The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday 20th July

Wow, what a great day! It was better than my wildest imaginings, a dream come true. I am now Head of Product Testing. It is not a trainee role any more, I am a full-blown executive and have full responsibility for product testing. Mr. Wilson said that he expected great things from me and I hope I can live up to his expectations. Though I am sure I will prove to be excellent in my new role, it is perfect for me! I absolutely love this job!

I found out about my promotion shortly after I arrived. The news was no surprise, as I had known it was coming since last week, I just had not yet been formally promoted. This morning, Mr. Wilson made it official.

When I arrived at the office, I wanted to show that I was keen to work hard, so I quickly got comfortable and undressed as usual before sitting down to work. It feels so wonderful to be naked. Then, shortly after that, Mr. Wilson called me over to his desk for a meeting to discuss my promotion.

I wondered whether maybe I ought to get dressed for the meeting. I thought that perhaps, since I was rising in rank and responsibility, I would have to put on my clothes. That thought made me a bit sad, since I have come to love the freedom that Mr. Wilson can extend to me while I am a trainee.

I figured I should check with Mr. Wilson whether I needed to be clothed for the meeting. I carefully inquired if he minded that I did not get dressed. He simply waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and told me that he did not mind in the slightest. So I sat down for our meeting in the nude. Yes!

Mr. Wilson explained my new position and what perks and priviledges I could expect. He explained that normally I would get a nice office to go along with my new rank, but since I was going to continue to work closely with him it would be more convenient if I stayed in his office. Of course that is what I wanted anyway. I learn so much from being close to him that I did not want to move.

However, he said that as an executive I did deserve at least some new furniture. A new desk will not fit in the office, but he will buy me a new ‘executive’ chair. He told me that it is a new design of one of those kneeling-posture chairs. Our client actually just started selling them, and I suppose it makes sense that I get the first one in our office since I am now in charge of product testing.

Mr. Wilson continued telling me about the basics of my new role and responsibilities. Essentially, I need to ensure that any new products are tested to ensure that they meet the claims of the manufacturer. We normally hire in workers from an agency to do the actual testing and I would be responsible for supervising them and collating all their reports on the products.

Naturally, since the Penelope’s Pleasures project is currently our highest priority my efforts will be focused on looking at the products they sell.

I was determined to prove to Mr. Wilson that he was right to promote me. I especially knew how important it was to the company that we do a great job for our client, and I wanted to do a good for job for them too. They have taken a chance on us and have continued to support us when they could have gone to one of the bigger companies. Our client is definitely a progressive company and I want them to succeed.

One of the biggest issues I would face is finding appropriate agency staff who would have enough product knowledge and, in particular, knowledge about how a consumer would use the product. That would be my first big challenge in this new job. Mr. Wilson explained that, to be frank, it is rather hard to find agency workers who would be prepared to test products from Penelope’s Pleasures.

To emphasize, he brought out a box of actual items that needed testing, new products they were thinking of selling and had shipped to us. We started looking through the items and I have to admit that Mr. Wilson was right about how difficult it would be to find a tester.

The box contained a collection of vibrators and dildos, which I thought I might be able to find someone to test. But that was not all, there were various bondage and discipline items also. These I was certain that I would never be able to hire any agency worker to test for us.

From the quantity of products we probably only had enough work for a single tester, if only we could find someone. But unfortunately we guessed that a few different people would be needed to cover the range of knowledge necessary to test the full set of products.

As we looked through the box of products I started feeling turned on more and more. I could not help it, the stuff kept reminding me of all the fantasies I have been having recently. Besides, this morning I was rather distractedly horny anyway, since I had not gotten the relief of an orgasm last night. I was glad I was undressed then, as it was nice and easy to slip one of my hands down between my thighs to tickle my itch.

I was particularly intrigued by a slave collar. This one came with a special accessory, ring clips where the wearer could have their cuffed wrists fastened behind their head. Prior to this project, I had no interest in bondage toys. But lately I had seen such collars worn a lot in the videos I had researched, and the thought of wearing one myself has started to occupy my fantasies.

Now as I held one in my hand I wondered what it would be like. Mr. Wilson saw me holding the collar and began to explain about it and how some women love to wear them. He described how our submissive customers enjoy being treated as a sexual slave, being forced to wear a collar by their master. I guess I drifted off thinking about how it might feel to be in that situation.

These thoughts cranked my libido into a frenzy, and my idle touching between my thighs sped up into full masturbation as I listened to his soft voice.

That unfortunately spurred me right to the edge of orgasm and I had to ask Mr. Wilson for permission to cum. It came out as a gasp since I was breathless with desire. I felt a little embarrassed that I had allowed myself to be so distracted during this important meeting, but thankfully Mr. Wilson said he did not mind at all and immediately gave me the permission I craved.

As I was coming down from my climax I had a bright idea. I realized that the most important qualification of any product tester we chose, was that they knew about and identified with our customers and the products. Well, it occured to me that the person who knew the most about both our customers and our products was myself.

It would be a little unusual, but I realized that I could do the testing. Obviously, normally I would only be supervizing the testing that someone else performed. However, since this project is such a high priority, I knew then that I would have to do whatever it took to make it successful, and if that meant I actually perform the testing myself, then so be it.

I explained my thoughts to Mr. Wilson and he said it was a wonderful idea even if it was a bit unorthodox. He had been worried for a moment that we would not be able to find anyone to test these products. He said that my idea showed he had been right to give me this promotion. I felt so happy when he said that.

Then he went on to say that he thought my solution would work out incredibly well. In fact, having me test the products would be excellent since I clearly strongly identified with the customers, and that my submissive fantasies ensured I would be perfect. I felt a bit embarrassed when he brought that up but of course I realized that I could not deny it.

After our meeting, Mr. Wilson suggested that I might as well get started. I felt rather nervous. Well, who would not be nervous in that situation? However, I knew that I had to step up to the plate if I was going to prove to Mr. Wilson that he had not made a mistake in promoting me.

The first item on their list that needed to be tested was the collar. I felt a bit nervous, and I was unsure how exactly it was worn, but I could not shirk my responsibilities. Thankfully, Mr. Wilson said that he would help me. He recognized my willingness to do whatever was necessary to make the project a success, and complimented me for it. It felt so good to hear his praise.

In fact, he told me that he was so pleased with my determination and attitude that he would give up his time to help me as needed today. I must say that I was overjoyed. It showed that Mr. Wilson really wants me to succeed at what I do. He is such a great man. He did not have to help me, after all he is a very busy man.

Mr. Wilson stood behind me and buckled the collar around my neck, then locked it in place with the key. I felt a momentary thrill as one of my deepest fantasies was acted out. I only wish that it was real, that Mr. Wilson would place a collar around my neck as my master rather than just to help me test a product.

I felt increasingly excited by the situation, and was about to start touching between my thighs again when Mr. Wilson suggested that we should really test out all the features of the product, including the wrist cuffs behind my neck. So, with some reluctance, I let him take my wrists and cuff them, then bring my hands up and behind my head, clipping the shackles to the collar. As he locked them in place I felt another thrill.

I was a little ashamed to be getting excited again, but the situation was so close to some of my fantasies that I could not help growing aroused. I could feel the moistness between my legs and I so desperately wanted to rub myself there, but my hands were cuffed up to the collar. Oh god, it was so exciting to have my hands tied up like that! It made me feel so helpless and submissive, like in my favorite fantasies.

This new job is so great. Not only am I now an important executive, but I also love my work. I get to test and use some things from my fantasies. What other job could possibly give me that? Well, I suppose if I could actually live out my fantasies too, then it would be perfect, but this is the absolute best I can hope to expect.

Anyway, Mr. Wilson said that I should continue to wear the collar for quite awhile, in order to test it fully. But there were many more products to test, and that we should work our way down the list, even while I continued wearing the collar. He brought out the next few products on the list to test. A couple of them were vibrators, including one that was attached to the inside of a pair of panties, and controlled by remote.

The very next product though, was a bottle of sex enhancement gel. A combination lubricant and topical sensitizer or aphrodisiac. He read the label to me, and it sounded like some kind of herbal stimulant cream, meant to ehance libido and arousal.

I was quite certain that I did not need lubricant, and fairly certain that my libido could not be enhanced any further, since I was already quite horny all the time. I mentioned as much to Mr. Wilson. But he reminded me that it was important to test every single product thoroughly, as part of due diligence. The product label on the bottle made claims that need to be verified.

One of the claims he read off the label was that it would enhance sexual sensitivity and arousal wherever it was applied. Meaning that whatever spot on my body where the cream was placed would become hyper-sensitive to touch, making me extremely tuned to sexual stimulation there. That sounded intriguing since my libido was already very high and I was so horny all the time, that I am already quite super-sensitive and easily aroused these days. I realized that Mr. Wilson was right. That was a rather bold claim and we should really test it.

Mr. Wilson suggested that we first try applying the sex-enhancement cream to my breasts and nipples. I agreed, but pointed out that my hands were tied, so how was I supposed to apply the product? He said it was no problem, he would help me. He is so kind and considerate.

He brought a latex glove out of his desk, put it on, and then filled his hand with gel from the bottle. He stepped in front of me, and then began smearing the gel all over my breasts.

His hand cupped my breasts as he applied the stuff. Occasionally his gloved fingers would rub across my nipples, making them tighten and harden. I wished he was groping me for real, feeling me up for his own pleasure, rather than just applying the gel.

Once my breasts were thoroughly covered in the stuff, he stopped rubbing them and stepped back to allow the stuff to soak in and dry, then he would wipe it off, he explained.

I stood there, waiting for it to take effect, and tried to focus on how it felt, to see if the product was working. Very soon I noticed that my breasts did indeed feel rather sensitive, tingly almost, and that every sensation from my breasts was sexually electrified, even just the slightest thing, like when I exhaled and my breath stirred the air just a little bit, blowing subtly across my chest.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wilson eplained that the stuff should have soaked in by now. The dried gel could be removed, yet the enhancement effect was supposed to last a lot longer and so I should still feel extremely sensitive in my breasts.

He stepped forward with a towel to wipe off the gel, and as he ran it over my breasts I felt a jolt of pleasure. The stuff actually worked! And oh my god, how well it worked indeed. Mr. Wilson even helped me test the effect more rigorously.

After he had finished wiping off the gel he spent a little time lifting and cupping my breasts with his hands, to test the product, he explained. I gasped at his touch. He gave my nipples a little pinch and I could not help but shiver and moan at the pleasure that evoked. My knees almost buckled from the surprisingly powerful surges of pleasure. He guided me to sit on the edge of his desk so I would not fall down. The sensations were so incredibly powerful.

I started to wonder if perhaps I was going to cum, just from him touching my breasts. But all too soon he stopped and stepped away. I think I whined a little in frustration, but my mind was awhirl with arousal and I am not entirely sure.

While I panted and tried to catch my breath, he gently but firmly encouraged me to move my knees apart and open my legs wide. My head was still spinning with arousal as I complied.

Then I felt his gloved fingers slide between my legs, along my slit and the so sensitive skin below. They felt slimy and I realized that he had coated them with the enhancement gel again at some point when I was not paying attention.

The feeling of his fingers sliding along my slit were wonderful. I had to remind myself over and over that I was just testing a product even though deep inside I could feel my arousal rising and rising. I almost jumped out of my skin though when he pushed a gel-coated finger against my opening. It surprised and shocked me a little, and I clenched my legs together.

Mr. Wilson urged me to relax. However, I briefly felt unsure about the whole thing, wondering whether I should allow my boss to push a finger inside my most intimate place. But Mr. Wilson kept telling me in his persuasive soothing voice that I needed to be a good girl and follow instructions, for the company. With my hands tied up behind me this was the best, really the only way, to efficiantly perform the testing. I guess he is right. He is so wise, after all.

With a little more gentle coaxing from him, I relaxed and let my knees and legs fall open again. “Good girl, you’re doing so well,” he said in his soothing, soft yet firm voice. His words had a calming affect on me and I relaxed so that his slippery finger could slide inside me. It was a thrilling feeling, and he repeated it several times, applying more and more of the gel, thoroughly coating me down there, inside and out. Then he stepped back and we waited for it to take effect.

The powerful stimulant was apparently fast-acting since almost immediately I could feel myself tingling down there, growing hyper sensitive, just as Mr. Wilson said I would. My breasts were still tingling too, aching to be touched. If my hands had not been tied I would have played with them.

After a few minutes, Mr. Wilson declared that the stuff should be in full effect. I did not doubt him as I felt incredibly horny, so totally keyed up and excited and aroused that I could hardly think straight. I have never felt so horny in my life. My thoughts were occupied with those feelings, so I did not really notice him pick up the next item to be tested.

Then he stepped over to me and my eyes fell on the product he was holding. It was a pair of panties with a vibrator on the inside. My eyes locked on them and I felt a pang of excitement and curiosity.

I thought about what would it feel like to have a vibrator buzzing inside me, in my current state of arousal. Judging by how powerful it had felt earlier, just to have my breasts fondled, stimulation to my now super-sensitized pussy would probably be so powerful it would blow my mind. I guessed that I was about to find out, as Mr. Wilson had already started sliding the vibrator underwear up my legs.

He had me stand so he could pull the panties all the way up and slip the vibrator part into place. The mere feeling of it sliding inside me was exquisite, I felt so sensitive there. And it had not even been activated yet! I felt a surge of tingly arousal, and could not wait to experience more and stronger such sensations.

Once the panties were fully in position, they made me feel full in a very pleasant way. He suggested that I walk around to see how that felt. Oh it was so strange to have something so deep inside me as I walked. I could feel it there as my leg muscles clenched and moved around and against it. Little surges of pleasure jolted all through me.

Mr. Wilson instructed me to walk back and forth across the office wearing only it and my high heels, and my collar of course. As I followed his instructions, in my mind’s eye I could not help but fantasize that I was just a submissive slave having to carry out my master’s orders. It was a delicious fantasy.

Then he told me sit in my chair so we could test the remote vibrator. I sat and he flicked it on, and oh my god! The feeling of it vibrating inside me sent an incredible surge of tingly pleasure all through my whole body. I leaned back in my chair and I think my eyes rolled back in my head, the pleasure was so powerful. I think the most incredible part about it was that I could not control the stimulation. He held the remote and with my hands tied I could not take off the panties. If the pleasurable feelings grew too strong, it was not in my power to make them stop, and that knowledge only intensified my excitement.

My breasts heaved up and down as I panted, breathing deeply and moaning. That motion only made those tingly hyper-sensitive orbs call out for attention too. I wanted to play with them, but I could not free my hands, which were still locked in the cuffs. I squirmed and tried to get my hands free, but it was no use.

In a daze I think I heard him remark that he could see what I was trying to do, and he might as well spend just a little more time helping me out. Dimly I realized he had come over to stand behind my chair. Then I felt his hands reach around in front of me to cup and squeeze my breasts.

The pleasure suddenly intensified and very quickly brought me to the edge. I started asking him permission to cum, begging really, but I must have been incoherent and he did not understand me, because he did not reply. Oh my god it was almost agonizing to feel so aroused and be unable to cum.

After awhile he stopped playing with my breasts and flipped off the vibrator. I slumped in my chair gasping for breath, starting to calm down yet still incredibly aroused and desperate to cum.

I could feel him still standing behind me, and I noticed that he was sporting an erection. Then I felt so sorry for poor Mr. Wilson. After all he had a naked young woman writhing and moaning in his office, and he had just had his hands on her breasts helping her to test products. I just knew that the poor man would not be able to get any work done for the rest of the day if I did not help him out.

So I turned to face him, knelt down on the floor in front of him, and offered to relieve his tension. He accepted my offer and opened his pants. It felt so good to bob my head forwards and backwards with his hard dick in my mouth. I knew that what I was doing was helping the company, but I could not help feel my own selfish satisfaction as I imagined a fantasy that he was actually making me perform oral sex on him.

I kept my eyes locked on his so that I could tell what he wanted and needed. He was just so good about it all. I thought he might be a bit embarrassed, but instead he was so calm and confident. What a great man! He just kept offering me encouragement and praise for how well I was doing. It was a little challenging to give a blowjob with my hands tied, but I knew from his praise that I was doing a good job.

Then he grabbed the back of my head to guide my motions as he thrust into my mouth. It was rather uncomfortable for me, but since I had put him in this predicament it was the least I could do. Besides, I was rewarded by him telling me that I was a good, obedient girl. And then too, he switched the vibrator back on and suddenly the powerful surges of pleasure jolted through my body, radiating out from my sensitive pussy, and my mind swirled in the bliss. I never knew it could feel so incredibly good to give a blowjob!

I am not sure exactly how long this continued, but then just when he was about to cum he realized my own need and unselfishly ordered me to orgasm too just as I swallowed his semen. And naturally I had to swallow it, since we did not want to stain his office carpet.

Afterwards we went back to work. He returned to his paperwork and I sat at my desk, continuing to test out the remote vibrator panties. He switched the vibrator on and off for me though the day. It was so much fun sitting at my desk fantasizing, not knowing exactly when he would jolt me with a surge of arousing pleasure. A couple times, when he had a moment to spare, he even helped me out by coming to my desk and playing with my breasts. That always felt so incredibly good.

All the products passed with top marks. Mr. Wilson had to give me permission to cum several more times this afternoon before I went home.

At the end of the day, he helped me take off the panties to put away, and then unclipped my wrists. I rubbed the muscles of my arms, which felt a little sore from being tied up so long, but it had been worth it.

Mr. Wilson forgot to unlock my collar, so I ended up wearing it home. As I sit here writing this, I am still wearing it. I cannot remove the slave collar even if I wanted to, since Mr. Wilson kept the key. There is something very sexy about that.

Also, the sexual stimulation enhancement gel is still having an effect on me too. The effect has perhaps faded a very slight amount since when it was first applied. But if so, not much. I still feel incredibly sensitive in my breasts and between my legs. It makes my regular nightly masturbation sessions feel even that much better! I almost feel like I cannot control the urge to play with myself, I am so powerfully horny all the time now.

I just know that I am going to be calling Mr. Wilson as soon as I have finished this entry, I need to cum so badly!

Tuesday 21st July

This job is great. My mind is still buzzing from the day I have had. I want to masturbate so badly right now.

My new executive chair arrived this morning. It was a little different from what I had expected. It is basically a combination of chrome and leather-covered pads. It is such a wonderful chair, and shows how much Mr. Wilson is pleased with my work. After all I had not expected a chair with real leather, as even Mr. Wilson’s own chair is just covered in fabric.

The chair has many adjustment points. That way it can be set up perfectly for anyone no matter how tall or short, large or small. Mr. Wilson explained that this arrangement allowed the chair to be put into the most appropriate position for whatever task on which I was working at the moment.

Unlike normal posture chairs, which have one pad to kneel on and one to sit on, this has four. One pad if for each knee, which can be individually adjusted to whatever position is most comfortable, and a couple pads to support the buttocks.

I did not really understand why there were two pads for my buttocks, but Mr. Wilson showed how they could be easily adjusted to accommodate any shape and size of bottom, for comfort, so I guess it made sense. Honestly, it was actually quite comfortable once I got used to it.

Mr. Wilson helped me set up the chair. He placed the seat pads a few centimeters apart. I wondered why at first, and as I sat on it I could feel that my pussy was directly above the gap. Mr. Wilson told me that he thought I would appreciate it that way. After all, my testing required that I have access to my genitals, and this configuration allowed that while being the most comfortable on my bottom. So I suppose it was the best way to set up the chair. Besides, he made an oblique comment about the stain on my previous chair and I admit that this would mean that I could not stain the expensive leather fabric.

Mr. Wilson then helped me get my knees into position on the chair. I think he had accidentally configured it for a man. The knee pads were really quite wide apart, but not uncomfortably so, and they were raised somewhat so my hips rolled up too, in a sort of half-crouch position. I actually found that it drove my fantasies. I imagined that Mr. Wilson had done it on purpose so that my legs were wide open and my privates completely on display. That fantasy has stuck with me all day, and I do not think I will change the configuration. I like the thought that if he wanted to he could see me so open and exposed.

Anyway today there was not much I could do about the chair configuration, even if I had wanted to. The next items on the list to test were various bondage restraints.

Perhaps the most embarrassing was the ball gag. I have never been gagged before, and it has only been in the last few weeks since I first saw ball gags being used that I have begun to have fantasies about what it might be like to be gagged, to have my voice taken from me. Well I got to find out today. Mr. Wilson helped of course. After pushing the ball behind my teeth, he buckled its strap behind my head. My jaw took a while to get accustomed to being so stretched. However, the worse part of it was the way that I could not stop my drool.

Following the ball gag, Mr. Wilson took strap after strap and bound my body. My hands were fastened behind my back by leather cuffs. Mr. Wilson strapped my knees to the chair, making use of the chrome supports to ensure that I could not free myself. He explained that it was important that if I was to fully test the bondage that I must be immobilized. I could not complain since I was gagged and I am not sure I wanted to anyway. I was feeling so thrilled.

Mr. Wilson then took a harness of leather and strapped and fastened it around my body. I guess that he must have already read the instructions since I do not think that I could have worked out how it all went on my body, but Mr. Wilson had no difficulty.

In moments my torso was criss-crossed by leather straps, my breasts squeezed between them. They felt so sensitive and my nipples were rock hard. A fact that Mr. Wilson took advantage of, since another item that needed testing were some nipple clamps. Oh how they stung when he closed them on my poor nubs.

Finally, he produced a bondage hood. I had not seen that on the list of items to test so it was a bit of a surprise. Of course being bound and gagged, I could neither query Mr. Wilson nor prevent him from pulling it over my head. He fastened it to the slave collar which I was still wearing from yesterday.

I was left in complete darkness, the leather of the hood blocking out all light. In many respects it actually helped. It focused my mind, turning my thoughts inwards and allowing me to concentrate on my feelings so that I could fully feel my bondage. After all, I was testing it all and I needed to understand how it made me feel so that I could properly evaluate it, even if I found myself fantasizing and daydreaming about it at the same time. I suppose though that the submissive thoughts and fantasies swirling around my head just meant that the products were doing exactly what they were designed to do for our submissive customers.

I imagined what it would be like if Mr. Wilson teased my exposed pussy, fingering me while I was bound and helpless to stop him. My fantasy made me so hot. I wish he would stimulate my pussy in reality.

But then I heard him speak as he said that there were still more products to test today, particularly some vibrators. In moments I felt him position a vibrator at my spread open slit, and then he switched it on, sliding up and down my extremely sensitive flesh.

I quivered and moaned. Oh god it felt so good! He used the vibrator to stimulate me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm over and over, he never allowed me to crash over the edge. It felt absolutely wonderful to have my arousal manipulated so skillfully, just like in my fantasies. While he stimulated me, I let my mind wander to fantasy land.

I writhed and bucked in my bondage for what seemed like hours as fantasy after fantasy played through my mind. I imagined that Mr. Wilson was speaking to me, whispering in my ear as he manipulated my arousal. He told me what a wonderful, responsive slave I would make. Oh if only I could make my fantasies come true.

It was such a wonderful day, only broken by Mr. Wilson removing my hood and gag so that he could feed me some lunch. He spoon fed me, explaining that I had to stay bound so that I could properly test the products.

During the afternoon, my fantasies intensified. I imagined his hands all over my body, teasing me, paying particular attention to my swollen pussy, and my sensitive breasts. All the while he talked to me, whispering naughty thoughts into my ear.

In my fantasies, he was telling me that I was a slave, that I had to obey my betters and masters, that my body and mind were no longer my own.

My fantasies even seemed to blur with reality sometimes, I am almost certain that he really was whispering into my ear. Oh, just that possibility makes me feel excited!

I was in a complete state of intense horniness when Mr. Wilson finally began to remove my bonds. I was desperate to cum, but Mr. Wilson did not remove my gag right away. He said that he wanted me to feel the helplessness of being gagged.

My limbs were stiff from being bound so long and it took a while for me stretch and get feeling back into my body. Mr. Wilson had not removed the harness from me yet, nor the nipple clamps. I dreaded their removal since I had read that that was more painful than putting them on in the first place. Unfortunately I was right!

Mr. Wilson knew it too so he had me stand in front of him while he undid the nipple clamps. I had to clasp my hands behind my back and stand with my feet wide apart to steady myself. Then he told me that it I must not interfere as he took them off no matter how painful it might feel. This was so that I could properly feel what one of our customers might feel – she would not be allowed to stop her master from taking them off.

I could not help but imagine that I was just like a slavegirl under orders from her master and it certainly sent a delicious thrill through my body which was only enhanced, strangely, by the burning pain as the clamps came off one by one.

Then Mr. Wilson brought out a new device. He explained that it was a chastity belt and was used to control a submissive’s orgasms. He told me that by locking it around a girl’s waist that it would prevent her from masturbating. A constant reminder that her master controlled her completely.

Of course it needed to be tested, and he wanted me to try it out over night. He said that it was really something that had to be tested in the home environment. I guess that made sense, but I just could not concentrate, I needed to cum so badly. Of course Mr. Wilson did not realize my need, that I had been working myself into a frenzy all day with my fantasies. Since I was still gagged I could not explain it to him. I could not ask him for permission to cum. The thought of being locked into a chastity belt almost sent me over the edge.

I knew it would be terribly embarrassing to have to wear a chastity belt. What might happen if I had an accident and had to go to the hospital? I would be mortified.

However, the most embarrassing thing was when Mr. Wilson explained that for hygiene purposes I would need to have all my pubic hair removed first. I was surprised and a little frightened. While I do keep myself neatly trimmed down there, especially since I started wearing thongs, I have never considered removing my pubes completely. I have always thought it would be far too humiliating to be completely bare down there.

But with the gag in my mouth, I could not say anything to protest. I am ashamed to admit it, but part of me was glad I could not stop him. I think I wanted him to shave me, to strip away my pubic hair without me having a say in it. I am aware that these desires are really naughty but I am such a submissive slut.

Mr. Wilson had me sit in my chair, knees spread wide. He used the straps to bind me in that position once more so that I could not move and so cause myself an injury as he shaved me.

I felt completely humiliated and more aroused than ever. He started by trimming my hair as short and neat as possible. Then he lathered shaving cream all over my crotch. It felt both wonderful and terrible to have his soapy fingers sliding all over my most sensitive of flesh. Terrible because I knew what was coming.

All I could do was watch as he picked up a razor and began to stroke it through the white foam slowly denuding my mons. He worked the razor over my pubis and along my labia expertly and thankfully without nicking me. The worst was when he used his fingers to seek out any stubble. I almost had an orgasm when he accidentally brushed his thumb over my sensitive clitoris.

It was both extremely exciting and extremely humiliating, but I knew that it was necessary to do my job. I had to have my pubic hair removed so that I could properly test the chastity belt.

My mind was still pretty foggy from my arousal when he finished shaving and cleaning me off down there. So I did not protest when he brought out another product, a bottle of some liquid, coated his gloved hand with it and began applying it all over my crotch.

He explained that it was an antikeratin cream intendend to soak down into my skin and kill the root of hair follicles so they do not grow back for a few months. Had I known that in advance, I might have tried to stop him. But I was tied and gagged so there would not have been much I could have done anyway, and it is too late now regardless. I shivered in embarrassement and yet also thrilled with excitement to know that I will be perfectly smooth down there, for a such long time. Oh how humiliating!

When that was finished, I allowed him to place the chastity belt around my waist and loins. Naturally, he told me that he would keep the key. There is not much point in a chastity belt that I could to remove from myself, after all.

Finally, he removed my gag and told me that I was a very good girl and that he was very proud of me. That made me feel so much better. I am so pleased that my boss and mentor was happy with me.

Unfortunately, shaving me had caused him to get an erection. I am not surprised really. Anyway he needed relief. So I knelt and sucked his lovely dick until he shot his load in my mouth, which I immediately swallowed. Oh I wish I had been able to cum at the same time, but with the chastity belt of course I could not.

And so now I sit here at home writing this entry. I am naked except for the chastity belt and the slave collar—I am still wearing the collar from yesterday, having never asked him to take it off me. It just feels so right to wear it.

I have tried everything attempting to touch my clitoris, but the belt certainly lives up to its claims. I will definitely be giving this piece of equipment full marks for doing what its supposed to do, no matter how much it has frustrated me this evening.

God I am so desperate! I hope that Mr. Wilson unlocks the belt first thing tomorrow morning and lets me have an orgasm.

Friday 24th July

What a week.

Mr. Wilson is absolutely wonderful. He spent a lot of time with me to help me test everything. A lot of the products are designed to be used on a slave by her master. He is willing to play the role of master to my slave so that the products can be properly tested.

Mr. Wilson has had to learn to treat me like a slave so that I can properly understand how each item being tested is to be used by our customers. He is such a great man. I know that it is hard for him to play the role of a master, but he is quickly learning and does such a great job. It helps that I have fantasised so often about him in that role.

As for myself I have had to learn the right mind set. I had to place myself into the role of a submissive slavegirl to properly understand how our customers would feel about using the products. This has naturally fuelled my fantasies. I have been able to feel what the girls in the stories and videos I have studied must have felt. It has been so wonderful.

He has had me testing leashes with me crawling behind him and learning to heel on command. I have eaten my lunches from bowls on the floor. I have been hogtied, and had Mr. Wilson keep me on edge all the time I was helpless. I have worn all manner of gags, harnesses, and hoods.

It has been like a dream come true. I have been able to experience so many of my fantasies and also a few that I have never imagined would excite me. It seems that the more degrading the experience the more aroused I become. Mr. Wilson obviously has been very good about it. Even though he iss a novice at this he has picked it up all so quickly. It is like he knows exactly what to do to increase my arousal and to keep me on the edge of orgasm.

I found all of this so very very exciting! The only problem was that Mr. Wilson was not really my master, it was only work. But in my mind I could not help fantasizing that I was really a slave. Oh god how I would love to really have a master to dominate me and skillfully control my arousal.

Mr. Wilson had me wear the chastity belt each evening so that I only got to orgasm at work. The fact that I have been denied at night has actually turned into quite a thrill since I have been able to imagine that my master has full control over my mind and body.

That means I treasure every single orgasm granted to me. Mr. Wilson is so good about it. He can clearly see that testing the products arouses me and he has been willing to grant my requests. Of course, I can only beg for permission to cum when I am not testing a gag.

So my frustration and arousal have been rather high all week. Unfortunately my incredible arousal made me quite often distracted and caused me to make mistakes at times. That has meant that Mr. Wilson has had to punish me more frequently.

The first time was a spanking as usual, but this time I had my hands cuffed behind my back, my ankles were spread wide apart by a spreader bar and I was wearing a ring gag. This was the first time I was punished while in bondage and it certainly added an extra level of excitement. I really needed to cum during my spanking, but Mr. Wilson said I could not since I was being punished.

The second time Mr. Wilson decided that it was appropriate that I be punished with one of the products on my list to test. So he had me bound over the table and then used a paddle to smack my bottom. Oh it was so painful, but at the same time I knew he was putting me in my proper place and I felt so humble. I knew that I needed to be punished. My arousal was impacting my work and at least being paddled would help make up for that somewhat since I was actually testing the paddle by being punished with it.

Then the third time Mr. Wilson decided that I needed to be punished with a flogger. Of course he was completely justified in punishing me. I had been so bad and I really deserved it. I was very nervous about the flogger, but he was right that it needed to be tested and it was my responsibility to test it. At the time I was bound on my kneeling chair, knees wide apart and hands bound behind me. I was testing a penis gag so I could not speak.

I did expect him to unbind me so that I could bend over the table, but instead he just began swinging the flogger. I realized immediately that he intended to flog my breasts and I was horrified. I tried to tell him that I definitely did not want to be flogged but the gag silenced me and bound as I was there was nothing I could do to stop him. Deep down of course I knew I deserved to be punished and as my boss and in the role of my master he had the right to do it.

He slashed the flogger right across my breasts and I screamed into the gag. The pain was incredible, but I knew that I had done wrong and Mr. Wilson was right to punish me. He struck again and again. I just could not believe it. Sure, it was painful, but that was only part of it. Inside my mind I knew that this was what I needed to get back on track so in many ways the pain felt good, cathartic.

I had lately daydreamed more and more often about being whipped. Probably ever since Mr. Wilson paddled me. I have been online and watched a few videos that have concentrated on slaves being punished. A few have shown breast flogging. I do not know what draws me to those videos but they certainly capture my imagination.

So as Mr. Wilson brought the flogger down across my breasts, I found myself imagining the scenarios from those videos, and I could not help myself from getting more and more aroused. I know that I should not have, I was being punished and it was wrong for me to find it pleasurable. I could feel the slickness at my crotch and I prayed that Mr. Wilson would not notice the affect that my punishment was having on me.

Of course, he did. He is a very observant man. So my humiliation was complete when he leaned forward and ran his fingers through my wet and swollen labia. It is so thrilling when he touches me, and especially so now that I am shaven bare and smooth down there. Somehow I feel so much more sensitive. Perhaps it is the lingering effects of the enhancement gel.

My mind was buzzing and I cannot really remember everything that happened next, my fantasies and reality are just so jumbled up in my mind. Mr. Wilson whispered in my ear “Naughty slut, getting off on being flogged.” He had started to stroke me over and over, circling my aching clitoris. “Oh you like that don’t you? I think you’re just about ready for the next step. Before that though we need to finish your punishment, and I think we both know where the naughtiest part of you is.” He sounded pleased as he teased me, but of course that all must have been my wicked imagination placing me in my fantasies.

I was brought back to my senses though, when he swung the flogger again. Only this time it was not against my breasts. No, he angled it so that it swept up between my wide spread thighs and landed squarely on my pussy. The sensation was indescribable. My body immediately spasmed in shock and, I can hardly believe it even now, when he struck me a second time I orgasmed so hard. The orgasm gripped my body and I think I must have lost consciousness. It felt extremely intense.

I have not felt anything like that before, and I feel a little humiliated that it has affected me so much. I just know that I cannot give up these sensations. I dread when this project will be over, it will leave a hole that will be hard to fill. I just love the feeling that I get when I am treated like a slavegirl.

I mean even now, I am sitting here at home naked but for my chastity belt and collar and I cannot think of anything else other than the wonderful fantasies of being nothing but a horny slavegirl.

I wish I could masturbate. I am just so turned on right now. I wonder how I will feel come Monday morning.

Saturday 25th July

It is difficult to think on anything other than my poor trapped clitoris. I tried over and over again today to bring myself off, but to no avail.

I even got to the point of phoning poor Mr. Wilson to beg him to come and free me from the chastity belt. I promised him anything if he would let me have release, but he remained firm. He wants me to try it out for the full weekend.

He explained it all to me in person when he came around to comfort me this evening. He said that we had to be able to certify to our customers that it could be worn for so long without a break.

He was so sympathetic with me, telling me that he knew it was difficult on me, but that he was really proud of me. That really perked me up, knowing that my perseverance had pleased him really made me happy.

Mr. Wilson told me that he understood my fantasies and my arousal and he was extremely gracious to indulge me. He had brought along a few of the products from Penelope’s Pleasures and told me that he thought playing out a few of my fantasies would help me get through the weekend. What could I say, he is such a great and caring man, and I could not forgo the opportunity to feel the sweetness of submission.

So he spent a few hours training me as if I were a proper slavegirl. He told me that he had done some of his own research to help me with the project. Then he had me practicing over and over, I learned to always address him as ‘Sir’ and to follow his instructions no matter how humiliating they were. I crawled on my belly, knelt with my legs wide spread, offered my breasts to him to grope however he pleased, and even licked his shoes.

It was so wonderful. I felt like a real slavegirl. The only problem was that I could not cum. In that respect it had the opposite effect than he had planned. Yes, it kept me nice and occupied for a few hours but it did not stop me begging for an orgasm.

Mr. Wilson of course clearly found it exciting too, what red-blooded male would not? He could not disguise what effect it had on him, and so he made me kneel in front of him and give him a nice, long blow job.

It was the least I could do for him and I felt a wonderful thrill running through my body knowing that I was pleasuring him, even though it was a little ironic that he got to cum and I did not. I suppose though that it is only fair. After all, he was helping me out and there was no reason for him to suffer. I was a submissive slavegirl locked in a chastity belt to prevent me from cumming, and he was the master. He deserved an orgasm and I did not. Simple as that.

Lastly, before bed he had me write this entry.

Anyway, it was a wonderful evening. Mr. Wilson even told me that he would help me out by chaining me spread-eagled to the bed for the night so that I would not fidget at my belt trying to get it off. What a caring gentleman, I am not sure many would think ahead like that.

Sunday 26th July

He came and unchained me this morning, and of course I thanked him for being so considerate with a nice blow job. I am proud that I managed to deep throat him and he clearly appreciated it. Also, it seems that I am getting used to the taste and texture of his cum in my mouth. I actually enjoyed swallowing his whole load, even though there was no need since we were not in his office.

Like yesterday, Mr. Wilson kindly continued my slave training all today too. I am getting really good now at following his instructions and he told me he was really pleased and proud of me. Oh that made me feel so wonderful to know that I was doing so well with my training and especially that he was pleased with the progress I had made.

I have to be chained to my bed again at night. I just do not know how I would survive the night otherwise. I am so so desperate to cum, I would do anything. My arousal has me almost in a delerious haze. In many ways though, knowing that I will be safely bound to the bed and at Mr. Wilson’s mercy has calmed me down.

It feels so good to have given up control today, it took away all my guilt and all my worries. All I had to do was what Mr. Wilson told me to do. In many ways I felt more free than ever.