The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Harold sat in his side office, mindlessly entering inventory data, payroll info, and a host of other tedious numbers. His fingers typed rhythmically on his laptop as he stared at his screen, his eyes glazed over and his mouth open. The wall of numbers was stupefying and his brain felt like a block of wood in his head. For some reason, he couldn’t shake loose his higher mental facilities any more than he could shake his cock loose from its chastity cage.

Every hour or two, Harold’s mind would clear long enough go glance inside Jeanna’s office and at the file marked “business proprietor”. He knew his wife would be gone for the rest of the day and knew he wouldn’t be disturbed if he took the sensitive contracts to his desk. Every time he would leaf through the files, however, he was overcome with a wave of sleepiness. The words on the pages just never seemed to stay in one place and kept wiggling around. He started daydreaming about Jeanna and her muscular hips and tapered legs. His cock kept growing until it squished painfully into the smooth metal bars of his cage. He desperately ran his thumbs over the combination lock of the cage. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get the right combo. The task would always completely consume his attention.

In a daze, Harold would put the files back untouched and stagger back to his office to get on with his work. His mind would stay lost in a horny fugue for a few minutes until he snapped out of it, realizing he had just lost twenty minutes and his crotch was suddenly sore.

At long last, five o’clock arrived and Harold’s phone began ringing. Jeanna was calling him at the end of the day, as usual. He switched on the videophone.

“How’s it going, hubby?” Jeanna beamed at him, her face partially hidden behind oversized sunglasses. “Did you get all your work done?”

“You know I did,” Harold said, rubbing his sore genitals over his cage. “What about you? Did you meet up with that… are you on a boat?!”

All Harold could see was Jeanna’s face lit up by the afternoon sun and the crystal blue sky behind her, but he heard a boat’s motor and could see her rocking with the motion of the waves.

“Huh?” She cocked her head to the side. “Oh! Well…the Aussie actually has a yacht moored here so we got to talking…”

“Got to talking?” Harold crossed his arms. “What about? Let me guess. You used that little ‘conversation starter’ of yours, huh?”

Jeanna smirked and reached for her necklace concealing her hypno disc. “In my defense, he noticed it first.”

“Then I can also guess which top you wore.” Harold chided.

“Okay, enough judgment. This is a business venture, got it? Speaking of that, did Fatima check-in?”

“She messaged that the…ahem… meeting went great. We have the CFO’s unwavering support.”

“Is she back yet?”

Harold sucked in a deep breath, his tongue nervously licking his teeth.

“Uh, I…She told me she was headed straight home,” he said.

Jeanna’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh! Well…I guess that’s fine. I’m not going to be back home tonight anyway. We’re setting down anchor now.”

“Oh man! And I bet you have my key with you too!” Harold whined. Jeanna giggled.

“Don’t worry, babe,” She cooed. Her hand ran down to her necklace and she turned on a slow-spinning spiral in the disc, holding it close to the phone camera. Even virtually, the hypnotic disc never failed to captivate her husband.

“I know you were working so hard, and you need a break. I’m going to send you a surprise after this, does that sound nice?”

“Yes, dear…” Harold chanted.

“Gooood. Just don’t forget, you still can’t concentrate when you try to read those proprietor papers, isn’t that right? They still make you sleepy, and fuzzy, and horny?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Mmmmm…good!” Jeanna flicked off the spiral and put her blue eyes close to the frame. Her husband’s slouching form and dazed expression stared back at her. “You can wake when I hang up. See you later, sweetie!”

Blowing Harold one last kiss with her ruby-red lips, Jeanna giggled and hung up. Harold started to blink and shook his head from side to side.

“That bitch!” he muttered to himself. Was she really going to leave him locked up the entire night while she partied it up on some rich asshole’s boat?

He was still grumbling to himself when his phone buzzed with another message. He swiped it open and saw a message from Jeanna. Automatically, he opened it and a sparkling digital copy of his chastity key twinkled and flashed at him. Under the animation was a caption from his wife.

ENJOY BLOWING OFF SOME STEAM ;)

Like a jigsaw puzzle, Harold’s brain suddenly snapped together, and the number of the combination instantly became clear to him. His hands shot into his pants and fumbled with the cool dials of the combination lock.

1-6-9

With a click, the cage cracked open. Harold wasted no time pulling down his pants and ripping off the cramped metal cage. He moaned as he felt cool air caressing his pent-up member. Then, with his free hand, he flicked through his phone at the day’s messages. He stopped at the one that Fatima had sent at 4:50 p.m.

ALL DONE HERE. MEETING WENT GREAT! WE HAVE THE CFO’S UNWAVERING SUPPORT. BE AT THE OFFICE IN ABOUT 45 MIN

Harold glanced at his clock which read 5:10. He had twenty-five minutes. Wasting no time, he scrolled through the office contacts. Hopefully, he could get to R&D before they left.

Fatima sauntered into the office meeting room and was surprised to find it empty. She was expecting Jeanna, or at least Harold, to greet her after her first assignment. Her first wildly successful assignment for that matter. She plopped her purse down against the wall and took a seat at the table just as Harold burst through the door.

“Fatima! Welcome back. How did everything go?” Harold was holding a small bag of lollipops in his hand as he sucked on another hanging from his mouth. “Did you have any trouble?”

“Nope!” Fatima said proudly. “No issues whatsoever. Those little gadgets you gave me really work wonders.”

“You have no idea!” Harold said with a little too much enthusiasm.

“What does that mean?” Fatima raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing! Lollipop?” He deflected as he showed Fatima the bag.

“Sure! Any cherry flavors?”

“Eh…looks like we ran out. Just strawberry left.”

“Well…alright fine!”

Harold reached into the bag and pulled out a pink lollipop that he handed over to Fatima.

“A little post-assignment celebration!” said Harold.

“What?” Fatima said, placing the lollipop in her mouth.

“You know, a little treat for a job well done. We do everything to keep up morale in the office.”

“No, I mean what did you say?” said Fatima. “I couldn’t hear you over that loud-as-fuck tie you’re wearing.” She shot him a brat face.

“Hah,” Harold said with a wooden smile. “Good one. So, things went well with Mr. Heyman?”

“Oh yeah!” Fatima said, her lips wrapping around the bulb of the lolli. “I’ve never had a mark that went down so easy. He was spouting company secrets like a fountain by the time I was done with him.”

“And you recorded all of them?”

“Yeah, of course! It’s all there on the audio file I sent you.”

“And Mr. Heyman will definitely be…cooperative with us in the future?” Harold asked. He couldn’t help but stare as Fatima flicked her tongue over the pink lollipop.

“He didn’t seem like he was in any position to argue when I was done with him. I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to help out after I give him another visit with the girls.” She squeezed her cleavage together with her arms and shimmied her chest. Harold’s mouth began to water.

“Excellent! Well, I think it’s safe to say that we definitely made a good call bringing you into the Geminicorp family.”

“Mmmm….thank you…” Fatima mumbled around the lollipop. Her eyelids began to flutter slightly.

“Thank you…sir,” Harold corrected her. He was about ready to test the waters.

Fatima’s head bobbled on her neck as she continued to suckle on her lollipop, a dreamy expression spreading across her face.

“Thank you…sir…” She replied softly.

“You had quite a long day y’know,” Harold said, pacing slowly towards Fatima’s end of the table. “I’m sure you must be feeling a little sleepy. Just a little drowsy.”

“Sleepy….” Fatima mumbled through half-lidded eyes. “Drowsy…”

“Good, why don’t you just relax a little,” Harold took the risk to reach out and lay his hands on Fatima’s shoulders giving her a gentle massage. She didn’t resist.

“That’s good, Fatima. Just let yourself unwind. You can zone out if you want. Slip into a fun little daydream. You earned it after all.” He said while rolling his thumbs over her delicate shoulder blades in small circles.

“Mmmm…yeeaaahhh…” Fatima moaned. “Unwind….I earned it…but, Jeanna?”

“She’s at a business retreat. She’ll be back soon. You don’t have to worry about her.”

“Doan…worry…” Fatima said, her head nodding forward into her chest. Her lollipop dangled from her mouth.

“That’s right, don’t worry about anything at all. Just take a nice little rest,” Harold whispered as he massaged more and more of her neck and back.

Fatima’s eyes valiantly tried to stay open, but at last slammed shut as her head slumped forward. Harold counted to ten as he watched to see if Fatima was indeed entranced. Finally, he reached around and carefully removed the lollipop from her mouth, taking extra care not to touch the candy bit. The techs at R&D warned him not to make direct contact with the psycilitropin duplicate they had constructed using Fatima’s own formula as a blueprint. He put the spiked lollipop in a biohazard bag and then went to go wash his hands just in case.

When he returned, his cock twitched to see Fatima blissfully asleep, her head snoozing just above her breasts that were slowly slipping out of her thin shirt. He smiled wickedly to himself. At last, his wife was out of town, his cock was out of hypnotic chastity, and the new office Latina goddess was dozing in trance completely at his mercy, undone by the same drug she had used to beguile so many wealthy men.

Sometimes, life gives you a break.

“Fatima, can you hear me?” Harold asked stepping closer.

“Yes, sir…” The entranced woman replied.

“Tell me how you are feeling, Fatima,” he commanded.

“Good…sleepy…funny…horny…”

“You are horny, Fatima. Very horny right now. You want to take off your shirt and jacket. You are desperate to take off your top now, Fatima.”

Like magic, Fatima’s hands floated as she shrugged off her jacket. Her fingers quickly undid the buttons on her blouse and soon they were lying in a pile on the office floor. Fatima sat back in the office chair in her lace bra, her breasts nearly popping free and a dreamy, vacant smile on her face.

“You’re feeling hot right now, Fatima. Like you’re in a jungle. You can feel the hot, humid air. You’re surrounded by trees and fruits and flowers. Can you see them, Fatima?”

“…yes…” Fatima’s head wandered around, her mind lost in a forest of psychedelic plants and animals. Thanks to the psycilitropin flooding her brain, every hallucination tingled in her clit and made her rub her thighs together.

“Its hot in the jungle, Fatima. Sweltering and humid. You want to take off all of your clothes. It’s okay. There’s nobody around you. You can just be naked in your beautiful tropical forest.”

“…yes…naked…” Fatima said as she reached back to unhook her bra. Harold bit excitedly on his lip as Fatima’s marvelous tits came free, her perky nipples standing erect in the cool office air. Fatima floated to her feet and wiggled her way out of her pants and panties. Harold put a hand in his waistband, trying desperately to give his rapidly expanding cock more room. Fatima stood in front of him completely naked, her eyes gazing blankly into her sexy dream forest.

Harold kept his hand wrapped around his cock for an extra few seconds and then walked up to the nude woman. He extended his hand just in front of Fatima’s face, giving her a whiff of his sweat and musk.

“Can you smell the flowers, Fatima?” He asked. “Take a deep breath in. Smell the wonderful, sexy scent of the flowers. It turns you on, Fatima. The smell arouses you. You can’t get enough of it, Fatima. You’re addicted to the smell of the jungle flowers.”

Fatima’s smile grew even broader and she inhaled the scent of Harold’s cock like it was the sweetest perfume. Harold picked up on another, more feminine scent wafting from Fatima’s body.

“It’s overpowering you, Fatima. You can’t resist the scent or what it does to your body. Touch yourself now, Fatima. Indulge yourself for the pretty-smelling flowers.”

Harold had to step back and return his hand to his aching cock as Fatima’s fingers drifted down to her crotch and began rubbing circles over her clit. He resisted the urge to blow his load then and there as he watched Fatima masturbating, her face cycling through every shade of rapture. Harold let her enjoy herself for a few moments, just watching her glistening pussy and her tits bounce with every movement.

Finally, as he struggled not to pass out from his screaming erection, he stepped forward gently lay a hand on Fatima’s shoulder.

“That’s good, Fatima. You’re so turned on right now, but you’re so exhausted. Your legs feel like they’ve walked a hundred miles. You need to give them a rest. You need to kneel down on the jungle floor for a moment.”

Harold gave her the slightest push with his hand. Fatima’s knees immediately buckled and she let herself drift down to the ground, her hand sliding off her clit. Harold all but tore off his shirt and threw his pants and shorts down to his ankles, his erection jutting out from his hips.

“Look straight in front of you, Fatima,” he coaxed as he swayed his dick back and forth. “What do you see?”

Fatima’s eyes focused on Harold’s cock, nearly crossing as she stared at its scarlet head.

“I see…a snake…” She murmured. Harold smirked to himself. Amazing how appropriate a woman’s subconscious could be, sometimes.

“Keep your eyes on the snake, Fatima. Watch it sway back and forth, back and forth…” Harold kept swinging his cock like a metronome. Fatima’s eyes followed it, her head bobbing with the motion.

“Snakes are magic creatures, Fatima,” Harold continued. “They’re powerful, intimidating, and even mesmerizing. Some people say if you stare too long at a snake, it can hypnotize you.”

Harold grabbed the base of his cock and started moving it around in wide, slow circles. Fatima continued to follow along helplessly, her eyes dropping down at the bottom of the circle and opening wide at the top.

“Keep your eyes on the snake, Fatima. It’s seducing you, hypnotizing you. You just can’t take your eyes away from the powerful, sexy snake. See how it dances and moves. Follow the motion, Fatima. Back and forth, back and forth, around …and around… and around…”

Harold started inching his way backward, leading Fatima around on all fours like a dog on a leash. He had only meant to lead her back a few steps so he could sit down, but then decided it’d be more fun to take her around the office for a few laps.

“Stand up Fatima. The snake wants you to dance.”

Her eyes glued to Harold’s hard-on, Fatima slowly rose to her feet, her mouth hanging slightly open in a wide, unabashed grin. In her mind, a stunning, neon-colored boa was swaying its head right in front of her face, its scales shifting colors in a mesmerizing display. Its eyes were both frightening and exciting and seemed to gaze straight through Fatima into her brain pulling her strings like a puppet. The snake slithered in front of its hypnotized prey and Fatima felt her body begin to move, dancing to her master’s song.

Harold was shaking his dick on autopilot, half forgetting that he still was holding Fatima’s reins by his cock. He couldn’t help it, of course. Fatima expertly rolled her hips from side to side while shaking her breasts. Even without the help of Jeanna and Harold’s hypno tech, she was used to putting men under her spell with the motion of her body. She swiveled around to show off her plump ass, bending at the waist and twerking her hips. Harold began to gnaw on his lip as his cock surged even stiffer.

“Okay…okay!” he gasped. “Ahem! Ah…very good, Fatima,” he continued after composing himself. “Dancing makes you feel happy. Dancing makes you feel sexy. You are so grateful that the snake makes you feel this way. You want to do something nice for it, don’t you? You want to kiss it.”

Fatima nearly shook herself awake. Kiss a snake? The thought sent shivers down her back. Then she glanced down at the snake that had started to dance and sway again. Back and forth, around and around. All the colors of the rainbow rippling down those shiny, glittering scales.

Harold held his breath as Fatima drifted closer and closer to his cock, like a fish nearing the hook. He finally let out a long sigh as Fatima’s pillowy lips wrapped around his cock and gave it a wet smack.

“That’s…so good, Fatima!” said Harold, fighting for control. “That felt good, didn’t it? You love pleasing the snake. Why don’t you make out with him some more?”

Fatima’s jaw dropped as her eyes practically twirled as they followed the bouncing cock. Fatima stretched out her tongue and started running it up and down the bottom of Harold’s length. She grabbed the base and began swirling her tongue over and around the head. Harold moaned and panted and reached around to pull Fatima’s head in tighter to his crotch.

In an act of iron will, Harold pulled back Fatima’s head and let his cock slip out of her lips. He wanted to make this last.

“Follow the snake again, Fatima,” He whispered as he led her to the office table and helped the dazed woman lie down. “You are in love with the snake. He has hypnotized you. You obey him. You worship the snake.”

“I worship the snake…I obey the snake.” Fatima echoed, euphoria radiating from her face.

“Let the snake enter you, Fatima. Let the snake give you pleasure. You want nothing more than this.”

Fatima’s grin melted away into a mask of hungry lust. Her juicy brown thighs parted and exposed her slick pussy. Harold could barely think as he slid his stiff penis through the silky folds of Fatima’s cunt. He shouted in pleasure as he bounced Fatima’s body back and forth on the table surface. She began to match his rhythm and squeezed her vagina, sending him jolts of sensation. He gasped and tried to contain himself as he stared at Fatima’s glorious round breasts jumbling around.

He inhaled deeply and slowed down his pace. He had one last thing he wanted to do.

“Fatima, you love my snake, don’t you?” He growled between thrusts.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! I love your snake, Harold!”

“You’d do anything for my snake, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh god! Yes!”

“You’re going to be my helper, aren’t you?” Harold said with a wicked grin.

“Mmmmm…yes!” Fatima arched her back, luxuriating in the delicious sensation of being filled by a hypnotic cock snake.

“Good, Fatima,” Harold grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, thrusting into her from behind. He reached his arms around and began pinching and scratching her nipples. Fatima practically bleated.

“And one of the first things you’re going to do for me is help me set up my wife. You remember my wife Jeanna, right?”

“Jeanna?” Part of Fatima’s mind scrambled to make sense of memories of her divine boss/lover. She knew she shouldn’t betray her boss, but right now, with her brain flooded with sex and drugs, she couldn’t remember why she should care.

“Yes, Jeanna,” Harold continued. “You’re going to help me finally turn the tables on that bitch. And then, she’ll be signing over every share of her part of the business to me. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!...I…I….I..don’t want…I….I….” Fatima did her best to protest while getting screwed.

“Remember, you obey my snake. You worship my snake. You obey my snake.”

:I…obey your…snake. I worship your snake….I obey your snake….I worship your snake…” Fatima repeated, her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as another blissful smile crossed her face.

“That’s right… So you’ll help me set up Jeanna?”

“…Yes, sir…”

Harold began to rock faster. Fatima bounced along happily, her whole body feeling like one big needy clit.

“Say yes master…” commanded Harold.

“Oh! Yes, master…AHHH!!” Fatima saw stars as an orgasm rocked through her body. The pleasure mixed with the psycilitropin electrified her brain, rewiring it with newfound loyalty to her master and the hypnotic serpent between his legs.

Harold grunted and pulled his cock out, furiously rubbing up and down with his hand until he gushed stream after stream of hot cum over Fatima’s tits. His balls spasmed in joy as he rode wave after wave of his orgasm, the stress of his recent chastity pouring off him.

Finally, the two collapsed onto the table, momentarily exhausted by their respective climaxes. Harold lost himself in his post-coitus afterglow as he felt the blood in his cock slowly drain. He smiled in relief. Fatima lay on the table, writhing as her hands massaged Harold’s cum into her chest. She smiled and moaned softly to herself, her mind still lost in the musky smell of jungle flowers.