The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Charles Dean, head of training, escorted Hannah into his office. She felt pleasantly relaxed and therefore much more composed than when she first arrived and felt so nervous. Setting her empty coffee mug on his desk, she took a seat across from Mr. Dean, her notebook resting on her lap and pen in hand, ready to take notes.

“I hope you had a pleasant journey Miss Roebuck, I’m sure you’ll find today most interesting and enlightening. Here we take pride in our work as you’ll see. May I call you Hannah?”

“Yes, yes of course, erm, Charles?”

“Yes my dear. However, when I’m giving you the tour later, the trainees may overhear you and become confused. They must learn proper forms of address. So I think it best for you to address me as ‘Mr. Dean’ or ‘Sir’.”

“Oh, okay.” she agreed, hesitantly.

Hannah felt momentarily put out that she must address him formally while he felt it appropriate to use her first name, but she quickly dismissed it. Mr. Dean must know his craft, Hannah supposed, and besides she did not want to rock the boat on her first day.

“First of all Hannah, I think it best to give you some background information about our company, what we do and our overriding philosophies. Then I’ll give you a tour of our facilities and show you some of our training techniques and finally you can meet our trainees. That’s okay with you, isn’t it.”

Hannah wanted to meet the trainees first to sort out her paperwork, but Mr. Dean seemed to already have the agenda for her visit all planned out and the order of events probably did not matter; so she just signaled acceptance by nodding her head.

Mr. Dean started in on the agenda by describing the company’s background. Hannah settled back into her seat to listen. At the same time he picked up a coffee pot and casually refilled her mug. She took a swallow and again noticed it contained that strange sweetener, even more than the pot in reception. It tasted fine, just a little too sweet. She sipped some more, intending to ask for the next refill without the sweetener but he was talking and she did not want to interrupt. While waiting for her chance to speak she took more swallows.

He droned on and on. All useful background information she supposed, even if not directly relevant to the job at hand. However, it grew difficult to keep her attention on what he said. She did not really care about the history of the company, but it seemed rude to interrupt him or not listen to what he was saying, so she did her best to concentrate. Still it took an effort to keep paying attention.

Her concentration drifted. More than once she found herself just focusing on the soothing rhythm of his words rather than the words themselves. Mr. Dean spoke in a nice deep voice so easy to drift off while listening to him. Without intending to, Hannah let herself sort of tune him out, listening without paying attention. . .

After a while she caught herself spacing out, and forced herself to pay attention again. At that moment he was talking about their business philosophy and how it related to the importance of training servants:

“. . . and not just standard servants benefit from training. All contract owners want fully-trained servants. Our customers will pay more for someone trained to serve their every desire and obey them. Since servants want the best indenture price, they too want to be trained to serve and obey. We supply both by training all our servants to provide the best service at obeying their indenture owner. Thus we obtain the best prices and . . .”

A lot of what he talked about was information covered in their brochure, so Hannah already felt passingly familiar with it. But he ranted in full flow, so she kept silent, sipped her coffee, sat back and continued to listen to his pleasant voice, occasionally nodding along. Inevitably, her mind drifted off again, starting to feel a little distant, dreamy almost, drifting into a kind of relaxed daze. . .

Catching herself again, Hannah sat up and forced her attention to focus.

“. . . want to get the best indenture price and so they want training to be obedient because that is what contract owners desire and will pay the best price to obtain. This is often in synch with the servant’s own deep desires to be submissively obedient. Our training methods help meet these desires, making our servants highly in demand, because we meet their deepest desires to submissively satisfy their owners.”

At some point she must have drank her mug empty, because while continuing to give his speech, he again refilled it. Only when she took a swallow did Hannah remember she meant to ask for one without the strange sweetener in it, but too late now. Besides, it tasted not unpleasant she decided, just sweeter than she normally drank. She took another swallow while relaxing and listening, and then another, drifting off . . .

Pondering the flavor of the coffee, suddenly Hannah realized she had not really paid attention to Mr. Dean for awhile, rather she just allowed his soothing voice to wash over her. She forced herself to listen to him again even though it felt quite difficult to concentrate.

“. . . want to be submissive and useful. We facilitate that, we take girls and help them to fulfil their deepest desires to be submissively obedient, training them to serve in the most useful and satisfying capacity, and as a result they are the best pleasure servants and highly in demand. The servant feels sexually fulfilled and the owner satisfied to have a completely submissive and obedient girl always useful and available to serve their needs. Owners are prepared to pay us very highly for an indentured pleasure servant guaranteed to be submissively obedient.”

He paused and then said “You can understand that can’t you? Training for submission and obedience is extremely important. It forms the heart of our work here.”

Hannah nodded her head. It certainly made sense that owners will pay more for a fully-trained servant. He resumed talking. She shook her head to try and clear the fog that seemed to have invaded her mind. Hannah knew she should concentrate more, yet somehow also knew she had not missed anything important that his lovely soft voice told her. So she relaxed and allowed herself to drift off again while listening to him.

Strangely, whenever he said the words ‘submissive’ and ‘obedient’ she felt a pleasant warmth and a sort of tingle of excitement. And he said those particular words quite a lot. But quickly her mind slid away from that, reasoning that he was just reiterating what their company looked for and cultivated in a potential trainee. Actually it felt rather exciting to learn about it.

Mr. Dean continued to tell her all about what made a good pleasure servant, so that she could understand them better and therefore see to their welfare more thoroughly. Hannah sat relaxed in her chair listening without actually concentrating, all thoughts of taking notes abandoned, periodically sipping coffee, enjoying the nice sweet taste. Listening and relaxing. Drifting off . . .

“Now my dear, I think it’s time for a tour of the training facilities. You’d like that right?”

Hannah blinked. She realized Mr. Dean had finished his introductory talk, so she stood and smoothed down her skirt, leaving her notebook on the desk.

The fog receded somewhat and she felt relaxed and fresh; excited and ready to do her job; to listen and learn about how a girl fulfils her deepest desires to be submissive and obedient and make the best pleasure servant. Ready to learn all about their training programs.

“First, one thing you may notice,” Mr. Dean said, pointing, drawing her eyes to a small sign near his desk, “This is a clothing-optional facility.”

Hannah looked at the sign, similar to the one in the lobby, which politely reminded her nudity is natural, it’s okay to live naked, nudism represents a fundamental human right which the facility embraced. Yes of course, anyone can be naked.

He explained “Part of our training methods require trainees be nude. The clothing policy is merely a formal restatement of legalities but it stands so important to our methods and results that we feel it worth putting on a sign.”

That made sense. Hannah nodded.

He continued, “Pleasure servants always stay naked, so we keep the facility nice and warm to ensure our naked trainees feel comfortable. You can imagine what it must be like to live naked and how comfortable it must feel, to have the room nice and warm for that. As you can see we keep their welfare in mind at all times.”

Hannah nodded her understanding, thinking about the nude receptionist and how much more comfortable that must feel. Especially than if the building was not kept warm.

“However,” he said, “The heat can become a little uncomfortable when you stay clothed.”

Yeah, Hannah realized, it felt warm. Strange how she did not really notice it before.

“Our thermostat is set just a few degrees warmer. Not all that much difference, really, just enough to feel perfectly comfortable when you’re naked. But those few degrees more can start to feel quite stifling hot the more you stay dressed.” He observed, “Your suit jacket must be unpleasantly hot and uncomfortable in this temperature.”

Unable to deny it, Hannah felt a little embarrassed to realize herself beginning to perspire.

“Why don’t you slip off your jacket, so you can cool down a little. There’s no need for formality. No reason to wear a coat indoors where it feels too warm. You can relax and just go without your heavy jacket.”

He kindly helped remove her hot suit jacket and hang it on a coat rack in his office. Then he opened the door for her. Hannah, leaving her jacket, pen, and notebook in his office, stepped out into the corridor.

Interlude — Corridor

“This way my dear,” he held out his hand indicating the direction to walk. Hannah stepped forward past him and he fell in step alongside her, placing his hand lightly on her elbow. “Allow me to guide you.”

Nice of him to help guide her that way. It felt reassuring with him there, holding her arm, leading her through the strange building.

Shortly they arrived at a door, he opened it and ushered her in, this time with his guiding hand at the small of her back, gently but firmly pushing her forward into a small dark room.