The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jennifer stood in front of the SARAH once more, watching the timer count down the final few seconds before she could step inside her virtual dream world again. She was so ready to go... and hopefully cum... that it was laughable. She wasn’t laughing, though, wondering if she looked as flushed as she felt, her skin already tingling, trying to suppress the wild anticipation filling her mind.

She’d opted to dress as if she were going out to a club. It was about 1:00 AM Sunday morning, and actually her birthday now. Happy Birthday to me! she thought, as it finally seemed completely apropos. For a moment, she wondered if her choice of outfits was even her own, or whether the idea had been “given” to her.

Who cares, though? she thought. I feel good. I feel attractive and sexy again. That was all she really cared about, too... letting Ariel see her at her erotic best.

Stretchy white tube top, black leather mini, black silk thong and thigh-highs, 3″ black heels... Jennifer felt ready for the excitement and desire she soon hoped to live out inside the SARAH.

If these are even the clothes I’ll still be wearing once the session starts, she wondered, a part of her mind still worried she was over-assuming what was about to happen.

She stood there, 40 seconds to go until the door would unlock, lifting each heel in turn, shaking out her calves like a runner before a big race. Her nipples were already hard, and pressing through the thin fabric of her top. Jennifer didn’t care though, only saying a silent prayer that this session would match the previous two in intensity and content. The last thing she wanted was for it to move into some uncharted area, to go to some non-sexual place where she couldn’t let herself go in the ways she’d been fantasizing about for the past five hours.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... and the red light on the display turned green.

Once more, she pushed the “Session” button, and this time the number 3. She stepped back as the metal door whooshed outward, and then walked inside.

The door closed behind her, and, ignoring the momentary mental confusion, Jennifer watched as the stygian darkness moved from black to light. She could hear before she could see this time, her heart leaping as she listened to the heavy, repetitive beat of dance music filling her ears. She’d either guessed correctly, or had somehow understood what was expected of her, and, just like that, found herself standing with her back to the bar in an intimate and hot-looking dance club. It was a place she wished existed for real... its flashing lights perfect, the wooden dance floor large and slick, and the tables almost invisible around its dark periphery.

For some reason, it didn’t shock her at all that everyone she could see was female. What did surprise her, despite her previous thoughts on the subject, was how happy that made her feel.

A drink in her hand… a perfect gin-and-tonic that she sipped and enjoyed... Jennifer looked out at the floor, for a moment wondering why it was less than half-full. After all, the song pulsing out of the club’s speakers was hot and rhythmic... almost irresistibly danceable. But this was her third time for this, and she had a good guess as to why that might be.

It was certainly why she hoped it might be.

And she was right!

The lights suddenly seemed to change; their whirling, blinking patterns somehow drawn to a point in the darkness on the other side of the hardwood, tracking a woman who’d risen from a table there to approach her. Jennifer knew to a moaning certainty it was Ariel, even before the lights began to shimmer and shine off her golden mask. Unlike their last session, however, everyone seemed to take notice; the dancers deliberately moving out of Ariel’s path, stepping aside as if she either owned the place, or was somehow the undisputed queen of its dance floor.

She watched Ariel step onto it, not missing a stride, almost gliding in her short, deeply-cut black dress. It fit her perfectly, accentuating everything Jennifer already longed to look at and touch. Shiny and reflective, the lights seemed to sparkle and glow on its surface, moving and expanding. It was almost as if the colors were emanating from the fabric, or simply radiating through it from Ariel, herself.

Her birthday friend and lover looked mesmerizing, ultra-exotic. Gritting her teeth and somehow resisting the urge to just charge over to her, Jennifer turned and put her glass down on the bar. In the few seconds it took her to do that, Ariel had gotten even closer, her smile even more warm and attractive.

Her weak resistance melting, Jennifer found herself calling out, “Ariel!", and taking two steps forward, even though she hadn’t planned to do so.

She hadn’t planned anything, really, not wanting to be disappointed if Session #3 turned out to be something she hadn’t expected, or didn’t want.

But this was what she had prayed for.

Happy and expectant, Jennifer opened herself up completely, no longer caring about reality or intent, simply letting her desires drive her, letting her needs dictate her actions and responses. She wanted this to be real. She desperately wanted all this to be real.

So now, for her, that is what it became.

Never stopping, Ariel walked directly into Jennifer’s open arms, her words totally clear somehow, even over the loud, pulsing music.

“Happy Birthday, Jennifer,” she said, and then kissed her.

Jennifer kissed her back... happily, passionately... wanting Ariel to know the depths of her feelings for her. It went on a long time, until the onlookers began to whoop and hollar, and more than one cry of “You go, girl!” filled the club. Even the bartender was hooting and yelling out, “Get these two a room!”

They broke apart finally, Jennifer feeling dazed and even more aroused. Ariel looked unaffected, but was smiling again, licking her lips, obviously seeming to relish their physical interactions. She winked and said, “How about a dance, birthday girl?”

As if on cue, the music suddenly changed. It was still hot and deeply rhythmic, but had switched to a more Latin beat. Jennifer hadn’t danced to much Latin music, but nodded. The song called on her to move, and the thought of doing it with Ariel was far too compelling to deny. Mambo or samba or salsa, or some combination of the three, Jennifer wasn’t sure, and didn’t care, letting Ariel hold her and lead her through the steps.

She found herself falling into them easily, almost stunned by how well she was doing, and how she was dancing the way she always dreamt she could.

Ariel was so close to her, their bodies pressed so tightly together. Face-to-face and breasts-to-breasts, they spun and swirled around the dance floor, others following in their wake or simply getting out of their way. Barely into the song, Ariel deftly insinuated her leg between Jennifer’s, her thigh lifting and pushing at Jennifer’s short, tight skirt. As its hem rode higher and higher, Ariel’s leg moved even deeper, starting to grind itself against Jennifer’s panties, sending jolts of electric pleasure through the younger woman’s body.

It was easy enough, given their positions and movements, for Jennifer to do the same back to Ariel, until by the end of the song they were both riding each other’s thighs. Jennifer found she didn’t give a damn what it looked like to anyone else, simply reveling in the heat of their dance, and of each other. She just knew she was soaking wet already, and helplessly wanting even more.

They stood there, both lightly panting from the exertion and their arousal, staring at each for a few moments as the next song began. Finally, Ariel spoke again, her voice at normal volume, yet somehow still totally clear in Jennifer’s ears. It was almost as if the loud music didn’t exist. Either that, or the words were somehow bypassing their need to vibrate the air and going directly into Jennifer’s mind.

“Thank you for the dance, sweetie.”

“No... thank you, Ariel. That was wonderful!”

“I know. I was really enjoying the way you were making love to my thigh.”

Jennifer couldn’t help but blush, especially when she realized she still had her sex pressed tightly to her dance partner’s leg. She started to pull away, but Ariel would have none of that, reaching out to grab Jennifer’s hips and pull her back. Jennifer couldn’t help but moan, either, as her aroused pussy found itself back against Ariel’s firm quads. It felt wonderful... it felt perfect to Jennifer, her desire swirling inside her mind and body like some dark, irresistible animal.

It only got worse... or better... when Ariel began to push forward and back with her hands, forcing Jennifer to hump and slide her soaked thong, and the shuddering flesh beneath it, against her thigh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to do this, Jennifer? It’s your birthday, and with me, you’re allowed to do whatever you want to do, or anything you need to do.

“Do you need your pussy rubbed and used, hun?”

Jennifer just stared at her, unable to reply, biting her lip as her loins answered the question for her; her panties so wet, the friction so sweet. It seemed totally impossible not to get lost in sexual desire when she was anywhere near Ariel.

“Don’t think anymore, Jennifer... just tell me,” Ariel demanded, “Do you need your pussy rubbed and used?”

“Yess, I do,” Jennifer gasped, unable to resist, not wanting to resist, perhaps ever again.

Ariel’s smile widened for a moment, but then her face turned more serious.

“Do you trust me, Jennifer?”

“Yes... I trust you.”

“Do you trust me enough to do anything I ask, knowing that my goal is to give you more pleasure than you can stand?”

Jennifer shivered at that, her hips working on their own now. She humped herself faster, and even tighter, her “Yess!” this time more a gasp than a word.

“Good... then turn around,” Ariel told her, pushing her away and allowing Jennifer to obey.

And Jennifer did, turning away from her luscious lover, now facing a row of smiling, aroused-looking, and very interested women sitting and standing at the bar.

She was already missing the wildly erotic feel of Ariel’s thigh grinding over her soaked thong, but more than anything else she wanted to obey, to show just how much she trusted her partner.

“Baby! Come here, I need you,” Ariel called out toward the group.

Jennifer watched as a beautiful young woman, dressed in shimmering red silk, stood up, and then stepped down onto the dance floor to join them. Slightly Asian in appearance, with long brunette hair and a soft, svelte figure, Jennifer couldn’t help but be instantly attracted to her. Her attraction only grew as “Baby” moved ever closer, only stopping her sexy advance when she was less than two feet away.

“How can I help you, Ariel?” she said, her eyes traveling up and down Jennifer’s body.

“I’d like you to pull Jennifer’s tube top off her big breasts and lift it over her head so I can grab it.”

“My pleasure, Ariel,” Baby purred, not waiting a second to raise her hands to a gasping Jennifer’s chest.

“I don’t... Y... You can’t... not here in front of everyone.” She reached up to grab at Baby’s wrists.

“Shhh... shhh... relax, Jen,” Ariel whispered in her ear. “You said you trusted me,” she continued, reaching around Jennifer’s sides to grab her arms and pull them back, “and now it’s time to prove it. I promise you won’t be disappointed. Besides, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You want this. I want this. Hell, everyone in the bar wants this. Every one of them is either jealous of you, or me, right now, and nothing that happens from here on out can embarrass you.

“Now, let my partner in lust remove your top, while you simply stand there and enjoy. Okay?”

“Yes, Ariel,” Jennifer said, again knowing she did want this, her sexual animal rattling at its cage inside her now. Besides, it would kill her to disappoint Ariel in any way.

“Go ahead, Baby, as Jennifer has promised to be a good girl.”

Jennifer couldn’t stifle another moan at Ariel’s words and the touch of Baby’s hands as they grabbed the bottom of her tube top, and lifted. The smiling brunette seemed to take great pleasure in doing it slowly, in sliding the stretchy fabric over her nipples and breast flesh as she raised it, just as Ariel had done back at the beach. She was lifting Jennifer’s breasts, too, until finally, without enough support for their weight, they pulled free from her top to drop heavily back onto her chest.

The feel of that was another moaner for her, along with her tits being completely exposed to everyone now.

Baby continued to raise the top, Jennifer tucking her chin down so it could slide completely over her head to where Ariel could grab it. After that, Ariel slid it down her arms, all the way to Jennifer’s wrists, pulling them behind her in the process.

“Now let me show you a neat trick, Jen, as I want your arms out of the way for the next bit. First, I reach between your forearms to grab the inside of your top. Then I pull it back through them as I push on your wrists. Can you feel how the sides of the top tighten and pull your wrists together?”

Jennifer simply nodded, unable to speak, the erotic kinkiness of this so strong to her.

“Now I just loop it around itself a few times, between your hands, then your forearms, and voila... a soft, cloth pair of handcuffs to take care of those troublesome arms. Unfortunately, I have this loose end of your tube top in my hand, with nothing to hold it in place so it doesn’t unravel. Ohh, whatever shall I use to hold it?”

Jennifer didn’t have a clue, her mind too fogged with arousal to think. All she knew was that her wrists were trapped behind her, she was half-naked in a room full of attractive women, and she was dripping wet.

“Umm... might I suggest her panties,” Baby said with a coy smile.

“Oh, that’s perfect! Please remove Jen’s panties and hand them to me. In fact, pull off her hot leather skirt first, just to make it easier.”

This is just insane! Jennifer thought, even as her arousal ratcheted up another notch. She said nothing, though, as she watched Baby kneel, then loosen and remove her skirt. Then, she grasped Jennifer’s soaked thongs and began to work them lower.

“She’s so wet, Ariel,” the smiling Asian said as she slid Jennifer’s panties off her hips, ass, and pussy, and down to the floor. For the second time in 24 hours, Jennifer watched a wickedly attractive women sniff her wet sex. “I think she needs to cum pretty bad.”

“Of course she does,” Ariel replied, taking the thin ball of wet cloth from Baby’s hand. “And I’ll let her in a few minutes, if she continues to behave, continues to be my very good girl.”

Dear God... please don’t strike me dead for at least ten minutes, Jennifer thought, as she felt Ariel do something with her panties and the free end of the tube top. The next thing she knew, her thongs were tied around her wrists, too.

“See... I couldn’t bind your wrists with just your panties, sweetness, as they’d never hold. But they’ll keep your tube top from unraveling around them, and you can’t get free of that, can you?”

Jennifer struggled for a bit, her naked, aroused breasts swaying for everyone to see. For some reason, she found having her arms and hands bound and useless incredibly exciting. Unable to get loose, she finally admitted, “No, I can’t get free.”

“And you don’t want to get free. You never want to be free from me, do you, Jen?”

That question hit Jennifer hard... a multiple blow to her head, heart, and libido. It stunned her at how readily all three answered, “No, we don’t!”

Standing there helpless, she considered their consensus response, the image of Ariel tying her up even more stringently, throwing her over her shoulder, and walking out of the club with her almost making Jennifer cum.

“Noo!” she hissed. “Never free from you!”

“Perfect answer,” Ariel purred in her ear, her voice thick with arousal. “For that you deserve your reward.

“Give Jennifer another ride, my darling.”

“With pleasure,” Baby said, moving forward to jam her own thigh tight to Jennifer’s dripping, naked sex. “Maybe she’d enjoy a quick massage, too?”

Without waiting for an answer from the women pressed into Jennifer’s bound arms, Baby began a deep, rhythmic stimulation of Jennifer’s breasts and nipples, too.

“Oh... my... godd,” Jennifer yelled, realizing a major orgasm, in front of all these attractive women, was racing her way.

Ariel moved and shuffled behind her, and then her own creamy slit was sliding over Jennifer’s trapped hands and fingers. Desperately, Jennifer began to rub and fondle those soft, slick folds of flesh. She did it hoping to please Ariel, but also because it just felt so wonderful to do.

“Mmmm... that’s it. That’s what I want, sweetness.”

“Yes, Ariel,” Jennifer moaned, sliding a finger into her lover’s smooth, warm hole.

“Ohhh... that feels soo good, dear. Now I know you need to cum, Jen, but once more I’m going to ask you to hold. So, when my finger touches your clit, then you can cum, but not before. Do you understand?”

Jennifer did, gasping out a “Yess.” It now seemed as if her whole life consisted of waiting to orgasm.

Being forced to wait, however... being controlled like this, made her want to scream in pleasure.

The three of them stood there, pressing into each other, writhing and undulating against each other in the most erotic of dances. They took turns moaning and hissing in sexual excitement, with Jennifer stunned to find herself even more wildly wet and excited than she’d been for Ariel at the beach or the party.

“You’re so aroused, Jen, aren’t you? The desire to cum must be tearing at your insides as you finger my pussy, as you hump Baby’s leg, and as she simply uses your sensitive breasts. The pressure inside you must be unbearable... the need to give in to your desire so relentless, so strong.”

Her head back on Ariel’s shoulder, Jennifer did scream then, her shriek of sexual defiance to the ceiling fans the only way she could keep herself from cumming. Even at that, she doubted she could have held out five more seconds if Baby hadn’t slowed her manipulations of Jennifer’s tits and quivering pussy.

Then Ariel was moving again, taking one hand from Jennifer’s shoulders to work it inside the writhing woman’s fingers, separating them from Ariel’s pussy.

“Noo,” Jennifer gasped, needing to pleasure her wondrous tormentor, needing to give a little something back to the woman who knew how to make her feel so ridiculously good.

“Shhh, Jen. I know what I’m doing. Let me masturbate myself for awhile,” Ariel told her, moving her other hand off Jennifer’s shoulder and sliding it around to her stomach.

“Can you feel my fingers on your belly? Can you feel them moving lower and lower toward your clit? Lord... it must be throbbing with need now. It’s so swollen and ready it must be begging for my touch.”

Jennifer’s response was just a strangled moan, as Baby’s thigh had already been stroking over her clitoris, making it swell, making it burn.

“Closer and closer now, Jen,” Ariel whispered, her hand sliding lower, brushing over Jennifer’s wet curls. “Feel the need to cum filling you, melting you, completely taking over your mind and body. You can’t resist it... you can’t resist me.”

“Please! Oh god, please!” Jennifer whimpered. “I can’t stand it anymore!”

Ariel finally responded to her desperate plea, sliding her fingers past Baby’s leg to flicker them all over Jennifer’s clit. At exactly the same moment, her other hand, wet with her own juices, moved around Jennifer’s head to tightly cover her panting mouth.

Jennifer could barely breathe, the scent of Ariel’s wet pussy filling her nose, overwhelming her remaining senses. She couldn’t move, scream, or think anymore, sandwiched between the warm, seductive flesh of two beautiful women, feeling completely helpless, and totally lost.

So, her mind melting away, she just came.

Lurching and bucking between them as if she were having a seizure, Jennifer came. Nothing else mattered... there was nothing in the world except the explosion between her thighs. She couldn’t see or hear or anything else... she could only cum.

So Jennifer did, over and over, letting Ariel hold her up, letting her pussy clench and ooze all over Baby’s thigh, her hips snapping from her long-denied release.

When she finally came back to herself a bit, she could hear other moans, opening her eyes to see women at the bar clutching at themselves, or each other… two of them even openly masturbating.

She couldn’t help but wonder at the perverse pleasure she took from being the cause of those things.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Ariel asked, as soon as Jennifer could stand on her own again. Baby had simply kissed her hard on the lips, then stepped away, leering at her, so obviously hot for her.

“Good lord, yes!” Jennifer told her, spinning around to face Ariel, now wishing her wrists weren’t bound behind her, still. She wanted to hug her lover, to pull her close, perhaps never to let her go.

“I’m very aroused for you, Jennifer.”

“I’m so glad you are,” Jennifer said, staring down to where her masked lover’s dress was still hiked up, and to where her trimmed, wet sex was on such prominent display.

“So… well… do you think you might want to help me with that, dear?” Ariel asked, her smile so coy, yet completely endearing.

It suddenly dawned on her what Ariel wanted. Jennifer groaned, hating herself for not having instantly offered on her own.

“Please let my lick you!” she cried, already settling to her knees, thankful that Baby was helping her down. As it was, her bound arms and recent orgasm made her balance shaky, at best.

However, her desire, and need, to press her face and mouth to Ariel’s pussy were there in full force, even if she’d never done such a thing with another woman. She’s so wonderful... I need to show her that... I need to pleasure her so badly, Jennifer thought, not hesitating at all, simply moving her head tight between Ariel’s warm thighs.

“Eat me, dearest....” Ariel moaned at her, moving to drop her dress down in back of Jennifer’s head.

“Yess,” Jennifer moaned back, reveling in the way Ariel worked her hips and ground her wet pussy on her face and tongue.

She licked and lapped, lavishing her attention, lust, and... and... her love... yes, her love for Ariel, all over the other’s labia and clitoris. She kissed Ariel’s wet flesh, then drove her tongue deep inside, trying to paint her lover’s cervix with her saliva. She could hear Ariel gasping, crying out, “There... right there... yesss!” as she did, the air under Ariel’s dress thick with the scent of her lust and need.

And now, Jennifer, helpless to stop it, felt Baby kneeling behind her, pressing into her bound arms, and reaching around her to finger her cum-covered pussy and swollen breasts. Quivering, she cried out, feeling Baby’s slick sex humping at her fingers, too, beginning to masturbate her new friend as she had Ariel.

It was all so hot, so intimate, so overwhelming sexual that Jennifer thought she might pass out.

She held on, though, until Ariel tensed up and moaned her name, and until her golden goddess started to lurch and cum on Jennifer’s tongue.

Jennifer was ecstatic—the moment so transcendental, so right. She’d helped Ariel cum, and she’d felt Baby starting to clench and cum on her fingers, too, perhaps driven by Ariel’s orgasm. She, herself, was very close to cumming again as she sucked and licked at Ariel’s creamy juices, as the smell and taste of her lover’s cunt became too erotic for her to ignore or withstand.

I’m going to cum again, she thought, barely a second before she felt herself tumbling backward and onto the carpet of her apartment floor.