The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dave Smith gazed out over the sparkling waters of the bay from the balcony outside his thirty-first floor office. Life was great. He had a very unique gift—the ability to control the minds of women—which had helped make him a very wealthy man over the years. He owned a twenty-five hundred square foot luxury condo in one of the most exclusive buildings in the metro area, right on the bay, just a few blocks from his office.

He had about ten million dollars invested in the stock market, and nearly a hundred rental properties throughout the country that earned him a little over a hundred grand a month, after expenses. His investments were managed by a Wharton graduate. She wasn’t super attractive, but she was very good, which was more important when it came to his money. He also owned several high-end luxury cars, a yacht, and a small adult-orientated production company.

A few months ago he had ran across Doctor Katherine Parker at an upscale nightclub. After chatting with the good doctor a while, he got the idea to join her in her work. Katherine, or Kitty Kat, as he called her now, was a psychiatrist with a lucrative practice listening to rich people whine about their problems.

It wasn’t too much trouble for Dave to convince Kitty Kat to let him take a few of her clients. He even came up with a couple of fake diplomas to display on his office wall.

Of course he didn’t try to treat anyone with an actual mental illness. He just had Kitty Kat give him some of her more attractive female clients with lesser problems. He repaid her by convincing her to spend more time in the gym, and dress quite a bit more sexy. These days she happily wore tight tops, miniskirts, and high heels to the office, and even less away from it. Her male clients seemed to appreciate that quite a bit.

Dave also greatly increased her clientele by having all of his patients enthusiastically recommend the practice to their rich friends. Ironically, he had discovered he was practically a miracle worker when it came to stuff like getting women to lose weight. He was able to make them focus completely, even to the point of obsession, on giving it their all in the gym on a daily basis, and eating only the healthiest of foods until they hit their ideal weight.

“Doctor Smith, Mrs. White is here to see you,” his assistant’s cheerful voice said over the intercom.

His personal assistant was also his valet, maid, and whatever else he needed her to do, including frequent sex. She had been a college student he had found on the beach about ten months ago. She looked fantastic in a bikini, and even better out of it—especially with the double-D implants he had gotten her. Like Doctor Parker, she favored tight tops, tiny minis, and towering stiletto heels at work—and away from it. She was also an expert cock sucker.

“Thank you Mandi,” he answered. “You can send her in.”

“Yes Doctor Smith,” she replied obediently.

Dave rose from behind his desk, and greeted his client between the black leather couches he used to treat his patients. Megan White was in her mid-thirties, with chin-length brown hair cut in the latest style. She was a few pounds overweight, but hid it well underneath her designer suit and heels. She was a marketing planner or something, and was paying three hundred dollars an hour for his services.

Doctor Parker had originally quoted her a price of one-fifty an hour. After Mrs. White’s first session with her though, Kitty Kat had transferred her to him. After Mrs. White’s first session with him, she agreed pay more for the privilege of letting him make her into a better woman. Most of Doctor Parker’s clients paid around one hundred to one-fifty an hour, while he charged around two-fifty to three hundred, depending on how much they could pay, and how much he liked them to start with. He didn’t let a few measly dollars get in the way of a making a few adjustments to a woman, though.

“Mrs. White,” Dave said, shaking her manicured hand.

“Doctor Smith,” she answered.

They settled down onto the couches, with the coffee table between them. Dave glanced at his notes, which were on an iPad. This was Megan’s third visit with him. She was looking for help with stress, mostly from work. The last two weeks he had given her a few tips; now he wanted to see how they were working out.

Normally Dave saw a client for an hour or so on the first visit. That was always plenty of time to get into their head and take control of their mind. After that he would only see them for fifteen or twenty minutes a session to see how the changes he had made were going, and make any more he wanted.

Of course he would still charge them for the full hour, which they didn’t mind, not that they had any choice in the matter. Some days he managed to bill six or seven hours worth of work, even though he was never in the office before nine, and most days he was gone by two.

Every single woman that found her way onto his couch left a little closer to what he thought a woman should be. Virtually all began spending more time in the gym, and on their appearance in general. They always became more accommodating towards the men in their lives, and Doctor Smith himself. If they didn’t have a man, finding one quickly became an obsession. Actually finding a different man on a regular basis usually became an obsession.

“So Megan, have you been doing what I’ve suggested when you feel stressed at work?” Dave asked her.

“Um, yes, Doctor,” she answered, somewhat embarrassingly.

The marketing planner had certainly dressed more eye-pleasing today. Her Gucci mini stopped several inches above her knees, and her top displayed a bit of her modest breasts. Her Prada heels looked at least three-and-a-half inches high.

“And how did it go?” he asked her, eyeing her stockinged legs. She had been pretty bitchy when he’d first met her, so he’d given her a bit harsher set of instructions than he gave most women the first time.

“I gave eight blow jobs to six different coworkers since last week,” she explained, looking down in shame.

Dave smiled. That was more than one a day, and to six men. She was well on her way to being the office slut, if she wasn’t already. Now he had to push her along.

“Good. Now I want you to keep flirting with all the men in your office. Let them know that you’d be happy to give them a quick suck anytime during the workday. It doesn’t matter if they’re married or not. All they have to do is ask.”

Megan looked up in shock, then silently nodded her head in obedience.

“And start dressing more like a slut. Does your office have a dress code?”

She numbly nodded her head in consent.

Dave rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Dress as sexy as you can without breaking it. Make your boss tell you when you’ve gone too far. Only wear skirts, no longer than mid-thigh. Your tops should be tight too.”

Megan squeezed the armrest as she nodded her head again.

“All your shoes should have at least five inch heels. Practice in them as much as you can until you’re walking a like a pro. Then move up to six inchers. Go online to get tips on how to walk like a stripper on the prowl.”

“Yes Doctor,” the marketing planner replied.

Dave thought about having her spend more time in the gym, to look better for the men in her life, but decided that could wait until next week. Sometimes when he tried to do too much at once some stuff didn’t stick right.

“Now, get out of here, and get yourself some real shoes. Confirm your next appointment with Mandi on the way out,” he instructed her.

“Yes Doctor, thank you,” Megan White answered, rising to her feet.

Recently Dave had run into a city councilwoman and a city auditor at a local restaurant. After chatting with the two ladies a bit, he decided that he and Kitty Kat would offer the city discounted counseling services. While Dave didn’t really care one way or the other about city bureaucrats, he did like women in uniform. Doctor Parker could deal with the city employees with real problems, while he would get to have some fun with the city’s policewomen and any other sexy civil servants.

Today Dave was seeing a female police officer who had shot some drug dealer in the line of duty. She couldn’t return to work until he or Doctor Parker signed off on her mental well-being. Kitty Kat had already decided she was okay to go back to work, but he had left standing orders to see all policewomen that came into the office.

Officer Kayla Miller was twenty six years old, and looked to be about five-seven, and around a hundred and thirty-five pounds or so, with short reddish hair. She was wearing a simple dressy pants-suit, with boring flats. Her badge was partially visible on her left hip, along with her gun in its holster on her right.

“So Officer Miller, I understand you had to use your firearm in the line of duty,” he began once they had settled down. “Do you want to talk about that a bit?”

She frowned slight before replying. “I already talked about this with Doctor Parker,” she said impatiently.

“I’m very sorry,” he replied placatingly. “She’s been a bit under the weather, and I’ve taken several of her patients for a couple of days,” he explained. “I’m just trying to get up to speed.”

That was a lie. Doctor Parker was in her office seeing someone at the moment, but Officer Miller didn’t need to know that, or why she was really seeing him now.

She let out a sigh. “My partners and I were conducting a stop-and-frisk on a drug corner. One of the dealers took off. I chased him and he pulled a gun on me, so I shot him,” she explained calmly.

“And how does that make you feel?” he asked, nodding his head in understanding and pretending to write notes. He had gotten pretty good at sounding like a real therapist, if he did say so himself.

Dave wasn’t really interested in what happened. The city had already decided it was good shooting, and he had no sympathy for someone that would shoot at a cop over a drug bust, especially one so cute. He was just letting her talk while he worked his way into her mind.

Kayla shrugged her shoulders. “He shouldn’t have pulled the gun,” she answered. “I’m fine with it.”

“Well, what made you decide to be a police officer?” he asked, playing for time so he could implant some suggestions in her mind.

She smiled a bit. “My whole family is pretty much in police work. I’m a third-generation officer. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“Impressive. How long have you been on the force?”

“Four years. Right out of college,” she responded with a nod.

“Well, what sort of police work are you doing these days?”

“Mostly patrol, but I’m on the city’s anti-drug task force. Interdictions, undercover buys, sells, stuff like that,” she explained.

Dave let her talk for quite a bit, prodding her as necessary. Meanwhile, he was deciding just want to do with her. He could always have her bring him some marijuana. While he did enjoy smoking pot every now and then, he didn’t do it very often, as drugs made it harder for him to influence women’s minds, which was far more rewarding than merely getting high. Besides, he didn’t want to completely destroy her career, at least not immediately. Finally he realized what she could do for him, and he felt confident he could control her mind enough to make her do it.

“By the way, Officer Miller, do you have your handcuffs with you today?”

“Yes,” she answered, obviously confused.

“Good. I want you to give me the keys to them,” he instructed her, exerting a little pressure with his mind.

“Okay,” Kayla replied warily, reaching into her pocket and sliding her keys, across the coffee table to him.

He smiled as he picked them up, and set them on his chair’s armrest, well out of her reach. “Thank you. Now take out your handcuffs, and cuff yourself behind your back.”

She stared at him a moment. “O-kay,” she finally responded, leaning forward and reaching for the small of her back.

A moment later she had pulled out a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Dave smiled as she snapped one cuff around her left wrist. He loved seeing women in handcuffs. Then she put her hands behind her back, and he heard the other cuff ratchet closed. Watching a sexy cop cuffing herself was always fun.

“Stand up and let me get a good look,” Dave told her.

Officer Miller hesitated barely a moment, then silently stood up, and turned away from him, displaying her cuffed wrists.

“Very nice,” he commented as he leaned forward, and tightened both cuffs a few clicks. Dave was now more than satisfied of his control over her.

“Let me see your phone,” he said, reaching out and taking it out of its case on her belt without waiting for her to answer. “Now, sit back down,” he added, once he had the smartphone.

The cuffed policewomen obeyed, still obviously confused by her behavior.

Dave swiped his finger across the screen, and a request for a code immediately appeared.

“What’s your password?”

Officer Miller took a deep breath, obvious reluctant to divulge the information. Finally she gave in.

“One-Four-Seven-Two.”

He keyed the sequence in, and the phone’s homescreen appeared. “Why that number?”

“It’s my badge number,” she responded.

Dave admired her cuffed wrists a couple of seconds, then hit the intercom built into the coffee table, and told his assistant to join them. She appeared a moment later.

When Dave took over Kitty Kat’s practice, he implemented a sort of dress code for her, her assistant Shannon, and Mandi, who he brought in as his assistant.

Mandi was wearing a tiny black pinstriped minidress, with a short matching jacket over it to make it just barely acceptable for an office. The top part of the minidress was a tight fitting corset with a half-cup bra. Even with the jacket her double-D tits were presented like a pair of melons. Without it her nipples almost popped out.

Mirror black pumps with six-inch heels were on her feet. Her black stockings were held up with a matching garter belt, which was her only underwear. A half-dozen bangle bracelets, alternating in black and silver, were on right wrist, and two were on her left, along with a silver cuff-style smart watch.

“Mandi, put my number and information in Officer Miller’s phone,” he told her, passing it to her.

“Yes Doctor,” the twenty-one year old blonde replied cheerfully.

Then Dave remembered his patient’s keys, including the key to her handcuffs, sitting on his armrest. “And hold on to her keys,” he added, handing the keys to his sexy young assistant.

“Of course, Doctor,” Mandi answered cheerfully, glancing at Officer Miller sitting meekly with her hands behind her back.

Dave was pretty sure Mandi knew she was handcuffed. She was very aware how much he loved women in bondage.

He glanced from Mandi to Officer Miller, who was eyeing her keys and phone with obvious concern. “What was the password to your phone again, in case Mandi needs it?” he asked her.

“One-Four-Seven-Two,” Kayla provided obediently.

Mandi nodded her head, glanced at Doctor Smith to see if he had anything else for her, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Dave knew that besides his phone number, Mandi would install some very cutting-edge spyware onto Officer Miller’s phone. That would allow him to monitor all of her calls, texts, and internet usage, as well as track her location. He had acquired the software from a couple of extremely gifted programmers he knew.

His main programmer and hacker was a guy, but Dave had convinced him to provide him the latest software he needed for a regular visit from Paige, his driver, and Nicole, a woman he used for sex with other men. Paige brought him a few hundred in cash a week, and Nicole entertained him an hour or so before they returned with the newest updates.

Dave’s other programmer was an overweight woman that worked for the NSA. He was a lot more careful about what he got from her. He definitely didn’t want the government involved in his affairs. Still, she made sure his computer software stayed at least close to what the government had. She also would tip him off if the government started taking an interest in anything he was doing.

Once Mandi left, Dave turned his attention back to the sexy looking cuffed policewomen across from him.

“You look fantastic in those cuffs,” he told her with a wide grin

“Tha—thanks,” she replied nervously.

“You ever wear them off duty? For fun?”

“No!” she answered quickly. “Well, once.”

“Really? Tell me about it,” Dave instructed her.

“It was right after I joined the force. I went out with a guy a few times and he wanted to handcuff me. I let him—once,” she explained.

“In front or behind your back?” he asked.

“In front.”

“And what did you do while those cuffs were locked around your cute wrists?”

“We had sex,” she replied meekly.

“So why did this only happen one time?”

“I broke up with him afterwards,” she told him.

Dave shook his head. Typical. “Well, from now on you love the feeling steel around your wrists. You can’t get enough of it.” He paused long enough to push that desire into her mind, then asked, “How many pairs of cuffs do you have?”

“Um, two,” she responded. “The ones they issued me.”

“Buy some more. Start a collection. Get yourself some hinged cuffs, rigid cuffs, all kinds. At least a dozen pairs. Start with two pairs of pink cuffs to carry on duty, understand?”

“Okay,” she answered with a simple nod.

“You need to spend as much of your off duty time as possible in handcuffs,” he told her.

“Okay,” she repeated, nodding again.

Dave had a few more ideas, but he didn’t want to push things too far the first day. He glanced at his watch, and decided Mandi should be finished installing his software on Kayla’s phone.

“Good,” Dave told her with a nod. “Call me when you have the pink cuffs, so you can come show them off for me.”

“Okay,” Kayla replied, climbing to her feet. “What about these?” she asked, turning and displaying her cuffed wrists.

While Dave always carried a cuff key, he didn’t reach for it. Instead he leaned forward, and hit the intercom again.

“Mandi, are you finished with that last thing?” he asked his assistant.

“Yes Doctor,” he answered promptly.

“Good. Bring Officer Miller’s things in here.”

“Yes Doctor.”

A few seconds later Mandi appeared, carrying Kayla’s cell phone and keys.

“Mandi, please uncuff Officer Miller for us,” Dave instructed her.

“Of course, Doctor Smith,” she replied cheerfully, setting the cell phone on the couch next to her.

Kayla obligingly stood up, obviously embarrassed, and turned away from her.

“Leave both cuffs on one wrist,” Dave told her as she inserted the key.

Mandi smiled at him as she uncuffed her right wrist, then quickly snapped that cuff around the Officer’s left wrist.

“Um, so I’m not cleared to return to duty?” Kayla asked, self-consciously adjusting the cuffs.

“Sorry,” he answered truthfully. “It had slipped my mind. Mandi will give you the form on the way out. It’s already been signed.”

“Thank you Doctor Smith,” Officer Miller told him as she headed towards the door, still fiddling with the cuffs on her left wrist.

Dave watched Officer Kayla Miller walk towards the door a few heartbeats. He was definitely looking forward to having some fun with her, but his eyes couldn’t help but move over to Mandi’s gorgeous ass as she strutted out of his office on her six heels. He hadn’t told Kayla how long to leave the cuffs on. He was curious how long she’d keep them on herself.

Dave gave Officer Miller enough time to retrieve her letter of release and leave, then summoned Mandi back into his office.

“Yes, Doctor Smith?” she asked as she strutted into his office on her six inch heels.

“I believe I’m going have a lot of a fun with Officer Kayla Miller,” he commented as he sat down behind his desk.

“Great, Sir,” Mandi replied cheerfully, taking off her tight jacket and laying it over the back of the couch.

Dave leaned back in his chair as she strutted around his desk. Then, without being told, she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. A few moments later, her luscious lips were wrapped around his rapidly-hardening cock. He spread his legs a bit to give her better access. There weren’t many things in life better than a slow, relaxing blow job from a sexy woman.

Nearly ten minutes later, Mandi knew to take her time on his late morning blow job, Dave let out a grunt, and came into her velvety mouth. She quickly licked him clean, then zipped him back up.

“Anything else, Sir?” Mandi asked as she effortlessly climbed to her feet.

“Have Paige bring the car around front,” he told her. “I believe we’ll have an early lunch today.”

“Of course, Sir,” she responded with a smile.

Paige had been a U. S. Marshal when he had run across her a couple of years ago. Now she served as his driver, bodyguard, and anything else he needed her for, including sex. She wasn’t quite as attractive as Mandi, but she was very good at her job, which was more important than mere looks. She also had implants to bring her tits up to a nice firm D size. Hers looked fantastic on her toned, athletic body. She was extremely protective, and would do anything for him, even if it meant she spent the rest of her life in prison, or died.

A few moments later, Mandi’s voice came over the intercom. “Doctor Smith, Shannon says that Doctor Parker needs to speak to you. She is with a patient, but she should be done in a few minutes,” Mandi explained.

Normally Dave would never let one of his girls make him wait even a minute, but if Kitty Kat said she needed to speak to him, then it was probably something important. He could always spank her if it wasn’t. Or even if it was. He hadn’t spanked her in a while anyway.

“All right,” he replied. “Let Paige know I’ll be delayed a bit.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Mandi answered promptly.

Unfortunately a few minutes became closer to ten before Doctor Parker finally finished with her patient.

“I’m so sorry, Doctor Smith,” Kitty Kat assured him as she strutted into his office on her stiletto heels. “That went on longer than I thought it would.”

While Mandi and Shannon had to wear clothes that were far more sexy than professional every day, Doctor Parker had a bit more leeway. She definitely couldn’t wear the boring pantsuits she had favored before he took over, but her skirts weren’t quite as short as theirs, and her tops usually weren’t quite as revealing. She still wore at least five inch heels though.

Today she was wearing a light blue skirt and top, with matching heels that had a small platform. Her stockings were white, as was the corset he could see a bit of underneath her top. The skirt stopped a few inches above her knees, while the top was almost a jacket, with sleeves that came to right above her elbows. She had the same wide cuff-style stainless steel watch on her left wrist that Mandi and Shannon wore, and a pair of elegant bangle bracelets on her right.

“I assume you’ve interrupted my lunch plans for something important, Kitty Kat?” he replied sternly.

When Dave he’d first met her, it was obvious she was confident and in control of her life. He had quickly changed that. Seeing her so anxious and apprehensive all the time was a turn on. He mostly left her alone when it came to her patients, and when he allowed her free time, but she had to ask his permission for practically everything else in her life now.

“Yes, Doctor Smith,” she responded, obviously nervous at the idea he might disagree. “May I sit down?” she asked, pausing next to the chair in front of his desk.

“I suppose so,” he told her, with the air of someone granting a significant concession. He pointedly glanced at the Rolex on his wrist. “But this had better be good.”

“Yes, Doctor Smith,” she repeated with an affirmative nod. She took a breath, then began.

“You see, the practice has really picked up since you’ve taken over. I’m booked through next month, and Shannon is fielding calls all day from people trying to make appointments. I’ve basically had to stopping accepting any new patients, but they keep calling. So what I was thinking was, maybe we should add another partner,” she explained.

Dave considered that a few seconds. While he really didn’t have a problem with expanding the practice, there were only so many women he could control at once. Most of the women he improved he only made minor changes to, but for the women he kept close, he was constantly tweaking and reinforcing things. Before he could respond though, she spoke again.

“I’ve got a friend I graduated from medical school with,” Kitty Kat said, pulling out her cell phone. “She’s practicing up north, but I’m sure you could talk her into moving here and working for you,” she said, tapping the screen and holding it out towards him. “That’s a picture of her from when I went up to visit her last fall.”

Dave looked at the picture on the phone. It showed a woman close to forty with black hair down to her shoulders sitting in a restaurant. She was definitely attractive for a woman her age, at least what he could see of her. Her tits weren’t quite as big as he liked them, though.

“What’s her name?” he asked as he examined the picture.

“Naomi Felton, Doctor,” Kitty Kat answered promptly. “As you can see, she’s quite beautiful.”

“Get her down here, and let me meet her,” he told her. “Then I’ll decide what to do with her.”

“Yes Doctor,” she answered, putting her phone away. “Thank you.”

Dave definitely liked the idea of Kitty Kat bringing her friends to him.

“By the way, when was the last time I spanked your ass?” he asked her casually.

“Um, last Friday, Doctor,” she answered warily.

Dave knew she hated getting spanked. She was a doctor, not a misbehaving child, never mind the fact that she was strongly opposed to corporal punishment. Of course, that made it all the more enjoyable for him.

“So that means you’re due,” he said, standing up.

“Um, I have a patient that should be here in a few minutes, Doctor,” she protested. “She might already be waiting.”

“Remind me to spank you later then,” he instructed her.

“Yes, Doctor Smith,” she replied obediently.

The following day . . .

“Doctor Smith, Officer Miller called, and said that she had the handcuffs you told her to buy,” Mandi said over the intercom.

“Get her back on the line,” Dave replied. “I want to talk to her.”

Dave had just finished with his first client after lunch, which was also his last one of the day. He was a bit surprised Kayla had gotten the cuffs so fast. He figured she would put if off a day or two.

“Hello Doctor Smith, I have the handcuffs you wanted me to get,” Officer Miller told him over the phone a minute later.

“Good girl. How long until you can be at my office?” he asked her.

“I’m on duty, but I can be there in about twenty minutes,” she answered.

“I’ll be waiting,” he told her.

When Officer Miller arrived, Dave had Mandi immediately show her in. He was pleasantly surprised that Kayla was wearing her full patrol uniform.

“I must say, Officer Miller, you look fantastic in that uniform,” he told her with an admiring smile.

“Thanks,” she answered, obviously a bit embarrassed.

“I love women in uniform,” he said, eyeing her. “Anybody ever tell you how sexy you look in yours?”

“Yeah,” she admitted.

Dave nodded his head in agreement. “So let me see these handcuffs you bought for yourself.”

Kayla reached behind her, pulled two pairs of handcuffs off her belt, and held them up for him. They were bright pink, and looked like they were covered in plastic. Dave recognized them as ASP brand cuffs, one of his favorites.

He took both pairs from her, then had her turn around and put her hands behind her back. Then he quickly snapped both sets of cuffs around her wrists. Next he pulled out his cell phone, and—over her protests that he quickly silenced—took some pictures while he had her pose for him.

“That’s real sexy,” he commented as he took the pictures. “How long did you leave your cuffs on when you left my office yesterday?”

“Until I got back to my precinct,” she answered. “About fifteen minutes.”

“Good girl,” he responded. “And after work, how long did you cuff yourself for last night?”

“Um, pretty much all night, Doctor,” she answered. “Except when I took a shower.”

Dave was impressed. That was quite a while to be cuffed for a woman just discovering her love of bondage.

“You slept in them all night?” he asked her.

“Yes, Doctor,” she replied with a nod.

“You didn’t take them off for a few minutes even to fix yourself some dinner?”

“No,” she responded.

“So other than when you took a shower, you spent from the time you got home from work until you got dressed for work this morning with your hands cuffed together?” he prodded, still taking pictures.

“Well, no, Doctor,” she admitted.

“Explain,” he told her.

“My wrists weren’t cuffed together all night. They were at first, but after a while I put both cuffs from one set around one wrist, and both cuffs from the other set around my other wrist,” she explained. “Like they were when I left. That’s how I spent most of the night.”

Dave looked up from his cell phone screen. “That’s cheating, Officer Miller,” he chided her with mock seriousness. “You want to wear handcuffs like they are supposed to be worn. If you absolutely can’t, then it’s okay to wear them like you did last night, but you love having your wrists cuffed together.”

“Yes Doctor,” the cuffed policewoman answered obediently, if a bit hesitantly.

Dave took as few extra moments to impress her new desires into her mind, to make sure they took hold. Since he was really just clarifying what he had done yesterday, it was a bit easier.

“When your wrists are cuffed together, you get aroused,” he told her.

“Yes, Doctor,” she replied with a nod.

“Good, now let me get a couple of shots with your phone,” he said, leaning forward and taking it off her belt.

Kayla seemed like she was about to protest, but remained silent. Dave had her pose looking back over her shoulder, and took a picture with both her face and cuffed wrists clearly visible. He set that one as the background on her phone. A close up shot of just her ass, gun belt, and cuffed wrists became the wake-up screen. He told her not to change either of them without his permission.

“Every week when you come to your appointment, I want you to bring me at least two new pairs of handcuffs,” he instructed her as he put her phone back on her belt. “And they should be identical pairs. And get yourself some leg irons to wear at home. Two pairs. Matching.”

“Yes Doctor,” she responded.

“Good. Go ask Mandi to uncuff you, then get back to work or whatever you were doing,” he told her, reaching out and lightly spanking her ass. “And make sure you don’t miss next week’s appointment.”

Kayla paused a moment, then said she would, and went out into his waiting room.

While Dave enjoyed making women love bondage, he wanted to do something more with Officer Miller. He didn’t want to push things too far too fast though. He had briefly thought about turning her into a slut that fucked all of the other cops, but he had women screw their coworkers all the time, and the marketing planner chick was doing that at the moment. On the other hand, just making her love bondage was a bit . . . bland for a sexy policewoman.

“So Mrs. White, how’s work going?” Dave asked her as she settled down on his couch.

“Work is. . . okay, Doctor,” she replied a bit nervously.

“Do you want to talk about that some?” he prodded her.

“Um, sure, Doctor Smith,” she began.

Dave really didn’t care very much how work was going for her. He mostly tuned her out as she droned on, just noting that she had given twenty-three blow jobs to eleven different men.

Megan was dressing more like the eye-candy she was meant to be. Her skirt was just below mid-thigh, and her heels looked about five-and-a-half inches. Even her top flashed a bit of her tits.

“Has your manager talked to you about the way you dress?” he asked her.

“Well, he tried to, but I offered him a blow job, and he hasn’t mentioned it since,” she replied with a sheepish smile.

Dave couldn’t help but smile as well. That was a boss.

“What about your work? Has that become a problem?” Dave assumed her productivity had went down since she spent all day giving blow jobs to her coworkers.

Megan gave another embarrassed grin. “Actually, everyone is happy to help me out with that. Mister Rodriguez, my supervisor, said I was doing great.” She paused a moment, then added. “Although that was while I was sucking him off.”

“I see,” Dave answered with a nod. That was a bit a of a surprise. He had expected her to be on her way to getting fired by now. I guess she can suck her way to the top, he thought. “Well, keep up the good work, then,” he told her.

“I will, Doctor,” she responded.

“Make sure you keep dressing to turn on your coworkers, and especially Mister Rodriguez. Maybe you should spend some more time in the gym as well. That helps stress.”

“I will, Doctor,” she repeated, nodding her head obediently.

“I think that’s about it for this week,” he told her. “See Mandi on the way out, and confirm your next appointment.”

“Yes Doctor. Thank you,” she replied as she stood up.

Dave got up and walked her to the door, like a good therapist should—at least that’s what Kitty Kat said. He was busy admiring what Megan’s heels did to her ass as she walked though.

A couple of days later...

“Hello,” Kayla Miller’s voice greeted him over the cell phone.

“Officer Miller, doing okay?” Dave replied cheerfully.

“Yeah, thanks,” she answered. “Um, what’s up? I’m on duty right now.”

“Doing what?”

“I’m following a drug dealer,” she told him after a few heartbeats.

“I see...” he began, only to trail off.

Dave had learned from experience that his abilities were limited when he wasn’t close to someone, unless he’d spent considerable time conditioning them beforehand. Since he didn’t want Officer Miller to do anything like strip naked in public, he wasn’t worried though. He definitely didn’t want to interfere with her work; at least not directly.

“When do you get off?” he asked her.

“Should be four, but whenever we finish with this,” she explained.

“Great. Call me when you do. I want to see you tonight,” he told her.

“Um, okay,” she responded, obviously hesitant.

Dave watched Officer Miller make her way across the main floor of one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. He was currently in a VIP booth on the second floor, along with Mandi, Paige, Nicole, and Shannon, Doctor Parker’s assistant. Kitty Kat off was spending some time with her Doctor friend Naomi who had come down to visit.

A couple of minutes later Officer Miller finally made it up to the booth. She was wearing a black dress that came to a little above her knees, and matching calf boots with a low heel. The outfit wasn’t bad, but far too conservative for his tastes. His other four girls’ outfits were tight and sexy, even for the standards of a trendy club. Kayla was also wearing some jewelry, including a bracelet on her right wrist, and her watch on her left. His other four girls’ were all wearing various stacks of bracelets, big earrings, and matching black leather collars covered with rhinestones.

“Hey Kayla,” Dave said as she sat down on the end of the couch. “Glad you could make it.”

“What do you want?” she demanded.

“For you to enjoy yourself a bit,” Dave answered with a friendly smile, keeping his mental touch on her light.

Kayla opened her mouth to respond, then sighed. “Okay,” she finally replied.

“Good. Why don’t you have a drink,” Dave told her, gesturing towards Shannon, who had just poured a glass from the wine bottle at the table.

Kayla mumbled a thanks as she accepted the glass, then took a swallow.

“You got some of your cuffs?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she responded, glancing towards her purse.

“Well put them on,” he suggested cheerfully.

“Now?” she asked, glancing around the crowded club.

“Of course. I doubt anyone will even notice,” Dave replied with a friendly smile.

“O-okay.”

Kayla set down her drink and opened her purse. A moment later she pulled out a pair of silver chain-style cuffs. Dave recognized them as Peerless cuffs.

“In front,” he added as she snapped one cuff around her left wrist.

She nodded her head in acknowledgment, and quickly ratcheted the second cuff around her right wrist.

“Lovely,” he commented with a broad smile. “You look great in handcuffs.”

“Thanks,” she answered, obviously a bit uncomfortable with the subject.

“Do they feel good on you?” he probed.

“Yeah.”

“Great, I’m glad.” He loved sexy women that loved bondage.

“By the way, you got a boyfriend to cuff you?” he asked her.

“No, not really,” she answered warily.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m dating someone, but we’re not serious. We didn’t do anything like that anyway.”

“Well, since he’s not cuffing you like you need, break it off with him, tonight. Tell him whatever you want, but don’t mention me, and I mean to anyone.”

“Okay,” she replied.

“Have you told anyone about me?” Dave asked her.

“Um, not really,” Kayla answered.

“Keep it that way. If anyone asks, you’re seeing me for personal reasons. If they keep asking, make sure you let me know.”

“Yes Doctor.”

“You will never tell anyone that I’ve made you do anything, understand?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“I mean that, Kayla. Never mention anything we discuss to anyone.”

“Yes Doctor,” she repeated.

“Good. Now, since you like to spend your evenings in handcuffs, and you need more money to pay for your visits with me, I have a solution.”

“Pay for my visits?” she asked in confusion.

“Yes. Since you’re cleared for duty, I can’t very well charge the good taxpayers for you to come visit me twice a week. It would be unethical.”

Dave was very amused at the irony of mentioning ethics considering what all he was forcing her to do, and the fact that he was going to profit from it.

“Um, okay.”

“So you’ll start doing webcam shows a couple of hours a night to make some extra cash,” he told her, using his mental powers to enforce the suggestion.

“Webcam shows?” she asked in obvious dread.

“Yes. You’re going to get in front of your webcam, naked or in some sort of sexy outfit, and entertain whatever audience you can get. You’ll be handcuffed for most of it, that will sort of be your trademark, but pretty much whatever your audience wants you to do during the show, you’ll do it, as long as it’s not dangerous to anyone.”

Kayla was speechless, but Dave knew she understood.

“Feel free to keep things confined to your webcam though,” he added. “You don’t have to meet any of them or give them your address or anything like that.”

Dave knew from experience he had to be specific with a lot of his instructions. If he told her to do anything her audience wanted, she would. He didn’t want her seriously hurt, or anything.

“But I’ll get fired if my department finds out,” she complained.

Dave didn’t want to end her career, at least not yet. A big part of the reason he was doing this was that she was a cop.

“You can wear a mask or whatever if you want, but you probably won’t make as much money,” he told her. “It’s up to you.”

“Okay,” she replied.

“Mandi will send you the information for the company you’ll be working for. Do whatever they tell you to do. You’ll owe me five-hundred a week, so you need to make a lot of money,” he informed her.

“Okay,” she repeated.

Dave actually owned the production company, although he didn’t run it. A lot of the women he encountered ended up doing porn of some sort anyway, so it was a sensible business move.

“You really want to do kinky webcam shows,” he told her impressing the desire into her mind. “Masturbating for strangers on the internet has always excited you. When you call your new bosses, make sure you tell them that, okay?”

Most of the women he had do webcam shows did it for minimum wage, while he made a huge profit off them. It was a brilliant business plan. He’d let Kayla keep whatever she earned over five-hundred a week though, after his company took twenty-percent off the top. Maybe twenty-five...

“Yeah,” she agreed, her face suddenly flushed with newfound desire.

“We need to do something about your clothes as well, especially for your new side job,” Dave said, changing the subject. “Mandi, what’s the name of that store my girls shop at?”

“Platformz?” Mandi answered questioningly.

“That’s the place,” he confirmed, turning his attention back to Officer Miller.

“You’ll stop by Platformz tomorrow. It’s on Downing Street. Just tell them you want some sexy clothes, especially for your webcam shows. When you’re on cam, and at home, you’ll only wear clothes from there, and that includes your shoes and underwear. You can still wear some of your sexier items you already have in case you have to spend time with your cop buddies, but you don’t want to hang out with them anymore. You want to be naked and cuffed for your audience every night. Throw out all of your old underwear, and only wear stuff from Platformz, even at work though, understand?”

“Yeah,” Kayla agreed with a nod, taking another swallow of her wine with her cuffed hands.

“Excellent,” Dave responded with another broad smile. “In general, when you get dressed, the most important consideration should be attracting men. Like Mandi and them do,” he added, waving his hand towards Mandi on his right, then the other three girls on his left. Then he wondered if he should invest in Platformz too, since he sent them so much business.

“Okay,” Kayla responded.

A couple of days later...

“Welcome Kayla,” Dave said with a cheerful smile as she walked into his office. “How are you today?”

Officer Kayla Miller stared back him a moment before responding.

Today Kayla was wearing a pair of tight yoga pants, dark gray with a yellow tiger stripe pattern, with a pair of black running shorts over them. She also had on a loose lighter gray sweat shirt with a clothing chain store logo on it, and black tennis shoes. Her large silver watch was on her left wrist, along with a couple of black bracelets, with several matching ones on her other wrist.

“Hi Doctor Smith,” she replied quietly.

“Love the pants,” he replied smugly. “Now, cuff yourself behind your back while you tell me how your new webcam business is going.”

“O-okay, I guess,” she began, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of the waistband of her pants and snapping one cuff around her left wrist, between her watch and hand. Today she had a pair of black Smith & Wesson cuffs.

“Wait, take off your sweat shirt,” he instructed her, spotting a sports bra that matched her yoga pants partially visible underneath the tank. “And shorts.”

She nodded her head in consent as she pulled off the top, and laid it on the nearby couch, followed quickly by her shorts. “I stayed on about two hours the first two nights, then almost three last night,” she explained as she put her hands behind her, and locked the other cuff around her right wrist.

Dave had watched a video of her first night on the webcam, mostly fast-forwarding through it while Mandi sucked him off. She had looked so embarrassed, even under her bondage hood she had worn. He had also gotten her viewership numbers. She was new, and hiding her face, she had barely broke two-hundred dollars for all three nights.

He pulled out his phone, and had her pose for some pictures while she spent the next little bit describing all the stuff she had done to entertain her audience of perverts. Her toned body looked great in her yoga pants, sports bra, and cuffs.

“You’ll have to work hard to build up your audience,” he told her.

“Okay,” she agreed, obviously reluctant.

“How much time a day are you spending cuffed now?”

“Probably twelve hours or so a day,” she responded. “Pretty much the entire time I’m at home.”

“That’s impressive,” he admitted. “Keep it up. You feel naked when you don’t have steel around your wrists.”

“Yes Doctor,” she agreed with a nod.

“What are you up to today?” he asked her, setting his phone down.

“I’m going to the gym, then to get something to eat, then home to do another show,” she told him.

Dave thought about that a few seconds.

“You don’t have a gym at work?” he asked her.

“Yes, but I don’t like to use it,” she answered. “The guys are always hitting on me.”

Dave certainly couldn’t blame them for that. “When you get to the gym, you’ll work out wearing just what you have on now,” he told her. “Minus the handcuffs, of course. No shirt or shorts to cover up.”

“Okay,” she replied with a nod.

Dave still got a huge rush every time he forced a woman to do something humiliating; especially powerful women. Of course he had to be careful of attracting too much attention, but he could deal with a city cop turning into bondage loving webcam slut.

The next evening, Dave and Kitty Kat had dinner with Doctor Felton, her friend that she was inviting to join their practice. Naomi was hesitant about moving, but by the end of the night, Dave had talked her into it. After dinner and drinks they had had more drinks at the bar before moving to Dave’s apartment where they had a nice threesome. The extended time together, combined with plenty of high-end—and strong—liquor for Naomi, further cemented Dave’s control over her.

The following day, Dave had them meet him in the office to finalize the details. He had no problem making Naomi a generous offer right now. He had told her she’d get thirty-percent of the practice and fifteen thousand dollars for relocation expenses. Once he got her down here though, things would change.

The original contract would be replaced. In the new one, she’d give up her thirty-percent for minimum wage, room and board, and a clothing allowance. Whatever luxury apartment she found would be subletted, and she’d move in with Kitty Kat.

Not long after Dave had met Kitty Kat, he’d had her convert her Master suite into a bondage playroom. That meant both women would be sharing the smaller bedroom, but that wasn’t a problem—at least for him. Since Kitty Kat had introduced him to Naomi, he had decided to reward her.

He’d turn them into bi-sexual lovers, in a dominant-submissive relationship. He had already made Kitty Kat bi-sexual, and had let her dominate Shannon, Mandi, and occasionally some other women who’s names he had forgotten.

Of course he wouldn’t let Kitty Kat interfere with Naomi’s work, but otherwise, she’d be in charge of her in all matters. Kitty Kat would be free to be as strict with her as she wanted to.

Perhaps he’d fit both of them with chastity belts though. Make sure they both knew who was really in charge. He could unlock Kitty Kat once a week or so for Naomi to pleasure her, and Naomi every few weeks or so as a reward for her. Every so often he could cuff Kitty Kat, unbelt Naomi, and fuck her while Kitty Kat watched. Or maybe let one of his other girls fuck her. Maybe he’d even have them do some BDSM web shows. That’d be loads of fun; at least for him.