The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stepping inside the building, Hannah found herself in a typical sort of reception area. Chairs in a lobby, vending machines, coffee dispenser, plaques and pictures on the wall, magazines resting on tables, and a reception desk.

Typical reception area. Expect that the receptionist at the tiny desk sat nude except for her collar and high heels. The girl greeted her warmly. “Hello!” She seemed not at all embarrassed or degraded to sit there naked.

For a brief moment Hannah stared in complete surprise, then quickly looked away, averting her eyes reflexively, embarrassed at so rudely staring, and also deeply embarrassed for the sake of the girl. Why did the receptionist sit there naked?!

Looking aside, Hannah’s gaze fell upon a sign hanging on the wall beside the reception desk. It listed rules for the facility, typical policies you see everywhere such as “This company bans firearms at this site.” Hannah noted the second rule on the list: “This is a clothing optional facility. We support the ‘Nudity is Natural Act’ and we believe full nudity is a universal right and acceptable for anyone.”

That partially explained the situation and calmed Hannah’s shock slightly. This business supports the new laws repealing public indecency and allows anyone, even their receptionist servant, to be naked here. After a moment of consideration Hannah also realized a company specializing in training pleasure servants might place one in their reception to show off their capabilities. Still, she felt embarrassed.

Unable to look directly at the nude receptionist, she stared at her own feet and stammered out, “Uhm, Hannah Roebuck, from the Indentured Servant Welfare office.” Then nervously she looked up at the servant girl to hear her reply.

“Okay!” The girl said cheerfully, her big bare breasts bouncing a little when she wiggled in her chair “Mr. Dean, our head of training, will be out shortly. Please have a seat.”

Hannah sat in the waiting area. The girl’s cheerful, casual nudity bothered her a little. Added atop the nervousness Hannah felt from the responsibility and importance of her new job all combined to make her quite anxious while waiting for Mr. Dean. A couple minutes passed.

The receptionist approached Hannah’s chair. Hannah glanced up to see the nude girl holding a coffee tray with a steaming cup and spoon. The curvy girl bent over to offer the coffee, saying, “Mr. Dean is busy at the moment, so he may be delayed a few minutes. Please have a complimentary coffee while you wait.”

Her bare breasts hung somewhat uncomfortably close to Hannah’s face. Hannah unable to help from noticing how the girl’s firm nipples jutted erect, poking out. The girl held that posture, waiting for Hannah to take the coffee.

Hannah accepted the steaming mug, mostly just to make the servant girl go away since Hannah felt so uncomfortable and embarrassed by her. Sipping the coffee, she found it overly sweetened, but not bad otherwise. It actually helped calm her nerves a bit.

Soft music played in the waiting room. Songs of an odd genre, but pleasantly subdued, calming, slow of tempo, and so quiet in volume that Hannah only barely heard them and could not quite make out the lyrics. She idly listened and took more sips of coffee while waiting. Minutes ticked by.

Hannah at first felt irritated that her meeting with Mr. Dean got delayed. She did not want to wait, feeling this anxious. But the coffee settled her nerves and anxieties which helped soothe her irritation too. Better to just sit back and relax, sipping coffee while listening idly to the soft, calming music.

Starting to feel relaxed and bored, glancing around Hannah noticed a small table nearby, covered in magazines like any typical waiting room. Atop the magazine pile rested a brochure advertisement for this facility itself. Promotional material they placed in their own waiting room. Bored, she picked it up and began idly flipping through it.

The brochure pitched the company’s slogan, their business philosophies, and then went into why they felt themselves so highly competitive in the marketplace of indenture agencies.

Part of their business philosophy held that prospective indenture owners want fully-trained servants and will pay more for an indenture contract of a trained servant rather than an untrained one. That made sense, Hannah agreed. Highly-trained servants are in demand.

The other side of that same philosophy asserted that prospective servants want to get the best price for their indenture, therefore they want training. That too made sense, she must admit.

This agency focuses on meeting both those needs, by connecting trained servants with contract buyers at the best possible price. Obtaining the best price forms their key strategy. Higher price also explains why they specialize in training pleasure servants rather than other types of servants who may earn less.

Compare a pleasure servant to a more typical sort of servant for menial tasks. The pleasure servant can pay off debts quicker; or for someone without debts they earn more money by indenturing as a pleasure servant for a few years. The brochure showed charts and graphs illustrating this point, including testimonials and case studies.

Ads seemed to focus on recruiting in the fresh college graduate market segment. Most girls they trained apparently signed up voluntarily in order to get a good financial start in life or help pay for college tuition. Hannah, a recent graduate herself, understood the appeal since college loans still loomed over her own financial situation. She sipped coffee and skimmed the brochure, finding it oddly absorbing and informative.

She never before found indenture wages all that impressive, usually barely more than nothing—Indenture remained distinct from and thus not restricted by normal labor laws like minimum wage. At first the pamphlet’s listed prices seemed to confirm her prejudice. But those raw numbers did not take into consideration the added value of having all food and rent costs paid too. The brochure reasoned such, with articles and illustrations elaborating the point.

The more Hannah read the more she began to see the reasoning. Their brochure did make a good case—A rational defense of those who chose willingly to become a pleasure servant—making it sound like a wise financial decision. What might it feel like, she wondered, to not need to worry about bills, taxes, or rent? To just have everything paid for her? To be honest with herself, right now that sounded nice.

One section covered the benefits and convenience of setting up a long-term indenture contract that does not expire or that the owner can renew and thus carries no fixed time limit. This agency proudly included such provisions by default in their standard contract. Apparently it marked a rapidly growing trend and many sound reasons existed for adopting this practice. Hannah read on, intrigued, now beginning to see some of the logic behind that type of contract.

The last section explained health insurance options, such as their extensive maternity programs, and other various health benefits the company offered. Quite an extensive value-added package, she thought. All in all, the marketing packet made them look like a premium indenture business with decent-seeming prices and lots of great perks. Now Hannah understood why so many young women decided to sign up with them.

She swallowed the last of her coffee and sat relaxing while waiting for her appointment, idly reading the brochure and listening to the soft, quiet music without really paying attention to it, drifting in thought.

About fifteen minutes passed, but as she waited Hannah felt more and more relaxed. She hardly noticed the time pass. Hannah actually felt thankful that Mr. Dean kept her waiting so long, because her earlier nerves and anxiety almost melted away now. While waiting, her drifting thoughts kept circling around the sales claims, testimonials, and ideas presented in the brochure, sort of zoning out and daydreaming. . .

Suddenly tap on her shoulder distracted Hannah from her idle thoughts. The nude receptionist stood beside Hannah’s chair to politely inform, “Mr. Dean will see you now.”