The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ivan got into his Porche and read the WhatsApp message that had just pinged on his phone. It was another message from Casey, the girl he’d met and banged at Saturday’s party.

At least he assumed they’d fucked. They had woken up yesterday morning in his penthouse apartment together naked in bed. Just another of his casual conquests, even if the details seemed hazy now. It was probably just the coke.

Anyway, she wasn’t really his type, and this constant messaging since was starting to get on his nerves.

The 24-year-old derivatives trader scanned her latest message suggesting he come over to her apartment before work. It was followed by two lines of runic symbols that deleted from the screen as his eyes moved over them. Ivan blinked and looked back at the message, his mind already forgetting about any strange runes.

He should be getting over to the office. Millions in bonuses didn’t just make themselves after all, and they certainly weren’t worth being sacrificed for the weekend’s latest fucktoy. Not when a new slut would be along to enjoy next weekend.

Nonetheless, Ivan found himself inexplicably driving over to her place anyway. It was like when he had been getting up this morning and she messaged. He had found himself putting on the pink panties he was still wearing now, which she had accidentally left in his apartment. He wasn’t sure why. It was just right for a cock-loving sissy boi like him.

Just as it was natural now, at her apartment, to be naked, except for the panties of course, and on all fours on her bed, while Casey pegged him with a huge Big Black strap-on Dildo. Big Black Cock was the best for a pathetic white loser like him, and when Mistress had finished giving him what he needed, Ivan would spend the rest of the week earning her the cash tribute his Mistress deserved.

Casey smiled, finally satisfied by the results from her latest runic spell of white boi sissyfication. She felt ready at last to text Dustin. She thrust her hips forward again, phone in hand, making Ivan squeal, and pressed send.

Dustin was in his room at college when his phone pinged with a new message. He was busy editing the latest video for his highly lucrative Patreon site.

On a large screen in front of him, a brunette MILF, the mother of the latest fellow college student he had targeted for ‘befriending’, had the Big Black Cock of his business partner, Isaiah, buried deep in her pussy.

The hapless MILF was staring blankly at one of those Magic Eye type pictures on the wall over the bed, even as Isaiah’s cock twitched and pulled out of her, leaving cum dripping from her well stretched cunt. She smiles and tells the camera that once you go Black you never go back. Her words just part of the hypnotic messaging coming from the Magic Eye picture controlling her, which Dustin is busy editing out of the video.

But he stops his editing out of the incriminating picture when he sees who the new message is from. A name he never dared hope to hear from again, Casey.

Dustin & Casey met at High School. First loves. Kindred spirits, Both into the occult.

They explored their first steps into the dark arts together, she becoming interested in the witch tradition of casting spells, he more drawn to the practise of hypnosis to control others.

Soon they were lovers, destined to be together forever. That was until Tara McGregor happened.

Tara was a hot blonde cheerleader, and grade-A bitch. Part of the cool, popular kids who tormented Dustin & Casey, and their uncool geek friends. And for some reason, Tara took a very particular dislike to Casey. Which was why, at an end of school party, she decided she would take Casey’s boyfriend away from her, just for a laugh.

Dustin could see through Tara’s transparent motives of course, but he had also been looking for a suitable test-subject for his hypnotic powers, and saw an opportunity to humiliate Tara as a gift for Casey. At least that’s how his male ego saw it.

It was still early days in Dustin’s practise with hypnosis, trying to use his eyes or a pocket watch, a long way from his eventual break through with the Magic Eye pictures. But as a horny young man, he had already developed a deep desire and motivation to control the women who rejected him, and mould their slutification for his personal gratification, through the dark arts.

Casey was his lover and life-partner, but other women would be their toys.

So, whether it was actually any fledging hypnotic ability, or just Tara’s determination to destroy Casey’s life, the young witch found Dustin in an upstairs bedroom, pants round his ankles, getting head from the kneeling blonde bitch.

It was fair to say that Casey did not share Dustin’s enthusiasm for this demonstration of his powers, nor did she share his view this was somehow a gift for her. Instead, to Dustin’s surprise, a considerable scene ensued, resulting in a tearful Casey dumping him, only minutes before a smiling, very much non-entranced Tara triumphantly dumped his loser ass too.

Their split was unreconcilable. Dustin went off to college broken hearted, and Casey fled the humiliation to start again in another city, where he’d heard she had got a job as a barista in a coffee shop.

Dustin stared at the unopened text message. He still missed Casey, but in doubling-down on his craft since they split, his feelings had also evolved.

Having been reminded of those calamitous events at the party by the arrival of her text, he glanced over to his website statistics, displayed on a second screen. There was Tara’s name, at the top of the charts, easily his most popular and most lucrative model, the dirtiest, most depraved Big Black Cock whore in his stable. Dustin felt a pang of satisfaction that the dumb slut literally couldn’t help herself. He had enslaved her, erased her future.

After Casey, Dustin only had hypnotism left in his life, obsessively researching and developing his skills. His heartbreak evolving into a contemptuous need to control and corrupt women. To expose them all for the sluts they really were.

But finding only hypnotic failure at every turn, Dustin was on the verge of giving it all up, when he stumbled across the potential of subliminal messages in Magic Eye pictures. Frustratingly though, the pictures only took him so far. He could control women to a point, but still couldn’t quite tip them over the edge, sexually speaking.

That was when he made his second key discovery, or rather Isaiah did. His one good college friend had borrowed one of the Magic Eye pictures to use for some humiliation on a chick who’d been mildly racist to him.

Totally unexpectedly, seeing the sheer magnificence of a Big Black Cock, combined with the Magic Eye, proved to be the missing ingredient needed to push the girl over the hypnotic edge. Before he knew it, Isaiah was filling the compliant little racist’s fertile womb with his Black seed. And once Isaiah had broken the girl in, she would accept Dustin’s control over her, to fuck him, or anyone else he ordered.

Dustin and Isaiah’s friendship quickly developed into a highly lucrative business partnership, corrupting women into needy interracial sluts for their new Blacked porn website. Isaiah very much at the business end of their business, so to speak, while Dustin took care of the tech… and the money, much to Isaiah’s irritation.

At first, Dustin had enjoyed fucking the broken whores too, especially Tara, but he rarely bothered much these days. He usually made do with just having a wank while editing a new scene. Like the other white men, who paid handsomely for access to the site, Dustin had to admit there was something special about watching Isaiah’s Big Black Cock stretching out those tight little white pussies, turning the women into screaming Blacked whores. To be honest, these days, Dustin felt the hypnotic process of taking control of a woman’s mind, for Isaiah to break, was more of a turn on for him.

Dustin’s thumb hovered over the read message button on his phone. Yes, he still missed Casey for sure, but women needed to be controlled, and if they did ever get back together, the thought of her taking Isaiah’s Big Black Cock was making his own dick rock hard. She would be a massive hit on the site, probably knocking Tara off the top spot. He felt sure Casey would enjoy getting her revenge like that. Dustin pressed read.

“How are you? Casey” the text message simply read. Short and no kisses he noticed, plus a few runes below her name. She had been getting into her runes just before they split up, and he remembered just enough to recognise that they more or less spelled out her name, although he thought, a moment ago, there had been one extra character. He looked again. No, it was just the runes for her name.

He typed “I’m good thanks. How about you? Dustin” and pressed reply.

Casey smiled when she saw Dustin’s reply. Her long-gestated plan for revenge was finally underway.

Her world had been destroyed by Dustin’s betrayal. Honestly, men were such utter dicks. In what possible world could Dustin ever believe, seeing his cock in the mouth of that blonde bitch, that she would actually be ok with it as a sign of his great hypnotic prowess.

Disgusted, humiliated, broken, but above all furiously angry, Casey had fled to another city to start her life again. The burning humiliation and anger drove her on, when she might otherwise have just given up. Like Dustin, she had also doubled down on her dedication to the dark arts, nursing her determination for revenge.

After all, if men were such dicks, then that was exactly what she was going to give them.

She had had more success with basic spells when they were still together, than Dustin’s experiments with hypnosis, but it wasn’t until she combined her growing magic with her love of runes, which came from obsession with Lord of the Rings, that things really took off, producing the kind of power she wanted.

She’d first tested and developed her new runic spells on Adam, a nice young office worker who came into the coffee shop every morning for his latte. He obviously liked her, and they briefly flirted each morning, even sharing a love for Lord of the Rings. Even now, Casey felt a bit sorry for him. In other circumstances they might have become an item, but right then, she needed a test subject much more than then she needed another unreliable let down of a boyfriend.

The coffee shop was one of those places where they wrote your initials on the side of the takeaway cup. So, Casey started writing ‘A’ on his cup with a different rune alongside each day. It became their flirty Lord of the Rings thing. By the time he asked her out, she had completed the string of runes that made up her spell.

Their date night was actually nice enough, with some drinks and dancing in a downtown bar. But it was when he took her back to his apartment that Adam’s unexpected nightmare began.

He really liked Casey, but embarrassingly he just could not seem to get it up, no matter how hard tried. She told him not to worry, after all he also had a tongue. So, he obediently got between her legs and started eating out her pussy.

He was probably just one of those impotent soft little sissy bois who liked using their mouths to pleasure pussy and cocks, she told him, as he licked. And he couldn’t disagree, not after she had made him fellatio a banana, and his own little clit had leaked excitedly.

It wasn’t until their next night together that Casey thought of bringing a Big Black strap-on Dildo along to help turn Adam into a fully-fledged Black Cock loving sissy whore. She also got the humiliated boi to leave a $20 tip for his new Mistress every morning when he came into the coffee shop.

Things snowballed from there, Mistress Casey taking great delight in converting arrogant, entitled white men into humiliated Big Black Cock worshiping sissies, eager to be financially dominated by their new Mistress. Until here she was this morning, her Big Black strap-on Dildo buried nice and deep in the broken tight virgin ass of some wanker banker called Ian, or was it Ivan? It didn’t matter, either way he’d soon be adding to her growing fortune.

It was satisfying, and certainly financially rewarding, but still not the ultimate revenge she really wanted. To see Dustin grovelling at her feet. She picked up her phone to reply.

Dustin and Casey texted back and forth, slowly rebuilding their previous connection, but without either being exactly honest with the other about their true feelings or motivations.

He confessed to missing her, she didn’t say anything about her deep-seated need for revenge. He didn’t mention the lucrative website income from his entranced Blacked sluts, nor his growing excitement at the prospect of Isaiah fucking her, and making Casey the new star of their site. She kept quiet about her enslaved sissy bois, and her urge to see Dustin broken by Big Black Cock.

When she asked if he had continued their practise of the dark arts, he lied, saying he was now just doing art at college, making 3D magic Eye pictures. He emailed her one. It took Casey sometime starring at it, to defocus her eyes just right, before the hidden image popped out from the bright swirling fractal colours. It was an African watering hole with elephants and giraffes. Casey had to admit she was quite impressed, and spent hours just starring mindlessly at it.

When he asked her about her spells and runes, she also lied, saying that her heart wasn’t in it after they had split up. “I just put the runes for my name these days as a little joke” she told him. It was funny, because with each new text, just for a moment, Dustin thought the string of runes was getting longer, but each time he looked, it was just the runes that spelled her name.

Eventually, Dustin knew that he’d need to give Casey a physical copy of one of his Magic Eye pictures, to fully programme her thoughts. But it still felt too soon to suggest they meet-up in person, so he got Isaiah to deliver it instead.

Dustin felt he was becoming borderline obsessed with getting Casey back, and seeing her Blacked. He had started dreaming of being on the bed as Isaiah fucked her, using his own mouth to get Isaiah hard before he slipped into her wet pussy. Of them both head down, ass up, next to each other on the bed, as Isaiah’s slick cock pulled out of Casey and pressed against his own yielding…. Dustin woke from his daydream with a jolt. “Christ” he laughed to himself. “I need to get this thing with Casey done before the horny frustration turns me gay!”

So, Dustin told Casey he’d like for her to have one of his college pictures as a keepsake, even if they never saw each other again. He had a friend visiting the city at the weekend who could call by and drop it off.

Casey was surprised, then delighted to see Isaiah at her front door, clutching a framed picture wrapped in brown paper. She didn’t know Dustin even had any Black friends, let alone such a hot one.

She invited Isaiah in for a coffee, her mind suddenly whirring with new possibilities for Dustin’s humiliation. What could be more delicious than pimping Dustin out to his best friend’s Big Black Cock as part of his servitude to his new Mistress?!

Most of her stable of financially enslaved sissy bois were pimped out to contacts she had made in the BNWO after all. Casey had met those Black Masters, but as impressive as they were, none had elicited quite the primal emotional response she was experiencing now with Isaiah.

She could barely tear her eyes away from the all too obvious huge bulge in his pants as he sat opposite her drinking his coffee. It was making her so horny and wet. As they chatted, she quickly felt like she could trust him with anything, even her darkest, most private secrets.

Casey decided on the spot to risk confiding in Isaiah about her plan to turn Dustin into a humiliated, Big Black Cock loving, sissy boi. After all, she would need his help to take her revenge, and it wasn’t so great a risk. If he said no, she could easily just make him forget the whole conversation.

Isaiah had to stop himself bursting into laughter at the irony of what Casey was telling him. She clearly knew nothing of Dustin’s website and his plan to see her Blacked. Nor did she have any inkling of what his Magic Eye pictures were doing to her. But judging from her physiological responses to him over coffee, her flirting, and her sudden desire to trust him with her biggest secret, Dustin’s hypnotic programming was definitely working.

Naturally, Isaiah agreed to help Casey, his own mind now whirring with the possibilities it offered. If she turned Dustin into a Blacked sissy boi worshiping his Big Black Cock, he could take sole control of the website and its very considerable income. And if in turn, Dustin’s Magic Eye programming turned Casey into his Blacked cock hungry slut, it would be a win-win. Because, judging by her apartment, whatever Casey was doing to her other white bois with her runes, it was clearly also a highly lucrative enterprise. With both of them enslaving the other, Isaiah would be set for life.

Casey found herself staring for hours every day at the Magic Eye picture Isaiah had delivered. She felt an almost sexual thrill each time the swirling fractal patterns resolved into the hidden image. This one was again of that watering hole on the African plains, but now instead of animals, a proud tribal warrior stood there.

Each day she looked, Casey could have sworn that the warrior figure was ever more well-endowed. She caught herself repeatedly masturbating furiously at the thought of the Big Black Cock, her legs open, willing Isaiah to fuck her senseless. She laughed at her horny need. It wasn’t just Dustin who was going to get Isaiah’s Big Black Cock inside them she decided.

After that, it didn’t take long for the two horny ex-lovers to agree that, yes, it was worth them meeting up again in person. It was Casey who suggested it first in a text, and Dustin readily agreed, still neither letting on their true motivations. She was ready to see the spell-bound Dustin humiliated on the shaft of his friend’s Big Black Cock. He was ready to see the reprogrammed Casey Blacked by Isaiah for his website.

They met on agreed neutral ground, in a new bar near Dustin’s campus. Dustin bought along Isaiah, ostensively as a neutral third party they both knew, but really of course in preparation for her corruption later that night. Casey wasn’t fazed, she secretly already knew Isaiah would be there, after she had contacted him to ask the same thing for her planned scheme for Dustin.

So they drank, and chatted like old friends, lying to each other about their reasons for getting back together. Later, they went back to Isaiah’s apartment, more neutral ground, where neither Casey or Dustin were concerned to see the lights and cameras set up around Isaiah’s bed, each thinking it was to film the other’s submission.

Isaiah found it hard not to laugh at the way they obliviously egged each other on towards their mutual self-destruction.

Casey started kissing Isaiah on the bed, getting all hands on. Dustin was delighted to see his Magic Eye programming working so well. He could feel his own little white dick twitching in anticipation. More than twitching, he was rock hard with excitement. Normally he didn’t feel so involved, but it was only natural he guessed, seeing his own girlfriend getting Blacked. He always knew she be a much bigger start on the site than Tara.

Casey was delighted to see Dustin’s barely controlled arousal as she fondled Isaiah suggestively. Her rune spells were clearly working on him. She knew the next step in her plan for revenge was crucial to Dustin’s submission and humiliation.

She slowly unzipped Isaiah and held his massive flaccid cock in her in her little white hand. Even limp, its sheer size and weight was making her wet. “I bet you want that Big Black Cock to fuck you” Dustin told her. “It will feel so amazing” she said, playing along to draw him further in to his destruction, dropping to her knees to give the Black phallus a little kiss. “Come and help me out” Casey smiled at him.

It took a moment for Dustin to understand what she meant. Then he realised. She wanted him to be the Fluffer for her impending first Blacked porn scene! Not that Isaiah had ever need a Fluffer before, any more than Dustin had ever thought about sucking a anyone else’s cock, at least until his recent recurring dream that is. Dustin felt it ought to be wrong, but this was a uniquely special situation, and he was so confusingly horny. Christ, his mouth was practically watering at the prospect for fucks sake.

So he knelt beside her, playing along as Casey took the head of Isaiah’s Big Black Cock between her lips, to help draw her closer to her Blacked destiny. After a few sucks, Casey held the flaccid Big Black Cock towards him expectantly, and almost without thinking about it, he submissively began to suck it too. They shared his dick in their mouths by turns, the monster Big Black Cock growing more and more erect as they worshiped it together, finally getting the Black God towering above them fully hard.

Both Dustin and Casey couldn’t believe how natural it felt to suck on Big Black Cock, how mindlessly horny it made them. Grunting over them with pleasure, Isaiah first placed a Big Black hand on Casey’s head, telling her what a good girl she was as she sucked him, then put his other hand on Dustin’s head, as he took his turn sucking, telling him what a good gurl he was too. Thanks to their respective mind-controlled states, both felt a ridiculously wave of need to earn further praise from their new Black Master.

With Isaiah’s turgid Big Black Cock now looking like a rocket ready to explode, he moved them both fully onto the bed, naked, side by side, faces down, asses up, their minds a swirling fog of horny submissive obedience.

Casey always knew she would fuck Isaiah, ever since he had turned up at her apartment. Her nightly masturbation since then, thinking about Big Black Cock, had become a compulsion. She would take her own pleasure straight after Dustin’s defeat and humiliation. But she was struggling to keep that plan clear in her head. Thinking was too hard. She guessed it didn’t really matter very much if she fucked the huge Big Black Cock first. Dustin would still get his soon enough.

On the bed, Dustin could feel the pre-cum dripping from his over excited little white dicklet, as his plans to see Casey Blacked were about to come true. Normally he would be well away from the action, off camera, but he needed to be close up and personal for this unique occasion. He shifted position so that his face was just inches from her wet cunt, as Isaiah’s powerful Big Black Cock pushed inside Casey. The musky alpha scent as intoxicating as the contrast of that Black strength dominating her yielding soft white flash.

It felt a natural act of worship to lick at the pussy juices on the shaft of their Master’s Big Black Cock as it pumped in and out of his girlfriend’s stretched little cunt. “You’ve always wanted this” Dustin told Casey triumphantly. “Oh, god yes” she moaned. “He’s so much bigger and better than your little limp white dicklet could ever be” Casey added, before Dustin saw close up those Big Black Balls contract, and the mighty dark shaft twitch, as it pumped superior Black Cum deep into his girlfriend’s fertile womb.

Casey rolled over onto her back, giggling with delight, legs wide open, cum dripping from her gapping pussy. “Yes, you will always just be an inferior little white sissy loser” she told Dustin. “Now get your worthless tongue over here and clean up your Mistress”.

Mindlessly, Dustin obediently put his head between her legs to service Mistress Casey. He could feel their Black Master position himself behind Dustin’s raised, exposed sissy pussy. Casey giggled some more, she was going to have a ringside view of her triumph over Dustin, as her boyfriend became her latest Big Black Cock obsessed sissy slut.

Dustin gasped in pain and pleasure as the massive mushroom head forced its way inside him. “You can’t get enough Big Black Cock” Casey told him, as the shaft pushed ever deeper inside Dustin. “It’s turning you all gurl. Making you Mistress’ Big Black Cock worshiping little cuckold sissy boi for life.”

Dustin knew his Mistress was right. His floppy limp sissy clitty was leaking pathetic watery cummies as he got the Big Black Cock fucking he needed. He had often wondered why the women on Master’s website had taken to being Blacked quite so enthusiastically. Now he knew. It was just the natural order of things. Big Black Cock was what every little white girl needed. It was what he needed. What every weak little sissy white boi needed.

Their Black Master grunted hard, and Dustin felt a second joyous warm load of superior Black Cum filling his sissy ass, as he joined Mistress in being bred by Big Black Cock.

Both fucked and broken, Dustin and Casey lay together on their Black Master’s bed, ready to serve the Black New World Order. Boi and girlfriend a happy couple once more. Both so grateful that they had got B(l)ack(ed) together again.