The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Olga happily hummed to herself as she happily placed some of her outfits on the bed before putting them away. She was so excited that she was getting a drawer in Master William’s bedroom. She had been such a good girl recently for him. Being a good girl and pleasing was her life goal. Pleasing afforded her such amenities in her very simple life of docile obedience.

The beautiful red haired Russian girl stared at her drawer. The 31 year old Pleasure Bunnie had grown up in the former Soviet Union. Shortly after her childhood domicile became Russia, her family emigrated to America where she went to high school and then college, before becoming a paralegal at a legal firm which represented many corporations.

Olga did not know this part of the story, how she came to be the good girl she was now did not matter to her, but her firm represented a client who invested in many private prisons. They had corrupted a few judges, who in turn for payment sent their teen delinquents to their prison, in turn making millions of dollars off of these kids, who were often sent there for petty crimes.

A good friend of one of Master William’s closest allies at the Pleasure Bunnie Corporation had a sister who was stuck in one of these prisons. William sent a liaison to the firm, asking them to turn in the judge and let the teenagers leave their mostly unrighteous captivity. Obviously, the actions of the Pleasure Bunnie Corporation were not exactly the most virtuous, but they took care with their actions and did not try to abuse them. The firm, who had a previous client among their partners, refused and, in fact, threatened the liaison.

The next morning, a sweep of the company holiday party left every partner dead, the younger male paralegals and every woman left “missing” from the party besides those already on vacation or elsewhere, which was at least 40% of the firm. Leaving the men in a bloody mess sent a message to others: Do not fuck with the Pleasure Bunnies Corporation. The message was well received.

The women and younger men were all brainwashed, turned into dutiful Pleasure Bunnies of various use. One of them was Olga, who had caught William’s eye and become an occasional bedroom partner while she was conditioned and served in their Gentleman’s, and Ladies, Club.

Olga’s drawer was on the bottom of the five drawer chest. There four above her had post it notes taped onto them with names of other Bunnies. Olga smiled at William’s silliness. Above her was a “Becky,” who Olga knew, Bianca, who was now a fairly famous singer that her Master had dalliances with from time to time, a Brandi, that Olga did not know, and a Kimmi, who was rather infamous around headquarters for a number of reasons.

As she continued to organize the clothing William had picked out for her, Lexi, one of the apartment’s maids, came into the room. Lexi, another redhead, swayed into the room, black pumps thudding on the carpet, and picked up the piles of dresses and handed them to Olga.

The Russian Bunnie smiled and thanked the maid, who wore a bright pink maid uniform with white stockings and black pumps. “You have been assigned a shift in the programming department. Please report there once you have obeyed your current task.” Lexi almost stared past Olga, announcing the instruction in an emotionless and totally indifferent voice. It was like the life had been ripped out of her. The intensity of the maid’s enslavement meant the much more passively brainwashed Russian shudder.

“I need to take a shower before I go there.” She pointed at the remaining clothes. “I never left here last night. These clothes were brought to me after William left for a meeting.”

Lexi nodded slightly. “You will report as commanded once you complete this task.” The maid turned and left the room, returning to her duties elsewhere.

Olga stared after the maid’s backside, but an urge within her to wrap up her tasks and obey overcame the Pleasure Bunnie. She quickly finished putting away the underwear and bras, and then the redhead placed the three pairs of shoes William had selected on the other side of the drawer.

That task complete, she felt a strong urge to hurry, shower, and then report as commanded. Olga knew a lot of it had been brainwashed into her, but she loved how obeying gave her focus and drive that previously she had not known. Stripping off her clothes, the Russian Bunnie turned on the shower at the end of the hall and washed herself down.

Olga cleaned off her body, her oft-augmented breasts soaked in soap. By the time she was done, her body, shaved permanently below the shoulders, glistened and shone. The Pleasure Bunnie dried off, reapplied her makeup, and stared at her naked, voluptuous, body in the mirror. Satisfied, she smiled to herself and walked back into the bedroom.

The red-haired Pleasure Bunnie slid on a blue dress and clear platform heels tinged in the same color. She reattached her collar, watching her name tag dangle off of it. Looking at the picture of William she had as her phone background, she smiled, sighed, and hoped she could move up the dresser heirarchy soon.