Mind Control

Derek Baxter, 31, had lusted after Kate Middleton, the Princess of Wales, ever since he'd seen her on TV during the Royal Wedding, when she lived the fairytale dream of becoming a princess marrying a prince. She'd been so beautiful on the screen in her white dress, he knew he had to have her one day, as his very own sex ****. Obviously Derek wasn't a Royal, in fact he wasn't much of anything, just a technician living in the back end of Slough, but he had a plan. He knew that Middleton would one day be his, thanks to a new technology he had been tinkering with.

It was a small microchip that he had designed, which would act as a kind of neurological scramble once it entered the brain through the bloodstream. It made whoever it was used on totally susceptible to any suggestion, making them a perfectly obedient ****. He had tested it on his annoying colleague Francine and discovered that it worked perfectly, but obviously she was just a commoner. He desired Royalty. Francine was left free to continue her life oddly open to suggestion from people, even random strangers, but otherwise never too aware of her newfound obedience.

The question now was how to get the microchip into the Princess.

He'd injected it into Francine with a small needle he'd designed, leaving barely a pinprick on the skin so that it was otherwise undetectable. Colleagues in the office were one thing however, a princess surrounded by security detail was another.

There was one way to get near the Princess though. During private functions the Royals would go to handshake admiring members of the public, giving Derek the perfect opportunity to strike. He scoured royal schedules and newspapers to find the perfect time to inject the chip. He soon set upon it: the opening of a new hospital wing in West London, where only the Princess of Wales would be in attendance. The Prince of Wales was away in Scotland on other duties. The time and place were perfect, Derek just needed to play his cards right.

He positioned himself amongst the adoring crowds outside, and cheered with them when the Princess climbed out of her car. Despite all his planning, Derek still felt nervous. He had to do this exactly right. If he didn't inject the chip properly, or for whatever reason it didn't work, he could end up in a lot of trouble.

She was approaching. He held the needle carefully, needing to hold it just right to inject it. She was shaking hands, this was it, the moment. She approached him, and he stared into her luscious green eyes as he reached out his hand. She smiled absently at him as she shook his hand, not even noticing the slight prick of the needle as he pressed it into her palm. Derek then whispered directly at her,

"Slip away from your guards after the function. Disguise yourself. Meet me in the hospital car park."

He'd said it quickly but made sure to pronounce every syllable. Luckily with the cheering crowds they were out of earshot, although obviously if it hadn't worked, he could end up with a security guard tackling him to the ground any second.

Kate continued to smile at him, then moved onto the next member of the public like nothing had happened. Derek couldn't be sure what had happened. Had she misheard him? Had the chip not worked? There was only one way to find out. When the Princess finally entered the hospital, Derek made his way in.

The car park was underground and accessed through an elevator in the hospital. It was a good place for clandestine meetings. Derek had parked his car there and just sat and waited. According to the schedule the function would last an hour. Would Kate be able to do it?

Above him in the hospital, Kate had just finished cutting the ribbon for the new hospital wing. People were smiling and shaking her hand, and she smiled back, but she suddenly felt very distant. Her mind became completely detached. It was that man. That strange man outside had said something to her. She needed to meet him...meet him in the car park? She continued to thank the doctors and nurses and shake hands, but towards the end she turned to her security and whispered, "I need to use the restroom."

The guard nodded, having done a sweep of the area already, and led her to the nearest facilities, one of the doctor's restrooms. When Kate entered, she saw that it was more akin to a changing room, with toilet cubicles in one section and benches and lockers in the other. More importantly though, was that there was a vending machine full of doctor's scrubs.

She didn't know why, but Kate knew she needed to obtain the scrubs. She went to a cubicle and rolled her fist up in toilet paper, then returned to the vending machine and began to punch at the glass screen. After a few forceful hits she smashed the glass all over the floor, but her hand in the tissue managed to get out unscathed. She reached in and grabbed one of the scrubs, ripping it open for the contents inside.

She unzipped her gorgeous green velvet dress, and ripped it off without ceremony. She quickly put on the unflattering blue paper scrub top and bottoms, and secured her face with a face mask. She remembered her ear-rings might be a giveaway, so she gently took them off and dropped them on the discarded dress. There wasn't much she could do about her heels.

The next part would be tricky. There wasn't technically meant to be anyone else in the bathroom, but if she slipped out casually enough, her security guard would take a second to process that it had been someone other than the Princess of Wales stepping out. Opening the door, she quickly walked out as normally as she could. The guard looked at her and didn't notice the heels, just nodding to himself that a female doctor was walking past. It was only when she was in an elevator that it dawned on him that no one else should have been in there. He ran into the restroom, and stared in stunned silence at the green dress on the floor.

It was too late. Kate was disguised and well on her way to the car park, taking the elevator down to the basement level where Derek was waiting.

She did wonder why she was doing this. It was a bit odd to just slip away from security like this to meet a total stranger, but she just suddenly knew she had to do this. When she entered the car park she saw Derek waiting on the car hood.

Derek couldn't hide his excitement when Kate suddenly appeared. Despite her face mask he recognised that sleek brown hair instantly. More importantly, it had worked! He had successfully mind controlled the Princess of Wales!

"Hello Kate," he smiled at her as she arrived.

Kate was a little taken aback. Who was this man calling her Kate? She was Princess Catherine Windsor after all,

"Um, excuse me, but who are you?" she asked through her face-mask,

"Get into the car and I'll tell you," he replied jovially.

Despite her suspicions about this uncouth, dishevelled-looking man, Kate knew instantly that it was naturally a good idea to get into the car with him. He opened the front door for her and she amiably took a seat. He got into the driver's seat and just said, "keep wearing the face-mask."

Once again, Kate thought it was perfectly natural to keep wearing this disguise. Once they were out of the car park and driving on the motorway towards Slough, Derek finally began to speak.

"I am your Master now, Kate," he chuckled, "you will know me by no other name."

Kate thought this was very odd, but again she supposed that people did have all sorts of names in this modern world. He's my Master now though? What does that mean?

"I still don't understand what's happening...Master..." she queried,

"Your life as a princess is over now, Kate."

Kate was taken aback, "Oh...are you sure...?"

"Positive," Derek said authoritatively, knowing this would be the biggest test, "your my property now."

"Property?"

"My ****. You will do everything I command."

"Oh..." she said again, her mind trying to process the new information, trying to find flaws in it, like there was something wrong. Except there wasn't anything wrong, she realised. She was no longer a Princess. She was this man's **** and he was her Master.

"I understand." she relented finally.

"Very good, ****. Now I understand you have a family that may wonder where you are. Don't worry about them, they're happier without you."

"They are?" That was odd, she thought, she loved her family. Were they really happier without her?

"Yes. You should never try to contact them. They never want to see you."

"I..." again her mind struggled to register this, "...understand." she murmured finally.

"Good," Derek replied, smiling. She smiled back, happy to have pleased him.

Once they arrived at Derek's dingy house, they pulled into his garage and he made sure to close the shutter before she got out. Couldn't be too careful.

Once he had her in his old living, he proudly pronounced, "Well Kate, here's your new home!"

Kate looked around distastefully, feeling like this drab little house was a far cry from the beautiful palaces she'd once known. That life was over now, she reminded herself. Her Master was right, she lived here now.

Derek sat down on his settee and said, "Time for you to put on a show now, ****. Take those scrubs off."

At this point Kate was happy to do so. The papery things were uncomfortable to wear. She pulled the top off, then the bottoms, revealing her slim, athletic figure to Derek, clad only in her bra, panties and tights,

"Take those off as well, Kate. Slaves are meant to be naked remember?"

Kate didn't remember that. How silly of her. Of course she should be naked with Master. She promptly unclasped her ornate bra and dropped it to the floor, revealing her small but pert breasts to Derek. The heels came off, then the hosiery and panties quickly followed, leaving the Princess of Wales as naked as the day she was born. Derek basked in the sight, looking her up and down in all her beauty. Though older, Kate had certainly kept herself fit and healthy. She had creamy smooth skin and a near-hourglass waist. Her bush would need a bit of pruning, but he could deal with that later. Right now he could already feel a strong hard-on in his pants. He began to unzip his fly and said with a leer,

"Well ****. Why don't you start your new life with me by giving this a good servicing?"