, evening sex, oral sex, anal sex, on the top, on the bottom, kneeling. Whatever. Independent of her monthly cycle. And Simon sure is saying a lot of stuff.

But that’s not the point of this story. The point is that I think mcstories went a long way towards improving our sex lives. I want to thank the authors and Simon bar Sinister. You all gave me the idea and the means to execute it and if I got caught up in it myself I suppose that’s about what I deserve. And if you got caught up in it too well, I’m not sorry. I hope you can use those stories on your next vi- I mean, uh, boyfriend or girlfriend. Or fiancée.