The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As soon as Amanda’s father’s car had turned out of the drive and before the two women had reached the locked front door of the school, Miss Parker’s hand was fully inside Amanda’s rear pocket gently feeling the firm arse below. “It’s so nice to see you again, Honey.” Miss Parker said softly and with real affection as Amanda turned her face and their lips met.

“I parked the car round the side.” Miss Parker said as their welcome was broken. Wait by the cases and I’ll fetch it. Amanda returned to her abandoned luggage. She stood there nervously holding the envelope containing more money than she had ever seen before in her life and heard the sound of a car pulling around the side of the building, not the staid Ford that Miss Parker usually drove to school but a gleaming silver Mercedes sports convertible with the top down. The car skidded to a halt on the gravel and Amanda heard the boot unlock as Miss Parker said with obvious pride. “Nice isn’t she.” Amanda agreed and just about managed to squeeze her things into the boot before joining Miss Parker. “Buckle up, Honey.” Miss Parker said and, as soon as she had, Miss Parker set off at an alarming speed down the drive, a plume of gravel thrown up in her wake. Miss Parker’s, or more accurately Miss Wiseman’s cottage was about 15 miles away just outside a small sleepy village and the roads to there where quiet and winding and Miss Parker let the Merc have its head, sliding into the corners she knew so well. So well in fact that she could negotiate most one handed leaving the other to stroke Amanda’s thigh. Amanda enjoyed the thrill and the feel of the wind taking her hair but would have liked to have asked Miss Parker to slow down just a little, but didn’t.

In very little time they pulled up with an accompanying screech of rubber outside the most gorgeous country cottage; all white walls and climbing roses. “Get the gate, Honey.” Miss Parker said and Amanda got out of the car and opened the white 5 bar gate inwards and held it until Miss Parker had brought the car on to the drive and got out. Amanda went to the boot to retrieve her bags but Miss Parker said. “Leave those for the maid, Honey.” She leant into the car and gave 2 quick blasts on the horn before removing the keys.

“Maid?” Amanda questioned.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Miss Parker answered knowing full well that she hadn’t. “With Heather gone I simply need someone around to cook and clean, you couldn’t possibly think I could do those sorts of things.”

Looking longingly at Miss Parker, who even after the rapid car journey still seemed as fresh as a daisy, Amanda had to concede that she couldn’t ever imagine Miss Parker doing anything so mundane.

“Where is that girl!” Miss Parker fumed. “If she’s in my bed playing with herself again and neglecting her chores she’s in for a real spanking.”

Leaving the car with boot up Miss Parker headed inside the cottage, the door was unlocked and so presumably the maid was around somewhere. Dropping the car keys into a bowl on the small table in the hall, Miss Parker called out “Mary, where in heavens name are you?”

Amanda heard the unmistakable sound of heels on wood and heard a voice call from upstairs. “Sorry, Mistress. I was cleaning the bathroom and didn’t hear you come back.” The voice was quickly followed by a woman who was wearing what Amanda supposed was a French Maid’s uniform consisting of a short black satin dress with a scooped neckline that just exposed the top of her black bra cups. Her black silk stocking tops could easily be seen below the very short hem, which along with the neckline and short puff sleeves were trimmed with white lace and around her neck was a matching white lace choker. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a lose ponytail held with a white scrunchy. Around her waist was a small lace trimmed white satin apron that was tied in a large bow behind her back with large white satin ribbons. Her feet wore a pair of black leather ankle boots with 5-inch heels and in her hand was a long feather duster.

“I’m sure you remember Mary.” Miss Parker said even as the maids identity dawned on her. It was the girl who 5 years ago had met her and her parents on Amanda’s first day at school. Mary was made the ‘Head Girl’ during Amanda’s second year and left school the following summer with straight A’s and went to one of the Oxbridge colleges, much to the delight of the headmistress who held her out as a perfect role model for all the girls. Amanda had laughed to herself at this knowing what a stuck up cow Mary really was. And now here she was dressed like she was auditioning for some West End farce or probably more accurately some Soho strip joint.

By this time Mary had reached the bottom of the stairs and after performing an extremely elegant curtsey, especially considering the height of her heels, stood brushing imaginary creases from her skirt and apron. “Welcome home, Mistress.” Mary said with a slight French inflection. “Thank you, Mary.” Miss Parker said. “This is the house guest I was telling you about, Miss Amanda Levres.”

Something about that name rang a distant bell with Mary but she couldn’t remember her. Her very good French however made her look at Amanda’s mouth and she had to agree that she was well named.

“You will attend to my guest’s wishes as if they were mine, Mary. And unless instructed otherwise you will address her at all times as ‘Miss Amanda.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Mary acknowledged then turning to Amanda said “Welcome, Miss Amanda.”

“Miss Amanda’s bags need collecting from the car. Take them to her room and after you have brought us tea on the terrace you may unpack them.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Mary said with another curtsey and headed out through the front door. Amanda watched her go with a look of total incredulity on her face that made Miss Parker laugh. Then Miss Parker’s words to her maid sank in. “My room?”

“Yes, Honey. Your room.” Miss Parker said and watched as Amanda’s face fell as she said. “Oh I sort of though, you know that we would.”

“Share the same room?” Miss Parker finished the sentence for her. “Don’t worry, Honey there is no law that says you have to sleep, or not sleep, in your own room, but propriety demands you have the choice.” Before Amanda could express her rapidly changing feelings Miss Parker took her arm and said “Come and see the garden, Honey.”

Miss Parker led Amanda into a comfortable wooden floored room with 2 large sofas and a couple of old armchairs, a writing desk and a small table that held an old TV and video. The far wall of the room had French windows that looked out onto a large well manicured lawn. The lawn was bordered with bedding plants and was totally surrounded by a 10-foot hedge ensuring privacy for any occupant. Just outside the French windows was a small paved patio with a green metal table and chairs. A large parasol was held up by a thick wooden pole that went through the centre of the table and the chairs all sported green and white striped cushions. Miss Parker pulled aside the door and indicated that Amanda should sit. When both women were seated opposite each other Amanda suddenly remembered the envelope. She held it out to Miss Parker saying “Here you better put this somewhere safe I don’t like having responsibility for this much money.”

Miss Parker made no move to take the proffered cash saying. “Then you had better get to like it, that’s yours.”

“Mine!” Amanda gasped.

“Of course.” Miss Parker said with her winning smile. “First thing tomorrow morning we hit the shops. If you are going to be ‘Hypnotica Queen of the Universe.’ The least you can do is dress like it.”

The name brought a flush to Amanda’s cheeks as she remembered Miss Parker exposing her foolish attempt to hypnotise her but soon recovered as she thought about spending £1000. ‘Could you spend £1000 in a day?’ Amanda thought, then looked at Miss Parker’s exquisite dress and knew you could, very easily.

Just at that moment Mary arrived carrying a silver tray on which were 2 china cups on saucers, a small matching milk jug and a silver teapot. Mary stood between the 2 women and, with straight legs, leant over and placed the tray on the table. “Thank you, Mary. You may pour.” Miss Parker said as she ran her hand up the back of Mary’s legs feeling the encasing silky stockings. “Mary likes to be stroked, don’t you Mary?” Miss Parker said grinning at Amanda.

“Yes, Mistress.” Mary replied although to Amanda’s ear she wasn’t sure Mary really agreed.

With the tea poured and the cups placed in front of Miss Parker and Amanda, Mary stood upright once more and turned to Miss Parker. “Will that be all, Mistress?”

“For now.” Miss Parker said her long red fingernails sliding beneath Mary’s skirt. “I may have something for you to do after you have unpacked Miss Amanda’s bags. Await me in my room.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” Mary said as she curtseyed, turned and headed inside.

“Is that really Mary Chambers?” Amanda asked.

“Oh yes.” Miss Parker explained. “She was head girl the first year I started at the school, the year after you started I believe. She was my first convert at the school, I always say if you are going to do something properly start at the top, although I quite often go lower.” Miss Parker had a really lude way of saying some things.

“Once I’d hypnotised her I found that she wanted to be a successful business woman who would lord it over her minion employees. In her entranced state I convinced her that such domination would come at a cost. A cost she was only too willing to agree to. So I gave her the hard edge she would need to succeed at what she had chosen and indeed she has, she is currently running one of the top fashion houses in Paris.”

“And the price?” Amanda asked.

“Oh I thought that was obvious.” Miss Parker replied. “I convinced her that to fully appreciate what true dominance was, she would have to spend 3 weeks each year being totally subservient. Otherwise that sharpness would fade leaving her at the mercy of all the people she had stepped on to get were ever she is.”

“Not true of course.” Miss Parker added with a wicked grin. “But so nice to have staff you can rely on totally. I do believe she got married last Autumn to some pseudo French aristocrat or other. Probably making his life a complete hell but ever since she left for University she has come here for 3 weeks to recharge her dominant self.”

“You mean she’s not hypnotised, now?” Amanda asked

“Of course not, Honey. What fun would there be in that. I assume you do remember her, she wasn’t easy to forget.”

“Oh I remember Mary.” Amanda said unable to hide the bitterness, and went on to tell Miss Parker all about her first day at school and how the endearing Mary had treated her like dirt as soon as her parents had left; leaving her all alone in a strange place.

“Well.” Miss Parker said as she sipped her tea. “Why don’t you go and check how our little maid is managing with your luggage.”

Amanda smiled wickedly at the idea and was about to stand when Miss Parker said “Oh there’s just one thing you should know, during the whole time of her stay Mary is not allowed to cum.”

“What a whole 3 weeks!” Amanda said, aghast at the prospect. “I couldn’t go 3 days!”

“Ah,” Miss Parker explained sweetly. “But you don’t have to; she already has.”

“Does she enjoy being humiliated like this?” Amanda asked always eager to learn.

“No, Honey. She hates it to the core of her soul. She’s not even Bi in her ‘real’ world.” Miss Parker said and peals of laughter could be heard floating in through the open window of the guest bedroom

In that very room Mary was taking out each individual item of clothing and, trying to ignore how cheap and sometimes downright tacky they were, folded them neatly and placed them on several different piles separating jumpers, skirts, jeans, tops and underwear. The two dresses Amanda had brought, a nice enough cotton sundress if you liked ‘catalogue clothes’ and a short black jersey ‘cocktail dress’, Mary had hung on pink quilted hangers which she placed in the wardrobe.

“Hello, Mary.” Amanda called from the door and was rewarded with the cutest curtsey and a “Hello, Miss Amanda.” Amanda found she quite liked being called ‘Miss, Amanda’. It brought to her mind ‘Gone With The Wind’.

“Can I help you with anything, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked in her slight French accent.

“You don’t remember me, do you, Mary?” Amanda asked knowing that small redheaded girls had been beneath Mary’s notice.

“Your name sounds familiar, Miss Amanda. But I can’t quite place you. You haven’t stayed with my Mistress before have you?” Mary groped.

“No.” Amanda stated flatly. “We met on my first day at school, you were the prefect assigned to look after me.”

Amanda was gratified to see a slight colouring on Mary’s cheek as she stuttered. “Er, I don’t suppose I was very nice to you, Miss Amanda.”

“You were an absolute cow.” Amanda informed her maid forcefully.

“I’m sorry, Miss Amanda.” Mary tried to apologise but was stopped by Amanda who continued. “Never mind that’s all in the past, then you were miss high and mighty and I was just another snotty nosed waif, whereas now...” Amanda didn’t finish the sentence preferring Mary to make her own conclusion.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked solicitously but spoiled it by adding. “Only I need to finish unpacking your bag so I may await my Mistress’s bidding.”

“I think I’ll take a shower, Mary. Please show me to the bathroom.” Amanda said as if the idea had just come to her.

“Yes, Miss Amanda. Please come this way.” Mary said leading the way out of the guest room and passed what Amanda assumed to be Miss Parker’s room to a small door at the end of the corridor. Mary opened the door and waited for Amanda to enter, pleased that this was all the new guest wanted. It wasn’t of course, but Amanda didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

The bathroom was not exactly what Amanda expected in such an old house, true the room was large for a bathroom and the bath was the old ceramic type that stands on 4 small gold plated legs cast to look like dolphins and all the taps had 4 spoke tops although the ones on the bath also had a gold plated shower head cradled on what looked like an old telephone receiver. The floor also was traditionally tiled in black and white squares. No what caught Amanda’s eye was the fact that every wall was mirrored from floor to ceiling, and she noted so was the ceiling.

“Help me undress.” Amanda said, her voice calm and controlling.

Without any sign that this was exactly what Mary had feared might happen she replied politely “Yes, Miss Amanda.”

Amanda leant against the cold mirrored surface and with her hand felt the lace on Mary’s skirt. “This is a very pretty outfit, Mary. It really suits you.” Amanda said honestly. Mary had never been so insulted in all her life; how could a cheap black nylon dress with scratchy lace suit her. Mary was, as the head of a Paris fashion house, used to wearing the finest clothes whereas when she made her pilgrimage, for that is how she defined it to herself, her Mistress made her wear such awful clothes, even her stockings and panties were nylon. ‘It’s a wonder I don’t electrocute myself with static.’ Mary thought silently but said. “Thank you, Miss Amanda.”

With her eyes alone Amanda indicated to Mary that she should start with her boots. Obediently Mary knelt at Amanda’s feet and gently lifted Amanda’s foot a few inches, one hand cupping the back of Amanda’s heel the other gripping the 3-inch spike. With small sideways movements Mary succeeded in removing what she considered to be the very poor quality item, the hand that had supported the back staying in the same place so as to catch Amanda’s heel as the boot slid off, she placed the boot neatly to one side as she returned Amanda’s foot to the cold tiled floor. The process was repeated and now Mary stood and took Amanda’s silent instruction to remove her skirt. The Denim was thick and hard and fitted so tight Mary needed to almost kneel once more to remove it, revealing as she did so Amanda’s white silk panties, much nicer than Mary had imagined they would be. As Amanda stepped out of her skirt Mary retrieved it and folded it neatly and placed it on top of the wicker clothesbasket. Taking hold of either side of Amanda’s cotton vest Mary started to lift it and Amanda raised her arms to allow the slightly taller maid to remove it making her hair fall a little unruly, cascading over her shoulders almost covering her firming nipples. Mary was quite well aware of her Mistress’s guest’s mounting arousal and found her self following suit despite her best efforts to ignore it.

“And the panties.” Amanda said flatly and without a word Mary started to peel the soft material away from Amanda pussy and arse, not helped by Amanda clenching her buttocks and trapping them making Mary pull them loose. Amanda stepped out of the newly removed underwear and Mary was just about to add them to the pile when Amanda said. “Do you think they need washing, Mary?”

“I suppose so, Miss Amanda.” Mary said sounding unsure where this was going.

“Hadn’t you better check? I assume laundry is your department?”

“Yes, Miss Amanda.” Mary answered and started to look critically at the white silk panties in her hand.

“Not like that, Mary. You need to smell them, see if the are musky?”

Gingerly Mary lifted the soft panties to her nose and sniffed and smelt the aroma of pussy and ass mingling just as it did when she.. No she shouldn’t think about things like that. Mary tried to stop the sensations but couldn’t even as she removed the panties from her nose and informed her young mistress that she did think they needed washing she could still sense the redheads obvious arousal.

“They are my very best pair, Mary. I want you to wash them by hand until they smell clean and fresh. You will check wont you?”

Mary inwardly sneered at the thought that such cheaply made undies could be this woman’s ‘very best pair’ but in her subservient roll she had to say “Yes, Miss Amanda. I will check. Will that be all, Miss Amanda?”

“Do you want me to scold myself, Mary?” Amanda asked rhetorically. “Of course you don’t so please adjust the water so that it’s nice and warm.”

With the now repetitive “Yes, Miss Amanda.” That Amanda still found exciting Mary leant over the side of the bath and turned both taps letting the water flow through until the temperature was just right then pushing the plunger that diverted the water into the showerhead, only just grabbing it before it sprayed all over the floor, all the while acutely aware of Amanda’s hand stroking the back of her thigh.

Amanda held out her hand and Mary held it with her left as her right pointed the showerhead into the bath. With what she hoped was grace and aplomb Amanda climbed into the bath and released Mary’s hand. Mary held out the showerhead but Amanda said. “I think my hair could do with a good wash, Mary. Do it for me please.” As the bath stood a good 5-inches from the floor Mary realised she would have to stretch to wet Amanda’s hair and asked her if she wouldn’t mind sitting.

“Oh I’m sure there is a better way.” Amanda said as her plan began to bear fruit. She held out her hand to Mary who, having been a maid for 3 weeks a year for so many years knew what the young Miss wanted her to do. “Shall I undress, Miss Amanda?” Mary asked sending a thrill of excitement through Amanda’s whole body at the thought of another woman asking if she should undress for her and knowing that she wouldn’t let her. “No, Mary you will do very nicely as you are.” Amanda breathed. Reluctantly Mary climbed into the bath with her mistress trying to point the shower away from her. “Careful where you spray that water, Mary.” Amanda reminded her. “It will take you ages to mop it up afterwards.” Although the thought of seeing Mary on her hands and knees mopping the floor with a towel was a new thought for Amanda and she found she quite liked it.

“Yes, Miss Amanda” Mary said as with the metal heel tips of her little black boots clicking against the ceramic bath she turned to face Amanda.

“Turn around please, Miss Amanda, I don’t want to get this in your eyes.” Mary said as she raised the shower letting water run off Amanda’s stomach and down through her pussy hairs before running off her legs. Amanda turned and now the water was playing over her backside the small jets finding their way between her cheeks. Amanda felt the spray move up her back, always pointing down until it was finally running through her hair teasing it into separate strands darkening it’s natural redness almost to black. Amanda felt Mary’s hand on her forehead pulling her fringe into the stream protecting her face from the flowing water. Amanda let her head bend slightly forward so that at least part of the flow fell across her now aching breasts.

Suddenly the water stopped and in the mirror in front of her Amanda saw Mary unscrew the top of a shampoo bottle and pour some out into her hand. Amanda wondered what Mary had done with the shower and then saw it, clenched between her thighs, the water soaking into her dark silky stockings. Amanda watched in the mirror as Mary rubbed the shampoo over her hands then lifted them to Amanda’s head. Amanda leant her head back luxuriating in the feel of Mary’s fingers smearing the scented soap through her tresses. Soon those same fingers were massaging Amanda’s scalp and locks brining forth an aromatic foam that fell softly onto Mary’s skin and dress, the lather soaking into the cheap nylon fabric. Amanda arched her back as Mary got more and more of Amanda’s hair in her hands kneading it, squeezing the lather out so if fell down Amanda’s back and over her cheeks. Amanda let her arse start to rub against the front of Mary’s now well lubricated dress, sliding teasingly against her pussy. Amanda felt the lacy neckline of Mary’s dress brush her shoulder blades and then the unmistakable feel of firm breasts pushing against her back the soap suds soaking her dress and bra. Amanda wanted her to put her arms around her and play with her nipples but Mary was still massaging the shampoo into Amanda’s hair.

“Let me rinse it through, Miss Amanda.” Mary said as she retrieved the shower from between her thighs. Amanda let her head go back and could still feel Mary up close and personal. With one hand on Amanda’s forehead protecting her eyes Mary let the water cascade through Amanda’s hair running off over her own breasts soaking her dress and bra. As the suds slowly washed away Mary brought her hand backwards smoothing Amanda’s hair with her hand, then placing the shower back between her thighs slowly pulled the hair into a ponytail and gently squeezed out all the excess water. Amanda had to admit it was better than any hair dressing salon she had ever been to.

Unfortunately having driven the 100 miles straight, as neither Amanda nor for that matter her father had wanted to delay seeing Miss Parker even for a few minutes, then taking tea on the terrace and finally having water showering all over her, Amanda found she needed the toilet. “Rinse me off.” Amanda instructed her maid and, with shower in hand once more, Mary obliged.

This was a big mistake and in no time flat Amanda was bursting. “Turn off the water and help me out.” Amanda said as she clenched her teeth, her arse and her pussy. Mary reached around Amanda and stemmed the spray, replaced the showerhead on its cradle and stood holding out her hand to the dripping Amanda.

Amanda nearly lost it as she lifted her leg over the edge of the bath but managed to hang on. “Wait there, I’ll be right back. I don’t want you dripping all over the floor.” Amanda instructed Mary who stood there soaking through, her dress and bra so wet that Amanda could see Mary’s erect nipples straining against the material.

Amanda almost ran to the toilet and sat, but, desperate as she was, she found it very unnerving going with someone in the room with her. “Turn away.” Amanda commanded and Mary obediently obliged only for Amanda to realise that no matter where Mary looked she would be able to see Amanda in the mirrored walls. Closing her legs more than normal Amanda finally released her bladder in a stream, sighing at the lessening tension. In mid flow Amanda looked towards Mary and, clearly visible in the mirror saw warm yellow fluid running down her leg, even as tears flowed down her cheek.

“You dirty little, slut.” Amanda spat, truly appalled at Mary’s behaviour, so appalled in fact that she couldn’t, despite the yearning of her body bring herself to step back in the tub. “Hose yourself down then clean this room, and clean the bath twice!” Amanda ordered as she grabbed a couple of towels and left the room in double quick time.

Amanda was moving so quick she nearly reached her room before she had one of the soft white towels fastened around her and nearly knocked Miss Parker off her feet as she came out of Amanda’s room. “Ah, there you are.” Miss Parker stated. “I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you.”

Miss Parker detected Amanda’s embarrassment and knew that she was not the cause. “Whatever is the matter, Honey?” Miss Parker asked always keen to find chinks in anyone’s armour, even her trainee. “Come and tell, Mommy all about it, Honey.”

Already Amanda felt herself becoming calmer now her Mommy was here to protect her and love her. She allowed Miss Parker to take the other towel, and like a little puppy followed her into the master, or should that be mistress bedroom.

Miss Parker’s room was larger than the one Amanda was using but there was hardly anything in it. The floor was bare polished wood and against one wall was a pine dressing table with drawers down each side and a stool with red velvet upholstery. The bed was, appropriately, Queen size with black wrought iron and brass at the head and foot. The mattress was covered by a single red satin sheet which matched the pillowcases. Standing at the side of the bed Miss Parker picked up one of the pillows and dropped it on the floor. She then took hold of the hem of her dress and slowly slid it up her thighs, revealing the lacy tops of her hold up stockings and her bare shaven pussy. Amanda could almost taste Miss Parker’s arousal as with her skirt lifted to her slender waist she sat on the bed and placed one sandaled foot either side of the pillow. “Come and sit here, Honey and let Mommy dry your hair.”

Amanda lowered herself to the pillow and stretched her legs out in front of her only for Miss Parker to lift her feet and slide the heels between Amanda’s thighs then with minimal pressure parted Amanda’s thighs. She took up the towel and started to gently dab it against Amanda’s damp hair. “You’ll never guess what that slut did!” Amanda assured her teacher.

Unfortunately for Amanda Miss Parker did guess, not the whole story but the punch line as it were. “And you think peeing yourself is something only a slut would do? I’m disappointed in you, Honey.” Miss Parker said, wounding Amanda to her core. “I would have thought that you of all people would understand that one persons meat is another mans poison. And as it happens Mary cannot abide doing it, but she is compelled. Her most embarrassing moment, in her normal life at least, was getting drunk at a party in her first year at university. She fell asleep on this old armchair and awoke to jeers and the knowledge that in her stupor she had wet her self. That shame has stayed with her so much that now if she sees someone pee, she can’t help it but do so herself. So it is really your fault that she did it not hers.”

Amanda was ashamed of herself, for not being more understanding only now did she realise why Mary was crying as she did what she had to do.

“I’m really sorry, Mommy.” Amanda whimpered.

“That’s OK, Honey.” Miss Parker shushed as she started to finger comb Amanda’s rapidly drying locks

“Mommy’s here and loves her little, Honey.”

Amanda loved the feel of her Mommy’s fingers running through her hair, brushing her neck and cheek, listening to her Mommy’s voice, such a sweet soft voice making Amanda relax, drifting, as she felt the fingers brush against her skin, secure in her Mommy’s love. There was nothing to worry about, her Mommy loved her, loved to take her deeper and deeper just listening to her Mommy’s soft sweet voice.

Amanda’s eyes closed at her Mommy’s command and, had Miss Parker not been ready to hold her, would have fallen forward.

“Sorry, Mommy what was that I think I must have been daydreaming.” Amanda said and for some reason a shiver ran down her back as she said it.

“That’s Ok, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she arranged Amanda’s bone-dry hair neatly around her face and shoulders and as she did so happened to stroke her fingers over Amanda’s ear.

“I think all this talking about peeing is getting to me. I think I need to go again.” Amanda said with a smile in her voice.

“Really?” Miss Parker said sounding a little strange, but she didn’t move her feet trapping Amanda where she sat. Once more Miss Parker brushed the lobe of Amanda’s ear and suddenly Amanda was acutely aware of the stress on her bladder not helped in the slightest by Miss Parker’s feet that were preventing her from closing her legs.

“Sorry, Mommy. I really need to pee!” Amanda said putting the palms of her hands on the floor to push herself up but found Miss Parker’s knees, squeezing slightly against her ribs silently telling Amanda to remain where she was.

Miss Parker brought the heel of her left foot back so that it pressed along the lines of Amanda’s labia forcing her attention to the one place she didn’t want to think about.

“Please, Mommy.” Amanda pleaded softly. “I said I was sorry about calling Mary a slut, Mommy.”

“Oh I don’t mind you calling her a slut, in fact the more you do so the more pleased I will be. What made me angry was that you condemned her for doing something that you could have used to control her. That opportunity is now gone which is a pity, imagine.” Miss Parker explained as her fingernails played along the side of Amanda’s throat. “Just imagine making Mary attend you in the bathroom every time you wanted a pee. Pretending you didn’t notice what Mary was having to endure, then you could suggest that instead of attending you she could do something else for you, just think how eagerly she would have complied.” As Miss Parker was saying this she let the heel of her sandal slide gently up and down Amanda’s pussy lips.

“Mommy, I really need to go to the toilet, I’m bursting Mommy.” Amanda said as the pain in her bladder became unbearable.

Miss Parker touched Amanda’s ear lobe and Amanda felt a few drops of liquid escape. “Mommy, Please!” Amanda begged and felt Miss Parker stroke her ear and at the same time the flood started. Amanda expected Miss Parker to move her foot but she didn’t, the thin spike of a heel dividing the stream into 2. Amanda looked down as first the red satin pillow turned wine red before it could no longer absorb Amanda’s piss and it started to run out on to the wooden floor, the puddle expanding before her tear filled eyes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Once it had started there was no way Amanda could stop until the last drops had run down the heel of Miss Parker’s beautiful sandal, her stockings bearing obvious splash marks around the ankle. By now Amanda was sobbing her heart out as much because she had made her Mommy angry as at what to her was her own filthy action.

Through her tears and sobs Amanda became aware of her Mommy’s voice soothing her as she stroked Amanda’s hair, soothing her pain. “I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, well Honey. I would hate for you to have to go through that pain again.” Finally Amanda’s tears dried and her sobs faded. Miss Parker lifted her feet and placed them either side of Amanda’s. Amanda didn’t move, as doing so would have brought her legs into contact with the slowly expanding puddle. Just then, to Amanda’s shame, she heard the unmistakable sound of heels on wood and knew with out looking up that Mary had entered the room. “Ah there you are, Mary.” Miss Parker said cheerfully “Please help Miss Amanda to her feet and take her to the bathroom to clean up. She appears to have had a slight accident.” Even though Amanda couldn’t see her, she knew Mary was grinning. Suddenly Mary was standing between Amanda’s legs just beyond the tide line. She offered her hand and said “Come along, Miss Amanda. Accidents happen you know.”

‘Not to me, not like this.’ Amanda moaned to herself as she took hold of Mary’s hand and trusted her to lift her without letting her fall into the pool on the floor. Amanda’s trust was fortunately for her rewarded, with Mary catching her around the waist, holding her to her body. Amanda was surprised that Mary’s dress and legs were dry, it had only been 5-10 minutes at the most Amanda was sure. ‘I suppose she must have changed into another dress.’ Amanda using Occam’s Razor decided, it never entered her pretty head that, one her Mommy could have hypnotised her, two that she had so recently relieved herself that in order to make such a pool she would have had to drink several litres of water. No as far as Amanda was concerned everything was normal except of course that she had just peed all over her Mommy’s bedroom floor. With her head bent in shame Amanda allowed herself to be lead by the hand, surprisingly gently, almost lovingly, Amanda realised, by Mary. They returned to the bathroom and Amanda saw that the bath and floor had been cleaned thoroughly. ‘How on earth did she do that so quickly.’ Amanda wondered to herself.

“Stand in the bath please, Miss Amanda.” Mary said and helped Amanda accomplish the task. Then Mary took the shower head off its cradle and adjusted the water to a bearable temperature then passed it to Amanda and asked if she would hold it a minute. Amanda complied with the request, vacantly watching as Mary held a large round sponge under the spray before applying some perfumed shower gel and squeezed it softly to a lather. “At least you weren’t wearing anything” Mary said as she retrieved the shower from Amanda showing a little humour as well as her own vulnerability. Mary let the water flow over Amanda’s lower half, swilling away the last remnants of urine. Then with Amanda’s skin nicely glistening Mary stopped the water and started to apply the soap filled sponge. Mary was certainly thorough in her duties especially around Amanda’s pussy that started to respond to Mary’s ministrations despite her embarrassment at the reason for her being washed.

Amanda gasped slightly as Mary worked the sponge between Amanda’s thighs and up over her backside, the suds tickling as they seeped between her cheeks. Amanda was just about ready when Mary moved downwards cleansing her thighs and calves and finally her feet.

Satisfied that she had done as her Mistress asked to the best of her abilities Mary turned the water back on and swilled away the suds. Amanda watched as the water corkscrewed around the plughole taking with it the soap and her embarrassment but not the lesson her Mommy had taught her.

Mary held out her hand and helped Amanda climb out of the tub and passed her a newly laundered towel saying. “My Mistress say’s you are to dry yourself and dress for dinner.”

“When did she say that?” Amanda asked a note of concern in her voice. “And dinner? It can’t be later than 4 o’clock.”

“I don’t recall exactly when Mistress said it, but it is actually nearly 6pm.” Mary said in a way that didn’t sound like she was correcting her young mistress.

Finally the penny dropped and Amanda gasped. “She hypnotised me, didn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that, Miss Amanda.” Mary said truthfully for she found it quite impossible to even think about hypnosis, the subject didn’t interest her in the slightest.

“With your permission, Miss Amanda.” Mary said, indicating her wish to be excused.

“What? Oh yes, and, thank you, Mary.” Amanda said blushing at the memory of pissing on her Mommy’s floor.

“You don’t need to thank me, Miss Amanda.” Mary explained. “Whilst I am here my only purpose is to serve my Mistress and, as she has commanded it, you. My Mistress says that dinner will be at 8 on the terrace, she asked me to lay out your clothes which I have done. Please meet my Mistress on the terrace at 8 pm sharp.”

Amanda watched as Mary turned and with the sound of heels clicking on the bathroom floor left Amanda to dry herself.