Eleanor Asher in: Fetish Fabrication

Chapter 2: Maid to Fetishize

by MadamKistulot

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #multiple_partners #pov:bottom #sub:female #cat_girl #comic_book #conditioning #drones #fetish_training #maid #masturbation #midas_city #robots #scent_control #scifi #tech_control #tentacle_fucking #tentacles

Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot 2020, and not for reposting or other such uses. 

Chapter 2: Maid to Fetishize

Eleanor came to with a quiet groan. “What… happened…? I was… Women… latex…?” She sat up from the floor, fluttering her eyes as she took in the sights around her. She was in a room that looked made for a child with brightly painted walls. “Something about… Did they say something? Did I just imagine that happening? No, no there was a bunch of mist after the hop, I saw a billboard that made me think I was in Midas City again, and then…”

Glancing around the room, she was quickly dismayed by the lack of any obvious door. To get in here one of these walls had to open up, right…? Transporting matter around takes a lot of energy, making it effectively unviable, especially not for casual usage. Unless whoever brought me here has a wing of fission reactors…

She tried to rationalize her situation, but it did very little to calm her. Being in a strange place with no real idea of how she’d arrived? It was unsettling in the extreme. None of the walls had any obvious indentations. There seemed no possible escape.

The room lacked even basic furniture. No bed, no source of food, not even running water could be found. All that shared the room with her were three things laid out in the center of the room, and they didn’t look to be much help at all. There’s no way these are really the only things I have to work with in here. This has to be some kind of a sick joke. I know I end up humiliated in a lot of my hops, but this is… this is a lot different than that!

Instead of supplies, or some form of communication, or anything else that might be useful, the three objects instead appeared to be… toys. Calling a headband topped with white lace a toy might have been a stretch, but she could think of nothing else to call the black tail that ended with a butt plug, or the strange metallic squid.

When she glanced at the headband, a wave of dizziness flowed out from deep inside of her, words echoing through her mind as though something she’d been taught and forgotten. Mincing around in a tiny, revealing dress, topped with a pretty little headband, always happy to serve, to be used… As she glanced at the tail, her thighs clenched, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Pretty kitty! Wiggles her hips when she wants to pounce! Sexy, slutty kitty with a pretty kitty tail! Before she could stop herself, her eyes moved over the squid toy, and she let out a whine as more words flowed inside of her mind. Tentacles squeezing around me, deep inside of me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass! Nothing to do but struggle and writhe!

Eleanor groaned, shaking her head as she forced her eyes to close. The strange feeling from those expanding thoughts had her whole body tingling. It felt so sexy, so warm, so… good. Her hands needed to squeeze at her thighs to resist wandering all along her body.

Whatever was happening, as scary and wrong as it was, it certainly felt very good. It felt good enough that it took her several moments to notice that her eyes were hooded.

“Okay, so… I don’t know what you want…” She shuddered, shaking her head. Saying that knocked something loose, something she’d been too hazy to realize when she’d first awoken. She was here with a purpose—a singular purpose that she had no ability to refuse. She needed to choose one of the toys. It wasn’t much of a choice, and what it would mean wasn’t something she knew, but she knew that was why she was there more than she’d ever known anything else.

Her body tingled with the impulse to select, to choose, to lift one of them up into her hands. Her nipples tingled at her chest, throbbing with arousal as her eyes fluttered. “O-oh… Okay, so you… want that… Whatever you are, wherever you are… This is just… weird…”

She thought back over her various adventures. Plenty of strange people had wanted to play games with her, to gauge her reaction, but none of them had given her such a strange choice.

A headband, a butt-plug tail, or a squid.

“W-well… okay…! I’ll choose something then…! See… I’m cooperating…!” With a mixture of anxiety and arousal, Eleanor reached down and lifted up the headband. Tingles spread down along her arms, and her lips rubbed together all on their own. “I… I chose something… see…! Like you put in my head, like you wanted, like—what the?!”

The walls had all been perfectly flat and smooth before, no visible holes or entrances or exits. With the headband grasped in her fingers, two long, segmented, metallic tentacles quickly began to close in on the sitting woman. Everything about the metallic lengths looked terrifying and wrong, and worse yet they seemed to be moving right for her head at an incredible speed. Eleanor’s eyes widened, and she tried to move out of the way, to do something, anything, but they were too fast and she was still wrapped up in a haze of lust.

Before she could manage any meaningful resistance, cold, uncomfortable metal pushed deep into both of her ears, and there was a loud, resounding, metallic—


Eleanor’s lips curled into a smile. She was relaxing in her study all alone with no responsibilities and no major concerns. Her soft, blue dress was comfortable and gorgeous. The weather outside the window looked lovely. There were plans for the day, but those merely involved curling up with a good book in the comfort of her very plush chair.

Nothing else was so pressing that it couldn’t be put off for another day. She’d earned her rest, and she intended to enjoy it. Yana Ritter’s latest book sat in her lap, and she intended to make her way from one cover to the other.

Something about losing herself in a book felt luxurious in a way nothing else could.

“Ah, hello Miss Asher!” One of her maids entered the room, feather duster in hand. Something about her was different than Eleanor expected, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She was one of Eleanor’s many maids, but she was recognizable. Something about her skin almost seemed to glisten and shine for a moment like plastic, but after a moment of shaking her head that was gone entirely and she was able to enjoy drinking in the sight of her lovely maid.

One of the luxuries she’d afforded herself was not just having a group of maids to live in her home, but dressing them in a uniform that was just barely removed from being a fetish dream. All of them wore the same pretty white frilly headband, the same black-and-white frilly apron-dress, and high heels.

Watching them mince around her home, their curves on display, dressed in a way that was so clearly just for her pleasure always made Eleanor smile. It wasn’t the most innocent smile, but she was paying them well enough. Letting herself have a devious smile now and then didn’t feel all that bad. “Hello! I hope that I’m not in the way of your cleaning, I was just planning on reading in here today… will that be a problem?”

She asked the question with the faintest of flirtatious edges to her voice. Eleanor knew she was the boss. She knew there wouldn’t be any problem at all.

The whole point in asking was to hear confirmation of her position.

“Not at all, ma’am! We just wanted to make sure that the room wasn’t too dusty during your reading session. Please, feel free to ignore us. We won’t take long.” Not just one maid entered the room, or two, but soon four women in matching black-and-white uniforms were making their way around the room, feather dusters flicking at every surface to rub all of the gathered muck away.

Eleanor didn’t respond beyond a nod, but her eyes wandered, savoring the sight of her hired help moving around her. They were all so beautiful, so shapely, and they were all there for her pleasure. Long, beautiful bare legs, cleavage enhanced by the lace that couldn’t hope to hide it away, black and white contrasting so beautifully… everything about the sight was perfect.

And that was before one of the maids moved in front of her to brush away at one of her many bookshelves. Doing so rose her ass high in the air, and the short skirt did nothing to obscure the curves of her flesh hidden underneath.

Her hips swayed side to side as she dusted and cleaned, and Eleanor found her eyes caught on the lacey white hidden between the generous curves of her maid’s ass. The panties her maids wore weren’t strictly part of their uniform, so the sight of that lace was a lovely one, and wholly unexpected. Her hips continued to move side to side, and Eleanor’s eyes continued to follow them.

So distracted by the sight, Eleanor hardly noticed the maids behind her lighting a tall candle they’d carried in with them. The flame danced around the wick, dancing to its own lovely rhythm, and slowly the candle filled the room with a sweet yet musky scent.

Mmm… She looks so good moving like that… Eleanor quivered, her breath catching in her throat. Maybe I won’t get any reading done today, after all. Maybe I’ll just stare for a while…

The book in her lap was still closed as Eleanor reached out her tongue to wet her lips.

“Does my lady enjoy what she sees?” The maid spoke, and Eleanor’s cheeks pinkened. “I’ve noticed you watching me, watching us clean. So… do you like what you see, ma’am…?”

“I… I… yes…?” Eleanor quietly laughed, her cheeks burning darker, feeling so much hotter. Not only was the sight arousing her, pulling her thighs together tighter, but the thick scent in the air kept teasing her to breathe in more and more. Each breath brought with it more heat, more warmth, a pulsing, throbbing, dull ache that quivered inside of her. Even with her arousal growing so loud, so insistent, she had enough of a grip on herself to know that being caught in such a position wasn’t proper even given her authority.

Giggles surrounded her, making Eleanor blush even more. “That’s alright… You can watch. I want you to watch. I want you to stare…”

“To… stare…? You want me to-o-ohh…” Eleanor quivered as she felt one of the other maids lean over her chair, large, supple breasts resting atop her head. With them came a strong perfume that made her thighs clench, and her eyes hood. Blue eyes took on a glassy sheen as she watched her maid’s ass as it continued to s way side, to side, to side. “I… I can do that…”

“Of course you can, ma’am…” All of the maids giggled again. It sounded so much louder, every little laugh feeling like it was squeezing in around Eleanor. Her glazed blue eyes were still trapped between the large, pale skin of her maid’s ass, trapped in the lacey web that held them so tight. “You can watch… you can enjoy… we want to make you feel good, Miss Asher. We want to attend to your every need. It’s so good being a maid…”

When the rest of her maids giggled again, Eleanor found herself giggling with them. “Good… being a maid… R-right… I do my best to make it—”

“Of course you do…” A maid to her left interrupted Eleanor, leaning close and rubbing her perfumed breasts along Eleanor’s bare arm. “You’re such a kind hostess. Always so nice. Always so sweet. You’d never impose. You’d never want to make things unpleasant…”

Before Eleanor could respond, a maid was rubbing her lace-covered breasts along her right arm. Her lips were so close to Eleanor’s ear. “You always do your best to be so… good…”

“So… good… yeah, I… I always do… do my best… I…” Eleanor tried to shake her head to clear it, but the act of moving was too much. Her head felt so dizzy, so heavy, and her maids weren’t content to simply rub their bodies against hers. “Wait are you… are you sure you want t—o-oohhh…”

The straps of Eleanor’s dress were pulled away. A hand tossed the book from her lap before her skirt was pulled up past her thighs, exposing her stained panties. Fingers wandered along her cheeks, along her thighs, and along her breasts. So much perfumed flesh rubbed against her body, and the candle behind her did its part with the same heady, lustful scent. Something about it was familiar without being something she could remember experiencing.

It was almost like in some other life she’d smelled something like it before, something so sexy, something so overpowering, and all she could do was sink into her chair as fingers began to rub along her slit. Eleanor’s thighs quivered as far apart as they could, her hips shuddering up to meet each movement of the skillful fingers moving so perfectly between her legs.

“It’s so lovely to be a maid…” The woman in front of her moaned, moving closer as she continued to sway her ass across Eleanor’s gaze. “Wouldn’t you like to be a maid too…? To feel so sexy, to feel so lovely, so good…”

“Yuh… yeah… I… I’d like… o-oooh…!” Eleanor cried out as fingers pinched her clit, and teeth closed around her nipples. Her eyes were glued to the shapely ass in front of her, even as fingers curled inside of her. “Whatever… whatever you say, whatever… Ohhh that just sounds… really sexy, really… yess…!”

Each breath Eleanor took carried with it so much of that sexy, heady scent. Her eyes were unfocused, her entire body shaking into every touch. She lost all sense of time, uncertain how long she’d been staring at her curvy maid’s ass, or how long the women around her had been fondling her, kneading her, biting her—fucking her so insistently. It felt like an eternity of sex, the pressure inside of her mounting so high as she let out loud, trembling moans.

“Then we’ll make you a maid, like us… Then we can all have fun together, all the time…” Eleanor started to moan when the breasts atop her head pulled back, only to cry out in bliss as the headband lowered down.

Tiny needles pierced her scalp, injecting her with inescapable chemical lust. Eleanor’s shuddering cries became even louder, her entire body quaking out of control as her eyes rolled back into her head. “Maid… maid… yesss…!” She screamed as she came, soaking her chair with her lust as the scent, the drugs in her scalp, and the endless touches of her maids pushed her deeper and deeper into an inescapable haze of lust.

Around her, feminine giggles mingled with Eleanor’s moans. Her sense of time blurred even more as she came again and again under her maids’ loving touches.

Being a maid was going to be the best thing that ever happened to her.

Author's Note: It's always fun to see Eleanor Asher back again, and this is no different! Midas City, too! If you'd like to see how this ends now, it's already up on my patreon! If you'd like to see it now, and support more of my work? Check out my Patreon campaign! Not only do you get stories before anyone else, and access to exclusive blogs, and the occasional input on a story or two, but it's a good way to let me know that you want to see more of this story, and others like it! If you'd like to join in with a group of fellow mind control fetishists to discuss this and other stories, join us at The Mind Control Literature Discord or my personal discord, Madam Kistulot's Domain!

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