I strapped on my cave man Halloween costume, hit a double biceps pose for my girlfriend and said, “Me He-Man.”
She yawned with excitement and said, “Yes I’m sure all the women there will be impressed with your muscles. You should have dressed up as a bone head since you are one. You still haven’t figured out that the only part of our species that is impressed with your big muscles are men. Women like a nice V-taper and ripped abs not mounds of over-inflated muscle.”
I dropped the pose and said, “Sorry. Are you going to be this way the whole night or just until we get there.”
She said, “Oh no, I’ll put on a good act because I know your clients will be there. But you owe me one for making me wear this ridiculous cave woman costume.
I ditched my bitchy girlfriend as soon as we arrived and started working the room looking to make a deal with some intoxicated client of mine. That was when I spotted a mysterious looking woman at the punch. She was not dancing or mingling but simply stood behind the punch table and watched everyone else having a good time.
Her costume looked so real. I recognized it immediately because I had almost bought that set for my girlfriend and me. It was the Midnight Priestess costume but hers looked so much better than the one I had looked at. I went over to her and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so but I love your priestess costume. It looks so real. Did you buy that or make it yourself?”
She turned to look at me with slow deliberate movements and then stared at me for a good ten seconds or longer before she finally said, “It was made for me by my minion. But he has passed on and I am in need of a replacement. Are you married?”
I said, “No, and I don’t want to be.”
She looked at me without emotion and said, “Engaged or betrothed?”
I said, “Neither. Do people still get betrothed?”
She held up her hand and said, “Silence. Do you wish to be my minion? I promise you great pleasures but I also require much.”
I laughed and said, “Wow, you’ve really got that part down. Are you an actress or something?”
She said, “Yes, that’s it. I’m an actress. Have you ever seen a movie where a man is forced to become a ghoul or a minion?”
I said, “I sure have. I love horror flicks.”
The woman said, “Yes of course you do. And tell me my blabbering movie going friend. What happens to the unsuspecting male victim when the vampire, witch, priestess, etcetera, decides to capture the man and make him her slave?”
I knew the answer to that question. I said, “Ooh, that’s easy. Those are my favorite scenes. The villainess usually captivates the man first. Then when she has his undivided attention lures him away from witnesses and zaps his mind.”
The woman smiled showing the first hint of emotion since we had met. She was beautiful but even more beautiful when she smiled. She said, “Yes I guess you could say it is mind zapping. We prefer to call it fascination. Simply put, the world of magic refers to it as fascination but the world of psychology calls it hypnosis. Tell me my over eager man, why do these particular scenes classify as your favorites?”
I sensed a hint of condescending tone with her similar to how my girlfriend spoke to me but she seemed genuinely interested at the same time so I continued the dialogue. I said, “I love the way the man falls into her eyes and can’t help himself. He follows her, helpless to follow his survival instinct, and usually ends up enslaved or dead. Call it what you like. Those scenes are my favorites.”
The woman stepped back out of the light and into the shadows of the curtains that were behind the punch table. She said, “I prefer to call it fascination. Come to me and allow me to demonstrate.”
Playing along I said, “Okay, I’ll play along.”
I stepped into the shadows of the curtains and she took my hand and pulled me behind the curtains where no one could see us. She said, “Give me your hand.”
I gave her my hand and she took my pointer finger and began sucking on it in an extremely sexual and provocative manner. As she did this she held my eyes with her eyes and for the first time I started to get the feeling that she was not role playing. I leaned forward to kiss her but she held her hand up and said, “Minions do not make moves. Minions do as they are told. I see you are still too willful.”
She pulled my hand towards her and suddenly and swiftly her other hand came out of nowhere and jabbed the same pointer finger she had been sucking on. I said, “Ouch! Damn that hurt. What did you do?”
I looked down and my finger had a big drop of blood on it. She said, “Ooh, I insist on having the first drop.” Her tone was soft, sensual, and excited about the sight of my blood. This sort of turned me on but even more, it sort of freaked me out.
She pulled out a vial and put the contents into her mouth. She took my pointer finger and put it back into her mouth and as she sucked the blood from my finger I felt first a stinging pain in my finger and then a cool feeling move up my finger and into my hand. The feeling continued up my arm, into my neck and then into my head. As soon as it went into my head I felt like I had just smoked enough marijuana to get a whole platoon high. My head spun and while I did not have the munchies I felt the urge to insanely laugh. I finally said, “Wow, what did you do?”
She pulled my finger from her mouth and said, “I administered a potion to lower your inhibitions and make you more susceptible to my suggestions. It should also keep you from blabbering so much. It is so hard to seduce and fascinate you when you never shut up. I could have put it in your drink but I find it is so much more effective when I allow it to soak directly into the bloodstream. Don’t you agree?”
She put my finger back in her mouth and started sucking on it again. She held my gaze with her eyes again and I felt like the guy in the movie that falls into the villainess’ eyes. I shook my head yes to her question and continued to stare into her eyes as the potion she gave me made me feel more confused. She finally pulled my finger out of her mouth and said, “Did you come with someone tonight?”
Finding it very difficult to speak I shook my head yes again. She said, “Give me your keys and wait here for me.”
I handed her my keys and she grabbed me, yanked my face to her face and forcibly kissed me. The kiss and most likely the potion too joined forces to make my head spin and I stood motionless with a blissful smile as I waited for her to return. I now knew that she was not role-playing and the priestess outfit she wore was not a costume. I also knew that she fully intended to make me her minion. My mind struggled with that word. Was that another word for slave? Was she going to kill me? I knew these thoughts did not matter since I would accept whatever it was she had planned. It did not seem that I had much choice since I had not moved a muscle since she took my keys from me.
She returned shortly after leaving and said, “You look worried. Do not worry minion. Tell me your name and then look deep into my eyes. It is time to fall completely under my spell and to serve your priestess.”
I told her my name and looked into her eyes. She said, “As you look into my eyes you can feel your breathing slowing down as you become more and more relaxed. Looking even deeper into my eyes Roy you can now see your destiny. Your past life ends today and your new life as my lover and servant starts today. When your heavy sleepy little eyes close you will be completely under my control. You will quite simply be mine to do with as I please. Are you ready to sleep Roy? Are you ready to leave with me as my new minion.”
I tried to speak but I felt as if the signal from my brain to my mouth was no longer functional. I was just about to shake my head yes when she said, “Yes my dear boy, you are ready and willing. Sleep for me and surrender your mind to me. Sleep and obey.”
My eyes closed. I cannot say I closed my eyes as I was no longer in command of my body or my mind. My eyes closed because they were told to close. My priestess said, “You are my minion and my slave. I have chosen you because you are muscular and because you approached me. From this day forward you are submissive and subservient and no longer think for yourself. You have no wants, no desires, no aspirations in life and no inkling to do anything except to serve me and worship me. In return I will allow you to make love to me and to be at my side like a faithful puppy. Do you understand Roy?”
My mouth suddenly worked again but not because of any effort I made. I immediately replied, “Yes my priestess. I understand and will obey.”
She said, “Excellent. I knew you would see things my way after a brief chat behind the curtains. We will now leave together through the rear exit. I will drive and you will lie at my feet and kiss my inner thighs until we get home. Then you will partake of my nectar and give me pleasure.”
I licked her pussy and did things I never knew I was capable of that night. My body performed to a new level because she could command it to do anything. I gave her orgasm after orgasm and surprised myself by also experiencing orgasm after orgasm. When we crawled into bed I curled up at her feet where I knew I belonged. She looked down at me and said, “You have earned the right to sleep with me tonight. Come up here and lie alongside your priestess and goddess.”
I crawled up alongside her and said, “Yes my priestess.”
She said, “Call me by my name given to me by the coven. Call me Zeena.”
I said, “Yes Zeena.”
She kissed my head and said, “Now sleep and rest. We have much to do in the morning.”
When I awoke in the morning the television was on and Zeena was not in the room. My costume was gone but a robe was hanging on the door with sandals beneath it. I put them on and went into the adjoining room. She was in there reading through a book and when I came in she said, “You were incredible. I can control your body but your passion was all you. I am looking for a fertility spell that I can cast on us so I can make a baby. Be a good boy and go cook us some breakfast.”
I was cooking up some eggs and sausage I had found in the refrigerator when she said, “Oh look Roy, you’re on television.”
I turned and a woman I somehow knew from somewhere was being interviewed. She said, “We had one of our normal little disagreements. I did not want to go to the party but I went. I found his keys next to the punch with a note that just said goodbye. The writing was a woman’s writing but he has been gone a week now. I just know something has happened to him.”
The newscaster put up my picture and said, “If you have seen Roy Sutherland please call the number listed on your screen.”
The camera went back to the woman who had just been interviewed and she was crying. I said, “How do I know her?”
Zeena said, “You were with her when I made you mine. She did not treat you right so I erased your memories concerning her. You can thank me for it by getting on your knees and kissing my feet.”
I got on my knees and kissed her feet and said, “Thank you for making me forget her.”
Then I said, “I thought I came here last night but the news said I had been missing a week.”
Zeena said, “Like I said before. I can control your body and can do the same with mine. We made love for almost a solid week stopping occasionally to rest and replenish. You lost track of time. Time seems to slip by when you are happily serving me doesn’t it?”
I kissed her feet again and said, “Yes Zeena, time slips by when I am happily serving you.”
She hooked her toe on my chin and said, “Very good Roy. Now eat your breakfast. I just cancelled our chores so you can make love to me again.”
I cannot remember what I did for a living, where I lived or anyone I once knew. The only thing that matters to me is serving my priestess Zeena.