The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday

Things were slightly different Monday morning. Peter had been the first this Monday; he attached Bossy to her kennel and went into his office. Miss Patricia Johnson couldn’t avoid still feeling humiliated by this treatment. She, the former owner of the company, was now a legal pet, always naked and on her fours for everybody to touch or use. Whenever she forgot her status and wanted to say something her barking remind her of it. When she was brought Thursday afternoon she was utterly humiliated, and to worsen things all her male staff enjoyed her. Friday had been even worse when the company’s best customer Mr. Kondo showed up. At first he couldn’t believe his eyes and seemed shocked cause he knew Miss Johnson very well but when Peter made Bossy bark and fetch different items he laughed his head off.

Mr. Kondo spent the whole morning fucking and teasing the female staff and when finally he decided to invest more money he did it with his cock in Bossy’s mouth his right hand fondling Paola’s cunt standing next to him and finger fucking Freefuck, sitting with spread legs on the table, with his left one.

Megafun arrived that Monday dressed in a two sizes too small dress with her hands tied behind, a dog collar on her neck and a ball gag in her mouth, she went over to her kneeling device and knelt on it.

Freefuck was brought into the office by her husband Klaus and Paola. Paola who had spent the weekend at Klaus’s place wore a transparent skirt with nothing underneath showing freely her cunt. Klaus fondled her ass with his left hand while leading Freefuck’s leash with the other one. She walked on her fours, naked and with her tongue sticking out of her mouth. At the end of her tongue she wore an enormous ring that didn’t fit into her mouth and attached to that ring was a small bell. Klaus patted Bossy’s head and groped her before installing his wife and Paola on their kneeling devices. When the male co-workers showed up they patted, groped and laughed at her former colleagues before starting work. The last one showing up was Dominanta. She came into the office wheeling an enormous birdcage. Inside the cage was Rebecum. Poor Rebecca had suffered the whole weekend at Dominanta’s hands and was now disguised as a strange bird. The position in the cage wasn’t comfortable either. To fit into it she had to squat down impaling herself on a dildo and Dom had her wide spread knees attached to the cage bars. Her head was enclosed in a bird-like helmet and her hands, attached to her waist by an invisible nylon cord. The cage was to be fixed to the ceiling by a very big spring. Once installed it would swing up and down continuously fucking herself. Her helmet would transform all her suffering sounds in whistling.

Six weeks later

Peter was launching a party for his Annislavery as he called his anniversary. He had invited all the office with their families and some friends and neighbors. During these six weeks Mr. Anand had been regularly dining with his work colleagues, at their homes. It was important to him to prepare the wives just in case they decided to show up at the office or their husband brought home one of his colleagues.

The first to arrive were Marco, his wife Emily, their daughter Mary and their son Marco Jr. They were greeted by Bossy’s barks, chained to her kennel in the front garden. Marco ignored his former boss, Emily just patted her head, Mary (16) ashamed didn’t look but Marco jr.(13) was delighted. He squatted down and fondled this naked grown up woman till he came into his pants.

Andy and his family (wife, two daughters and a boy) came together with Megafun and her husband, Mr. Bates. They were all formally dressed except poor Megan. The former west coast manager was wearing only incredible high-heeled blue boots and a blue cap. Her hands were cuffed behind. And a chain attached to a ring in her denuded cunt was hold by Eric (14), Andy’s teen son.

Anna was happy they had hired a catering service, so she too could enjoy her party.

Two hours later the garden was full of drinking, eating and chatting people, even Bossy was running free, on her fours, of course. She was the attraction for the younger boys. Everybody knows that kids and dogs come along well, and these boys were cumming very well. They just couldn’t get enough and fondled and tortured Miss Johnson’s most private parts without getting tired. Pour Patty, caught in her degrading spiral was now just a toy for teenage boys.

Peter asked Emily to join him in his study cause he wanted to talk to her. “Emily” he said in a very concerned tone “I’ve heard you want to report my son Igor”

“Yes, of course” retorted Emily “last week he tried to rape my daughter, but by now Mary is too shocked to be able to explain the whole thing. I’m just letting her to recover emotionally before talking to the police”

They were still standing in the middle of Peter’s well-decorated studio.

“To rape, to rape, such an ugly word” started Peter “they were just having fun...”

“If you mean it’s funny my daughter came home without bra and her panties in shreds..”

“It is her own fault for wearing them, and by the way” Peter stopped a moment and continued “... your husband is fired.”

“You, you...” stammered Emily “... you cannot fire him like this. You have no right. It is our sole income. How are we suppose to...” Emily’s voice was now soft and pleading. Peter didn’t let her finish. “It’s not my fault. It’s him who broke the rules”

“What?” Emily’s concern grew by moments “What has he done?”

“He contravened the first of our Office regulations” said Peter “I suppose you know them and...”

Peter took out a sheet of paper and showed it to Emily:

Office regulations

1. The following regulations apply to all the staff and their direct families.
2. In this office female and male are equal. Male equal to human, female equal to pets.
3. If given a direct order a female has to obey, she HAS TO, there is no other option.
4. Female salary, position, workplaces and names have to be accordingly to her office status.
5. By working in this office I fully agree to the new regulations and promise to fulfill them.

Signed

Marco Smith

“You can clearly see that the regulations apply to my worker’s families and that Marco promised to fulfill them. He failed and that for he is fired. Enjoy the rest of the party Miss Smith” Peter started to walk away.

“No, please, Peter wait. Mr. Wilkinson, please. I did a mistake” Emily was now clearly crying “it’s my fault, please don’t fire him. I regret it so much..”

Peter stopped, inwardly smiling. “You regret what?”

“Threaten to report Peter. I promise I’m not going to do it” Emily was between hysteric and desperate “but please do not fire Marco”.

“No, Emily that’s not the point”—at least he has called me Emily again, she thought- “but come over to my desk and lest discuss the whole thing like civilized persons.

Peter went to his desk and sat down waiting for Emily to follow him. The desk was just under the window from where he could see the garden and the party. He could clearly distinguish the office-bunnies. Klaus was fucking Paola whilst Frida was on her fours licking his balls. Bossy surrounded by kneeling boys was on her back with bent legs. It seems they were stuffing her cunt full with something. Marco, Emily’s beloved husband was dancing with Imelda, Victor’s daughter, with both hands on her ass. Megafun stood behind Eric who hadn’t released her not for a single moment. Even when he danced with other girls and shyly tried to touch them, he hold Megan’s chain and forced her to follow it, cunt first. Dominanta was talking to a group of wives. Rebecum was not there cause she hadn’t been released out of her cage.

Emily looked twice at the wooden triangular device, supposed to be a chair. She didn’t know how to accommodate herself on it. Not only the edge seemed inappropriate to sit but also the whole thing pointed in the wrong direction. If she sat on it she looked at the door or through the window, but she wanted to face the table. It should be parallel to the desk.

“Emily, please, I’ve a lot of guests to attend. Would you hurry a little bit up”

“Yes, sorry, I just don’t...”

“You’ve to kneel on it, my dear. A knee on each side and the edge cutting directly into your cunt” Peter saw Emily flushing red but she didn’t dare to protest. “As civilized persons” she remembered. Slowly Emily positioned herself over it and lowered her body bending her knees. If before her adjusted pants had done little to hide her feminine forms, now her slit was blatantly jutted out.

“You told me you did a mistake, didn’t you?”

Emily’s voice was broken when she answered: “Yes sorry I regret it so much...”

“Still you think it is not funny when your daughter comes home without bra and her panties in shreds? Or now you think it is funny and the unfunny thing is your husband coming home jobless?”

“Yes” was the whispered answer of a very uncomfortable Emily. Uncomfortable in both ways, physically and emotionally.

“Yes what?” “It is funny to hear from your daughter my son had fun with her, Emily?”

“Yes” words and tears came together.

“And are you going to amend that error?”

“Yes” the whisper was inaudible.

“Miss Smith I can’t hear you, and would you please stop frigging yourself off against my furnisher and speak louder building whole sentences.” Peter’s voice was loud and cold.

It was true she was horny and these f... edge made her move constantly.

“I’m going to tell my daughter how fun it is coming home without bra and her panties in shreds and that I firmly support Igor having fun.”

“And?”

“And I’m going to make her to apologize for her behavior”

“Misbehavior” corrected Peter

“Misbehavior” repeated Emily.

“And what is she going to say”

“She is going to ask him to forgive her and... and... and to feel free of having fun with her if he felt like”

Peter reclined on his chair and smiled. Padma had done a good job, but lets test how well.

“I don’t know Emily if you understand your situation, but before you go on, I think you should be braless. You agreed before that it’s funny”

Emily’s shock was clearly visible on her face, her mouth dropped open and she wanted to answer, but her mind didn’t find the right words.

“If you want me to believe you, go on telling me Mary’s apologies with your tits on show.”

Slowly and deeply ashamed, this pretty and 35 year old woman started undressing. Once topless she covered her breasts with both hands.

“I said on show, you stupid slut”

Peter was delighted when she lowered her hands. “Now go on I want to know the exact words Mary is going to tell”

“She is going to say that he can look at her breasts..”

—“Tits”—

“tits if he wants to or even touch them”

—“Grope them, knead them”—

“Grope them and the also her sex...”

—“Cunt”—

“Also her cunt is available to see or tou...grope”

—“Fuck”

“That also her cunt is. ...Fuckable.” Emily said these last words openly crying.

“Yes, her cunt is fuckable, the same as her mother’s one, isn’t it Miss Smith?”

“Fuckable by anybody who feels like it” finished Peter.

Emily was trapped. Trapped by her own feelings, by her own fears, by Padma’s conditioning

Finally she stammered a ‘yes’

“Perfect” said Peter “than lets see this fuckable cunt of yours before we rejoin the party and you tell everybody”

This couldn’t be true. He was not expecting her to strip and than show her off at the party.

Yes, exactly this is was Peter expected.

He stood up and helped her getting up cupping both her tits from behind. Her protest didn’t pass her lips. Peter went on massaging her globes whilst she stripped off her trousers.

The last dignity went away with her slip. Finally Peter released her and took a look.

Emily’s shame was overwhelming. There she stood, naked, in her husband’s boss’ Office, letting him look at her and feel her up. And he did. Slowly ha advanced his right hand and cupped her cunt. Then his middle finger started moving.

“It’s nice this fuckable cunt of yours, Miss Smith” he said it looking directly into her eyes.

He slowly started finger fucking her. “Know I want you to repeat again what you are telling your daughter”

“I’m going to tell her ..ahh.. she is ..ahh, aavailable”

Peter pinched her nipple and corrected her: “We are”

“That we are avaaaaailable”

His slowly pace was driving her crazy.

“What does it mean, Miss Smith?”

“That anybody can touch us, -again her nipple—, our cunt, our tits, that we are fuckaaaable.”

“Very good, indeed, very good now suck my dick before I fuck you. A party is waiting for us”

The party was in full swing when Peter appeared with Emily. Everybody stopped a moment to look at her. Marco’s wife was well known and it was quite a sight to see her stark naked wearing only black boots. The men welcomed the sighed and started applauding; the women also felt the eroticism of that view and let their husbands have fun. Victor, one of Marco’s and Emily’s best friend was the first to react. He went over to Emily took her hand and started dancing with her. When Marco and Victor made eye contact one was fondling Imelda’s ass and the other was openly groping Emily’s cunt. Everybody seemed amused, but Mary. Mary, Imelda’s best friend, was with 3 of her friends criticizing her Imelda’s behavior and explaining again the incident with Igor when her mother appeared. Her initial shock grew when she saw her mother being toyed with by Imelda’s father.

If Mary was shocked, Marco Jr. was delighted. Today he had seen more nude women than in his whole life, and he had not only seen them, he had touched them too. And now it seemed that his mother was also belonging to the touchable group.

Mary and Marco met at the dancing surface. Both aimed to their mother. Mary reached first.

The slap in Mary’s face sounded loud " ... and you should do the same” shouted Emily.

“But Mom” stuttered Mary caressing her red cheek. Somebody shut the music down.

“I have had enough of your selfish attitude” Emily was still shouting and everybody was looking at them. All her rage and frustration were coming out. “Always accusing people. I want a complete apologize, a humble one: to me, to your brother, to poor Igor, he was just having fun, to all the boys. And I want you to tell them that it is ok if they play with you, that it’s funny to come home with ripped panties. If you don’t want boys to tear your panties don’t put them on”

Mary couldn’t believe her ears. She wanted to tell her mother she was nuts, crazy, mad, gone but all she did was to become red. Padma had done his work. Oh, yes, knows God he did it.

“And well” asked Emily standing nude in front of her daughter and the whole party with Victor fondling her ass.

“Mom, I...”

“You...you...show if you are wearing panties”

Utterly ashamed by that order Mary raised her dress and showed her friends, both boys and girls, and all the presents that, indeed, she was wearing blue panties.

The next order was even worse, she was ordered to remove it. You could have heard the grass growing. Slowly her thumbs went under the waistband and down it came. Finally she stepped out. The dress was again in it’s place.

“Boys and girls” shouted Emily pointing at her daughter “this here is Mary and she is panty- less. Do you want her to show?” A general yes came from the crowd, but the most enthusiastic one was her brother’s.

With a slowly motion and with both hands she lifted the hem of her dress until even her navel were visible. Mary’s cunt was there for all to see.

The crowd applauded and cheered.

“And now you are to dance like this with anyone who asks you. And don’t lower that dress or you’ll regret it.”

The party went on for hours. It didn’t take long before Mary was naked except for her shoes. All the boys danced with her. And all of them felt her up. They squeezed her ass, fingered her slit, and sucked on her nipples. Even some of the girls fondled her. It was as if her clothes she had also lost her status.

Isabel (17), Andy’s oldest daughter, asked Eric to bring Mary over to the girls. There she ordered Mary to kneel without sitting in the midst of them. Then they started touching and exploring her former friend’s body. Sheila (15), Isabel’s and Eric’s sister asked her to explain again the episode with Igor whilst sticking a finger into her friends cunt. Imelda slapped her ass for criticizing her, and even Violet fondled her tits. Isabel cupped her cunt from behind, without disturbing her sister’s fucking fingers and tearing her by the hairs she French kissed her.

“Mary” she said once she broke off the kiss “from now on if you want to join our group first you have to show you are wearing no panties, then you are to kiss us and finally you kneel down and wait for our approval” Isabel got hornier the more she talked “Is it clear, Miss Smith. You do it if we are alone, with boys, in school or whenever we meet”

Mary only nodded. She was close to orgasm and if Sheila didn’t stop soon, she was going to humiliate herself even more. Finally she couldn’t hold on longer and whimpering she wet Sheila’s hand. The girls laughed and applauded, called her all kind of names and dismissed her.

Finally the party was over. It had been a success. All over tired but happy faces. Eric went away with each hand on his sisters’ bum, tearing at Megafun. He had menaced them in becoming a ‘Mary 2’ and even he was the youngest of them they didn’t dear to risk an open confrontation. So he was happily fondling his sisters bums.

Marco Jr. and Imelda walked side by side happily chatting. Mary was wearing a dog collar and had to crawl just in front of them. “It is to see your slit” was the explanation she got from her brother.

Their mother wanted to stop her son and...

And five minutes later she too was crawling on her fours collared and leashed, next to her husband with a clearly caned ass.

Victor, who left without his wife, walked next to them, occasionally petting Emily’s hair.

But where was Susan, Victor’s wife, where had she been all over the party?

Susan

Susan had been a problem from the very beginning. She was, by far, the prettiest, but also the most intelligent woman between them. She with a six feet tall and athletic body, with firm, natural 36c breast was blessed with a 143 IQ. In her blond head and behind her green eyes she’s got brains. She was the youngest woman ever becoming judge and since she turned 20, 16 years ago, she has been a feared feminist leader of the community.

Victor knew it could be dangerous letting Susan get wind of the office changes. But somehow she got and when Victor suggested that a co-worker was coming for dinner, she refused: “If somebody of your creepy workplace is putting a foot in my house, I’m going to jail him.”

Victor was shattered. For over ten days his colleagues had been taking co-workers (or fuck-bunnies) home and spending a great time without marital problems and he was not even allowed to invite Mr. Anand to have dinner.

It was this latter who found a solution. Victor was to tell her she looked stressed and to convince her to start yoga. “Two hours weekly would be enough” Victor told her “and me and Imelda, letting alone yourself will profit from it”. A few days later he showed her a brochure.

‘Great Master Anand helps you to relax, to see clearer, to take the right decisions by practicing yoga’

First hour free of charge.

Practice yoga in the privacy of your home; let Master Anand enter your life to transform it.

Our schedule is as flexible as our body, phone!

She swallowed the bait. At least now there was hope. Under Padma’s wise directions she realized that another point of view, especially a male one, could be better than her own, that she had been negligent both as woman and as mother, that she should take more advise from authority. In short: she should obey!

Victor patiently waited for the first results to show, before taking any action. And slowly results were produced. His suggestions in regard to her clothing were not only welcome but also followed. Victor reached the breakthrough when regarding Imelda they were having an argument and suddenly she smiled and gave in. And it was important cause it was about dating boys.

Than Victor started inviting Marco or Andy and their families to spend weekends together and these last weeks the three families had even dined together a lot of times.

And their kids were happy too. It seemed true that the office regulation about meeting outside the office contributes to general happiness.

That afternoon Paul and Richard together with their girlfriends Melanie and Venus were at the party, bored. They were bored cause over these six weeks they had played enough with Paul’s father employees. Of course they preferred a naked Megafun to a dressed Megan, but after six weeks the kick was gone. So they chatted, drank and danced a little bit, but they were not really enjoying.

Victor arrived late. They didn’t see him; neither did they notice Imelda. Their eyes were locked on Susan. Dressed in a light blue dress, with her blond hair moving freely, openly smiling and swinging her hips seductively, whilst walking on high-heeled blue sandals, Susan was not a woman; she was a goddess.

Paul and Richard asked her for a dance but smilingly she rejected both to dance with her husband, who afterward took her to talk to Andy and Marco. Frustrated Paul and his friends retired. Ten minutes later Paul came back to ask Anna to join him a moment in his room.

The party was going well and Anna hoped nobody would miss her, because being the party’s hostess she should not disappear.

Her happy smile froze on her face when she saw her training devices displayed on the table.

Her high-heeled black boots, collar and a ring gag. And this damned Venus was holding a cane.

“No, Paul, not today, please, it’s my anniversary” Anna pleaded looking with puppy eyes.

“But you are still not fully trained” it was Richard who answered, whilst he put his hand on her wonderful round bum. Her tight spandex trouser, worn without panties, left few for imagination. It acted more as a magnet than as a shield against hands..

Anna stiffened, but did not fight his hand in the silent hope to find a way out, behaving well.

“I think she is not motivated enough” Venus said passing her cane through Anna’s noticeable slit.

“Perhaps if she brings a training’s partner...” started Melanie putting one hand under Anna’s chin to turn her head, and making eye contact. She fondled her tit with the other hand without finishing her sentence. Anna’s breast felt soft and her nipple immediately hardened, proving her training.

“Whoever, I bring you whoever you want” Anna, in her state of mind, would have sold her own daughter to a street brothel, if doing it she could escape her predators. She felt like a sheep encircled by wolves. Ashamed she was accepting to be felt up by her son’s friends and when Venus ordered her to open her legs to grant Richard’s other hand a better access to her cunt she immediately complied.

“Susan we’ve to talk” Anna took Susan by her arm and lead her into the house. “Anna, my dear, what happens?” They stopped a moment not to fall over Bossy, who naked on her fours was running away from of a group of laughing boys with small branches. She looked stressed. “Boys” commented Susan and until reaching the kitchen she and Anna commented how nice Miss Patricia Johnson was doing and how fine their husbands business were developing.

“Well, Anna, I listen to you” said Susan once sitting in the kitchen.

“You know I’m only a Step mom and a second wife...” started Anna

“You put it down as if you were inferior” interrupted Susan " and I can... ”

“Susan” went on Anna” I know I’ve to do more than other people, that’s why I’m training”

“Training?”

“Yes, or better said I’m being trained”

“How, who .. I mean how you can train to be a mother or a better woman”

“My son trains...ah, helps me and his friends too.”

“You mean you care about them as if...”

“No, no come with me, I show you. I think you too should train.” They stood up and headed towards the second floor.

“Well, I guess my yoga teacher would agree with you, but I don’t know how...”

“But we do” it was Paul talking from upstairs.

When Susan entered the room she saw nothing strange. There, sitting on the sofa was a guy and two girls talking. Paul took a seat next to Melanie and when Susan moved a chair to sit down he stopped her.

“Miss Cash a good woman should not sit down, at least not without asking permission.” Susan stopped a moment and thought ‘ok, it’s his room’.

‘“Sorry, your name was?” Susan asked.

“Paul, I’m Paul this here is Melanie than Richard and finally Venus”

“I’m Susan, Susan Cash. May I have a seat?”

“No! I prefer you standing, you looks more womanly.”

Susan was shocked, but, not knowing why, she remained standing.

Richard looked at her and after half stripping her with his gaze, he commented what a disaster of woman she was not even knowing how to stand.

Susan felt ashamed and looked at Anna. Anna was standing straight, she knew her position. Oh yeah, in that room she really knew her ‘position’.

Paul barked " Get that feet apart, hands behind, chest out, lift the head and open slightly your lips” That was exact the way Anna was standing. Susan should react, protest but, confused, she obeyed.

Paul got up and approached her.

“I interpret you want to learn to be a better woman, a better mother a more value person...”

“Yes...” it was more a whisper then a word.

“...and you are here asking us to help you, to improve you to train you”

“No, not, I really no...”

“Silence” he underlined his sharp word slapping Susan’s ass. Indignant she looked at him and wanted to answer, but all she got was another slap.

“And don’t move ”

Ashamed she resumed her former position. How could it be that she was standing in that ridiculous position in front of three strangers and didn’t even fight back when an insolent boy touched her ass. Her body was getting aroused and her mind searched for an answer.

“Ok, Miss Cash, we accept to train you even it seems you are lousy and lazy.”

She had never been called that, but perhaps, she thought, she hadn’t the right vision of herself. Master Anand also told her to improve; and now Paul affirmed she needs it, perhaps it was true.

“Venus give me the cane”

Susan shivered. ‘A cane, what for?’

“This is the baton, I’m the director and you... " he said pricking her left tit with the cane,

“...you are going to be trained, thoroughly trained. You are going to be trained until we decide you’ve reached the desired level.”

“Do you exercise, Miss Cash?”

“Yes twice a week, and I’ve got a yoga teacher...”

Paul didn’t let her finish “...and do you train in street clothes?”

“Of course not, I’ve got my track suit” Her answer denoted annoyance.

Paul was having fun. In front of him stood the most beautiful woman he knew answering stupid questions without losing her position.

“That’s the point, to train you have to change clothes. Strip”

“But, but, " Susan was lost. How did he mean it? “Look, here I do not...’

“Shut up” this time it was the cane what reached her bum.

“First rule: silence; second rule: obedience” Paul sternly looked at her.

‘Didn’t you strip cause you were afraid we would see your tits?” Paul lifted his hand and fondled one of her globes. She wanted to shy away, but remembered the cane. Humiliated she endured his fondling. ‘Or is it your ass what you are hiding” Paul’s hand was now lightly squeezing it.

Susan’s body shivered and her mind raced. ‘I’m judge I should jail this nerd, this is indecent assault’ Oh, my god, he’s touching my pussy, and these people are looking “Paul, please...”

With his hand still between her legs he squeezed her cunt.

“And why can’t you keep that mouth shut?”

“Paul” Melanie said “today is her first day, I think we should help her and not overtax her. Venus pass me the ring.

“Now my dear Susan open your mouth wide ‘aaaaa’, as if by the dentist” Melanie talked to her as if talking to a child. Susan felt stupid but she did open her mouth. Moments later she had a ring gag fixed in her oral cavity.

Immediately she wanted to tell them to take it out, but only produced some ‘aahgs’. Than she decided to take it out herself but get a cane-hit on her ass.

Paul commented “Didn’t I tell you NOT TO MOVE, my god how stupid are you. “Melanie I think you are right let us also help her with her hands.” Richard fixed the collar on her neck and Venus and Melanie each a wrist to it.

The four friends went back to the sofa to have a seat and to look at Susan. There she stood with a wide-open forced mouth and her neck and hands trapped in a dog collar. She felt humiliated and somehow horny, but didn’t dare to move. Richard without even looking at Anna started to pass rhythmically his finger through her slit.