The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The building took Madison’s breath away.

It regularly made Architect’s Digest as one of the 6 most beautiful headquartes in the world. The company, Loloth Industries, was ranked by Furbz magazine as the greatest company to work for in the world. It had the highest growth per quarter of any company in history. If its GDP were a country, it’d be the fourth richest in the world.

If only she were there under different circumstances.

She walked up the Grecian marble steps and into the reception area. The heavy glass doors flowed open, resembling an expert ballerina doing an opening stretch. There was only a simple desk in the entrance, staffed by a stunning blonde who could be a model for her height. The room itself was a half-circle, with two hallways leading deeper into the building to the left and right. It was barely decorated; anyone who had business here would go farther inside. Anyone who didn’t would be told to leave.

“Hi, I’m Madison. I’m here for my first day,” she said nervously. She felt tremendously self-conscious in the simple grey dress and Keds she was wearing, but she didn’t want to upset her boss Amanda. Madison blushed, as though eveyone could tell the clothes were Amanda’s worn hand-me-downs.

“Welcome to Loloth Industries Madison!” the blonde chirped, putting Madison at ease. She looked at the blonde’s ID Card: A glamor headshot of the blonde, and the name “Nadia,” with a yellow border. She seemed kind of dumb and bubbly, which Madison looked down on her for. Obviously she was hired for her beauty, not brains.

“Let me get you your stuff for your first day,” she continued.

Well, at least Madison was working at Loloth industries, even if it was as Amanda’s lowly assistant. She grimaced as she remembered the interview, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice.

Amanda Mathis: lanky, unpopular, nerdy. The girl Madison used to torment every day in high school, was now an executive at this company. Madison almost walked out when she learned the position was to act as an errand girl for Amanda. She almost walked out again when she learned the starting wage.

But somehow, Amanda convinced her to take the job.

“Listen, Madison, this is the first step on an amazing career ladder. I know we had our differences in the past, but I think you’d be a wonderful fit for Loloth,” Amanda told her during the interview.

Madison was unplussed about the job responsibilities (she was practically a servant!) but in the end she couldn’t resist the prestige of working at Loloth. Already she had bragged about the job to her friends! What would they think if she turned around and didn’t work there?

The two girls shook hands, and Madison agreed to meet at Amanda’s house that weekend for a ‘mandatory wardrobe consultation.’

That marked the beginning of Madison’s downfall.

“Are you wearing contact lenses?” the statuesque blonde asked, snapping Madison to attention.

“No!.. I mean, yes.”

“Okay, you’ll need to take them out. These eyeglasses will be your visual interface while you work here. They’ve been fit to your prescription,” Nadia explained.

Madison looked at the glasses. They were black, oversized, full rim frame glasses. The same kind that Amanda used to wear in high school until she got tired of Madison constantly ragging on them. Madison sighed, and removed her contact lenses. How did they know her prescription?

“Do you have a place I can put these at least?” Madison huffed, reffering to her old contact lenses.

Nadia held out a trash can.

“They look good on you!” Nadia said cheerfully, holding up a mirror. Madison looked like every nerdy girl in popular media. The frames totally dominated her face.

“Thanks,” Madison responded.

Nadia handed her a small bluetooth receiver that fit snugly inside of her ear, then handed Madison her own I.D. Card. Madison looked at the photo of herself—gorgeous, white teeth, brunette, no eyeglasses. It had a light blue border around the outside.

“The system is initializing,” said an aristocratic English woman’s voice. Madison nearly jumped. A progress bar started filling on her eyeglasses!

“Yeah, that startles everyone! That’s just NAMI, she’s the voice of the AI system that links everyone together here,” Nadia explained.

Madison had an increasingly hard time telling what was on the screen of her eyeglasses and what was inside her eyes. Somehow, text was floating out in the distance, hovering above objects or printed on top of them.

“Startup is finished. Welcome to Loloth, Madison!” the voice said into her ear. It sounded so... refined. Too perfect to be a robot’s voice.

“Uh, thanks?” Madison said, to no one. Nadia laughed.

“Yeah, everyone does that too. There’s usually no reason to speak back to Nadia. Just think of her as a tour guide, or a handler.”

“I’m creating a path for you to Miss Mathis’s office,” NAMI intoned. Suddenly, a path of light blue arrows appeared on the ground, leading to the left hallway.

Without answering or acknowledging Nadia furher, Madison walked away. In spite of everything, her heart was racing with excitement! Few people outside Loloth Industries had ever been inside their headquarters.

“NAMI stands for Neuro-Affective Messaging Interface,” NAMI said plainly. Madison nodded, not knowing what else to do.

As soon as she entered the hallway the decor changed entirely.

A priceless red carpet ran the length of it, and the cherrywood walls were punctuated with fake candles that gave off beautiful natural light. Hanging on the walls were paintings by famous artists: Fra Angelico, Titian, and Rembrandt. One painting bothered her, though. With NAMI’s help, she identified it as “The Abyss of Hell” by Botticelli. She stopped to examine it closer, but her earbud made a shrill buzz, and the arrows on the ground blinked urgently.

Madison understood and continued down the hallway.

On her way down the hall, she passed by a couple of women. The one in front was a pale, raven-haired beauty wearing prolific high heels, which echoed all down the hallway. She was dressed in a smart business suit, and held her chin up high. Behind her a few steps, carrying her files and a coffee, was a short-haired blonde girl. The blonde girl was dressed remarkably casual: just a short white summer dress and canvas shoes. Madison noticed that the blonde girl had her eyes downcast, but then a red arrow showed up in her vision, urging her to stand aside.

Madison pressed against the hallway as the women passed. She looked at their badges: the black-haired woman had a purple border around her badge, while the blonde had a light blue border around hers. The same color as Madison’s. The lead woman eyed Madison, which caused her to start.

“You are being tagged,” NAMI announced into Madison’s ear with no further explanation. The duo continued past Madison down the hall, and Madison watched briefly. The blonde’s dress was almost entirely backless but for two straps, and scooped down to her waist. Shrugging, she went along her way.

The hall started to curve, giving her the impression that she was walking along a great circle. After a while, the hallway opened up: on the right she saw stairs upwards, on the left it continued along. Her path took her up the stairs.

At the top appeared to be a mostly abandoned lounge: something between a coffee shop and a restaurant. Madison noticed two women sitting on a lavish sofa, but they gave her pause.

There was a pale young Japanese / Korean girl sitting with her back against the armrest, and her legs outstretched so that her feet were in the other woman’s lap. The other woman, a young white girl with vibrant red hair, was dilligently massaging her partner’s feet! Madison noticed a priceless pair of high heels lying in front of the Asian woman, while the white girl only wore a pair of ballet flats. The Korean girl was leaning back, her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her face. Madison admired her stylish jet black hair.

“Rub harder, Katie!” The Korean girl called out. Katie’s eyes shot open, and she doubled down her efforts on the other woman’s feet.

“Joesonghamnida!” the red-haired girl said deferrentially.

“Stupid baeg-in...” murmured the Korean girl, resting her head on her hand.

Madison heard the padding of footsteps to her side, and turned to see a cute white brunette approaching with a ceramic cup in her hands. Madison noticed the brunette was barefoot, which seemed odd, but the girl was otherwise dressed casually in grey yoga pants, a tank top and stylish eyeglasses. She had a large, heavy-looking metal bracelet on her right arm and her nails were neatly trimmed but unpolished.

The Korean woman opened her eyes to take the drink, then noticed Madison.

“You are being tagged,” NAMI announced.

Without being told, the brunette moved so that she was behind the Korean woman. Then she began massaging the woman’s shoulders with gusto. Madison observed that the Asian woman wore a fetching mauve dress that could be worn comfortably from the office to the club. After she took a sip of the drink, she leaned back and closed her eyes again, a smug grin on her face.

Madison didn’t stay much longer, a little weirded out by the intimate, one-sided relationship between the three women. She walked past them without acknowledgment, but she swore that Katie gave her a look when the Korean girl’s eyes were closed. She noticed their badges: purple for the woman receiving the massage, light blue for the girls giving it. Just like Madison’s.

Seeing the Korean girl’s shoes got Madison’s memory racing. She remembered her meeting with Amanda that weekend, and suppressed a shudder.

She had gone to Amanda’s apartment the previous weekend expecting for the wardrobe consultation. But why had Amanda asked her to bring ALL of her shoes and clothes? Maybe she would tell Madison which ones were appropriate to wear? She wanted to tell Amanda off, but somehow never found the right opportunity. Whenver she tried, Amanda would cut her off and give her another thing to do.

It took Madison several trips to bring all of her clothes up to Amanda’s apartment (Amanda didn’t offer to help, of course.) Madison remembered mocking Amanda for being poor back in school, but Amanda’s current place was almost nicer than Madison’s! She had to keep reminding herself that Amanda didn’t come from money.

Madison even got in a back-handed compliment (“Amanda, you’ve come so far! I’m so glad that college accepts food stamps now.")

Amanda wasn’t entertained. Neither was Madison when she heard Amanda’s reason for having her bring all her clothes.

“We’re going to have a clothing swap! I’ll trade my old clothes for yours,” Amanda explained. But what happened was not a very fair trade.

Basically, Amanda took all of Madison’s best clothes: She took all of her Versaci, Chanel, and designer pieces. In return, she gave Madison all of her old generic clothes from stores like Target, H&M, and Forever 21. Madison had never worn such cheap clothes in her whole life. They were still stylish, but they were clearly ‘affordable’—she almost cringed when she wore things like that.

A lot of them were the same clothes Madison had insulted Amanda for wearing in high school.

They even traded shoes, and it was at that point Madison suspected she was being punished. Amanda took all Madison’s practically new shoes, and in return gave her only well-worn hand-me-downs. Madison was less than thrilled about wearing Amanda’s old keds (without socks, just how Amanda wore them), but she abhored the idea of having no high heels whatsoever! From now on, it was only beat-up flats, low-cut skate shoes, and considerably used running shoes. Madison even got all of Amanda’s old ankle socks for some reason.

“You won’t wear shoes with a heel anyway, it’s against company policy,” Amanda explained as she modelled Madison’s Loisviton shoes. Madison never realized how similar their bodies were: anything that fit one girl fit the other one comfortably.

The final surprise was the grey cotton dress Madison was wearing now. It brought to mind all the memories of her taunting Amanda in high school. She tried not to laugh when she remembered what she said back then (“Amanda, don’t you wear that dress like three times a week? I think it was white when you first got it!").

Amanda told her that she was to wear the dress at least three times a week while Madison worked for her.

Madison walked past the women on the couch, down the hall some more. On the way, she saw a table full of Fiji drinking water and cut fruit. Feeling thirsty, she reached out to pick up a water bottle, but her earpiece gave a warning buzz.

“I’m sorry,” NAMI said, “but your badge does not allow you to take that. Please use a drinking fountain if you are thirsty. I’ve highlighted some for you.”

Further down the hallway, Madison looked into one of the open doors. Inside, a caramel-skinned woman was lying on a massage table, getting a full body massage from a Greek girl wearing a toga. She even had on an olive branch crown!

When she got out of the hallway, she could only marvel at the beauty of what she saw.

Madison found herself in a huge indoors courtyard—the inside of a circle several hundred yards across. In the direct middle was an elaborate fountain, surrounded by fancy circular tables and padded chairs. It looked like something from a Victorian teaparty—engraved gold metalwork on the chairs and gilded legs holding up the tables. Everything about it was clean, purposeful and gorgeous.

Nor was it all tables and chairs, like some palatial food court. There were benches, sofas and divans spread around, each one looking comfortable and expensive. The color scheme skewed towards jewel tones: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue.

Madison observed that many women were seated, relaxing, but many more were buzzing around doing things: bussing tables, refilling drinks, taking food orders, bringing papers and tablets for the seated women to sign. One woman had another girl brushing her hair as she sat gossiping with her tablemates. Each woman was strikingly attractive—both the seated woman and the errand girls.

Madison noticed a highlighted object in her vision—the drinking fountain. But it couldn’t possibly be the right one!

The drinking fountain was no more than a foot off the floor. She had to get down on her hands and knees to get her head close enough to drink. NAMI highlighted two handprints where Madison was supposed to put her hands. But still no water came out.

“You need to put your mouth on it,” NAMI offered, which caused Madison to roll her eyes.

The faucet, if you could call it that, was a two inch tall tapered cylinder, which flared down towards the bottom into a bowl. As Madison lowered her head, the water flowed in a small trickle out of the hole in the top. Seeing no alternative, she put her mouth on the tip of the fountain to suck some water out, but it immediately stopped flowing.

“You have to create a seal with your lips on the base of the cylinder,” NAMI said. Madison glared, fully aware of what it looked like.

“This is a water saving policy,” NAMI added, “please have your drink and move on.”

Blushing deeply, Madison took the entire fountain into her mouth, locking her lips along the base of it. Water trickled out at a maddeningly slow rate, and Madison could barely keep it from leaking out of her mouth. After a few seconds, she discovered the best way to swallow the water was to suck on the cylinder and use her tongue to flick the water deeper into her mouth while swallowing repeatedly. It made an embarassing slurping sound, but Madison was determined to get her drink.

“This fountain is drained,” NAMI said. “Please continue to Miss Mathis’s office.”

Madison groaned—she was still thirsty! For all her work, she probably only got one mouthful of water. While standing up, Madison thought she saw a girl kneeling beneath one of the tables in the courtyard, but she wasn’t sure.

She followed the light blue arrows along the perimiter of the courtyard. Different stores occupied spaces in the outer wall of the plaza: a nail salon, a laundry center, a restaurant, and a massage spot. Madison even saw clothing stores, staffed with shop girls that were doting on their customers.

She stopped outside one shoe shop when she saw a pair of high-heeled boots that she wanted. Looking inside the store, she saw an Armenian woman sitting on an overstuffed chair, sipping champagne. Kneeling at the woman’s feet was a short Greek girl, lovingly placing a pair of wedge high heels on for her.

The Armenian woman stood up (handing her glass to the Greek girl) and walked around, testing out the shoes. After a loop around the store, she returned to the chair, took her glass back, and pointed out another pair for the shop girl to go fetch. As the Greek girl sprang to her feet, Madison started walking into the store.

At that point, her earpiece gave an alarm sound: two quick buzzes.

“You have no business in that store right now,” NAMI cut in. It sounded like she was getting impatient.

“Madison, where are you?” Another voice said. It was Amanda.

“It’s 8:20 and you’re still not at your desk??”

“Sorry Amanda,” Madison yelped.

“That’s MISS MATHIS,” Amanda hissed.

“Sorry Miss Mathis. I’ll be right there,” Madison said, turning to go. Before she left, she saw the Greek girl bowing her head a little too low as she helped the Armenian woman with her shoes. The Armenian woman’s full lips were smirking.

The arrows on the ground changed color from light blue to red and began blinking, so Madison doubled her pace. She followed them up to the second floor, taking the stairs. Even though the elevator was working, a black and yellow X sign blocked it off in her eyeglasses. Madison sighed.

The second floor was comprised of large offices, radiating outwards from the coutryard like numbers on a clock. They were built into the outer wall of the circle, so that someone could look over the handrailing down into the plaza.

Madison rushed past several niches, noticing that each one was decorated with its own theme. One was re-creating the American Wild West, some appeared to be from the French aristocracy, some were just modern. Each office had a single girl staffing the front desk, usually dilligently working on a computer. Their wardrobe seemed to match the decor of the room, but Madison didn’t have time to notice much more than that.

After four or so offices she reached her own, stopping in her tracks when she saw its decor.

It looked like a high school classroom!!

Not literally, of course—no high school could ever afford its marble floors or the Persian rugs. But the room was an obvious parody of a high school homeroom. Madison’s desk was clearly inspired by the one she had back then—a shiny tan melamine top supported by four stainless steel legs. There was a whiteboard on one wall, and an analog clock in the same position it was in the classroom.

On Madison’s desk was her nameplate. It read “Maddie :)” in neon pink bubble letters, like some immature girl wrote it. Beneath her name was “$13,000,” large enough so that anyone who saw the name would notice it also. She frowned—she hated the name ‘Maddie.’

The door to Amanda’s office looked like the door to the principal’s room—an oak frame with a frosted glass pannel in the center. AMANDA MATHIS was lettered onto the glass in golden letters, beneath was printed “$130,000.” Suddenly, it became more difficult for Madison to believe the idea that she was rich and Amanda was poor.

She knocked on Amanda’s door, and was invited in.

Amanda’s office wasn’t anything like a high school room. It was the office of a modern Venture Capitalist, a rich woman who could afford anything she wanted. At least five times as big as Madison’s ‘office,’ it had antique furniture, sculptures by famous artists, and its ceilings were high enough to fit exotic trees that Madison had never seen before. Madison quietly marvelled at the space, but her heart was full of contempt that it didn’t belong to her.

Amanda was seated behind her solid wood desk. She looked up at Madison and smiled, then got up to walk over to her. She noticed that Amanda had a comfortable leather chair, unlike the cheap plastic one she had at her own desk.

When Amanda got near Madison, Madison was surprised to find that the blonde girl was taller than her! She looked down at Amanda’s feet to see she was wearing a pair of Christian Loisviton shoes, probably a pair she took from her. It completed the rest of her business casual look, complimenting the tailored business suit that made her seem sexy and sharp. Madison became freshly aware that she was dressed like a teenager.

“Welcome to your first day, Madison! Time to clock in,” Amanda said, pointing at her feet.

Madison looked down, seeing that NAMI had highlighted two kiss marks—one on the each of the toes of Amanda’s shoes.

“You can’t be serious,” Madison said, looking up at Amanda. For the first time, she noticed that Amanda’s hair was immaculately styled in blonde ringlets. It completely outshined her own hair, which Amanda had told her to put in a simple pony tail.

“Madison, that’s how you clock in here! Other girls think up different ways, but for now we’ll use this,” Amanda told her cheerfully. Madison still hesitated.

“Madison, I’m tired of this delay,” Amanda snapped. “If you don’t want to clock in you can find another company to work for!”

Madison stared at Amanda for a moment, but then decided to do what she said. She figured that Amanda would get tired of this act eventually, and by that point she’d have a good position in the company.

Swallowing her pride, Madison knelt before her former rival and bowed her head down to kiss her toes. Her face flushed as she touched her lips to Amanda’s feet, but she did it as quickly as she could.

“Login failed. You have to try again,” NAMI said automatically. Madison glared, but kissed Amanda’s feet again.

“Login failed. You have to try again,” NAMI repeated.

“Wow Madison, you’re enthusiastic! Take as much time as you need down there,” Madison heard Amanda gloat from up above. Her cheeks flushed crimson red. Eventually she learned that she had to put her lips on the peep toe of Amanda’s shoes: partially on the shoe, and partially on Amanda’s toes.

“Hold the kiss for two seconds,” NAMI finally explained, after a dozen failed attempts.

Madison kissed each of Amanda’s feet, holding her lips against them for several seconds.

“Login succeeded! Thank you,” NAMI chirped. Madison heard two pleasant ding noises, and got back to her feet. She noticed that Amanda had her phone in hand, pointed down at Madison as though to take pictures. Did she hear a camera shutter while she was down there?

“This will be how you clock in every day,” Amanda explained. “Make sure you get it done by 8AM sharp. You’re late unless you kiss my feet before then.”

Madison swallowed, aware of how flushed she looked compared to Amanda. She had been told to wear minimal makeup.

“It’s better you get here early, so there’s time for your mistakes,” Amanda teased. Madison could have strangled her!!

“Now get to your desk! I’ll let you know when I need something,” Amanda barked, dismissing Madison with a wave of her hand. Madison turned on her heel and walked out of Amanda’s office, immediately feeling self-conscious about her own space now that she had seen Amanda’s.

Amanda was standing in front of Madison in the lunch line. They both had their eyes on the last chocolate cupcake. When they got to the front, Madison reached over Amanda to swipe the pastry.

“Sorry Amanda. There are certain classes of people in this world. I’m up here,” Madison explained, holding her hand above her head. “And you’re down there, with those tacky shoes” she continued, pointing at Amanda’s feet.

Amanda’s friends, Raaina and Zoya laughed at the awkward blonde.

“I don’t even think you could afford this cupcake! But here, I’m feeling generous.”

Madison peeled the paper wrapping off the cupcake and tossed it onto Amanda’s tray.

“Make sure to eat the whole thing!” Madison and her friends laughed as Amanda blushed and walked away, leaving her tray behind.

She was wearing the same outfit that Madison had on today.

Madison spent a few minutes looking at the computer monitor, but she couldn’t figure out any work to do. The computer’s operating system seemed very limited, even dumbed down. There were two icons on the screen: Work and Internet. When Madison clicked on work, it just caused NAMI to say, “You have no current assignments.”

When Madison clicked on the Internet icon, it didn’t go to any page. Instead, it asked for her e-mail address and password. Then, without going to her e-mail, it asked for her FB, Eyestagran, and Linkdup usernames and passwords. She was scowling by the time she put in her fifth username, but then it finally opened to the Onestia network.

“Onestia is Loloth’s social platform,” NAMI explained. The website was a feat of engineering, interfacing with her glasses to make the monitor look like it was a 3-D world.

“Everyone uses it, and it combines data from many different sources to create your profile. Now you can see the profiles of the other people who work here!”

Madison wanted to get up and test the program, curious to find out what “tagging” is. But before she could do anything, she heard Amanda’s voice in her ear.

“Madison, you signed into Onestia?”

“Yes Miss Mathis,” she answered.

“Okay, great. Good work. It will update your other social sites automatically. For now, though, I have a job for you.”

Madison asked what it was.

“I’m getting a mani pedi today, and I want you to pick out a color for me. Do some research on trends, and find out what will look good on me. I’ll send you some photos to work with, and you can look through my Onestia page to see more of my style.”

Madison was floored. Her first job was to pick out a color for Amanda to paint her toes? What kind of job was this? She tried to reply, but there was no indication that Amanda could hear her.

Madison’s desktop background updated with two images: one of Amanda’s hands, and one of the tops of her feet.

“Your workbar has been updated,” NAMI commented. She was annoyed, but at least she had something to do now.

Madison clicked on the ‘work’ icon, and it quickly loaded an insta image of a girl’s feet after a fresh pedicure. Her toes were painted a dark purple color, which Madison clicked as a “slight match” for Amanda.

An hour later, Madison had looked at hundreds of photos of women’s hands and feet, and learned a lot about nail trends. She had also looked at many photos of Amanda, curated to show her the blonde girl’s transition from awkward teenager to beautiful young adult.

Eventually, she settled on a bright red color for Amanda’s fingers and a sky blue color for her toes. She sent them back to Amanda, and awaited her response.

“Looks fine. Call the nail salon and make us an appointment in fifteen,” Amanda said.

Madison snorted. Now she was booking appointments for Amanda to get her nails done? At least she said, ‘us,’ so Amanda would probably treat her to get her nails done too.

“Your workbar has been updated.”

Madison opened the workbar. “Book a nail appointment for Miss Mathis, 10:30.” It was very easy to do, she just clicked her way to the nail salon’s webpage and made a request for an appointment. It was confirmed immediately.

Ten minutes later, Amanda emerged from her office.

“Come on Madison, let’s go,” she said, without breaking her stride.

They walked down the walkway together, each clack of Amanda’s heels reminding Madison that the girl was wearing her prized shoes. When they got to the escalator, Amanda told Madison to take the stairs, and she had to hurry to keep up with her blonde boss. Somehow, it worked out that Madison was always one pace behind Amanda from that point on, scurrying to keep up.

They got to the nail salon, and it was the nicest one Madison had ever seen. It could have served royalty, for the quality of the furniture and facilities. It didn’t have a ‘salon’ feel, but more like Marie Antoinette’s parlor, all lace and soft lighting.

Amanda immediately went to one of the luxurious chairs lining the walls. Madison was about to sit down next to her, but her earpiece buzzed.

“You don’t have an appointment,” NAMI scolded, emphasizing the word ‘you.’ Madison was left standing nervously.

“Um, Amanda?” Madison asked, as a pretty manicurist approached Amanda’s right. She offered the girl her hand, and immediately started getting a massage.

“Miss Mathis,” Amanda corrected.

“Miss Mathis,” Madison continued, frustrated at using that title for Amanda.

“What am I supposed to do while you get your nails done?”

Another girl dressed in all white brought up a low stool and a stainless steel bowl, which she put in front of Amanda.

“What are you talking about? You’re the one doing my pedicure!” Amanda replied, giving Madison a look of genuine confusion.

“Sit on the stool,” NAMI suggested.

Madison nervously sat down before Amanda, looking up at her. The same girl brought a white ceramic vase and handed it to Madison. Its contents were warm. Madison heard the sound of Amanda’s shoes hitting the ground as she put her bare feet into the basin. Her perfect white pedicure looked less than a day old.

“Pour the water into the basin,” NAMI said.

Madison, feeling nervous, poured water over Amanda’s feet. She noticed that Amanda’s second toe was slightly longer than her big toe. The assistant came and took the vase from Madison, and put a rolling tray of tools beside her.

Madison recognized each one—she had received hundreds of professional pedicures in her life. But she had never imagined herself giving somebody else one! She looked down on the nail techs as women who were reduced to cleaning, rubbing and pampering the feet of women more fortunate than themselves. Usually, she didn’t even leave a tip.

“Miss Mathis, can I please..”

“Madison, hurry up and start! NAMI will tell you what to do if you can’t figure it out,” Amanda cut her off.

“Begin her foot massage,” NAMI whispered into Madison’s ear conspiratorily. She had to look around to see that no one was there.

Surpressing a shudder, Madison pulled one of Amanda’s feet out of the water and dried it off on an expensive white towel. Then she applied some deluxe lotion on her hands, and began rubbing the feet of her new boss. She felt her cheeks flush and looked around to see if anyone was watching, but everyone else in the salon was wrapped up in their own business. A petulant frown crossed Madison’s beautiful face—this wasn’t the way her life was supposed to unfold. Was it worth doing all this just to work at Loloth?

“Rub harder, Madison. My feet are tired from making so much money all day,” Amanda teased.

Madison, besides herself with humiliation, started rubbing Amanda’s foot more vigorously.

“Use the core of your body to apply pressure,” NAMI suggested. Madison followed suit.

When Madison started rubbing Amanda’s other foot (Amanda left the the first one possessively in Madison’s lap), she noticed a girl taking pictures of them!

“Um, excuse me, what are you doing?” Madison asked her.

The girl looked up from her camera, and Madison noticed her elfin features. She had a small face, a small mouth, and strikingly beautiful green eyes. The green eye shadow she wore highlighted them, but was she wearing a tunic??

“Miss Mathis requested a photographer,” the pixie girl answered by rote, and went back to taking photos. “Make sure you smile!”

Madison looked aghast.

“Smile, Madison. Then reach for the nail polish remover,” NAMI agreed.

Madison gave a fake smile, and continued with Amanda’s pedicure. The photographer got many photos of them, which Amanda insisted show both of their faces. The worst part was at the end, though, when Amanda asked Madison to blow on her toes to help them dry faster. Madison heard the snap of the camera repeatedly.

“Default photo!” Amanda called out. “Angle your face towards the camera while you blow on my toes.”

When she finished with the pedicure, Madison helped Amanda put on some disposable flip flops, and carried her high heels back to their office. Amanda told her to leave the shoes on the desk—she’d put them back on when she stepped out for lunch. Madison resented the fact that her own desk was being used as Amanda’s shoe rack.

“Your social media has been updated,” NAMI announced. Madison felt a lump in her throat.

She went immediately to her FB page, and saw that she had a new profile picture. She nearly cried out when she saw it: a high-def photo of herself blowing on Amanda’s toes. Amanda, a big smile on her face, was making a sideways V and mugging for the camera. The photo caption read, “Summary of the relationship!”

Madison tried to delete it, but the website crashed. As much as she tried, she couldn’t load it again.

“Your workbar has been updated. It’s extremely important,” NAMI warned Madison.

Madison, still livid from the FB trick, opened the work icon. It read “Budget Report”!

“Madison, I need you to complete this budget forecast for next quarter. Make sure it’s the best use of funds for our department. You’ll find everything you need in your workbar,” Amanda said.

Madison opened her workbar and saw the 32 page budget document. Suddenly, her work load seemed more real. This was her chance to prove herself capable of doing real jobs! Madison leaned forward in her seat and threw herself into the work. This was what she studied at school, and she was quite skilled at it. Although in the past, this sort of thing was a group project, and she was mostly skilled at pushing work onto other people.

“You have until the end of the day, just make sure you do a good job,” Amanda said as she left her office. Madison barely noticed, she was so swept up in work. Time flew by.

The document was probably less than half complete, which surprised her. Wasn’t this Amanda’s job to make sure it was done right?

Anyway, maybe they didn’t trust Amanda with this sort of work, Madison thought. She grinned smugly, imagining taking credit for the project and making Amanda look like a fool.

NAMI proved surprisingly helpful, and would actually respond to her requests for information.

“NAMI, what was the total revenue for last year?” Madison said aloud.

“Last year, Loloth Industries made 70 billion dollars,” NAMI responded. Her eyeglasses displayed the exact number, until Madison told NAMI to clear it away.

In spite of her best efforts, Madison was struggling. She reached for her glasses to take them off and rub her temples, but the alarm buzzed.

“Please don’t take off your glasses. They’re synced with your pupils right now. Re-syncing is taxing on your body,” NAMI said. Madison closed her eyes and sighed.

At that point, Amanda came back to the office. She was glowing—was she just tanning?

“How’s it going, Madison?” Amanda asked, snickering at the sight of Madison seated at her old high school desk.

“I don’t know, Amanda, this is a big job. I might need more time,” Madison confessed.

“No, it’s due today. I figured you would struggle with it, so I brought you this,” Amanda said, giving Madison a blue gel capsule.

“What’s this?” Madison asked, picking up the strange pill.

“It’s one of Loloth’s pharmaceutials. It increases your focus, speeds your thoughts, and improves your memory,” Amanda explained.

“Is it dangerous?”

Amanda shook her head.

“Just don’t eat it on an empty stomache. I brought you some food so you don’t have to step away from the desk. Also, you should call me Miss Mathis.”

Amanda dropped a paper to-go container on Madison’s desk. Madison smiled, but almost shouted when she opened it.

It was just the leftovers from Amanda’s salad. The other girl had clearly picked out all the best parts, so only some romaine lettuce and croutons remained. Amanda even had the nerve to leave the crust of her sandwich inside!

Madison considered throwing it away, but her stomache hurt from hunger, so she wolfed it down then swallowed the pill. Maybe later she’d make a joke about Amanda eating so much.

The pill was quick to come on, and when it kicked Madison felt it hard. She felt like a computer. She could look at a page of figures and instantly memorize all of them, recalling them perfectly even an hour later. Her heart beat in her throat and she broke out in a cold sweat, but she barely noticed. Anyone passing by would see that she was ghostly pale.

Madison remembered running against Amanda for class president one year.

Amanda came to school with a plate full of homemade cookies with ‘Vote for Amanda!’ painstakingly written in frosting on each one. She was giving them out to people, and gave one to Madison as a friendly gesture.

“Ugh, these cookies are gross!” Madison cried out, loud enough for everyone to hear. She dramatically threw her cookie into the trash, then spit out the piece she had bitten off.

“Seriously Amanda, if you suck that much at baking, you should just buy some cookies,” Madison said. Then she turned to address the class who was gathered around.

“When I’m president, I’ll make sure that Amanda never brings in her nasty cookies again! And that’s a promise! Throw your cookies in the trash if you’re with me!”

The other students laughed at Madison’s dig and, wanting to appear popular, they threw out their cookies too. Madison won the presidency, and spent the rest of the year ignoring her responsibilities.

At one point, Madison remembered going into Amanda’s office, but she couldn’t remember what they talked about or grasp any fine details—probably something relating to the budget. At 5:00, Madison realized she was just sitting at her chair, stiff as a board, staring off into space. Weird colors danced on her eyeglasses like some kind of screensaver. She felt drool on the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with her hand. Disgusting!

“Your update is complete,” NAMI announced cheerfully. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her workbar showed that she completed the project somewhere during her daze.

“New features added! You can now tag other employees.”

Madison stood, her body aching all over. She knocked on Amanda’s desk and was invited in.

“Ready to clock out?” Amanda asked.

“Yes Miss Mathis,” Madison answered demurely.

“Okay. First though, something has come up that you should know about.”

Madison felt a knot in her stomache.

A large monitor on Amanda’s wall lit up. It was a bank account with her parents’ names on it. She read the balance and her jaw dropped. They only had less than $250 savings! Amanda clicked once, and another document took the screen. It was a refinance of the mortgage on their Malibu house, showing that they had borrowed more than it was worth. The bank was asking for a payment immediately, and the document was two months old.

Another click. It was a notice to vacate the house in a month. Dated last week.

“This can’t be true,” Madison whispered.

“I’m afraid it is, Madison. Your father made some bad investments, and started borrowing really heavily to cover them up. To keep you and your mom happy. This isn’t even the worst of it.” Amanda said.

Madison squinted at the screen, looking for something that disproved it all.

“But what about my bank account? I have over $10,000 in there!”

“Yeah, that’s the last of your parent’s fortune. They let you hold on to it so that you wouldn’t realize what was going on. Didn’t you think it was weird that they had you take out student loans to go to college?” Amanda pointed out.

Madison assumed that it was some tax evasion scheme: her parents were always coming up with ways to hide money from the government. They were smart like that.

Her eyes perked up: her parents must have hidden money in offshore accounts!

“I’m not worried, Amanda,” Madison said, smirking and taking on the same tone she used to mock the girl in high school.

“My family is old money. We have offshore accounts, living trusts, tax shelters. I’ll never be a broke bitch like you.” Madison tauted.

Amanda gave a sympathetic sigh, which undercut Madison’s confidence.

“Yeah Madison, those keep it safe from the government. But your family owes money to much worse people than that. Loan sharks. Cartels. What do you think will happen if they default on those?”

Another click. This was security footage of her father meeting with a scary looking Armenian guy flanked by two thugs. The Armenian guy was looking through their jewelry, taking all the nicest pieces while her mom looked on sadly. Is that what happened to Madison’s pearl necklace?!

“Stop it! You... bitch!” Madison cried out, burying her face in her hands. She felt like her whole life was falling apart. Amanda clicked the monitor off.

“Listen, Madison I know this is hard for you. I want to help,” Amanda said. “That’s why I brought you onboard.”

Madison looked up.

“As long as you stick with this company, we can keep you and your family safe. Keep the wolves at the door. But if you want to stay here... you’re going to have to keep me happy.” Amanda said, her eyes laughing.

“I’d like to offer you... a more permanent position,” she went on, stressing the word ‘permanent.’ “It won’t pay much, but it will solve all these problems. You’ll still work here, but you’ll need to move into my apartment as my domestic servant.”

Madison shook her head. She hated the idea of being known as a ‘domestic servant.’ Amanda only smiled.

“To keep you on your toes, I’ll need to subject you to weekly performance reviews. If you’re not living up to my standards there’s going to be... punishments.”

Madison went as white as a sheet. She wanted to tear her glasses off and walk away, but could she?

“And I’ve also thought about this, but I never really liked the name “Madison.” Madison is the proud girl who tormented me in high school. From now on, I think you should go by “Maddie.”

She blanched. She always felt the name “Maddie” was low-class and informal. She could feel her blood boiling at the thought of people calling her Maddie.

“If you accept, we can go forward. I think you know what to do,” Amanda concluded. She slipped her high heels off and rested her bare feet on her desk.

“I’ll take your signature here,” she told Madison, pointing at her feet. NAMI placed two kiss marks, one on each of her perfect soles.

Madison rose to her feet, her head bowed, and approached Amanda. As bad as it seemed, she still viewed it as a temporary inconvenience. She was sure that she could find some way of turning it around on Amanda, and reclaiming her rightful place on top. For now though...

Clenching her jaw, she bent down and kissed Amanda’s feet. They were soft and warm and delicate.

“Oh Maddie, I’m going to have so much fun with you!” Amanda said, slipping her feet back into her heels. Maddie only glared in return.

“Now let’s go back to my place and celebrate! I’m having a dinner party that I need you to serve at,” Amanda said, rising to her feet. Maddie was overshadowed by her former rival turned Mistress.

“It’s a sushi party! I’m meeting with important people, and I really want to impress them. So be on your best behavior. Okay Maddie?”

“Yess Miss Mathis.”

They took Amanda’s car back to her apartment, but on the car ride back, Amanda got a troubling phone call.

“The nyotaimori cancelled?!” Amanda yelled. “That’s the whole theme of the party! There’s no way we can find another one in time.”

Amanda looked over at Madison, and her eyes lit up.

“Well, I have someone who might work. She’s not as pretty, and she has no training, but I think she’s all we have.”

Maddie scowled at Amanda’s insult.

“Fuck you!” Madison snapped. Amanda only smiled, like she enjoyed Maddie’s little outbursts.

“Look, Maddie, you’re going to have to step up tonight.If you do good, I promise I’ll find something nice to do in return. Maybe we can make it so you keep your vacation home in Aspen.”

Maddie grinned. Now she finally had some leverage on Amanda.

“Okay, what do I have to do?” she asked.

“Well, do you know what a sushi model is?”

Maddie almost threw up when Amanda explained what she expected of her. But Amanda was insistent, and Maddie eventually caved in exchange for the promise of Amanda doing something nice for her.

Early that evening, Maddie showered at Amanda’s place, using the special unscented vegetable soap Amanda provided. It took ten minutes to remove her eyeglasses and earbud, and Amanda insisted that she leave them off while she was being the sushi model. Without them, she felt strangely naked.

After a spirited argument, Amanda convinced Maddie to shave all of her pubic hair. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the only razor Amanda had around was a thoroughly used dispasable one, that caused her a lot of irritation because it was a little dull.

When she saw herself in the mirror afterwards, she looked vulnerable and immature. Like she was physically back in high school. Cursing Amanda, she put on a robe and and re-entered the kitchen. She was kind of confused as to why she agreed to this, but it seemed too late to back out. Instead, she imagined the things she would do to Amanda once she had turned the tables.

Already the table was set: six plates with a large gap in the center. There was a Japanese girl there, dressed as a traditional sushi chef. Amanda excused herself to get ready, leaving Maddie alone with the chef.

“Hello. First take this medicine, then remove your robe and lie down on the table, with your head resting on this block,” the Japanese girl told Madison in a soft accent.

Maddie felt like she should do her best so Amanda would stay true to her promise, so she took the yellow gel capsule, removed her robe (the other girl barely seemed to notice her body, which put her at ease), and lied down on the table, totally nude.

At first she felt surreal and uncomfortable, but she eventually adjusted to the absurdity of the situation. The Japanese girl put a sleeping mask around Maddie’s eyes, which made her nervous, but then the girl started brushing her body with some cool liquid.

“This is a tamari salt scrub, to season the sushi that will rest on your body,” the girl explained. Madison enjoyed the sensation of having someone brush her entire body with oil—she felt like a goddess. Whenever the girl applied the oil, her body would get tingly in that spot.

Madison’s nose itched. She reached to scratch for it, but her arm didn’t respond. With a muted gasp, Madison realized that she couldn’t move any part of her body!

“Mm,” she managed to grunt.

“Don’t worry, it is only temporary that you can’t move,” the Japanese girl explained.

“This is to help the sushi stay on your body. So you don’t shiver and ruin the presentation.”

She continued the long process of brushing Maddie’s body with oil. To Maddie’s humiliation, the girl spared no part of her. She daintily brushed oil on the lips of Maddie’s pussy and all along its outside. Maddie felt her cheeks flush—having oil on her pussy was something of a turn on. She could feel herself getting a little wet.

For some reason, though, the Japanese girl didn’t put any oil on Maddie’s bikini region where she just shaved. Maddie pouted—she was sure it would feel lovely there. She was getting a little bored when she heard a door open and the click-clack of Amanda’s heels. Maddie felt freshly humiliated, that Amanda was seeing her so vulnerable.

“How’s it going, Erika?”

“Good Miss Mathis. You requested the pleasure of applying wasabi oil?”

Maddie’s heart skipped.

“Yes, hand it to me, thank you.”

Maddie tried to shake her head, or scream, but she remained totally still. Even her breathing stayed the same: shallow and measured. She heard Amanda approach, and an eternity seemed to pass.

Then she felt the stroke of a brush in the place where she had just finished shaving. Amanda was putting wasabi oil on her delicate bikini area. Madison felt a pinprick, which blossomed into an explosion of heat! If she could have, she would have jumped off the table, the pain was so bad. Maddie couldn’t believe how much it burned already, and Amanda had only done one stroke!

Slowly, Amanda brushed the entirety of Madison’s pelvic region. With each stoke, the burning got worse until Maddie’s entire world was fire and pain.

“Don’t worry Maddie, this won’t cause any lasting damage,” Amanda explained, when she completed her last stroke and set the brush down.

“But we will have to put more on throughout the evening,” Amanda said, with a giggle. Then she blew cool air onto Maddie’s pelvis, which doubled the burning sensation! She felt her stomache wretch in response to all the pain.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Crap, they’re early,” Amanda murmured.

“Just a minute!” she called out, sounding sweet. Then she walked off.

“Okay Erika, you can do your thing now,” Amanda explained.

Maddie was relieved that Amanda had stepped away, even if her pelvis still felt like it was on fire. But then she felt something pressing against her pussy!

She panicked, unable to do anything to resist the intrusion. Erika, with a steady hand, inserted a slick object inside of Maddie. It felt like an orb of some kind, and Maddie felt a wire connected do it, which trailed outside of her pussy. Then the orb started vibrating urgently. Did Erika just put a sex toy inside of her?!

Now there was a layer of pleasure on top of her staggering pain. Maddie thought she would go crazy as the egg vibrated inside of her, driving her towards an orgasm. Somehow, it was worming its way deeper inside of her, and getting close to her G-spot.

She heard Amanda talking to people in the background, but couldn’t make out any details of the conversation. She was being dragged towards an orgasm, but as soon as she was about to cum, the egg stopped vibrating. Maddie was enormously frustrated, but it got worse.

At that point, Erika put more wasabi oil on her bikini zone, causing Madison to scream inside her head. Erika did the same as Amanda, blowing cool air on Maddie’s pelvis after she had applied all the oil, bringing a second wave of fire onto the poor girl’s body. For some reason, it hurt just as badly this time as it did last, maybe even worse. Then the egg started up again.

Maddie felt like she was going crazy. Slowly, Erika began applying cold pieces of sushi onto Maddie’s body. She felt the delicate weight of each piece, and each one cooled her body off more. So she was cold, sexually frustrated, and in pain worse than she had ever known before. Maddie heard the guests approach the table and sit down, keeping on a casual conversation. Someone took off her blindfold.

Maddie could still blink her eyes, which was some comfort. She noticed for the first time a mirror on the ceiling, so she could see her whole body, exposed, covered in sushi. But she couldn’t really move her eyes around to see the guests at the table.

“Oh, this is the new girl you hired?” One of the voices asked. The guest began taking sushi off of Maddie, which Erika would replace quickly. Maddie observed that all the guests were women, but could only see hair color.

“Yeah, we have a good history together. I’m happy with her so far,” Amanda said politely.

Maddie, in spite of herself, felt good about the compliment. Then the women started talking about other things.

The egg inside of her was buzzing and pulsing more frantically, and in spite of herself Maddie was about to cum! But at the last moment, the egg stopped. She could have screamed in frustration. She waited for Amanda to put more wasabi oil onto her, but the girl thankfully seemed to forget.

Maddie felt nervous when she felt Amanda fiddling with the sex toy. She couldn’t really tell from her vantage point, but Amanda seemed to be unscrewing the bottom portion of it—whatever the wire connected to outside her body. Shortly, Amanda put a vial up in front of Maddie’s vision. It looked like a miniaturized perfume spritzer full of a cloudy liquit.

“That egg inside of you is designed in a special way,” Amanda told Maddie, as the guests continued their conversations.

“As you get wet, it kind of sucks the cum out of you and funnels it into this vial. This is all your cum! Pretty neat, huh?” Amanda teased. Maddie had never felt more embarassed.

Amanda sprayed the vial dangerously close to Maddie’s face, and she was overcome by the smell of sex. Slowly the moisture drizzled onto her face, coating it in a thin layer of girlcum.

“I know you’re probaby hungry too, and it’s not fair for us to eat while you do nothing. So I’ll set you up with your own little snack.”

Amanda, with surgical precision, aimed the dreaded vial towards Maddie’s face. Then she sprayed one jet into Maddie’s mouth. Maddie would have gagged if she were able, but she was stuck petrified as her mouth filled with the taste of her own cum. It was acrid, bitter, sour, and a sickly sweet.

Amanda took her time, spraying each part of Maddie’s mouth with her own cum. Worst of all, Maddie couldn’t even swallow to get the taste out of her mouth. She had to wait for it to slowly drip down her throat.

Maddie thought she was in hell.

Then Amanda re-applied the wasabi oil to her bikini zone, bringing her attention back to the searing pain. She thought it would eventually be less painful, but she was wrong. When the burning had subsided a little bit, the egg started vibrating again, starting her along to another ruined orgasm.

It was a very long dinner, and the guests ate slowly.