The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The wind and rain lashed the windows of the stately house on the hill in the country-side. Through the clamor of the storm, Lilith heard a car’s engine begin to sputter and miss. Few could have caught the sound over the storm rattling the windows, but her hearing was more acute than an ordinary woman’s. As were all her senses. And those senses informed her that the auto had turned off the road into her driveway, and its motor died, leaving it to coast to a stop near her entrance gate.

She was not expecting any company. She had dressed for the evening en neglegee’, as the French used to say, suitable for a night alone. But also for a tete a tete, she thought. Always be prepared. Her house was set back a long way from the road, and it was raining torrents. But she lived twenty miles from the city, and there were no near neigbors. There was no help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have to come up the drive to her door, and hope she would let him in to call for a tow truck. He was going to get soaked, walking that far. Or she, Lilith reminded herself. But somehow she knew it would be a male. Her nerves tingled in expectation, and her hunger stirred. It would take him a few minutes to make his way here. More than enough time to get ready.

She opened her satin robe, black as her hair, exposing her night gown of the same material. She checked her appearence in the mirror in the hall, noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark, mysterious; many women tried to immitate the effect with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosom was twin snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between. This would do very well. Experience gave her confidence in her powers.

She was waiting at the entrance when the doorbell rang. She opened the door immediately and studied the young man standing there while her appearence had its desired effect on him. He was well made. His face was ruggedly strong rather than handsome. No little intelligence, and even more strength of character looked out of his blue eyes. His hair was wettly plastered to his head; she could not judge the color. In spite of being miserably drenched and cold, he radiated vigor and vitality. Good. She could not have chosen better. His stunned reaction indicated a healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very good. This would make her task easier...and more pleasant. She allowed him to stare for a few seconds longer.

“Yes?” she said finally. He came to himself with a start. He seemed embarressed by his speechlessness, as if it was the fault of his rudeness instead of her calculated effort. She eyed him with amusement.

“My car broke down.” He gestured towards the gate of her drive, although human eyes probably could not see it through the storm. “I wonder if I could use your ‘phone to call the auto club?”

“They warn us that a single woman alone should never let a strange man into her house,” she replied in a teasing tone. “And the traveler in distress is the most transparent ploy...” She should know; she had used it often enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her long cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show the least sign of apprehension.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the distressed traveler answered, taking her at her word. “This whole situation is right out of a B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then? Here is my membership card with my member number. tell them I’ll wait for them in my car. It’s a gray...”

“Oh, do come in!” she interrupted a trifle impatiently. His misplaced gallentry would spoil her plans. “I’m in no danger from you, but you’re likely to catch your death if you stand in the rain any longer!” She stepped aside and opened the door fully.

He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad to get out of the cold and wet. They were in the entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen off the the left, and the living room/parlor straight ahead. The darkened hall to the right led to the sleeping quarters. The living room was furnished in white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in the white brick fireplace. Music was playing softly on her stereo system; although the volume was low, one could feel the bass line from the powerful speakers.

“You can’t stand there dripping on my carpet. Go into the kitchen and remove those wet things. I’ll bring you something to wear.” She went down the hall to the linen closet. From her vantage point in the dark, she watched him. He went into the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the kitchen door. She laughed. “Go on! Get undressed! I won’t look,” she lied. “Dry off!”

He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed and dried himself. She busied herself preparing the living room for the next stage, surreptiously looking in on him as he finished and wrapped the towel around his body. When he was finished tucking the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, she returned as if by coincidence with a white terry cloth kimono. “Here,” she said not unsympathetically, handing him the robe. “Put this on. I’ll make tea and join you in the living room.”

He donned the robe and went into the other room. While he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the lights, and changed the music to something soft and dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow pulsing base. “Sit down and make yourself comfortable,” Lilith called to him from the kitchen. “I’ve turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of your body.”

She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a sigh. The warmth of the fire and the sensuous feel of the velvety pile coaxed him into relaxing. He put his head back, heeding the music’s invitation to let go. She smiled to herself and put the kettle on. Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready in an infusion bag. She let the implied suggestions she had implanted in the living room take effect while the kettle boiled and the brew steeped. When it had reached the right strength and tempeture, she poured a cup for him, and returned to the living room.

His eyes were closed. She sat by his side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing him. He blinked, and raised his head to look at her. She handed him the faintly steaming mug with a smile. “Comfy? good. You’re stuck here with me for a while, so you might as well feel at home. Here, drink this.”

He sipped the sweet fragrent liquid, somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. Almost immediately, she could watch its soothing effect speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the drenching he had received, as it relaxed his muscles and his defenses. He glanced at her over the rim of the cup. Her robe was open and flowed behind her. The skirt of her gown was slit to the hip, and she had seated herself in a position calulated to open it and display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of her gown was disconcetingly low, and contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his confusion, and smiled again.

“It is all right,” she spoke in a tone of quiet amusment. “Finish your tea. Relax. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

“I didn’t mean to stare,” he stammered, then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his embarressment.

“It really is all right,” she assured him. “I want you to feel comfortable looking at me. Relax and feel free to look at me.”

He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought. How nice to find a man who can blush these days. Plainly to cover his confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizically. She laughed musically and placed her right hand on his thigh.

“Would I dress like this if I didn’t want men to look at me. I LIKE having men look at me.” She smiled and leaned her face in her left hand, resting that elbow on the back of the couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued speaking. “And you do enjoy looking at my breasts, don’t you?” She did not remove her hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his crotch.

“Er...yes, yes I ... I do,” he admitted nervously.

“Of course you do,” she repeated with mock coyness. “I can tell,” she went on, trailing her fingers across his groin. “I believe looking at my cleavage is getting you turned on. Don’t be embarressed. It happens all the time when I show young men my breasts. I like it when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom. I like it even better when he tries to peek up my gown as you are doing.” His eyes dropped to her lap in response to the implicit suggestion. “Trying to see if I have on panties?” She didn’t, of course, and his eyes were riveted to the narrow gap at the top of the slit in her gown by the hint of a confirming glimpse. She reached out and took the now empty cup from his nerveless fingers. “What is your name? she said, abruptly changing the subject.

“Ah...huh? Oh, Carl,” he stammered, blinking and dragging his eyes back up to meet her own. “My name is Carl...”

“Carl,” she interrupted. “That’s a nice name, an easy, pleasant name. You are comfortable here with me, aren’t you, Carl? She put the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips down his bare thigh.

“Oh, sure,” he replied hastily, clearly trying not to show just how un-comfortable he really was. He tried to return her steady look, but her gaze was too intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.

“You are not telling me the truth, Carl,” she smiled. “Just relax. Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am wearing clothes to make you look at me. I think this negligee with its low neckline intimidates you. You are feeling a little aroused. Perhaps you are worried that I might try to seduce you, take advantage of you. After all, the lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. I have you all alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I could caress you and you might become hopelessly aroused.” Her palm rested warmly against the inside of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little circles, barely touching his skin. “Are you afraid that I might make you have sex with me against your will?”

“Yes...,” he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind elsewhere, as she had arranged.

“Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take advantage of you.” Just as I have been doing, she thought. “But do not worry, Carl. Relax. I never make love to a man against his will. I do not take a man until I have made him very, very willing. If I fuck you, I will make sure you really want it first. So make yourself comfortable, and just put those fears out of your mind.”

“All right.” he murmured compliently, knowing somehow that he should not.

“I will help you forget your fears. Just relax. You can trust me.” She slid her hand up to his waist and unfasened the robe. She smiled a twisted little smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. “We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and listen carefully to everything I say.”

“Uh, ma’am... You shouldn’t... Please don’t do that!”

“No?” She didn’t pause even for an instant as she replied. “Do you not like a woman’s hand on your sex?”

“Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!”

“That’s just the point. Your prick is already getting so big and hard!”

“But...”

“Do not fight it. It is for your own good, Carl. You must be completely open and at ease with me. Open to me. I want you aroused. Getting a man aroused makes him docile and obedient. Does not my playing with your penis make you feel like doing anything I tell you?”

“Oh, yeess, Ma’am,” Carl sighed.

“Good. Very good. Now close your eyes and tell me everything about yourself,” she commanded.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Carl murmured as he slipped through the dreamy mood which her hand on his cock slowly had put him in, and into the trance she had prepared him for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke to him softly, her mouth next to his ear, but she knew he was hearing her voice as if from a long way off. She asked him about his name, where he lived, his friends, his family, his job.... He answered automatically, without thinking. Eventually, using the information which he had already told her, she began turning the questions around, twisting his answers into contradictions, confusing him, rendering the things he had told her meaningless. She made the data of his life unimportant to him. It was imposible for him to follow what she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she surrounded him, saturated him. Finally, she recalled him to consciousness. “Open your eyes, carl.” She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the lower case initial letter of his name, turning it into a diminutive.

His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to leave the pleasant daze he was in. She gazed intently into his face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud around him, making his head swim. She had opened his robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to notice. He stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew he would feel light headed and leaden limbed.

“What happened, Ma’am,” he asked. “And what IS your name? I can’t just keep calling you ‘Ma’am’.”

“You can call me Lilith, for now,” she replied. “And what happened is what is continuing to happen, what I am going to continue to do.” She continued to caress his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and erect.

“What are you doing to me, Lilith?” he pleaded, looking helpless and confused.

“Do you not know, carl? You americans have forgotten so much history and folk lore. It makes you so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of.” She smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and her lips had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed the change. “The tea, of course, was drugged. Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you sleepy and disoriented. You really should not accept food or drink from strangers, you know.” He struggled to sit up, evidently finding it extraordinarily difficult. She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing him back down. “You are too dizzy to get up yet,” she suggested. She began to play with his nipples. “And then I aroused you, as I am still doing, and cast a spell over you. You would say I hypnotized you.”

“But why?” Carl gasped.

“Why?” Lilith tossed her hair back. “Because I can. Because I feed off the sexual energy of men who are careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know what a succubus is?” She slipped off her robe, leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush body.

“Some kind of demon of lust?” Carl answered. She sensed him struggling to comprehend and resist what was happening. Such great strength of will, such steely character. His resistense excited her.

“That is medieval superstition,” Lilith responded scornfully. “I am as natural a creature as you. According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must even have had a common ancester in the distant past; I could bear a child by you, if I chose to. We will merely have sex.” She smiled wickedly. “That is how I feed, you know. I will arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then I will take you, and drain from you the sexual energy that I need. If you left here and I had not told you, you would not have noticed. You would have only a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex. Of course, you would have been completely exhusted for a week or more, but you would have recovered, none the wiser.”

“Then why are you telling me this?” Carl asked, suspiciously.

“Because you will NOT leave here, carl. When I pick up occasional men, I have to gorge myself and leave them exhusted for a week. It is more healthful for me, and more pleasant for the men, if I have regular lovers from whom I can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more frquently. Until he passed away, I had a wonderful slave who gave it to me several times a week. Since then, I have not been able to get it nearly often enough. It is even dangerous picking up strange men. There are too many diseases out there now.”

“And besides, I do need help running a house like this, you know,” she added, running her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. “Now all I have to do is take you to bed with me. I’ll make you enjoy it so much that after just one night with me, you will become my private sevant and devoted lover. You have what I need, and soon you will need only what I can give you, carl. But fear not, my sweet, I am going to make sure you enjoy serving and feeding me.”

“Lilith!” he protested. “You can’t do...I won’t...”

“Hush,” she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously but deliciously. “Do not say silly things. I know what I can do to you, what I have done to you. I am now your succubus. I have been in your mind. After our little chat, I understand you completely. I know your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how to turn you on, carl, whether you want to be or not. Like most human males, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a beautiful woman. With me , you are going to get your wish.”

“No, Lilith, I don’t wan’t that!” he protested. “I won’t let you...”

“Yes, carl, domination. Enthrallment. I can make you screw me any time I want you to. And since I have not had a man in several days, I want you now!” She arose from the couch in a fluid movement. “You will watch me closely while I remove my gown.” She shrugged her shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. “Seeing me naked is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very excited. Having intercourse with me is the capstone of the spell of enslavement. It will seal the trance that will make you mine forever.”

“I won’t let you do that,” he objected.

“Yes, you will. You will becase I am using a drug on you that will destroy your mind’s defenses against my control. It will make you weak and permit me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug, carl, much more than the silly potion I put in your tea. It will put you into a deep, deep sleep.” She moved back to the couch and knelt beside him.

“A drug?” Carl said skeptically, looking around for any sign of a hypodermic or pills. She could see that he was regaining some control of his speech and thoughts. Soon voluntary control of his limbs would creep back into his body, as the effects of the doped tea faded. It was time to act.

Lilith laughed. “We succubae have been using this drug to make men ours for eons. Men know and fear its power. It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug that the man knows can make him a slave to the womaen who gives it to him. But when a female of my kind offers him the potion, he cannot help taking it. You cannot help taking it.”

He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and horror, but he was powerless to prevent her from beginning to stroke his penis again. with her other hand she caressed his face, his shoulders and chest, and gently pushed him down onto the sofa. “Men let us drug them because you enjoy too much they way we administer it,” she gloated.

“Lilith, stop!” he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” she smiled, teasing his cock with her supple fingers as she crawled up his body to mount him. “We give you the drug with our pussies, carl. I secrete a mind-controlling hormone from between my legs. It is absorbed by your penis when you make love to me. It gets into your blood and flows to your brain. It makes you my slave. Don’t make me stop, carl. You will love the way I drug you. You will come back to me for it often. You will have to keep coming back to me again and again for additional doses.”

“Look at my breasts!” Her tone changed as she changed the subject, confusing him further. “I want you to kiss my tits.” She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so proudly erect, close to his lips. “Kiss them,” she coaxed. “Lick them. Suck on them.”

The languor which arose from her hand stroking his prick had spread through his body and mind, making further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand to the back of his neck and drew his face to her bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous breasts. His obedient mouth found her nipple.

“Ah...that is so nice,” the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with hunger and lust. “You do that very well, as I knew you would. You are going to be a wonderful slave,” she sighed as she moved to staddle his hips. “Tonight, darling, it is not just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave you. I also have a voracious sexual appetite.” she guided the tip of his prick between her vaginal lips. “You have come very far, and done very well, and now I am going to give you the reward I have made you long for.”

With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal muscles, her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her. “Best of all,” she continued telling him, leading his mind inside hers as she had swallowed his manhood with her body, “You do not have to do a thing. Just lie back and let me do the work. Feel my pussy close around your cock. Feel it go up and down the shaft of your manhood. You like this, don’t you? Up...and down, taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make you love it. It is so easy, carl. You like the way I fuck you. My pussy goes up...and down...up...and down...deeper and deeper...It is so relaxing, carl. You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you...”

“No, Lilith,” he protested with the last of his strength and will. He was almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure, she saw, but that strength of character she had seen in him from the first instant rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault. How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as she continued to rock him into submission. He looked directly at her, and accused, “You’re trying to hypnotize me!”

“No, carl. I am strengthening the hypnotic control I already have. I shocked you into catelepsy when you first saw me. I put you into a medium trance while we were talking as you drank my tea, right after you came in. I used post-hypnotic suggestion to leave you weak and easy to sexually arouse. Now you are going under my spell again. Each time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under my control, the control you will come to crave. Now be still and let me continue.”

“No,” he moaned vainly.

“Yes, carl. This feels too good to resist. You are getting weak, sinking into my power. You cannot stay awake. Close your eyes, my darling, and let me fuck you. You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you will be my happy sex slave. You will forget all about your former life. You will not need to think about anything but pleasing me. Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, carl.”

“Now just relax, my sweet, while my cunt goes up and down on your cock and puts you to sleep...up...and down...fucks you...up...and down......putting you to sleep...up...and down...deeper...up...and down...puts you to sleep...fucks you to sleep...fucks you...to sleep...” Slowly she rode him towards orgasm.

He came, and she reached out with the immaterial part of herself, her own orgasm enveloping and absorbing his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on his cum. As her climax washed over her, she felt the flow of power from his body to hers, re-energizing her, nourishing her, re-juvenating her.

Sated temporarily, she looked down on the young man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so eacefully, so profoundly. She actually felt affection for him. He was strong. He would serve her well for many years; it would take its toll, of course, but with proper care, for many years just the same. She was good at caring for men; she would see that they were happy years, filled with pleasure. Pleasure in serving her.

Perhaps, even...it was too soon to think about that yet, but the time was coming...perhaps he would be the one she would let put a daughter in her womb. She snuggled against him, happy with her new slave, and joined him in sleep.