I went down to the local hardware store to get in line for their big annual sale. I had my eye on a new drill set and a new table saw so I went down several hours before opening. I really was not happy when I pulled up and saw a line at least 15 people deep. My only hope was that those people did not want the same items I wanted. I got in line and read the magazine I had brought with me.
By time the doors opened the line was around the corner and I could no longer tell how many people were in line anymore. When the doors opened people orderly made their way into the store and began grabbing items they wanted. I got to the table saw and had a salesman put a SOLD sign on it. I had one down and one to go. I went to where the drill sets were and saw one last drill up on the top shelf. There wasn’t a sales person anywhere to be found so I grabbed the employee ladder, grabbed the drill and stepped down holding my prize.
I turned around and found myself face to face with a tall overweight woman wearing a men’s white tank top. She had her hair up in a bun, no makeup, and looked like she wanted to kill me. I stood there for a moment waiting for her to say excuse me so she could pass but instead she said, “Where do you think you’re going with my drill?”
I said, “What do you mean your drill? I got to it first so it’s mine.”
The woman had the nerve to put her hand on the drill and said, “No it’s not Asshole. I went to find a sales person and while I was gone you went up there and took my drill.”
I angrily said, “Look fat ass, it is not my problem that you’re too fat to climb up there and get it yourself.”
The woman removed her hand from the drill and said, “So you want to get personal huh? At least I’m not some rich asshole taking advantage of a poor woman’s only opportunity to buy a drill on sale. What do you do for a living?”
I replied, “What I do for a living is really none of your business but I’ll tell you anyway. I am a CPA and CFP.” She put her hands on her hips and gave me a look that indicated she had no idea what those acronyms meant so I said, “A certified public accountant and a certified financial planner. Now can I have my drill set?”
The woman put her hand back on the drill set and said, “Actually I think it is my drill set. I got to it first, you obviously can afford to buy it full price plus you called me a fat ass.” She paused for a moment and then said, “You know you’re very well built for a professional type. Actually you’re just very well built. I could have so much fun with you in the bedroom. I bet you’ve never had sex with a fat woman before have you?”
I almost laughed as I realized this huge woman was hitting on me. I thought to myself that she might have fun with me but the feelings definitely were not mutual. Still, I was flattered by her compliment and loosened my grip on the drill. Then I said, “You know what you’re right. I called you fat ass because you called me an Asshole. Just take the drill and I’ll wait until they restock.”
She said, “You still haven’t answered my question. Have you ever had sex with a fat woman before?”
I don’t know why I said anything but I replied, “Again that really isn’t any of your business but no, I can’t say that I have nor do I want to.”
The woman laughed and said, “I am sure you haven’t. You are a big strong muscular man. You have never experienced the pleasure of being helplessly pinned to the bed with two huge breasts swinging in your face. As you orgasm and make some desperate attempt to turn away or push her off of your body you realize you cannot budge her and are forced to take all the pleasure she has in store for you. I can guarantee you that a night with me and you would be calling me night and day begging me to see you again.”
I wanted to laugh at the idea of having sex with this woman but I allowed myself to get pulled into what she had said. My mind flashed to my bedroom, me helplessly pinned as she rode me and drained me of every ounce of cum I had in me as her two huge breasts smacked my face. I shook off the daydream and said, “I guess we’ll never find out. I hope you enjoy your new drill.”
I started to walk away when she reached out and grabbed me by my arm. Then she said, “Wait, I saw the look in your eyes. Being pinned with my breasts swinging in your face appealed to you didn’t it?”
I said no but unfortunately I was wearing loose fitting running shorts and my body revealed I was lying. The woman looked down at the tent in my pants and said, “Oh yes, I thought so. You know what I find fascinating about men like you? Men like you insult large women because you secretly desire us. I have a little secret for you. If I pull down my top and show you my breasts you will fall completely under my control.”
I laughed this time and said, “You may have gotten me a little aroused by talking about sex but I do not secretly desire you. On the contrary, I am not at all attracted to you and so far our interaction with each other has been anything but pleasant. And if you think that merely showing me your breasts will make me fall under your control then you are totally insane.”
She seemed determined and said, “If you’re so smart why not put it to the test. I know you will be overcome with lust and desire when I show you my breasts. So much in fact that your body will immediately be overcome with a desire to submit to me and your mind will shut down turning you into a submissive and obedient love toy for me to have fun with.”
The woman seemed so confident of her power to turn me into some kind of slave that I started to get nervous. Then I thought about it and realized I had seen hundreds of women’s breasts and no one had ever seized control of my mind. I said, “Okay smart ass, let’s put it to the test. Show me your breasts.”
The woman said, “Not here honey. Follow me into the bathroom and I’ll show you.”
As we made our way to the back of the store I couldn’t believe I had allowed this fat woman to convince me to follow her into the bathroom so I could look at her big disgusting breasts. My problem was I had a hard time turning down challenges and today was no different.
She motioned me into the bathroom, locked the door and said, “When I pull down my tank top you will be so smitten, so filled with desire that your breathing will slow, your mind will melt and you will quite simply be mesmerized and hypnotized by my breasts. Your eyes will feel as if weights were tied to them, your body will feel as if it has been heavily drugged and when I tell you to sleep you will sleep. Are you ready?”
I confidently and arrogantly said, “sure” so she pulled down her shirt.
They were enormous. They were soft, white, and silky with huge nipples that could fill my whole mouth. I stood transfixed for a moment and then she said, “Sleep.”
My next cognizant thought was finding myself sitting on the toilet seat, my chin on my chest and her counting to ten. She snapped her fingers and I opened my eyes. I realized immediately that I had lost the challenge. Somehow she had hypnotized me with just her breasts. It just didn’t make sense. I had seen many women naked before and nothing like this had ever happened before.
I said, “You did it. How? I mean, what happened? I don’t understand.”
The woman said, “That’s okay my submissive little love slave. I can explain everything to you when we get to your house. Go get your table saw loaded into your truck and then I’ll follow you home.”
I said, “Yes mistress. As you wish.” Then I jumped up to obey her orders.
As I drove away with my new saw and drill set that she let me have I wanted to kick myself for having followed her into the bathroom. How had I been so stupid? She had told me repeatedly she could hypnotize me with her breasts but I was too arrogant to listen. A few minutes later I backed into my driveway and waited for my mistress to pull up behind me.
She got out of the car and said, “Don’t look so sad Eddie. By time I am done with you today you will enjoy your new lot in life as my love slave. So do you want to know my secret?”
I shook my head yes. As she spoke I looked at her lips moving and felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Had she put this desire in my head? I was really confused. She said, “My name is Martha but my friends and family call me Bunny. It’s a long story that I’ll share for another day. You will continue to call me mistress but will call me Bunny when other people are around. Is that clear slave?”
I said, “Yes mistress.”
Bunny said, “Good boy. I consider myself somewhat of an expert at assessing other people and I also happen to be an expert in hypnosis. After our first exchange of words I assessed that you were a closet submissive and highly suggestible. Do you know what that means?”
I shook my head no. Bunny replied, “I wouldn’t expect a financial type to so don’t feel bad. A closet submissive is someone who desires to be dominated and either hasn’t told anyone or may not even realize it yet. A highly suggestible person is one who easily accepts and responds to suggestions. I did not hypnotize you with my breasts. There is no such thing as hypnotic breasts. I merely gave you powerful suggestions, that were heightened by your sexual desire, that when I showed you my breasts you would fall into a deep hypnotic trance. You allowed me to program your mind to be hypnot ized by the sight of my breasts. Now you are mine and I have big plans for you.”
I said, “So are you telling me I wasn’t really hypnotized? That it was all in my mind?”
Bunny laughed at my question and said, “Actually it was all in your mind and you were hypnotized. I’m not going to explain the nuances of hypnosis to you right now. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t my breasts, it was my masterful use of words to control your mind. I have had enough talking for now. We’ll have lots of time to get to know each other but now it is time for you to follow me into the house, to get on your knees and to worship your mistress.”
Holding out her hand she said, “Give me the keys to my new home slave. Your days of coming and going as you wish are over. You will only leave with my permission. Is that clear slave?”
This could not be happening. I had a fat woman in my driveway ordering me to hand over the keys to my home as she told me I would not have any freedom ever again. I tried to fight her words. I kept my hand firmly in my pocket refusing to bring the keys out. Bunny laughed at my weak attempt to resist and said, “Oh isn’t that cute. You’re trying to fight the control I have over you. Look at these slave.”
Bunny pulled her top down and momentarily flashed me with her breasts. Total skin time was probably less than a second but before the shirt was even fully covering her breasts my hands were already producing the keys. I handed her the keys and said, “Here are your keys mistress.”
I felt dejected, deflated, like I had lost all that I had worked for. Bunny took my chin, brought my head up and kissed me. When she broke the kiss she said, “Don’t worry honey, soon your desire to serve me will be all that matters to you and you will be happy as my slave. All I have to do is make love to you and your free will be completely gone. Now be a good little boy and follow me into the house so we can consummate your slavery.”
I followed her into my home, our home, so I could go to my fate. She closed the door, pulled my athletic shorts off and said, “Come with me” as she pulled me by my penis.
She wandered around for a moment until she spotted my spare bedroom and said, “Somehow I thought your bedroom would be bigger.” She pushed me down on the bed and said, “Prepare to lose yourself to me.”
Bunny climbed up on top of me, allowed her two huge breasts to swing into my face and she pinned me to the bed holding my hands above my head sinking into the mattress. She said, “Do not cum until I give you permission slave.”
I said yes mistress as she rode me. The pleasure built up and built up but she would not allow me to release. Finally she rose up onto my head and yelled “cum” at me. My body shook violently as I was unable to get her off the head. She completely drained me just as I had imagined back in the hardware store. As she did I felt my will to resist her leave my body and my mind. When I finally went soft she rolled off of me, laid down next to me, kissed my face and said, “Now isn’t that better?”
I sat up and said, “No, it isn’t mistress. I was so selfish to cum first before I took care of your needs. I want only to please you.”
I don’t know what she did to me but whatever it was it worked. When she rolled off of me I knew, without any doubt, that I would gladly do anything, give up anything, and obey her without question. She could have my keys or anything else she wanted because I was hers forever. She spread her legs and said, “I will grant your wish and allow you to serve me.”
I eagerly and happily began my life of submission and slavery.