The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

I steeled myself, fighting back a familiar response to an unfamiliar setting. Focus. This is what you planned for! It’s fine, it’s fine, there’s no need to be nervous. This is all just a confidence trick.

I turned my head a little to face the man properly, “First time, actually. I still haven’t decided what I want.” I allowed my eyes to wander around the rest of the bar before settling back on him. “There’s plenty of good options.”

He had messy black hair and a slightly unkempt beard to match, but there was some charm to him. I could work with this.

“Well,” he tried, “I could maybe, help you find what you like?”

I held his gaze, a lot more firmly than I actually felt, and deliberately flicked my eyes over his shoulder, to a table full of rowdy men across the pub. The table he’d approached me from. The table that was very obviously throwing glances in his direction every five seconds.

“They put you up to this?” I managed, pleased that my voice only cracked the tiniest bit.

“Um, no, uh… shit,” he stammered, “they’re just kinda… moral support?”

“How nice of them,” I said. “Why me?”

“You’re all by yourself at a pub,” he said, “I dunno, it just seemed like you wanted some company.”

“Only if you sit on my other side.” The words came out before I could stop them. God, those boys were irritating.

He blinked at me, “What?”

“Nothing,” I replied with a smile, then kicked myself. That wasn’t smooth at all, it was rude.

He was confused, but he did as I asked, dragging a chair around to my right before sitting down.

“So, what do you, um—” he barely lasted a second before his eyes locked onto the space over my shoulder. “Oh god, they really are staring aren’t they?”

“Can you tell them to cool it?” I asked.

I felt the weight of their gazes lift from my shoulders as my prospective partner for the evening leaned to the side and, just outside my peripheral vision, made a rude gesture at them.

“Let me try this again,” he said, rolling his shoulders back. “Hello, you seem nice, can I buy you a drink?”

I studied him carefully. He wasn’t bad-looking by any means. His messy hair/beard combo actually kinda worked for me, and he was particularly cute when he was off-balance like this.

I contrived to smile slowly, letting him know I wasn’t totally sold, but there was some interest here.

“I think I’d like that,” I said lightly.

“Great!” he enthused. “I’m Elias.”

“Victoria.”

(Previously)

“You wanted to talk?” Clarissa said. “Like, a roommate talk?”

“Ya,” I managed.

“Okay!” she smiled, bouncing on her toes in that way she did. “I’m all ears!”

I took a deep breath, then let it all out in a rush, but the words didn’t follow it. I tried again. Same result.

Clarissa’s smile dropped. “Are you okay?”

One more try.

“Iknowyouvebeenhypnotisingtamara,” I blurted, and I was committed now. That was fucking terrifying, but saying the first sentence was like ripping off the band-aid. I might as well keep going.

“What?”

“I know you’ve been hypnotising Tamara,” I repeated. “I hear things at night. I see the way she acts around you. You… got her under your spell at some point, didn’t you?”

Clarissa held my gaze very carefully. I knew that as the ‘Let’s Not Freak Victoria Out’ look. I’d seen it enough times.

“Okay, yeah I did,” she sighed, “but for the record, it was only a little bit my fault. It was just a joke, then it got way out of hand.”

I paced the length of the living room. “I guess you understand how that affects the, uh, dynamic of the household?”

There were four of us. Clarissa had hypnotised Rhys to be a better roommate, then given me and Tamara the opportunity to do the same. Which was fine—if things needed to be discussed, the three of us could come to a consensus that Rhys would happily follow. But now, with Tamara under Clarissa’s sway, Clarissa, Tamara and Rhys were a voting bloc, with me as the sole dissenter. A recipe for no dissent at all.

Clarissa chewed her lip as she thought about all this. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she came to the same conclusions I had.

“Yeah,” she said eventually, “I guess I do. How would you like us to fix this?”

Damnit. I should have known Clarissa would get straight to the point. The part of this conversation that was really hard to say. I took a deep breath.

“Um,” I mumbled, trying not to gaze at my shoes while I talked, “The logical next step is that you hypnotise me as well, so… might as well get it over with.”

She blinked. “What? Just like that?”

“Well, you like being in control, don’t you?”

“Yeaahhh…”

“So as I see it, I can either go with it, let you be in charge, or I keep my free will and we start butting heads until…” I took a shaky breath, “until you kick me out.”

“Awww, sweetie, no!” Clarissa cried, and before I could even breathe she had folded me in her arms, warming me, soothing me. Her lips found my ear.

“I would never never never never never never never, not ever, do something like that to you,” she breathed. “I promise.”

“Th-thanks,” I mumbled, and to my embarrassment, I almost felt like melting in relief. Maybe it was the care, the implied compliment in her words. Clarissa was always bubbly and excitable, but never insincere. I couldn’t help but believe she meant every single ‘never’.

God, I was a mess.

I must have sniffled a bit, because Clarissa pulled back and cooed, “Hey, heyyyy, it’s okay, let’s sit down.”

She fell backwards onto the couch, pulling me with her. I ended up basically cuddling her, sitting partially on her lap as she ran her gentle fingers over my face, making sure there were no tears that needed drying.

“You’re right,” she said, “I do like being in control, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought… a lot… about having all three of you under my spell. Is that weird?”

“It’s not that weird,” I admitted. The weird part was living in a world where mind control existed, and was a part of all of our lives whether we liked it or not. I couldn’t blame Clarissa for entertaining a few fantasies, not when I was already having thoughts of my own, even if I could never act on them.

Or… maybe I could.

“So… knowing that, do you still want me to hypnotise you?” Clarissa said.

No, of course not, I said. If my fears were unfounded, I could continue to exist in this household without submitting to Clarissa’s every whim, and we’d all get along fine.

“...I think we could work something out,” was what came out of my mouth instead.

Her eyebrows raised. “Yeah? Like what?”

Shit. I’d committed myself again. Whyyyyy.

“Could you hypnotise me to be more confident?” I blurted. “Like, it’s a huge ego boost to know I can seduce people with just a kiss, and practising on Rhys really helps. But what I really want is to actually go out, find someone to…” I paused as my throat tightened a little around the unfamiliar words, “have casual sex with. You know, a one-night stand, or a-a booty call, or something. But I’m not there yet.”

If that sounded lame and pathetic (and oh god, it really did), Clarissa didn’t show it. Instead her face split into a wide grin.

“Ohh, you mean like positive affirmation?” she chirped. “Yeah, totally! I’ll affirm the fuck out of you!” She swung one of her legs over mine, subtly and gently pinning me underneath her, then booped me playfully on the nose. In spite of myself, I grinned back. God, she was pretty when she smiled. It was infectious.

“So… is that the deal then?” I said. “You help me build up my confidence to put myself out there, and I let you run the house like a dictatorship?”

“Ouch!” Clarissa replied, holding a hand to her heart, but there was laughter in her eyes. “Am I really that bad?”

“It’s a benevolent dictatorship,” I smiled, though that was a joke my grandparents definitely wouldn’t have approved of. Sorry, nonni.

“Okay, I probably deserve that,” she conceded. “But yeah, it’s a deal!”

We shook on it, and her other leg came up to rest on my knee. She was gradually shifting into a more dominant position over me, and God help me, I had no intention of stopping her.

“So, first question,” Clarissa said, “I feel kinda embarrassed that I never asked before, but… are you into women?”

So, Clarissa’s razor-sharp instincts didn’t pick up on everything then. I squirmed underneath her as she shifted even closer to me, her eyes roaming over my face searchingly.

“I’m shy,” I muttered, though I couldn’t hold back a tiny smile. “I’m not blind.”

Clarissa gave that adorable heartwarming grin of hers, and reached out one hand to stroke lightly on the top of my ribcage, just above my breasts. My heart quickened, and I was sure she felt it. Sure that was her intention.

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispered. “What about… me, specifically?”

“You’re uhh… you’re very pretty!” I babbled, before I could stop myself.

She giggled, and actually blushed a little. “I guess you wouldn’t be worried about my hypnotising you if you didn’t think you’d fall for it, huh?” she nudged me playfully.

“...Possibly,” I tilted my head coyly, and we laughed together.

“Well, thanks!” she beamed. “And for the record, I think you’re really pretty too.” She leaned in, whispering close, “Gorgeous even.”

My face was suddenly burning with embarrassment. I tried to wriggle free, but there was no way out from under her legs. No way to avoid her gaze.

“You are,” she insisted. “You, Victoria, are absolutely amazing, and I think together, we can find the part of you that knows that. What do you say?”

I let myself be persuaded, even if part of me felt like it wouldn’t work, that I didn’t deserve it. But I nodded.

Mistress Clarissa hypnotised me then, pinning me to the couch and kissing me slowly and gently, until I was sleepy and submissive for her. I was in trance at least once a day after that, and soon I found myself more able to focus, more able to push past my mental blocks and just do things. She would often act as my 2nd conscience, sitting behind me, massaging my temples with her fingers, and whispering persuasively that I was worthy. That I was loved.

Her domination was warm, and safe, and caring. It was hard to complain that my lessons in self-confidence came at the price of worshipping her pussy with my tongue, when she suggested it so sweetly that it felt more like a reward than a price. In trance, sex felt like a natural development of the intimacy we were already sharing. Tamara and I had always been just friends, but at Clarissa’s gentle command we kissed, and explored, and licked, and found that we enjoyed it a lot. After a while, we understood each other’s bodies, our needs, better than any normal pair of best friends. It was surprisingly easy, and between the four of us we gradually adapted to a new household where kissing and cuddling were common, baseline gestures of affection, and clothes were largely optional.

But though it brought us all closer together in many ways, there was never any pressure to turn it romantic. That would have interfered with my goal: getting out there and hooking up with someone new, someone I didn’t have months or years of rapport with.

You know that all this confidence you see in other people is just a trick of the mind. It can be learned. You can learn it too.

And slowly but surely, I did.

(Now)

Elias was really not that bad once he started opening up properly, though learning about the specifics of his degree was… not thrilling.

“...and it’s good!” he was saying. “I figure once I get a steady job I can pick up guitar again, do band stuff in my spare time.”

I nodded along, smiling politely as I wondered how all single twentysomething men seemed to have a band as a side project. I imagined indulging that side of him only to find out that none of his bandmates were that invested, or finding out that it was actually a really big deal and being forced to attend his pub gigs week after week, and it was so boring-

Stop. No overthinking it.

“So, what about you?” he said.

I’d been prepared for the question, obviously, having practiced with Clarissa. But I was still taken aback by the sudden, heady feeling of wanting to answer. To really bare a part of my soul to another person I didn’t know, and see how they liked it.

So I told him. I told him all about how, in early high school, I’d wanted to be a human rights lawyer, a true champion of the people, but even studying ancient history had been too much reading for me to bear. When people assured me that law studies were worse for having more reading and even drier texts, I’d changed tacks, and found my calling in charity work. I started as a volunteer for a beloved charity to raise awareness of breast cancer, particularly in young women. After I finished my degree, which ended up being not that relevant after all, they’d surprised me by offering me a paid position. I wasn’t going to look the gift horse in the mouth, so of course I accepted. Most days it felt like work, but I was grateful for being able to do some good in the world.

“Damn,” Elias said when I’d finished, “that’s so cool!”

I blinked in surprise.

“You think so?” I said.

“Yeah,” he insisted, “I wish I had my shit figured out half as well as you do.”

It was a genuine compliment, from someone who wasn’t my roommates, and it wasn’t about my looks or my body. I felt a warm, pleasant fluttering in my stomach as I realised how badly I’d been craving that. And… he was right, I did have my shit figured out pretty well.

Knowing that spurred me on. Was he the perfect guy for me? Probably not, and who could even tell at this stage anyway? But this wasn’t about getting it perfect on the first try. This was about proving to myself that I could do it, at least once.

So I opened up to him physically as well, relaxing my shoulders and letting my hand drift casually down his forearm until it was stroking his wrist.

“Thanks,” I grinned softly.

Clarissa had warned me that even the best of men could be thick as a brick when it came to picking up on signals, but fortunately, it seemed like Elias was looking out for it, because he slowly turned his hand over until our fingers intertwined.

“Can I ask,” he said slowly, “what are you, um, looking for here?”

Sex, I thought. I want to prove to myself that I can seduce you and fuck you, no strings attached, and be fine about it afterwards.

But that sounded bad. No, no it didn’t, I just… wasn’t comfortable saying it like that yet.

So instead I let my fingers lightly stroke his wrist, and said, “My place?”

“Like, just a one-time thing?” he said.

I couldn’t quite tell if he was grateful or disappointed, but I nodded, trying not to let myself blush. I’m not embarrassed. I’m not. This is a normal thing that loads of people do all the time.

“Um, yeah!” he said. “I’m down. I should just quickly wash my hands first, but… yeah.”

“Good idea,” I agreed. Thank God, he at least cares about hygiene.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I let the water run over my hands, cleaning them on automatic. I was really about to do this, just take a guy home and use him for sex, because I could, because I wanted to.

And… it had been easy. That was the kicker. That insurmountable hurdle I’d thought would define my love life for all eternity had ultimately been so, so easy to clear. ‘Do you want to do this? Yes. Alright, let’s fuck.’ It was really that simple, and at this point I basically couldn’t screw it up unless I wanted to.

But there was no point in getting philosophical about a night of short and disappointing sex. Time to break out my secret weapon.

I looked up and down the corridor that separated the pub from the toilets. Nobody was watching. And if they were-

I don’t have to worry about people judging me for my sexuality. Shame is not a feeling I need.

-yes, exactly, thank you Mistress.

I propped one foot on the wall as I leaned back against it, deliberately posing, and when Elias emerged from the bathroom he was caught just slightly off-guard by the sight of me. Good.

“Hey, um, ready to go?” he said.

“Almost,” I said.

Before he could ask further, I ran my hand up his arm and down his chest. We locked eyes, and I saw he was taken aback but very turned on by my sudden forwardness. He might have regained his balance, but I quickly closed the gap between us, my lips touching his softly but passionately. His eyes shut, and he exhaled slowly, pleasurably.

Now, improbable as it sounded, I was in my element.

I kept things light, trailing gentle kisses from his lips up his jawbone and around to his cheek, then back to his lips. One on the corner of his mouth, then his other cheek, then again to his lips. This allowed me to whisper into his ear while he soaked in the pleasure.

“Just relax, enjoy this for a minute.”

He did as he was told, sagging slightly against the wall, and I knew that he was already putty in my hands. Encouraged, I continued covering his face with kisses while my words sank into his mind.

“You want to come back to my place.”

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

“You want to follow my lead.”

Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

“It feels good to let me take charge,”

kiss, kiss,

“to obey me for tonight.”

Kiss, kiss.

“When I tell you you’re feeling sleepy,”

kisssssssss,

“you’ll feel exactly like you do now.”

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Relaxed and open to my words.”

Kiss, kiss.

“Come on now,” I coaxed gently, pressing one last kiss to his lips, “come on. We’ve got places to be.”

I wasn’t quite sure how hypnotized he was, but his eyelids were fluttering and he didn’t seem like he could talk right now, never mind walk.

I looked around. There was still nobody in the corridor. I leaned into Elias’s shoulder, breathing in his closeness, before moving my mouth up to his neck. I kissed it lightly, before latching on with my teeth and sucking hard.

That jolted him out of his trance. His eyes flew open, a noise somewhere between a gasp of pleasure and a yelp of surprise escaping him for a split second before he remembered where he was.

I grinned at him, partly out of mischief, and partly out of pride. I would never have done something like that two weeks ago. But now he was marked as mine, at least for tonight.

“I think I’m about ready to leave now,” he grinned weakly.

I didn’t know how far I trusted my voice not to crack under pressure, so I said nothing. Instead I grabbed his arms and pulled him towards the exit. I expected him to ask what I was doing, but he followed wordlessly, obediently, an unspoken understanding passing between us.

Maybe there was something to this whole pretend-confidence trick after all.

My roommates had agreed, with a little hypnotic persuasion, to turn in early tonight, so the apartment was quiet and empty by the time Elias and I got back.

When we weren’t sitting down, it turned out that Elias was quite a bit taller than me—I only came up to his shoulder. Often I needed to wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up just to kiss him. Somehow that only made it hotter when he melted under my affection, so drowning in pleasure he didn’t realise he was slowly ceding control to me. I’d already discovered a few places he really enjoyed being kissed, and I could feel his skin tingling with goosebumps.

I trailed my lips up his jawline and around to the corner of his mouth, “Relax, just relax. It feels so good, so warm and soft and comfortable in here.”

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

“You can feel your mind drifting in the pleasure, unable to focus, unable to think.”

Kissss, kiss.

Let me take control. Listen to my voice as I guide you, guide you to sleep.”

Kiss, kiss.

“Sleep. Sleeeep now.”

My earlier groundwork must have paid off, because as soon as I mentioned sleep he dropped like a stone. I took his hands.

“Follow me,” I said.

Once I had led him into my bedroom, forgetting to shut the door, I took my sweet time stripping off his clothes, one by one.

“You’re all mine for tonight, aren’t you?” I purred.

“Uh huh,” he mumbled.

“Do you know how to please a woman properly?”

“I’m… pretty sure I’m decently-sized,” he replied after a second’s thought.

“I mean with your mouth,” I tried.

A subtle wrinkling of his nose confirmed the answer before he even spoke a word. “Oh, no. Never done that before.”

I rolled my eyes a little.

“But you love to please women in bed, don’t you?” I pressed. “You love to last a long time, and make sure she’s satisfied.”

“Yeah…” he murmured.

I kissed him to make sure my next suggestion sunk in deeply. “Licking pussy is the best way to please a woman.”

“The best way…” I could sense the hesitation in his voice. Guys and their weird fucking hangups.

Kiss, kiss, kiss. His jaw was definitely his weak spot.

“You want to lick my pussy. You want to learn how to please me.”

“Mmmm…” he murmured in agreement, and I was gratified to see his dick getting harder, associating my pleasure with his own. As it should be.

“Wake up, and I’ll show you,” I instructed.

He blinked, trying to re-orient himself as he came to, and I climbed on top of him, swivelling around to face the door. It meant I couldn’t see his face or stroke his hair, but I could keep him nice and hard as a reward for pleasing me. That made sense.

I leaned over his dick, tracing the shaft with just a finger. It twitched, and he groaned underneath me.

“Now,” I said, grinding firmly against his face as I fought to keep my voice from shaking, “lick.”

His tongue fluttered hesitantly against my pussy. Apparently liking what he tasted, he tried again, more firmly this time. I leaned down and kissed the head of his dick, causing him to moan, a pleasant vibration between my legs that made me moan in kind.

“The better you do it,” I murmured, “the better it will feel for you. Now further down- yes, that’s right…”

From his perspective, ‘further down’ was in the direction of my clit. In his eagerness, his hands went to my ass, pulling his face closer to my crotch, swiping his tongue over me a little too harshly.

“G-gently!” I gasped, stroking the flat of my palm lightly over his balls to demonstrate. “Treat her gently. It’s not a race, don’t start in fifth gear. Build her up slowly.”

He got the message, and soon his tongue was resting against my clit, moving back and forth as slowly as he dared. I returned the favour in kind, dragging my tongue teasingly over his dick.

He learned quickly that channelling his moans through his tongue was a guaranteed way to get me hot. Then he got bolder, thrusting his tongue into me, deliberately rubbing his lips over my most sensitive spots, and moaning whenever I would grind myself onto his face. In turn, I rewarded him with little licks, kisses, and touches on his dick. After a while, I started to suspect my efforts were incidental, not the true source of his pleasure. So we both abandoned all pretense and I started grinding my pussy deliberately over his face. He really enjoyed that, and as I sat up vertically he licked like a man possessed, seemingly not even caring about whether he could breathe until he’d made me cum.

“Oh fuck, that’s right,” I sighed, “eat me! Eat my pussy!”

His moan in response was loud enough for two people, and as I cried out in orgasm, it was like the apartment was crying out with me, matching every gasp, every tremor of pleasure with her own…

I eased myself off him, and murmured “Good boy, you did very well.”

“Woah, fuck,” Elias murmured, “that was way hotter than I imagined.”

I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, enjoying my scent lingering in his beard.

“You’d like to do that for all your partners from now on,” I whispered.

“Mmmm, yeah, for sure,” he nodded absently.

Whoever he ended up with in the future, she owed me a favour.

“Ready to keep going?” I said.

“I think so,” he grinned, and I noticed the gleam in his eye a fraction of a second too late.

I yelped as his limbs wrapped around me, rolling me over quickly and firmly so that I was pinned underneath him, his mouth kissing and licking a trail from my neck down to my breasts. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. Admittedly, it was exciting and new and fun and everything I’d hoped for… but damned if I was going to submit to him in my own bed.

Nice try.

With my free hand, I reached out and tickled him under his chin, coaxing him back upwards. He got the message, and when his face was level with mine again I captured his lips, humming provocatively as my tongue twirled around his.

His entire body relaxed just for a moment as his mind went blank, but it was enough for me to roll us over so I was on top of him again. I withdrew slowly, teasing him with every retreating lick. When I finally released his mouth, I grinned down at him as my hands locked around his wrists, stealing away his leverage.

“Woah,” he murmured as his eyes snapped back into focus, taking note of the fact that I’d turned the tables on him, “how did you do that?”

“Down, boy,” I purred.

Elias raised an intrigued eyebrow, “You like being on top, huh?”

“Maybe I do,” I smirked, before leaning up to dangle my breasts over his face. “Ask me nicely.”

I could see the gears turning in his brain as he watched my breasts sway back and forth above him, the words I love it when Victoria takes charge echoing in his head.

“You… you are so beautiful,” he whispered, the words betraying his internal battle between reverence and lust. “Please may I touch you?”

“Touch me, how?” I smirked. “Ask for what you really want.”

“May I suck on your nipples?” he said, then shrank back into the bed a little as he blushed. Adorable.

“You may,” I smirked, lowering myself down until my breasts were brushing his face. He obliged, parting his lips to allow my nipple into his mouth and sucking, far more gently this time.

“That’s very good,” I soothed, running a hand through his hair. My nipples weren’t that sensitive, but the fact of him worshipping my body was hot. Too hot to limit ourselves to just this.

While he was distracted, I worked my way down his body with my own. Our height difference was still a factor, but his submission had curled up his body into itself. I found his dick, bobbing and straining in search of my touch, and slowly ground my pussy against it.

“Is this what you want?” I murmured.

“Mmmmm-hmmm!” he nodded eagerly, his mouth still full of my breast.

I eased myself down onto him, and he released my nipple as we both moaned in pleasure. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his chest, holding him down so that I could ride him at my pace.

I knew he was under a suggestion that would likely hold him back from orgasming until I’d had mine, but I was in no hurry. I experimented, sliding up until just the tip rested inside me… then plunging all the way back down, gasping heavily as it hit every pleasure spot inside me simultaneously. Gradually, I learned what made him tremble with anticipation, and what made me throw off my restraint and moan like I’d always wanted to during sex.

“Ffffuuuuck…” I growled.

“You don’t… swear a lot, huh?” panted Elias underneath me.

“No… hffff… why?”

“Cause it’s… really fuckin’ hot when you do.”

“So make me!” I shot back.

He grinned, and tried to thrust up into me harder, but my hands were preventing him. I had no intention of finishing him yet, and as my pussy slid up, and down, and up, and down on his dick, I realised with a mischievous glee that this pace would be enough to finish me, but seemingly not enough for him. So I held him down firmly, letting myself go no faster, building Elias up more and more without letting him climax, feeling him swell even larger inside me as the stimulation became too much for him.

When at last his desperation was too great to ignore, he reached out to grab my hips, searching for any leverage he could find.

“Wow,” I gasped, feigning ignorance, “you really like my, uh, my ass.”

“Yeah,” he groaned, ready to agree with whatever I said so long as I would let him finish.

I slowed down as a truly wicked idea occurred to me, impulsive and shameless.

“You’re… you’re stopping?” he whined.

“Not quite,” I purred, lifting myself off him and turning around to face the door again. “But since you like it so much, I could, um, let you get a better look at it.”

“Oh, wow,” Elias murmured.

I lowered myself back down onto him, bracing myself against his legs. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, the change of angle allowing his dick to find new and very, very nice places inside me.

Oh, fuck!

I wasn’t sure who said it, but I definitely felt it. Suddenly I wanted more. I ground myself against him, driving him in deeper, and that motion developed, naturally and easily, into thrusting my hips with wild abandon, building us both to a fever pitch. I barely recognised the noises my own mouth was making, and for a split second, the old anxiety flared up. Was this truly what I wanted? To be this shameless, and… well, slutty?

Yes. Oh yes, it was. And I was tired of pretending otherwise.

My eyes snapped open, and I stared forward, into the darkness beyond my bedroom door.

I am in control, I mouthed, part prayer and part promise. I am in control.

Another soft yet lustful moan from somewhere, and this time I really couldn’t stop, clutching Elias’s calves and bouncing on his dick as hard as I could.

“Can’t hold back,” Elias groaned.

“Then don’t,” I panted, “I’m there, I’m there—!”

I wailed with ecstasy as another orgasm crashed over me, at the same time as Elias finally trembled and stiffened with his own climax. I squeezed myself tightly around him and panted with satisfaction as he gave in and came. It felt like it was overflowing inside me, warm and sticky and weirdly soothing. As my every nerve tingled with bliss, I looked over my shoulder to watch him as his limbs quivered and his eyes crossed.

Oops, I grinned to myself, I worked him up so badly that I killed him.

I felt him finally softening inside me, and leaned backwards against his chest, sighing with contentment. He murmured indistinctly, his hands automatically reaching around me as I snuggled into his embrace.

“That… that was good, right?” I whispered. “I’m not alone in that?”

“Fucken’ amazing…” Elias confirmed, already sounding drowsy.

I eased myself down beside him. I expected an unfamiliar body to be in some way uncomfortable, but Elias was warm and cuddly and a nice amount of hairy…

I smiled and leaned in close as I drifted off to the sound of his soft, steady breathing and the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest.

My eyes flickered open. It took me a second to parse who the mysterious lump next to me was, but the morning sun streamed through a gap in my curtains, revealing a telltale mess of black hair.

Elias. The man I had… fucked last night.

I couldn’t hold back a giggle, partly from a heady sense of achievement I never thought I’d feel in my social life, never mind my sex life, and partly because Elias looked adorably grumpy in his sleep, his brow furrowed with dreams, his mouth drooping naturally into a frown.

I reached out and stroked his hair, and he opened his eyes blearily.

“Ohhurm, hey, Victoria,” he grunted, and I couldn’t help feeling gratified that he’d remembered my name.

“Morning, Elias,” I smiled, returning the favour in kind.

“What time is it?” he murmured, peering dazedly at the sun through my window like he expected it to answer him.

“8:40,” I said, checking my phone.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

“Is this a, uh, stay for breakfast sort of thing?” he asked, but there was a casualness to his tone that put me at ease.

“Only if you think you can deal with all three of my roommates,” I pointed out.

“Ah, yeah, shit,” he said, clambering out of bed and gathering his clothes where I’d left them at the foot of my bed. “I should probably just go then.”

“Agreed, but… this was fun!” I said brightly.

A giddy grin passed over his face. “Yeah, it really was. Could I take a shower before I go?”

I fetched a spare towel from the wardrobe and handed it to him. “Of course! Out of the bedroom and turn right. Right again at the laundry.”

“Cool,” Elias said, stuffing his towel and clothes under his arm, then waggling his eyebrows at me. “Do you maybe wanna take a shower… together?”

He was still naked, and against my better judgement I felt my eyes drifting down his body, coming to rest on his dick. It turned out, morning wood was very real, and making a mockery of whatever exhaustion he had felt last night.

“I think,” I said carefully, raising my eyes back up to his even as I felt a smile turn up the corners of my mouth, “that would not be a good idea.”

“Yeah, true ay,” Elias inclined his head in agreement, his eyes taking their turn to roam over me.

We both quietly burst out laughing.

“Alright, I’m going,” he said, wrapping the towel around himself before opening the bedroom door and sneaking—almost silently—across the living room.

One shower later, and he was ready to leave.

“So,” he began, “I know we said this would just be a one-time thing, but… would you maybe be up for doing it again? I mean, if we happen to run into each other in the future?”

I paused, weighing up my options. I didn’t hate the idea. This had been fun. Good for my self-esteem. But no matter how casually he phrased it, something about this felt like him trying to get his hooks into me. Apparently, staying casual about sex, and giving it up afterwards, wasn’t so easy when the sex was actually good. From the look on his face, I’d been fucking amazing.

“I won’t make any promises,” I said firmly, pleased that my voice didn’t even shake a little bit. “I don’t do this often, and I’m not looking for anything regular. Don’t go back to that pub and expect me to be there again, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded.

I let my eyes trail over his body again. “But, if we do happen to meet organically, elsewhere, and I’m in the mood for it… I might say yes,” I smirked. “But no promises.”

He raised his hands in surrender, accepting that that was as good as he would get.

“How was the shower?” I said casually, as if I was just thinking of it.

“Nice! Very refreshing,” he enthused.

“Really?” I pressed. “Because you still look sleepy to me.”

“I, uh—” Elias said, but then cut himself off with a yawn.

I stepped closer to him and leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to his lips.

“You still haven’t quite shaken off the morning cobwebs,” I whispered, “you’re still feeling sleepy, so tired and sleepy…”

Elias’s shoulders sagged, and I needed a finger under his chin to keep him upright.

“You’ve completely forgotten my address,” I cooed softly. “You can remember the rest of our night absolutely fine, but when you try to think of where I live, the details just… aren’t there. You don’t even remember what my apartment looked like from the outside.”

“Uh-huh…” he slurred.

I kissed him again. “And the funny thing is,” I continued, “you won’t even realise you’ve forgotten until you get home. Understand?”

“Yuhh.”

“Good boy,” I whispered, “now wake up.”

Elias jolted, coming back to himself.

“Oof, yeah, still a bit worn out,” he said bashfully.

“You’d better get going then,” I smiled.

I led him to the door, and saw him off with a friendly wave… and that was it. I had done it. A successful no-strings-attached hookup.

A throat cleared meaningfully behind me.

I turned from the front door to find Clarissa on the sofa, silently waiting for me. Apparently she’d been there the whole time, and I just hadn’t noticed her until now.

“Good moorrrrning!” she chirped, then lowered her voice to a whisper. “Who was that handsome fella?”

I sat down next to her.

“Eliiiias,” I said coyly, and we both broke into a fit of giggles. God, it was like were teenagers again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

“Kind of?” I said. “I don’t feel bad about it, if that’s what you mean, I just… I did it!”

“You did!” Clarissa beamed. “And it was hot as fuck.”

Suddenly I caught something in her expression. A gleam in her eyes. A catch in her breath. Maybe even a bead of sweat on her skin, or the way her thighs clenched together in an otherwise relaxed pose.

Clarissa was… incredibly horny right now. I felt an enormous blush creep over my face.

“How so?” I murmured.

“Oh, just,” Clarissa waved a hand, “the idea of you taking control like that, it really pushes my buttons. Like, new kink unlocked.”

I squinted at her. “You have a kink… for me dominating people?”

She shifted, “Yyyeah, I guess you could say that.”

Ah, huh. Something tickled at the back of my mind.

“Did you come out here because you wanted to… do something about it?” I asked.

She actually blushed. “Right now, it’s about you,” she said softly. “If you’re willing, I’m game, but I thought you might want a little space.”

That was true. “I am still quite dirty, I should have a showe—”

“Hey!” Clarissa interrupted, turning to look me in the eyes. Her voice was sharp, but friendly.

“You are sweaty, not dirty,” she admonished. “Remember, sex cannot make you dirty.”

I exhaled, a tiny knot of anxiety I hadn’t noticed loosening its hold. “Thanks,” I smiled.

Clarissa’s eyes searched mine.

“You’re not ready for more sex, just yet,” she observed. “Too much?”

I nodded. “It’s not that I wouldn’t like it, but if I get any more attention on my clit right now, I’ll bruise something. Elias really took to cunnilingus like a duck to water.”

“Yeah he did,” Clarissa grinned absently, biting her lip. “How about… I wash you?”

“You want to wash me?” I said.

“If you’d like,” she said. “And I won’t go past kissing, I promise.”

I fought down the spike of anxiety, urging me to feel unclean, unworthy. Telling me that Clarissa shouldn’t want to touch me right now.

Because honestly, it sounded perfect.

“I’d… actually really like that,” I murmured shyly.

I allowed the hot water to pound against my forehead, standing still and soaking in bliss as Clarissa gently and methodically ran a thoroughly soaped-up sponge over my body.

Anxiety would come for me again, I knew. It didn’t go away just from one successful night. But right now, my friend was pampering me and I’d seduced a guy just because I could. Because it was fun. It didn’t need to be anything else. I had won this battle.

“Arms up,” Clarissa coaxed.

As she lathered me, I wondered what it was about my tale of last night, barely told, that turned her on so much. Strangely, I could already picture the look of sheer voyeuristic pleasure on her face if I told her everything. Her arousal was already evident in the way she was lovingly caressing every available inch of my body. If I told her, she’d 100% need a session with her dildo afterwards. Or during. And a tiny part of me felt very smug that my story would turn her on so much.

Hypnosis powers did weird things to people.

I felt the sticky skin on my back soften under Clarissa’s sponge, and I hummed with pleasure, feeling like I could fall asleep standing up. She was right, I thought. I was only dirty in the sweaty sense. It was just sex, and I was fine.

And if I felt Clarissa’s lips placing soft kisses between my shoulder blades, then following the path of the sponge down my spine until she reached my ass… well, that was fine, too.