The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter One

The naked girl shouldn’t have been a surprise for Hannah.

It was no longer a rare sight to see the odd naked person walking the streets or in the parks nowadays, not since the Public Decency (Repeal) Act. Hannah had seen quite a few naked people since the law changed to allow public nudity.

The proponents of the new law said that it was a human right to wear whatever clothing, or lack of clothing, you wanted. They proclaimed that if anyone had a problem with it then it was their problem not yours. Their clarion call had been: Nudity is Natural.

In this time of austerity, the law also got support from the fiscally “responsible” since it would also save the police and courts time and money since they would not have to enforce such an “outdated” law.

Also Hannah was well aware of Indentured Servants, after all that was what her new job was all about. She’d seen plenty of people who’d become indentured over the last year to pay off debts or to fend off creditors, including a number of Pleasure Servants as those indentured for sexual services were called.

So Hannah shouldn’t have been surprised to see this naked young woman. It was a logical conclusion of these new laws that she should witness a pleasure servant wearing only heels and a collar and being led by a man on the street. It was still a shock though and Hannah had almost crashed her car because she’d been so distracted.

Even after the close-miss, she found herself thinking about how strangely beautiful the girl had been. She hadn’t seemed embarrassed or degraded as she’d walked calmly, almost serenely, behind the much older man who held the leash attached to her collar. Hannah just couldn’t imagine being exposed like that. After the Public Decency Act she’d still not even felt comfortable wearing a bikini at the beach, let alone being nude as the law now allowed.

She still felt a little off balance as she parked in front of the small office building, emblazoned with the name Clare House, for her first appointment in her new role as Indentured Servant Welfare Officer. Until last week she’d been simply a standard social welfare officer, monitoring the well-being of the vulnerable people in the district. This new job was a promotion and she knew exactly why she’d received it.

A month ago she’d uncovered, completely by accident, that Councillor Warren had been using public money for his own personal projects. She’d fixed a paper jam in a printer besides his office and a few pages of an incriminating document had been printed before her own report came out.

Naturally, Hannah had reported what she’d found to her supervisor. The potential for scandal was enormous and so Oscar Warren had been suspended immediately and Hannah had been sworn to secrecy until the investigation was concluded. Then she’d been told of her promotion, with the hint that it was because of they way she’d uncovered the apparent fraud and perhaps most of all because of her discretion.

Indentured Servant Welfare was a new department and she was its first welfare officer. She’d be on the road for the first few weeks since they hadn’t even managed to allocate office space for the department yet. She was proud that her bosses had such confidence in her to allow her to work on her own and she was determined that she’d do an excellent job.

Hence why she was here. Her new job required her to check on the welfare of indentured servants. Her first appointment was with OdG, or Oiliúint daor Gnéas Limited as it was more formally known, which was based in Clare House. It specialised in training indentured servants, actually her notes said that they concentrated only on pleasure servants, so that the servant could achieve the best indenture price. She had to check on the indentured servants housed there to ensure that they were being treated fairly and weren’t being exploited.

This first visit would be an preliminary evaluation, primarily so that she could become familiar with the organisation and get the details of all their trainees, as they called them.

Chapter Two

Charles Dean, OdG’s head of a training, showed Hannah into his office. She was quite relieved to be out of the reception area at last for the young woman who’d greeted her had also been naked except for collar and high heels. It seemed to be the theme for the day Hannah had told herself as she waited. Of course she realised that a company that specialised in training pleasure servants would have one serving in their reception. They’d want to show off their capabilities.

However, for Hannah it had been a little disturbing. This added to the nervousness she’d felt because she wanted to make this first meeting a success—to prove that her promotion hadn’t been a mistake. It’d all combined to make her feel quite anxious as she’d waited for Mr. Dean.

The overly sweetened coffee that the servant had brought her had actually helped calm her anxieties though. As she’d waited she’d felt more and more relaxed. In the end she was actually thankful that Mr. Dean had kept her waiting more than fifteen minutes, rather than irritated as she’d been when the servant has told her that he’d be a little late.

So she felt much more composed as she took a seat across the desk from Mr. Dean, her notebook resting on her lap, pen in hand ready to take notes.

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

“Yes, yes of course, erm, Charles?”

“Yes my dear. However, when I’m giving you the tour later, I think it’d be best if you addressed me as Mr. Dean or Sir, we wouldn’t want to confuse the trainees would we. They have to learn the proper forms of address.”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. Hannah felt momentarily put out that he’d want her to address him formally while he felt it appropriate to use her first name, but she quickly dismissed it. Charles knew what he was doing she supposed and she didn’t want to rock the boat on her first day.

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

Hannah had wanted to meet up with the trainees first to get her paperwork sorted out, but Charles, Mr. Dean, seemed to have the agenda for her visit all planned out and she didn’t think it would matter what order they did everything in; so she just signalled her acceptance by nodding her head.

He started to describe the company’s background to her and Hannah settled back into her seat to listen, it was all useful background information she supposed even if it wasn’t directly relevant to the job at hand. He had a nice deep melodious voice she thought as she found her concentration drifting. She didn’t really care about the history of OdG, but it would be rude to interrupt him or not listen to what he was saying so she did her best to concentrate.

He then moved on to how the indenture laws had made a market opportunity that the company was primed to capitalise on.

“After the second banking crash, too many people couldn’t pay their debts and a significant number could no longer afford to house or feed themselves. So the concept of the Indentured Servant was born.”

“The wealthy were accused of destroying the economy, so they had to help pick up the pieces. They pay off the debts of the poor in return for a period of service from the indentured individual as a servant. When you sign an indenture you become the responsibility of the indenture holder and free from all debts and creditors. It’s a replacement for the old bankruptcy procedures.”

Hannah knew all this, but he was in full flow, so she sat back and continued to listen to his pleasant voice, and found her mind drifting again.

There had been a lot of debate at the time about whether it was really just a form slavery, but the government had assured the populace that since it was for a fixed term and since there were many many safeguards against abuse that indenture was significantly different from slavery. The government’s public information broadcasts had really helped Hannah understand it, as they had the general populace too and the law was quickly passed. It was seen as a necessary step to get the economy back on track.

“Over time the forms of service widened. Some people are indentured for manual labour, others as apprentices, some as servants and maids and of course there are the pleasure servants: people who spend their time sexually serving their indenture owner.”

Hannah, who was beginning to feel a little distant, remembered that at the time she’d been shocked when that had been allowed; it couldn’t be right she’d thought, it was surely a form of prostitution. However, once again the reassuring public information broadcasts had explained it to the general public and had put her fears at rest. No-one was forced to become a pleasure servant, they chose that form of service only if they wanted it.

“Of course it’s not just debtors who now sign indentures, plenty of people sign up for a short period in order to accrue money for themselves, it’s actually quite a profitable profession. You sign up for a few years, have all your accommodation and food paid for and come out at the end with a tidy sum.”

“OdG saw that as an opening in the market. People want fully trained pleasure servants and prospective pleasure servants want to get the best price for their indenture. Typically a pleasure servant could pay off their debts and return as a fully productive member of society far more quickly than someone indentured to do menial tasks; or for someone without debts they can earn a significant amount of money by indenturing themselves as a pleasure servant for a few years. Most of the girls we train sign up in order to get a good start in life and help pay off they college debts.”

While he’d been talking he’d picked up a coffee pot and had refilled her mug. It was only when she took a sip she remembered that she’d meant to ask for one without the strange sweetener in it, but it was too late now. It wasn’t that unpleasant she decided, just sweeter than she would normally drink.

She took another sip and then another.

Hannah realised that she hadn’t really been paying attention to Mr. Dean as she’d considered the coffee, just allowing his soft voice to wash over her. She forced herself to listen to him again even though it felt quite difficult to concentrate.

“... want to be submissive and obedient. We facilitate that, we take girls and help them to fulfil their deepest desires to be submissive and obedient and as a result they make the very best pleasure servants and are highly in demand. The servant is sexually fulfilled, and the owner is very satisfied to have a completely submissive and obedient girl at their beck and call. Owners are prepared to pay very highly for an indentured pleasure servant guaranteed to be submissive and obedient.”

“You can understand that can’t you? Submission and obedience are very important. It is at the heart of what we do here.”

Hannah found that she could understand that, and nodded her head. It certainly made sense that you’d be willing to pay more for a fully trained pleasure servant who was submissive and obedient.

She shook her head to try and clear the fog that seemed to have invaded her mind. She knew she should be concentrating more, yet somehow she knew that she hadn’t missed anything important that his lovely soft voice was telling her. Strangely, whenever he said the words ‘submissive and obedient’ she felt a warmth inside, but quickly her mind slid away from that knowing that he was of course concentrating on what OdG looked for in a potential trainee.

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

Chapter Three

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

Hannah blinked realising that Mr. Dean had finished his introductory talk, so she stood, leaving her notebook on the desk, and smoothed down her knee-length skirt. The fog had receded somewhat and she felt relaxed and fresh; excited that she was ready to do her job; ready to listen and learn about how a girl is trained to fulfil her deepest desires to be submissive and obedient and make the very best pleasure servant.

Mr. Dean, opened the door for her and Hannah stepped out into the corridor.

“This way my dear,” he held out his hand indicating the direction they were to go. As she passed him he fell in besides her placing his other hand lightly on her elbow to help guide her. Shortly they came to a door, he opened it and ushered her in, this time with his hand at the small of her back.

The room was small and dark. The main feature was a large floor to ceiling glass window into a brightly lit larger room. A young woman, probably a couple of years younger than Hannah’s twenty-five, stood in the centre of the room facing her. Hannah realised immediately that the window was a one-way mirror, that the woman in the other room wouldn’t be able to see her or Mr. Dean.

He guided Hannah with his hand still on her lower back so that she stood in front of the glass and he stood besides her.

“This is Joanne, she is a new recruit about to start her training. She has just signed her indenture.” He spoke softly to Hannah, so that his voice would not carry into the training room beyond the glass, so she had to make sure she paid attention to what he was saying otherwise she might miss something important.

Hannah studied Joanne, unconsciously comparing herself to the newly indentured woman. Joanne was perhaps a little taller than herself, maybe 5′ 7″. Unlike Hannah, who was a brunette, she was a dirty blonde, but she thought that their hair was about the same length reaching down to their shoulder-blades. Joanne wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, whereas Hannah was dressed in her smart business suit.

A tall muscled man entered the training room and circled Joanne.

“That is Alex, one of our senior trainers. He’s going to start Joanne’s initial training. You’ll need to listen carefully, concentrate on what he says and what she does, you’re here to make sure that she is treated well.”

Hannah knew he was right, it was her job to ensure Joanne’s welfare. She though of Joanne as her first case.

“You will address me as ‘Sir’ at all times,” the trainer told Joanne.

“Yes sir.” She had a timid nervous voice.

Hannah realised he was setting the tone of their relationship from the get go: who was in charge and who was the trainee.

“Remove your clothes,” he barked. Alex had completed two circuits of the clearly nervous young woman, taking in her whole body with his hungry eyes before issuing his command.

Hannah almost caught herself holding her breath waiting for the girl’s response. Joanne blushed and dropped her eyes to the ground but then began to pull her t-shirt up to remove it.

Charles lent in to whisper in Hannah’s ear, “a trainee must first be stripped before her training can begin properly. It helps her leave behind her old life, just like Joanne is discarding her old clothes.” Charles’s hand gently made circles on her back, every now and then looping lower to brush across her buttocks.

Hannah knew that she ought to be annoyed at his familiar touch, but for some reason she didn’t feel any anger at all. She reasoned that Mr. Dean was a very nice man and if he wanted to demonstrate how much he appreciated her beauty with a little feel every now and then it was fine with Hannah. It made her feel like a desirable woman.

“Secondly, this first command begins the process of teaching the girl to be submissive and obedient. As she obeys this order she begins the process of submission and submission leads to more obedience and so the training cycle keeps reinforcing submission and obedience.”

Joanne was down to her underwear now. Mr. Dean’s hand now seemed to spend more time lightly circling Hannah’s bottom than her lower back, but Hannah was concentrating on the training room too much to really notice.

“Thirdly, nakedness is a pleasure servants natural state, once a girl sheds her clothes under the control of a strong male she comes to relish and love her nudity.”

What he said seemed to make sense to Hannah, though something tugged at the back of her mind. It certainly made sense to her that a good pleasure servant had to be submissive and obedient, so it made sense that they must train a girl to be submissive and obedient.

Finally Joanne was naked, she blushed and attempted to cover her breasts and groin with her hands as the trainer once again began to circle her.

“I must apologise for the heat,” Mr. Dean whispered, “the centre is kept nice and warm to ensure that our naked trainees are comfortable—as you can see we have their welfare in mind at all times.”

He was right Hannah thought, it was pretty warm, especially so in the small room.

“Your suit jacket must be unpleasantly hot and uncomfortable in this temperature.”

She couldn’t deny it, she was a little embarrassed to feel that she was beginning to perspire.

“Let’s just slip it off so that you can cool down a little.” He was kind enough to help her remove her hot jacket. “It’s nice and dark and private in here so there’s no need to be formal. You can relax and just concentrate on Joanne and her trainer. You don’t have to worry about anyone disturbing us here, no-one can see you and you’re nice and safe here with me.”

Hannah did feel safe and comfortable in the small room, knowing that she didn’t have to worry and could just concentrate on her job, concentrate on Joanne’s training.

Now Alex ordered the blonde to clasp her hands behind her neck and to spread her legs. The nervous girl did as he said.

“Watch her,” Charles whispered, “yes, that’s right, watch her as she obeys, she’s a good girl, so submissive. A good girl obeys.”

Hannah felt like there was something she should say, but her mind felt foggy whenever she tried to concentrate on anything other than the naked girl beyond the glass. Even paying attention to Mr. Dean seemed difficult, she just allowed his wonderful soft voice to flow into her ear and then into her mind. She knew she didn’t need to concentrate on what he said, she was taking in everything that was important.

She watched as the trainer instructed Joanne to adopt various positions, each slightly more degrading than the last.

It was definitely too hot in the room, even having taken off her jacket, Hannah could feel the heat slowly increasing. Her skirt was made of the same material as her jacket, so it made sense that if she was still too hot then perhaps she needed to remove her skirt too. Something felt wrong about that though, it wouldn’t be appropriate to take off her skirt even if it was a little warm. She didn’t know where the idea to remove it had come from.

Mr. Dean’s hand was reassuringly resting on her bottom, reminding her that he was there and that she was nice and safe in the dark and private room.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Hannah couldn’t help but agree, “So submissive and obedient. A naked submissive servant, beautiful! She’s more gorgeous now that she’s naked and showing how obedient and submissive she is.” Hannah continued to nod her agreement, but wait was that right?

Joanne was now kneeling facing the mirror, her knees spread obscenely wide, hands clasped behind her neck and back arched pushing out her breasts. The trainer was using a thin whippy cane to correct her position, tapping her thigh so that she spread her legs farther, lightly lifting her chin so that she looked straight ahead.

Hannah felt flushed and could feel a sort of sympathetic embarrassment for the girl.

“She’s not ashamed of her body,” it was as if he could read her mind, “a pleasure servant is never ashamed of being naked and presenting her body to her betters.”

As Mr. Dean gently squeezed her buttocks he reassured her, “there’s nothing for a beautiful young woman to be ashamed of when she shows off her body. After all a woman’s naked body is completely natural, nudity is her natural state.”

She supposed he must be right, after all he works with nude pleasure servants all the time, he knows so much about women, so if he says that women shouldn’t be ashamed of their bodies he must be right.

Psychologically, she knew that it was perfectly acceptable in this day and age to have naked people around, especially since the public information broadcasts on the subject, but somehow it had still seemed wrong to her. However, now that Mr. Dean was explaining it to her, she knew she didn’t need to worry about it. After all in her new job she’d be seeing many more naked women and she had to get used to it.

She even felt a little silly that she had ever been nervous about going to the beach in a bikini. A calmness had settled over Hannah, it was so good to know that she didn’t need to be embarrassed about revealing her body.

Chapter Four

“Let’s leave young Joanne to the rest of her initial training session my dear.”

With Mr. Dean’s hand firmly on her bottom, he guided Hannah through a different door into a very similar room. Through the one-way mirror Hannah could see another naked woman. She was bound bent backward over a frame so that her breasts were thrust forwards and upwards. She had a black hood over her head obscuring her face and effectively blindfolding her.

“It’s even hotter in this room,” Charles commented, “so I can only apologise again if you’re too warm.”

Hannah hadn’t really noticed that it was warmer in here than in the previous room, but now that Mr. Dean had mentioned it, she did feel that extra heat.

“Your thick skirt must be so uncomfortable,” he commiserated with her. Hannah was indeed cursing that she’d worn such a heavy thick suit today, she should have realised that the building would be kept at a warmer temperature.

“It is dark and private in here, and you know there is nothing to be ashamed of if you expose some of your body. Remember I’m here with you so you are safe and need not worry.”

That’s so good of him to be concerned for her. It made her feel good, since if he was concerned for a visitor like her then he would naturally be concerned for the trainees—which would mean she wouldn’t have many welfare issues to worry about.

It really was quite warm, and the more she thought about it the hotter it seemed. She really needed to do something to cool down.

“So if you need to remove your skirt to help you cool down then that is perfectly natural”

Oh what a good idea, Hannah thought. It is dark and private in here and Mr. Dean is here to keep me safe so I don’t need to worry. For a moment, she seemed to remember that there was a reason she shouldn’t take it off, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember it. Besides, she was so hot, it would be silly to keep it on and suffer and since there were no reasons not to she decided to remove it.

“Thank you, Mr. Dean, I think I’ll do that.”

She quickly shed her skirt and felt so much better immediately, and she reasoned she wasn’t particularly exposed since she had on her tights and panties so she was actually still decent. Certainly she was more covered than girls at the beach. Still she’d better put her skirt back on again before leaving the safety of the dark observation room.

“Good girl,” Mr. Dean complimented her. “That’s feels good doesn’t it, you didn’t want to wear that nasty, hot and uncomfortable skirt did you.”

“No,” she breathed, feeling a nice pleasant glow building within her as she realised what he said was true.

“That’s right, I’ve shown you that I know what’s best so you just need to relax and listen to what I say.”

“Yessss,” he knows what he was talking about, it’s just best to relax and listen to what he says. His hand had returned to her bottom and was gently squeezing her buttocks, it felt so reassuring to know he was there with her, looking out for her, caring for her well-being, just like he cared for the trainees.

“Ah, here’s the trainer.” His words brought Hannah back to focus on the room beyond the window. She didn’t really know how long she’d been standing there just relaxing and listening to Mr. Dean’s soft voice explaining how pleasure servants were always cared for and kept safe and all they had to do was be submissive and obedient, which wasn’t hard because after all it was so natural and right for a woman to be submissive and obedient; and being submissive and obedient fulfilled a woman’s natural sexuality; so pleasure servants actually achieved complete satisfaction and fulfilled their naturally sexuality.

Shaking her head slightly to try and clear her mind so that she could concentrate on the training session about to unfold in front of her, she found herself being guided forward by Mr. Dean.

In front of the one-way mirror was a wooden bar at hip height, reminiscent of a ballet barre, but it was lower and thicker. Charles, using his hand on her delectable bottom, pushed her forward until she was pressed against the bar.

“This is Joy’s first session of breast sensitivity training,” he whispered as his hand caressed over her buttocks, “now listen to her trainer and watch carefully.”

The man beyond the glass moved closer to the bound woman and lightly stroked a feather across her left breast. The girl bucked in surprise, straining against her bondage at the first touch, unaware because of her hood of what was going to happen.

Hannah watched as the trainer repeated his caress, and over the next few minutes he teased her rapidly hardening nipples and areolae. The bound girl was straining in her restraints, whether to escape the caress or to get more Hannah couldn’t tell. However, after a few more minutes she could hear moans coming through the speakers and thought it was more likely the latter.

As Mr. Dean stroked Hannah’s buttocks he brought his other hand in front of her and placed it lightly on her belly, as if to steady her. It was very reassuring to have him there with her.

Hannah found that each time he gave her bottom a little comforting squeeze that she pushed slightly against the bar. She quickly realised that the bar wasn’t as smooth as she’d assumed, it seemed to be covered in little bumps, which seemed strange since where her hands rested on it the bar felt smooth. She must have just been unlucky to lean against a rough part.

Both of Mr. Dean’s hands were caressing her now as he whispered softly to her, explaining, “servants have their breasts caressed much more often than non-servants, they love to have their breasts touched, any woman loves to have her breasts touched, I bet you love to have your breasts touched, servants are so lucky to be caressed so much more than non-servants because they love to have their breasts caressed.”

Joy was clearly enjoying what the trainer was doing to her. She writhed and moaned as he now used his hands on both of her breasts. Hannah’s own hips rocked gently back and forth as one of Mr. Dean’s hands caressed her bottom and the other seemed to guide her to sway her hips in a gentle circular motion. The bar was pressed firmly against her crotch now and those little bumps were causing a very pleasant sensation within her.

Hannah felt Mr. Dean’s hand on her bare belly and realised that he must have undone a couple of the lower buttons on her blouse. She wasn’t sure why that should bother her, after all he was probably just worried because she’d been so overheated earlier and this allowed more air to circulate.

“Why don’t you lean a little farther forward so that you can get a better look. That’s right, place you hands on the sill, get your face right up against a glass.” As Hannah lent forward she could feel the bar pressing more firmly into her and let out a quiet little moan as one of bumps slid right against her pussy. She hoped Mr. Dean hadn’t noticed, she didn’t think so since while he helped her lean forwards he’d moved so that he was directly behind her taking a firm hold of her gently rocking hips so that she was safe and secure and in no danger of falling over. He’d told her as much so it was obviously true. He was such a thoughtful man, surely all the trainees here are in safe hands with Mr. Dean looking out for them.

Now that she was steady and safe she felt his hands move from her hips forward and under her blouse, which was now hanging a little open because of her position and because a couple more buttons had been undone. His hands reassuringly caressed across her belly and up over her ribs even lightly, accidentally, brushing against the base of her breasts.

“You can see how much she loves having him touch her breasts can’t you?”

“Y-yess,” she was so focused on watching Joy’s training that she found it hard to think about what Mr. Dean was saying and just found herself agreeing with him. After all he was so knowledgeable about all this and must be right, so it was probably best to just agree with him.

“You love to have your breasts touched don’t you?”

“Yesss,” her affirmation came out automatically and so softly it could almost be mistaken for a breath. Almost.

“Good girl.”

He slid his hand up and stroked his fingers lightly against the underside of her breasts and another low moan escaped her lips. At the same time she surreptitiously rubbed herself against the bar. It felt so nice.

“Servants love to have their breasts touched.” It was true she knew. She could see how much Joy loved to be touched.

He slid his hands out from under her blouse and up so that he could cup both of Hannah’s breasts and lightly stroked his fingertips across her already hardened nipples.

“She has beautiful tits.” Hannah nodded appreciating how pretty the bound woman’s breasts were. He gently squeezed both of Hannah’s nipples through her blouse and bra as she nodded her head.

“I think yours are just as nice as hers.” She felt a flush of happiness to know that he liked her breasts. He saw so many women’s breasts that it was surely a wonderful compliment for him to say he liked hers.

“But I can’t really tell while you’re wearing this blouse. Undo your buttons.”

Of course he’d need her to open her blouse so that he could properly tell if her breasts were just as nice as Joy’s. He’d removed her hands from her breasts to give her room.

Her fingers quickly undid the remaining buttons and she helpfully pulled her blouse open so that her bra covered breasts were openly on display for him.

“Yes good girl. It’s very important that you let me guide you, I’m the expert here. I’m very pleased that you’re being so obedient.”

She felt so happy that he was pleased. Since he was leading this tour she knew it was important that she had to let him guide her. Of course she had to be obedient otherwise he couldn’t properly guide her.

Hannah felt a wonderful shiver of pleasure run through her as she told herself it was good to obey his guiding instructions and at the same time she rubbed her pussy a little harder against the bumpy bar a couple of time and let out a soft moan. Yes it was good to follow his instructions.

“Very good,” he said again as he ran his hands over her generous breasts, now only covered by her lacy bra. It felt so much better now that her blouse wasn’t in the way and it felt quite natural as he helped her shrug off the offending item leaving her in just her underwear.

“It so safe and private here, you can just relax and concentrate on Joy, remembering to obey my instructions like a good submissive girl.”

For a few moments, she just let the world pass by, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her breasts while Joy was teased in front of them, all the while rolling her hips back and forth so that she could feel the delightful little bumps rub against her now moist pussy.

“Watch Joy, you can see it’s so pleasurable for servants to serve their trainers.”

He repeated this over and over as he stroked her sensitive nipples through her bra.

“It’s so pleasurable for servants to serve their trainers.”

Hannah found herself softly echoing his words: “it’s so pleasurable for servants to serve their trainers.”

Her hips were in constant motion now, grinding herself against the bar, it was so pleasurable, she felt so good.

“Concentrate on how a pleasure servant loves having her tits stroked and caressed. You need to learn more about pleasure servants so that you fully understand their welfare needs. You need to empathise with them, learn all about them.”

He was right. If she was to be successful in her job she needed to understand how pleasure servants felt, what they needed, what they wanted. It was so nice of him to help her learn more and more about her job. She needed to listen to what he had to say, had to follow his instructions so that she could do the very best job she could do.

“She’s enjoying having her naked tits touched, feeling her trainer’s fingers working directly on her bare skin. You’d enjoy that too. Let me help you so you can more fully empathise with her, so you can understand her better.”

As he spoke he slid the bra straps off Hannah’s shoulders and quickly unfastened its clasp. Charles eased the bra away from Hannah’s dangling breasts and she lost track of it as he tossed it behind them.

“That feels good doesn’t it, exposing your tits for me, so you can properly empathise with Joy, so that you can do the best job you can.”

He was so right. It did feel very good to expose her tits, erm breasts. After all it was perfectly legal to have bare tits in public, and so natural, she couldn’t understand how she had ever been so nervous about baring her tits before. It felt so right, so natural to be topless.

When his hands took hold of her tits it felt so good.

“Your titties are so sensitive aren’t they. You adore having strong hands touching them, and your hard nipples are getting so swollen, just like Joy’s are. You are learning more and more about pleasure servants aren’t you and that means that you are much more knowledgeable about their welfare and needs.”

Oh yes, Hannah moaned. This is such a great job, it’s so much better than I expected. She loved having her tits caressed this way. Hannah relished the way that Mr. Dean squeezed her titties and tugged and rolled her nipples. All the while she rubbed and rubbed her now wet and swollen pussy against the wonderful little nubs on the bar, getting closer and closer to a moment of crisis.

Before that happened though, Mr. Dean interrupted her chain of thought, “Now then little one, there’s plenty yet to see on our little tour, so we should move on to the next room.”

He kept a firm grip on a nipple and moved his other hand back to her bottom and with a little tug on her nipple and a little push and squeeze on her buttocks he guided into the adjacent room.

Chapter Five

“Here we have Kirsty, this is her second pussy training session.”

A sexy redhead was seated in a suspended harness, her legs and arms raised above her body and spread wide apart. Her cleanly shaved mons was very clearly on display and open facing the one-way mirror. The harness that supported her body angled it so that the bound girl’s head was looking directly at the mirror between her legs so that she would be able to see exactly what was being done to her exposed pussy.

Conversely, the only feature of the dim observation room was a padded stool, about waist height with quite widely splayed sturdy wooden legs. Its top looked to be slightly sloped with its higher side towards the window. It didn’t look like it would be comfortable to sit on.

However, Mr. Dean led Hannah by her nipple to the stool.

“Lean forward over the stool, I’m sure you’d like a little rest as we watch Kirsty’s training.”

He was right, she was feeling like she needed to lean on something, so Hannah let him guide her so that she was bent over the stool, it’s top supporting her stomach. Her breasts hung freely in front of the stool’s top. There were a couple of dowels sticking out from the stool which Hannah thought might be foot rests, though why they’d be on the outside of the stool she didn’t understand. Mr. Dean told her though that she could hold on to them. She reached down and found that they were at a prefect height for her to support her upper body with her arms.

“There, that’s a comfortable position isn’t it. You can just relax and watch Kirsty. Watch her being trained to be submissive and obedient.”

He was right, it was comfortable and relaxing to rest there; as she’d bent over she hadn’t been sure. She’d never rested in that position in the past, now though she wondered why she hadn’t. It felt so natural.

“Here let me help you get even more comfortable,” he ran his hands over her up-thrust buttocks and then slid them down over the backs of her thighs. He applied a little pressure lower down and she instinctively co-operated with him and let her legs part. A little more pressure and she continued to open her legs. He seemed satisfied that she was in the most comfortable position once her feet were nice and wide apart, beyond the spread legs of the stool.

Meanwhile a new trainer had arrived and had started to closely examine the red-head’s pussy.

“A pleasure servant always keeps her pussy completely devoid of hair, he’s checking that she’s properly shaven.” Mr. Dean was still behind her and after helping her to spread her legs so that she was comfortable, he had trailed his hands up her nylon covered thighs back to her buttocks and was gently kneading them as he spoke.

“Do you keep yourself nicely clean shaven my dear?” he asked quite casually.

“Erm, n-no, Mr. Dean.” She was taken aback by his personal question.

“Really, I’m surprised, a healthy obedient girl like you, I’d have thought you’d want to be nice and clean.”

Of course he was right. Hannah cursed herself for being so lax with her personal grooming and decided that she’d sort that out at the soonest opportunity.

“Now he’s checking that she is wet, a pleasure servant is always aroused and always wet for her masters.”

His fingers were working all over Hannah’s buttocks including, unconsciously she was sure, edging toward her overheated pussy. Hannah could tell that she was also wet from the enjoyable grinding against that bar. She hoped that he wouldn’t accidentally notice, she would feel embarrassed if he did.

However, as she thought that she didn’t feel at all embarrassed, in fact she felt a pulse of arousal and actually arched her back a little more so that her pussy was even more prominent between her spread thighs. As she did so Mr. Dean’s fingers did lightly caress right over her hot cotton and nylon covered pouch. Hannah let out an involuntary moan, and then his fingers were gone, his accidental touch finished.

“Good girl.” Mr. Dean praised her gently patting her up raised bottom. Hannah wasn’t sure why she was a good girl, but it felt good knowing that he was pleased with her.

“Watch as her trainer begins to masturbate Kirsty. She loves having her pussy played with. All pleasure servants love to have their pussies played with. I’m sure that you love to have your pussy played with don’t you,” and once again his fingers brushed carelessly across the wet material guarding her vagina.

Of course he was right, she loved masturbating, though of course only in the privacy of her own home.

“Servants get more and stronger orgasms than free women. They are always aroused. You love to be aroused don’t you, so you can imagine that since pleasure servants are kept in a constant state of arousal that they feel good all the time, unlike non-servants.”

Oh yes, she could imagine it, they were so lucky to feel aroused all the time.

This time she felt a firmer touch as he slid a finger definitely along her slit, pushing the wet material between her lips and ending with a couple of rubs right on her clitoris.

“Good girl,” once more she felt the flush of excitement, “you can see that Kirsty is very much enjoying having her trainer pleasure her wet cunt.”

“y-yes, oh god, yes I can Mr. Dean,” he kept his finger gently rubbing back and forth eliciting more moans from the bent over woman.

“You remember that you need to learn as much as possible about pleasure servants so that you understand their welfare needs.”

He rubbed her clitoris again a little harder.

“yes!” she moaned, her hips bucking more.

“You want me to help you feel what little Kirsty is feeling don’t you? You want to feel as aroused as she is, you want to feel what it’s like to have a strong trainer pleasure your cunt until you’re brought to a screaming orgasm don’t you.”

“Oh god, oh god, yes. Yes please Mr. Dean.”

Hannah’s thoughts were almost non-existent now, she just needed to feel like Kirsty. Needed to understand what she was going through.

“Good girl, he praised, you’re going to be the very best Indentured Servant.... Welfare Officer there is.” She hardly noticed the pause.

His hands moved to her waist and with gentle but insistent pressure pulled her tights and then her panties over her bottom and then down her thighs. When he had removed them completely, together with her shoes, she needed very little encouragement to spread her legs wide apart again.

She moaned as he spread his palms across her naked buttocks to feel her smooth skin for the first time unimpeded by her now discarded underwear. When he slid his finger along her pussy, her cunt she corrected herself, for the first time a shudder of wonderful pleasure wracked her body.

“Yes, very good girl, you’re being nice and obedient for me aren’t you. You love to be obedient don’t you. You love submitting to my control because you know that I can guide you and teach you and... train you.”

“It feels so good doesn’t it,” his fingers were working constantly on and in her cunt now, “you love having your cunt played with just like Kirsty loves having her cunt played with. All pleasure servants love having their cunts played with. All pleasure servants love orgasms, Kirsty loves orgasms and you love orgasms don’t you.”

He was so wise and knowledgeable. She was learning so much and she was loving having her cunt played with and she loved orgasms, just like Kirsty and all pleasure servants.

“Kirsty loves submitting, it’s so pleasurable for servants to submit to their betters, isn’t it.”

As he repeated it she couldn’t help but say it too, knowing it was true: “It’s so pleasurable for servants to submit to their betters.”

She was in a daze of lust as she repeated the phrase over and over again, watching the beautiful redhead being masturbated and teased, just as she was being masturbated and teased.

It was soon obvious that Kirsty was getting close to her orgasm. Mr. Dean lent in close and whispered to Hannah, “Servants get more orgasms than non-servants. Since you love orgasms so much you must be jealous of all those extra orgasms that servants get.”

He was right, servants like Kirsty were so lucky to be played with so much and to have all those orgasms.

“But, if you promise to be a good girl, to be submissive and obedient, then I think I can break the rules and let you cum. Kirsty is very close to cumming now, you can see that.”

“Oh god, yes, please. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good! You’ll be submissive and obedient?”

“Yes sir,” she moaned, “I’ll be submissive and obedient.”

“Just like a pleasure servant is submissive and obedient?”

“Oh yes please sir, I need it, I’ll be submissive and obedient just like a pleasure servant.”

“Good girl,” his fingers were thrusting deeply into her channel now and when she confirmed her obedience he upped his pace and his other hand joined the first and began to furiously rub her swollen clitoris.

She let out a loud and continuous panting moan, her crotch bucked up and down on his hands. “That’s right, my obedient beauty, cum for me, cum nice and hard.

And she did. It as unbelievably amazing. She’d never felt so wonderful before.

Chapter Six

“You are understanding more and more about pleasure servants. I just know that your work for their welfare will be exemplary. You want to do a good job don’t you, you want to do whatever you can to help servants have the best welfare they can.”

Mr. Dean had helped her up from her bent over position once she had recovered a little from her powerful orgasm, and was now leading her into yet another room. He had a hand pressed right between her legs, his thumb pushed up in to her soaking cunt and his fingers rubbing gently on her clitoris as they walked. As before he tugged on a nipple to guide her to the next room.

“This is the final training room of our tour, here you’ll see Trudy being trained to be an obedient and submissive fucktoy.”

Trudy was kneeling on all fours on a platform, her bottom pushed up into the air facing away from the mirror. Her breasts dangled enticingly beneath her. She was bound in place with straps over wrists and forearms; over her ankles and just behind her knees; keeping her legs spread wide.

This side of the one-way mirror, Hannah saw there was an identical platform.

“Kneel down little one, by being in the same position as Trudy you can empathise with her all the more.”

It was true, she could better understand how Trudy felt if she adopted the same position. In moments Mr. Dean had fastened straps around her limbs ensuring that she could not move from the spot.

She’d looked down her body between her legs as he’d fastened the last straps around her ankles. Her titties hung below her, ripe and ready to be touched. Then she raised her head and looked through the window. Directly ahead of her she could see Trudy and at the same time she could just make out her own reflection in the glass. It was almost perfectly superimposed on the other naked and restrained woman. Hannah felt her cunt contract in lust as she looked at her beautiful ‘twin’.

Mr. Dean was right, she could almost feel a physical connection between herself and Trudy. He was so wise and understanding, she was very lucky that he was training her to do her job.

He was still squatting behind her and Hannah was eagerly awaiting his touch. Even though she’d recently had an orgasm she found she was still very aroused.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed, as he pushed first one and then two fingers into her cunt and began to slowly pump them in and out.

“Now that Eric is here,” Hannah looked and saw that a trainer had arrived and positioned himself behind Trudy, she guessed from the way Trudy was moaning that he was performing a similar manipulation of her cunt as Mr. Dean was doing to her.

“Now that Eric is here,” he repeated, “let me explain what’s going to happen.” Fingers from his other hand now began a lazy circling of her throbbing clitoris.

“Once he’s happy that Trudy is all nice and juicy—and let me say that if she’s anything like you then that’s not going to take long—he’s going to fuck her. He’ll fuck her long and hard until she begs to cum. But of course she won’t cum until he gives her permission. As a pleasure servant she has to learn that her orgasms are under the control of her owners, that it is their pleasure that is most important and so she must not cum without permission. You can understand that, a pleasure slave must always think of her owner’s pleasure.”

Yes, she thought, a pleasure servant, wait what did he says? A pleasure servant must always think of her owner’s pleasure before her own. It is right that she must wait for permission to cum.

“Since you need to understand what she’s experiencing I’m going to fuck you at the same time, and it’s going to be long and hard too and most importantly you will not cum without permission. That is very very important, you’re going need to be very obedient and submissive to properly experience this.”

Oh god, she desperately needed to be fucked, so if she needed to be obedient and submissive and wait for his permission before she was allowed to cum in order to be fucked, then she would do it.

She watched Eric position himself behind Trudy and just as he was clearly entering her, Hannah felt Mr. Dean’s cock pushing past her own very wet labia and into her needy cunt. It felt wonderful.

He started off with long and slow strokes and Hannah realised they were exactly in time with Eric’s as he fucked Trudy. With each stroke Hannah rocked forward, her breasts bouncing below her and through the glass Trudy mirrored her motion.

As he continued to fuck her, slowly increasing his pace, Hannah found she had difficulty disassociating herself from Trudy, it was almost as if they had become one. The superimposed images of herself and Trudy seemed to blur together.

The feeling was reinforced when she saw Eric reach forward and grab the breasts dangling below the woman she saw in the glass because at the same time she felt hands on her own tits.

“You love being fucked. Pleasure slaves are fucked more often and harder than free women. You need to be fucked. You want to be fucked more often and harder than free women. You want to be fucked like a pleasure slave.”

He was pumping into her in shorter but harder and faster strokes now, squeezing and mauling her soft tits.

“Moan for me slut, let me hear you cry out.”

She couldn’t help herself, she let out a loud “Ah” with each thrust, the pitch rising as he increased his pace. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, aaah”.

“You’re a very good obedient slut, aren’t you.”

“It’s so pleasurable for slaves to obey their owners.”

Her head was spinning, but she began repeating it, “It’s so pleasurable for slaves to obey their owners,” though her words were interrupted by her frequently moans.

“it’s so, ah!, pleasure-ah-bull, for slaves, ah, to obey, aah, their, ah, owners, aaahhh!”

Her orgasm was beginning to build now and she didn’t know how long she could hold it for.

“You’re learning very well. You’ll do such a good job. But the problem you’ll have is that you’ll visit infrequently, you won’t get to know the pleasure slaves as well as you really need to, you won’t be able to empathise with them as well as you ought to.”

He was right, it would be hard to properly keep up to date with the girls.

“You need to spend a lot of time with them, understand their training and experiences. Who knows pleasure slaves and their training as well as a pleasure slave herself.”

Her head was spinning, he was fucking her so well, so hard. He had moved his right hand down from her breast to stroke her clitoris and it was driving her crazy.

She was so close now. Her orgasm was bubbling inside her ready to boil over, but she remembered she had to wait for permission. She could see that Trudy was equally desperate. It was partly Trudy’s obvious restraint that kept Hannah from tumbling over the cliff into her orgasm. How could she properly empathise with the pleasure slave if she couldn’t hold back her orgasm as well.

He kept right on fucking her, telling her to wait just a little longer, to be obedient and submissive and her orgasm would be so much better.

At last she heard him and his mirror image through the glass tell her to cum, “cum long, cum hard like a true slave.”

The only other time she’d had two orgasms in one session, the second one had been a weak little thing compared with her first; but this time the second was even more powerful.

Chapter Seven

When Hannah came back to her senses Mr. Dean has unfastened the straps that had held her down.

She eased herself up on to her knees and was about to try and stand when Mr. Dean placed his hand on her shoulder.

“No little one, I think it best if you stay on your knees don’t you.”

She wasn’t sure she could stand anyway so he was right to tell her not to get up.

“Follow me,” he said very matter-of-factly, in a tone that couldn’t be refused, “crawl like a good obedient slave, so you can experience how they feel to crawl behind their masters.”

“Yes, sir.”

She followed him out into a brightly lit corridor on her hands and knees as he commanded. There was something she knew she was supposed to remember to do before leaving the observation room but for the life of her she couldn’t remember. It can’t have been important she decided.

The corridor was slightly cooler than the observation rooms so she felt goosebumps raise on her flesh, but she knew she had to be obedient so she hurried to keep up as Mr. Dean strode ahead of her. Her tits bounced from side to side as she crawled behind him.

There was something sexy about crawling naked behind a strong man. It felt thrilling and exciting. It was naughty and felt so wrong but of course it was her rightful place. She was submissive and obedient and needed to demonstrate that to her betters.

He led her back to his office. She thought she should have been embarrassed as she crawled through the reception area where a couple of visitors were waiting for their appointments, but the law said that it was perfectly fine for people to be naked in public, and those public information broadcasts had made it clear that it was acceptable and even natural. Even so, she was sure that she would normally be far too humiliated to crawl naked in public.

She was back in his office though before these thoughts could go any further.

“Very good. Kneel there, yes that’s right. Knees nice and wide apart, a little wider, no even wider, yes good girl. Shoulders back, titties out. Now you may stroke your cunt with your left hand, as you listen. Yes, that’s a very good girl.”

It felt so good to kneel before him and he was so good to let her masturbate, she couldn’t believe that she was still so aroused after those two marvellous orgasms.

“You want to do the best job you can don’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

“You can’t do your best unless you empathise with the slaves. You can’t empathise unless you understand what they are going through. You can’t understand what they are going through unless you go through the same experiences. So you can’t do the best job you can unless you go through the same experiences as the slaves.”

As her fingers worked their magic between her widespread thighs she found it increasingly hard for her brain to function, so she had to force herself to concentrate on his voice.

“You must be obedient and submissive to have the same experiences. So to do the best you can you need to experience the same pleasure slave training as the girls and be so very obedient and very submissive.”

In her clouded brain his logic made flawless inescapable sense, even though she was sure that there must be something wrong with it.

“But you can’t experience pleasure slave training unless you’re an indentured servant. You want to do the best you can don’t you? So you must want to be indentured as a pleasure slave.”

Was that really right, she couldn’t see anything wrong with what he said, and she had to admit that she’d been so jealous of pleasure slaves. After all they got their titties touched more than free women, they got her cunts played with more than free women and they got more orgasms than free women. It would be awesome to experience that.

“Errm, y-yes sir?” she answered hesitantly.

“We need to get you properly registered so that you can get started with your very important work.”

Hannah was now gasping and moaning as she pumped her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. She was letting out little high pitched squeaks as she rubbed the heel of her hand against her clitoris over and over and over.

Her eyes had difficulty focusing but she couldn’t miss him placing some sheets of paper on the floor in front of her.

“This is a standard indenture contract for a pleasure servant. That’s want you want isn’t it.”

It was what she wanted wasn’t it? Her figures worked furiously at her wetness.

“Don’t cum until your are given permission—pleasure slaves are always obedient.”

Oh god. Could she really cum again so soon. Her mind thought not, but clearly her cunt and clitoris had other ideas.

“Three years to start with, with the standard option for the owner to extend in three year increments.”

It was so hard to concentrate; her body was on fire.

“You need to cum so much don’t you. But I will only give permission to cum to a properly indentured pleasure slave. I can give you permission only once you’ve signed the indenture.”

Oh god, oh god, she desperately needed to cum. Part of her wondered how that could be after two powerful orgasms already, but perhaps it was because she was already like a pleasure slave: constantly aroused and ready for orgasm whenever her owners demanded it of her.

Through the haze of her arousal she realised that there was another man in the room, she knew she’d seen him before but she couldn’t place him immediately and then she remembered that he’d been the man who had ordered Joanne to strip. It seemed so long ago, so far away. She grasped for his name but all that came to mind was ‘Sir’.

As she looked up at him, he smiled down affectionately at the masturbating girl.

“Alex and I will witness your signature, you want it to be fully legally binding don’t you? Now sign and date the indenture, here and here.” He pointed with a riding crop to two positions.

Hannah lent forward and picked up the pen and signed at the indicated spots, all without removing her left hand from its business in her overheated crotch. It felt so good to obey his orders.

“Good girl, and oh yes before I forget, you can cum now.”

It was bliss. Her body spasmed with intense pleasure as her third orgasm of the day, but her first as an an indentured pleasure slave, exploded within her body.

As she knelt on the floor, panting to catch her breath, her trainer gently fastened a bright new collar around her neck and clipped on a leash.

“Come along slut, time to start your training.” With a firm tug to the leash, he led Hannah out of the office and towards the training rooms.

Epilogue

The slim brunette crawled obediently and sexily into the display room; then knelt with her thighs spread wide apart; her breasts thrust out, showing off the attractive golden rings piercing her nipples; and her hands clasped behind her collared neck.

Her smoothly shaven crotch allowed the visitor to clearly see the matching golden ring piercing her clitoral hood.

“She’s such a good, obedient and submissive girl. She’s learned so much over the month of her training and conditioning. I’m sure that you will be very pleased with her.”

The visitor walked slowly around the kneeling girl nodding his head in appreciation.

“She’s perfect.”

The trainer turned to the slavegirl, “this gentleman has bought your indenture my dear. You’ll be going with him.”

“Of course if you have any problems”, he was addressing the visitor again, “then please don’t hesitate to call us. We offer a full guarantee of quality.”

“Also if you’d like, I can give you a full tour of the facilities, we have a number of exciting new girls undergoing training as we speak. I’m sure you’ll find it very interesting.”

“Thank you, but no. It’s a pleasure doing business with you, but I really must dash. I have a council meeting this evening and I need to get this little slut home and settled in. Unfortunately I can’t be late, it’s my first meeting after my suspension was lifted.” He chuckled, “it seems there were no witnesses able to come forward and the supposed evidence was mislaid. So there was no charges to answer to.”

Oscar Warren took the leash proffered by the trainer, together with the complimentary riding crop.

“Up girl, time to get you home.”

She gracefully rose and followed the fully dressed councillor out of Clare House. It was a sunny day and it felt so good to be walking behind her new master in only her high heels and her collar, her juices from her ever aroused cunt coating her tanned thighs.

It was so good to be an indentured pleasure slave.