The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Boots on the Brain”

by Floyd

“What’s happening to me?”

Megan rubbed her hands along the red shiny leather of the boots that had now inched their way up her thighs. The boots were so far wrapped around her waist, it looked as if she was wearing pants that ended in a pair of heels at the bottom. She tried rubbing her pussy, but the tight leather denied her penetration. She wanted to cum so bad, it felt like a fire between her legs. But the more she tried fanning the fire, the more it grew. Sweat coated her naked body.

Megan thrust herself onto the corner of the bed and tried humping it as hard as she could. She knew that she shouldn’t have an orgasm, or she’d get in even more trouble. But she was so horny she felt she’d die if she didn’t do something about it. Megan writhed on the bed’s corner, submitting to the will of the boots. She tried hard not to think about the passion the boots had implanted in her mind, but it seemed a losing battle. The best Megan could do to distract herself was think of how she had gotten into this mess.

* * *

Megan could not help but admire the red boots in Miss Rothchild’s closet. They were so shiny that Megan could see her reflection on the shafts that rose to knee high length. She made sure no one was looking, and gave in to temptation. She grabbed the boots out of the closet and sat down on the bed behind her. She ran her hand along the smooth leather and grabbed the two-inch heels. Such fine boots. Megan felt excited just touching them. She had to know what it would look like on her.

Megan removed her old sneakers she used for cleaning, and slipped on each boot. She felt aroused as her foot slid inside and rested perfectly against the heel. She zipped the two boots shut, and shivered as a cold thrill ran up her spine. Suddenly, there was a clicking sound, that sounded much like a lock, and Megan’s heart beat furiously. She remained perfectly still, waiting for any other sign that someone had come home. But after several moments, she didn’t hear anything. She stood, each boot making a clapping sound on the hard wood floor, and looked at herself in the nearby standing mirror.

The boots looked beautiful wrapped around her calves, and ending inches below her knees. They were just the right distance from the hem of her blue jean skirt. She untied her ponytail, and let her long brown hair down on top of her white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The boots were so beautiful in fact, that Megan found herself rubbing her nipples. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it, until she noticed it in the mirror.

“This is stupid,” she said. “I have to put these back and finish up cleaning the house before Miss Rothchild gets back.”

Megan sat down to remove the boots. However, she became quite nervous when she found out that the zipper wouldn’t move. She pulled as hard as she could on the tiny zippers, but they were jammed. The boots fit so snug on her feet that she couldn’t even yank them off. She was stuck. Her heart beat even faster.

“What the hell?” she thought.

“Hello! I’m home,” Miss Rothchild said as she entered the house.

Megan darted up and looked for the closest exit out of the house, but she was on the second floor. She tip-toed across the room towards the door. Each step she made was ampliphied on the wood floor. She winced at each hollow clack the boots made, and rubbed her crotch. She left the room and hid in the nearby bathroom. No sooner had she closed the door behind her, that Miss Rothchild came up the stairs.

“Hello?”

Megan cracked the door open and peered through the small opening. Miss Rothchild had come home from her picnic early. She was dressed in a vibrant green skirt and top, and yellow sandles. She always dressed in green. That’s why around the cleaning office Megan and the other girls called her the “Green Queen.” Megan was rubbing herself even more. Her thighs were getting raw after having her jean skirt rub against them so hard.

Miss Rothchild went into her room and closed the door. Megan could hear her undress, something that made her rub even harder, and get into the shower. Megan took this chance to run down the stairs, bolt into her car, and drive as fast as she could until Miss Rothchild’s mansion was a tiny dot in her rearview mirror.

* * *

Caitlin knocked on the door after what seemed like moments after Megan hung up the phone. Megan quickly opened the door and pulled Caitlin inside before slamming the door shut again. Caitlin eyed Megan’s legs.

“Nice boots.”

“No, they’re not. They’re stuck.”

“Why didn’t you buy a pair that fit?”

Megan blushed. She wasn’t quite sure how to tell Caitlin that she had broken one of the cardinal rules of house cleaning. After she told her, she wasn’t surprised at Caitlin’s reaction at all.

“How could you do that?” Caitlin said. “Miss Rothchild practically has her whole wardrobe alphabetized. To make things worse, I think she deals in Black Magic.”

“Stop saying that, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”

Megan’s heart was now beating faster. She sat down on the arm of her sofa and tried digging the toe of one of the boots into the heel of the other to pry it off.

“Remember when Alexis didn’t show up for work, and everyone just said that she moved on?” asked Caitlin.

“Yeah.”

“I never told you this, but the last time I saw her, she was assigned to clean Miss Rothchild’s mansion. There’s more to that woman than she lets on.”

Megan felt hot. She wanted the boots off now more than ever, but at the same time the fact that she couldn’t get them off excited her.

“Just help me get these off, and I’ll give them right back to her. Then I promise I’ll never touch a client’s wardrobe.”

Caitlin bent down and grabbed at one of the boots. She pulled as hard as she could as Megan pushed away. They quickly became exhausted, but Caitlin didn’t give up. She kept pulling and yanking, trying a different approach each time. Megan kept grabbing the arm rest to stop from sliding off. Caitlin even tried pulling at the zippers, but that proved just as futile. Caitlin finally stood and put her arms on her hips.

“This could be a problem. But don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.”

Megan looked at her friend, who cared for her. She wanted to show her how much she cared in return.

“You’re such a good friend,” Megan said.

Caitlin moved in and hugged her. However, Megan’s passion overwhelmed her common sense, and she moved her hand onto Caitlin’s breast.

“Fuck me,” Megan whispered into Caitlin’s ear.

“What?”

Caitlin, appalled, backed away. Megan drew her hand back, and as if coming out of a spell, realized what she had done. Both girls’ faces were as red as the boots. The air was silent, and Caitlin gestured that maybe she should leave. Embarrassed, Megan nodded. She got up to hug her friend goodbye, but they both stopped, fearing another incident. Caitlin waved goodbye and left.

Megan sat down on her sofa, and tried to watch TV, but she was too distracted. She couldn’t help but remember how exhilirated she felt when she touched Caitlin’s breast. With the memory firm in her head, her hand strayed down to her dress.

* * *

Megan woke on the sofa. She was naked, except for her boots. She tried to remember what happened last night, but all she could think of was how she had rolled orgasm after orgasm thinking about her friend. Megan hadn’t realized it, but she was rubbing her boots as she recalled last night. It was then that she found that both of the zippers were missing. She frantically looked over each boot, and couldn’t even find a trace of where the zippers had once been. She tried pulling the boots off again, but they were on even tighter now. All of this excitement made Megan very horny. She began fingering herself again at the thought of how she was trapped. She came, and it was great. It was almost as great as last night.

After Megan finished, she went into her shower. She turned the water on, and realized that she was still dressed in boots. But the water merely beaded off the leather and continued on to the drain. Megan knew she couldn’t really do anything about it, so she showered anyway. As she washed her legs, which she know realized were quite shapely and sexy, she noticed that the boots were a little higher than before. There wasn’t as much room between the top of the shaft and her knees as there used to be.

“What is it with these boots?”

This question kept ringing around the back of her head, even after she was dressed and ready for work. This time, Megan wore long pants to hide the boots. She would have to be extra careful, because she was assigned to clean the Rothchild Mansion today. She really didn’t want to go, but it was already too late to reschedule, and it would mean her job if she didn’t show. She decided that she would leave extra early so that way there’d be no chance that she’d bump into Miss Rothchild before she got back from her errands.

* * *

Megan dropped her bucket full of cleaning supplies as she entered the front door. Miss Rothchild looked at her funny as she set her morning paper down on the table. Megan could feel her penetrating gaze as she clumsily threw everything back into the bucket.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Megan nodded and darted up the stairs. Her heels clunked on the wooden floor boards as she looked for a room, any room, to start at. Anywhere that was out of Miss Rothchild’s way would be best. Megan set her bucket down and tried grabbing at a duster with her shaky hand. She was becoming so hot. She feared running into Miss Rothchild again. She feared she would see that Megan was dressed in her own boots. She feared that Miss Rothchild would catch her as she had forgotten about dusting all together and was now grabbing at her crotch.

“Just what cleaning are you doing?”

Megan’s heart froze. She tried to breathe, but her body wouldn’t have it. She could see the shadow falling on top of her. Miss Rothchild was behind her, standing in the doorway. She turned around and stood, as if reporting for duty. Miss Rothchild grinned and looked Megan over. Megan tried to run, but her knees were locked. She could only hope that Miss Rothchild would let her out alive.

Miss Rothchild circled around her, eyeing her up and down. Finally, she stopped and leaned towards Megan’s ear.

“I should expect better of my help,” she whispered.

With that, she left the room. Megan stood still, even more confused than before. She had a sinking feeling that Miss Rothchild knew about the boots. How could she not see them? But then why did she not say anything about it? She also wondered why her pussy was stirring with excitement.

Megan finished cleaning the house, though her pace was much slower. In fact, what normally took her three hours to clean was now six. Luckily though, she hadn’t bumped into Miss Rothchild anymore afer the incident. She gathered up her supplies and made for the front door, only to find Miss Rothchild standing in front of it. She was dressed in a long dark green robe. Her blonde hair, which she normally wore up, now draped over her shoulders.

“I heard that at your cleaning company, I’m called the ‘Green Queen.’”

Megan’s face grew hot. She tried to say something in return, but couldn’t find anything to say.

“It’s okay, I kind of like it.”

Megan stood still as Miss Rothchild advanced towards her. The door was right behind her, and all Megan would have to do is run, but her boots were stuck to the floor. Her knees seized up and refused to move. Megan pulled at them with her hands, hoping to break them free. However, as she watched Miss Rothchild come even closer, Megan’s hands strayed up from her knees.

“Give yourself to me, girl.”

Megan fell to the floor and began humping it. She stripped off her clothes and fingered herself. There, in the middle of her client’s house nude, Megan was fucking herself. Miss Rothchild smiled and watched. In fact, knowing that she was watching made Megan even hornier. She finally came. Miss Rothchild helped her off the floor.

“The boots have grown nicely on you.”

“What do you mean?” Megan wasn’t sure if Miss Rothchild was angry at her or not for wearing her boots.

“See for yourself, you silly bitch.”

Megan noticed that the boots had now grown to over the knees. Forgetting that she had already spent much effort trying to remove them, she tugged at them again. Miss Rothchild could only laugh. She took Megan’s hand and took her upstairs. Megan was confused about what was happening. The more she tried to think about how absurd this all was, the more her mind felt hazy, and just relaxed. Part of her knew to get out, but the majority of it told her to stay.

Miss Rothchild threw Megan onto her bed. She nearly sank in the soft down comforter. It felt cold against her flesh and gave her goosebumps. She watched as Miss Rothchild reached into the same closet that Megan found the boots. She pulled a secret switch and the back of the closet opened. Megan couldn’t see what Miss Rothchild was reaching for. However, it didn’t take long to see what was happening. Miss Rothchild pulled a pair of green thigh high boots from the secret compartment, and closed the closet.

She sat on the bed next to Megan and slipped on each boot. They were as shiny as Megan’s boots, but were colored a bright emerald green.

“They look nice, don’t they?” asked Miss Rothchild.

Megan nodded.

“I crafted them myself. They’re very special.”

Miss Rothchild set one of her feet on the bed. Her boot rubbed against Megan’s thigh. Megan grabbed Miss Rothchild’s leg and licked the boot. Megan tried acting against doing this, but she was driven by passion, with her self-control riding shotgun. She released all inhibitions and wildly embraced and groped Miss Rothchild. She responded in the same manner, touching and pleasing Megan.

“You realize you’re stuck in a trap, don’t you?” asked Miss Rothchild.

She had barely finished moving her mouth, when Megan resumed kissing her. Megan became even more aroused, feeling the helplessness of her situation. Miss Rothchild inserted her fist into Megan’s pussy. It hurt so much that Megan found it pleasurable. Tiny explosions ripped through her body. They wouldn’t let up until Miss Rothchild pulled out and placed her wet hand on one of Megan’s boots.

“See how it grows even closer to claiming you?”

“What?” asked Megan as she sat up and pulled her boot to get a better look at it.

The once over-the-knee boots were now thigh high. Megan was going crazy. She rubbed her boots and felt the passion imbued in them. Miss Rothchild groped Megan’s breasts and went down on her. Megan moaned as Miss Rothchild’s tongue lapped her moist maidenhood.

* * *

Megan had become so distracted in her memories, that when she snapped out of her recollection, she found that the boots now covered nearly all of her body. She was covered in red leather all the way up to her chin. Her hands were held tight against her sides, covered in the boot. Megan tried to wriggle her body, but the leather proved too tight for any movement. Miss Rothchild leaped on top of her and kissed her. As Megan watched her kiss, she saw thin wrinkles disappear from her face, which seemed to look younger. Megan’s body was so excited, that she had no say in her arousal or not. The boots inched across her cheeks and forehead.

“Why have you done this to me?”

“Because I am the Green Queen,” said Miss Rothchild. “Soon, you will join a collective of girls who once misbehaved as you have. Your ecstasy will play part to continuing my livelihood.”

Megan tried to protest, but the largest orgasm she had ever felt exploded. She gasped as the boots covered her face. All Megan could see was red as she continued to orgasm for eternity.

* * *

Caitlin couldn’t help but admire the red boots in Miss Rothchcild’s closet.