I was in our local shopping market picking up some groceries for my daughter and me when I heard a familiar voice from behind. Adam’s mother, a darker Israeli woman with dark features, said, “David is that you?”
I turned around already positive it was Adam’s mother and said, “Hi Gisa, how are you?”
I had expected to see the conservatively dressed woman who volunteers in the kid’s classroom on rainy days and was definitely not prepared for what I saw next. Gisa was dressed in tight black leather, had on black high heels, was wearing heavy red lipstick and had her hair down and wild looking. Her nose was big, her eyes were too far apart and she was disproportionately large in her butt, chest and lips. I liked a smaller better put together package but seeing her in leathers definitely got my juices flowing.
We had a pretty good joking kind of relationship and I almost asked if it was Halloween but the smell of perfume told me she was going out for the evening. I also felt intimidated by the leather and perfume and was afraid to piss her off.
Gisa said, “I’m just fine David. That is so funny running into you in the market. We were just talking about you the other day.”
I played like I was frightened being the topic of discussion and said, “Uh oh, I hope it was all good.”
Gisa said, “Actually it was. We were talking about how good you are with your daughter and how willing you are to do whatever Mrs. Stevens asks of you.”
I kind of blushed and let my eyes dart away while I responded, “I actually wish I could say no more but I’m not very forceful with Mrs. Stevens.”
Gisa said, “With Mrs. Stevens or with the teachers? I heard Miss Walker say the same thing about you when your daughter had her last year. Come to think of it I heard Mrs. Pierce say the same thing. Face it David, you’re just a push over when it comes to female teachers.”
There was a long awkward pause as I realized what she was saying. I saw her looking at me and I was afraid to make eye contact feeling as if she now knew too much about me. Suddenly she perked up and said, “Interesting. I wonder if it is female teachers or females.”
She suddenly stepped close to me and said, “Why didn’t I see it before. It was right in front of my face the whole time and I never saw it. Damn I’m stupid. And it is just what I was looking for.”
I said, “Gisa, what are you talking about? Are you talking about Mrs. Stevens or me?”
Gisa suddenly opened her purse and began pulling something out of it. It looked like she was pulling out a twine or rope of some kind only I couldn’t really see it. She pulled out a bottle, opened it, dabbed liquid from the bottle onto a cloth, closed the bottle and then held the cloth in her hand. She began pulling the twine through the cloth and continued pulling string or rope for a good thirty seconds or more. I finally said, “What are you doing Gisa?”
She shocked me by saying in a very forceful voice, “Silence! Can’t you see that I am coating my rope with my special solution?”
She scared the hell out of me. All I could say was, “Yes of course. Sorry.”
The funny thing is that I couldn’t see the rope at all. I could clearly see her handling a rope and coating it in the solution from the bottle but I couldn’t actually see the rope. She finally finished and put the cloth away into her purse.
Gisa took the rope into one hand and as she stepped towards me she said, “I have been waiting a long time to do this. Now hold still.”
She began to lasso the rope around my neck and as she did I could feel its cords making contact with the skin on my neck. I nervously said, “What are you doing?”
Gisa said, “That isn’t too tight is it honey?”
I said, “No, I can barely feel it but why are you wrapping a rope around my neck?”
Gisa said, “This isn’t just any rope David. I just treated this rope with a chemical compound that is already seeping into your pores, entering your bloodstream and going to work on your brain.”
I nervously reached up and tried to pull the rope off my neck. As I did this I said, “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me? What did you drug me with?”
Gisa said, “If you try to remove the rope I will pull it tight and choke you. You are not a chemist so I will not bore you or frustrate myself trying to explain chemistry to you. Suffice it to say that the chemicals that are burning into your brain will cause you to become submissive and obedient towards the person who administered them.”
I said, “You mean that I.”
She cut me off mid-sentence and said, “Yes, I mean that soon you will be completely submissive and obedient to me.” Then she started laughing.
I decided I would give it a try and quickly brought my hands up to yank the rope off. My hands groped for the rope but I felt nothing around my neck. Gisa’s hand came up, she wrapped the rope quickly around her hand and pulled hard. I suddenly felt the rope go tight around my neck and I stumbled forward gasping for breath as she pulled me down the aisle. She finally let go and said, “I warned you.”
As I panted attempting to catch my breath from my choking experience Gisa said, “You should be feeling the drug now.” She stood silently for a moment and then said, “Who has your daughter tonight?”
I told her my mother watched her on Friday nights so I could date more. She wanted me to get out and date so I could remarry so she watched her every Friday.
An evil looking grin spread across her face and then she said, “I couldn’t have asked for better luck tonight. I think we might just give your mother her wish.”
I said, “I hardly know you Gisa. If you are implying that we are going to be married I think we need to date for a while.”
She pulled the rope and I began falling forward. I regained my footing only to have her yank the rope again. I realized I had left my cart of groceries behind and said, “Please Gisa, you’re hurting me and I don’t have my shopping cart.”
She stopped and with a cold mean sounding voice she said, “Silence. You will submit and obey. Each time I yank on the rope you will feel ten times more submissive towards me. I do not want to draw attention to the rope so you will obediently follow me to my car. Each step you take towards my car will also make you feel ten times more submissive towards me. The more submissive you feel the sleepier you will become. Is that clear my submissive little man?”
Defeated in my attempt to stay in the safety of the grocery store I sheepishly replied, “Yes Gisa.”
As we walked towards her car I felt my mind turning into mush. I couldn’t seem to process thought and each step I took made me feel so incredibly tired. By time we reached her car I felt as if I was watching myself on a movie and that nothing that was happening was anything more than a weird dream. She put me into the car, put her hands over my eyes and said, “Sleep for Gisa. Sleep and obey.”
My eyes closed and I slept. A moment later I heard the driver door close and the car started. Then Gisa said, “You are hypnotized David and will obey me without question. I am your mistress and have complete control over your thoughts and desires. Is that clear slave?”
I replied, “Yes Gisa.”
She said, “Yes mistress Gisa.”
I said, “Yes Mistress Gisa.”
She laughed and said, “From the moment you saw me in my leather you knew I was the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. My powerful dominant sexiness brought you to your knees and made you feel submissive and obedient. From this day forward you will submit to me and obey me and each time you submit and obey you will fall more and more in love with me. What will you do when you submit and obey?”
I replied, “I will fall more and more in love with you.”
Gisa said, “When I count to five you will awaken knowing that I seized control of your mind. Just the knowledge that I did this to you will make you feel even more love for me and more desire for me. Is that clear slave?”
Already feeling more desire for her I lovingly replied, “Yes mistress Gisa.”
As we pulled up she counted to five and killed the engine. I realized we were back at my place. She pulled on the rope and said, “I am going to take you into your bedroom, tie you up and have my way with you.”
Gisa pulled me along to my front door like a dog on a leash. Each yank of the rope made me feel so incredibly submissive. We moved to my bedroom where she undressed me and then she bound my hands and feet. Gisa removed her clothing and sat on my face. She said, “Lick my pussy slave.”
I began licking her pussy and then she said, “No no no. You will be more gentle and will not go right for my clit. Try it again slave. You will learn to properly please me.”
I got critiqued and critiqued again but each time I altered my technique I felt more submissive and she seemed to feel more pleasure. After some experimentation I learned what my mistress wanted and as I delivered it she flooded my face with pussy juice. Then she scooted off my face and slid down. She began to make love to me and through heavy breathing she said, “You will feel so much pleasure you will pass out. When you awaken the ropes will be gone and you will belong to me.”
I woke up in the morning to cooking eggs and the smell of coffee. I through on my robe and went to my kitchen to find Gisa cooking. She said, “Good morning slave. How did you sleep?”
I kissed her hand and said, “I slept better than I have ever slept in my life. Please allow me to cook for you.”
She pushed my chest and said, “Nope. I will cook and you will clean the dishes. You will have plenty of chores but cooking will not be one of them. I love to cook. After breakfast you will call your mom and ask her if she can keep your daughter one more day. You will tell her you need the extra time to take me shopping for an engagement ring.”
I eagerly replied, “Yes mistress.”
Gisa bent down and kissed me and said, “I should have told you this last night but you will only call me mistress when we are alone. Otherwise I am still Gisa.”
I said, “Yes of course mistress. Anything for you.”
I looked at my wrists, looked at my ankles, and felt along my neck. I finally said, “Mistress, why don’t I have any rope burns? You tied my hands and feet pretty tight.”
Gisa burst out laughing and wouldn’t stop laughing for almost two minutes. When she finally stopped laughing she said, “There wasn’t any rope. I just gave you the suggestion there was rope and you felt rope.”
I got defensive and said, “Then how did you get the drug into my system?”
This time she burst out laughing so hard she had to sit down. By time she answered I felt stupid and already knew the answer. Just as she caught her breath I said, “There wasn’t any drug was there?”
She ran her fingers through my hair and said, “No honey, there was no rope and no drug. These were all just suggestions I put into your head.”
I said, “So I guess I wasn’t really hypnotized either was I?”
Gisa said, “Oh no. You were deeply hypnotized. All hypnosis really is a series of suggestions that the person being hypnotized responds to. You were so off balance by my sexual power and already so submissive towards women that I used this to begin giving you suggestions that would allow me to hypnotize you. By time you reached the car you were mine.”
I said, “I feel stupid.”
Gisa laughed and said, “On the contrary lover. It takes an intelligent man with a vivid imagination to go into as deep a trance as I had you in. You were just ripe for the picking and I was the lucky girl that found the low lying fruit on the vine. And just think, I just stopped in the grocery store for a bottle of wine to drink with my girlfriends and got you instead.”
Gisa handed me the phone and said, “Now call your mother.”
My mother screamed with delight and offered to keep my daughter for the rest of the weekend. Gisa continued to train me in what she liked and also learned what I liked. She said being able to overwhelm my senses with pleasure only served to make me more submissive and more susceptible to her control. I didn’t think anyone could be more submissive than she had made me but I didn’t complain about the overwhelming pleasure she delivered.
That Monday we announced our wedding plans and all the other moms and teachers were really excited for us. Gisa flashed her ring around for all the women to gawk at and winked at me as the flocked around her. Our kids were both excited too. As far as I could tell everyone was happy with the announcement and no one more than me. Then when things settled down I began to understand what submission truly meant.
Gisa came into the kitchen one evening after we got the kids down to bed and said, “I have found the place where we will be married. I have a whole book on caterers, decorators and other wedding specialists in that area. I am going to circle the ones I want to call and I will call them in the morning.”
Innocently I asked, “Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”
Gisa laughed and said, “You are so silly. Of course I don’t. You are my slave and will accept whatever I choose. Now be a good boy and lick my pussy while I flip through my wedding book.”
As I climbed under the table I realized my life would be whatever Gisa chose. I said, “Yes mistress” and pulled down her pants. As I began exploring with my tongue I heard her flipping pages.
She said, “Oh yes, good slave. Tell me you love being my slave. Tell me I can get married wherever I want and do whatever I want.”
I pulled my tongue away only long enough to tell her what she wanted to hear and what we both knew to be true. Then I buried my face between her legs and brought her to orgasm as she picked our wedding place. The rest of my life would be like this and yet the more I thought about the absolute hold she had on me the more I loved her.