The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“We’re here,” Reggie Winston said.

“Mm hmm,” Meg Cartwright said noncommitally. “I can see that.”

“Come on. Cut me some slack, would you,” Reggie said.

Meg looked at her fingernails before looking back at her boyfriend. “It was your idea to come here,” she reminded him. “I told you before. I’m a city girl. If it was up to me, we wouldn’t be here.”

Reggie couldn’t help but sigh at that. There wasn’t any doubt about it. Meg wasn’t going to cut him any slack.

They’d rented a car at Heathrow and after some directions from the fellow at the car rental place, they’d found themselves on a highway heading north and Meg had sulked the whole way up. Why couldn’t we stay overnight in London, she’d asked. Why did we have to get in the car right away. Why couldn’t we have done some shopping.

Once they were on the highway, Reggie really didn’t need to consult the instructions that he’d downloaded from the Internet. He’d read them often enough that he almost had them memorized but that didn’t stop Reggie from consulting them again anyway. At any rate though, after a substantial drive with a few stops along the way, the two of them found themselves pulling up in front of an old Scottish castle.

A doorman quickly rushed forward and opened the door for meg before peering in at Reggie. “Good evening, sir. Are you checking in to Macmillan House?”

“We are.”

“Right then. If you’ll step through here, we can take care of the registration process.”

“But our bags?”

“I can take care of those for you, sir, and I’ll see you inside in a moment.”

Reggie paused for a moment and then he grabbed his laptop case. “All right then. We’ll see you inside.”

Reggie and Meg walked into the castle where a man behind a reception desk looked up at their entrance. “Good evening,” the man said. “My name is Robert Macmillan. Welcome to Macmillan House. Are you here to check in?”

“We are indeed,” Reggie said.

“Very good then. If you’ll sign in here, we can get you up to your room. What’s your name, sir?”

“It’s Reggie. Reggie Winston.”

“Yes, sir. I have your reservation right here. Now if you’ll just sign here.”

In no time at all, the check-in procedure was completed. Robert handed over the room keys. “I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here at Macmillan House. Kyle here will show you to your room.”

The bellhop nodded. “If you’ll proceed on to the elevators ...”

“Elevators?”

The kid grinned. “We had to put those in. There’s not many old Scottish castles that were built with elevators but it makes them a whole lot easier taking the luggage upstairs. I mean I suppose they could have done it the old fashioned way and had the stuff carried up by hand but I know one thing. If they’d done that, they would have had to find someone else to do the job.”

She had to pee.

She could have turned on the light. She probably should have, too, but she decided to give Reggie a break just this once although he shouldn’t get used to something like that. Sometimes, you had to tick your boyfriend off just to show him who was boss.

She crossed over to the bathroom and she closed the door and only then did she turn on the lights.

But when she turned on the lights, it wasn’t a bathroom she was in and she most definitely was not dressed for bed.

What she was wearing was a thin formless smock over her thin body. Her hair was matted and instead of a bathroom sink, there was a large sink filled with soapy water and lots of pots and pans.

Her name was ... her name was Maggie.

Odd, she thought but for a moment there, it was almost as if she’d meant to say something else but really, what else was there to say. Her name was Maggie of course.

“Look at all that work you still have to do,” someone was saying. “My, my, my. You really have been rather lax.”

She wasn’t being lax, she wanted to say but she didn’t say it. After all, what would be the point and besides, for a girl like her in the position she was in, it wouldn’t do to raise a fuss anyways.

“Go ahead,” the voice told her. “Get to work.”

Maggie slipped her hands into the warm, soapy water and even as she did, she could feel hands fondling her bottom and then moments later, those hands were pulling up her dress to get an even more personal feel of her little, round bottom.

“Go on,” the voice told her.

She soaped up the first pan even as that hand fondled her bottom and then she could feel the hand pulling down her panties.

“I see someone likes this.”

She shouldn’t say she liked it. She wasn’t supposed to like it. She wasn’t supposed to like it but it was her job to serve. If there was just one thing she was supposed to do, it was to serve.

“I see someone likes this,” the voice said, “but that will be all for now.”

She blinked her eyes and the next thing she saw was Meg in the mirror and she still had to pee.

“Well, it isn’t London,” Meg allowed to the man at the concierge’s desk, “and when Reggie here said he wanted to take a vacation in Britain, I’ll have to admit that I was rather thinking of what it would be like to do all that shopping in London. That would have been fun, wouldn’t it, Reggie?”

The hapless Reggie nodded glumly although it hardly took an IQ of any substantial amount to see that Reggie was hardly all that keen on going shopping in London.

“Maybe we’ll spend a day or two in London before we leave. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“But our itinerary—”

“Oh, Reggie, come on. Don’t be such a stick in the mud. Itineraries were made to be broken.”

“But I have to be at work,” Reggie protested.

The man behind the desk could have let this go on but instead, he decided to step in. Perhaps it was because he felt sorry for the hapless Reggie. Perhaps it was he’d grown tired of hearing Meg berate her boyfriend. Or maybe it was just that he wasn’t being paid enough to sit here and listen to these two bicker. Whatever the case, the man behind the desk cleared his throat to once more bring the attention back to him.

“Pardon me,” he said, “but if we could go over what brought you here to me, then the two of you could get back to your vacation.”

“An excellent idea,” the girl said. “Why didn’t you think of that, Reggie?”

Reggie couldn’t help but snort at that but the truth was he was used to the way his girlfriend treated him.

“I could set you up with some tours of some of the local areas of interest,” the concierge suggested.

“Hmm. I don’t know,” Meg said. “Now would any of those tours include visits to places where we could do some shopping?”

“They could.”

“Now you see, Reggie, this man understands what I like and I like that. Why don’t you see what you can do to set us up with a tour like that.”

“Consider it done.”

For the moment at least, Maggie wasn’t sure where she was. All she knew was she was in a dark room and she’d been asleep but now she wasn’t.

No actually, she realized, that wasn’t all she knew. She knew she was naked. It amazed her that she could have forgotten that but she was indeed naked. After all, she only had the one smock and she’d taken it off to wash it just as she did every night and now it was hanging there by the fire just as it always was and since they didn’t let her wear anything under her smock, if she wasn’t wearing her smock, then she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

And of course, she wasn’t alone. There were others here, just like her. Other girls whose only job was to serve. It felt good to serve. It felt good to be of service.

Of course, that wasn’t what she was doing now. She was supposed to be asleep. She had a hard days work ahead of her tomorrow but then that never changed. She always had a hard days work ahead of her. There were no breaks for her. There were no days off. Her job was to serve and she did her job very well.

She slid a hand down between her legs and she let her fingers find their way between her legs. Mmm, that felt good.

She was wet and her fingers only made her wetter. Not all the girls like her did what she was doing now but she knew she wasn’t the only one. Heck, even now, there might be some of the others trying to do exactly what she was doing now.

She couldn’t help but gasp as she pushed a finger up into her pussy even as her other hand fondled one of her breasts. Oh geez. That was good.

She stroked her pussy even harder. It was hard no to moan but she didn’t want to wake the others but still ...

Oh geez. She was close. She was so very close. Oh geez. Just a little more.

Just a little more.

Oh fuck, yeah.

Maggie’s job was to serve but if that was her job, then why was she awake. For the life of her, Maggie couldn’t figure that one out. To be of service, she needed to be well rested so he should be asleep so with that, Maggie rolled over and went back to sleep.

“There’s nothing to do here,” Meg complained irritably.

“Hmm,” her boyfriend replied. “Did you say something?”

“I said there’s nothing to do here,” Meg said irritably. “There’s not even a pool here.”

“No, I don’t suppose there would be,” Reggie said. “This is an old Scottish castle and the last I looked, pools weren’t in big demand back when they were building castles.”

“And that’s my problem how?” Meg asked. “I’ll bet if I went to the local Hilton or Sheraton, I’ll bet I’d find they had a pool there.”

“So?”

“So maybe I’d like to go sit out by the pool. Maybe I’d like to get some sun.”

“Come on, Meg. This is Scotland.”

“So?”

“So it’s kind of cool here.”

“Yeah and if you’ll recall, it wasn’t my idea to come here, was it?”

Reggie couldn’t help but sigh at that. He wondered how many times his girlfriend was going to remind him about that before the vacation was done. Heck, for that matter, he wondered how many times she was going to remind him about it after the vacation was over. “Listen,” he said, “how about I go talk to the guy at the front desk and see what there is to do around here.”

“You do that, but Reggie?”

“Yeah?”

“You should have already known that before we ever came here.”

Reggie nodded. He really should have said something, he told himself as he walked off.

Her name was Chef, Maggie thought as she cowered in the shadow of the other woman. She’d been scrubbing the floors when the other woman had approached her and somehow, it just felt so good and so right to be there on her knees.

Actually, truth be told, Chef might have been a bit matronly looking but it wasn’t like the middle-aged woman was all that big in size. No, it was more about how Maggie thought about herself. She was just so low. She knew she was worthless so she didn’t expect anyone to have any respect for her.

“You know you are worthless, don’t you?”

Maggie couldn’t help but nod numbly. She really did want to stand up for herself but something kept her from disagreeing with Chef and somehow that made it even worse.

“Bah. I sometimes wonder why I keep someone like you around.”

Again, Maggie nodded numbly.

“But then I remember there has to be a reason and I think we both know what that reason is. Why don’t you lift up your dress and show me your tits.”

Maggie pulled her dress out from under her knees and then she was pulling it up past her waist and up past her smallish breasts. She wasn’t wearing panties or a bra but then why should she. She was so low that her position barely merited a dress.

“Yes,” Chef purred. “Yes, now I’m starting to remember why I keep you around. It’s certainly not for the work you do. Anyone could do that but those breasts, they certainly are nice and cute.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Oh, honey, no need to thank me yet. Why don’t you pull the dress the rest of the way off.”

Maggie of course complied which left her naked on her knees.

Now Chef pulled her own dress up. “Take my panties off.”

Again, Maggie complied without hesitation.

“I think you know what to do with that. Let’s see you lick that pussy.”

As if she had any choice, Maggie might have said but quite frankly, that would have sounded rather like talking back and if there was one thing that Maggie didn’t want to be accused of, it was talking back so as Chef moved forward and as she ground herself against Maggie’s face, Maggie rather happily took to licking the other woman’s pussy.

“See. You can do something right if you put your mind to it.”

Maggie nodded numbly.

“Time to change positions. Stand up.”

Somehow, that felt wrong. It was so much better being here on her knees where she belonged but an order was an order so Maggie stood just like she’d been told to do.

“Bend over the sink.”

Maggie bent over the sink and as she did, she could see dirty pots and pans there.they were waiting for her. It was part of her duty. It was good to have a job. It was good to have a duty but for now, it was good enough to do just what she’d been told to do. She could feel Chef coming up beside her. One hand worked its way between her legs. The other hand worked its way to her beasts, “it’s good to do what you’re told, isn’t it?”

It was.

“You’re wet.”

Hardly much of a revelation there, Maggie thought. Of course she’d be wet but then who wouldn’t be wet when her superiors took the time to actually use her body. She knew she was low so having her superiors use her was just one more way that she could be of service.

Chef roughly slid a finger into her wet pussy. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah,” Maggie moaned.

“Too bad,” and now there was a second finger to join the first and then a third one to join the second.

Maggie couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t even sure if it was allowed but allowed or not, she just couldn’t help herself. She had to moan.

“Oh ho, so little girl likes this. Little girl likes to be used.”

She did like it. She did like to be used.

“Time for little girl to cum, isn’t it?”

Chef was right but then if there was one thing that Maggie was sure of, it was that Chef was always right and almost as if to prove the point, her pussy squirted even as Chef’s fingers made her cum.

“That’s a good girl,” Chef congratulated her. “Now we’ll see about you doing me.”

Maggie couldn’t wait. It was so good to be of service.

Chef pulled up a chair and she sat down and then pointed at a spot between her knees. “Get down there,” Chef ordered.

Maggie couldn’t wait to do as she’d been told to do.

“I think you already know where your place is but just in case you don’t, get your mouth down there and lick my pussy and don’t you dare stop until you make me cum.”

Maggie couldn’t wait. She offered up her tongue to Chef’s willing clit.

“That’s it,” Chef moaned even as her fingers intwined themselves in Maggie’s hair and pulled the girl even harder onto her clit. “That’s it. Lick that pussy.”

She was licking.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Keep licking.”

She was licking.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop.”

She most definitely wasn’t stopping.

Chef groaned as her pussy gave into Maggie’s tongue and still the girl licked her and all the while, Maggie kept thinking just one thing.

It was so good to be of service.

Meg couldn’t wait. Today, finally, they were going to go shopping. It wasn’t shopping in London ... God, what she wouldn’t have given to get inside Harrods ... but at least it was something, and anything was better than being cooped up in this stupid castle all day.

Her happiness soon waned when they arrived at their destination. “What is this?” she asked.

“It’s a market.”

“But I thought we were going shopping.”

“We are,” Reggie said. “We’re here.”

“But I thought we were going to a mall, Reggie. I want to go to a mall.”

Reggie shrugged. “To tell the truth, we’re in a foreign country. I’m not sure where you’d find a mall here. Heck, for that matter, I’m not even sure if they have malls here.”

“Reggie, it’s not some kind of third world country. It’s Scotland. They have to have malls here.”

“You’re probably right but I don’t know where they are.”

“You should have found out, Reggie. You should have found out before we came here.”

Reggie had finished packing long ago and honestly, Meg had been procrastinating in the hopes that she could get Reggie to leave.

“Aren’t you done yet?” her boyfriend asked.

“Almost.”

“You know for someone who didn’t want to be here, you don’t seem to be in any great hurry to leave.”

“Well maybe if you’d stop hounding me, maybe I could get the job done.”

“I’m not hounding you. I just want you to hurry.”

“I can’t hurry with you telling me to hurry.”

“You want me to shut up?”

“Yes. No. I need some gum for the flight. Can you go downstairs and buy me some gum?”

“You want me to buy you some gum.”

“Yes. Would you, please?”

“Fine. I’ll go downstairs and buy you some gum.”

Meg couldn’t wait for Reggie to leave so that she could finish off what she was doing. It wasn’t even like she wanted a momento of her trip here because after all, she hadn’t wanted to come in the first place and her time here had done nothing to tell her that her initial assessment was wrong so maybe it was just that she wasn’t supposed to be doing it that made her do it but she grabbed the robe off the hangar and she scurried back to her suitcase. She’d make it fit, she told herself. She always did.

There came a knock on her door. Damn. Who the hell was that? She finished stuffing the robe into her luggage and zipped it closed before going to answer the door.

It was that guy who’d checked them in on the very first night. He’d said his name was Macmillan but what was his first name. Something that began with an R. She remembered that much. Robert or Richard or something like that. “Good morning, Ms. Cartwright,” the man said. “I see you’re checking out today.”

“That’s right,” Meg said warily knowing full well what she had stuffed in her suitcase.

“Did you enjoy your stay here? I know you seemed to be wishing you’d done something different on the night when you arrived.”

“It’s fine,” Meg said hoping that she could easily get the hotel manger to go away.

“Hmm yes. I suppose it would be, Maggie, but let me ask you this. What are you doing up here with all the guests?”

What had he just called her and yet ...

“S-sir?” she stammered.

“You know this isn’t the place for you. You know you’re a below stairs maid. You know your place is in the scullery cleaning up the pots and the pans or down on your knees scrubbing the floor so what are you doing here?”

Maggie couldn’t help but hang her head. She was just so embarrassed to be caught up here.

“And look at you? Dressed in some other woman’s clothes like you thought you belonged up here. I have to say I am ashamed of you. I should fire you right now.”

“No please,” Maggie begged. “Please don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Please don’t fire me.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I got nowhere else to go.”

The man just stared at her and then finally he chuckled. “I have to tell you, Maggie. You sure are one lucky woman.”

“Lucky, sir?”

“Yes, lucky. You’re lucky that I’m such a big softy but first we need to get you out of those clothes.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ll what are you waiting for. Strip.”

“Yes, sir,” and moments later, Maggie was doing exactly that until she was standing there completely naked.

He seemed to be looking at her although Maggie couldn’t really bring herself to look up at him. So honestly, she couldn’t really be sure.

“Do you like your job, Maggie?”

“Sir?”

“It’s not a hard question. Do you like your job? Yes or no.”

“It’s my job,” the bewildered girl answered.

“That’s not what I asked you. I asked you if you liked your job. Do you like being a scullery maid?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You must like being subservient.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get down on your hands and knees.”

Maggie didn’t even bother to ask why he wanted her in that position. It was simply enough to know that that was the way he wanted her so she got down on her hands and knees.

He was talking even as he walked around behind her. “You know, a girl like you has to be punished for her insubordination, don’t you?”

She certainly did know that.

That’s when she felt the man’s hands on her bottom. “Don’t be thinking that this is going to get you out of every little piece of insubordination but I have to say I do like this.”

Maggie couldn’t help but moan as her master fucked her and it wasn’t just the fact that she had a cock in her pussy. It was everything. It was the fact that she knew her pace. It was the fact that she was on her knees. It was the fact that she was so subservient and yes, it was the fact that she had a cock in her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

He liked it. He really liked it and for that matter, so too did she.

“Such a tight, little cunt,” the man groaned, “but then I knew you would be.”

He liked her. He really liked her.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”

She wanted that. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum right there in her tight, little pussy.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”

He was doing it. He was cumming inside her. He was cumming inside her and it felt good.

He pulled out and he gave her ass a hard smack. “There you go,” he said finally. “I hope you’ve learned something from all of this. Now it’s time for you to go get dressed. Where are your clothes?”

“My clothes?”

“Yes your clothes. Certainly you didn’t come up here without any clothes on.”

No, of course not. That would have been ridiculous.

“Perhaps in the closet,” he suggested.

Maggie looked in the closet and to her relief, she found the smock that she always wore.

“Go on. Put it on and get out of here and if anyone asks you, you tell them that I said it was okay for you to be up here.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“No, thank you. Now go on. Get out.”

Maggie scampered from the room and moments later, Robert hefted up what had been her suitcase and he left too. On his way to the elevator, he ran into Reggie on his way back to the room. “Good morning, sir,” he said. “Checking out today?”

“Yep. Time to get back to the old grind stone.”

“We’ll I hope you enjoyed your stay with us.”

“I most certainly did.”

“Well we certainly enjoyed having you here with us. Be sure to tell your friends about us and maybe the next time you come, maybe you’ll bring a friend with you.”

“Maybe I will,” Reggie allowed. “Maybe I will.”