The plane didn’t crash. That was Jon’s first thought when they landed the plane. It didn’t crash. John had heard there were people who didn’t expect a crash, didn’t fervently pray to a god they didn’t believe in everytime they got on a plane. He couldn’t understand why not. Admittedly he’d gone on to airsafe.com and verified that the line he was taking hadn’t had a fatal incident in twenty years. But to him flying meant taking your life in your hands, not even your hands really. Putting your life in someone else’s hands and that scared the crap out of him.

Of course some of the things he’d done in basic training, climbing over that 40 foot contraption called the ladder in the rain in particular, had scared the crap out of them but he’d done them anyway. Just like he’d gotten on this plane. It didn’t hurt that his mistress had told him she wanted him too. If he just closed his eyes he could hear her voice in his head.

“It’s okay baby, sssshhh. It’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re allright. My sweet, sweet boy. Don’t think. Just obey. Just surrender. You belong to me. And that pleases me. And you love to please me. Surrender. Obey. My sweet, baby, such a good boy. Come back to me now. Come back.”

He opened his eyes. He didn’t see her yet, but he knew she’d be here. SHE had said she would be, and doubting her wasn’t something he was capable of anymore.

Then he saw her, at the baggage claim smoking a cigarette. He savored the sight of her, low cut black t-shirt filled with her heavy breasts. Curvy hips filling out the sides of her jeans while her ass nicely rounded out the back. She was beautiful and she was his mistress. Now she turned and saw him. She caught his eyes and took a long drag from her cigarette, and then exhaled. His eyes followed the smoke as he’d been trained. Imagined in wafting over him, washing away his thoughts. “Kneel slave.”

Immediately he knelt at her feet. It had been a late night flight to Durham so there were only a few people to stare as he kissed the tops of her feet in her high heeled shoes. Which was good because that wasn’t a sight the good people of North Carolina would have wanted to see, unlike Los Angeles or New York where no one would have noticed. BDSM was still underground here, mostly. “Stand up and come back to me now. Come back to me sweetheart.”

He opened his eyes and stood up. And wrapped his arms around her and squeezed so very tight, her back popping loudly.

“Thank you baby” she said. “That’s one of the things I like about your hugs. It’s better than a trip to the chiropractor. “So where are your bags?” ”I didn’t bring anything, I shipped it all. So I have my hands free for fondlings.” He grinned and playfully grabbed her breasts. She struggled but as a trained submission fighter he had her hopelessly helpless in a matter of seconds. “You’ve got me sweetheart, but I have a secret weapon.” ”I don’t think so” and he moved to cover her mouth but not before she could call him “Angel” and he closed his eyes and let her go, his limbs drained of strength. He tried to open them, to keep her arms locked behind her but he felt so heavy and lethargic. He just couldn’t open his eyes, but he felt so good he didn’t really want to. Just wanted to savor the sound of her voice as she praised him for how quickly he went under and how she hoped he’d go under even faster in the future.

When she brought him back, she smiled broadly. “Secret weapon 1, big tough cagefighter guy zero.”

“I love you baby” he said “but you’re a fucking bitch.”

“I love you baby, even though you’re an obnoxious asshole so much of the time.”

“I gotta be me.”

“Only when I want you to be” she said.

“We really need to rework the power dynamics in our relationship.”

“If you ask me nicely I’ll let you be macho in front of other people.”

“Can I slap you and tell you to make me a sandwich?”

Amidst the banter he thought back to how it had come to this. Her going to Duke law school, his coming out and starting Duke business school in the fall. He remembered being nervous as his GMAT, the business school admissions test began, but then hearing her voice in his head telling him to be calm, reminding him that she’d reward him if he did well and how proud he’d make her. A 740 out of 800 later and Jon was on his way to starting his MBA at Duke. His veteran’s benefits were going to get them a house together, and their dreams were about to come true.

But it hadn’t always been that way. He’d been friends with her but dating this super thin, kinda anorexic Huntington Beach snob type. Her name was Nara who’s annoyance factor was exceeded only by her hotness. Of course he couldn’t really remember why he thought she was hot, but at the time the slim hipped, small breasted girl with the high cheekbones and perfect hair had made him want to beg for sex. Which he’d sometimes had to. On the other hand Amy was supportive and sweet and very much the friend with the crush. They worked together, played chess together and had messed around once or twice at the company Christmas party. But he’d been super into Nara and had aquiesced when she wanted to attend this years X-mass bash. They had been dancing and drinking, he and Nara that is and having the closest they could come to a nice time together without sex involved. Then Amy had come over and he’d hugged her hello. Nara’s eyes lit with jealously and she started to make digs about Amy’s weight. Amy was pretty and it was all muscle or curves but to Nara anyone who wasn’t starving themselves was overweight. And Jon knew that Amy’s mother and a good bit of Amy’s subconscious agreed with Nara. “Back off Nara, you’re way out of line.”

“I knew it” she spat out “you’re sleeping with her.”

“Gotta love that about you Nara, you’re all about the logic and sweet reason.”

“Well why else would you defend her?”

“Because she’s my friend and I like her and you’ve got no right to make snide comments to her.” ”I wasn’t, I was just giving helpful advice. Like that a girl with a few extra pounds should wear baggier clothing and not low cut shirts.”

“Poison in sweet water still kills.” I quoted.

“What’s that?” asked Nara.

“It’s a quote from Omar Khayam, from the Rubiyat.” supplied Amy helpfully. “Oh you’re so clever” Nara said sweetly “I wish I’d had time to read books, but I was always busy on Saturday night. I really envy you Amy having that time to yourself.” Then she leaned back into Jon and feeling him grow erect at the touch of her ass sashayed off. “We’ll take off as soon as I powder my nose, right Jon. We have things to do at home, don’t we?” Her voice was honeyed and seductive and Jon couldn’t even manage a response other than a shaky nod. “Wow, she’s got you whipped.”

“Yeah.” Jon agreed. “I don’t know what you see in her, other than that gorgeous face and tight little body.”

“Me either” “I’m wound up and need to relax, join me outside while I smoke?”

“Sure. Hopefully Nara won’t be too pissed when she comes out.”

“Do you even get to borrow your balls from her, you know every now and then?”

“You’re fun, you know that? Fun.”

Outside Amy took a cigarette from her purse and but only held it before her. “You’re a guy, sort of. Watch me I’m working on looking seductive while I smoke.” ”Thanks, I think. Vamp me up.”

“Okay, now watch. Watch as I light it, then take a long drag.” And she took a long slow drag from the cigarette, slowly pulled it from her lips making a small hand motion back and forth with the cigarette. She was wearing black gloves which really made the white cigarette stand out. Then she exhaled the smoke up into the air, slowly again and made the motion so seductive. All the while she was continuing the little left and right hand motion with her cig. “How was that? Did it draw your eyes?”

“Yeah” Jon said distractedly. “Totally.”

“And did it turn you on?”

“Yeah, a little. But I’m not really into smoking.”

“Just pretend, pretend for me smoking is sexy. That’s the kind of guy I’m going for. I want a guy who thinks smoking is sexy, seductive. Irresistible even. Pretend to be that kind of guy for me. Okay?”

“Sure” Jon said watching her cigarette, following it with his eyes. Just like she wanted him too.

“What is smoking?”

“Sexy.”

“What else”

“Seductive.” He could pretend he felt that way if she wanted to. If it helped a friend. Besides smoking was kind of sexy now that he thought about it. So seductive. He found himself not really caring if Nara came out pissed or not. “Good boy.” For some reason her saying that made him grin broadly. He liked the way her voice sounded when she praised him. It made him feel good inside.

Amy smiled herself, she’d manage to coax him into a near trance, it would be easy to suggest he go deeper, but she had to work quickly.

“You look tired baby, why don’t you close your eyes for a second. Just relax.”

“It’s okay” she added as he was about to protest “you can still see me smoking, just picture it in your mind. That’s better isn’t it.” ”Uh huh” he murmured.

“Good boy, you’re doing so well. Relaxing for me. Seeing me smoke, it’s so seductive, so sexy, so irresistible. Isn’t it.” ”Yeahhh” his voice trailed on like a kids.

“Just relax, let yourself relax and watch me smoke. Listen to my voice. In a moment you’re going to see me blow smoke into your face and that’s going to make you completely relaxed, totally lost in my words okay?”

“Sssure.” Jon said with difficulty. It was getting hard to talk. He just wanted to relax and listen to Amy’s voice.

As if she could read his mind, Amy said “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk anymore. You can just listen to my voice, since it feels so good to listen to my voice, my voice is so seductive and sexy. You love to listen to me, to listen and know what I say is true.”

“You know what you like don’t you Jon. You like to listen to my voice and you like large breasted girls, with full hips and seductive voices. That’s what turns you on. Full breasts that are displayed in front of you, the tops so creamy white and inviting, that’s what you like. And you don’t like thin girls with barely any curves, even if they have pretty faces. Do you?”

“Don’t like pretty thin girls.” Jon said sounding so very young and cute.

“Good boy. You did so well. Come back to me now, come back to me my angel. Knowing everything I said is true, and feeling so good, come back to me now.”

Amy hoped it worked, she’d had to rush at the end as she saw Nara coming with a whole load of mad on.

“What’s going on here? Oh god you’re smoking. I hate the smell of smoke. And now it’s going to be all over his clothes. Some people are so inconsiderate. Couldn’t you find some other guy to moon over you cow.”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Jon said coming back to himself. He didn’t remember much of what he and Amy had been talking about but he felt revitalized. The last thing he wanted was to rush home at Nara’s beck and call. Even if Nara was hot a man shouldn’t be under a girls thumb. It was demeaning. “Jon, you don’t see it but she’s making a play for you. And it’s just that I don’t want to lose you” she said running her fingers over his chest and looking deep into his eyes. Ordinarily that would have melted him by now, at the least he’d be painfully erect but somehow he wasn’t much affected.

“Maybe he wants me to make a play for him bitch.” Jon turned and saw, really looked at, Amy for the first time since she’d brought him back. The sight rocked him, all that beautiful cleavage on display. Her bright red lipstick gleamed seductively in the light of the outdoor torches. He could imagine being between those full hips and her rocking him, pulling him inside her with those muscled thighs. He brushed his hand through his hair and stammered “Hey Amy.”

“Hey yourself” she said huskily. She couldn’t quite believe it had really worked. They’d talked peripherally about his fetish for dominant women but she couldn’t really believe she’d used it so effectively. It had really turned her on. And seeing him look at her that way, like Nara wasn’t even there was giving her butterflies in stomach, and a warm surge moving other places. “Jon” Nara said “trying to recapture his attention. She fluttered her eyelashes, that usually worked. Jon didn’t even notice. He only had eyes for Amy, and mostly only for her breasts. Amy turned around and backed into him the way Nara had earlier, bumping Nara out of the way in the process. “I think you guys are over” Amy said and pressed her body into him.

Jon let out a low groan.

“You’re just not his type. You might say the whole anorexic waif look, well that’s just SO five minutes ago.”

Nara, at a loss for words for once, left fuming. If it’s any comfort dear reader, she found the manager of the company, got him away from his wife and fucked him in his jaguar about five minutes later after he promised her a day at the spa, all day his treat. So her evening wasn’t a total loss. And eventually she became his second ex-wife.

As for what happened to Jon and Amy after they left the airport, or more specifically after she hypnotized him and fucked him in the men’s room at the airport, that’s another story.