I honestly hate showing up to an airport late and so when I fly I have a tendency to arrive very early for my flight with a book and my mp3 player. Dropping my bags with the skycap I went to the ticket booth and checked in for my flight.
The ticket agent said, “Okay Mr. Hunter, I have you on Flight 1411 in seat 26A direct from LAX to Kennedy. 26A is a window seat. Are you okay with that?”
I said, “Yes, I love looking out the window even on a red eye flight.”
She handed me my confirmed ticket and told me to have a nice flight. A pleasant looking older Asian woman went up to the ticket counter as I left and I thought I heard her say, “Is seat 26B on Flight 1411 available?”
I turned back around to catch the remainder of the conversation but a jet roared by and all I saw were lips moving. I went to my gate, pulled out my book and read until boarding.
As we boarded the plane I looked around and did not see the older Asian woman and dismissed what I heard as bad hearing. Then as I got closer to my row I noticed someone already sitting in it and it was her. Annoyed I stopped the flight attendant and said, “I noticed that the plane is half empty. Can I switch seats?”
She said, “Yes sir you can but I need to ask that you take your assigned seat until the doors close and I am sure no one else is boarding.”
I took my seat and the Asian woman said, “Is New York your home?”
I said, “No. I live in LA but I am traveling on business to New York. And you?”
She said, “I live in New York. I came out here to meet a man but he wasn’t all he made himself out to be. I hate going home empty handed.”
There was a long pause and then she said, “So where are you staying when you get there?”
Looking down at my itinerary I said, “Good question. It says here the Crowne Plaza. Is that a nice hotel?”
She said, “That is a very nice hotel. Unfortunately you will not be staying there on this trip. As I said earlier I hate to go home empty handed so you will be my guest and my love slave.”
I just got out the words, “What are you talking about” when I noticed a very foul chemical odor shooting up both nostrils.
The woman said, “That’s better. Don’t worry baby; when the stewardess comes by I will tell her you are already asleep and changed your mind about changing seats.”
I said, “I, I, please, I, uh.”
The woman said, “Oh stop fighting me baby and sleep so I do not have to waste another vial on you. This stuff is so hard to make.”
She waved a second item under my face, the chemical smell hit me and my world faded to black.
I felt like my brain was in a fog and while I knew I was awake I definitely did not feel as if I was awake. As I became more aware of my surroundings I could taste a chemical in my mouth and when I opened my eyes everything seemed simultaneously brighter and yet dull. Then the woman said, “Welcome back sleepy head.”
I looked over at her and tried to speak but nothing but jibberish came out of my mouth. She laughed and said, “The drugs I gave you are too strong to speak. But I do have a little surprise for you.”
The woman pulled out a pair of strange looking goggles and putting them on my face she said, “These are virtual reality goggles that I tweaked a little bit. Just enjoy the swirling hypnotic designs as I enter your mind.”
Swirling designs, a different one for each eye, spun in my vision and even when I closed my eyes they seemed inescapable. I knew not to let my mind get drawn into the swirl but it was too hard to concentrate. I felt the woman’s hand go to my crotch and she started gently caressing my privates. The pleasure made it even harder to concentrate. Then she put her lips to my ears, blew air into my ear sending shivers down my spine and said, “Relax for your hypnotic mistress and feel the beautiful hypnotic designs pulling you into their wonderful spinning world.”
As the swirls gave me a sensation of falling into them I felt my resolve weakening at an alarming rate. I realized it was the drugs as well as her hand massaging my privates that was intensifying the effect of her words and the designs. Over and over I repeated the words, “I must resist; I must resist.”
The problem with my attempt to fight this mental assault is that I must have been speaking aloud. Her lips kissed my neck and then moved back to my ears as she whispered, “You must surrender. You must submit. You must obey.”
While she said, “You must surrender. You must submit. You must obey” I repeated, “I must resist; I must resist.”
The two swirling designs seemed to come together and become one spinning design and this seemed to have a profound effect on my mind’s ability to separate reality from virtual reality and I suddenly felt as if I too had become one with the spinning vortex. As my mind melted into the hypnotic design I heard my voice saying, “I must surrender. I must submit. I must obey.”
My seatmate seemed to purr with excitement at this latest development and said, “That’s a good boy. Now listen to my voice as I take you into a deep state of relaxation and even deeper state of submission. Each word I breathe into your ear makes you feel so incredibly sleepy and submissive. The roar of the plane, the sound of my voice and the spinning hypnotic design are all too much for one man to take and you feel your eyes growing so very heavy.”
The weight of my eyelids had never been greater than at that moment but I knew if my eyes closed I had lost the fight. Then she said, “Sleep for your mistress. Close your heavy eyes and let my voice take you into hypnotic bliss.”
Bliss seemed like such a nice word and when she said it my eyes closed and my head slowly fell forward. Then she said, “You are doing so well my slave; you are doing so well. But you wish to go deeper and surrender even more control to me now don’t you my pet?”
I said, “Yes mistress; I wish to go deeper.”
She said, “I want you to picture the plane as it begins to descend towards its landing. We are at 36,000 feet right now and your mind is already in a highly submissive and obedient state but you know as the plane descends your submissiveness and obedience will increase. The plane is beginning to descend now. Can you see the plane descending in your mind?”
I replied, “Yes mistress; I can see the plane descending.”
She said, “You are going deeper and deeper into your hypnotic trance becoming more and more submissive; more and more obedient. The plane is continuing to descend and you are falling more and more under my power; under my hypnotic control. You cannot resist my hypnotic pull and when the plane lands I will control your thoughts. The plane is going down, down, down as you go deeper and deeper and deeper.”
As the plane descended I felt as if I was on a separate plane looking over at my descending plane watching this woman sitting next to me taking control of me. I wanted to scream out to the hypnotized person in the next plane over to somehow resist, to somehow fight her words but no one could hear me. All I could do was helplessly watch the plane make its final approach as the hypnotic woman seized control of my mind.
The woman said, “I am Mistress Kaila and I own you now. Your reason for existence is to earn a living and to serve your mistress. Why do you exist my slave?”
Without any doubt at all as to my reason for existence I replied, “I exist to earn money and to serve you mistress.”
She said, “Such a good little boy. I love when a slave is obedient and I will reward you when we get to my home. How would you like to be rewarded slave?”
I replied, “My only reward is serving you mistress.”
My mistress said, “Excellent answer slave but I plan on rewarding my slave as well. Now I want my slave alert and refreshed for serving me so when I count to five you will awaken from your trance and look at me. I will kiss you with my soft lips and you will smile and fall into a restful sleep awaking only when you feel the plane touch down on the ground.”
Kaila counted to five and I momentarily opened my eyes before she said, “You’re mine now baby; all mine” and kissed me.
I felt the plane bump the ground with its rear tires and noticed that my belongings were ready to depart the plane and my seat belt was on. I looked over at Kaila and took her hand for the landing. As the plane made its way to the gate she said, “How do you feel slave?”
I said, “I am so incredibly horny mistress. I cannot wait to get you home and ravage your body with pleasure.”
She played coy and said, “And the fact that I am a good fifteen years your senior does not bother you?”
It should have. This was the same woman I had tried to switch seats to avoid but now the idea of not being able to make love to her pained me. I said, “No mistress. I don’t care about your age. I only care that I live up to your expectations and make you happy.”
As my mistress screamed in ecstasy and pushed my head deeper between her legs I knew I had lived up to her expectations. Then as she laid me on my back and climbed on top of me she said, “I think I am coming to live in Los Angeles with you so I can get this every night I want it. When you travel to New York I will travel with you. There is no telling what kind of weird people you might meet on a plane these days.”
We both laughed and then I said, “Yes mistress; anything for you.”