The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Second Look

Chapter 2—A Quick Ride

The lady of the manor stood at the big picture window and looked out over the town. She couldn’t help it. She was wet. She resisted the urge to lift up her dress and finger herself.

She was wet. She knew she shouldn’t be but she was remembering what it had felt like just a few short days before, the last time she had ridden the streets of the town. She knew people had been watching her even though she knew they shouldn’t be and that had just made it all that much more hotter.

A hand squeezed the frame of the window as she surveyed the town. She knew it was wrong but who would know and besides, her husband, the earl, was out of town. Sure there were new laws that had been passed after what she’d done, but could anyone reasonably expect that those laws would apply to her?

The stable boy was a lad named Peter. He was a nice kid, earnest in a sweet kind of way, and totally oblivious to what it was the mistress of the manor had in mind or to the fact that the mistress of the manor wasn’t wearing any panties under her light sundress. When the lady of the manor asked him to saddle her horse, the young lad did what he was supposed to. He saddled her horse.

Godiva looked at the townsfolk as she passed. None of them paid her much attention because there was nothing to much to see, but when she reached the outskirts of town, she turned and with one last breath, she let her dress fall down off her shoulders.

She was now naked from the waist up. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this again, but it made her feel so hot.

She reached in her saddlebag.

She wasn’t sure where the knife had come from. As best she could recall, it had been a ceremonial gift or something but beyond that, she had no recollection, but then she didn’t need to know where it had come from. All she needed was the knife and the knife was what she had.

The dress, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Her husband had bought it for her for her birthday. She’d thought it was horrid then. She’d thought it was horrid every time she’d seen it since then, and she’d still thought it was horrid that very morning when she’d put the dress on. Men had absolutely no style and no taste. Well, no matter. In moments, she’d render her own solution to the problem of the ugly dress.

The knife easily cut through the dress quickly relegating it to nothing more than tattered remains. Lifting herself up briefly, she was able to pull what was left of the dress out from underneath her and with an air of disdain, she let the unwanted garment finally fall in the mud and mire of the roadway beneath her where the lady of the manor was sure the dress truly belonged. She was now finally naked and she loved it.

The lady of the manor set off at a trot. She knew she wanted to be seen but she also knew what the rules were. Just in case someone actually did try to enforce the law on her, she wanted to be back in the manor house before anyone could catch her.

She almost made it. She was almost at the manor house when the sheriff suddenly appeared to block her way. Even then, she might have tried to rush past him, but the man was too quick so at the last moment, she brought her horse to a stop. “Robert,” she said.

“M’lady.”

“You know who I am.”

“I do, m’lady.”

“Then move aside and let me pass.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the man said. “The rules your husband set out on public nudity were very specific and there were to be no exceptions. I’m afraid they apply just as much to you as to anyone else.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” The lady knew what the new laws were and as much as she was trying to talk her way out of them, there was a part of her that was hoping that she wouldn’t be successful.

“I’m sorry, m’lady, but the rules are the rules.”

“At least let me put my clothes on first.” Secretly, she was hoping the man would turn her down.

“I’m sorry, m’lady, but I don’t think the rules allow me to do that.”

Godiva was elated but she wasn’t sure why. She knew she shouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want to be put in the stocks completely naked and yet, she knew that was exactly what she did want.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to follow me.”

She shouldn’t be going anywhere with this man, she told herself. After all, her husband was the earl. “Of course,” she said meekly. “I’ll go along quietly.”

The man wheeled his horse around and motioned for the woman to follow him.

Even then, the thought went through the lady’s mind. A mad dash and she might just make it and if she did, if she got inside the manor house, surely he couldn’t get her there.

But as quickly as the thought had come, just as quickly, it had passed. She would do what she was told to do and not only that, she knew she wanted to do it. She wanted to obey.

The man led her back through the streets and this time, the townsfolk were really watching. It was almost as if the people had expected to see her and now, they were getting a really good look at her and having them stare at her the way they were doing just made the lady so hot. She liked having the townspeople stare at her.

The sheriff led her to the town square and there he led her to the stocks. The man dismounted and then he held out a hand to help the lady down off her horse. “M’lady,” he said.

Trying her best to look as regal as she could, Godiva got down off her horse. She looked almost haughty as she strode up onto the raised platform. A crowd was beginning to gather.

The sheriff raised his voice to get the attention of the still growing group of onlookers. “Hear ye, hear ye. Come one and all. The Lady Godiva is hereby charged with public nudity and in accordance with the laws set forth in this county, by order of the Earl if Coventry, she is now subject to the penalty laid out for that crime, that being spending a full two days in the stocks.”

The lady was quivering with excitement. She wasn’t even sure why. All she knew was that the thought of standing there naked in front of the townsfolk was making her excited and the prospect of making herself even more subject to their probing eyes was making her even more excited.

“And so,” finished the sheriff, “that being the case, the Lady Godiva is hereby sentenced to spend two days in the stocks, that sentence to begin immediately.”

The Lady Godiva could not believe just how hot this was making her.

“And finally,” the sheriff said, “in deference to the lady’s standing in her community, I will add one extra thing to the punishment.”

Everyone looked at the man.

“Normally, the stocks are meant to humiliate the person incarcerated. They are put on public display and because they can see everyone who sees them, it deepens the shame, but in this case, since the person being punished is of high standing in the community, we will give the lady a blindfold so that at least, she will not have to endure seeing others look at her naked form.

And with that, a blindfold was put around the lady’s head and then her head and her arms were put inside the stocks and she could feel the stocks as the top half closed above her. The locks seemed almost abnormally loud as they were snapped shut and that’s when Godiva knew that she really was where she was and that she would be there until her punishment was over.

At first, she was oblivious to her surroundings but as her continued sightlessness finally set in, her other senses began to pick up the slack. She could hear other people pass and sometimes, she could smell them. Sometimes, they’d make a comment which made it easy to know when they were there. Sometimes, she recognized the speaker. Sometimes, she didn’t.

Godiva couldn’t be sure just how much time had passed before she heard it. All she knew was that the traffic around her had died down so it had to be later in the day but she wasn’t sure how late it was, but what she heard was the creak of boards as someone stepped up onto the platform.

“Who’s there,” she called out.

She received no answer.

“Who’s there,” she called out again.

This time, she received an answer although it wasn’t what she might have expected. This time, she felt a man’s hand on her little, naked ass.

“Who’s there,” she called out once more.

Still, the man didn’t answer but this time, she felt a big, meaty finger as it slid between her cheeks. She could feel that finger as it pressed up against her tight, little hole and then she felt that finger as it moved lower still.

Lady Godiva couldn’t help but moan. That finger was playing with her pussy now and as much as she knew she shouldn’t want it, she also knew she did.

She gasped as she felt that finger slide up inside her and then she moaned even louder. She really knew she shouldn’t be liking this and yet, once again, she knew she did like it.

The finger was taking its time as it moved slowly in and out of her. Sometimes, it hardly moved at all and then sometimes, there’d come a burst of energy, and sometimes, the finger was joined by one of its friends and all of the time, the lady couldn’t help but moan as that finger fucked her.

And then it was gone but moments later, there was something else back to replace it and Godiva couldn’t help herself. She moaned even louder as that cock pushed its way inside her.

And still the man said nothing. The lady had no idea who he was. All she really knew was that his cock felt great inside her.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

And fuck her was exactly what he did. The woman moaned as that cock took her. In and out it went, keeping her already hot body just as hot as ever. She was panting hard. Her head would drop and then her neck would arch and she’d let out another moan as that cock kept right on taking her.

She was going to cum. She knew that now and as much as she knew it should matter, she also knew it didn’t. She didn’t care whose cock was inside her just so long as that cock made her cum.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah.”

The cock was fucking her.

Godiva could feel it building in her. She knew it was going to happen. “Oh yeah,” she kept moaning. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”

And still the cock kept fucking her.

The woman let out a moan. She was so close. She was so close. Just a little more. That’s all it would take. Just a little more.

And the cock kept fucking her.

And Godiva opened her mouth almost as if to scream but nothing came out. The scream stayed lodged in her throat as she started to cum and then she started to sob as she came harder and harder.

The man was cumming inside her but she didn’t care. All that mattered was her pussy and how it felt and her pussy felt so fucking good.

The man was grunting so at least she got to hear something then but when it was all over, the man simply pulled out, gave her ass a smack and then turned and walked away without the woman being any more the wiser about whose dick she’d just had inside her.

And he was only the first one but he certainly wasn’t the last one to stick his cock inside her. Over the course of the rest of the day and into the evening, the woman found herself getting fucked fourteen more times. Sometimes, she knew who it was and sometimes, she didn’t. Sometimes, the men would talk to her and sometimes they wouldn’t but it really didn’t matter. It just seemed as if her pussy was there for the men of the village to use as they saw fit.

The sun went down and still, she was left out on display for just a little while longer but it wasn’t that long after the sun had set that the sheriff came out to see her. “It looks as if we have a bit of a problem,” he said.

“We do,” the lady asked with a shiver.

The man nodded. “The law really says that the penalty for public nudity is at a minimum, two consecutive days of public humiliation in the stocks, but if I leave you here overnight, you’ll likely freeze to death and something tells me the earl wouldn’t take all that kindly to coming home and finding out that his wife had frozen her ass off in the stocks.”

The lady didn’t say anything.

“On the other hand, I don’t want to be accused of playing favorites, either.”

Again, the lady said nothing.

“So here’s the deal. I can let you go home for the night. You can sleep in your bed and do as you like but at first light, I will be there to bring you back to where you are now. If we do this, if I come and get you, I will take you in whatever form you are, even if that means I have to drag you out of bed. Is that clear?”

The lady of the manor looked at the man and she couldn’t help but shiver before she nodded her head.

“We’re agreed then.”

“Yes.”

The man let the woman out of the stocks and then he handed her his clothes back. “I’ll have one of my men take you home,” he said, “but I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”

Again, the woman nodded.

The Lady Godiva didn’t say a word as she was led back to her home. She was tired and sore. “Elizabeth,” she said as soon as she was home, “draw up a bath for me and get something from cook for me to eat.”

“Yes, mum. Right away, mum.”

Elizabeth was quick and efficient and as quick as it was really possible, she had the bath prepared for her mistress. Godiva slipped off her clothes and she let herself slip down in the tub, sighing as she felt the water envelop her.

The lady sighed. Just right. The water was just right. She sighed again. She loved her nice, hot baths.

And then, without even thinking about what she was doing, she let a hand slide between her legs. As many times as she’d gotten fucked that day, there was just something about it. She found herself wanting more and she didn’t know why.

Elizabeth continued to watch her mistress. Finally, she couldn’t help herself. “If you don’t mind me asking, mum, what happened to you?”

The lady repressed a moan even as her hand continued to work her. Mmm yeah. That was good. That was what she wanted.

“Mum,” the concerned girl said. “Mum?”

The lady of the house seemed to snap back to the present even though her hand was still working between her legs.

“What happened to you,” Elizabeth asked.

And that’s when the story came out, haltingly at first and then quicker and quicker as Godiva recounted the fuckings she’d received and then finally, the deal she’d made with the sheriff.

“You don’t have to do it, you know,” said the shocked girl when the story was done.

“Do what?”

“Go back again tomorrow.”

“But I gave my word.”

“So?”

“So he’ll take me out by force if he has to.”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

The lady was continuing to rub herself under the water. She was almost there. Actually, the thought of the man coming into the house was appealing to her. She rubbed herself harder. Having him come into the house and come to her bedroom. She couldn’t help but moan at the thought of that.

He’d have to drag her out of bed. She’d want that. He’d have to punish her for her insubordination. She’d expect no less.

Her fingers worked themselves between her legs and she tried to stifle another moan. Maybe he’d fuck her bend her over her bed and fuck her right there in her bedroom, right there over the bed she shared with her husband.

She wasn’t really trying to stifle what she was feeling, at least not anymore. She wondered if the sheriff had a big, hard cock. She hoped he did.

She moaned again. And it would feel so good, she told herself. Her fingers moved faster and harder. It would feel so good having him take her right there in her bedroom.

Her back arched as her finger finally pushed her over the edge and she moaned. Oh yeah, that was good. That was so fucking good.

She knew Elizabeth was watching her but she just didn’t care. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so fucking bad and she didn’t care who saw her.

Elizabeth just looked on in shock as the mistress continued to cum.

Finally, the orgasm had run its course but Godiva still felt hot and horny. She almost felt hotter than she’d felt before if that was possible but she resisted the urge to get herself off again. She needed to be well rested if she was going to spend another day in the stocks. She looked at the girl. “Just have me ready tomorrow.”

“Yes, mum.”

The lady of the house let her fingers linger for just a moment longer before she pulled herself out of the tub. “Well,” she said, “it looks like I’m going to have a long day tomorrow so I guess I’d better get some rest.”