The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Owww!” Tabitha White said, as she carefully bit into an apple. She’d been trying to avoid the left side of her mouth, which hurt like fucking hell these days. But something the size of an apple was a bit hard to handle that way.

“Something wrong, Tabitha?” said Virginia Lord, her boss. Her voice gave the distinct impression that she expected nothing was wrong whatsoever.

“No, ma’am,” Tabitha said, mentally scowling at her boss. Not physically, though; the fucking bitch probably had a surveillance system in place. There was no money to pay Tabitha a decent wage, or give her decent benefits, or even buy a half-as-shitty chair for her to sit on. But when it came to spying on customers and employees, Virginia Lord would spare no expense.

And it wasn’t as if she even had to spare many expenses. Virginia Lord owned this whole damn shopping center, and at least ten other properties besides. Her dear departed daddy had built all this shit up, and now his bored daughter got to pretend to be a businesswoman.

Tabitha wasn’t aware of Virginia’s credentials, but even a moron (or a history major, like Tabitha) could see that this store was run terribly. Apparently, Virginia wanted to think of herself as not just a businesswoman, but an artistic businesswoman, as well. That meant that she took up a rather sizable part of this shopping center with her own art-supply store.

It didn’t seem particularly fair that Virginia would have all of this, and Tabitha, who could do something with this kind of money, had to slave away to afford even a shitty life. She knew that life wasn’t fair, but, really, did it have to be this unfair?

To add to all those problems, there was the feeling Tabitha got whenever she compared herself to her boss. Virginia was always perfect. Every strand of blond hair was perfectly coiffed, every bit of expensive clothing was perfectly selected, every part of her body was perfectly proportioned.

When Tabitha looked at herself in the mirror, on the other hand, she saw an absolute mess. Crappy teeth. Stringy, kinky hair. Acne scar-cratered black skin. A face that was too large, and boobs that were too small. Ill-proportioned, poorly dressed, constantly depressed Tabitha White.

The bell on the door rang, and Virginia sprung from her desk to greet her customer. She click-clacked past Tabitha, who just kept trying to get her computer to do anything at all. Meanwhile, her boss exclaimed in perfect delight at her customer, and started perfectly guiding her perfect customer around her perfect store.

Sometimes, when Tabitha was off of work and getting shit-faced on cheap beer, in her quiet, empty apartment, she wondered why she hadn’t quit yet. For her, though, the answer was easy to come by, since she was just talking to herself.

To tell the truth, she loved Virginia.

It wasn’t a third-grade-best-friend kind of love. It was just that whenever she looked at her boss, bitchiness and miserliness aside, she felt herself glow. It was the sort of love where she wanted to fuck her boss silly.

When Tabitha looked back on her previous crushes, she could see a clear pattern. There was Julie, from her last summer of camp, when Tabitha was 17 and just realizing her identity. Julie had been a class A bitch, but her deep blue eyes, her silver-blond hair, and that fine figure, had made Tabitha melt inside. The rest of the summer, Tabitha had masturbated to her fantasies of Julie being her girlfriend.

There’d been Alice Hodges, the captain of the cheerleaders in their senior year. God, what a stone-cold bitch, with her hard blue-green eyes and wavy blond hair. A couple times, Tabitha had suspected that Alice might like her, too. But she’d always been too timid to ask.

In college, she’d found her first real girlfriend. Lena Schwyz, the haughty Swiss exchange student, who had shown her what happiness had meant. Then, Lena had taken that happiness, and all the love Tabitha had given her, and smashed it. For months afterwards, Tabitha had felt like a worthless dupe, like none of it had been real.

That had led almost directly to this job. When her parents had found out that she was a lesbian, they’d cut her off. By the skin of her teeth, and with thousands of dollars in loans, Tabitha had managed to finish college. Her dreams of grad school were totally impractical, with all of this debt, so she’d found this job.

And here she was now, wasting away in a boring, useless job, with a comically inept boss and not even a few rewards to ease her burdens. Of course her teeth would go bad when she could least afford it. She could barely afford toothpaste, much less a dentist appointment.

Well, at least the clock said “5:00 PM” now. That meant she was free to wallow in misery and pain at home now. It was time to leave.

Tabitha stopped trying to get the computer to work and shut it down, instead. She scribbled the time on the work log by the back door, and left before Virginia could find something else for her to do.

She slouched her way down the shopping center, past all the other marvelous boutiques that payed rent to Virginia, and towards the bus stop. Just as she passed by the exit to the grocery store, she heard someone giggling, but she was too tired to pay any attention to it.

That proved to be a mistake a split second later, when she collided with a shopping cart. “Omigod, I’m, like, so sorry!” said a chirpy voice. “Are you, like, okay?”

Tabitha pulled herself to her feet and dusted herself off. “Um, yeah, I’m fine.” Now, she found herself facing a bimbo.

There was really no other word for the woman who’d been pushing the shopping cart. She was a blond bimbo, dressed in astonishingly whorish clothes. Those clothes displayed her voluptuous body, her sensual curves, her enormous boobs.

“Hiiii,” the bimbo said, extending a hand towards Tabitha. “I’m Crystal, and I’m, like, soooo sorry ’bout that.” She giggled. “I’m such a silly person!”

“Okay,” Tabitha said, taking Crystal’s hand and shaking it. Her tooth, as if responding to the touch, twinged again, and Tabitha winced. “Owwww!” she said, clutching her cheek.

“Oooh, did I make your teethies hurt?” Crystal said, pouting at Tabitha.

“No, no, it was like that before,” Tabitha said, waving the bimbo away. “It’s not your fault, any of this. I should’ve paid attention myself.”

“Wait, your teethies hurt already?” Crystal said. “You should come with me! I, like, work at a dentist’s office! You can get it, like, all checked out and stuff!”

“I can’t—” Tabitha began, but Crystal waved away what she’d been planning to say. “Don’t worry, sillypants!” the bimbo said. “Dr. Joseph doesn’t really care about getting paid. Come on, come on!” She grabbed Tabitha’s hands and started pulling her away.

“Oh, okay, I suppose,” Tabitha said. She didn’t have anything better to do. It wasn’t as if she had any friends to socialize with, or places to go. She might as well go have her teeth checked out.

It turned out that Crystal worked in the office park across the street, which Virginia didn’t own. Apparently, her father and the guy who had owned this place had been bitter rivals, to the point of attempting to sabotage each other’s projects. Virginia had carried over the family grudge against this guy, for whatever reason. But Tabitha had heard recently that it had sold to some new guy.

Whatever its history, it seemed perfectly fine to Tabitha’s eye. For all that Virginia had ranted and rambled about how poorly-designed it was, it didn’t look that bad. Crystal kept chattering away the whole walk, and Tabitha just tuned her out most of the time.

When they reached Dr. Joseph’s office, Tabitha hesitated. “Are you sure he’s in this late?” she asked Crystal.

“Oh yeah!” Crystal replied. “He’s, like, such a great guy! I kinda wish he’d come home sooner, sometimes.”

“Wait, you live with him?” Tabitha said, taken slightly aback.

“Yep!” Crystal said, her face glowing. “He’s such a dreamboat, and he’s, like, great in bed, but he’s always so busy.” She pouted a bit.

Tabitha felt weird a little bit, but then she shrugged. Was it really that weird? And, honestly, was it any of her business how they lived? No, it wasn’t.

Crystal pushed the door open, and Tabitha stepped inside. There was a red-haired bimbo sitting at the receptionist’s desk. She exchanged squeals with Crystal and directed them to Dr. Joseph’s current location. As Tabitha and Crystal exited the front, the red-haired bimbo waved and chirped, “Bye-bye!”

Before Tabitha could really wonder how many bimbos there could be in a single dentist’s office, Crystal had hustled her into Dr. Joseph’s private office. “Hiiii, Dr. Joseph!” Crystal chirped to the man behind the desk. “This is Tabbi, an’ I told her you’re the bestest dentist in the whole world!”

“Hello, Tabbi,” Dr. Joseph said. He had a very nice smile, Tabitha thought. She wanted to say that her name wasn’t Tabbi, but she was feeling flustered. “I believe room 4 is open. I’ll have Luisa take you there.” He picked up a phone and briefly spoke in a language that sounded a bit like Spanish, then set it down again.

“In the meantime,” he said, “Crystal and I are going to need to have a talk.” A golden-skinned bimbo showed up at the door, smiling widely. “I’ll be along in a little bit, Luisa.”

“Hiiii, Tabbi!” Luisa said, leading Tabitha out of the room. “How are you doing today?”

“Um, I could be better,” Tabitha said. “Look, could you call me Tabitha please?”

“I thought your name was Tabbi,” Luisa said, ushering Tabitha into room 4. She crinkled her nose at Tabitha. “I think Tabbi’s cuter, so I’ll just keep calling you that.”

Before Tabitha could protest, she was in the chair, and Luisa was picking around in her mouth. The bimbo hygienist kept up a steady stream of inane babble, but that just washed over Tabitha. She wasn’t precisely in a trance, but it did feel good to just let everything go, to not worry about the world around her.

She gradually returned to her senses after some period of time—how long, she never could figure out. Dr. Joseph was standing over her, looking down with concern in his eyes. “I wasn’t sure you heard any of what I said. You were really out of it. Got enough sleep lately?”

Tabitha yawned and stretched carefully. “Apparently not,” she said, trying not to sound sleepy (and failing).

“Well, at any rate, what I said is that this is a bad case. Worse than anything I’ve seen in my career. When was the last time you saw a dentist?”

“Ummm…” Tabitha started counting in her head, but Dr. Joseph waved her off. “That long, huh? It really is important that you get regular checkups. It’s a lot easier to prevent problems than it is to fix them.”

“If I had dental insurance, this wouldn’t’ve happened,” Tabitha said, a challenging expression on her face.

“Probably not,” Dr. Joseph said, his face unperturbed. “At any rate, I think you need to get this taken care of immediately. Without a single bit of delay. So, if you’ll follow me down the hall, we can get you prepped for surgery.”

“Surgery?” Tabitha asked, pushing herself to an erect posture.

“Your molars are so damaged that I wouldn’t be surprised if a chip came off just from walking down the hall,” Dr. Joseph said, making notations on a pad of paper. “You’ve got several cavities on your rearmost molar, and your premolar’s enamel is weaker than an eggshell. Come on.” He left the room, and Tabitha followed, reluctantly.

“How am I supposed to pay for all of this?” she said. “I’ve barely got the money to take the bus home every night.”

“There’s no need to worry about payment,” Dr. Joseph said over his shoulder. “This is all free. I can afford it. And just think about the good PR I’ll get from helping you.” He swung open the door to the operating theater as Tabitha approached. For some reason, this was room 69, even though it was the ninth room on the hall.

“My lucky numbers,” Dr. Joseph said, noticing her puzzlement. “Come on in, let’s get you anaesthetized and prepped.” Tabitha allowed herself to be led to the chair, and fussed over. Before she knew it, the red-haired bimbo from the front desk was leaning over her, holding the mask that descended over Tabitha’s mouth and nose and sent her into darkness.

Two hours later

Tabbi returned to the waking world gradually, becoming aware of the bimbos that hovered over her like flies. A man’s face—Dr. Joseph’s—poked through the forest of bimbos. “How do you feel?” he said.

“Better than ever!” Tabbi said, grinning. She practically sprang from the chair, brushing Luisa aside. “That anaesthetic really does wonders, Doc.”

“It surely does,” Dr. Joseph said. “But I like to think I have something to do with it, too.”

Tabbi was going to ask him what he meant by that, but she was distracted by a sudden realization. Her body was completely different.

She looked down, to find two enormous breasts adorning her chest, where so recently she’d sported barely a speed bump. Her figure as a whole seemed so curvaceous now, that she could probably stop an 18-wheeler.

Luisa rolled a full-length mirror out from the side of the room, and Tabbi found it hard to believe she was looking at herself. Her face was smooth and hard, like it had been chiseled out of black marble. Her hair, now smooth and silky, descended like a wave past her knees. Her teeth—she smiled experimentally—her teeth were perfectly aligned, bright and shiny and white as can be.

As she took it all in, her brain churned and processed her changes. “You did this to me,” she said to Dr. Joseph, her eyes narrowing.

Dr. Joseph nodded. “I sure did. It’s what I do. Do you like it?” He seemed perfectly calm, as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

“Like it?” Tabbi said incredulously. “Like it? I love it!” She ran both hands up and down her new body, feeling every inch of her curves.

“Mmmmm, it just makes me feel so great!” she added. Then she grimaced. “Except for how much smaller my clothes feel now. It doesn’t feel so good.”

“Here,” Dr. Joseph said, handing her a stack of clothes. “You might find these more enjoyable.” Tabbi set them aside, and started wriggling out of her old clothes. She felt strangely comfortable with being naked in front of so many strangers.

When she’d finally found her way out of her far too tight bra and panties, Tabbi picked up the clothes Dr. Joseph had handed her. She frowned. These didn’t exactly look like the sort of clothes she would want to wear. It was all spandex and latex, with a minuscule thong and no bra whatsoever.

“Just try it, Tabbi,” Dr. Joseph said. “Believe me, you’ll like it.” Tabbi shrugged and started pulling the top over her head. It stretched to fit her figure, and settled on her new breasts like a second skin. It exposed so much of her body to anyone who wanted to see it, but she felt comfortable with that.

Tabbi slid on the rest of her clothes, and took a look in the mirror again. Finally, she was as hot as she deserved to be. Ming handed Tabbi a pair of very high heels, and the African-American bimbo put them on like they were the most ordinary thing in the world.

“I think you’re ready to hit the road, Tabbi,” Dr. Joseph said. “Crystal, give Tabbi a ride to her home, and then you’ll receive your punishment. You’ve been a bad bimbo.”

“Yes, Dr. Joseph,” Crystal said in a small voice. She and Tabbi left him and the other bimbos behind, walking down the hallway. Behind her, Tabbi could hear enthusiastic shouts, and a good bit of slurping.

Crystal sniffled. “If I hadn’t, like, brought you here, I’d be sucking Dr. Joseph’s cock right now.” She turned her doe-eyed, pouty face towards Tabbi.

“You want me to be sorry about this?” Tabbi said, waving her hands at her body. “No fucking chance, girl.”

“Awww!” Crystal whined. “You’re a meanypants!”

“Maybe,” Tabbi replied. “Frankly, I don’t give a shit what you think. And what’s that in your hand?” She pointed at the piece of folded-up paper Crystal clutched.

“Oh,” Crystal said, pouting again. “I was, like, hoping you weren’t gonna ask.” She handed it to Tabbi. “Dr. Joseph said if you, like, asked me ’bout it, I had to, like, give it to you.”

Tabbi unfolded the paper, to reveal a handwritten message.

“Tabbi,” it said, “this is Dr. Joseph. I was wondering if you could do me a favor. Running an establishment like this can be taxing, and sometimes my bimbos get out of hand and need some discipline.

“I would take care of that myself, but I still have a business to run, and discipline does not come naturally to me. But I have seen that you might possess some talents in that area, and I think you would find it enjoyable.

“So, having said that, please inform Crystal that for the next two weeks, she is your slave. Do not bother showing her the paper, because she cannot read anymore. Do, however, anything you like to her for the aforementioned period. As long as she returns to me in one piece, I can manage.

“Oh, and if you need some money to get this going, Crystal has a platinum Visa in her cleavage. Feel free to use it, within reason, for expenses.

“Yours in Mastery, Dr. Joseph.”

Tabbi crumpled up the paper and stuffed it down Crystal’s cleavage. The surprised bimbo started to say something, but Tabbi forestalled her.

“That paper says, you little bitch,” Tabbi said, in a low, husky voice, “that I own you for the next two weeks. You’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it, without question. Do you understand?”

Crystal nodded. “Yes, Tabbi.” Tabbi slapped her on the face.

“First lesson, slut. Don’t call me ‘Tabbi’. Call me Mistress, or Mistress Tabbi. Do you understand that?“

“Yes, Mistress,” Crystal said, her head hanging.

“Now, you’re not going to take me home,” Tabbi said, as they stepped outside. “I fucking hate that place. Also, I need to pick up a few things.” Crystal got in on the driver’s side of a sporty red convertible, and Tabbi took the passenger’s side.

They stopped at a department store, where their appearance turned a lot of heads, male and female alike. That was quick, though. All Tabbi needed was some decent luggage, to hold the items she was going to get at the next stop.

The cashier who rung them up took quite a bit of time, because he seemed to have gotten very clumsy all of a sudden. But soon enough, they were off to their next destination.

“Over there,” Tabbi said, after about ten minutes of driving. “Pull into that parking lot, and follow me in with the luggage.” Crystal obeyed readily, and after a bit of fumbling, the two of them, Mistress and slave, were walking through the doors of Meg’s Lady Parts.

Tabbi knew Meg only by reputation, because she’d never gotten deeply into the local lesbian subculture. But from what Tabbi had heard, this was the place to go for all sorts of kinky sex toys and clothing. Kinky was what she wanted right now.

“Hi, welcome to Meg’s Lady Parts,” said a very pale girl with short, blue hair. “I’m Audrey, can I help you?”

Tabbi looked Audrey up and down. The saleswoman was tiny and underfed, and her clothes were artistically torn. “Yes, you can,” Tabbi pronounced. “My slave and I need some clothes and toys. What do you have in the way of whips?”

For the next hour or so, Audrey led them on a whirlwind tour of the store, and Crystal ended up carrying the pile of clothes and toys that resulted. The saleswoman seemed to become increasingly distracted as time went by, as if something about Tabbi and Crystal was absorbing all of her attention. By the time the three of them reached the register, Tabbi was doing most of the guiding, propping Audrey up and keeping her moving forward.

Audrey rang up their purchases, and watched Crystal put the bags into the new luggage. “When do you get off work, honey?” Tabbi murmured into Audrey’s ear.

“Um, a bit after 6,” Audrey said, her voice breathy and faint.

“Well, just call me around then, and you can come join in the fun,” Tabbi purred. “Unless you have other plans?”

“No, no, I’d love to come for you, I mean, with you,” Audrey said. “I, uh, oh, I, this is really sudden, I’m, um…” Tabbi kissed Audrey on the lips, cutting her off mid-babble.

“See you then,” was all Tabbi said as she and Crystal left the store, leaving a dazed Audrey behind the counter. Crystal lugged all of their purchases out to the car and loaded them up, while Tabbi waited impatiently.

“Now,” Tabbi said, fishing the Visa out of Crystal’s cleavage, “we’re going to find a hotel for the night. Here’s where you’re going to go…”

Crystal pulled the car out of the parking lot, and onto the road. About twenty minutes later, thanks to Tabbi’s directions, they pulled into the parking deck of the Riverview Hilton, one of the city’s swankier hotels.

Eyes throughout the lobby popped as Tabbi and Crystal waltzed in through the front door. The only employee at the front desk was a mousy young woman with large glasses and tidy brown hair swept up in a bun.

“Welcome to the Riverview Hilton,” she squeaked. “How may I help you?”

“We’d like to book a room…” Tina, her name tag said, “…Tina. Do you have anything… big?” Tabbi leaned in over the desk, so that she was less than an inch from Tina’s face.

“Um, uh, how many people?” Tina stammered, her face going red.

“Three,” Tabbi said, her voice husky. “Our other friend, she’ll be along later.”

Tina gulped, and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. “Okay, um, well, the, uh, penthouse suite just opened up, but that’s, uh, just for tonight.”

Tabbi smiled. “That’s all I need,” she said. She reached out and let down Tina’s hair. The girl looked much more adorable when she wasn’t so stuffy. Her brown hair fell in cascades around her face, covering her eyes.

“I’m going to need to, um, see some ID, and I’ll also need, ah, a, um, a credit card,” Tina said. She pushed her hair back, and Tabbi took the time to appreciate what fantastic hair this girl had. It was a lustrous light brown that fell in waves past Tina’s shoulders.

“Here you go,” Tabbi whispered, sliding the platinum Visa across the counter, and adding her driver’s license. Tina took them with shaking hands, and tapped more keys on her keyboard. She handed the credit card and driver’s license back to Tabbi, who took them, brushing against the other woman’s hand.

Tina moaned softly at Tabbi’s touch. “If you want much more where that came from, Tina, you know where I’ll be tonight,” she said, then laughed and turned towards the elevator. Tina waved at Tabbi’s and Crystal’s backs, a gobstruck expression on her face.

The two of them rode up in a packed elevator, squeezed in next to a pinch-faced woman in an expensive suit. As the elevator emptied out, except for the three of them, the woman grew increasingly relaxed. By the 31st floor, where the woman was getting off, she looked like she was about to melt out of her skirt, right then and there.

Before the woman in the suit got off, Tabbi whispered, “There’s one more floor. You know where I’ll be tonight.” The woman moaned and nodded. When the elevator doors opened, she lurched out, a dazed look on her face.

Less than a minute later, the elevator doors opened again, on the 32nd and last floor. There was a short hallway that had four doors along its sides, but those were irrelevant. It all led to the door at the end of the hall, the main room of the penthouse suite.

Tabbi inserted her key card, and opened the door. Crystal trundled in after her, luggage in hand. The blond bimbo gasped at what lay within.

It was a vast room, facing towards the setting sun, with a huge window letting in all the light. Every color in the room was bright and warm as all hell: yellows, oranges, reds. There were three descending tiers, going down to a bar right by the window.

“Perfect,” Tabbi pronounced. “Put that down over there, slut, and let’s get started.” Crystal scurried to obey her new Mistress.

There was a timid knock at the door, and Tabbi opened it to find the woman from the elevator standing there. Her red hair was disheveled, and she seemed to have torn her skirt in the process of masturbating. Which she was still doing, right in the open, for the whole world to see.

Tabbi stepped aside wordlessly, and the suit-clad woman staggered in, cheeks aflame and fingers buried deep in her pussy.

“Think you want to be my slave, whore?” Tabbi said, drawing the woman in closer. The woman moaned and nodded.

“Take my clothes off, Crystal,” Tabbi commanded. Crystal scurried to obey, and soon Tabbi stood before the other two women in all of her chocolate-skinned glory. The redhead moaned again, and fell on her knees.

“What’s your name, whore?” Tabbi asked.

“Deborah,” the redhead moaned.

Tabbi stroked her chin and said, “Not anymore. Your name is Debbi, and you call me Mistress. Now, eat my pussy, Debbi.”

Debbi obeyed immediately, licking at her Mistress’s cunt. Tabbi leaned back against a couch and sighed. “Crystal, call Audrey and tell her to come down here,” she said, over her shoulder.

There was another timid knock on the door, and Tabbi said, “Enter.” Tina, the brown-haired receptionist, stepped through the door hesitantly. As soon as she entered the room, she took a big sniff, moaned, and passed out on the floor.

But Tabbi didn’t have much time for that, because Debbi was bringing her to climax. Tabbi braced herself, spread her legs wide, and orgasmed.

A veritable torrent of cum drenched Debbi’s face. When Tabbi looked down at her new slave, she could barely tell where Debbi’s eyes were. “Lick it all off,” Tabbi commanded, and Debbi obeyed.

For a second, Tabbi thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, because every time Debbi ate some of the cum, her breasts seemed to grow a bit. But, no, it wasn’t a trick. Debbi was definitely growing a bigger rack. By the time the redhead had finished eating all of Tabbi’s cum, her chest was at least as big as Debbi’s.

“Um, Debbi feels, like, weird,” Debbi said, as her hair started growing out a few feet. Then she giggled, and said, “Actually, I just feel great! Thank you, Mistress!”

“You’re welcome, slut,” Tabbi said, patting Debbi on the head. “Now, I think we need to deal with Tina over here. Crystal, Debbi, pick her up and bring her to the other side of this couch.”

Her slaves obeyed immediately, while Tabbi just sat down on the couch and watched. They picked Tina up, one under each arm, and hauled her over to Tabbi’s crotch. As soon as they released her, she fell forward, right into Tabbi’s pussy.

Tina groaned, and Tabbi pressed the brunette’s head deeper into her crotch. As Tabbi’s next slave regained consciousness, her tongue began fluttering in and out of her mouth. Tabbi moaned, and spread her legs further, to allow Tina even more access.

It turned out that Tina was a surprisingly good pussylicker, and in less than a minute, Tabbi moaned and climaxed, squirting cum all over Tina. “Lick it off,” Tabbi said, a tinge of exhaustion in her voice. “Eat all of it.”

Soon, Tina stood next to Debbi and Crystal, beaming and unbelievably sexy. The three of them, blond, redhead, and brunette, formed most of the parts of the hair rainbow. All that was left was…

Knock. Knock.

An excitedly chattering Crystal escorted Audrey into the room. Tabbi smiled. She had a good idea what color Audrey’s hair actually was. Or, rather, what color her hair was going to be.

The following morning

Mistress Tabbi and her four slaves left the Hilton in style, clad in spandex, latex, and, in only Mistress Tabbi’s case, a good bit of leather. Tina checked them out and quit her job, all with one trip to a confused supervisor. At the front door, a limo, driven by a young Ukrainian woman, awaited their pleasure.

Debbi easily maneuvered the dazed and confused driver into the passenger seat, and took the wheel herself. When Mistress Tabbi had the time, she would take care of Irina here. For now, though, she had other priorities.

Off they went, leaving a horde of confused guests and staff in their wake. At least one or two of them felt an inexplicable need to find the statuesque black woman who had led that troop of bimbos. Sooner or later, they would.

About twenty-five minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of Lord’s Artistry, which was just opening for business. The owner, Virginia Lord herself, came out to meet her apparently wealthy new client.

Surrounded by her willing servants, Mistress Tabbi led a suddenly woozy Virginia inside. Audrey flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and put the shutters down on all the windows. Crystal trailed behind, holding a suitcase full of fun things.

At the back of the store, on a raised dais, stood the leather armchair from which Virginia’s father had apparently run his empire. Tina and Debbi lifted it up, and set it down behind their Mistress. Tabbi took her throne.

“Cuffs,” she said, and Debbi took a pair of handcuffs out of Crystal’s suitcase. They weren’t the fuzzy sort one might use with a lover. This was the sort police officers used, hard and cold and metallic. Debbi pulled Virginia’s arms behind her and fastened the cuffs around the shop owner’s wrists. Virginia seemed blissfully unaware.

In the background of all this, Audrey reentered the front door, carrying the limo driver, who had passed out from longing for her future Mistress. Tabbi gestured to a work bench with a huge pile of cloth, and Audrey nodded.

Returning to the business at hand, Tabbi leaned down and slapped her boss in the face.

“God damn, I have been waiting to do that for fucking ever,” Tabbi said, as Virginia gasped and came to her senses. She looked around her in shock, and whimpered, “Who- who are you? What do you w- want? There’s, there’s cash in the back, lots of it.”

“That’s the least of what I want, and it’s the least I’m going to get,” Tabbi said, taking Little Miss Trust Fund by the scruff of her neck. “But don’t you recognize me, Ms. Lord? I just slaved away for you at barely any money at all. For four fucking years, I did all the fucking work for you, you spoiled fucking brat.

“Now we’re both getting what we deserve.” Tabbi unbuckled the leather bottom that hid her crotch, and revealed her pussy, in all of its glory. “Take a whiff of that, bitch, and know that when you’re my pussylicking fuckslave, I’m gonna love every second of it. I’ll make you beg to be my lowest servant, and you’ll love every second of that.

“And all because you couldn’t give me fucking dental.” Tabbi grinned down at her prisoner. “So thanks for that, Ms. Lord. You can take this job and shove it up your ass.” She looked thoughtful for a second. “Although I’ve got something else to put up your ass, so there might not be room.”

Tabbi gestured to Debbi and Tina, and they shoved Virginia forward, toppling her straight into Tabbi’s cunt. “Ooooh yes,” Tabbi moaned, as she held Virginia in place, pushing her deeper into her cunt. “You’re gonna be so dirty, you fucking piece of shit.”

It wasn’t exactly the best pussylicking session Tabbi had experienced, particularly when compared with the last 24 hours. But it was much more satisfying than any of last night’s orgy had been, on an emotional level. It felt like she was repaying all the times Virginia Lord had fucked her over. It felt like a big fucking victory.

Tabbi arched her back and orgasmed, shooting cum all over Virginia’s face. The humiliated businesswoman reeled back, as Tabbi looked on in triumph. “Eat it,” she said. “Eat all of it, you fucking bitch. Eat it, goddamnit, or I’ll ream you out like a dead fucking cow.”

Virginia meekly obeyed, licking up all the cum she could reach. Debbi and Tina scraped the rest off with spoons, and took turns serving it to their new sister. Bit by bit, Ginni grew into her new body, busting out of her expensive business suit. Her fellow pussyslaves took off its remnants, then turned to look at their Mistress.

“Get the rest of it out,” Mistress Tabbi said, remaining in her seat. She looked down at the wretched bimbo at her feet. “You didn’t think that was all, did you? You’re not leaving this building with even the slightest shred of intelligence. You’ll be nothing but an eager slave with bubbles for brains for the rest of your fucking life, bitch.”

Debbi and Tina returned with two dildos and several water bottles filled with cum. “Ginni, you fucking bitch, this is going to be the ride of your goddamn life.” Mistress Tabbi opened one of the bottles, and took a big whiff of it.

“Ah, can you smell that lovely scent, Ginni? You know what that is? Do you, you fucking bitch?” Tabbi screamed at her latest bimbo. “That’s the smell of your brains melting down and dribbling out of your ears. When I’m done with you, you’ll be so stupid, you won’t be able to put your clothes on.”

She took the larger dildo and dipped it into the water bottle. It came out coated with cum, but that was nowhere near enough. Mistress Tabbi upended the bottle over Ginni’s mouth, and rotated the dildo to get an even coating. With a gesture, Audrey and Tina brought Ginni to her feet, and Debbi spread the bimbo’s legs wide.

Mistress Tabbi rammed the lubricated dildo deep into Ginni’s asshole. The bimbo screamed as it entered that virgin orifice, but none of the other women in the room cared. Her three captors merely rotated her, so that Mistress Tabbi would have access to Ginni’s cunt.

With a huge smile on her face, Mistress Tabbi shoved the other dildo, cum coating and all, deep into Ginni’s pussy. Audrey and Tina brought the dazed and aroused bimbo to her knees once more.

“Eat me, bitch,” Mistress Tabbi said, and plunged Ginni’s head between her legs again. Ginni obeyed with more alacrity this time, but even when her Mistress had cum five times (and Ginni three), it still wasn’t enough.

Mistress Tabbi held her bimbo’s head between her legs for at least thirty minutes, this time. After twenty orgasms, she kind of lost track. But certainly by the end of it, she had coated Ginni’s face with a thick layer of cum. Only Ginni’s mouth was visible, beneath Mistress Tabbi’s deposits.

Bit by bit, Ginni’s tongue licked off the cum, and it disappeared down her throat. With the help of the other bimbos, it all vanished, and Ginni was left, naked, by herself, kneeling before her Mistress.

“Tee hee!” she said.

Tabbi took a little while to admire what she’d done, thanks to Dr. Joseph and some very obedient bimbos. Ginni was truly a work of art. If there were awards for bimbos, she’d sweep them with this piece of tits and ass.

Where Tabbi and her bimbos were well-endowed, Ginni boasted a pair of tits, each the size of a soccer ball. Where Tabbi and her bimbos were slim and sleek, Ginni was shockingly thin, with a waist that would probably measure about ten inches. Where Tabbi and her bimbos had well-rounded asscheeks, Ginni had more junk in her trunk than ten garbage trucks. Where Tabbi and her bimbos had a spark (or two) of intelligence in their eyes, Ginni looked out onto the world without a single iota of understanding, beyond…

“Mistress,” Ginni moaned, and lunged forward at Mistress Tabbi’s pussy. Tabbi swatted her away, and crossed her legs. She’d had more than enough out of Ginni for today. There was plenty to be had in the future. In the meantime, there was another matter that needed taking care of.

“Bring me Rina,” she told Debbi and Audrey. They nodded, and went over to the makeshift bed currently being used by the Ukrainian limo driver. All the fumes of cum had rendered her both woozy and horny, so she stumbled down the aisle towards the throne, both hands pumping between her legs.

“Rina, you may eat me,” Mistress Tabbi said, in a much kinder voice. Unlike Ginni, Tabbi had nothing against this girl. But she would be needing a chauffeur, and who better than someone with real experience? If that chauffeur could also lick pussy like a champion, so much the better.

One month later

“I guess this is one mountain that won’t be coming to me, eh?” Dr. Joseph said as Crystal pulled into the mansion’s driveway. The bimbo looked at him, puzzled, but he didn’t expect anything less out of her. If he’d been interested in conversation from Dr. Golden, he would’ve put her into Room 4, like Ms. White.

They stepped out into the bright and sunny day, as far away from the city as Ms. White had been able to manage in her short time atop her new business empire. Both of them treasured their privacy, and their servants didn’t care, as long as they got to fuck. It was certainly harder for neighbors’ tongues to wag if they couldn’t see anything.

Dr. Joseph knocked on the front door three times, and two of Ms. White’s bimbos opened it for him. He and his bimbos passed through, into a marvelously debauched foyer.

An Indian bimbo was grinding herself against a dildo mounted on the wall, tits shaking in time with her thrusts. A redhead and a Hispanic bimbo were 69ing behind a large potted plant, and as for the rest of the room…

Well, he was going to have to find a way around the seething mass of arms, legs, heads, and tits that occupied the majority of the room. He and his bimbos edged along the wall, holding hands so that they wouldn’t feel tempted to join the orgy.

After a few minutes, they got past the tangled pile of bimbos and reached the stairs. These were far from unoccupied, too, though the way was unobstructed. As Dr. Joseph and his bimbos walked up the stairs, they passed a platinum-blond African bimbo being reamed out by a brunette with a strap-on. There was plenty more of that to go around before they reached the top of the stairs.

The hall in which they found themselves was blessedly free of orgies, both large and small. Dr. Joseph could hear them happening behind several doors, but that was none of his concern. All he cared about was the room at the end of the hallway.

Twin bimbos with staffs stood on each side of the double doors that led into that room, and as Dr. Joseph approached, they flung the doors open. Executing a precise series of steps, they preceded the Doctor and his bimbos, then rapped their staffs against the floor.

“Your 3 o’clock, Mistress,” they said in unison, and stepped aside to let Dr. Joseph and his bimbos through.

This room had been a formal dining room when it was built, but now it was, apparently, Mistress Tabbi’s office. Leave it to a history major to have all sorts of pompous notions of pageantry stuffed in her head. She sat at the other end of the long room, on a raised dais, with an ornate wooden desk before her.

“Welcome, Dr. Joseph,” Tabbi said. “Asshole, bring the good Doctor a chair.” A Japanese bimbo with elaborate tattoos on her buttcheeks bowed and moved a leather armchair in front of Tabbi’s desk. The Mistress herself did not stir from where she sat.

“A fine home you’ve made,” he said, taking the seat. It didn’t seem to have anything wet on it, though it wouldn’t surprise him if some leftover cum had gotten into the cracks.

“For now,” she said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. “I assume that’s part of why you’re here.”

“Well, yes. It’s hard enough sharing this city with the ordinary harems, but I don’t think we’d get along well for very long in close proximity.”

Tabbi handed a folder to a petite yet buxom redhead, who carried it out of the room. “As it happens, I agree,” she said. “That’s why I’m in the process of liquidating most of my investments here. I’ll be moving a bit further away, to a city with lots of potential.”

“And where might that be?” he asked.

“I was thinking of New York City,” she replied. “Just think of all the weird people who live there, and all the girls who think they’ll ‘make it’ in New York. We’ll fit in perfectly. Plus, I’ve always liked upstate New York a good bit.”

“Getting in on the New York real estate market can be pretty tough,” he pointed out. “Not to mention the underworld, which is crowded as all hell.”

“You don’t need to worry about any of that,” Tabbi said languidly. She punched a button on the desk, and the panel in the middle of the desk slid aside, to reveal a Chinese bimbo sucking her off. “Mei-ling here used to work for a big real estate firm, and she’s got a lot of contacts she’s going to use on my behalf.”

“Well, good luck to you,” Dr. Joseph said. “You said ‘most’ of your investments. Are there some you’re planning to maintain?”

“Some of them have sentimental value to me, like the Riverview Hilton,” she said. “I’m willing to make them co-investments, if you feel uneasy. At the very least, you can use them most of the time.”

“Maybe I will,” he replied. “I don’t really mind. But that’s not the only business I want to discuss today.”

“The new girl there?” she said, gesturing to the confused Mexican bimbo standing behind his chair.

“Yes. Tabbi, meet Flora.” The Mexican girl smiled, as if she could do anything but smile. “She is, as you said, new. So if you wouldn’t mind terribly, she could use some discipline.“

“No, of course not,” Mistress Tabbi said. “She might be slightly worse for the wear, though.”

“As long as she’s in one piece,” Dr. Joseph replied.

“Good,” Mistress Tabbi said. She moaned and climaxed, shooting cum all over Mei-ling’s face. “Flora. Flora. Come here and lick this off Mei-ling.”

Flora looked confused, but she obeyed. Soon, she was on her knees, licking her new Mistress’s cum off the other slave. “She’ll do quite well, though I think she should be wearing more suitable clothing.”

“I’ve got my eye on a very nice girl,” Dr. Joseph noted. “I was thinking you might be interested.”

“And what about her might be interesting to me?” Tabbi asked.

“She’s full-blooded Cherokee, apparently,” he said. “Quite a firecracker. I was thinking about making her into a chauffeur, but I think she’s a natural lesbian. You might enjoy her.”

Tabbi looked thoughtful. “I think you might be right. Why don’t you send her over, and we’ll see about it?”

“Done,” he said. “I’ll have her out here tomorrow.”

Mistress Tabbi stood and reached across the desk to shake Dr. Joseph’s hand. “A pleasure doing business with you, Doc. By the way, do your girls have anyone to lick their pussies for them?”

“Well, they do that for each other,” Dr. Joseph said, “but I think I know where you’re going with this, and I’d be happy to accept.”

“Asshole,” Mistress Tabbi said. “You can call yourself Keiko now. Go with Dr. Joseph here, and obey him as if he were me.” The Japanese bimbo bowed and walked over to Crystal, giggling excitedly.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you to, Ms. White,” Dr. Joseph said. “I hope we can be this amicable in the future.”

“I think we can manage that,” she replied.

“Dawn should be here by the end of business tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder, as he walked out of the room. Mistress Tabbi just gave him a thumbs up, and held out a hand to one of her right-hand bimbos. “Audrey, let me have the cuffs for the slave here. Let’s get started on breaking her down.”

By the time Dr. Joseph left the hall, he could already hear the slave formerly known as Flora screaming in pain and pleasure. “She really does good work,” he said meditatively. “She did a number on you, Crystal.” The blond bimbo grinned uneasily. She remembered all her time as Mistress Tabbi’s slave.

The orgies were still happening as Dr. Joseph and his bimbos left, but the participants were different. The giant orgy in the foyer seemed to center around a beleaguered Korean bimbo, who had two large dildos shoved up her ass and pussy. Her fellow bimbos seemed to be trying to cover every inch of her flesh with their grasping hands, and they were doing a pretty good job of it.

The bimbo doorkeepers let Dr. Joseph and his bimbos out through the front door, and they stepped out into the sunlight. Crystal hurried ahead to start the car, as Dr. Joseph and his newest bimbo followed behind at a more sedate pace. He stroked his chin, and pondered the good fortune that had brought Tabbi to his office.

“Well, that’s life,” he said musingly. “Ride in the backseat with me, Keiko, and let’s see if your experience licking pussies translates to cocks.”