Her Inner Voice
Copyright© 2026 by RedJohnDoe
Chapter 7
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Anne, a young devoted wife with a perfect modest body, begins hearing a soft, soothing voice inside her head that sounds exactly like her own conscience. Unbeknownst to her, it is her husband Nathan’s vengeful enemy using advanced mind-control technology to turn her into a depraved slut.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Wimp Husband Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Public Sex Revenge
When she opened her eyes again, Nathan was already gone for work. The pleasure from last night was still in her mind. Her whole body felt used and tired, like she had been fucked for hours and then dropped back into the bed. She dragged herself out of it, went to the kitchen, and grabbed two snack bars.
As she ate, her thoughts went back to the usual ritual of pleasing herself.
She knew what she wanted to do. She also knew she shouldn’t.
Calling Alex would be easy. One call and she could have the relief she was craving. But it wasn’t worth putting her marriage at risk. Not for something that would be over in a few minutes.
She shook her head.
No. I have to be strong for Nathan. He loves me. He cares about me.
For a moment that thought held her.
Then another one slipped in.
But is that enough?
Anne frowned.
If that loser of a husband could actually satisfy me, none of this would be happening.
She pushed the thought away fast.
No. Nathan is good to me. I can’t think like that.
The voice in her head wasn’t finished.
Good to you? Caring about you doesn’t mean much if he’s always there acting like a wimp. A man should be strong. Confident. Dominant.
Like the man in my dreams.
She swallowed hard and tried to push the picture of her cock out of her mind. It didn’t go away. The cock that had filled her until her belly felt tight. The one she came on while Nathan sat right next to her on the sofa and never even looked up, was the only thing she could think about.
She put the new snack bar in her mouth.
But what she felt was not chocolate.
Warmth, Saltyness, The weight of a real thick cock sitting on her tongue, the same way it felt in the dream. With arousal, she pushed the bar at the back of her throat and her lips stretched around it. She closed her eyes. only thing she could feel was that cock not some snack.
She got on her knees.
She started moving on it, slower at first, then faster. Her other hand was already between her legs. Two fingers sliding into her wet pussy, in and out, matching the pace of her mouth. Both holes were making wet and filthy sounds. She kept going making slurpy noises she would have been ashamed of yesterday. Drool ran down the hand because she didn’t want to slow down.
Every time she sucked harder butthole clenched shifting the plug in her ass. Her nipples were so tight they hurt against the thin nightshirt. She made muffled moaned around the bar which made her throat squeeze, and it really did feel like a cock twitching on her tongue.
The bar began to melt. She sucked harder anyway. Saliva mixed with melted chocolate spilled from the corners of her lips, down her chin. She chased the last inch like it was going to cum but It kept melting. She was desperate for her relief. She entered a third finger to her pussy desperately.
When there was nothing left she pulled her hand from her mouth with frustration and swallowed what was left. She could have sworn it felt like a load of cum running down her throat. Warm. Thick, The same feeling she had when swallowed his cum in the dream.
When she had given up all hope of coming, she came around her fingers like a desperate slut, gagging as the chocolate ran down her throat.
It hit her in long waves. Her pussy clenched so hard her fingers got trapped inside and the plug went up and down with every spasm. She moaned while her knees pressed together and juices ran down her wrist, down onto the kitchen floor. Her hips kept making small circles even after it started to fade, like her body didn’t believe it was over.
That was the start of the day.
She had at least twelve hours until Nathan came home. She thought coming in the morning would ease it, so she could spend the day without being horny.
She was dead wrong.
The urges came back stronger after half an hour. She was folding laundry when her pussy started to spasm around nothing. The itch around the plug woke up too, a crawling heat in her ass that made her shift from foot to foot. Itch didn’t care about the plug anymore. She couldn’t understand why. She tried fucking her ass with buttplug but itch didn’t fade at all.
Do you remember how good you felt after those spanks? How much you enjoyed those? You need something like that again Anny.
I can’t do this anymore. I’ll go crazy if I can’t cum. Also Alex has seen everything now. I risked it one time. What’s another. If I’m careful, Nathan can’t know. So I can be a good wife to him while Alex keeping me satisfied.
It’s actually Nathan’s fault to have such a little dick.
Anne felt like she isn’t thinking rationally. But she was desperate for Alex, so she didn’t mind as long as the result will be good for her.
She called Alex.
He picked up on the fourth ring.
“Anny.” He sounded like he was smiling. “Didn’t I tell you not to text first.”
“I called. That’s different.”
Anne’s hand slid into clit again. She felt the arousal surges but orgasm wasn’t there. She knew something is wrong.
“I’m working. Make it fast.”
“I need ... I need to talk.”
“Oh I see What’s happening here. You need to cum. Admit it.”
Tell him Anny.
“I need to cum Alex”
“You already told me no, remember?”
“Please. Just hold on minute.”
“Okay then, let’s see how are you going to come”
Anne did ever trick she knew on her clit to get an orgasm. But Her body didn’t respond by an orgasm. Only thing that happened was Anne became more aroused.
“Why can’t I come Alex? Plss” Anne was about to cry.
“That’s why I said you can’t say no to me Anny.”
“Why is this happening”
“Probably the excitement you were getting from our secret calls is now gone.” Alex lied intentionally. Everything happening was Mark’s plan.
“Pls Alex ... What will happen to me then?”
“Probably gonna be a needy slut forever, with that insatiable lust.”
“No No pls. I’ll do anything” Anne knew there’s no going back now.
“Good girl. There is a solution”
“Tell me pls” Anne was begging at the moment. She couldn’t resist the urge to cum. to Anne, It felt like getting edged in a infinite loop.
“If you want to cum, Come to the supermarket before noon. I’m getting a early leave today.”
“Or stay home and sit on your wimp’s lil dick until he finishes in two minutes. Your choice.”
Hell no. I tried that.
“No No, I can come quickly” Anne was so excited about the good news.
“I thought so. wait, Don’t wear bra and panties, Ok”
“You know I won’t honey” Anne’s mouth slipped.
Did I just call him honey? What am I becoming.
“wtf, you are for the streets Anny” Alex laughed.
“Come straightly to Back of the store and then ring me” He hung up.
Anne ran to the car.
Don’t wet the seat Anny.
She was standing behind the supermarket eleven minutes later, between a dumpster and a stack of crushed cardboard. There was a wall behind isolating her from surrounding. Her thighs were already sticking together with slick juices.
Somewhere a door opened and Alex came out.
Alex looked at her chest first, then lower, and finally at her face. The wicked smile he gave her made Anne’s knees go weak.
He pushed her against the wall before she could say anything and his hand went up her skirt like he was checking his own property.
“Don’t be afraid Anny, Cameras are facing that way. also if there were, security guard won’t mind some free porn”
“Holy shit” Alex’s two fingers slid in with no resistance, a desperate moan escaped from Anne’s mouth. “Did You drive across town like this, Sitting in your own mess?”
“Alex...”
“Does Nathan know where his wife is?” while two fingers are inside her, His thumb settled on her clit, rubbing it in circles “Bent over behind a supermarket with a cashier’s hand in her cunt?”
“Don’t...” Her voice cracked. “Don’t talk about him.”
“Why? He’s the reason you’re here.” He curled his fingers and She couldn’t help but moan again. “Say it. Say why you’re here.”
“I can’t...”
“You can.” He pulled his fingers out completely.
The emptiness was instant and overwhelming. Anne whimpered helplessly and her hips pushed forward looking for his hand.
“Then Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“Please what.”
“Please,” she whispered, “put them back.”
“Put what back. Say it.”
Her face was burning. “Your fingers. In my...” She couldn’t.
“In your what, Anny.”
“In my Pussy. Please.”
“Whose pussy? Who is the real owner?”
He waited for answer and finally her mouth moved on its own.
“Yours. plss”
He pushed back in, three fingers this time, and the stretch made her jaw drop open. His other palm cupped her ass and started groping it, arousing her more and he started working on her pussy, fingers pumping, thumb grinding her swollen clit, as the wet sounds and Anne’s moans got louder and filthier.
With orgasm building, Her thighs started shaking. She had to Alex’s waist to avoid falling down.
He stopped instantly.
Pulled out, Stepped back half a step, Folded his arms.
Anne stood there shaking, right on the edge of it, her whole body screaming.
“No, No, please, I was—”
“I know” He wiped his fingers on her top, pinching her left nipple over the blouse, leaving a wet patch over the fabric that made her pink nipple visible. “You can’t cum yet.”
“Alex, please, I can’t...”
“You have to wait.” He said “You know what I thought about all shift? You, on your knees in the park with your jeans down that sunday. Moaning like a whore where anyone could hear from that pretty little married mouth.”
Her cunt clenched around nothing, flashbacks from Sunday came back to her.
“Say what you are.”
“I’m not...”
“Say it.” His hand slid back up her skirt, one finger just barely going inside “Say it and maybe I let you finish.”
Her body was shaking.
“I’m...” Her voice dropped drastically “Yours.”
“Not what I asked.”
“I’m your slut.” It came out loud. “I’m your whore.”
“There she is.” He drove his fingers back in but again when Anne was at the brink of coming, He pulled out.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Not here.” “I told you maybe”
He lifted his hand to her mouth which was shining from juices all over it.
“Clean it.”
She stared at him.
“Do it now or I’ll go”
Shame flooded her so hard her throat tightened. Her tongue came out reluctantly. Alex put three of his fingers inside her mouth. She licked the her own juices from his fingers making slurping noices. Heat crawled up between her thighs from humiliation. She hated how aroused she felt doing it.