And it was. Springtime at least. Celia was enjoying her stay with the two traveling conmen. Well sort of conmen. After all their product was guaranteed to work approximately 50 percent of the time. Celia meant to ask exactly how they had come up with that figure but it always slipped her mind. She'd fallen in love with the goofy blond member of the troop and being a girl who liked to take charge had wrapped him around her little finger. And now she was working on doing the same to Paul; the shorter, dark haired member of the duo, or trio now all things considered.

They were in the hippie bus and Art was driving. Nominally her boyfriend she had been sitting next to him trying inventive ways of distracting him from the road. She started with her nail along the side of his neck, then kissing softly the back of his ear. He had managed to ignore that. So then she began squeezing his nipple. When that failed to adequately gain his attention she bit it. After the very near car wreck that ensued she smirked her way to the back of the van.

Paul had woken up when the car had radically swerved bashing his head against the side of the van. This had not done much for his mood and he softly swore to himself. Nipples first and giggling she swayed over to him.

"Does that hurt?" she cooed and rubbed his scalp where he'd bashed it. He jerked away from her touch. She sat down next to him, thighs barely touching and leaned close to him as if encouraged. He sidled further away on the long bench seat. Unfortunately the new perspective gave him a good view of the generous cleavage revealed by her low cut shirt. A dragon pendant with a purple amethyst hung amidst her décolletage.

He missed her next comment and had to ask "huh?" when he realized she'd said something and was waiting for his reply. This was not good, he thought to himself 'I'm supposed to be the clever one of this group.'

"You don't have to be so defensive, I'm not going to steal Art away from you. I admire the friendship between you. And I love him too much to ever hurt him by chasing away his friends. Can't you realize that?"

"What I realize is that you've turned him into a little puppy dog. You've even given him a collar like one!"

"And you're worried I'll do the same to you?" She asked him in her soft throaty voice. He felt a chill wash over him when she said this. Her eyes were on him, locked into his. He jerked his eyes away, but unfortunately this brought them down to view the creamy skin of her breasts with the dragon pendant bouncing between them. 'Odd how it glittered purpley in the black light of the van' He thought. All good VW buses have black light in the back.

"No" he said jerking his thoughts if not his eyes from her cleavage. "I just want my friend back the way he was before you hooked him."

"I did not hook him, he used a love potion on me." Paul stared at her mouth agape. "You didn't think I knew, I'm not stupid. I've replayed what happened in my mind a hundred times, and given you guys sell love potions it's not a huge logical leap."

"But, then aren't you mad?"

"How can I be mad at my cute, little Art? He's just got such dreamy blue eyes, and so charmingly shy and awkward. I might never have noticed him if it wasn't for that love potion. And he's such an attentive little sex toy too. All in all I'm quite pleased to be in love with him, so what if he used a potion on me. How can I be upset when I'm so happy?" She said all this with a genuine, shining smile that had the additional affect of numbing Paul's brain. With her hand she began toying with her pendant with one hand.

Celia had dark hair that fell in slight waves down to her shoulders. Her eyes were a shining green like emeralds in the dark. Her nails were black and shone in the ultraviolet light. Paul found his eyes drawn to the shining pendant as she continued to speak her voice soft and low.

"So why can't you be happy for us. It shouldn't be hard if you would just unbend a bit. Just look at how happy we are now that Art has found his place as my slave. He's so much happier. Think how happy you could be if you would just relax. Just surrender to your desire for me."

He shook himself, trying to jumpstart his brain. "No, I'm not going to surrender. This is our show and I'm not about to give that up and become a member of your backup band. You hear me? This is our show!" He hissed his defiance at her; keeping his voice down so Art wouldn't hear the fight in progress.

"Good" she said, You're very strong willed. I like a man who struggles against my dominance. Not that it will do any good. No man can resist my creamy breasts. They're so beautiful. Don't you agree?" And she leaned forward so that her heavy bosom strained against her the underwire of her bra. The penant bounced forward and swung softly before her.

"They're all right" he conceded. "I've seen better."

"Really" she said. "Tell me where you've seen better. Take a closer looook and tell me where exactly you've seen more compelling, more attractive, more arresting cleavage." She began anew to toy with her pendant with her glittering, glimmering nails.

"That's right, relax and try to remember when you've seen better breasts. More compelling, more relaxing than these. You can't remember can you? You can barely even think right now. You just want to stare at my beautiful breasts don't you?"

Paul tried to rally his thoughts but it was so hard to look away from the glittering pendant and the background of those heavy breasts. The cleavage was so inviting, so soft and comforting. His whole head felt numb and he felt so relaxed. His body was heavy and so were his eyes. He just wanted to rest and stare at her boobs.

"You like staring at my boobs don't you? That's okay, I like when men stare at my chest. It makes them so helpless, so unable to think. And when a man can't think it's so easy to make him my plaything." She leaned closer to him so that her scent surrounded him. Her aroma of cheap perfume wafted all around him. It was getting harder and harder to think. Did she just call him a plaything?

"Just relax. Surrender to my scent, to my breasts. To my beautiful breasts. You're surrendering now." Paul felt his head nodding as he spoke. He tried to blink himself awake but that just made it harder to open them up again. Still he forced them open, but that only left him agape at the vision he beheld. She was so close that her breasts, unencumbered by a bra now, swayed inches before his eyes. Captivated he watched them sway before him as she spoke directly to his brain.

"Relax. Surrender to my breasts. They are so powerful and your mind is so weak. So terribly weak. You can't resist my words. You no longer want to try and fight. Just watch my swaying breasts. Helpless to loook away. You don't want to loook away. Just stare, my helpless little playtoy and she caressed his chin with her hand. My helpless little slave."

Paul just grinned vacantly. He watched the breasts sway before him completely captivated.

"When I bury your face in my bosom you will close your eyes and surrender. You will inhale deeply the perfume of my flesh and it will surround your mind. You will be captivated by the sensation of being surrounded by my soft flesh and your mind will open to me. You will be my helpless little slave and obey all my commands." And so saying she pressed his head to her breasts and buried him in her bosom. His eyes slammed shut and he inhaled deeply of her scent.

"Are you my helpless little slave?" she asked him.

"Yes mistress" he said.

"And do you yearn to obey me?"

"Yes mistress" he said.

"Good boy. Now when I count to three you will wake up and be your normal self save for one or two things. You will find me the most attractive girl you ever saw. You will find yourself wanting to please me and not understand why. You will hate yourself for wanting to be my slave but you will do it anyway. You will stare at me whenever you think I won't see you. But I'll always see you. And this will make you ashamed. But you won't be able to stop yourself. And you will masturbate thinking of me. You will be unable to masturbate to anything else. And only by thinking of me will you come; even if you're with another girl. And whenever I say helpless you will revert to this state of complete slavery. You understand don't you?"

"Yes mistress" he said "I understand."

"Good" she said. Now one, two, three." And she snapped her fingers and Paul's eyes popped open. He stared at her exposed breasts swaying between them. They were the most amazing breasts he'd ever seen.

"Oh they must have popped out when we hit that bump." She squealed with mock embarrassment. Paul was unable to contain his sigh of disappointment when she put them away and then flushed as she realized she'd heard him.

She just smiled at him in tender amusement and caressed his neck with one hand. He wanted to wriggle away but only wriggled like a puppy in guilty pleasure. Her smile grew wider and she pulled an article of clothing from behind her back. He eyed it suspiciously.

It was a collar. A black velvet one. She wanted him to wear a collar like Art. Not going to happen. She extended her hand like it was a precious gift. And she smiled at him. No way. He didn't wear collars. Not going to happen.

"Would you wear it for me?" She asked him with that funny half smile girls have when they want you to do something they know you don't want to do. His knees turned to water. Hating himself, he took it from her hand and put it around his neck. She patted his head and despite himself he beamed. And stared at her ass as she walked back up front to sit next to her boyfriend, who happened to be his best friend.

He sighed and laid down. And began to touch himself. Thinking of her. His mistress.