Janine knew her fiancée was cheating on her. For one he was a man. And men cheat. Ergo, as her boyfriend was wont to say, her boyfriend was cheating. So how could she take revenge? Her boyfriend on the other hand had no idea the trouble he was in for. He thought he was living the life of Riley. Allan liked to remind himself of what the great Rodney Dangerfield said “I want a girl just like the girl Dad kept on the side.” Janine wasn’t perfect but she did have the body of a model, long legs, thin hips and well proportioned breasts. Add to those virtues a very tan complexion, a flat inviting midriff and just a little bit of back and she was the nibblest bit of nubile flesh this side of Marina Del Rey. Which begs the question; why was Allan was buying trouble with Andrea?

If you asked him why, he would have responded “If you ain’t cheatin’ you ain’t livin.” But if he could be persuaded to look deeper than a quip required he would say “I don’t know.” But if truly badgered he would say, perhaps, “I’m not happy. And I don’t know what it would take to be happy. So if I can’t be happy I can at least be with multiple women, preferably at the same time.” Now while our hero may in fact get his wish it will probably be in circumstances quite different than he imagined. Or perhaps not.

What did happen was that when Allan came home after a day spent trying to keep deserving people out of jail, his fiancée, Janine, brought him mulled wine.

“Thanks baby. And to what do I owe all this fuss?”

“Nothing, I just like treating you nice” and she smiled her third best smile which had intoxicated stronger men and ran long red nails over Allan’s arms. “Now how about I rub your feet for you while you drink up like a good boy?”

And matching action to the word she took his feet in her lap and then removed his shoes and socks while he spoke of his work day. He left out his noon rendezvous with Andrea his therapist. There is a certain kind of guy who has an affair with his therapist. Need I point out he was that kind of guy? Meanwhile Janine poured some massage oil from a nearby nightstand into her hand and ran it over the sole of his foot while Allan sighed with pleasure. “That’s right baby, just relax. Why don’t you have another sip of wine, dear?”

“You’re amazing” he said to her. ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet’ she thought to herself. For Janine wasn’t stupid. Not really. Her main interests were makeup, sex and drugs but that didn’t make her stupid. Not if you asked her. Now drinking a glass of wine with half a Quaalude dissolved in it that was stupid.

Allan felt deliciously relaxed. Being treated like royalty, pampered by a beautiful girl appealed to his ego. The foot rub felt amazing and he was drifting away when he realized Janine was talking. To him he guessed. “Doesn’t that feel relaxing? It feels so good doesn’t it baby. To just relax. Let little Janine rub all of your troubles away. Just relax.”

“I’m already relaxed baby” he said “no need to beat a dead horse.”

“I just want to help you get extra relaxed; I want tonight to be special.” And she smiled her true smile, imagining to herself how special tonight would really be.

“Okay” he drawled. ‘Funny, he thought ‘how far away everything feels.’

“So relaxed” Janine cooed “So very relaxed. Why don’t you put that goblet down, its way too heavy. Everything feels so heavy and far away. You have to strain to even listen to my words. Just relax and let them crash over you. Like a wave taking you somewhere you’ve never been. To some far distant surf. Ride on the wave of my words, a wonderful relaxing ride. One you never want to end.”

“Mmmmm, never end” said Allan.

“Your eyes are so heavy now, why don’t you close them. Close them for me.”

“Okaaay” said Allan as he obeyed.

‘Good’ Janine thought ‘he’s obeying my every suggestion.’

“You feel very comfortable now don’t you. Riding on the wave of my voice. Riding to that far distant shore. And when you get there you’ll have to obey my voice, for in that place women command and men obey. You understand that don’t you?”

“Obey … there.”

“Good. And it feels so good to travel there, riding on my voice. Completely relaxed, all thoughts washed away by my voice. It feels so good to relax, to travel with my words, carried away by my voice to the land where women rule. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Mmmm, good baby?”

“Mistress, from now on you will call me mistress?”

“Yes Mistress.” And those words triggered a shudder of pleasure for Janine. To have her snob boyfriend address her as mistress, not in play but when helplessly under her power was an unexpected rush.

“And now you’ve washed up on that distant shore haven’t you? You’ve reached the place, carried there by my voice and waves of relaxation, where women command and men obey haven’t you?”

“Yes mistress” he replied.

“So you will answer all of my questions with complete honesty because I command it, won’t you slave?”

“Yes mistress.”

Again Janine felt that surge of pleasure. She felt a moistening inside that was hotter and wetter than any she’d known before. She could get addicted to this.

“What is the name of the women you’ve been seeing behind my back slave?”

“Which one, mistress?”

“There’s more than one?” Janine couldn’t believe this though she knew he was way too under to lie. It was a momentary buzz kill.

“There’s three, mistress.”

“Who are they?” his mistress and onetime fiancée asked.

In Allan’s mind he pictured himself pleasantly resting on the sand of some forgotten shore pillowed in the breasts of his beautiful fiancée. He felt incredibly comfortable and far away from any consequences. And here it was only natural that he obey everything she asked of him and that he called her mistress. It was only honoring the customs of this distant land. Still this question troubled him.

“Who are they, you must answer me. Here in this place you must obey. Plus it feels so good to obey.” And she drew her nails over his calf and ankle to illustrate how good it could feel. “You love to obey me here because it feels so good. And it helps you relax and return to that wonderful far away place. Where you’re completely relaxed as you listen to my voice. Listening only to my voice. The voice of your mistress who you must obey. Obey. Who must you obey?”

“You mistress” Allan said and felt safe once more. Safe and so relaxed.

“Who are they?”

“Andrea, my therapist, Amy the intern, and Helen the secretary, Mistress.”

“Why? What do they offer you that I did not?”

“They were smart, and funny, and they smoked.”

“And you like smart women?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Because you think you’re smart?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Well that’s about to change. I’m going to blow into your ear. And when I do it will become harder to think. As I blow in there will be less room for brains. So every time I blow in your ear you will find it harder to think. You will become an airhead for me. A male bimbo. I might let you have brains back for work so you can keep me in the style I like by sucking the air out. But at night I will blow all the air back in so you can be a bimbo airhead again for me.”

“Please, no, mistress, don’t!” Allan was trying hard to regain his wits. It felt like his head was filled with molasses and cobwebs.

Janine let go of his feet and moved forward so as to cradle his head in her hands. His eyes were blinking rapidly as he struggled to emerge from his trance. She knew she’d touched something primal in him with her threat to his intelligence.

She turned his head and brushed his hair away from his ear and put her mouth to his earlobe and whispered huskily “But baby you want me to blow in your ear. Nothing turns you on like breathing in your ear. Even my whisper is driving you crazy. Turning you on. You’re getting so turned on baby.”

Allan’s struggles slowed as she breathed suggestions to his subconscious.

“That’s right you don’t want to resist. It’s so hard, so hard to resist. When you’re so turned on and all your blood is rushing to your cock, you’re hard cock. No blood left in your brain to fight my whispers. And you don’t want to fight. You want to surrender to my voice, blowing in your ear. Making you so turned on. So helplessly turned on.”

“And as the air goes in there’s less and less room for brains isn’t there? You’re getting dumber and dumber with every word.” And then she just breathed into his ear and Allan writhed his whole body in pleasure.

“Good baby, nothing turns you on the way it does when I blow in your ear. All of your resistance drains away as all of your blood rushes to your cock.” And Janine began to massage the erect member through his slacks. It twitched at her touch, becoming even more engorged. “And such a hard, thick cock too. I want to suck it off for you after I’m done blowing in your ear. Won’t that feel good?” Allan writhed again, nodding his head vigorously.

Now she had suggested a future reward for his present obedience making it even harder for his conscious mind to resist her. She blew in his ear once again. “Now you’re becoming an airhead bimbo for me aren’t you? Unable to think about anything except getting laid, looking good and having fun, right?”

“Yes” Allan said and giggled.

‘My god’ Janine thought ‘did he actually giggle?’ “Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress” Allan said and giggled again. “Mistress” he said and giggled again, as if he found the word itself funny.

“Well maybe we want you just a little smarter than that” and she bit his ear and sucked in air triggering his subconscious to allow him a little more access to his thought processes.

“You’re my little airhead bimbo now aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress” he said again, this time sans giggles.

“Okay, now the next step is for you contact your little sluts and give me a chance to talk to them. Smart girls huh? We’ll see how smart they are once I’ve had a chance to whisper in their ears as well.”

“Now when I snap my fingers you’ll return to normal and forget all about being hypnotized and all of my suggestions. But you will still crave my blowing in your ear. It has become your biggest turn on. And everytime I blow in your ear you will find it a little harder to think. You will become more and more an airhead bimbo for me. But if I snap my fingers you will always regain your intelligence and forget anything that happened while you were a bimbo.”

“And whenever I say bimbo island, you will return to that relaxed place where women command and men obey so I can give you new suggestions for you to obey. You like that don’t you slave?”

“Yes mistress” he said and again she shuddered. In her anger she’d forgotten how turned on she’d gotten. She removed a shoulder strap from the cotton slip she’d been wearing allowing her tanned breast to spill out. It’s rosy areolae peaked out and cried for attention.

”Suck it slave” she ordered and he obediently took it in his mouth, worshipping it with his tongue as if pleasing her was the most important thing in the world. Drunk on this focused attention she felt herself become even more wet and aroused. “More” she cried and he sucked harder on her breast and nipple, putting pressure on her mound with his teeth but not daring to bite without permission.

“Bite it slave” she cried as pressure built up inside her demanding release. Allan bit deeply into her full breast, then bit gingerly on her nipple, savoring it’s delicious flavor and delicate texture. The craving for release grew as her pussy burned hotter while becoming wetter. She gathered his hair in her fist and yanked his head off her breast and down to her crotch shoving his mouth to her nether lips.

“Suck it slave!” she cried again. And obediently he placed his mouth to his lips and drew her flesh in attempting to gather her clitoris in his mouth. The sensation drove her passion to new heights, then the waves of pleasure broke their dam and spread through her, melting every nerve in her body they passed through. Her orgasmic cries echoed through their house and beyond so that their neighbors heard despite the spacious property between.

‘Well, she thought to herself, ‘whoever said revenge is a dish best served cold never had theirs with hot sex on the side.’