Having half of my debt erased wasn't the reason I decided to sell my time to the Master of the Mansion. The papers I signed contracted me to work at his estate under some very interesting conditions. Conditions I completely embraced and admittedly hoped for. Sure, my debts were important and somewhat crippling, but I knew I could feasibly pay them off. Eventually... 

 

The real reason I sought out the Mansion and its Master was because of the rumors that hinted they used very unorthodox ways to train the contractees in their assigned roles. Those rumors, I'm happy to say, were not just idle gossip. They were very real.

 

The 19 days I spent working as an entertainment girl at the Mansion turned out to be everything I had hoped for. The drugs and special videos they showed me every day gave me a wonderfully erotic and floaty feeling that transformed each of my service days into a kinky fantasy. The first week, I did little more than parade my body around half naked while wearing a wide variety of skimpy outfits that left very little to the imagination.

 

But it didn't bother me because I was rather proud of my humble figure so I didn't mind.

 

Well... I couldn't mind...

 

And that's what turned me on the most!

 

Being an entertainment girl meant that I was first and foremost a pretty thing to look at, but it also meant that I played games with the guests and was often required to dance for them, which only served to make me hornier. The protocol they were brainwashing into me ensured that nothing except my tasks mattered to me. I was completely and utterly devoted to being a happy entertainment girl. And I was. The pure joy I felt for those 19 days was addicting to say the least.

 

To my intense delight, I soon realized that my hopes about life at the Mansion were most definitely founded. Every day, I would bare witness to erotic scenes that made it clear that every single girl here was sexually available for the Master of house. And his select guests... I knew that most girls were like me, completely abled and willing to play their erotic roles within the Mansion, but on some occasions, my mind imagined that some of them only performed their tasks because they simply couldn't disobey. That they were compelled to perform sexually when they would obviously not. And on some level, I knew it was probably true for some. 

 

I knew I was a new girl and as such, my 'brainwashing' wasn't quite complete, so I assumed the Master was reluctant to make use of my body. After all, 19 days was a rather short amount of time to convert someone into a willing sex toy.

 

But since I was there because I was turned on by the whole process, I decided to offer myself to him by telling him that I was available for his pleasure should he wish it. He politely thanked me for my offer, but didn't make good on it right away. A full 2 weeks went by before he whispered in my ear that my entertainment duties would, should the offer still stand, include a few happy endings. I was already a dripping mess by then so it took little deliberation on my part before I decided to show case my sexual eagerness. 

 

My time as a sexual entertainment girl at the mansion turned out to be way too short!

 

When my required 19 days were done, I was tempted to ask if the Master of the Mansion would pay the rest of my debts so I could stay longer, but James, the butler, reminded me that some breathing time was required for the Master to think about my time with him. Time he always required after sampling a new staff member so he could decide if I would be allowed to work for him again. I was disappointed, but also confident that my talents as an entertainment girl left a positive impression on the Master.

 

I smiled as I thought about the last night I spent with him... Such a carnal affair... If his exhausted satisfaction was anything to go by, I was sure he wouldn't be opposed to having me work at his Mansion again.

 

My thoughts lingered on all the things I had seen and experienced, making my hand drift down to my soaked panties. It had been 3 weeks since I left the Mansion and still, the arousal I felt was still so fresh. Every day, I would debate with myself and fight a growing urge to contact James to ask if I would be allowed to work there again. Every day, I would convince myself to be patient and ended up masturbating instead. I wanted to go work for him again, but I didn't want to come across as a needy slut either.

 

Even if I felt like I was.

 

I even fantasized that just maybe, my growing neediness was a result of the brainwashing I had undergone. Maybe there was some lingering part of my training that pushed me to want to work for him again. But I knew it wasn't. I always fantasized about living out such a kinky dream and now that I had experienced it, I wanted more of the same.  

 

I was in the midst of enjoying such fantasies, rubbing myself into an exquisitely mindless stupor, when a polite knock at my door shattered my pleasure. I managed to yell a quick 'just a moment' before I got myself presentable and raced to the door. I racked my brain to figure out who would come to my home without calling me first. Was it a salesman? A neighbor in need maybe?

 

Regardless of who I thought it could be, I wasn't prepared at all for who actually stood in my doorway when I opened it.

 

"James?" I asked in disbelief.

 

Standing there, wearing the same black suit he always wore and sporting his trademark monocle, was the Mansion's Butler. 

 

"Good evening Miss Smith." he said as he bowed respectfully. "I trust you have been well since we last spoke?"

 

He straightened up and smiled at me.

 

"Huh... Yes. I've been very well thank you!" I said, still trying to figure out what he was doing at my door.

 

"Wonderful news!" he said with his usual smile.

 

"So what brings you to my door James?" I asked.

 

For a split second, I saw his features tense, but they immediately smoothed over as he smiled.

 

"I'm afraid I have troubling news for you Miss Smith. Might we not discuss things within your home?" he asked.

 

"Huh sure... Come in come in!" I said as I motioned him in. 

 

We went to the kitchen to take a seat. His manner was respectful and polite, like it always was, but something about him felt off.

 

"Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid I don't have anything your refined tastes would qualify as tea though..." I said.

 

"Thank you for the hospitable offer Miss Smith, but I'm quite alright." he said. "Besides, my visit will be brief."

 

"Ok..." I said. "So what troubling news do you have for me then?"

 

He looked at me and for a second, his smile turned to pity before he lifted his briefcase and placed it on the table.

 

"I'm certain you remember the terms of your contract with us." he said as he opened the first lock on his briefcase. "And I'm equally convinced that in spirit, you certainly never meant to breach the terms of our very generous arrangement with you." he said, flipping open the second lock. "But when it comes to legal matters, the terms and conditions of a contract are rather... Black and white."

 

"Breach our contract?" I said, jaw dropping to the floor. "I never breached our contract I swear! Why would I?"

 

He looked at me and again, for a second, I saw pity in his eyes before he opened his briefcase. 

 

"As I've stated Miss Smith, I'm certain that you never intentionally meant to breach our contract." he said as he pulled out some papers. "Yet, you obviously did."

 

He handed me the papers and I looked at them.

 

"What? No!" I said as I started to read.

 

It was a printed article in some backwater gossip paper. I gasped when I started to read about my own very erotic experiences their entertainment girl, which included the brainwashing and drugs they put me through. 

 

"I personally would never have thought you capable of such a breach of contract, but the journalist mentions you by name." James said.

 

As much as it shocked me to admit it, he was right! Further down in the article, my name was mentioned! Not my full name, but it was still my name!

 

"Combined with what we both know to be true about your time in our service, well, the picture regrettably becomes quite clear." he said.

 

I couldn't believe it!

 

"How the hell did this journalist get all this information?" I asked, still shocked.

 

"Are you saying that you have no recollection about divulging all this information?"

 

"YES!" I almost shouted. "I've never spoken with this person! Ever!"

 

I looked at James and paused when I saw the look on his face.

 

"Do not lie to me, Miss Smith." he said coldly. "You should already know that before I was tasked to come see you, there was a private investigation that revealed the truth of the matter. Tell me Miss Smith, did you not go drinking at the Hillside club on the 16th?"

 

"I..." I said, trying to remember. "Yes. I think I did."

 

James sighed and looked at the papers in my hand before looking back up.

 

"And might I assume that you have little to no recollection of the end of your evening?" he asked.

 

"Well... I was partying..." I said as bits and pieces from that night filtered through.

 

"I thought as much." he said, sighing heavily. "It gives me no joy to inform you that it looks like you were drunk enough to talk about your experiences with us."

 

"WHAT?" I asked.

 

"Our investigation revealed that the journalist approached you at the bar and managed to sweet talk you into divulging your experiences by posing as a girl that, like you, had worked for us. She no doubt told you about her own fake experiences, thus fooling you into talking about your own. Very dishonorable indeed, but it is what it is."

 

"No..." I whispered as I started to realize just how plausible James' words were. "I can't believe this... I never meant... No!"

 

He extended his hand and tenderly placed it on mine. He smiled and I felt pure pity emanate from his well groomed features. I felt tears start to well up as I recalled what would happen if I broke my contract with them.

 

"How bad is it?" I finally asked, trying not to sob.

 

He searched my eyes for a moment before smiling sympathetically. 

 

"Very bad Miss Smith." he said. "I'm afraid the legal terms of your contract state that in the event that you breached the non-disclosure agreement, you are liable to pay what amounts to 5 times the original debt we paid off for you."

 

"5 times?" I said, shocked. "No... This can't be real... I can't possibly pay all that money!"

 

"I'm afraid there is no way around this my dear." he said. "I would advise you to get the best lawyer you can get, but the Master's lawyers are well paid for a reason. I'm afraid there isn't a lawyer in the city that would even try to fight this in court. They would all tell you to settle and pay up. Declare bankruptcy even... One look at the terms of your contract and the evidence we already collected against you and they will all say the same."

 

"So basically I'm fucked! All because I got drunk one night and couldn't hold my tongue?" I said, tears running down my cheeks.

 

"It looks that way, Miss Smith. I'm truly sorry about this." he said, gently caressing my hand.

 

"Couldn't there be some other consequence?" I asked, trying to find a way out of this. "I mean... Couldn't I pay off that debt the same way I paid off the debt you paid for me? What if I worked at the Mansion for huh... What's 5 times 19... It's... 95! Yeah! 100 days even! What if I worked off what I owe the Master that way?"

 

He smiled and for some reason, it didn't comfort me at all. 

 

"I'm afraid that option isn't viable, Miss Smith." he said. "Think about it. This article will attract attention to the Mansion. So if people come investigating us, which I'm sure they will, what would they think if they found you still working there? The article speaks of drugs and brainwashing. The authorities find you at the Mansion, still working for us! How would that look to them? It wouldn't help us at all and would obviously make things worse."

 

"Right..." I said. "But... Fuck! I can't pay that much money! I'm still in debt and don't even have a decent job! I'll be forced to declare bankruptcy." 

 

"I'm afraid this very outcome is why it is included in our contracts, to deter anyone from disclosing our affairs." he said. 

 

"But I didn't MEAN to say anything! I was drunk! And and... You said they tricked me into thinking they had worked for you too! Wouldn't the courts take that into account?" I asked, getting desperate.

 

"You can always take this to court and aim to win Miss Smith." he said. "But I feel I must point out that even if the courts believed your plea and were tricked into breaching our contract, our lawyers will simply point out that the person approached you as a former employee. And as such, in full knowledge of your actions, decided to talk about your experience to someone that is not currently in our employment, which is still a breach of your contract with us."

 

"FUCK!" I said as tears poured down my cheeks.

 

"I'm sorry this happened to you Miss Smith. I truly bear no ill will towards you." he said.

 

"A lot of good that will do me when I walk the streets..." I muttered.

 

There was a heavy silence as I read the article again. How the hell could they have gotten so much from my drunk ramblings? I guess I'll never know unless I somehow talk with this journalist. But then again, what good would that even do? They knew it all now and it was all my fault. I was doomed...

 

"If I may..." James suddenly said as he took his monocle off. "Your idea of working off this new debt might actually be possible."

 

He carefully rubbed his eye piece, cleaning it thoroughly with his pocket handkerchief.  

 

"Really?" I asked. "How so? You JUST said that I couldn't work at the Mansion after this."

 

He breathed hot air on his lens and rubbed it some more before lifting it up to the light to inspect it.

 

"That is true Miss Smith, you cannot be seen working at the Mansion. However..." he said as he nodded and secured the lens to his nose once more. "I think there might be another option for you. One that wouldn't require us to publicly enforce the contract if you sign a new agreement."

 

"Really? And is there money in this new agreement? How much would I owe if I agree to this new contract?" I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

 

He smiled and for a split second, I swear I saw a hint of devious intent behind his carefully groomed features. But then again, James was always so hard to read so I couldn't be sure.

 

"Well Miss Smith..." he said. "I believe that, were you to agree to this second contract, I could persuade the Master to drop the charges regarding your unintended transgression."

 

"Why would he be persuaded to drop the charges?" I asked, not truly knowing why I was suddenly playing devil's advocate. "The damage is done! The article will come out and get him into trouble!"

 

"Very true..." he said. "However, I'm sure there could be ways to... Silence... The troublesome article and then, no one would know of our affairs or that you breached your contract."

 

"How could you silence..." I started to ask, but stopped myself.

 

"My dear Miss Smith, don't go imagining nefarious outcomes for the poor journalist. Money can buy many things, including silence."

 

"Oh..." I said, feeling foolish for imagining the worst.

 

"But, as you can easily imagine Miss Smith, the Master wouldn't be persuaded to clean up this mess for no return." he said.

 

"Hence the new contract?" I asked.

 

"Exactly." he said.

 

"So what is this new contract about? I know it's not to work at the Mansion... So what did you have in mind? What can I do to help you convince the Master to clean up this mess?"

 

He smiled.

 

"How do you feel about participating in a special kind of experiment?" he asked.

 

"Experiment? What kind of experiment?" I asked.

 

"Without revealing too many details..." he said as he looked at his pocket watch. "You already know all about our training protocols. Those protocols are only possible through past experiments. As it happens... We are in the midst of performing another exploration into various new protocols for our special brand of training. It was envisioned by the Master and would yield interesting results should it prove successful. It is all highly unsanctioned of course and it is completely off-book. If you decide to agree to participate, there would be no turning back for you. Not until the experiment is complete anyway... But if you agree, then this legal mess will go away and furthermore... Just to show our good faith... We would pay the paltry debt you still have left once the experiment is complete." 

 

"Ok... Not that I'm complaining... But why offer to pay me at all if I breached our contract and I already owe you?" I asked.

 

"Like I've just stated Miss Smith. It is a show of good faith." he said with a soft smile. "Think of it as our way to acknowledge the fact that your breach of contract wasn't intentional."

 

"Right..." I said. "Ok so... What do I have to do for this off-book experiment?"

 

"You would have to come live at the experiment facility for at least a month and possibly more." he said. "Once there, you should know that the whole experiment is designed around the subject's free will. You will be cared for and fed. You will have tasks to perform and things to do, but mostly, you will be left to live in the facility between tests. I'm afraid I can't say more than that Miss Smith."

 

"Ok..." I said. "So if I sign up for this experiment and see it through, you'll basically remove all my debt and the Master will clean up the legal mess I unintentionally put myself in. Right?"

 

"That is correct Miss Smith." he said. "I'm afraid that due to the nature of the article... I require that you decide tonight if you wish to agree to these terms. The time limit to effectively clean up this mess and limit the possible exposure to the Master is fast approaching."

 

"Right..." I said as I looked at the apartment around me.

 

One month or more huh? Seems like their experiment will be rather intense. The shock I felt slowly wore off as my kinky mind started to fantasize about what the experiment would be about. I already knew how intense their drugs and brainwashing were, so what else did the Master envision? More brainwashing? James said the experiment was about the subject's free will... That didn't sound like brainwashing to me unless they meant it was to remove a subject's free will.

 

Which would be insanely hot...

 

And insanely dangerous...

 

If their experiment was successful, what would happen to me after it was done? What would my mind be like? Would I still be myself?

 

I couldn't deny that the prospect of being mentally played with excited me, but at the same time, this could be very real while also possibly be very permanent. The fantasy of being brainwashed was exquisitely erotic, but it was a fantasy. The first contract I signed was safe and structured. It allowed me to experience my fantasy first hand in a controlled way.

 

As I looked at James, I had the feeling that this would also be controlled and safe. But it would obviously not be the same as what I already experienced with them. 

 

Which both frightened and excited me all at once.

 

I looked back at the article and sighed. Basically, I had to choose between declaring bankruptcy or being possibly brainwashed. One would see me living in the streets while the other offered mysterious mind altering experiments. 

 

As I felt my pussy clench, I realized that I had already made my choice.

 

"Ok James, I'm game. Sign me up for the experiment." I said as I handed him the papers. "I'd rather take my chances in your tests than fight this in court."

 

"A wise choice Miss Smith." he said as he gathered the papers.

 

I watched him put them away before he pulled out another set of papers. He gave them a once over before handing them to me.

 

"This is the new contract. It states that you give your consent to participate in a psychological experiment designed to gather data about the manipulation of the human psyche. It states that you consent to give up your freedom to participate in this 24 hour a day 7 days a week experiment until such a time as it is completed. There will be no body modifications of any kind and as before, we engage ourselves to keep you healthy until the termination of the experiment."

 

"Woah..." I said as I took the contract. "You had this ready?"

 

"I did Miss Smith." he said. "From everything I've come to know about you, I wagered that you would accept this unorthodox solution. And if I'm honest, I also hoped you would. I did not wish to see you fall into more financial troubles."

 

I smiled.

 

"Well you always looked out for me while I was at the Mansion. As well as look out for all the other girls." I said. 

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"I did." he said while bowing his head. "Simply performing my duties Miss Smith."

 

"One could argue that you went above and beyond on some occasions..." I said with a fond smile.

 

I looked over the wording of the contract and like the one James had me sign before, it was clear and well worded. When I reached the last page, James handed me a pen and I signed.

 

"Ok... There..." I said as I handed him the contract. "What now? When do you want me to start?"

 

He looked over my signature and filed it away in his briefcase before pulling out a small container. From it, he pulled out a bright yellow pill and offered it to me.

 

"It has already started, Miss Smith." he said with a smile. "Would you be so kind as to take this pill and swallow it? No need to worry about all other arrangements, we will take care of everything."

 

"Tonight?" I asked. "Why so sudden?"

 

I took the pill and looked at it.

 

"Well..." he said. "Because of the article, it would be easier for all concerned if you fell off the radar, so to speak. Sooner rather than later in fact. But also, as I've stated, the experiment is already underway and the sooner you join in, the sooner you'll be done and free to resume your life. Debt free I might add."

 

"Right..." I said. 

 

I looked at the pill and had a fresh wave of doubt as I realized that I was about to be whisked away from my life. Not to go live out a fantasy in an expensive Mansion as an entertainment girl, but as a guinea pig for some unknown psychological experiment. It felt all so sudden! I looked up and saw James look at his pocket watch again. His calm features betrayed just a hint of concern and I figured that the deadline he was talking about was indeed fast approaching. 

 

I took a deep breath and swallowed the pill whole.

 

"Excellent!" he said with a genuine smile. 

 

"So... What now?" I asked. "What will this pill do to me?"

 

"It will safely put you in a deep sleep for transport. Due to the off-book nature of this experiment, we have to take measures to prevent people from discovering the location of the facility. You will awaken fully rested I assure you. Furthermore, once you wake up, you will be inside your room at our facility."

 

"Extreme... But I guess I understand." I said.

 

I looked at James and his careful smile turned... Satisfied.

 

I was about to comment on it when a wave of drowsiness washed over me. I felt my body get incredibly heavy as I leaned back in my chair. My vision was getting blurry, but I could still make out James' face, which looked strange. For some reason, it looked like he was eying me...

 

More specifically... Eying my body...

 

And the smile he had wasn't composed or polite...

 

He looked... Pleased...

 

I watched him look at his pocket watch again as the drug induced fog grew thick in my mind.

 

"Oh my dear Mary... I can't tell you how pleased I am that you agreed to participate..." he said, his tone losing all semblance of politeness. 

 

Or did I imagine it? Surely I did because I had never heard James speak in such an unofficial tone.

 

"I'm looking forward to seeing how you turn out..." he added, eyes leering at me.

 

Or were they?

 

It was certainly strange that the drugs made me hallucinate that James would act and look as anything less than a perfectly composed butler. With all the naked ladies he saw at the Mansion, I had never seen him openly lust after them and assumed he was either very professional or simply not into women.

 

Or were the drugs tapping into my kinky fantasies?

 

I couldn't be sure as the fog plunged me into dark oblivion.

 

 

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I sipped my drink as I watched the confirmation email come in. Mary had safely arrived at the facility and processed to her room. I smiled as I picked up the article I had shown her. Mary was a bright young woman with a clear desire for our special brand of mental control. In many ways, she was a perfect candidate for the experiment and would no doubt prove to be entertaining to train. I was somewhat concerned when I sat down with her, however, I truly thought she would remember the part of her original contract that stated that our brainwashing would include steps to prevent her from talking about her time with us.

 

It seems that she had forgotten all about it, which was good.

 

After all, it would have been harder to explain how the alcohol bypassed her incredibly effective conditioning. I could have explained it away as being a fluke and that for some reason, her mind didn't accept that part of her brainwashing, but that simply wasn't true.

 

I smiled as I placed the article in the paper shredder.

 

In fact, it was just as untrue as this article...