The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jane had always been a bit of a magpie, she guessed it was in her blood, so working in the family’s house clearance business was ideal and she had never felt the need to find other work the way Tom her elder brother had done. Jane was ever hopeful that in clearing out a house left, usually by an old person she would come upon something not really valuable, but mysterious. She and her father had found a reasonable haul of semi-precious antiques, but to Jane they always seemed to be rather mundane. She wanted something with a bit more of a story to it. Now, maybe she had found that thing. It was a metal box, it appeared to be gold over some other metal. She had found it in the bedroom while the lads worked downstairs. The bedroom was usually where the most valuable things were hidden so she always started there. Her eye had been caught by the intricate, swirling pattern on the lid. Of course there was no key, however hard Jane had looked, and the lock seemed to be reinforced. However, years of finding locked boxes and cases, and carefully watching her uncle at work had equipped Jane with enough lock-picking skills to get into anything she might find in a house.

With the busy day over Jane was back in her flat, not large, but certainly her own. She was very careful about letting anyone penetrate her sanctum which was dotted with a wide assortment of little pieces she had picked up over the years. Sitting down at her dresser, Jane unwrapped the metal box from the old plastic bag that she had carried it in. She traced her finger round the pattern then set to work with her tools. It did not take long before she heard a satisfying click and she knew she could open it. Suddenly the metal seemed to shimmer, the light glinted off it, and now it seemed impossibly bright. Jane tried to put it down, but something was compelling her to hold on to it, to look deeper. She flicked the lid open, but could not see what was inside as an intense light shone from it. Jane felt dazed and the room around her seemed to be spinning, even the daylight coming through her windows seemed sharper. Jane tumbled to her side.

Jane struggled to her feet, feeling very peculiar. Jane blinked, startled as she found herself outside. She was in a kind of walled garden, but like nowhere she knew. The white painted walls seemed to be like somewhere in Spain or Greece. Jane knew she had to be dreaming, but feeling the warmth of the sun and smelling the rich scents of this street she realised something was wrong, her dull home town was far behind her, somehow she had come to this sunny, warm and colourful town. She hurried over to a small gate which seemed to lead out on to a street, but it was locked. Through the twisting metal she could see the street, but the sight just added to her confusion.

The crowd passing was full of brightly dressed people in fine clothes of silk and velvet and draped with jewellery. However, her attention was attracted by those dressed in glossy, black clothes, led on leashes like pets. One man leading a woman stopped to talk with another nearby. Jane studied the woman closely. She wore a skin-tight glossy black catsuit which rippled as she moved. Her glossed legs ran into matching thigh-high boots, with high sharp heels. Her hair was blonde and shaggy, her face sexily made up. Her owner casually stroked her tightly bound slippery bum and she purred, rubbing her body up and down his. He said goodbye to the other man and led her away by the leash attached to the shiny black collar at her neck. The gloss strained and rippled as she swayed sexily with every step in the sleek boots she took.

Suddenly Jane heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see two men in light leather armour approaching. They had come through a door from the building that bounded the far side of the walled garden. It was immediately apparent that they were guards and they held black rods that Jane could only guess were weapons. Jane stood warily, not wanting to provoke the men into anything rash.

“Welcome to Xylae, otherworlder.” One of the guards sneered. “Do not struggle, you are under arrest.”

Despite the warning, Jane now tried to struggle but the two men firmly grasped her in a practiced way and led her through the streets and into an ornate building.

“Stop, let me go! There’s been some mistake.” Jane continued bellowing as she was carried through halls floored with mosaics and draped with tapestries and finally into a great hall.

The hall was ornately decorated and servants hurried around the carved pillars and disappeared behind embroidered curtains. The clothes of those gathered here were even more lavish and there were more men and women, pets of the well to do, dressed in the skin-tight glossy clothes and draped at their owners’ feet on rich cushions. It appeared to Jane that she had been brought into be a court of some noble or royal.

At the head of the room on a dais sat a woman dressed in a tight black silk suit, with black leather spike-heeled calf-length boots. Her long brown hair in a single plait down her back. Beside her stood a man dressed in Arabic style clothes and to the other side a woman totally clad in tight red leather. At her feet lay a man on a leash, clad only in a leather thong.

“Ah, so, Bentash, you were right, your instruments were correct in indicating that someone has found one of the remaining boxes and had opened it.” She nodded to the man beside her. “And fortunately unlike that man, she arrived in the portal garden the way they all used to do. Bring this one forward, let me look at her.”

Jane was pulled forward and pushed to her knees.

“I am Princess Dalia. You, otherworlder, are my property.” Jane knelt silently, worried about what would happen to her in this strange world.

“Stand.”

Jane was pulled to her feet; she looked at the young woman. The woman in red leather whispered something in her ear, the Princess nodded.

“Usually I send otherworlders back immediately with no recollection of this place but as I hear you have been so rebellious, struggling with my guards, shouting in the palace, I will keep you here to teach you a lesson of how young women should properly behave. You shall become a slave. A slave of the most servile sort: a glossed, grunting sex-slave.”

Dalia waved her hand and an image shimmered into view. It took some moments before Jane recognised it as an image of herself, dressed just like the woman she had seen in the street: in the slave collar, glossy catsuit, and thigh-length boots, her hair blonde, her face sexily made-up. The image began to stroke itself and thrust out its body, groaning and panting. The image faded, and Jane glanced around the room at the courtiers and the sex pets at their feet, wondering how it felt to be like them.

“Next time you see me, you will be just like that: bound in skin-tight black rubber, in a slave collar, grunting to be fucked!” Dalia said. “Lianna wants to prepare you, I will give you to her and soon you will be changed.”

“What?” snapped Jane. “I am a free woman, let me go.”

“Ha, ha. You are in my domains and now in my palace, you belong to me.” She held her hand out and a pink light shot from her ring. The light surrounded Jane and she felt all her will fade; she had no control over her body. She stood there sighing and swaying her body gently in the pink light.

“Wonderful.” Dalia said. “Strip.” Uncontrollably Jane began to unbutton her blouse, she slipped off her shoes, socks and jeans, finally she discarded her underwear to stand naked. “Perfect.” Dalia said. She rose and walked towards Jane.

“I can control you like a puppet, you are in my power, there is nothing you can do to resist. However, soon I will not have to control you, you will obey me without thinking, my will shall be yours. I will own your mind as I already own your body. It is appears to be a fine one, but soon it will be better and servile too, once it has been augmented and you have yielded to bondage.” She locked a leather collar around Jane’s neck and held a chain leading from it in her hand. “Soon this training collar will be replaced by a glossy sex-slave’s collar. Kiss my boots.”

Jane dropped to the floor and kissed her mistress’s boots. Then the pink light faded and Jane realised she was enslaved. She wondered what she would become, would she really be as servile as the glossed pets she saw around her? Could she really be as erotic, what was it like to be bound in skin-tight shiny rubber? She looked up at the woman standing over her, she felt tinges of being aroused by being dominated by this woman: it was so animal to be collared at her feet. Jane wondered if this woman was just releasing her concealed animal emotions and revealing what she really was: that she really wanted to be a servile sex-slave, that she wanted to be gloss-clad and purring, or whether her mind was still being controlled or influenced.

“You will learn properly how to be a sex-slave. As for all pupils there will punishment and reward; pleasure and pain. A control rod please.”

A servant stepped forward holding a rubber-covered truncheon like the ones the guards had carried. Dalia touched one end to Jane and her whole body was wracked with pain. She writhed and gasped, and was about to scream when she was entirely swept with pleasure. Jane panted and groaned as an orgasm came over her, and then another; soon she was simply shuddering with pleasure. As Dalia took the rod away, Jane uncontrollably crawled after the shiny rod wanting to feel more, but came to a halt at the feet of the princess.

“Excellent, my slave, my pet, you are already learning so well. When you are one of my sex-slaves you will feel like that regularly, pleasure so great you will barely be able to control yourself. You will think nothing of being servile, you will just be and you will be constantly erotic. But do not worry, your training collar will be able induce the same feelings as this rod. Be a good pupil, yield and be pleased. I have decided that you will be Xi, that is your collar name, your only name. Understand?”

Jane said nothing, she just stayed crouched on the floor, but slowly she could feel the pain developing from her collar, increasing.

“Yes.” Jane said in a surly voice, but the pain subsided.

“Yes, what?” Dalia said encouragingly, Jane could feel the discomfort returning.

“Yes, mistress.” Jane replied and felt a quick burst of pleasure.

“What is your name?”

“Xi, mistress.” Jane replied and was rewarded by another burst.

“Excellent, you are learning fast.” Dalia smiled. “Take her to a training pillar. I know you will not struggle, you will know what will happen.” The princess emphasised to her new slave.

Jane stood up and was led naked, by her chain and collar, out of the hall. She was taken through fine corridors then through a large polished wood door out into a large marble-floored hall which held numerous stone pillars stretching from sight and rising up to disappear into the gloom above her. Jane’s chain was locked to a ring fixed to one of the pillars, exactly opposite her, against another pillar was a full-length mirror in which she could clearly see herself bound and naked. She pulled against her collar but it was useless, she was firmly secured. She slumped to the floor disheartened, trying to make sense of what had happened and what was going to happen.

Jane was unaware of time passing as she dozed as best she could on the stone floor. At length a servant appeared with a bowl of water and some sloppy food. With her was Lianna.

“Your first lesson begins. Eat.” The woman in red leather said.

Jane picked up a bowl but felt rising pain, she dropped it, she turned to the water bowl, but contact again brought that response.

“How can I eat?” Jane looked up at Lianna, “Mistress.” She added, fearing the discomfort.

“Lap it up like the pet you are.” Lianna said coyly.

Jane went onto her hands and knees and lapped at the food with her tongue, she felt a feeling of satisfaction sweep over her and she continued, hardly aware that she was already easing into a servile mind. By the time she was complete, Lianna had gone. However, she soon returned with a strange ornate hood.

“I will give you a taste of what you will become.” Lianna explained.

Slowly Lianna lowered the hood onto Jane’s head, at first it was dark, but then her vision cleared. Jane expected to find herself back in the world she knew, but as she looked around, she realised she was in the market in the city, slowly it became more vivid, she could hear the sounds of trade. As the people around her became more distinct, she began to forget it was an image. She started walking, wondering why. She seemed to be following a richly dressed man who was leading something. The man stopped to talk with someone and Jane realised that the leash he held was hers. She looked down at herself and saw she was dressed in the rubber catsuit and thigh boots of a sex-slave, the contours of her body so clearly visible in the shiny clothes. She felt increasingly relaxed and stepped closer to her master, thrusting out her breasts, stroking at her shapely, glossed body. Then the hood was suddenly lifted from her head but Jane stood there still purring and rubbing her body before realisation dawned on her and she stopped.

“Excellent. I will leave you to savour the sensation.” Lianna said and strode away.

Jane, confused, glanced at her reflection in the mirror, it was like the image she had seen in the court and what she had felt she was when she had worn the hood. She looked down at her naked body to confirm that she had not already put on such clothes, but she was in fact still naked. When she looked back at the mirror and saw herself as nude as she was, Jane strangely felt a sense of disappointment. She wondered whether she could feel as erotic, be that servile, that sexy as the she had felt wearing the hood, in real life. What would it be like to have no concerns except with being erotic and pleasing her master. Jane’s thoughts were disturbed as she heard shouting and two guards appeared dragging a woman like herself, naked except the leather collar and the attached chain.

“Let me go, I am a free woman.” She shouted. She glanced in desperation at Jane chained to the pillar. Jane stared into her face before the woman was pushed on through the pillared room and her shouts faded away. Jane imagined that the woman was beginning the same process that she was following.

Lianna strolled up. “Both of you will be stable mates when you have become sex-slaves.” She laughed. “I hope you enjoyed the experience in the dream hood. Admit it, you are aroused at the thought of being so erotic. Well, now, I offer you an opportunity to experience it.”

In one hand Lianna held Jane’s clothes, Jane snatched for them but was rewarded only with a burst of pain.

“Those are Jane’s clothes, these are yours Xi.” Jane felt a wave of pleasure sweep over her as Lianna held up the black glossy catsuit and matching thigh boots in the other. “Just reach out and you can have them, ease into the slippery gloss.”

Jane struggled against the desire to reach out and take the glossy clothes.

Despite the pleasure just looking at them, she held herself back, shuddering with the sensations running through her body. Her body wanted to yield to the bondage and to become an erotic sex-slave. It would be so easy to give in, become both erotic and truly enslaved. She struggled against her body’s desires, but she wondered how long it would be before her will yielded to her urges.

“Maybe it is too early, but I will return soon.” Lianna said and wiped the rubber across Jane’s breasts.

Jane gasped with the pleasure the contact brought. Again the mirror reflected not as she was, but dressed in the catsuit, running her tongue across her glossy lips, her hard breasts straining in the rubber, her shaggy blonde hair swaying as she rotated her gloss-bound hips. Jane glanced down to the floor trying to think of mundane things.

Time passed, Jane heard heels clicking on the stone floor, but not like Lianna’s. She rose as a sex-slave strode out in front of her. She stopped with her hands resting on her glossy hips and ran her tongue across her shiny lips. Jane studied the skin-tight catsuit which coated the slave’s whole body and in which her large firm breasts strained; the matching thigh boots running the length of her legs to high sharp heels. She looked at the woman’s face surrounded by shaggy blonde hair and sexily made-up. Suddenly recognition dawned on Jane, this was the woman that she had seen being dragged naked to a pillar like hers. She now stood before her an erotic sex-slave.

The woman purred gently. “I am Jilail. You must be new here, just arrived.

It will not be long before you are a sex-slave like me. These clothes, being owned, is so erotic that I can hardly speak. I could not resist the rubber being swept across my naked body, my desires took control and released my natural urges to be servile and erotic; it will do the same for you. Ease your body into the shiny clothes they offer as soon as possible and become a sex-slave too.”

The slave smiled and reached behind the mirror on the pillar opposite Jane and produced the hood which Lianna had placed over her head earlier. Jane’s body became aroused just at the sight of it, she knew it would be difficult to resist the urges it provoked and she wondered whether, if having experienced the visions it brought, again, she could resist yielding to slavery or that her body’s desires would take control of her will and ease it into a mind of sex.

“You will enjoy this. See you soon.” Jilail said as she lowered the hood over Jane’s head.

The image formed faster this time, Jane was standing in a bright room draped with curtains and covered with cushions. She looked down at her body, it was naturally covered in the skin-tight rubber. She tried to remove it, she knew she did not have long before the identity of a sex-slave overcame her, the longer she was there the more she eased into a mind of sex. She reached to unzip the catsuit. Her hands, coated in shiny fingerless gloves and ending in long silver nails, eased down the gloss to expose her hard shiny tanned breasts, she began to rub them slowly. Soon she was enjoying the sensation and began fingering herself through her crotch slit. She stood there grunting with pleasure as she probed deeply into her pussy with her fingers. She could not stop and ideas entered her mind: she was a sex-slave, she had to satisfy her master, her name was Xi. Suddenly a man dressed in tight leathers appeared, she began to sway towards him, licking her lips, strutting on her high heels, swaying her glossy bum, thrusting out her breasts and pussy. His hard cock emerged from his trousers, his flies bursting open. She walked towards him, hungry for his hard rod in her.

Then it all faded, she found herself back in the room three women in some kind of army fatigues standing by her. Jane caught her breath and shuddered as the pleasure faded from her. She took a few moments to remember who she was. She was sure that seconds more in that dream world which had felt so real would have made her a sex-slave. One of the women cut Jane’s leather collar.

“We have come to release you from the slavery. Quick, we had better go before they notice you. Have you seen any others?” one questioned.

“No, only slaves.” Jane replied, bemused at the pace of the action.

“We are too late for them.” Another of the women said.

The four of them ran out of the room of pillars and through a heavy wooden door which led into a corridor of alcoves. Suddenly one of the other doors into that corridor opened.

“Quick! Back!” One woman shouted. Jane dodged into one of the alcoves as the others ran for the door. As Jane stepped fully into the alcove it began a stone panel slid closed, sealing her in. She found herself standing in a small, brightly lit chamber. She looked around but there appeared to be no means of escape, she felt increasingly frustrated. She heard fists pounding on the wall, and the voices of the three women.

“It is too late, we cannot stop it, she is being augmented.”

The light turned pink and Jane felt soothed, she could not struggle, she felt washed with a feeling of good will. Jane stood there naked and bemused but steadily her concerns faded away. Increasingly she found it difficult to move, her body felt drowsy and her mind empty, she struggled to concentrate but soon felt completely relaxed. Then suddenly a strip of purple light ran down the wall, it repeated and continued, increasing in speed, until the room seemed entirely to be lit in purple. Jane felt a strange sensation all over her body, it was soft and caressing. She looked down to see a silver cocoon forming skin tight around her. It slowly spread up her legs, her arms and body before engulfing her head. Beneath it, Jane felt as if she was wrapped in cotton wool, but her breathing came easily. Her body felt strange, but the sensation was not unpleasant and she realised that her breasts were rising, growing larger and firmer. Increasingly her body felt excited and erotic. After a few moments the cocoon faded and the light slowed and returned to the pink and then the white.

The walls of the small room were now mirrored and Jane looked at herself. As she looked she felt increasingly pleased. She recognised her reflection but now her body was tanned and her skin sleek and shiny, her limbs shapely, her bum tight and sexy, her breasts large and firm, her hair blonde and shaggy. She felt aroused by the image of herself, she stroked her firm breasts, shook her hair and licked her glossy lips. She strode up and down in front of the mirror watching how the light caught her shapely, shiny, slippery, tanned body. She stood watching herself as she began fingering her juicy sex, and groaned loudly and unashamedly. Suddenly a panel in the wall slid open and Jane looked out into the pillared room. Lianna stood there smiling. Jane stopped herself and stood looking embarrassed.

“Enjoy your new body? I see our revolutionary friends have done my job for me, Xi, you look like a sexy pet and cannot conceal how you feel.”

Jane realised that her body was taking more control, it was now sexy and hungry for to be used as a sexual toy. Increasingly it was no longer under her will, whatever that was; she was rapidly becoming part of this world and any escape was becoming harder.

“I have rewarded them for their services. Come this way and have a look.” Lianna smiled.

Jane followed the slaveress down a corridor. Lianna opened a door and the two of them stepped out onto a balcony. They looked the few feet down into a large bowl lined with slippery shiny black leather. Jane recognised the three women but now their skin was shiny dark brown, their hair short cropped and black. They were now naked apart from tight fitting rubber slave harnesses. They were writhing all over each other, stroking, licking, fondling each others’ bodies groaning and panting as their hard breasts and juicy pussies were aroused.

“They will provide background entertainment in court as lesbo-dancers. Would you like to join them?”

Jane hesitated. She wondered whether that was her future, as an erotic display?

“I can see you are tempted, well, why not find out?” Lianna smiled again.

Jane panicked, had she gone too far? Would she be in the bowl in moments, her body changed, her mind empty of everything except fondling the others. Then the dream hood dropped over her head. Jane’s vision cleared, she was walking along a corridor which seemed familiar, she realised it was the one lined with the alcoves, her body walked on, she did not know why, it was what she had to do. She opened a door and Lianna was standing there, she smiled, behind her was a large cage, lined with black leather cushions, she could see three black women, with black short cropped hair, clad in tight rubber slave harnesses. They were fondling each other but stopped when she entered and began beckoning to her.

“I think you made the right choice to become a lesbo-dancer, Xi. They are waiting for you.” Lianna said as she stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Suddenly a soothing sensation swept over Jane as she realised who and what she was. Xi glanced at her naked shiny dark skin, coated with the black tight rubber, she swayed her body and the harness rippled. She began to stride towards the others, thrusting out their sexy bodies and their tongues, encouraging her to join them. Xi felt increasingly hungry for their bodies against her own. She stepped into the cage, and the door closed behind her, instantly they swept over her and Xi entered the writhing mass of breasts, flesh and tongues. Her pussy was licked as she fondled others, their bodies delighting each other as they slid between skin, unaware that the cage had been lowered into a huge ballroom, where the courtiers casually looked at them like the other background entertainments and some of the gentlewomen bribed the stablemaster to let one of the dancers come to their chambers when their duty was done.

Suddenly the scene disappeared and Jane found herself in a cell around the walls of a larger white-walled room. She looked out into this circular room and could see other cells with women either naked or in the now familiar glossy clothes of slaves. Her cell had a number of alcoves around it and a full length mirror. Suddenly the back of one of the alcoves opened and Jane turned to see Jilail emerging. The slave stepped forward, striding on her high-heeled thigh boots, the light shining off her glossy catsuit as it strained, rippled and squealed to her every move.

“It is me, Jilail.” She said. “I know it is time for you to stop struggling so I have brought the clothes for you and soon you will be an erotic sex-slave like me. The sensation is so pleasurable. Ease into the gloss.” She said eagerly.

Jilail crossed to another alcove and opened a panel to reveal a black mannequin dressed in a catsuit and thigh boots. Jane stood entranced, as Jilail slowly swayed back towards her.

“You have a great body.” Jilail whispered as she slowly stroked her own rubber-clad one up and down Jane’s naked body. Jane could not break away and her panting matched Jilail’s as the contact stimulated her more. They both grunted and Jilail gently kissed Jane’s lips, before stepping back into the alcove.

“For more of that feeling ease into the catsuit, yield to your desires.” She whispered as she stepped through the opening. Then the panel shut her from sight.

Jane looked at herself in the mirror and then across to the black featureless mannequin. It was clad in the glossy catsuit, thigh boots and fingerless gloves. It stood before Jane, she tried to look away but could not. Jane felt aroused and walked up to the mannequin. She stared for a few moments at the rubber clothes before her and slowly began to imagine herself dressed in them. She could try them on for real, she was sure they would be different to the dreams and she could always slip out of them again. She wondered whether it would really be like the visions, the sensations she had seen and felt wearing the hood.

Tentatively Jane walked towards the catsuit. She slowly reached out and touched the slippery surface. She shuddered with the delight which flowed all over her body. She stroked the gloss, the pleasure increasing. She stepped back and was startled as the mannequin slowly began to move and stroke its sides up and down, purring as it stroked across the skin-tight rubber clothes. Then it began to gyrate its hips running its fingers over the tightly glossed bum. Jane tried not to mimic it, but slowly she began to run her hands up and down her naked body to spread her fingers over her sexy bum, sighing then panting.

The mannequin stroked its firm breasts and its purring turned to moans. Jane began to do the same, she was struggling to stop herself but could not. Moaning she began to finger herself through the crotch slit, as the pleasure grew she realised that her clothing had changed, before her she saw a bare mannequin static and lifeless.

Jane looked at the slippery gloss she wore, her whole body bound in it. She turned to look in the mirror hardly believing it was herself. Before her stood an attractive young woman, dressed in a skin-tight catsuit, her legs were coated by thigh-high matching boots, rubber that shone in the light. Her hair was blonde and her face heavily and sexily made up. She could hardly believe it was herself. Then the sensation swept over her. She tried to speak but she could only groan and moan. She reached for the thigh boots but instead she began stroking her slippery bum and swaying sexily. She tried to undo the zip of her catsuit, but her body would not let her, she began rubbing her hard, glossed breasts, groaning like an animal. She began to thrust out and gyrate her body. She could not stop herself, her mind was confused, her body loved it, she began fingering herself again, purring. Jane orgasmed and fell back onto the cushioned floor, passing out.

Lianna stepped into the room, her red leather suit creaking. She spotted Jane slumped on the floor. She took a slim collar from her belt and clipped it around her neck. Jane awoke, confused. She stood up slowly, her tight rubber clothes rippling and squealing as she did. Her thoughts were clouded, she could not remember why she was there, who she was. Unaware, she began stroking her slippery thighs and bum and swaying sexily. She tried to stop but again she began to stroke her firm breasts so pert in the rubber. She tried to speak but she only sexual sounds emerged. Slowly she began to thrust out her pussy and gyrate her body. She could not stop herself, her mind was befuddled but her body loved it, she began fingering herself, purring, and her gloss squealing.

“It is too late, you are a sex-slave, you have eased into a mind of sex. Your name is Xi. Xi, purr, like the animal you have become an erotic pet. There is no use in struggling, you cannot get out of the gloss: yield to your desires. You should let go. Why bother struggling when you can be an erotic animal, dressed sexily, and fucking men? No worries to concern you, just being erotic, satisfying your desires, getting screwed, being desired, lusted after, a valuable possession, to be admired. All your concerns go just like that and you get pleasure. You know what it feels like to wear those glossy clothes, what about fucking a leathered stud in it, one just to please you, his fat cock in your juicy pussy, his hands fondling your hard shiny breasts? If you don’t want that, get out of those clothes and we will let you go. However, then you will be left without the glossy catsuit, without the thigh boots, bored, whilst as Xi you would be groaning with pleasure.”

Jane stood frozen to the spot her mind coursing with conflicting thoughts. Her body wanted the sex-slavery and would not move. She was aroused by what Lianna had said and she felt herself yielding to the sensations and she realised she was already collared like a pet. Jane found it difficult to think, new thoughts were entering her mind, a new identity, her memories were fading. She looked at her erotic body, she increasingly felt the urge to fuck horny men, she struggled against it, but her body wanted to yield, she felt her will fading. Increasingly she wanted to obey her master, his desires were hers, she tried to fight against it but found that now she did not want to. It was too late to go back. She looked at her glossed body, the slippery thigh boots, her collar, she was a sex-slave. She purred as she assumed her new identity, and began to finger herself once more, but for the first time truly as a slave.

“Well done Xi.” Lianna said.

“Yes, Mistress.” Xi replied automatically.

“I have a treat for you, before I present you to Princess Dalia.” She stepped back into the alcove and through the gap.

Suddenly though Xi’s attention went to another alcove as it opened and a man appeared, dressed in tight leather jacket, trousers and boots, his masculine chest bare, just like the image she had seen when wearing the hood. Without thinking Xi strode towards him certain of what she wanted. The man smiled as Xi approached him, the light glistening on her slippery body. Xi noticed the man’s penis becoming hard as he looked at her glossed body. Pleased, Xi began to stroke her hard, slippery breasts and purred, unaware that this was anything unusual, her mind was now that of a sexual creature, obedient but lustful. Xi felt a hungry sensation in her sex and felt herself softening. She was swept by the urge to submit herself to this man, to have his hard cock inside her body, to have his strong warm body on her.

“Admit what you are. Submit yourself.” He said in a strong calm manner.

Xi’s body was that of a sex-slave, impatient to yield to his hard flesh. Suddenly, he reached his hands forward and began stroking her shoulders and then down between her breasts. Xi slowly lowered herself to the floor, totally submitting to him; like the sex-slave she had truly become. Without thinking Xi began to purr and kneeling at the man’s feet eased her body up the length of his tight leather trousers. They creaked as he swayed, sighing gently, signalling his approval of Xi’s actions. The man released his flies and his hard shiny cock emerged.

“Suck it.” The man ordered.

Xi, on her knees, took the hard flesh into her mouth. She sucked, licked and teased it with her tongue, enjoying the feeling of his slippery flesh in her mouth. He groaned and spurted hot spunk into her mouth. He pulled away. Xi knelt happy as she licked the spunk from her lips.

“Fuck me.” The man said.

Xi stood slowly and wrapped her arms around him and forced her probing tongue into his mouth. She stroked her slippery body up and down his leather then thrust herself forcing his cock into her now juicy slit, she impaled herself on the exquisite flesh, forcing herself on and off his cock, panting and groaning loudly until she orgasmed and shuddered with the pleasure. She broke away and fell to her knees to caress his cock until it sprayed spunk again on her slippery skin.

Then the man manoeuvred Xi until he was satisfied with her position and mounted her from behind like a wolf, on the floor, quickly sliding his hard warm cock back into her. Then he began to thrust back and forward, grunting with the pleasure. Xi delighted in being ridden so hard and purred loudly as he sprayed into her once more. She lay back tired, her pussy still juicy. This sex meant that now all her memories of her previous life had faded, all Xi could remember was this life as a sex-slave. She purred as she drifted asleep, loving her erotic body and the pleasures her life as a slave would bring.