The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Drifting in hypnosis, engulfed in arousal, Penny felt no need to pay attention to the commands that were being slipped into her mind. She hadn’t been told not to hear them, but her obedience had become so implicit, so automatic, that being aware of them was irrelevant. The commands would enter her mind. She would obey them.

In the meantime, Penny simply swam in her own arousal, feeling as though it might eventually drown her. At some point, she obeyed a command to stand, and even in her hypnotized state, her legs struggled to support her – the physical intensity of her lust acting as the only challenge to the submission of her mind.

More commands wafted over her, entering her, making her more and more Mistress’s toy. She turned, she moved, she did as she was commanded.

A snap of the fingers brought her out of trance, but Penny was amazed at how little seemed to change. She was still just as obedient, just as open and yielding to command as she had been while in trance. The barrier between her subconscious desire to submit and her conscious mind had been dissolved. She was utterly open to suggestion, obedience was all that she knew.

There was, however, one very important change – her blindfold remained off of her eyes. As her lids slowly raised, she saw the window of her office before her, and found herself bent over her desk, with her butt facing the door. The heels raised her enough that to remain balanced on the desk as she now was, she had to arch her spine just slightly, causing her bottom to thrust out lewdly, exposing her sex to anyone who stood behind.

And, Penny was disappointed to find out, that is exactly where her mysterious tormentor stood. Penny wanted so badly to know who she was – to know which of her coworkers would forever be able to picture her naked and bent over her desk, her dripping sex on display. With her hands still trapped behind her back, it would be difficult to move, yet Penny knew that, if she chose to, she could shift enough to turn and look at the mysterious woman.

But it was clear to her that Mistress wanted this woman’s identity to remain a secret – at least for now. Mistress wanted Penny to put herself on display without knowing which of her coworkers was enjoying the view.

This thought caused Penny to whimper, as the fiery arousal that had been eating away at her resolve for several hours continued to consume her; continued to futilely seek some means of release. Her hips began to grind slightly, and the movements of her body caused her naked breasts, already warm and sensitive from the flogging they had just received, to rub against the desk beneath her.

It took only a few moments for all of this to turn her whimpers back into moans. With the bit gag still firmly lodged in her mouth, Penny could do nothing to beg for climax, but her motion, and the wailing need contained in her moans, made her desires clear.

“Poor girl,” the mystery woman said, “we really are pushing her body pretty hard here.”

“Yes,” Mistress’s voice still came over the speakerphone, “but the hardest part is yet to come. Her body will endure, and it will recover, but her mind will never be the same. Just imagine, Penny, every day, when you come to work, there will be someone who has dominated you; flogged you; and had her way with you. And you won’t know who it is!”

There were several emotions contained in the wailing moan that Penny emitted in response to Mistress’s remark. First, there was the anguish in knowing that Mistress did not intend to reveal this woman’s identity at any point today. Then, there was the overwhelming sense of helplessness that engulfed her as she imagined what her future would hold. Without knowing who it was who was with her now, she would be forced, each time she encountered one of the women in her office, to wonder if she was the one. She would feel perpetually vulnerable, perpetually exposed, perpetually dominated.

The third feeling that found expression in her moan was pure, exhilarating arousal. All of this was turning her on further than she was aware anything could affect her. Never before had she felt any emotion with such unbridled and complete intensity.

“Thwack!” A sharp blow to her bottom brought her mind back to her immediate environment.

“That sounded like a doozy,” Mistress commented. “But after the virtual spanking you endured earlier, I thought you might like a little bit of the real thing.”

Penny could only moan in response.

“Thwack!” The mystery woman’s hand struck her bottom again, causing Penny’s whole body to move forward, her breasts rubbing against the desk, her moans filling the office.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

First one cheek, then the other would receive the spanking. Penny could feel her bottom warming very quickly, and imagined that it had already turned a few shades of red.

“There,” the voice said, “that ought to warm your beautiful ass up a bit.”

As she said this, the woman’s hands began to roughly kneed Penny’s ass cheeks, forcing the erotic energy of her spanking to swirl throughout the area, stimulating her sex still further.

“And what about this little hole,” a finger tapped upon Penny’s vulnerable anus, “is her ass available?”

“I have used her there before, but, as she is not yet my slave, I haven’t established her official limits. Penny, may our guest use your asshole?”

Penny didn’t even stop to consider what she was being asked. Mistress and her friend wanted to make use of her, and it was her purpose to obey. She shook her head “yes,” and moaned, “uh, huh” loudly in her need.

“Well, it sounds like you can make use of her there if you wish.”

“Excellent!”

Penny felt the hand leave her momentarily, then return, spreading a generous amount of lube on her puckered asshole.

Then, something hard pressed against her there. Soon, its insistent presence made its way into her asshole, and, for the second time, Penny felt herself being taken anally.

This time, though, it wasn’t a plug in her ass. She felt the phallus slide further and further into her, and then she felt the soft skin of the mystery woman’s thighs pressing against the backs of her own. The woman was wearing a strap-on, and using it to take Penny in the ass!

The motion was slow, at first, and Penny’s moans were deep and long as her body adjusted to this new sensation. The phallus moved steadily and insistently in and out, withdrawing until only the tip was in her ass, then slowly sliding forward until Penny felt fuller than she had ever felt before.

Penny felt her body becoming completely overwhelmed with the sensation. The orgasm that had been trapped inside of her for so long, whose duration and intensity had steadily been growing inside her until it was now past the point of containment, threatened to burst out of her. She fought it, knowing that she needed her Mistress’s permission to achieve release, but her body was betraying her. There was nothing she could do to stop it. The sensation grew, moving steadily closer and closer to the edge that she was trying so desperately not to go over.

But then, it reached that edge.

And stayed there.

Penny’s entire body began to buck, and her asshole spasmed around the phallus that was invading it, as the release that she craved seemed caught just before the moment of climax. Penny felt as if every fiber of her being was on fire with arousal, bursting with desire, but that final move towards orgasm eluded her.

The sensation was so overwhelming that Penny even tried to let herself go – she still had not received permission to cum, but being held on the edge of such a massive orgasm was more than she could bear. Biting down on her gag so hard that he risked breaking it in two, she willed herself to cum, as her whole body thrashed around the phallus in her ass, but her body simply would not give her the release that she needed.

Penny had lost all control of her body. The muscles clenched and spasmed of their own accord, and Penny felt the mystery woman’s hands take firm hold of her hips to keep her on the desk, even as she began thrusting the strap on in and out of Penny’s asshole with increasing speed. This only spurred her on more, and Penny’s eyes grew wide as an animalistic, primal need for climax overtook her.

But still, the orgasm wouldn’t arrive.

Penny’s moans had turned to sobs as her body, which had betrayed her in seeking the climax that she resisted, now betrayed her in denying her the release that she had to have. Eventually, the muscles began to tire, and Penny was reduced to a quivering, sweat covered body of sensation, completely out of control. The phallus in her ass never stopped its inexorable assault on her ass.

Her body having thrashed itself out, she simply moaned into her gag and stared ahead with vacant, lust clouded eyes as her Mistress’s words began to enter her mind once again.

“This is the greatest loss of control you have ever experienced, Penny. Your arousal so complete, so all-consuming, that you were unable to control it. And yet even when your body betrayed your mind, my power over you, my hypnotic control, still kept you in line. You will not cum until I allow it – my hypnosis has conditioned you so deeply, that no biological drive can overcome it.”

“But it doesn’t stop here, Penny. A woman from your office is taking your asshole; propelling you to this state. She has seen you displayed on your desk. She has flogged your breasts. She has seen you deeply entranced. She has bent you over your own desk, and fucked you in the ass. And you don’t even know who she is. But she will see you. Every day, she will know that you are the submissive little slut whose body she drove to a state of mindless, animalistic need.”

“But there is one more piece to the power that she will have over you, whoever she might be. If you want to cum, there is one more thing that you must do. You must make her cum first. Then, and only then, will you be able to have your release. You must close your eyes, and keep them closed, and you must pleasure her.”

Penny immediately closed her eyes, and at the same time, she felt the phallus slip out of her asshole. She heard the brief sounds of straps being released, and then the thunk of the strap-on falling to the floor. Hands at the back of her head released the straps that held the bit gag in her mouth.

Then, these same hands took her by her hair and lifted her exhausted but erotically tortured body off of the desk. Forced to support all of her weight, Penny’s legs buckled, and she knelt facing her own desk. Then, her face was pulled forward, and her lips came in contact with the wet and inviting sex of the woman whose identity she still didn’t know.

But Penny could change that in an instant. All she had to do was to open her eyes and look up, and all would be revealed.

The thought, however, never entered her mind. The moment her mouth came in contact with that sex, Penny’s mind was overcome with a feeling akin to the bloodlust of a shark, the frenzy shutting down all rational thought, and leaving her desperately aching to satisfy her hunger. The sex before her was her only path to orgasm, and her mind could comprehend nothing else.

Immediately, her lips and tongue went to work, performing with a fervor that they had never experienced before. The moans that entered Penny’s ears spurred her on, as they signaled release from the erotic precipice that was tearing Penny’s mind and body apart. She licked and tongued, wishing only that her hands were free so she could use them to bring still more pleasure to the sex in front of her.

And then, she felt the hands on the back of her head grab her hair with a greater urgency. Knowing she was close to her goal, Penny redoubled her efforts, sucking the clitoris into her mouth and thrashing her tongue back and forth over it.

Suddenly her face was flooded with secretions as the other woman achieved what Penny craved more than anything. Penny could feel the spasms throughout the woman’s sex as her orgasm overtook her. Penny didn’t let up, and the woman was soon thrashing in a second climax.

Penny could feel her own body beginning to fight through its fatigue – her hips were gyrating again, and a shaking sensation claimed her muscles once again as the knowledge that her release was near quivered through her body and mind.

After a third climax, the mystery woman had apparently had enough, as she pulled Penny’s mouth away from her sex. Grabbing Penny under the armpits, she lifted her slightly and laid her down on the floor on her back. Penny lay there, thrashing once again, her eyes closed, her hands still trapped behind her back.

A few moments later, she felt a body descend upon her own. Then another strap-on phallus, slightly larger than the first, entered her sex. Penny nearly blacked out from the sensation. Unlike the slow taking of her ass, this time the woman simply assaulted her, ramming the phallus into her quickly and deeply, and Penny’s hips soon found the rhythm and matched them with thrusts of her own. She felt herself being pulled up just slightly, and then hands fumbled with keys in her cuffs.

Once her hands were freed, she reached frantically for the other woman’s hips, trying to drive the phallus into her deeper and faster, hoping that this would finally push her over the edge.

She felt the blindfold returning to her eyes, but didn’t care that it had returned, except that the tiny part of her brain that had had to focus on keeping her eyes closed was now free to join the rest of her being in concentrating on the orgasm that surely had to be coming soon, lest her body combust in frantic, uncontrollable heat.

As the strap on drove into her, time and time again, Penny tried to beg for release, but she was beyond the capacity to speak, beyond the capacity to think.

And then, a single phrase set her free.

“You may come now, Penny.”

Every muscle in Penny’s body tensed simultaneously. It was as if a super-nova erupted in her sex, immediately radiating its heat to ever corner of her body, frying ever neuron in her mind, and burning every plane of her soul. But at the same time, each of these parts of her erupted in their own exploding climax, sending those sensations straight back to her sex, creating an atomic loop of pleasure that engulfed Penny, became Penny, annihilated Penny.

For Penny was gone now. The blindfold was irrelevant – she was simply sensation, climax, release. Her body thrashed on the floor, her mind reeled, her soul collapsed. Pleasure simply took her, searing, burning, pleasure. She felt as if her body had dissolved, her mind had shut down, she had achieved a new state of existence, and that state knew only of erotic energy, of sexual release – no other concepts made sense, as no other concepts existed.

Penny was scorched by this state for what seemed to be many lifetimes, the pleasure penetrating her, moving her, changing her.

And then, all went black.

Penny would never know if her body, her mind, or her soul gave out first, but some part of her could take no more, and she lost consciousness…