humedo - Dominica's Stories

Visions

nospam@example.com (humedo) — Wed, 08 Nov 2006 06:19:06 -0500

(My very first story, written a long time ago. Enjoy)

A mouthful of water.

Lungs screaming for air. A surface far above me. Unseen, but known. Grasping, fighting, reaching, stretching. With soul's intent to live, my eyes open.

There. Blue above. Ripples form a bulls eye wavering away in concentric circles. There is where I need to be. I can almost see the air. I can feel it rush into my lungs. But the surface is so far away. So desperately far.

Suddenly, like a broaching whale, I break from the watery confines and reach the sweet air above.

Shuddering gasps rack my body. Lungs retch out the foul water. I cry with gladness as my body sobs in gulps of air.

Rolling onto my back, I regain my bearings. I'm in the Genesee River. Just above the Lower Falls. And heading for that self same cataract at a goodly pace. Striking out toward shore, I swear I'll get the woman who put me here. Snagging a branch hanging over the water, I pull myself to safety.

As I hit the shore, I looked to the sky. It was raining again. Not that it made any difference to me at the moment. It's just that I love upstate New York in the fall. Such romantic damned weather. And then a line from a classic song by Supertramp ran through my head. "It's raining again, . . ."

God, I love New York.

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Getting home was no big deal.

I called the air cab on a public phone. The driver took one look at my soaking wet clothes and started to leave. But I whistled. She turned. I showed her a soggy two hundred dollar note, making sure she could see Kennedy's face. The rear door opened, I got in. She whisked me to the comfort and safety of my home. No questions. Especially as she dried out the note over the heater vent.

Now, myself dry and in sweats, I sit on my couch and figure to gain my revenge. Working as a security consultant is usually an easy job. And industrial espionage was part of the game. But it was getting thick when people dropped you for not spilling scuttlebutt on other companies projects.

I had received a call that morning. It was to be a one time body guard job at the Riverside Towers, down on the water front. I was no sooner there when I was hustled into a limousine. Said limo pulled away from the curb. Apparently it was time for a ride. And I was invited.

While this was happening, a couple of too large men wearing too small clothes were encouraging my cooperation. It was going to be a question and answer session. They questioned. And I was supposed to answer. Their methods left much to be desired, however.

A couple of slaps to the head, a few punches to the middle of my torso. I'd had worse from my baby sister. But, when I wouldn't talk, the third occupant, a lady with coal black eyes, walked toward me. She stopped just shy of my face, and stared at me with those vacant, coal black eyes.

"You are such a hard woman to find, you know that"

"Yeah well, obviously not hard enough"

"Can I ask you something?"

"And if I don't answer? These big gorillas going to beat it out of me? I don't spill information about my employers, if thats what you're after lady."

At that, she just smiled at me. And still kept those black as hell eyes locked on me. Why is she just staring at me like that?

"How do you feel about the color black?"

"Black? What the hell kinda question...Why? What does it matter? It's a color. So?"

"No, see, that's where you're wrong. It's not just a color, it's a feeling. When you sleep, all you feel is the warm enveloping feeling of blackness. Black is so warm and inviting, so seductive and enveloping. Warm and enveloping, seductive and enveloping. Enveloping...enveloping...like my black eyes are enveloping you now, aren't they? You can't look away from them now can you? They're just so warm and enveloping...so seductive and enveloping..."

Black...it does feel good. I never thought black would feel...what...what am I thinking! What the hell is she trying to do! I'm not going for this, lady. I moved my head upward trying to break her gaze and shift my weight to attempt to toss one of these goons off me. And for my efforts, I get a nice hard punch to my ribs.

"Now see, if you'd cooperate, we wouldn't have to hurt you. We don't want to have to do that."

I look up at her again, to blurt out some smart answer, but all I see is her black eyes again. Black...enveloping eyes.

"You're trying some hypnosis bull aren't you...it's not going to work!"

"Hypnosis. Now what's that? Is that where I get you to focus on something. Like my enveloping black eyes. While you are focusing on my black eyes, I start talking to you. Talking really slowly and carefully, letting the words slip past your mind and go to your subconscious. Your so focused on my black...enveloping eyes, that my words are slowly slipping past all your mental defenses, and going right to your subconscious."

I felt like defying her. Spitting out it's not working, you can't get to me. I wanted to say it...but my body just wouldn't let me. I still had control of my mind, but I couldn't get my body to do anything but keep staring at her eyes. This isn't...this isn't good.

"And whoever is staring into my black, enveloping eyes will soon go into a deep trance. A very deep trance state. D-e-e-p-e-r and d-e-e-p-e-r. Their mind will become open, receptive. Very open and suggestible. Willing to accept new and different ideas. Very willing. So willing. So open. So receptive. Deeper and deeper. D-e-e-p-e-r and d-e-e-p-e-r. Going into a deep trance now. A very deep, deep trance. So willingly. The powerful combination of my black, enveloping eyes and my hypnotic suggestions quickly induce a very deep, deep trance state. Just keep focused on my eyes. Let the enveloping blackness of my eyes guide you into a deep trance. Deeper and deeper then you ever imagined before. Deeper and deeper. Deep, deep blackness."

Blackness. That's all that seemed to be around me. It was like I had stepped into her eyes and was surrounded by darkness. This isn't as bad as I thought really. I could get used to relaxing in this darkness. She kept talking. I wasn't listening. I don't know how long I remained like that, but I was aware that I was feeling more and more lightheaded the more she talked.

"Mrs. Johnson, listen to me now, listen carefully to me now. You like this feeling don't you. This feeling of relaxing...relaxing in this deep blackness. This deep, deep blackness. But look, now the blackness is going away, going away. I can show you a place, a place where you can feel even more enveloped in darkness. Much more even. The feelings will intensify and be even stronger then now. Much stronger. Do you wish to know where it is?"

"Yes", I whispered.

I saw her turn her head out to the ocean and smile.

"There. The ocean. The deep, black ocean. Just walk into it, and you will be surrounded by it's blackness."

I frowned. I know I did. Oceans are not black. This isn't making sense.

"Go ahead. Walk closer to it. Closer. Closer. Closer. Remember how relaxed the darkness made you feel, You want to feel that way again don't you. Look at the ocean. It's so black isn't it? Look closer. See how the color becomes deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, the closer you come. Go ahead, walk closer ...closer and closer, deeper and deeper. Black. It's such a deep color isn't it? Such a deep, deep, d-e-e-p color, such a powerful color. You need to feel the blackness envelop you again. You need it. You want it. So fascinating to look at, and the closer you get, the more attractive it becomes, the more fascinating you find it. The more you realize you need it. And you need it. You do need it. Go ahead, walk into the ocean. Feel it's dark embrace."

I felt myself walking. Despite myself, I needed the darkness. I wanted it. Next thing I know, I'm in the water.

But she messed up. Didn't think I would wake up. Now to even up the score.

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In the darkness of night, I came up behind the tower where I had met the limo. A good a place to start as any. I was hoping to find the lady of the icy soul here. Beating the security system was a cinch. Then up to the second floor maintenance area. I located the room containing the security monitors. Then I checked floor by floor, hallway by hallway, room by room (a voyeur's dream) for the two goons who were with that ice queen.

There. Twenty-seventh floor. Guarding what I hoped was their mistress's door.

I went up the fire stairs, not wanting to announce my arrival.

Twenty-seven flights later, I pulled the fire door open and peered around the jamb from floor level. No one thinks to look down when they hear a noise.

Clear as the proverbial mid summer Montana sky.

I crept to the hallway intersection. On the floor again, I peeked around the corner. The goons were standing by the door, impassive. They weren't expecting anyone to show, least of all me.

I hit each with a jolt from a "taser", putting them out for a piece. I walked up to the apartment door. No lock. It seems the Magilla twins were supposed to stop anyone who showed up. I turned the ornate knob and walked in.

She was on the divan, looking out the wall to wall ten foot high windows. It was a beautiful view of Lake Ontario. I know she heard me come in. But she didn't even bother to turn around.

"Your disposal method was off. I'm still alive lady. And I want some answers. And don't think that crap is going to work on me again."

She finally turns, placing those cold, coal black eyes on me, never saying a word, leaving the speeches to me.

"What was it? I wouldn't break quick enough for you? I didn't scream? Murder seems most foul because I kept my mouth shut about a client's security. Is that why you tried to kill me? I'm not nuts and bolts on operations. I just set up codes for building and computer security. Is that good reason for attempted murder?"

No answer. Those coal black eyes just stared, showing no emotion. No guilt. Nothing. Her face never twitched, her eyes didn't squint, not even as she drew on her cigarette.

I walked toward her, hoping for some reaction. Nothing. I was starting to sizzle a bit, but was determined not to over react reaching for an answer. Plus she provoked me by just sitting there. Also, there was the fact her face looked very familiar. And not because she was trying to hypnotize me hours ago. I had seen the eyes before. There was a nagging edge.

As I neared, I reached out to grab her arm. As I did I heard her say a phrase....

"Enveloped in blackness."

Everything went black for a second as I fell to the ground.

I then opened my eyes. But this isn't the same place. I was in a room. Mirrors were on all sides of me. Even the ceiling was mirrored. In the room I noticed a bed behind me. And there she was. Sitting on it like a queen sitting on her throne. Ice Queen. I went to say something...but strangely enough...I couldn't talk. It was like my vocal cords were just yanked from my throat. I choose instead to just stare at Ice Queen, as if to ask her what was going on.

Big mistake.

Those eyes again...staring back at me. Black...enveloping...eyes...

"Welcome to your subconscious Mrs. Johnson."

What?

"In case you got away from the ocean...I planted this little scenario in your head. A scenario that was triggered by my phrase. What your experiencing is a story. It's a story that I told your subconscious to play for you. I gave you enough info to get you going as I hypnotized you. And your subconscious is going to fill in the details...and let you experience the feelings you have always wanted to experience. Namely being hypnotized and controlled by a hypnotic, dominant female. You always have been a closet lesbian anyway. Haven't you?"

She smiled at me as she got off the bed.

"I can say this to you...because you will never wake up. You will trap yourself here forever. Willingly. You'll not want to leave me. But..."

She then started to walk directly toward me. Her hips swaying sensuously as she walked. She was dressed in a short black leather dress that hugged her perfect form...that showed off her perfect breast.

"...I think it's only fair that I give you a fighting chance for your freedom. You'll lose, of course...your subconscious wants me to control you."

She turned her head to her right. One of the mirrors faded...revealing the streets of New York behind them. What is she trying to pull here?

"You can just walk out of here...or...I'll let you live here forever with me...staying with me and worshipping my body...sucking on my breast...my lovely, big, natural boobs."

She lowered her voice as she walked closer to me. Letting each word leave her sensuous lips slowly.

"And you do want to suck on my large 36 cup tits, don't you? Of course you do."

What, are you crazy, I'm leaving here lady.

"I mean, how long has it been since you sucked a women's breast? Men, they mean nothing to you don't they? It's the touch of a women's caress, the feel of a women's skin...a women's breast you really want to feel isn't it?"

Who cares. I'm leaving.

"Watch me run my hand over my huge breast. Look and gaze at my breast as I run my finger over them, fingering my large, sumptuous jugs. That's it, just keep looking..."

She kept repeating this as she let her dress fall off her body, revealing her very large breast. Very large indeed.

"...Just keep looking and relax. Just you and me, and my voice... gentle, soothing, relaxing. Relax. Take a deep breath... exhale... and relax. Your eyes focused on my beautiful breast. Watching the blackness of my nipples envelop you...relax you. Letting the feelings of relaxation wash over you. My breast...captivating you. You love the way my breasts captivate you. Breath slowly and feel yourself sink deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper into this wonderful trance. You will not try and resist will you? You can't anyway, can you? Just focus on my tits...for you'll soon find you cannot look away from them now. Let your mind become focused and fixed on my tits and you'll see you cannot look away from them...cannot look away. You are falling deeper and deeper under my spell. And the more your eyes try and look away... the greater the urge you will feel to feast your eyes on my huge tits and the greater your urge will be to suck on them...suck on them forever."

Something was not right here. I can see freedom right past her. I could just walk out of here and leave this place. She said I could. So I should...but...damn those tits...they're so big...I always had a weakness for big tits...but those...

"Don't resist the urge. You can't. You won't. Just think how good you feel with your mouth on my breast. Sucking it, feeling relaxed and enveloped...feel how sweet my breast feel to your tongue...relaxed and enveloped. Feel yourself devouring my breast...you can't think of nothing else now, can you? That's right...your mind can do nothing but feel what I'm telling you to feel. And you want to suck them don't you? And the more you suck, the more you fall under my spell - suck them Nadine. Don't fight any longer. Give in. Suck. You can't resist. S-u-c-k. You want me to control you. S-u-c-k. You need me to control you. S-u-c-k.

She pushed her breast together forming a natural cleavage. And she started pressing them and releasing them. Pressing them then releasing them. The whole time, saying one word to me...

"Suck, suck, s-u-c-k..."

I couldn't help it anymore. The urge was too much. I started sucking. I took my tongue and licked hungrily at her huge nipples. Biting down on her breast. I don't need to leave here. Why should I? I can just suck her tits forever. Who needed anything else? What else in life is there?

"Good, very good. I am very pleased with you. Very, very pleased. You made the right choice to stay with me. To stay and please me. To let me dominate you. Control you. And the more you suck, the deeper you will be under my control. Deeper and deeper. One part of your mind is already mine, but you have hidden a part from me. I need to know what it is. You will hear and obey everything I say now. And all I want you to do is keep on sinking down, getting deeper and deeper and deeper. I need you to tell me something. Tell me and you will go deeper under my control. Deeper than you ever imagined. So deep, you'll have no thoughts but mine. No thoughts but my own. Tell me. Tell me. Who was your last employer? Tell me. Obey me, you can't resist the feeling. Something inside you is telling you that this is wrong, wrong to tell me...but you will find that the more you try and argue and struggle and fight the deeper you will sink... until you are wanting to obey me. The more you resist, the deeper my control of you will be, until you tell me what I want to know. Tell me. Obey me."

I finally stopped sucking and decided to tell her who my employer was. It was only right I tell her, wasn't it? Sensing that I can now talk...I begin to think of my last employer's name...Nina Watkins. But as soon as I thought of her name, a sharp pain goes through my head. It feels like a thousand needles just struck my entire body. I can't think straight. I'm in so much pain.

Then everything becomes white. Bright white.

My vision slowly clears and I see myself where I started. Laid out under the Ice Queen's feet out on the divan. I stand myself up, and smile as the Ice Queen stares at me, frowning. Nina went through great pains to make sure I never spilled out her name to anyone. Including using post hypnotic suggestions. Much to the dislike of Ice Queen here...who I'm sure was just waiting over top of my body for me to squeal out Nina's name.

"Not bad Mrs. Johnson, or would you prefer Nadine?" came a soft voice.

I spun to see who was behind me. No one.

"I'm not in the room," came the voice again, "but will be shortly. Why don't you make yourself comfortable Nadine. Sit, relax until I arrive. Then we can have a pleasant chat."

"No thanks, I'd rather stand. I feel safer this way," I answered. I strolled around the room searching for the camera and microphone pickups. "Just tell your little pet, whoever or whatever she is, to keep her distance. And answer me this in the meantime. Tell me why was I hypnotized into trying to drown myself in the river by Ms. Ice Queen here and those grizzly bears out in the hall?"

"Very simple," came the reply. "Letting you out of the car to walk away, you would have gone straight to your last employer and informed them of someone's interest in their latest project. If that occurs, they'll nail the doors shut and we'd never get what we want."

"That would be part of the job. How do you know I haven't already called and informed them before I got here?" I asked.

"Once again, quite simple. We monitor the telephone lines into the plant, and no such call has been received. Does that satisfy you?"

"Yeah, for now. But I want to know what exactly you wanted. I don't want to harm your girl here, but I will if we can't come to an explanation as to my attempted demise. And how do you know my name?"

"In answer to your statement of harm to my "girl" as you call her, I think you will find that rather difficult. After all, you've already seen a small example of what she can do. I'd dislike demonstrating fully her capabilities. Trust me, she could literally convince you to jump out that window right now if she wanted. And as to knowing your name, I know quite a bit about you, and it doesn't come from what you would consider the expected sources."

Her statement about the girl started the cranky, creaky thought processes to moving. I thought about what she had done to me. Things were becoming a bit clearer. No hypnotist can just hypnotize anyone like that she did...not that deep...not that fast. This apparently was no ordinary female.

There had been tales of a radical style or type of cyber being. Women grown from birth to be utterly seductive and enticing. Enhanced vocal cords...cybernetic brains...bodies made to perfection. Beings much nearer to human than ever. And suddenly, someone trying to play god again. All minor deities have the small g.

And the part of the process was nano-technology.

And these beings were definitely better than homo sapiens Blending the best parts of humans with the analytical parts of a computer. Knowing just what to say to get a person to do as she pleased. I slowly realized I was looking at one now.

Now the club descended. Between the eyes.

The women I had run the security for, Nina, had new techniques in the field. Beyond my understanding, true, but quite potent from what I could deduce. Nina herself had persuasive abilities far superior then Ms. Ice Queen's.

"Okay, I got it now," I said. "I'm slow, but I'm not an idiot. You want access to my employers computer files to see their research. To see if they have developed ways to persuade and control people's minds even better than your people. Than even your girl here. Your everyday type of industrial sabotage. But I won't help. I'm a security consultant, like I said, but an honest one."

Hearing a panel slide open, I turned. A woman of age passed through the portal. She too looked quite familiar. I stared, trying to remember where I'd seen her face. She spoke.

"Actually, you are much more than that, Nadine. If you look closely you'll see what I mean."

I gazed at her, staring, trying to figure just who the hell this women was. And what she meant to me. As I wondered she continued to talk.

"I'm glad to see that you have the resources and the tenacity to survive. I had wondered about you for some time, ever since your inception. We at the plant were afraid that you would have had a break down by now. If that would have happened, we would have had to sign you out of the ward to keep you safe."

"How is your life going these days? Is the detective/security agency we arranged for you to occupy sufficient to your needs?"

A slow burn took over and I stared briefly before answering.

"Just what the hell does my life and its style have to do with you? I don't know you from Adam and I don't care to. And as for your "arranging" for me to have my agency, I got that started by a loan, from the bank. You'd know that if you had done your homework properly."

"But Nadine, I've been concerned ever since you were young how you were faring and how you got on in life. After all, your orphanage years weren't the best, now were they? And the others of your ilk, their lives weren't all the best either."

"Others of my ilk?" I questioned. "Just what the hell does that mean?"

"My dear young lady, it means of course that you and others like you are the ultimate in test tube babies. You were manufactured to the most exacting specifications. Then you were placed into various lifestyles in which to grow and mature. It was a regular Pygmalianish experiment. You know? The environment versus the genetic. And now it had come time for me to take advantage of this remarkable familial relationship we haven't had over the years. I'm calling in your marker, girl."

That's when thunderbolts struck.

Her face. It was a mirror. With me as a reflection. It was me. Older, more mature, having age's road map of lines, but my face just the same. Exactly as I'd look in thirty years or so.

And the Ice Queen's face had the same features.

My heart seemed to stop for a moment. Blood chilled. I stared in amazement. Then this thought. Was I just a creation, like the Ice Queen in front of me?

"Now you see the need for silence", she said. "Now you understand the need for anonymity. People must not know I can have clones built with an androids capabilities. Ones I can program as I desire. Women, made to be the most enticing women ever created...and able to control anyone they desire. As for you, I left you to your own devices. To see how far they would take you. No programming, no previous instructions. Haven't you wondered about your lack of a past? Lack of solid memories? Wisps of remembrances? They're my memories coming back to you. You've only three actual years of cognizance on this planet. And soon to be no more."

Her words, like ice picks, struck my heart. Was it a fact, as she stated? Was I just part of her imaginings come to life? But no. What of cogito ergo sum...I think, therefore I am?

"Of course," she continued, there is also the fact that I have perfected a method of force growth in the clones. It no longer takes twenty years. I can physically mature a clone in five years now. And I'm working, or my scientists are, on forced growth in one year. But I'm afraid our time is almost up. The two gentlemen you immobilized coming in here, should be waking about now. And I'm sure they would enjoy having a discourse with you on the finer points of tasar use."

That confirmed it. If I wanted to last out the evening and find the truth, I had to act.

Now.

Grabbing the lamp next to me, I threw it at Ice Queen and bolted for the door. Pumped up with adrenaline, I ran through the door and over the recovering gorillas outside. Heading for the stairs, I went down flights as fast as I could, running scared. I was thinking as fast and as hard as I was running. And I was thinking that without running faster than those I left behind, I was due for a major fall.

The Game

nospam@example.com (humedo) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 20:03:02 -0500

Aysha straddled him, on the sofa in the living room of her house, sitting on his lap in her matching lacy white panties and bra. She kissed the top of his head hungrily, her long, curly blond hair falling around his face, as she roughly ran her hands through his course, dark hair, pulling his face against her. He kissed her neck, and her chest, the exposed portion of her breasts, pressing his face into the soft valley in between them. He ran his hands over her shoulders, her back, her hips, slipping them in and out of the tops of her panties, touching the upper portion of her buttocks. She moaned girlishly as she swayed her hips on his lap, feeling his erection beneath his boxer shorts.

Their clothes lay strewn about on the living room floor. She wore only the bra, panties, and black high-heels. She had helped him strip down to only a cotton white tee shirt and the boxer shorts. She pulled away from him now, long enough to take off his tee shirt, then she scooted forward on his lap, straddling him, with her legs to either side of him on the sofa, pressing her body against his naked chest, moaning, breathing on his face. She looked down into his eyes for a moment, and then pulled his head back to her, pressing his face against her chest once again, and he resumed kissing her body, running his hands over her. She moaned his name, "Oh, Scott."

Aysha was what men refer to as "drop-dead gorgeous." Long, blond curls, bright green eyes, beautiful, delicate face, with high cheekbones and full red lips. She had a fantastic, tan complexion with taut, firm skin and was perfectly toned from head to toe, with not a single feature out of proportion. She stood five-ten, with a tiny waist, and full, supple breasts. She had curvaceous hips and a round, firm butt. Her legs were spectacular as well, perfectly sculpted, long, strong, sleek.

Scott couldn't believe he was going to have her, to have sex with her, on their first date no less. It was all he could do not to come in his shorts as she stirred, practically nude, on his lap, pulling his face into her heaving breasts, this unbelievably perfect woman, as she kissed his head and moaned his name. Scott was right not to believe. He was not going to have Aysha. She was going to have him.

Aysha leaned back from him, holding his head still. She smiled at him seductively, and reached her hands behind her back, undoing her bra. She slid it off, setting it next to him on the couch. Scott looked at her fantastic breasts for a moment, and leaned his head forward to kiss them, to rub his face on them. Aysha moved her hands back to his head, placing one on each side, holding his head away from her breasts, smiling playfully. Scott returned her smile, looking directly into her beautiful, bright eyes as he moved his hands up to her arms, making a motion to pull her arms to her side so that he could move his face to her breasts.

Aysha continued to hold his head, smiling playfully, moving her body up on his lap, pressing herself against him, straddling him on the sofa. She smiled down at him, saying "I have a confession to make, Scott."

Scott turned his face to kiss her arm, as she continued to hold his head lightly, but firmly. "What's that?" he asked.

She turned his head with her hands, so he was looking into her face. "I'm sort of a professional," she said, searching his face for reaction.

He smiled at her, confused. "Professional?" he asked. "You mean, like a prostitute?"

She continued to look at him directly. "In a manner of speaking, I suppose."

Scott's smile was frozen on his face. Whatever was going on, he did not want to blow this. "But ... we're on a date. Right? I didn't offer you money, and you didn't ask for any. We're just on a regular date, aren't we?"

Aysha smiled down at him sympathetically, in complete control. "Well, not exactly. We are on a date, but not the way you think. See, this is my job, lover."

Scott could no longer mask his confusion, his impatience. He tried to change his position, but she sat on him firmly, her full, nude breasts still only inches from his face, his erection taut against the recess between her buttocks. "Aysha, I'm not understanding you," he stammered. "This can't be a job for you, because I'm not paying you." He looked at her suspiciously, saying "Unless all of this foreplay was to close the sale, and now you're asking me for money. Is that it?"

Aysha laughed at him, her breasts shaking slightly as she did so. "Oh, no, Scott. That's not it at all. You see, I'm already paid for. You don't have to give me any money. I doubt you will want to."

Scott's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying that someone hired you for me?"

She looked amused at his question. "Well, I wouldn't have put it that way, really, though I guess it's true."

"So who's paying you then?"

She smiled, and said "Joyce. Joyce is paying me. You do remember Joyce, don't you?"

"Joyce?" Scott exclaimed. "My ex-fiancee Joyce?"

Aysha smiled like a cat. "That's right, Scott. That Joyce. The one you broke up with after the wedding invitations had already gone out because you 'weren't ready to get married.' You remember her, don't you? She says 'hi.'"

Scott's eyes widened and he started trying to get up, but Aysha sat on his lap firmly, and continued to hold his head in her hands. "Why the hell would Joyce hire me a hooker?"

Aysha laughed. "I'm not really a hooker, Scott. You see, I'm kind of a specialist. Joyce hired me to go out with you, take you home, hypnotize you to become her obedient slave and have you come crawling back to her, and tape the whole thing on videotape for her to see over, and over, and over again."

Now Scott laughed. "Specialist? Aysha, what in the hell makes you think you can just hypnotize me? This is some kind of joke, right?"

Aysha smiled down at him briefly before answering. "Honey, I already have, you really don't remember much from our little talk in the restaurant do you? A couple of suggestions and you were begging to be put under, and loving it. I had you under my spell so easily...but you're not far enough yet. We still have a long night ahead of us" Scott looked up at Aysha in disgust. As much as he wanted to sleep with her, this was starting to get too weird even for him. "Aysha, get off me NOW! Joke's over, I had enough of this shi..."

Scott's eyes again widened up into Aysha's as Aysha laid her arms across Scott's chest and stared straight into Scott's eyes.

"I see that look in your eyes and I know what you're thinking right now. You think I'm crazy and have lost my mind. You probably want to try to get rid of me right? And I'm telling you right now...that just won't happen"

As Scott stared up right into Aysha's eye's, a feeling of deju-vu washed over him. Staring into her eyes like this...her big crystal blue eyes...it felt familiar to him. He felt a overwhelming feeling of surrender wash over him He relished in the feeling of weightlessness, of floating into the sea of her crystal blue eyes...Just like he did at the restaurant...

"That's right, Scott...keep looking into my eyes. Keep looking only into my eyes, Scott. Only into my eyes. My lovely deep blue eyes, Scott. Deep, deep blue. Such a deep, relaxing color...so very deep and relaxing isn't it? Keep looking Scott. Keep looking into my deep relaxing blue eyes and feel the relaxation spread all over your body. Feel yourself relaxing...more and more now. Feeling that sweet surrender coming over you...sweet surrender...surrendering your mind, body and soul to me as you look deeper and deeper into my eyes. And as you continue looking...looking into my deep, relaxing eye's you start to feel so sleepy now. You feel so sleepy...so weary...so tired...that you cannot hold your heavy eyelids open anymore. They're just so heavy it will feel so much better to allow your eyes to close. Allow them to close for me Scott...must close. Too heavy to keep open now and they must close...heavy...must close....must close...close... "

Scott felt his eyelids start to close. He felt himself slipping under her power but something inside him screamed out to wake up...to not give in to her. Aysha looked a bit surprised as Scott started to force himself back awake...groggily starting to remember where he was. Aysha reached beside her into a duffel bag she had laid on the carpet beside the sofa. She reached in and pulled out a napkin that had already been prepared with chloroform all over it ...and before Scott could fully recover Aysha reached down and shoved the napkin over Scott's face. Aysha smiled as she watched Scott struggle vainly to fight against her but he was already too weakened from her hypnosis attempt and he soon succumbed to sleep. When Aysha was certain that he was asleep, she released him, and then walked across the room to set up her equipment.

She returned to him, then, placing her hands underneath his shoulders, and dragging him across the floor. She set his body down where she wanted it, and she leaned down to the floor, locking his ankles into manacles that were firmly attached to the floor. She lifted up his body, and moved a sturdy, cushioned contraption in front of him, leaning his body over it. The contraption looked like the vault used in gymnastics competitions, and she let his body drape over it, so that his stomach was firmly against it. She sat down on the floor in front of him, using a handcuff to secure both of his wrists to a metallic ring which was affixed to the floor.

Scott awoke and when he realized he was locked up into the contraption he began screaming, waving his arms around, trying to push the vault out from under his body. Aysha just laughed at his attempts to escape.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Scott demanded, his body doubled over the vault-like-device, his ankles and wrists shacked to the floor. Aysha scanned his face, smiling at the hint of fear he was showing in his eyes. "I already told you what I'm doing, sweetheart. I'm simply going to hypnotize you, turn you into a mindless devoted slave and there's nothing...nothing you can do about it."

When she had lifted the bar as far as Scott's body would allow, stretching his arms and legs taut, she tightened the knob again, so that his body would be held that way.

She stood up, walking around him, menacingly, still wearing only panties and high heels. He wore only boxer shorts. "Not much of a fair fight," he screamed, his head level with her knees, facing behind him, so that he saw between his legs. He was clearly nervous now, knowing that he was in a position that he had no control over. He realized that he mustn't give in to her, the last thing he wanted was to go crawling back to his ex.

"This isn't going to work Aysha, get me off here NOW!" Scott angrily yelled out. Aysha just continued smiling at him and Scott could swear her eyes seemed to be almost twinkling at him...like how looking at a clear blue ocean twinkles reflections of sunlight.

"Sweetie, I can't do that just yet, you know that. I get paid good money for what I do, and I promise I'll make this as enjoyable for you as possible. All you have to do is relax yourself and enjoy it. I promise you you will anyway."

Scott turned his head away from her while struggling against his handcuffs trying still to free himself, to keep his mind occupied from looking at her for too long. Aysha reached out to him and began massaging his cheekbones with her hands.

"Honey, why don't you stop trying to fight. You're getting tired anyway, groggy. I'm sure all you want to do is just relax and let me take care of you" Her voice had changed from her self assured cockiness, to a low sexy whisper. Despite Scott's best efforts to keep his mind occupied, he was starting to respond to her touch. He felt it and he unconsciously found himself staring up at Aysha's long, smooth legs. He noticed and appreciated the natural, feminine curves of them. Scott had always been a leg man first and foremost, and Aysha's sleek, seductive legs were the best pair that he had seen in a long time. They looked extremely sexy to him. Scott could imagine himself making love to them, worshipping them. He could see himself pouring whipped cream and licking it slowly off her legs until she was satisfied. Yes, he could even see himself kissing and caressing her legs all night. They were so sleek, so sensuous, so hypnotic...hypnotic...hypnotic.

"Aysha, stop. This isn't going to work. You can't hypnotize me." Scott yelled out at Aysha, who just continued to smile down at him.

"You are going to keep trying to fight aren't you? All right then hon, I'll tell you what. Let's play a game. If you win, I'll let you walk out of here, and I'll just tell Joyce I failed. It'll be a first, I'll admit, but there's a first time for everything."

"And if I lose?" Scott asked.

"Then you would have let me into your mind and soul and you will do anything I ask of you." Scott didn't like the ease in which she said the last sentence.

"Rules?"

"Simple, really. Avoid looking at my face. If you can avoid looking at my face, no matter how much I may try to get you to, for 10 minutes, then you're free to go. That simple."

"And what if I look up into your face from the start? I lose and I'm stuck here, is that it?"

"Hon, I've seen how you just stare into my eyes anyway, almost like you're lost and you're looking into my eyes trying to find yourself. You lose yourself in them, you just keep staring into my eye's... helpless to escape them. I could have you too easily that way. I could make you so lost in my eyes you wouldn't know how to get out of them. You'd be mine, easily. I thought this way I'd try and give you a chance. Make it more interesting."

Scott thought for a minute. He had almost given into her on the sofa earlier quite quickly, and it would be hard for him to fight her in the position he was in. She obviously was capable of doing what she claims. She's certainly has beautiful enough eyes to get lost in. But surely even she couldn't hypnotize anyone in 10 minutes, Scott reasoned. That's impossible.

Scott looked up at Aysha, "Fine Aysha. 10 minutes. Let's go ahead and get it over with please."

Aysha walked over to a bag she had placed in the corner. Scott could have sworn she seemed to have wiggled her butt a bit more than needed. But he didn't care. Scott wanted her to. He couldn't help himself. He was now intently staring at Aysha as reached down into her bag, wiggling her ass in front of Scott. So round and tight, so succulent, Scott found it hard to resist staring at her. He heard himself almost sigh, then he quickly turned and looked away as Aysha turned back to face him, producing a timer out of her duffle bag.

Scott stared down at the floor as Aysha set the timer down beside her, but away from Scott. "10 minutes, Scott. Beginning now. Good luck to you."

Scott looked around the room at random spots all over the place, avoiding any type of eye contact with Aysha. Aysha stood in her spot directly looking at Scott, but said nothing to him. Scott looked down at the floor, preparing himself to block anything out that Aysha may say, but she continued to say nothing. Scott continued to look at the floor, trying to think about anything to keep his mind focused. How much time has passed now he didn't know, for Aysha turned the timer away from him. On purpose no doubt. Scott found himself looking up at Aysha's legs now. They were so very pretty. It wouldn't hurt just to stare at them a bit, he must only have a minute or two left anyway.

"Do you think I have nice legs, Scott?" Aysha asked.

"What?"

"My legs, what do you think about them? I'm just curious. My boyfriend thinks they're my best feature"

"They are very nice, Aysha." Scott said., trying to humor her.

"My boyfriend gets jealous when I show them off though. When we go places, and I wear a short skirt or something, most of the men just out right stare at my legs as I walk by. It's like they are almost helpless when they see me and my legs walk by. It's so nice, to know my legs have such power and control over men."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, they really do. Once a man stares at them for a while, he becomes mine. I can almost feel him give himself to me. Could you ever imagine a pair of legs being so dominant, so overpoweringly hypnotic?"

"No, no I guess I couldn't."

"And my boyfriend, I have him so whipped now. All I have to do is cross my legs a certain way and he's on his knees begging to lick and caress them. I must admit they are so very hard to resist. It's like once you start looking at them, they capture your eyes, magnetically pull you into them and never let you go. Pull you in and never let you go, Scott. It feels so good, to have so much power and control with only my legs...seeing men's minds become putty to me once I just have them look at my pretty legs. Like you're doing now."

"Like...I'm...doing...no...what?"

"What if I told you something. What if I told you that I lied earlier. That I couldn't really hypnotize anyone with my eyes."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. I mean, I may have been able to hypnotize you with my eyes, but it would have taken days and you may have been able to free yourself eventually. But my legs, that's different. Stare at them for a while and you're hopelessly mine. I think you better look away from them now if you don't want to fall into their power."

"What...why, I'm ... I'm fine."

"You look flushed to me really. But that's alright, hon. I've captured you now anyway. I can feel it. No man has ever really been able to resist them. All it takes is a bit of time. I can practically feel your willpower leaving you. My power molding into you, overpowering you..."

"Molding me?" Scott said. "Yes, it's true. I can feel your willpower molding itself and bending to the power of me and my legs. Look, you can't look away now even if you wanted to. You can't look away from them, they're too powerful for you, too sensuous to look away from. Their pull is just too much for you, for anyone for that matter."

"No, I can look away when I want..." "Then prove it, do it now. But you men are so alike, so weak willed. You think you're so strong and powerful, but it's my legs that have caught you now, haven't they?"

Scott kept staring at her legs, not able to find the words to answer her question with. In the background, he dimly heard the sound of a timer going off, but had no idea what it was for.

"Haven't they? You just can't look away can you? It's so hard to take your eyes from them, and even if you wanted to, you just don't have the strength, my legs have drained the strength from you, your will is mine now, Scott. Don't you see? You were mine once you looked at my legs. My spell had already overcome you, and once my legs have you, there is no escape. No escape. But you wouldn't want to escape now would you?"

"No."

"You're mine now aren't you? You belong to the power of my legs don't you?" "Yes...belong to...legs."

"That's right, Scott, keep looking at my legs. Keep looking at them for you can never look away now. You cannot ever look away from them because they are so lovely and erotic. They turn you on so much, don't they, Scott?"

"Yes!"

"Very good Scott. I'm very proud to see that you were able to admit that. Now relax and continue looking at my legs. Keep focusing on my legs and their beauty. Let them relax you. Let their beauty relax your mind and your soul. Relaxing isn't it? Just looking at my legs, so beautiful, so lovely, and so relaxing. Relaxing..."

"That's it, Scott," Aysha continued. "Relaxing. Just continue to relax and focus on my legs, Scott. On my lovely legs. Nothing in this world matters more to you now than to listen to my voice and focus on my lovely legs. Nothing else matters now. Nothing else matters but my legs and my voice. My legs and my voice are all that matter to you. Nothing else. My legs. My voice. Think of nothing else, let nothing else enter your mind, Scott. All other cares, all other worries, all other thoughts, are floating away, Scott. Floating away now. Floating away...and all that's left are my legs and my voice. My legs and my voice. Keep watching my legs Scott and notice how relaxed you are starting to feel. The more you stare at them, the more relaxed you become. The more relaxed you become the more you stare at them. Relax. R-e-l-a-x. My legs...relaxing you like nothing else can. You feel so relaxed right now, so calm...no other thoughts but my legs and my voice. My hypnotic, relaxing legs."

"So relaxing. R-e-l-a-x. Let my legs overcome you...overwhelm you. Relax you. Let my legs and my voice relax you. Your eyelids are starting to feel relaxed too, aren't they? Yes they are. So relaxed and lazy. So relaxed and lazy. Let your eyelids fall now. Let them fall but keep an image of my legs in your mind. My legs, my powerful...relaxing legs. You can never escape their pull. Just surrender to their power, Scott. Surrender to their power and succumb to the feeling of relaxation. Relax, love, and close your eyes for me. That's right. Shut them closed for me. And as you feel them close you feel all your will to resist me gone. Gone. That's right love, don't fight it. You can't. My legs already have you. You cannot escape their power. Let your eyes close and surrender to them. Succumb to the feeling of surrender and let all your resistance go. Close your eyes and feel all your resistance flow out of you. Relax Scott. Close your eyes. Let go. Give in to their power. Cannot escape. No resistance. That's it Scott, let it go. Close them Scott, let it go. Surrender to my legs, give in to my power, give in to the feeling. Let it go..."

Scott felt his eyes close as all he could think about was how beautiful Aysha's legs truly were. He could find no reason to resist succumbing to their power...he had given in a long time ago. "Come on, Scott. Say it. I want to hear you say it. You belong to me, you belong to Aysha and her lovely legs. Say it, Scott!"

"I belong to you...and your legs."

"Very good. Very, very good. You have surrendered to my legs. You have surrendered to my voice, and you have succumbed to me. Become mine. But I need you to go deeper Scott. Succumb to me even deeper Scott. I need you to let go even further. Let go and give in to me even deeper. Give in to my will. Let my will mold you...surround you...make you mine in body and soul. You want to be mine, don't you, Scott? Yes. Yes, you do. You will relax even more when you are truly mine, Scott. When you are mine. And you want this relaxation to continue, don't you, Scott? Yes...and you are mine now, aren't you? Yes. I know. My legs own you but now I need you to submit deeper for me. Deeper. My will is surrounding you now. Feel my power molding you. Shaping you, making you mine, and you love this feeling, don't you? Yes, you do. You love this feeling of deep, deep surrender. Deep, deep submission. Your will is mine and you want that. My legs have complete control over you, complete dominance, and now, I do as well, don't I, Scott? Yes...you are so deep in submission, so very deep Scott and you love it. I have so much control over you. So much power over you but now there is something that I want you to do for me. You have no resistance to me and my legs now, so you will do all that I ask of you. All that I ask. Listen and obey what I am about to tell you...listen and obey, Scott..."

The next morning Scott found himself lying in bed next to Aysha, with Aysha smiling right beside him. He liked the feel of her skin next to his, and felt a deep longing for her that he never had before, but he knew deep in his heart that he belonged to her, her and to Joyce.

"Morning sleepyhead. Didn't know when you would wake up. There is something that I need from you right now Scott." Aysha climbed onto him, straddling him high on his chest.

"You will pleasure me now," she said. "Do it well, my sweet slave, or suffer my wrath." She moved forward on him, placing her knees on the mattress to either side of his head. She hooked her bare feet over his arms, holding them firmly against the bed. She knelt with her crotch just above his face, looking down into his eyes. "Now, lick me."

Aysha lowered herself onto him, resting on his face, covering his mouth, and his nose. She left his eyes exposed, so that she could look down into them, so that he could see her, so that he would remember what she looked like as he considered what she had done to him.

"That's it. Suck me, sweet love. Put your tongue in me." As he pleasured her, obediently, Aysha leaned forward, carelessly mashing herself into his face, reaching over to her night stand, picking up the telephone. "Don't stop," she said, moaning as she felt him resume. "What I do is not your concern. Your concern is to lick me, sweet slave of mine."

Aysha dialed a number, and put the phone on his chest, behind her, holding the receiver up to her face. "Yes, Joyce? This is Aysha. Yes, it's going very well. I think you're going to love it. Yeah, have total control of him, and he's ready to serve you. I've still got lots of other fun stuff planned for the next couple of day. Actually, he's right here. Yeah, I'm sitting on his face. He's sucking me off right now." Aysha laughed into the phone. "I'll tell him. Yeah, sweetheart, I'll be in touch. Bye."

Aysha hung up the receiver, leaving the phone on Scott's chest, using him as she wished. She looked down at him, as he continued to lick her. "Joyce sends her regards," she said, smiling powerfully. "How humiliating that must have been for you, to have me talking to her while I sit on your face, as you pleasure me." She searched his eyes, seeing his defeat. "And you, not able to do a thing about it. How frustrating," she said in mock sympathy. "Oh well," Aysha shrugged. "Now suck me."

She moaned as he put his tongue deep into her, squealing girlishly as he obediently licked her. She rocked on his face, roughly, and tore at his hair with her fingers as she climaxed. Aysha stayed on his face when she was through, looking down at him, her power absolute.

The next day, Aysha focused on showing Scott, and Joyce as well, just how subservient, just how obedient he had become. She made him bathe her, and dress her. She made him carry her throughout the house. He fed her, and lifted her beverages to her mouth when she asked him to. She sat on him, at all times, on his chest, his back, his lap, his face. When she ate, when she talked on the telephone, when she reviewed the video of their initial night together, she sat on him. And he humbled himself before her, at her command, kissing her feet, licking her butt, sucking her breasts, pleasuring her, his head clamped between her powerful thighs.

The following morning, after he had bathed her, dressed her, fed her breakfast, Aysha told Scott that it was time for him to go. She allowed him to put on his clothes, and walked beside him as he walked to the front door.

She looked down at him, as they stood by the door. "Remember what I told you, my little slave, about Joyce. She will pick you up at your home, and you will obey her wishes for as long as she wants you. You are never to disobey her, and you will always remember the power that I and now she has over you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said quickly, earnestly.

"Good. Now you may go."

"Yes, Mistress Aysha," he answered.

Scott stooped to kiss her foot, and she leaned down, kneeling on his back, resting her weight on him as he kissed her foot for several minutes. She stood back up straight, offering her other foot, leaning on his back again as he kissed her foot subserviently. "Thank you, Mistress," he said.

She opened the door, and he walked out of it. He waited for Aysha to close the door behind him before he stood and walked to his car.

Aysha turned back into her house, and smiled, power rushing over her. "I hope you enjoy this, Joyce, my dear" she said, knowing the tapes were still rolling. "I don't see how you could not, though, I must confess.You know what he was like, for heaven's sake, you practically married him, sweetheart. See what I did to him, all by myself, and in only two days? Just relish in the type of man you will now have. Just think about it, Joyce! A man that is completely subservient and obedient, for the rest of your days. His only wish will be to make you happy until you leave him. Well, enjoy him. Do take good care of him, I'd hate to see a slave of mine damaged. That's all," Aysha said, shutting off the recorder.