I had been through our local referee course, had passed the written test and had received my uniform and badge but I clearly was not ready to officiate in a soccer game. I had never seen a soccer game. Being a single mom I had to work during the week so the only way I could really contribute to the team was to sign up as a referee so our team could earn enough points to qualify for the playoffs.
When I arrived at the field I was so nervous I was sick to my stomach. I had made sure to only sign up for assistant referee positions and hoped like hell that the center referee would be understanding of my lack of knowledge of the game. The first center was not at all. She was annoyed with how long it took me to get my flag up and she let me know how much she hated training new referees.
I had signed up for back to back games and was nearly in tears after the first game. The parents had yelled at me, the center referee had let me know how disappointed she was and I really wished I hadn’t signed up for two games. That was until Patrick the center referee for the second game arrived.
He was only 5’11” but he was muscular and cute. But what really impressed me is that he had contacted the referee commission and asked if he had any new referees. He arrived early with a little white board and began drawing different game scenarios for me so I would know what to do when I saw them. By time the kids lined up I felt much more confident and much more at ease than I had for the first game. Then things only got better.
A parent yelled at me and offered to loan me his glasses so I could see the game clearer. I was mortified as the other parents started laughing but Patrick ran over and said to the coach, “Coach, if I hear one more comment from the parents on the sideline I will take away your sportsmanship points.”
I hated my uniform. I mean I really hated my uniform. The socks went up to my knees, the shorts made my legs look fat and the shirt gripped my breasts. I was almost afraid to walk to my car so the neighbors didn’t see me. When we got to the half and met in the center of the field to discuss the game I suddenly loved my uniform. I had not been using the referee flags properly and had confused Patrick about whether it was a goal kick, corner kick or if I was just signaling direction. He showed me how to properly signal and then said, “Here, you try it.”
Patrick had thrust his arm in the air causing the flag to make a loud sound. I did the same and as I did I felt my breasts rock from side to side. His eyes went from the flag to my breasts and his mouth half opened like he was suddenly somewhere else besides the soccer field. I said, “How was that Patrick?”
He just smiled for a moment and then realized he was staring at my breasts. He pulled his head away quickly as if he was angry with himself for staring and said, “That was great Sally. How about the corner kick?”
I did the corner kick flag motion and again his eyes were drawn to my breast. This time I ever so slightly thrust my chest forward and said, “How were those?”
I purposely said “those” because men always refer to breast in the plural. Patrick’s response clearly let me know that he was struggling to take his eyes of my chest when he said, “Those were great.”
He was still smiling at my chest when the other referee said, “Don’t worry Sally, all of us were new referees once.”
Patrick once again returned to reality, glanced at his watch and blew a warning whistle for the coaches to get the kids back onto the field. I ran back to my spot and quickly turned to see if he was watching. He was and at that moment I decided I would take him. Putting a man into a trance and making him have sex with me is easy but after a few years it had lost its appeal. It was much more rewarding and fulfilling to take a man who was already interested and from what I could tell he was definitely interested. And I just loved the young ones too. He was only five or so years younger than me but it still made him younger.
After the game I said, “Hey ref, how did I do?”
He said, “You did great. You did better than I did my first game.”
We stood in silence smiling at each other until I finally made the first move. I said, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”
His face lit up and he said, “Yes I would.”
Just when I thought I had him he said, “No, what am I saying? I have two more games to referee and I’m the assistant referee a night game. Are you going to the referee question and answer session tomorrow?”
Disappointed that my prey was going to get away I said, “I am now. I hadn’t heard anything until now but it sounds worthwhile.”
He ran off in the direction of another soccer field and said, “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Now that I knew what Patrick liked I made sure I wore a nice tight pink shirt for the Q&A session. When I got there he had saved me a seat. He waved at me and motioned for me to join him. He got a little bit shy and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I saved you a seat.”
He had a water bottle at his feet and that would work to my advantage. I said, “No, that was very thoughtful.” I then strategically made myself trip over the water bottle. I threw both hands onto Patrick’s shoulders and allowed my breasts to just tap his face. Then I said, “Oh I’m so sorry. I fell over something.”
Patrick’s eyes were wide with shock and delight. He seemed very unsure of himself and looked confused as I could see that he was struggling with his feelings towards me. He reminded of me a junior high kid with a crush. Then he said, “Oh no, that was my fault. I should have been more careful with my bottle.”
Through the whole question and answer session I kept seeing him glancing over at me and smiling. He kept squirming in his seat and adjusting his shorts. I looked down and saw he was fighting an erection. I loved watching him squirm like this. I decided to make him even more uncomfortable so I reached over, put my hand on his thigh and said, “So Patrick, are you going to put me on some more games with you?”
I then leaned over, pushed my breasts up against his arm and shoulder and said, “And are we going to have lunch after this Q&A session?”
He sunk into his seat a couple of inches and said, “Oh yes, I can’t think of anything else I would like more than to have lunch with you.”
I really didn’t want to waste a few hours going to a restaurant, standing in line, eating and then driving back. I wanted to get him home and get him home soon. I said, “I hope I’m not being too forward but I would like to invite you back to my place so I can cook you lunch. I am somewhat of a gourmet.”
Patrick smiled at me and said, “That would be wonderful. Are you sure it isn’t too much trouble?”
I said, “Oh not at all. I would prefer it. That way we have more time to get to know each other.”
The Q&A session ended and as we walked out to the cars I realized the spell I had weaved over him might wear off if we took separate cars. He was on cloud nine and I had to keep him there. I also wanted to establish a dominant tone with him and see how he responded. I said, “Patrick, I will leave my car here and you will drive.”
He looked confused for a moment when I used assertive language and an assertive tone. He had just pulled his keys out so when he looked up I put my hands on my hips which brought my shoulders up which then caused my breasts to thrust forward. That dreamy look swept back over his face and he said, “Of course Sally. I will drive.”
I gave him directions to my home and when we got into the house I pointed to the kitchen and said, “Grab a seat Patrick. I’m going to see what I have in the freezer.”
I opened the freezer and began rummaging through it. I knew exactly where my frozen game hen was but I wanted to tease him a little more. I turned sideways so he could see my breasts fall forward into my tight pink t-shirt. The freezer door kept closing on me, like it always did, so I motioned for Patrick to come over. Then I said, “Patrick, be a dear and hold the freezer door for me.”
He seemed embarrassed and reluctantly stood up. As he did he dreamily replied, “Yes Sally.”
When he got to the freezer I was still bent over pretending to look through the freezer. He had a massive erection but seemed to have accepted the fact that he could no longer hide it. He also seemed like he was somewhat in a trance like state of mind and I had not even started an induction on him yet. I decided to try something new and different. It was a little bolder but sounded like a lot more fun. I decided to see if I could get him so turned on that he would willingly relinquish control of his mind to me.
I looked up at Patrick until he looked down at me. While his eyes were still on my eyes I looked away from his eyes and directly at the bulge in his pants. Then I said, “Patrick, do I turn you on?”
Before he could answer I stood up, leaned into him with my face just inches from his and said, “Would you like to kiss me?”
He went to answer but I made the first move again plastering him up against the freezer door and aggressively kissing him. I broke the kiss and pulled his head down onto my breasts. He let out a sigh and his body went semi flaccid. I said, “I bet you have wanted to do this for a long time haven’t you?”
I ran my fingers through his hair as his head rested on my breasts and he said, “Yes Sally, for a long time.”
His mind was so ready to go into a trance that I think if I had just suggested to him that he was in a trance he would probably have just slipped into one. But I wanted to test him so I said, “Patrick, I have something I love to do to my men. I don’t usually ask their permission but I want to ask yours. Would you allow me to hypnotize you so you can be my little sex slave tonight?”
He looked a little surprised and said, “Are you serious? Does that stuff really work?”
I kissed him again and said, “Actually you have been slipping in and out of a trance all day. Haven’t you noticed how extremely agreeable you have become and how you keep telling me yes Sally? I just want to have a little fun and sex under hypnosis is lots of fun.”
When he looked at me his eyes already said yes. This would be a first for me. I had gone from hypnotizing unwittingly hypnotizing uninterested men, to unwittingly hypnotizing interested men but I had never told a man up front what my intentions were for him. I was pleased to see the look on his face even before he said, “Okay, I trust you.”
I ran my fingers gently across his face and then brought my fingers to my face so that my pointer finger pointed at one eye and my middle finger pointed at the other. Then I said, “Of course you trust me. Now look deep into my eyes and relax for me. My eyes seem to grow larger and larger swallowing your eyes. As my eyes grow larger you feel yourself falling into them and becoming so incredibly drowsy. Can you feel that Patrick?”
His eyes started to flutter already. It had been so many years since someone had agreed to be hypnotized that I was surprised to see his eyes responding already. He said, “Yes Sally.”
I said, “You love to say yes Sally. It makes you feel so happy when you say that. You also love the way my eyes draw you into my mind and love the way my words are washing over your brain causing you to become even sleepier. Do you love the way you feel right now my dear submissive Patrick?”
His response was much slower and somewhat slurred this time when he said, “Yes Sally.”
I said, “You feel so warm and happy right now. I know you love my breasts. I see the way you look at them. I am going to count to three and when I reach the number three I want you to imagine lying in bed with me, your mouth on my breast and I am nursing you to sleep. You will count out loud from ten to one and each number will make you ten times sleepier than the previous number. It’s okay if you can’t reach the number one and if you fall asleep first.”
I counted to three and Patrick closed his eyes. His mouth began to suck and as it did he slowly counted down from ten. He made it all the way to the number four before he succumbed. He looked so peaceful. He was asleep on his feet still sucking my imaginary breast. I was going to have fun with this one.
I then said, “Very good Patrick. You have done well so far and I am sure you will make an excellent slave. Your future is in my hands now as you now belong to me. Your indenture to my will and my desires may last but a week or may last for the rest of your life but rest assured, it will only end when I grow tired of your presence. You will do anything and everything you can to make me a happy woman. No request I make is too great to accomplish. In fact the greater the challenge the more submissive you feel and the more submissive you feel the happier you are. Tell me what makes you happy Patrick.”
Patrick replied, “Being submissive to you makes me happy. Making you happy makes me happy.”
I loved the sound of that so I said, “And I will make you happy too my submissive lover. When I tell you to feel something you will feel it. When I tell you to think something you will think it. If I tell you to smell something you will smell it and so on. You will find this to be the most rewarding part of serving me and I will demonstrate as soon as I awaken you. When I count to three you will awaken with a vivid recollection of how I seduced you and got you to agree to being hypnotized.”
I counted to three and Patrick woke up. He said, “Can I kiss you again?”
I said, “Of course you can but I would prefer to be kissed on my other lips. Take me to my bedroom and make love to me starting with a gentle kiss between my legs.”
He took my hand and said, “Yes Sally.”
I lied down on the bed, spread my legs and right before his face made contact with my lips I said, “Wait, I have a treat for you. You will feel as if my lips are wrapped around your penis. As you give me oral you will feel oral pleasure and when I cum you will be ready to cum but will be unable. You will then climb on top of me and make love to me.”
He moaned with pleasure from my imaginary lips as I moaned with pleasure from his lips and tongue. I made it last not only because it felt good to me but as a gift to him. I finally came and then pulled him on top of me to finish him off. Then we both collapsed in each other’s arms.
I am not sure if I want a full time slave or if I will just have fun with Patrick. He went willingly into a world of submission and that makes him special. Only time will tell so maybe someday in the future I will tell you if I decided to keep him.