The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ryan was. The sound of the spanking—combined with the sound of how much Jillian enjoyed it—attracted a slight crowd, and by the end of the day everyone at Buzz was familiar with Jillian’s rear. She made a point of introducing herself to every department, and one way or another, by the end of each meeting there was at least one hand on her ass.

When she left work that day, she smiled thinking about what she was going to do on the train-ride home. She could try to get as many hands as possible on her rear…or she could try to position herself near a window, and moon everyone the train passed. So many possibilities…

Outside the train station, however, Jillian found a familiar face waiting for her.

“Ah, so ye remember me?”

She considered ignoring the priest and just walking past, but something about his voice made her stop. It triggered that same deathly fear that it had during their first encounter.

“What do you want?”

“Enjoying life since we met, are ye?”

“I’ll have you know I am, thank you very much. Is there something I can do for you?”

“Alas, there is not. But there’s certainly something I can do for ye…”

The priest snapped his fingers, and Jillian took a step backwards, stunned. She looked down at herself, at the clothes she was wearing.

What had she done??

With a cruel smile, the old man watched as Jillian viewed the events of the last few days in a completely new light. She’d started dressing like a…like a…and Jeff! Her housemate! And her boss!

She’d encouraged her entire office to treat her like a play-thing, like an ass on legs…and she’d been loving every minute!

“Decide to flash me, will ye?”

“I’m so sorry,” Jillian said desperately. “Please…please, what can I do?”

“Nothing,” the priest said with a grin. “There’s nothing ken be done—this is what happens when ye show off yer harlot body to a man of God.”

“But you’ve got to…”

“No no no,” the old man said in reply, waggling his finger in Jillian’s face. “This is how life is going to be from now on. But don’t worry—yer still going to love it. Ye’ll just be a bit more…aware of the situation from now on.”

Jillian watched in dismay as the priest walked away, moving surprisingly fast. He’d destroyed her life…and there was nothing she could do about it.

Glancing down at what she’d worn to work that day—a micro-mini skirt, and a blue top that was barely more than a bra—she remembered throwing out the rest of her wardrobe. Still, she had to admit she looked good. And, glancing around, she could see that her clothes were attracting a fair amount of attention.

She caught the eye of a man who was practically drooling as he stared at her legs. With one crook of her finger, he was running towards her, and as she turned around, she grabbed his hands and moved them straight to her ass, smiling as a glorious shiver ran up her spine.

If she was stuck like this, she figured she may as well enjoy it…

One month later…

Jillian smiled at the men staring at her as she ran down the street. One of them beckoned, and she immediately slowed down and walked over to him.

“Heya Jillian,” he said, his hand moving immediately to her mostly-exposed rear. “How’s the new position?”

“Good!” the young woman giggled in response, before closing her eyes and practically purring at the feeling of his hand on her gym shorts.

Once she’d decided to embrace the priest’s curse, life had become a whole lot easier. She’d started doing squats to tone her already-magnificent butt, and had been amazed to discover that as it increased in firmness, it had also become far more sensitive. Just the feeling of the man’s hand was enough to make her knees buckle.

She probably should know his name, but there were just too many men to keep track of. Somehow it had gotten out on her block that her ass was all-access, and now she couldn’t even walk down the street without someone calling her over for a grope.

Not that she was complaining, at all.

As Jillian stood, shivering at the feeling of the man’s soft caress, someone she’d never met before.

“Phil?” the stranger asked, and without ever removing his hand, the man turned at the sound.

“Oh, heya Don.”

“Is this your…girlfriend?”

“Nah,” Phil replied with a grin. “This is Jillian—she’s basically community property. Here, have a feel.”

A dubious look on his face, Don reached out and grabbed Jillian’s left buttock. She moaned loudly as he squeezed, one finger slowly running back and forth over her smooth skin.

Jillian was wearing tight gym shorts, which she’d specially altered to cover as little of her cheeks as possible. On the waistband it read “SPANK ME”, an offer that she’d been delighted to find people at her gym taking full advantage of.

“Wow. She takes care of herself, doesn’t she?”

The two men continued talking for ten minutes, each with one hand on her butt. Every now and again Jillian would squeal in shock as they gave her ass a sharp spank, but for the most part she was just lost in the fog of happiness that always overcame her when someone was paying attention to her ass.

It took her a minute to notice when the fog finally lifted, and she looked around to discover that she was standing alone on the street. The man had disappeared without so much as a goodbye.

Oh well, Jillian said to herself, trying desperately to focus on the fading feeling of pleasure she’d gotten from their contact with her beautiful rear.

She started jogging again, keen to get home before Jeff did.

Things had changed at her apartment. At first, Jeff had been happy with his housemate parading around all day, showing off huge amounts of skin. It was rare for the two of them to be at home together without Jeff’s hand resting firmly on her tight behind.

They’d even started sleeping in the same bed—it had started when Jillian had fallen asleep on the couch once while resting on Jeff, her buns in his hands. Since then, she’d had trouble sleeping, and quickly learned that if she sneaked into her roommate’s bed, she could position his hands and get a full night’s shut-eye.

She’d woken up to the feeling of Jeff grinding up against her a few times, but it had never gone any further than that.

Somehow the constant presence of her mostly-exposed ass had started to grate on Jeff, however, and he’d gone from casually resting his hands on her to smacking her whenever her butt was around. Jillian didn’t mind, of course—she loved being spanked almost as much as she loved being groped—but it was a sign of a growing frustration building inside her best friend.

A few nights later, Jillian had been surprised to find a stranger inside their house when she got home. She’d considered keeping her pants on (to avoid offending their guest) but as soon as Jeff saw her, he smiled and jerked his thumb in her direction.

“This is her. Sweetie, do you want to take off your pants?”

Jillian was confused, but didn’t want to show Jeff up in front of company—besides, it wasn’t like he was asking anything unreasonable—and so she quickly stripped off her gym shorts and revealed the G-string she was wearing underneath.

“Go ahead,” Jeff offered. “Touch it. You don’t mind, do you hon?”

Frowning, Jillian shook her head. She didn’t mind someone touching her butt—she loved it. She wasn’t sure about Jeff offering her up like a piece of meat, but she figured that it wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do anyway.

She later learned that the man was Jeff’s boss at work. He’d invited her over for dinner, to show her off—she spent the entire meal leaning up against the wall next to the table while the two men ate. The entire time, Jeff’s boss was fondling her ass, and every now and then he’d give her a sharp spank, so hard that she was afraid she’d lose her balance.

After he left, Jeff didn’t even thank her, just gave her ass a friendly slap and told her that he’d be in bed when she was done with the dishes.

From that night on, it wasn’t uncommon for strange men to come over for dinner, seemingly for the sole purpose of admiring her rear. Jillian wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but she made sure to obey Jeff’s requests, whether it was wearing a particular pair of panties for his friends and work colleagues to slip off her, or even standing there for the duration of their visits repeatedly spanking herself.

One night, the guest was a photographer. She spent almost three hours, posing exactly as Jeff commanded as his friend took photos of her magnificent butt from every possible angle. Jillian would be lying if she said she didn’t love it, but at the same time…it would have been nice if Jeff had asked at any point, instead of just assuming he had full control over her body.

She would have said yes, of course, but it would have been nice to have been asked.

It wasn’t long before Jillian worked out what the photos were for—one of her schoolmates sent her a link to the website where Jeff had posted all the pictures of her. There was video, too, of her cleaning the place in a bikini—she hadn’t even noticed Jeff filming, she was so lost in the housework.

Jillian was an internet celebrity. Or, more accurately—her ass was.

A part of her loved it, and a part of her wanted to love it even more. But she couldn’t help feeling objectified, every time she was at home.

Of course, that was nothing compared to her new life at work.

She hadn’t been demoted. Her boss had made that very clear—it wasn’t a demotion, it was just a new role.

In fact, he’d gone on to explain, it wasn’t so much a new role as it was…what she was doing anyway. It was more of a clarification of her position at the company.

Gone were the hours of slaving over Excel spreadsheets or preparing meetings. Her new position: Morale Officer.

She didn’t even have a computer any more, and when she did attend a meeting, there was no preparation required—she would just make sure to be there before everything started and allow everyone a quick pat of her barely-covered tush as they entered. In the interest of professionalism, she rarely went around the office naked below the waist—she preferred to keep that for home. She was almost always wearing a pair of panties of some kind, and (for the first half of the day, at least) a skirt as well.

Outside of meetings, her role was a bit more vague. As the title suggested, she just kept morale up—Jillian would flit from office to office, and if anyone seemed sad or listless or down in any way, half-an-hour of playing with her ass would cheer them up. Some of the straight women had found it odd, at first, but a memo from the boss had made it clear that it was non-optional, and they surprised even themselves by how much they got from the sessions.

But Jillian didn’t realise how much her position in the office had truly changed until she was moving from a private session with Ryan to a meeting with a new distributor, one in which her boss had said her ass might make all the difference.

“Within a month or two, the shipping spreadsheet keeps getting too slow to use and I have to make a new one.”

A man and a woman from the accounting department were chatting next to the water-cooler, and Jillian couldn’t help but overhear. She knew she ran the risk of running late…but she couldn’t help but try to help with a problem that she’d run into so many times before.

“Oh that’s easy!” Jillian said impulsively, stopping next to the pair. “You just need to make the data from previous months static—once it’s locked in, just overwrite it with the final numbers instead of the formulas.”

Her two co-workers stared at her in bemusement, as though she was a dog who had just tried to speak English. She returned their smiles and when the woman’s hand reached for her behind, automatically turned around and flipped up her skirt to give her easier access.

“See if you leave it as formulas…mmm, Marie, that’s really nice…then every time you change anything, Excel thinks it has to recalculate the whole document. Oh!”

Marie swatted her ass firmly, and Jillian couldn’t help but notice her breathing getting heavier as she continued.

“But once the final figures are in…oh, yes…they’re not likely to change. Mmmmm. So you can…ahhh…just put in, unngh, the final figures…”

Jillian trailed off. The new accountant had joined Marie in caressing her exposed cheeks, and Jillian completely lost her train of thought.

“I hope that…oh, yes! I hope that helped, guys!”

Glancing up at the clock, she realised that the meeting was just about to start. If she ran—a tricky feat in heels—she hoped she could still make it.

“Thanks guys!”

As she trotted away from the pair, she overheard their reaction to her input.

“What on earth was she talking about?”

“Don’t worry about it—that’s just the office girl. If it slows down after a month, I guess you should just make a new one each month…”

Jillian’s brow furrowed. There was something wrong with that response. She couldn’t think about it for too long, however—she had a new client to impress, and if she let herself get distracted, she wouldn’t be the best piece of ass that she could be.