The usual disclaimers apply: The following story is fiction, any similiarities to people living or dead is a coincidence. Anybody under 18 shouldn't be reading this. etc...
It had been a bad day for Marline Stevenson. The company where she worked at during the mornings was doing poorly and as a result had started laying off its employees. As a precaution against being laid off, Marline had started doing other tasks besides her own. Her first job was overdemanding and hectic. After her shift ended at 1 PM, she went to her second job where for 4 hours a day she sorted files and did light typing. But it wasn't her two part time jobs that were the big problem. It was her roomate, a man in his late twentys, just a few years older then she was. She had taken him in before she had gotten her second job. The money he paid for rent had helped her stay out of debt, but now that her second job was providing a half decent paycheck, she was thinking of getting rid of him. He was an intelligent man who wasn't too bad looking. He had a sharp, witty, affible personalty. He was a good conversationalist too. But on the other hand he was a bit of a slob, and recently he had started making sexual innuendos towards her. It had started with mild flirting but it was starting to become more serious. If it didn't stop and soon, she was going to kick him out. It was shortly after 5 PM now, and she had a headache that was on the verge of becoming a migrane. She always got headaches when she was under stress, which her jobs provided plenty of.
She got back to her 2 bedroom apartment, took some asprin, and settled down on the couch to watch some TV. Her roomate, John, came into the living room. "Bad day at work?" he asked her. "Oh yes! Today was definately bad!" she said. "I see." he said. Without warning he walked behind her, put his hands on the back of her neck--and started giving her a massage. "Hey! Stop that I--" she paused in mid sentance. That actually felt pretty good. Her headache was starting to go away already. He continued to massage her neck and started massaging her shoulders. She didn't object, his massage was making her feel quite good. Her muscles were loosening up and her headache was just melting away. He finished after a few minutes. "There. That's a technique I learned a couple years back. It's for dealing with tension headaches and problems associated with stress." he said. "I see, Look John. We need to talk about some things." she said. John sat down on the couch and looked at her. "What's on your mind?" he asked her. "Well, recently you've been--um, talking to me in a way thats sexual. It started with some harmless flirting but in the past couple weeks it's gotten more serious. And this morning you smacked me on the butt, not hard, it didn't hurt...but it made me feel..." "Uncomfortable?" he finished her sentance. "Yes, that was the word I was looking for, yes, uncomfortable." she said. "I understnd. You're not a sexually active woman, so being seriously flirted with makes you uncomfortable, even embarrassed." he said. "Yes, now that massage you gave me was fine. That's ok, but please don't do what you did this morning again." she said. He gave her a look of understanding. "All right, now that I know that you found my advances to be uncomfortable, I will stop.." he said.
He went back to his room, and she resumed watching TV. That was easier then she thought! It had just been a simple misunderstanding. And that massage he gave her had made her feel better 10 fold! Usually it took an hour or more for her headaches to go away, but that massage made it just melt away almost instantly. She decided to give him another chance. If he smacked her ass again however, he was out of there! The rest of the night went on as usual. She watched her favorite shows then took a relaxing bath. She had thought of going to a nightclub and having a few drinks, but she didn't have extra money to blow on that. The monthly rent had come and drained her of her cash, and she didn't get her paycheck till the end of the week. So she was stuck at home. She thought of maybe talking with her roomate, but she decided against it. She was still somewhat uncomfortable even though he had gotten rid of her headache. After she finished her bath, she went into her room to read. At least her roomate didn't bother her at night. He kept to himself, didn't play loud music or turn his TV up too loud. He never disturbed her sleep, unlike the tenants on the floor below her, and he always paid his half the rent on time. She had no idea what he did for a living, but as long as his half of the rent money was coming in, she didn't care.
The next day, Marline was driving home from work, She got paid today but she was in a bad mood. At her first job, her co worker got laid off, and she had to take up the slack, This on top of all the other things she did there. She was a book keeper, she did light to medium computer work, she organized meetings, and now she also did her laid off co workers job which involved using spreadsheets. Her second job was better though. Sorting files was not the most exciting job, but it was her only job. It was money and it helped her unwind a bit. Still though, she had a headache. She knew she was overstressed, she always got headaches when the pressure was on, but what could she do? She couldn't quit. Her meager savings would last maybe a month, and with the shape the economy was in, it was far from likely that she would find a new job within a month. The rent from her roomate could tide her over she guessed, but that would mean giving up luxuries like going to the movies and going out to nightclubs and such. She wouldn't do that. She could tough it out at her job. She arrived home and saw John sitting on the couch. "Hey, how was your day?" he asked her. "The usual John, the usual. Chaos and overload at Job #1 and boerdom at Job #2." she said. "Got a headache? I'll help you get rid of it." he said. She thought about it for a moment. "All right, I wanna go out tonight anyway and a headache won't help me have fun." she said. She sat down next to him and he began to massage her neck again. She was amazed at how good that felt. She could feel her body relaxing and the pressures of the day were just melting away... Within a few minutes, her headache was totally gone. "Thanks, I needed that." she said. "No problem." he said with an understanding smile.
It was 3 weeks later and things were falling into a rather pleasant routine. Whenever Marline had a bad day at work, John would give her a relaxing massage. One day she came home from work, and he asked if he could give her a full body massage. "It will involve touching areas such as your thighs and buttocks" he said. She didn't know if that was a good idea or not. He had kept his promise and had stopped the sexual innuendos, but was it a good idea to let him feel her...down there? "I don't know John...." she said. "Trust me, You'll like it." he said. Reluctantly she laid down on the couch. He began to massage her. The moment he touched her she started to feel really good, not just feeling pleasure, but feeling peaceful, and tranquil, and totally relaxed. She realized after a few minutes that he wasn't massaging her anymore, he was fondling her. He was touching and rubbing and caressing her breasts and ass. She found that she didn't mind, she felt too good to care about what he was doing to her. He began to remove her clothing and soon she was laying there in her underwear. He caressed her body then moved up[ to her head and caressed her short black hair. Soon he pulled her underwear off and started caressing her naked bottom. She was aware of what he was doing and was suprised that she didn't feel embarrassed or upset. She felt very comfortable with him touching her, him touching her bare skin sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout her body and also enforced her feelings of peace and happiness. He started to take off his pants. She knew what he was going to do, she found herself not only willing but eager to have sex with him....
Another two weeks had passed, and the scene had changed a lot. Work went on as usual, but every day when Marline came home, she would either strip naked or put on a sexy maids uniform and start cleaning the apartment. She had always been a clean person, but now cleaning relaxed her. It was John's suggestion that she wear the maid's uniform and act like his maid, and she found that she didn't mind it at all. In fact she started looking forward to it every day. On days when she didn't clean, she was groped and touched by John. She had grown to really like the "massages" he gave her, even though he was only groping her. Every time he touched her she felt those wonderful feelings of pleasure and tranquility. She also felt warm and safe when she was around him. A Dom/Sub relationship was forming between them. He was the one in control and she not only tolerated submitting to him, she found that she liked it. Submitting to his wishes increased those feelings of warmth and tranquility. As time passed she realized that she was becoming more or less a slave. While that thought would frighten many women, it didn't bother her any. She walked into the apartment. John greeted her and suggested that the apartment needed cleaning. There were a few dirty plates and the floor needed vacuuming. She stripped naked and went to her room to put on the maids uniform that he had bought for her. It wasn't a normal maids uniform. It was the type with the really short skirt that could be bought in certain adult clothing stores. It came with crotchless pantyhose and a little feather duster. She liked wearing it around the apartment. Putting it on after she got home from work made a lot of her stress just melt away. After she finished tidying up, John gave her a relaxing massage. She drifted deeper into her pleasant revrie. Soon they were having sex in her bedroom. It was even better then it was the last time. When she came she felt like she was in heaven. Nothing else mattered to her. She was with him and nothing else mattered...
The next day was a bad day for Marline. She got laid off from her first job. She didn't know what she was going to do, The rent from John and the paycheck from her second job wasn't enough to pay the bills. She really needed that job, she had done everything she could to try to keep it, but all she got for it was a notice that she was laid off and a half hearted apology. After her second job was over she headed home in a bad mood. Her mood softened when she walked through the door. John was watching TV in the living room. He asked her about her day and she started telling him about what had happened. She told him how much she had hated that job, but that she had to stick it out until a better job came along. She told him of her financial fears. At that point he put his hand on her head and she started to immediately calm down. "No need to worry Marline. Money will not be a problem." he said. "Why not?" she asked in a much calmer tone. "I have plenty of money. I inherited it from my parents after they passed away." he said. Despite her soothing calm she couldn't help but wonder something, "If you're rich, why do you live in my apartment? Why don't you have a big house somewhere?" she asked him. He smiled and started to pet her head. "That's nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about." he said. As he continued to pet and caress her, she started to understand that she didn't have to worry about anything. "Since money is not a problem, you can quit your other job as well." he said. "Ooh yessssss..." she said. He started caressing her ass with his hands. "And we can spend much more time together." he said. "Yesssss..." she moaned.
It was a week later and Marline didn't have a care in the world. There was absolutely nothing at all wrong with her life. John always made her feel good and when he was around he reenforced her feelings of happiness and peace. She found herself quite eager to please him, and she felt very good when she knew that she had pleased him. John was out for awhile and Marline was busy tidying up. She noticed that John's bedroom door was open. She hadn't been in here since she had rented the room out, and her curiousity got the better of her. His room was more or less a plain ordanary one room living space, complete with a little television and a laptop. The laptop was on and it caught her eye. A word processing program was open and there were journal entries on the screen. She debated with herself for a minute, was it right to look through his private Journal? She decided that she would, but that she would tell nobody about her doing so. As she started reading, her calmness and tranquility started to decrease. She scanned the entries. One of them stood out: "June 14th, Marline's conditioning is coming along perfectly as planned. She feels a combination of warmth, safety, and pleasure when I touch her. The mind conditioning has made her much more agreeable with me, she will now do almost anything I say. Soon, it will be time for the next step in my plan..."
She started to feel some mild horror seeping through her. Oh how she wanted John to touch her, but yet she now knew that she wanted that because he was making her want it, but still it felt so good to be touched by him. She scanned through more of his journal entries. The conditioning had appearantly started the night before he had first smacked her ass. Every time she went to bed he would place some sort of device on her head. He would then set his alarm to get up before she did so he could remove the device. She didn't learn much more from his journal logs. She returned to the page that John had been writing on and made it appear that it had not been messed with. She left his room and sat down on the couch in the living room. She could escape. She could find the device and take it to the police, that wouldn't work, they would think she was nuts. She didn't really have a desire to escape. Conflicting thoughts were running through her mind. Why should she escape? Was she in danger? If so, then where was the danger coming from? John hadn't hurt her. He wasn't a violent person. Her life had done nothing but improve since the whole mind conditioning had began. But it had only improved because of the mind conditioning. She sat there on the couch, conflicting thoughts raging in her head.