The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As an excellent private detective, Nicki Smith could get information from Fortune 500 boardrooms to drug dens in the most despairing slums. Nothing had prepared her for trying to get information during an orgy.

All she wanted to find out was where Casi Reikert was in this spa or bordello or whatever this place was. The main problem was that most people she tried to ask in the great hall were too busy getting laid to answer. Those who weren’t busy getting laid were busy trying to get laid . So when Nicki asked someone who wasn’t getting laid a question, she was answered with words or gropes or both to entice her into sex. Nicki was tempted to respond to these unwanted advances with a fist in the face or knee to the groin but either was certain to attract an even more unwanted kind of attention.

The pleasure servants attending to the participants’ needs, either with physical care or by providing food or drink or sexual aids, were just as unhelpful. When Nicki asked them a question, they stared at her with their blank smiles and asked how they could serve her pleasure. Not one of them knew Casi Reikert or where she was or, at least, they weren’t telling.

Nicki withdrew to an alcove along the great hall to figure out what to do next. So far she felt about as useful as an insurance salesman trying to sell insurance at an insurance salesman convention. Maybe the information she had now was enough. She could prove the “spa” that Casi Reikert went to was a “sexcapade.” Maybe that would be enough to prove to Casi’s husband she was cheating on him. She should get back to where she left Nora in the storeroom and go.

No. That was too easy and that wasn’t Nicki’s way. She was one of the best, which meant she obtained conclusive evidence for her customers. Circumstantial evidence was not enough. She had to get a picture of Casi Reikert here doing something naughty.

While she thought through her options, Nicki’s eyes wandered over the piles of writhing bodies on the floor until she locked eyes with a woman across the room. She was large but not fat. Everything about her heavy generously proportioned body was big, almost powerful. Huge watermelon sized breasts fell out of her bustless leather body suit and matching leather jacket. She looked as though she could break a man in two with her heavy legs clad in fishnet stockings and tall hooker boots. Even with her obvious strength, she was not mannish. There was not a straight line on her figure.

The woman gave Nicki an inquisitive look. She followed this with a shake of her long mien of silky black hair.

“Oh great.” Nicki thought with a frown. “She’s coming on to me.”

The woman took Nicki’s look as an invitation and walked over to her, studying her as she came. When she arrived, she towered over Nicki.

“My name is Raven and you don’t belong here.” She announced.

Nicki saw no reason to lie. “Is it that obvious?” She admitted.

“You looked like like a dom across the room.” Raven continued. “I am a dom myself but I am in a sub mood right now. That is why I came over. I want to get dommed. It is so hard with so many fucking subs around here. Seeing you up close, I can tell you’re not into fucking around at least in the fucking sense.”

Nicki nodded.

“So if you’re not fucking around, what are you up to?”

“I’m looking for Cassandra Reikert. Know her?”

Raven smiled. “Mmmmm. Casi. She’s a serious dom. Like a tigress or so I’m told. I’ve never done her but she has a reputation. She doesn’t grace us with her presence in the great hall anymore. She stays up in her room and gets tailor made pleasure servants sent to her. It’s really expensive to get that done but her husband can afford it. Why are you looking for her?”

Nicki hesitated for a moment, partly because she didn’t understand what Raven was talking about and partly because she didn’t want to give the reason why she was looking for Casi. Raven guessed the answer anyway, “Her husband sent you, didn’t he.”

Again, Nicki saw now reason to lie and nodded. “Can you tell me where she is?”

Raven frowned. “I shouldn’t. I would get in trouble if I did. They have some creative punishments here.” Then she smiled. Nicki could almost see the light bulb go off over Raven’s head. “But then again, maybe getting in trouble is just what I need.”

Pointing to an exit, Raven said, “Halfway down that hallway. Take the elevator to the third floor. Casi is in room 347. If you run into the Custodian—and you will—tell her Raven told you where to find Casi. Tell her I’ve been bad and I should be disciplined.”

“Ok.” Nicki replied, confused about Raven’s request, and took off to find Casi. She could not believe her good luck. She fingered her cell phone, which had a mp3 recorder as well as a camera. Both should be enough to get the goods on Casi.

It took Nicki 10 minutes to reach room 347. She gave the door a light tap and it soon swung open to reveal Cassandra “Casi” Reikert. Nicki’s jaw nearly dropped. As beautiful as Cassandra Reikert was in a picture, a still image could not capture her captivating vivacity. Casi flashed her brilliant smile anchored between her apple cheeks. Dressed in a slinky sheer nighty with a furry pink fringe, Nicki drank in the vision of her body. Casi was long but still shapely. She was lean without being skinny. She would be at home on the cover of a swimsuit edition of a sports magazine. Her body seemed almost luminescent as if it drank in and reflected light. All she needed were wings and she would be the spitting image of an angel.

Nicki felt her stomach sink with a feeling she last had when she had a crush on the captain of the high school foot ball team.

“You’re not what I ordered.” Casi said with a melodious voice worthy of her beauty.

Nicki tried to regain her composure. Thinking on her feet, she replied, “They thought you might want something different.”

Casi beckoned Nicki into the room, moving with measured grace to a bar with a bottles of various types of alcohol and glasses.

“They are not very imaginative.” Casi said, emphasizing the word ‘they.” She poured two glasses of wine. “They can’t envision a woman with breasts smaller than a d-cup.” She handed a glass to Nicki. “They did not create you. They did not send you. Who did?”

Just as with Raven, Nicki so no reason to lie. “Your husband.” She replied, taking the glass but leaving it on a table top. “My name is Nicki Smith. I’m a private investigator. I work for your husband, Damon Reikert”

Nicki expected a reaction from her revelation but if Casi was surprised she didn’t show it. Her smile did not falter. “Oh Damon. You are such a paranoid shit.” She laughed and then asked Nicki with a little more gravity. “Tell me, this looks bad doesn’t it?” She gestured around the room but Nicki knew she meant this whole place.

“It looks pretty bad.” Nicki said gravely.

“What if I told you I was here for my marriage?” Casi asked.

“I would find it hard to believe.” Nicki replied. She discretely turned on her cell phone’s mp3 recorder since Casi seemed ready to make a confession.

“I love my husband, Ms. Smith. He is a good man. Unfortunately, he can’t get ‘it’ up even though he pops viagra like M&Ms. I’m more frisky than the average woman. If I don’t get something hot and heavy a few times a week, I go crazy. I’ve tried everything from therapy to yoga to control my needs but nothing has worked. So I found out about this place. The things they do here and the fantasies they can bring to life, well, it keeps me hot and ready to pop for a month, even if they’re not the most imaginative lot. Hell, after being here, Damon just has to kiss me and I’ll cum. There is no attachment or love or anything like that in this place. It is purely transactional. I pay them some money and they keep me all nice and satisfied. When I am satisfied then Damon is satisfied. It’s win-win.”

Nicki was skeptical. “Why haven’t told your husband about your, ahem, problem?”

Casi laughed. “Pointing out a man’s sexual inadequacy is total ego-crusher. Damon couldn’t face that. Few men could. No, better to keep this a secret. Every good marriage is founded on some lies.”

“I wouldn’t know about that.” Nicki grumbled.

“Oh you wouldn’t?” Now it was Casi’s turn to be skeptical. “Surely there must be a secret desire you keep to yourself. Something you would never tell your husband or boyfriend. Something sinful you need to sample. Something you would indulge in if given the chance especially if it never hurt anybody and nobody ever found out? Especially if it helped your relationship?”

Nicki almost gulped. Maybe Casi was right. If she got a little good domming now and then maybe she could have a stable relationship. She quickly threw out the thought. “We’re not talking about me.”

“There is something isn’t there!?” Casi said with a sly smile.

“I am here on a job and I got everything I need. Except a picture.” Nicki shot back, lifting her cellphone for that purpose..

“Then lets make it a good one.” Casi replied and let her nighty slide from her body, revealing her naked chest. She had perfect breasts, full with wide pink nipples.

Nicki gulped. She couldn’t help but stare. Every moment this woman got hotter and more beautiful. She wanted her, badly. “I’m a professional!” Nicki told herself. “Act like one.”

Nicki took the picture. “I’ve have an appointment with your husband.” She told Casi, hoping she would betray some anxiousness. She was disappointed.

“Go ahead.” Casi said, her smile not faltering in the least.

Nicki stormed off for the elevator. How could she have let Casi get to her so much. It was embarrassing. Fuming she nearly knocked into a pleasure servant on her way.

“Savor the pleasure.” The buxom woman called to her. Nicki gave her a finger. “Savor this!” She grumbled. Nicki slapped a button to call the elevator when she realized something about the pleasure servant she had just passed. She ran back and caught up to the woman. Nicki took her by the shoulder and spun her around. “Nora!” She gasped.

The body of Nicki’s friend and co-worker had been remade into extreme porn-star curvaceousness, but enough of the original Nora remained in her face and voice for Nicki to recognize her.

“Oh hi, Nicki.” Nora said matter-of-factly as if they had casually met on the street.

“Oh my god, Nora!” Nicki exclaimed, still shocked at her friend’s appearance, her huge tits, her narrow waist, her long legs.. “What happened to you!?”

Nora rolled her eyes as if the answer were too obvious. “I’m a pleasure servant now. Look, Nicki, I would love to chat but I am in a serious four-way. I was commanded get some supplies.” Nora held up a bottle of vodka and a canister of whipped cream. “I have to return ASAP.”

“But Nora!” Nicki implored. Nora shrugged Nicki’s hand off her shoulder.

“Come on, Nicki, I’m working.” Nora said with annoyance. “I’d get out of here if you don’t want to be a pleasure servant too. The Custodian will get you like she did me. Speak of devil, there she is.”

Nora swaggered off leaving Nicki to face off down the hall with the latex clad Custodian.

“What did you do to her, you fucking bitch!?” Nicki hissed.

“Such language. Time you learned some manners!” The Custodian replied angrily.

Nicki flung heself at the Custodian only to be thrown back against the wall by an ink bolt shot from the Custodian’s hand. Nicki struggled viciously but fruitlessly for a few moments like a fly in a spider’s web as the blackness spread across her body, leaving only her face uncovered. Her dress, bra and underwear, all her clothes, were disintegrated as the ink flowed across her. When covered to the Custodian’s satisfaction, the ink hardened against her body so tightly it captured every contour, every line of her skin, from the narrow of her back to the crevice of her cunt.

“First, the formalities.” The Custodian said angrily. “Interrogation! Who told you where to find Casi!?”

Nicki found herself answering without hesitation.

“Raven told me where to go. She said she was naughty and she should be punished.”

The Custodian sauntered closer to Nicki’s trapped body. “Oh, I’ll punish her alright after I take care of your. Just your luck, I am feeling creative” The Custodian laughed. “Induction!”

Nicki gasped as her ink covered flesh began to stir like a swirling sea. Her breasts began to balloon to an incredible size. Nicki’s eyes bulged out in terror. “Not a bimbo! Please not a bimbo!” She moaned as she realized the Custodian’s intent.

The Custodian laughed in reply. “Not just a bimbo, a bimbo queen! A total wanton slut!”

Nicki felt her waist shrink to a waspish shape as her pleas went unanswered.

“I claim her!” Another voice called out, interrupting the Custodian’s play. It was Casi Reikert.

“Stop induction.” The Custodian commanded. Nicki’s body flowed back into its original form. Nicki breathed a sigh of relief but she couldn’t believe that Casi had interrupted her transformation out of the kindness of her own heart.

“This is going to cost you. Tailor made servants cost extra.” The Custodian told Casi.

“You know I am good for it. Nicki here says she doesn’t have any secret desires. I don’t believe her. Can you compel her to share her deepest, darkest, naughtiest hunger?” Casi asked.

“Not a problem.” The Custodian replied. “Interrogation!”

Nicki felt words welling up within her. She struggled to control them. She ground her teeth to seal her mouth but there was no way to stop them from coming forth.

“I am so tired of vanilla relationships!” Nicki found herself saying, almost as if confiding to a friend. “I want to do something totally off the wall. I want to give myself to someone else and have them make all the decisions. I want to surrender myself without boundaries. I want them to use me totally.”

“Such a naughty girl. And I thought she had a total stick up her ass.” The Custodian chuckled while Casi nodded with apparent understanding.

Nicki was embarrassed, she felt herself laid bare for Casi and the Custodian to see a dark parts of her soul. She was blushing, something she had not done for many years.

“I want you Casi.” She continued as her lust for Casi was given a voice. “I want you so much. You are so beautiful. You are so sexy. I want you take control of me, possess me, own me. I want to drown in your body. I want to taste your mouth. I want to suck your sweet pussy. I want you to enslave me, tell me what to do...”

“Whoa!” The Custodian interjected, interrupting Nicki’s statement of her desires. “Too much information. Stop interrogation. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“No problem. I enjoyed hearing that. It was quite interesting. We’ll give you what you want, Nicki.” Casi said. Then she turned to the Custodian. “Now this is what I want.” She said and then whispered instructions into the latex covered woman’s ear. Nicki did not like the look of what was going on. She had narrowly escaped being transformed into a bimbo queen but only to become what?

“Hmm.” The Custodian said. “Not what I would choose, but the customer is always right. Take my hand. Concentrate on what you want. I’ll do the rest.”

Casi did as the Custodian asked and clasped her hand, closing her eyes. “Induct!” The Custodian commanded. The ink on Nicki returned to its fluid state and flowed across her face, shutting her eyes and throwing her into utter darkness. Her open mouth was covered but she could still breathe even if her cries were muffled by the strange substance. Her body was changing again but not in the egregious way the Custodian had originally commanded. The power of her muscles was ebbing. Nicki was strong. In her line of work, her body might be the only weapon available. So she worked out a lot and it showed. Now her tone seemed to be slipping away. She was becoming smaller and softer. She felt like she was becoming a complete weakling.

“Indoctrination!” The Custodian bellowed.

For for one second, Nicki’s consciousness disappeared into oblivion and then returned almost as instantly. She came back to awareness dazed and standing on the ground below where she had been pinned to the wall. Putting her fingers before her face, she stared at them until her vision cleared. They were daintier than her original hands. In disbelief, she looked down at her nude body. It was much shorter and certainly younger than before. She looked past pert lemon-sized breasts to a flat tummy to long legs but with a fuller waist and thicker thighs than she had before. Her cunt was carpeted with fine blonde pubic hair instead of her own pitch-black bush.

Nicki’s transformation was not limited to the physical. She found it difficult to make hard decisions. Should she run? Should she fight? Should she scream, cry or laugh? She couldn’t decide. It was an odd feeling. Her life was all about making decisions, making the calls. She had a knack for sizing up a situation, planning and then acting. All that experience was was still there. She just could not tap into it..

Nicki looked up to see the Custodian. She shrank away in fear from the latex-clad woman, terror gripping her heart. She tried to summon her trademark courage but it would not come to her. Nicki Smith, former decorated police officer, hard-boiled police detective, veteran of innumerable bar fights, was too afraid to lift a finger against the Custodian and cringed with cowardice in her presence.

“Nicki, my pet.” Casi’s melodious voice called to the dazed woman, or was it girl now? Nicki looked up at Casi and stared in complete awe when she saw her. The first time she had seen a picture of Casi Reikert, Nicki had thought she was beautiful,even hot. She had developed quite the crush for her that would have moved on to obsessive lust had her inhibitions not gotten in the way. When Nicki saw Casi Reikert now, she had become an utter paragon of beauty. She was no longer an angel in Nicki’s eyes, she was a goddess. The attraction she had felt before had been magnified to an incredible extreme, surpassing love to become an all consuming passion. Casi was Nicki’s life now. She made her whole. She could as much live without Casi as she could survive without breathing. Nicki forgot about the Custodian. Her legs grew weak and she fell to her knees as if in worship. She wanted to be in Casi’s presence forever.

“Cas...” Nicki stumbled over what to call her new deity. Casi was too beautiful for Nicki to use her nick name or even her given or family name. Mistress seemed too tawdry. Casi understood her difficulty. “Call me ‘my lady’, pet.” She graciously told Nicki.

“My lady.” Nicki said savoring the words. “My lady. You are so beautiful.”

Casi laughed. “So are you, my pet. Now come back to my room.” Nicki trembled with joy at Casi’s laugh, even more so at the compliment. Without hesitation, she followed compliantly to Casi’s room.

The Custodian watched them depart. “Too flat-chested for my tastes. I suppose the customer is always right.” She grumbled. “Now, to take care of Raven. Where is that damn Caretaker!? He should be helping me clean up this mess!”

On her way back to Casi’s room, Nicki’s wits began to return. They were not as strong as they once were. What came back was trapped in an iron prison of her love for Casi. The love overpowered her will. It dulled her judgment. It consumed all her attention. She was not even aware she was naked. Still, Nicki’s will was powerful. It was stronger than Nora’s. It would not go quietly and it struggled against its confinement.

Casi closed the door to her room behind them. “Private Detective Nicki Smith, my pet, you are so full delicious surprises.”

“Thank you, my lady.” Nicki said with a giggle even as a cloud fell over her face. “Oh shit, what the hell am I saying. What the hell am I doing?” She suddenly thought to herself. Nicki struggled to regain some control but individual thoughts of resistance were hard to manufacture. Each time she tried, it was like trying to hold two magnets with the same polarity together. If you released your grip, they flew apart.

“I would like to continue with our conversation but I believe you said you have some place to go.” Casi said with a coy smile. She picked up and sipped her glass of wine, eyeing Nicki as if she were witness to her inner struggle.

Nicki remembered she had to report to Damon Reikert about what she had found out about Casi. Only the thought of leaving Casi seemed most unpleasant. Strangely, she could not make a choice between the alternatives. The options to stay or leave were before her, but the simple act of deciding between one or the other was beyond her. This was the first time something like this had happened in a long while. She put her hands to her head. “I don’t know what I am supposed to do! What’s happening to me?” She moaned in confusion.

Casi put her hands on Nicki’s shoulders in a gesture of comfort. “Why don’t I decide for you. Stay with me and let’s talk.”

Casi’s touch and her words dispelled Nicki’s anxiety. Normally, Nicki did not take kindly to people telling her what to do, but Nicki was surprisingly grateful to Casi for making up her mind for her.

“Thank you, my lady.” Nick said in a relieved voice. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Nicki felt like biting her lip until she drew blood. How could she be so servile? Sure she wanted Casi bad but that was no reason to throw herself down like a human carpet.

Casi sauntered over to the bar to refill her glass with wine. “Want something to drink? Wine? Scotch? Soda? Water?” She peppered Nicki with choices in a teasing voice, waiting to see what offering so many options would do to her.

Nicki’s eyes went wider with each potential choice. Yes, she did want something to drink. Any of the things that Casi offered would have been ok. Only she could not make a choice between any of them. “I can’t.” She stammered. This was bad. Not too long ago she had made the calls on how to break into this weird place. Now she couldn’t even choose what drink to have. She felt weaker than she had ever been in her life. Her will was failing her and seemed to fade as its helplessness was being exposed.

“You can’t what?” Casi asked her smoothly. Her eyes twinkled with amusement.

“I can’t make up my mind!” Nicki wailed with embarrassment.

“Oh my, my pet.” Casi said jokingly. “I thought you were a totally hard ass private detective but you are just a weak indecisive little girl.”

Nicki felt a sense of shame well up inside of her, driven by frustration with her sudden affliction of weakness and ineptitude. She wanted to protest but how could she? She couldn’t even make the simple choice of a drink. All her inner self esteem seemed ineffectual against such palpable evidence. Adding to her acceptance of Casi’s verdict was that she loved Casi so much, she found herself treasuring her opinion of her, even when it was bad.

“Decisions are hard for you, aren’t they?” Casi said in a condescending voice as she descended upon Nicki.

“So hard. So very hard.” Nicki admitted, surrendering to Casi’s observation. All her background and her experience as a private detective, all her bravado seemed so useless to her now. As those aspects of her depreciated in value as her new meekness grew. As her own personality subsided, she found herself clutching more tightly to her love for Casi as this became the foundation for her personality.

“Wouldn’t it be so much easier...so much better to have someone make decisions for you.” Casi whispered directly into Nicki’s ear. The hot breath against her ear alighted arousal about Nicki’s thighs, her tummy, her breasts.

“Yes. Yes it would be, my lady. ” Nicki replied swooning. The idea strangely seemed so attractive to her. She would not have to worry about making decisions anymore if someone else made them for her. This seemed to be a lifeline thrown to her as she sank in the quicksand of her own indecision and she grabbed at it.

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone who loved you made decisions for you?” Casi whispered, almost speaking directly into Nicki’s malleable mind.

“Oh yes, my lady.” Nicki whispered in return, closing her eyes as she savored Casi’s breath falling upon her. The vision Casi created in her mind seemed wonderful. She had lost control of herself. Someone else must take control of her. Someone else who would take her completely in body, mind and spirit. She would be totally dependent on that person. She would not have to worry about what had happened to her. She would not have to worry anymore about anything. Everything would be so easy.

“I will be that person.” Casi declared. “I claim you my lost little girl and you shall serve me. I will decide what you shall do. I shall decide who you shall be.”

“Yes, my lady.” Nicki whispered back with a smile. She would be controlled by someone she loved as much as life itself—Casi. What could be better than that? Nicki Smith, tough private detective was ready to surrender herself completely to the woman she had been sent to investigate. “You will decide. You will decide everything for me.” As the words left her lips, the situation they described seemed so wonderful.

“You will do all that I ask. You will do all that I want.” Casi sighed.

“Anything. Anything.” Nicki affirmed with a vigorous nod. Surrendering her will did not seem to be such a sacrifice since it was now so insignificant. Her capitulation brought such comfort since having lost control, her self had lost all structure. Now someone would create that structure and define her purpose. Any anxiety was lost in the certainty that service to Casi would bring.

“Stand before that mirror, my pet, and see the form in which you shall serve.” Casi commanded.

Nicki instantly obeyed. She stood before a full length and stared at her reflection. Her new body was unrecognizable from her former self. Before she had been in her early thirties. Now she looked like she was in her late teens. Her old face was rather long with prominent cheekbones and thin lips. Her new face was heart shaped with full sensuous lips. Her old coloring was dark brown—dark brown eyes, dark brown brows, dark brown hair. Her new hair was a warm blonde. Her new eyebrows were a matching color and arched highly over her new eyes of pale blue. Her old body was long, rod-like and athletic and pale. Her new body was much softer with more developed curves as chest swept into waist and gently swept out again into hips.

Perhaps it was the shock of seeing herself as someone completely different. Perhaps it was the shock that anyone could have the power to alter someone so quickly and effortlessly. Whatever the reason, Nicki’s old will tried to burst from it’s confinement.

“Ca...” Nicki tried to say the name again but found she still could not. “My lady. What’s happening to me!?”

Casi chuckled as she observed Nicki’s war for control, the strain evident in a slightly furrowed brow. She picked up her glass of wine and sipped it. “Such resistance. What a firecracker you are. I love it. It would have been so easy to have turned you into a mindless sex drone but hardly as much fun, dearest pet.”

Nicki tried desperately to concentrate. The seduction of her love for Casi and her desire to submit to her was so strong. If there was any chance to break that control, this was it. “Why have you done this?”

Casi took another sip of wine, smiled as she considered her next move and then spoke with a stern voice. “Ungrateful child! Do you not need to be dominated and controlled? Is not your fantasy for me to take possession of you? Your new form pleases me. I am granting your fantasies. Should I not be allowed my fantasies too?”

Nicki hesitated. She bit her lip and she struggled to withhold the answer she had been forced to reveal under the Custodian’s interrogation. Still, her tenuous hold was slipping. She felt shame at Casi’s reprimand.

“You cannot lie to me, my pet and you cannot withhold anything from me, even if it is buried in your heart. Were you not waiting for someone to control you? Were you not waiting for ME to control you?” Laughed Casi.

Casi was right. It was impossible for Nicki to refuse her any answers. It was impossible to hide any knowledge from her. Nicki wanted to please Casi so much. It was an urge she was powerless to resist. The desire to be owned by her rushed forward again, crushing her new found defiance. What was left of her will made a hasty retreat and she reached into her soul to affirm her submission. “Yes! Yes, my lady.” Nicki cried. She felt herself swept along with an undertow toward complete love and obedience. She blushed from the enthusiasm with which she had spoken those words. Casi was everything to her existence now. Without Casi, Nicki was nothing. She felt as if she would cease to exist if Casi left the room.

“Good pet.” Casi said with a laugh as she slid the back of her hand over Nicki’s dewy cheek and then ran her finger’s through Nicki’s silky blond hair. “You are now ready to belong to me. Your are now ready to be shaped by me.”

Nicki drank in Casi’s words, savoring the very sound of them as if it were music made by the greatest composer ever known. She could listen to it forever and never even think to eat or drink until she died of thirst or hunger. “I am yours, totally, my lady. I am yours forever.” Nicki moaned her voice shuddering from the waves of warmth Casi’s touch inspired in her.

“Then I have something special for you. I’ve been saving this for the right pet.” Casi annouced. She opened a jewelry box and took out a golden collar with a tag. She stepped forward to stand behind Nicki as she stared at her self in the mirror. Nicki swooned at being so close to her. She felt something like a magnetic pull from Casi which made her entire body tremble in agonizingly pleasurable tingling. Her breathing grew deeper as Casi claimed her completely by snapping the collar around her neck. On the tag were the words “Casi’s Pet.” Nicki sobbed with joy. This was a physical sign that now she was be taken care of and that she was now possessed by someone she loved so dearly.

“I shall prove myself to you, my lady.” The slavish woman said, now unrecognizable in mind and demeanor as well as body from the private detective that had originally entered the room. No one would ever have recognized Nicki Smith in this state, not even her own mother.

Casi grinned. “Yes, you shall, pet. Tell me, have you ever made love to a woman?”

The pet shook her head, flushed with embarrassment. “No...no, my lady.” She stammered.

Casi turned her pet to face her. She took her pet’s hand and directed it into her panty so that it could feel her pussy, wet and hot from Casi’s arousal over Nicki’s subjection. She guided her pet’s hand to her clit. “There you go. It’s easy. Take it. Stroke it. Rub it. Gently.” She commanded. “The rest will come to you.”

The pet fingered Casi’s drenched and swollen and thrubbing nub. Casi leaned back, her lashes fluttering. Her breaths were deep and hungry. Her waist began to thrust on the pet’s busy fingers. The pet felt her own body burn with sensation as if a skillful lover was all over her. The knowledge that she was making her lady all hot was all the turn-on she needed.

“Oh, that’s goooood pet.” Casi moaned. “Now suck me. Suck me down there.”

The pet crouched to her knees, pulled down Casi’s panty and kissed Casi’s moist, silken pussy. She wrapped her mouth’s lips around those of her her mistress’s cunt. Her tongue replaced her fingers as the dance partner of Casi’s clit. Casi murmured running her hands through the pet’s hair. “Nice pet. Nice pet. Such a goooood pet.” Casi purred as she drank in the ecstasy.

The pet needed no further instructions. She made no decisions. She was on instinct now. She pulled down Casi’s panty completely so that her lady could kick it off. The pet enthusiastically anointed her face with Casi’s cunt juices, wiping them over her nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Hungrily, the pet tongued along Casi’s pussy lips before it darted fiercely and quickly deep within her mistress.

Casi flung off her nighty to become fully nude and then clenched her hands in her pet’s hair, swaying rhythmically over the kneeling girl. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh shit. You hot bitch. God. Oh God.” She murmured stupidly as she felt and orgasm rise within her. The pet’s tongue moved faster and faster. Casi gritted her teeth as she felt a surge flow through her and up her body into her head. She thought it might explode from the pleasure. In an instant, the pet was back on the clit, licking and sucking. This was enough to send Casi over the edge. She cried out and nearly spilled over on her pet, her cunt drenching her slave’s face with its juices.

Panting, Casi pulled her pet up and kissed her hard on the lips. Licking herself from her pet’s face, she told her. “Oh my god. That was so good. I love you so much.”

The pet did not answer. She was too eager to serve. She was to eager to do more. Casi did not let her wait long. She pulled the pet to the bed where they wriggled tightly against each other like eels. The went into a 69, grasping each other’s firm asses while they ate each other out.

They exchanged positions, they left no part of the other’s body untouched. The went fucked and fucked until exhaustion claimed them.

The pet went to sleep in her lady’s arms, content as if she were in heaven. She remembered who Nicki Smith, private detective, was, but she cared about her as much as most people do about Singapore stock futures.