The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday 29th June

Today wasn’t quite what I expected, it was even better. Mr Wilson gave me an important promotion with great authority and responsibility.

At first I didn’t really understand how much of an honour my new position is, but of course once Mr Wilson had explained it to me in more detail I know that this is a wonderful opportunity.

He, and the management at HKK, have been impressed with how I helped with the brochure. HKK have recently acquired a Internet mail-order company after it had gone bust owing them quite a large amount of money. They wanted Wilson Industries to help them revamp the company.

Mr Wilson had decided that I was ideally suited, following the work I’d done with HKK’s brochure, to help to revamp the presentation of the company’s product catalogue on their web site. I was tasked with identifying which products should be highlighted, which should be discontinued, how the products should be presented and what prices should be charged.

That of course was a great responsibility. I was extremely pleased and excited about the job, mostly because it demonstrated that Mr Wilson really did think that I was executive material.

Mr Wilson did explain though that since this was a very important position and that with the authority I would be given I would have to accept responsibility also. He explained that this was all part of his advanced executive training programme. Before this point he’d shouldered the responsibility for my work, but from now on I had to take responsibility. I would have to account for any mistakes I made.

I was pretty fired up, he was putting a lot of trust in me and I wanted to prove to him that he wasn’t making a mistake.

Over the years, he explained, he’d devised an incentive programme for trainee executives. Rather than fire a trainee for a mistake, he had come up with a way to encourage improvement. He believed that corporal punishment provided the right incentive.

It was quite shocking at first when he told me, but now I understand the rationale and it makes a lot of sense. He explained patiently that corporal punishment had been used for centuries as a teaching tool and it was only our recent ‘political correctness’ that had discouraged its use. He said that just because some teachers had gone too far and used it to injure or abuse their students, that one shouldn’t necessarily rule it out as a technique; and part of the problem was that we agreed that it shouldn’t be used on children. Of course that wasn’t a concern with an adult so he found it an ideal training technique for his executive training programme.

Obviously I’ve been conditioned to believe that corporal punishment is wrong, but as he explained it to me I realised that this was just another example of the rules that apply to normal people. Those of us destined for stellar careers in high management positions have to be prepared to break with mundane conventions.

Naturally, he told me that I had to be comfortable with the idea, that if I wasn’t happy to sign up to the training programme then he wouldn’t be disappointed at all, but of course he couldn’t with good conscience let me take up this new position.

Well of course, I desperately wanted the promotion and there was no way that I was going to let a little thing like agreeing to a punishment regime for mistakes to stop me grabbing it firmly with both hands.

After I had agreed to Mr Wilson’s executive training programme’s he was clearly extremely pleased that I would be working on this important project for Wilson Industries.

It was after lunch when he took me through the current web site and product catalogue for the company that we were tasked with revamping. The company was called ‘Penelope’s Pleasures’ and it turned out it was a fetish and sex toy company. Their products ranged from the ‘ordinary’ vibrators, through leather and PVC clothing to whips, chains and bondage gear.

It made me feel most uncomfortable with the idea that I would be dealing with these kinky products, I’ve always deplored the deviants who would buy and use such items, and at first I was pretty wary about whether or not I actually wanted to help the company get back on its feet.

When I discussed my concerns with Mr Wilson, he of course understood my worries – he’s a very wise man after all. However, he pointed out that it doesn’t really matter whether a company sells potatoes or computers, bottled water or vibrators, the important thing was that the executives make the company as efficient and profitable as possible. And besides, we were consultants, we weren’t working in the sex industry ourselves, we were in the consultancy business, so I need not worry about it.

Of course I knew all that in theory, but in practice I clearly wasn’t ready to accept it yet. However, after I discussed it with Mr Wilson I did come to understand that I mustn’t be concerned about the products, that the important thing was to do the best job I could to put the company back on its feet so that Wilson Industries would make a profit and confirm our position with an important client like HKK.

By the end of the day I was fully on board having realised just what a wonderful opportunity this was for me. If I can pull this off then I’ll have a wonderful case study for my CV and it’ll be clear to everyone that I’m truly executive material. While I still hold some reservations about the products that’s Penelope’s Pleasures sells, I know that I can’t let that distract me.

Tuesday 30th June

So today was my first proper day working on the project. I spent the morning working through the product catalogue trying to get an idea of the products. It was actually a fairly bizarre morning. I just couldn’t really get my head around the kinky products or why anyone would really want to buy most of them; but of course Mr Wilson was a great help. He stopped by a couple of times to talk with me and give me some advice.

The strangest part of it all though was that while he was talking with me I couldn’t help but think about the fantasies I’d been having all weekend (and I must admit last night too).

He had pulled up a chair besides me so that we could both look at the computer screen. I could smell his aftershave and it brought me right back to the presentation of Friday. I could remember how in my fantasy he’d made me expose myself and it drove my heart racing as he sat so close to me.

It only became more intense when he had to lean in closer to see the screen better. He put his arm onto the back of my chair and was sitting three-quarters on to me so that the other hand could reach the keyboard and mouse if he needed to.

I guess it was partly the sexual nature of the images and material on the web site that got my mind running over various fantasies. Mr Wilson was explaining that the main business for Penelope’s Pleasures were actually their fetish and bondage gear – which set them apart from some adult on-line shops.

I couldn’t help myself imaging that he started to stroke my back as he spoke. Then I imagined that he whispered to me to undo my blouse so that we’d be able to compare my breasts with those of the models on the site. Of course Mr Wilson would never really dream of asking such a thing – even though I might secretly want him to.

I was paying attention to what he was saying, but at the same time my mind was playing the fantasy out. I imagined that I did unbutton my blouse and pull it open, proudly displaying my breasts to his view. Oh I found the idea very sexy. I think I might have actually pushed my breasts out a bit anyway and I hope he didn’t notice.

Fantasy Mr Wilson complimented me on my obedience and I couldn’t help feeling a frisson of pleasure knowing that I’d pleased him. After all he’s my mentor and I need to follow his instructions so that I can learn to be an effective executive.

We moved onto the part of the product catalogue that showed various leather and metal restraints. I just couldn’t understand why anyone would find being tied up sexy in any way at all.

As he took me through the various different types, I imagined that he placed his hand on my bare knees and softly stroked me as he gently pulled my legs apart. It was such an arousing fantasy, imagining my boss and mentor touching me so sensually.

His hand slid higher and higher all the time as my thighs slid wider and wider apart. And as I fantasised spreading my legs in my chair, I imagined my skirt riding up and up until I imagined that my thong covered pussy was clearly visible if he wanted to look down.

I must admit that I’m still surprised that I allowed myself to have this delightful little fantasy as we worked through Penelope’s Pleasures’ current site. But I know that I was able to completely concentrate on the job at hand even though I was letting the naughty thoughts run through my mind. Mr Wilson certainly didn’t seem to think that I was distracted from our work.

In my mind Mr Wilson’s fingers soon discovered that his touches had made my thong quite moist and he began to run his fingertips up and down my barely covered slit. I found the idea extremely exciting and oh so arousing. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to remain calm if he touched me like that and I imagined myself quivering and moaning as his fingers danced on my lacy thong.

A wicked idea came to my mind then and I fantasised that he told me to slip my panties down my legs and off, and of course fantasy Juliet was a good trainee and did as she was instructed. I think I must have been smiling as I imagined that since Mr Wilson told me what a good girl I was – clearly he was impressed that I was really getting into the job and finding it enjoyable – even if I had had reservations earlier.

And I guess he’s right, no matter what the products for Penelope’s Pleasures are, it’s my job to do whatever I can to help them be the best that they can be. I was a little surprised he called me a girl, but to be frank I suppose I am really as far as he is concerned, so I wasn’t put out by it, and over all I was happy that he was pleased.

In only a few minutes I slid back into my fantasy as we continued our work through the site – now we were looking at the wide selection of vibrators and dildos.

I must admit that I’m naïve when it comes to sex toys. While naturally I’ve heard of them and seen them in films and on TV, I’ve certainly never used one. And as we looked through the product catalogue I was amazed at the variety.

I naturally imagined that Mr Wilson slid his hand back along my silky thigh to my now bare and eagerly awaiting pussy. I just knew I would gasp when he touched me for the first time and of course in my fantasy I did. I imagined that I was putty in his hands as he explored my furry pussy.

We were looking at some “rabbit” vibrators at this point and Mr Wilson was telling me that they were currently very good sellers, and then my naughty imagination had him add: “I bet you’d love to have one of those purring away inside you wouldn’t you” and I imagined that he slid a figure into my slick tunnel eliciting another gasp from my fantasy alter-ego. “But you’d really be eager for those rabbit ears wouldn’t you?” In my imagination I came strong and hard as he said that and combined it with a flick of his thumb across my swollen clitoris.

It was a wonderful fantasy! I think it was partly my subconscious making me come to terms with the job I was going to have to do to prove myself as the professional executive I so desperately wanted to be. I knew then that I would be able to do an excellent job for Penelope’s Pleasures no matter what I might think of their more extreme products.

Thursday 2nd July

Oh god future Juliet, what a day, what a day!

I made a costly mistake this morning. I had been making great progress, I thought, deciding what changes needed to be made to the site. But I guess I got a little over confident. I had been working through the best selling dildos – god I still find it weird that I’m working with sex toys – and trying to decide on what would be best as a promotion to try and drum up more sales and well, I accidentally put a best seller on sale for a tenth of the price it should have been: I mistyped the decimal place.

Luckily, Mr Wilson spotted the mistake before we made too much of a loss. I don’t really know how I managed to make the mistake since I had been sure that I had had it right, but when Mr Wilson pointed it out to me I did remember doing it – guess I was just a little careless.

Well of course Mr Wilson wasn’t angry – he’s such a great person to remain so self-controlled – but of course he did make sure to point out what a serious mistake it was. The worst part though was when he said that he was disappointed with me. I suddenly felt terrible, knowing that I’d let him down after he’d given me such responsibility.

I guessed what was coming, but it was still a shock when he told me that he would have to punish me so that I would learn from my mistake.

Since it was my first offence he said that he would let me off with a simple spanking. I started to object, how could he expect me to submit to a spanking the whole idea was just too humiliating. However, he held up his hand to stop me and spent a few minutes reminding me of the training programme I’d agreed to and how important it was to follow all of its precepts if I wanted to progress. Of course I did want to.

And by the time he’d finished his explanation, I felt contrite and could have kicked myself for making such a fool of myself. I was acting like a child trying to get out of my punishment, when I should have quietly accepted it like a proper grown up, like a proper successful executive would have done. I swore to myself that in future I would not make a fuss – after all I’d made the mistake I had to take the consequences. It’ll be better to avoid the mistakes in the first place than cry over Mr Wilson’s justified punishment.

Reluctantly I lay myself over Mr Wilson knees and he adjusted my position until he was happy. Not that I was particularly happy about it. My head hung down near the floor, and I felt a little embarrassed at how my unfettered breasts dangled underneath me; my blouse barely containing them. I could feel that my skirt was riding very high and I was humiliated knowing that Mr Wilson could probably see my barely covered pussy between my thighs.

To my embarrassment, I found myself a little excited at that thought. I knew that Mr Wilson wasn’t interested in looking, that this was purely part of his executive training programme. I blushed as I realised that part of me wished that he did want to look, and I couldn’t help myself from imagining that my fantasy Mr Wilson was hungrily taking in the view.

It only got worse though since he took hold of the hem of my brief skirt, lifted it away from my bottom, folded it down past my waist and then tucked it into my belt. He told me that a proper spanking must always be done on the bare buttocks. I was so humiliated, and I can tell you, even though he hadn’t laid one finger on me yet I was definitely making all sorts of pledges to myself not to make any more mistakes. I could certainly see why he felt that this sort of punishment, as part of his training programme, was effective.

I felt so exposed, with only my thong protecting my modesty, and to my further shame he complimented me on my choice of underwear saying that it was foresighted of me choose underwear that left my buttocks exposed for my punishment.

So I already felt very humbled and humiliated even before he started the punishment.

Fire erupted across my bare bum and I couldn’t help but give out a loud scream. His first spank was quickly followed by another on my other buttock. It was indescribable. I had never felt such humiliation before. Of course there was pain, but it was the embarrassment at being spanked that was far worse.

Mr Wilson was telling me over and over that I had to be a good girl and learn my lessons, that it was very important to follow his directions if I wanted to succeed. He would say something and then bring his hand down with a loud smack on my reddening buttocks as if to make his point.

I couldn’t help squirming in his lap and he had to place his other hand on my back to hold me in position. Underneath me my poor breasts wobbled from side to side. I must have looked a real sight.

He rained down spank after spank, and each stung sharply before fading to a dull throb.

Oh yes, there was pain. There was indeed pain, but there was unfortunately something else.

I think it was the fact that I knew that my pussy was almost on display together with those naughty fantasies I’ve been having about Mr Wilson, but as the spanking continued, I couldn’t help myself. I became more and more aroused.

I know I shouldn’t have done. It was certainly very inappropriate.

Unfortunately I found it harder and harder to concentrate on what Mr Wilson was saying since I couldn’t stop thinking about my rapidly moistening pussy.

I don’t really understand it, I’ve certainly never had any fantasies about being spanked before – though from some of the products on sale at Penelope’s Pleasures I had realised that there were some people who clearly did – and yet as Mr Wilson punished me for my mistake I was becoming more and more turned on.

I’m ashamed to say that I think I began to moan out loud, I just hope that Mr Wilson thought it was moans of pain. As my imagination ran wild I’m amazed to say that I found that I was getting close to an orgasm. That would have been far too humiliating, but luckily just when I thought I couldn’t hold it back any more Mr Wilson called a halt to my punishment. I was so relieved.

I know that I wasn’t particularly composed as Mr Wilson helped me to stand up. Fortunately he didn’t seem to notice the state I was in, I guess he expected me to be subdued after being punished, and hopefully he put my flushed face down to my being embarrassed at being punished rather than the arousal that burned within me.

My punishment wasn’t completely over though. Mr Wilson told me that it was important for me to think on my mistake and my punishment before I could return to work. He told me to stand in the corner of his office facing into the corner. That was embarrassing enough, but I only realised when I’d finished that my skirt was still tucked into my belt and my red buttocks had remained on display all the while that I stood there contemplating my mistake. I wonder what Mr Wilson must have thought.

While I stood there he just continued to work at his desk as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t spend the time thinking on my mistake but instead I thought about my punishment. Though not in the way that I’m sure I was supposed to. No instead I thought about how turned on I was, how it had affected me. My panties were absolutely soaking wet. I blushing now just thinking about it.

I was in such a state. I really don’t know how Mr Wilson didn’t notice, but thankfully he didn’t. He was just sat at his desk working and muttering to himself as if I wasn’t even there. I can’t remember what he was muttering about, but in some ways I felt reassured by it. It made it all seem so normal.

My mind was a whirl. I realised that I had actually enjoyed my spanking and would happily submit to another if Mr Wilson deemed it necessary. However, I knew that I wouldn’t make a mistake on purpose – I’m far too much of a professional to do that.

I found myself fantasising over and over again that Mr Wilson would take me over his knee and spank me.

He made me stand there for about ten or fifteen minutes and then finally dismissed me back to my office to continue my work.

Unfortunately I had to make a quick detour to the ladies room. I couldn’t help myself. I was so worked up, I had to “finish” myself off. I was a little shocked at how wet my panties were and I had to take them off, there was no way I could sit in them for the rest of the day.

It was actually quite thrilling to be sitting there naked beneath my short skirt – and since I didn’t want to get my skirt damp either, I was careful to sit with my skirt flipped back behind me. The only downside was that my poor bum was so sore from my spanking that I had to be very careful how I sat.

When I got home this evening, I just had to masturbate again fantasising about Mr Wilson spanking me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused as I was today, as I am still, if truth be told.

I am a bit worried by how I’m feeling at the moment. I’m worried that I might be becoming some sort of sex maniac, some sort of freak.

I hope that I can pull myself together properly tomorrow so that I can concentrate on work. While I wouldn’t mind another spanking if I did make a mistake, I want to do well and get that next promotion, and I don’t want to disappoint Mr Wilson after all he’s been doing for me.

Friday 3rd July

I’m so relieved. I’m not a freak or a sex maniac. Mr Wilson explained it all to me today and now I understand that everything that’s been happening to me is completely normal and nothing to worry about at all.

Let me explain, though of course no doubt you remember it well future Juliet. However, I actually think it’ll help me cement it all in my psyche if I write it down.

My revelation all started with a very embarrassing and humiliating moment, but I’m now so glad that it happened and I’m thankful that Mr Wilson is such a wise and understanding man. I’m so lucky that I have him to guide me.

I didn’t really sleep very well last night. My sore bottom from my spanking and more importantly the strange new fantasies that it brought to my mind meant that I just couldn’t get to sleep. It kept going around and around in my mind all night. I did get a few hours of fitful sleep – probably because I managed to exhaust myself with my masturbation and many many orgasms. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that and write it down but it’s true. I couldn’t seem to keep my fingers away from my clitoris last night and my poor little clit was a little sore this morning.

Well that was part of the problem. When I got to work this morning I was pretty pre-occupied and my poor pussy was still swollen and sore from all of my night-time playing.

The first problem was I couldn’t help my abused pussy from getting wet again. So remembering yesterday’s thrill of being without underwear, I quickly slipped off my panties and sat with my completely bare, and still slightly sore, bottom on my office chair. It felt so naughty and yet so thrilling.

I came undone though because half way through the morning I was working through the products that Penelope sold to do with bondage gear. I was making notes about each product and looking up sales figures and checking on profitability based on manufacturing costs and sales price. Then I came across a stunning sight. On the screen in front of me was a product called a spanking bench and the picture that illustrated it showed a young beautiful naked woman fastened to the bench with a man standing behind her and from her reddened bottom it was clear that he was in the middle of spanking her.

It immediately brought me back to my punishment yesterday. I remembered every detail of my own spanking, and while I was remembering that, I couldn’t help myself from reaching down between my legs and gently caressing my pussy. It was the only time I’ve ever done something so lewd at work (well apart from my session in the ladies yesterday – but that was in the privacy of the cubicle not in my office) and what do you know. At exactly that moment Mr Wilson walked into my office – it was almost as if he’d been waiting for that very moment, of course that’s impossible but the timing was terrible.

I was mortified, my boss had caught me masturbating at my desk. Yet Mr Wilson wasn’t angry. In fact he was great about it.

He came and sat besides me, telling me that it was okay and nothing to worry about. I felt totally humiliated and couldn’t stop myself from breaking down and sobbing my apology for letting him down.

He just hugged me and told me that there was nothing to apologise for. We had a long heart to heart. He asked me some questions, primarily about whether I’d done it at work before and then how often I masturbated at home, and if I enjoyed being naked.

I couldn’t hold anything back, I felt so miserable for having betrayed the trust that Mr Wilson had given me. So I ended up telling him that I had been so much more turned on recently and I remember I blushed so much when I told him I was masturbating much more often than before. I also admitted that I had recently started sleeping in the nude, but of course that I didn’t walk around naked even when I was at home – that would be too embarrassing.

I was so embarrassed to admit everything but for some reason I just couldn’t hold anything back. Worse as each embarrassing thing came out I felt myself getting more and more aroused, and do you know, I found myself imagining once again that Mr Wilson had reached between my legs and was playing with my sopping pussy. Just how perverse is that? Thankfully I didn’t tell him about my fantasies about him or else he would have been horrified and disgusted.

I think one of the worse parts of it was that Mr Wilson was so understanding. Once I’d laid everything out for him and felt so low, even imagining him stroking me, he told me that I shouldn’t worry. That in fact one of the main problems was that I was bottling everything up.

He told me that it was perfectly natural for a healthy young woman, like me, to have a powerful sex drive. That in fact the more intelligent the woman was the more vivid her imagination and the stronger her arousal usually was. He told me that I shouldn’t worry that my libido has seemingly taken off in the last few weeks. He explained that it was only natural that after a major change in my life that my body should react.

He said that it probably also related to the work that I was doing. Clearly the products had a certain sexual nature to them so it was only natural that I might find myself with a heightened libido while working on the project.

He told me that it was fine to allow my imagination to wander as long as I kept working hard. More importantly I wasn’t to let myself bottle up my fantasies so that I became frustrated – and more likely to make mistakes.

As an executive trainee, I had to grasp everything that came along and turn it into an advantage. In this case he was sure that my powerful imagination would help me with my work.

And if during my work I found myself a little “indisposed”, well that was fine so long as my results stayed as good as they had been up to now. I was thrilled that he was pleased with my results – I can feel yet another promotion coming quite soon.

Anyway, the way he explained it all to me made perfect sense. I can’t believe how understanding Mr Wilson is. He’s such a great man, and I know that I’m learning so much from him. As I write it down now though I can’t remember everything that he told me and I think I need to discuss it again with him.

Well, the upshot of it all was that he told that I shouldn’t worry about it. That I needed to relax and go with the flow. He even said that he was surprised that I would feel embarrassed about being naked at home, it wasn’t something that he’d expected from someone like me. And of course the strange thing is, that now I actually think about it I know that there is nothing wrong with being naked when I’m at home, on my own. When I’m as horny as I am at the moment, it actually feels great to be nude, it’s so liberating and it only helps drives my arousal even higher – thinking that someone might come to the door and discover me without my clothes.

Anyway, before that thought starts a nice new fantasy off, I’ll sign off for the night.

Sunday 5th July

I’m so pleased with myself, and I’m sure that Mr Wilson is going to be pleased and proud of me – and that can only mean that I get that all important next promotion.

Yesterday I got to thinking about the project and how I could improve my performance – I certainly didn’t want to get another spanking (well that’s not strictly true – but I didn’t want to disappoint Mr Wilson enough so that he decided to spank me again)

Well, a thought dawned on me that the reason I’d made the mistake on Thursday was because I’m not familiar enough with the products or the people who buy them. So I thought that I should do some research on the Internet.

I just know that Mr Wilson will be pleased.

I spent the whole day yesterday and today on the net. I started by looking at competitors’ web sites. But to be frank they didn’t really offer me much insight, other than checking our pricing competitiveness.

Then I had another brainwave. I realised I was approaching it in the wrong way. Instead of looking at what we and our competitors sold, I should be thinking about what our customers want. I’d found myself once more looking at spanking benches and was really turned on again, then it struck me. I should be researching bondage and fetish. I needed to understand what turned on the people who might buy from us so that I could decide which products to highlight and which we should think about dropping.

I must say that I was really lucky, I had no idea where to start my search, but somehow I found some really great sites. I can’t really remember how I found them, I kind of remember just typing their addresses into my browser, but of course that’s not right. No matter what, I found some really good material.

It was a real big eye opener.

I found pictures and videos of beautiful young women all in submissive situations. The first few I looked through were all about spanking – that was what caught my eye first because of the reaction I’d had after the spanking I’d received.

I found the images fascinating and above all arousing, and when I watched a video I had to masturbate. It was so exciting. Of course I had to undress so that I could be as comfortable as possible while I played with myself. I felt very wicked to be sitting in front of my computer naked, but you know, it actually felt great.

I knew that I couldn’t just indulge my fantasies about Mr Wilson spanking me, so I made myself look at other images, videos and some surprisingly erotic stories.

To my amazement I found them as arousing as the spanking ones. I found myself imagining that it was me in all of those erotic situations: naked and serving powerful men, bound and gagged, performing oral sex and being fucked over and over.

I’m a little surprised at my reaction really, since previously I’ve always though that people into BDSM (as I learnt this was called) were weird and I certainly never imagined that I might be turned on by thoughts of being submissive – after all I’m aiming to be a powerful executive and I know that men and women are equal, but the thoughts of being made to strip and service a strong man just turns my mind to jelly. Well, I guess, there’s nothing wrong with fantasies.

I am so pleased with myself. I really did some great research and I feel that I just know what makes our customers tick. And I had such a good time finding it out – I’ve had so many orgasms and I’m pretty tired, but I feel so so good. I can’t wait until tomorrow when I can demonstrate my new understanding to Mr Wilson. I just know that he’s going to be pleased.