The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

4:

Not much else happened that day. When I came back from lunch—meeting with a potential new client—the other girls had matched Lisa’s new uniform, and so I entered the office to find three women wearing nothing but stockings and heels.

As I’d expected, all three of them were perfectly shaved. All three of them were looking at me pleadingly when I entered, but I decided to ignore them.

What we were doing wasn’t right, and I already regretted encouraging them. I thought of myself was a good guy; a good guy does not take advantage of his employees.

Perhaps if I ignore them, I thought, things will go back to normal.

I was wrong.

That weekend, I tried my hardest to think about anything else. The trouble is, work is my life—I don’t go into the office on weekends, but I can honestly say I don’t think of much else. Building a company is hard, and I guess I never really learned to slow down.

Eventually, I pulled out my old gaming console, and spent the weekend trying to Zelda all my pent-up frustration away.

When I entered work on Monday morning, the three girls again stood up and stripped down. Aside from that, however, they were very well-behaved. They worked in silence, which was far from normal, but none of them propositioned me, or tried to come into my office and seduce me.

Marching into my office, I locked the door and buried myself in requisition forms. It wasn’t until the growling of my stomach told me that I’d worked right through lunch that I realized—I had forgotten to bring any food.

Setting the paperwork aside, I weighed up my options. I could call one of the girls and have them bring me something—I was sure they’d obey without hesitation—but that ran the risk of escalation.

No, I’d have to nip across the street and get myself something.

As I left, I saw that they were still working hard.

I should have known better. Really, I should have. But I do consider myself to be a good boss, and that means looking after your employees’ well-being.

“Ladies,” I said, wishing I didn’t get a thrill from the way they all snapped to attention, the adoring—and obedient—looks the three of them threw my way. “Try to relax, just a little.”

“Yes, master,” they chanted together, moving my penis from half-mast all the way to full.

I should have known better.

When I came back, a slice of greasy pizza in hand, none of them were at their desks.

I walked into my office, and found Michelle laying on the floor, Lisa on top of her, and Olivia behind her. They’d gotten their hands on some massage oil, and were most thoroughly rubbing each other down.

“Girls…” I sighed weakly, before realizing that anything I said was bound to make it worse.

I’d already learned that they weren’t much inclined to listen to me when I told them not to do something sexual; why would this be any different?

For the rest of the day, I desperately tried to concentrate on my work as they touched each other.

My indifference simply seemed to egg them on, however; the harder I worked, the louder their obvious enjoyment got. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, rubbing massage oil into places that no reputable masseur would ever go. Whenever I answered—or made—a phone call, they’d quieten down, but the moment I ended the call, the moans grew louder than before.

I was tempted to spend the rest of the afternoon making calls, just to shut them up, but I really hate being on the phone.

More, it turns out, than I hate three women putting on a lesbian oil show for my amusement.

When 8pm rolled around and the three of them showed no signs of stopping, I decided to call it a night. Putting on my coat, I politely bid them a good night.

“Good night, master,” they moaned back at me, followed by amused wails as I turned off the lights.

5:

When I got to work the next morning, my resolve was beginning to crumble. Clearly, ignoring it was doing nothing. The situation was escalating all by itself.

And if I wasn’t responsible for what the girls were doing, was it really so wrong of me to take advantage?

Yes, I told myself, but I was struggling to believe it.

As was becoming routine, the girls stood up and stripped for me. I couldn’t help myself—I took a moment to appreciate their bodies. If I reached out and touched them, I very much doubted that they’d object. Just as Lisa had last week, they’d let me explore their bodies however I pleased.

It was oh so tempting, but I resisted.

“Yesterday,” I said, affecting the sternest tone I could muster, “the three of you seemed to spend a lot of time away from your desks. Today, I expect you to work twice as hard to make up for it.”

“Yes sir,” they chanted in unison.

I wished that didn’t make me as hard as it did.

To their credit, the girls obeyed. Every time I stepped out of my office, the three of them were hard at work. They’d look up at me hopefully, but when it was clear that I had no further instructions for them, they returned their focus to their computers.

I resisted the temptation to tell them to relax. I knew exactly where that would lead.

Just before lunch, there was a knock at my office door.

“Come in,” I said out of habit, before kicking myself. What had I just done?

“Excuse me master,” Michelle said, slinking into the room.

“Michelle, no…” I weakly protested, and her face morphed into a look of faux shock.

“Sir…master…I just came in here to get your signature on this week’s orders.”

With a sigh, I signed the form. As she leaned down to pick it up, my eyes held on her bare breasts for slightly longer than they should have.

Not that her breasts should have been bare in the first place.

“Thank you, master,” she purred, and practically skipped out of the room.

It seemed my reaction inadvertently began some kind of competition; for the rest of the day, the girls alternated coming in to get me to help them with paperwork. At first, it was a series of legitimate requests; signatures, contact information that only I had, decisions above their pay-grade.

By the time four pm rolled around, however, the questions were growing more and more transparently thin. Finally, when Olivia came in to ask me what size font I wanted on our New Orders page, I’d had enough.

“No,” I snapped, and she stepped back, put her arms behind her back, and bowed her head.

“I’m sorry, master?”

“I know what you’re doing, Olivia.”

“I just wanted to…—“

“No,” I interrupted. “You were looking for attention. Well, you’re not going to get it.”

“I was,” she whispered, and for the second time in a week, I could tell she was on the verge of tears.

“Please,” I said, lowering my tone. “I just…—”

“I was,” she repeated, and looked me straight in the eyes. “I was looking for attention. It was wrong of me.”

A single tear slowly slid down her face.

“It’s fine,” I said. I almost reached out to comfort her, before realizing how much bare skin that would put me in contact with.

“It’s not,” she said solemnly. “It was very, very wrong of me. Please…”

“What?”

“Please, master—I must be punished.”

“What?”

“You’re right to call me out, sir. I didn’t need your help on this; I was just looking for attention. Please, master; punish me.”

“No!”

“Very well, sir.”

Without another word, Olivia stepped out of my office.

What?

It couldn’t have been that easy.

It couldn’t have been that easy.

Narrowing my eyes, I followed her out into the main office area.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the sight in front of me. Olivia was in the process of laying herself over Lisa’s lap, her ass on display.

It was rather a fine ass, I unwillingly noticed.

A better man than I would have walked away. I knew what was coming, I knew that watching would just egg them on, but…

Well, I wanted to watch.

Here’s the thing—I don’t even like spanking. Or, for that matter, lesbians. I’m not a homophobe or anything like that, I’ve just never found it a turn-on.

My ex had refused to believe me when I’d first told her; it wasn’t until she’d found my collection of porn that she believed me. If I wasn’t so into women, I’d wonder if I were bisexual—if there isn’t a cock involved, I get bored.

Watching Michelle enthusiastically spank Olivia, however…I wasn’t bored.

“One!” Olivia squealed, as the sound of the loud smack faded away.

“Two!” she yelped, as Michelle delivered another one.

“Three!”

By the time she hit fifteen, Olivia was openly sobbing. Not just from pain, though that was certainly a part of it—as Michelle had spanked her, it was obvious that she’d gotten more and more turned on. The room was filled with the heady scent of her arousal, and the silences between each smack had been replaced with soft, whimpering moans.

“Is that enough, master?” Lisa asked, turning to me with a needy look in her eyes. At some point during the punishment, she’d come and stood next to me. Her agitation wasn’t as obvious as Olivia’s, but I recognized it from the week before—my newest employee was also turned on.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You heard him,” Lisa said to my other employees. “That’s enough.”

“Yes, sir,” Olivia moaned.

“Yes, master,” Michelle said at the same time.

The two girls froze.

“Shall we punish her, master?” Lisa asked.

“No!” I said, but it was too late.

Michelle was already bending over her desk.

“I’m sorry, master,” she said, her big brown eyes staring straight at me. “I promise, I’ll do better.”

I marched back into my office, closed the door, and did all I could to remember that the women being spanked out there were my employees…and that I was into neither lesbians OR spankings.

6:

I seriously considered working from home the next day. But, as it happened, we had a client coming in. A client too important to be worth cancelling.

Two weeks ago, I would have simply let Michelle take the meeting.

After the events of the last few days, however, I wasn’t confident that she’d even be clothed when Tess arrived.

I actually managed to get to work before any of my three employees; when they entered, I was leaning against my office door.

The three of them came in together, laughing and chatting. As soon as they saw me, their demeanor changed—they immediately fell silent, their eyes fell to the ground, and they began to strip.

“No!” I exclaimed. “Stop that!”

Ignoring my order, they continued stripping until they were standing in front of me wearing nothing but heels and stockings.

“We have a client coming in today,” I said urgently. “I need you to be dressed.”

They stood there silently, none of them moving.

“That’s an order,” I insisted, but it had no effect.

With a sigh, I resorted to plan B.

“Pick up your clothes,” I said, and the three women did as they were told. “Put them out of sight.”

They did.

“Tess is coming at ten thirty. At ten o’clock, I want the three of you to be gone. I don’t care where you go, just as long as she doesn’t see you. You will not return until she’s left. Any questions?”

“No sir,” they chorused as a group.

I grumbled into my office, slamming the door.

At five minutes past ten, I left my office. Sure enough, the girls were gone.

I checked their drawers; their clothes were still there. Either they’d left the office completely naked, or they were hiding in one of our various storerooms and closets. Frankly, I didn’t care which it was.

“Where is everyone?” Tess asked at 10:25, characteristically early.

“They’re on-site with one of our clients,” I lied smoothly. “They have a major launch today, and we offered to have everyone there, just to make sure it goes as smoothly as possible.”

“Well,” Tess said with a smile, “I hope that I get that sort of service when the new app goes live.”

“Of course.”

“Fantastic,” she said, sitting down and crossing one pant-leg over the other. “Speaking of the app…”

I found it hard to concentrate during the meeting. Fortunately, Tess is the type who is more than happy to do enough talking for both of us.

I made sure to nod at all the appropriate times, but for the entirety of the meeting, I couldn’t help but glance out to the office, worried that I’d see a half-naked employee running past.

Finally, Tess began to run out of steam. She stood up and grasped my hand.

“It was a pleasure,” she said, not making eye contact.

“Thanks so much for coming in,” I said.

“Of course,” she said warmly. “You’re the boss.”