The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alice entered the living room and a moment later, as if perfectly timed, she heard the jingle of door keys from just outside the apartment. Her robe flowed behind her as she quickly made her way to the windows and began to close the blinds. She shuffled behind the armchair and moved onto the last set of windows just as the door cracked open. Connor swung his briefcase inside before stepping in.

“Ugh, Mrs. Kramer wouldn’t stop talking my ear off. Apparently the HOA is in a tizzy about something with the trash collection.” He started as he immediately turned to the coat rack and took off his suit jacket before starting to undo his tie, “I swear those uppity bitches get crazier by the month.” Connor moved onto his shoes, kicking off each with the opposite foot.

By now, Alice was done with the blinds and had walked over to her husband. He turned around from the coat rack and almost jumped with how close she was. “Umm- I think...maybe... we should skip this week’s HOA meeting” He stammered and blushed as she leaned in close, tilting her head as looked him up and down, inspecting him.

“You don’t remember what happened to you?” Alice asks as she tilts her head up to look at him.

Connor begins to unbutton his shirt. “I remember.” He said flatly as his composure returned. Reaching the bottom of the buttons, he started to pull the shirt apart and over his shoulders as he looked down at her. “I never want to forget.” As the shirt drops off his shoulders and lands on the ground behind him, Alice can’t help but sneak a glance to admire his chest and abs. Connor continues by unbuckling his belt, letting his pants fall too, finally revealing the lower half of his body.

Alice’s eyes follow his pants as they fall off him. To the uninitiated observer, it looks like Connor was wearing seamless pantyhose, but upon closer inspection, it was so much more.

Alice’s curiosity takes hold and her right hand finds its way to his hips before tracing a finger across his adonis belt, just above the edge of the material, right to his cock—no, he’s been calling it his “slavecock”, which was hard and twitching. She knew it had to have been hard all day—it had to have been hard since his conversion a day ago—and she knew it would remain hard for forever, the material keeping him in a constant state of arousal. It seemed like being constantly edged made it easier to obey the mesh, the bio-organic material that had coated his lower half.

Alice continued to inspect Connor’s slavecock, which wasn’t just covered by the material and pressed up against his pelvis like one would expect. His slavecock was perfectly encased, like a finger in a glove. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and felt the material against her palm, pulsing and rippling over his hard member, keeping him docile with pleasure. Snapping out of her fixation on his member and the living material, she looked back up at him. She gasped as she saw his eyes were now totally milky white. She’d seen him like this before and she knew it meant the mesh was dominating his mind.

She knew right now, he wasn’t Connor anymore—maybe he wasn’t a moment ago either and maybe he won’t ever be again. To him, he was something better, something perfected, something completed. Connordrone seemed to answer the question she hadn’t asked out loud. “My mesh is bonded to me. This host is no longer resisting.” He answers in a monotone voice before pausing, remembering that there was more to the story.

“However, this host was resisting earlier today.” Alice perked up, hopeful. “Being at work triggered some resistance from the inferior mind, but I was able to isolate myself in the office and let the mesh work on the host’s mind. This host is now thinking correct, obedient meshdrone thoughts.” She grimaced lightly, her hopes quickly dashed. She needed to figure out a way to save him, but it seemed like he didn’t want to be saved.

Connordrone took a step back from Alice and began to turn around. She couldn’t help but focus on his waist, where his mesh’s edge seemed to ebb and flow, little tendrils snaking and curling across his skin so sensually. Her eyes continued wandering and she saw the slow ripples of the material moving between his firm buttocks, no doubt adding to the pleasure that was corrupting and controlling him.

With his back still turned towards Alice, Connordrone pointed to the little nub that formed right at the base of his spine, connected to the mesh. “I can now feel it moving up my spine, burrowing deeper into me,” Connordrone moaned. He turned his head slightly and she caught a glimpse of him smiling. “He seems so proud,” she thought to herself.

Connordrone caught a glance of her disapproving look. “You’re still resisting. It will feel so much better when you give in.” He turned back around. “It will feel wonderful, forever. Your mesh will help you understand.”

Alice let out a gasp as her own mesh came alive. The material encasing and protruding into both her ass and her pussy—no, a thought intruded into her mind, her slavepussy—began to throb and thrash, rewarding her. She took a step back and grabbed hold of the armchair arms as her robe came undone. Another shudder and her robe finally falls off her shoulders, revealing her mesh encased lower body—the alien material so clearly seen pumping in and out of her slavepussy and her ass.

She moaned as her knees finally gave away, letting her body sink back into the armchair. Without thinking, her legs spread, trying to give her mesh more access to her most intimate of places. She instantly reacted—one hand came up to her tit, pinching her nipple while the other found its way between her legs, cupping her slavepussy. She could feel the mesh—her mesh, flowing under her fingertips, moving in and out of her. It took every ounce of resistance to stop touching herself. With a grit of her teeth, she placed her hands on the arms of the chair and tried to steady her breathing between the increasing pleasure.

She snuck one glance over to Connordrone. He continued to stand stoically in the entryway. The only indication that he was enjoying the show was his slavecock. She could see his mesh throbbing over the shaft and head in time with the pleasure pulsing between her own thighs. “How am I still me?” She wondered while marveling at how easily Connordrone had already submitted.

A gasp escaped her lips as her eyelids flutter as her own mesh thrusts deeper into her, filling her completely and pressing against all the right places as she’s brought right to the edge. The pleasure doesn’t subside a bit and her head rolls back as the waves of bliss keep crashing into her.

That gasp turned to a moan as she felt someone lifting her legs. Her head tilts down and she’s treated to the sight of a meshed slavecock pressing into her meshed slavepussy. The material that’s flowing into her slides easily around and she can see every inch of Connordrone’s encased length slip into her, filling her up so perfectly before beginning to thrust in and out.

This felt so much better than any other sexual encounter they’ve had in their years of marriage. It felt like her mesh was nibbling at her clit and the protrusion in her ass was pulsing in alternating time with Connordrone’s thrusts. The best part, however, was the feeling in her slavepussy—of the alien material rippling and undulating between both of them, raising their pleasure beyond anything a human could comprehend.

She looked deep into Connordrone’s eyes. They were so impossibly blank and it surprised her how arousing it was to stare into the milky whiteness. She wondered if her eyes would end up like that if she couldn’t find a way to stop this and reverse whatever was happening to them.

As the pleasure continued to flow through her, Alice gripped the chair arms tighter and tried to distract herself by letting her mind wander. Her mind settled into the memory of last night…

Yesterday, Alice was the one returning home, ripping open the door and slamming it closed behind her. She didn’t want to be caught out in public when she could barely keep her composure. She knew she smelled of sex. Now in the safety of her own home, she leaned her hand on the credenza to steady herself. In the calm silence of the house, she could hear a faint wet squelching sound from between her legs, causing her to moan as she was reminded of her new reality.

She had no idea how Kat and Claire could be feeling this all the time and act so normal. Walking, eating, drinking, dancing—she didn’t know how they could function through this blinding pleasure.

She didn’t notice anything different about her friends earlier that night, but when they returned to Kat’s apartment they so casually showed her what they had under their skirts. She told her it was like a sex toy—like it was the best fuck she’d ever have. She didn’t fully comprehend what she was seeing when Kat bent over and showed how it was moving, massaging her ass the ripples of it formed a hypnotic pattern that centered between her cheeks, where it was pushing into her. When Claire spread her legs to show Alice the material fucking her, Alice’s inebriated finally curiosity won and she agreed to try on a pair. Once she felt the material push into her, the pleasure started, and she saw her friends’ blank eyes, she bolted, running back home.

She tried to stifle another moan. She couldn’t cum—she didn’t know how she knew, but she knew if she came, she’d end up like her friends—enthralled by whatever it was that was pulsing and throbbing on and inside of her now. She looked in the hallway mirror, counting herself lucky that her eyes still looked like they always have.

Connor came around the hallway bend just as Alice moaned again, and he caught her just as her knees buckled. “Oh my god Alice—what happened to you?” He asked his disheveled wife.

As Alice began to tear off her short dress, Connor backed away. “Y-you gotta help me get th-this thing o-offohhhhhhhh.” Connor saw Alice’s eyelids flutter before looking down at her mostly naked form, seeing her in a pair of pantyhose that she did not leave the house in.

His eyes widened as she turned and gave him a better view—the material was moving, rivulets of material seemed to be pumping in between her legs. His instincts took over and he helped move her to the bedroom and onto the bed, where he began to try to tear at the seam.

However, his fingers could not find a way to get under the edge of the material. The little tendrils along the edge seemed to have bonded with her. It didn’t help that she was still gyrating her hips and thrashing. He moved his hands along her thighs, trying to find any opening, but his touch was just heightening her experience.

Something was happening to Connor too. The more he touched, the more he became aroused. As much as he was worried, he was beginning to notice how hot Alice looked in the throes of pleasure and coated by the material that seemed to highlight her curves. He continued to touch, but his grasping and clawing had suddenly turned soft and sensual.

Before he knew what was happening he had taken off his clothes and was pushing his hard cock into her. Alice finally focused enough to look down at her husband thrusting in, burying himself to the hilt in her pussy—no, slavepussy.—oh god, she knew that’s what Kat and Claire now had between their legs and now so did she.

Connor looked on in amazement. The material wasn’t just encasing her pussy—it seemed to flow into it. The material rippled and undulated against his member and it felt better than anything he had ever experienced before.

Alice threw her head back as her husband continued to fuck her on the edge of the bed, holding up her legs and using his weight to thrust deep. The pleasure spiked as she felt something inside of her. She looked down and front row view as the material expanded, crawling up his thighs and over his calves and back behind him. She saw the material tighten around his waist and he arched his back and gasped—it must have just pushed into him from behind. Throughout all of this, he didn’t stop fucking her.

With one deep thrust, she felt a warm sensation fill her as he came. “N-n-nooooo,” she moaned as she saw his eyes cloud over. His facial expression softened and she knew his mind had submitted.

“My mesh is bonded to me. This host is not resisting.” Connor let go of Alice’s legs, pulled away, and Alice could suddenly feel his cum leaking from her slavepussy. Her pleasure had subsided. It was now just a low throbbing in the back of her mind. She wondered if converting Connor somehow weakened the thing that was on her.

A deep thrust brought Alice back to the present. She glanced back up at Connordrone’s eyes and marveled at how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. She realized she was wrong before—he wasn’t blank. He was content. He was happy

“I want you to feel what I feel.” Connordrone grunted as he continued to fuck her. “I want us to be meshdrones, together.” Alice could only whimper in response as she began to think about how good it might feel to give in. This felt better than any sex they’ve ever had. Her slavepussy throbbed in agreement.

She began to consider cumming and letting it consume her mind.

Throb.

She visualized her mesh growing up her spine, helping her obey.

Throb.

She thought about her mesh pleasuring her, always, and forever

Throb.

She wondered what Connordrone’s meshed slavecock tasted like.

Throb.

She wondered if she could taste it while he was tasting her meshed slavepussy.

Throb.

She fantasized about who they could show this wonderful new existence to—assimilate—together.

Throb.

She felt Connordrone push in, pressing her into the sofa and begin to gyrate in his unique way—a signal he was going to cum soon. “Cum with me.” he moaned. “You want to give in.” He barely saw her nod, but that was all the signal he needed.

He thrust in deep and she felt a familiar warmth fill her as he came. She looked up at him as she let go. Her head rolled back and she came with Connordrone, curling her legs around his waist and holding him deep within her. It seemed like her orgasm lasted for an eternity before it settled and she was grinning from ear to ear.

Alice didn’t need a mirror—she knew. She felt it as her eyes clouded over and the feeling of absolute fulfillment washed over her.

She had heard these words before, but she relished in finally getting to say them now. They felt so real—so true. “My mesh is bonded to me. Meshdrone activated.” Seeing her blank, milky white, alien eyes, Connordrone smiled back at her and Alicedrone knew she was going to enjoy this silky future together.