I loved football season and I loved going to the game on the Saturday’s we had home games. I had started out years ago volunteering in the parking lot. I would direct traffic, miss the first few minutes of the game and then was invited to sit in cheap metal chairs to watch the game for free.
It was a few years ago that I had realized I volunteered in the parking lot just for fun and no longer needed to. My company’s sales had taken off and I was now one of the success stories of this very institution whose football games still excited me. I no longer sat in those dingy metal chairs and had my own season tickets. Sometimes I enviously looked up at the box seats and wondered what it would be like to watch a game in luxury knowing all along I would never have that kind of money.
The weekend of our opening home game I was in the parking lot directing traffic when a woman just a few years older than me pulled up in her convertible Mercedes-Benz. The smell of expensive perfume drifted up from the car. I was never one to react to perfume but her scent was powerful and intoxicating. I felt aroused from the scent and a little disoriented. In spite of her top being down on the car she rolled down her window and said, “You look a little old to be a student.”
I laughed and said, “My student days are long behind me. I used to volunteer in the parking lot for free tickets but now I just volunteer to meet fellow football fans.”
She threw her car into park, handed me a ticket and said, “Great, park my car and I’ll see you inside.”
I said, “Ma’am I do not park cars. I just direct people to a parking place.”
The woman stepped close to me, dangerously close to me. Her perfume danced on my senses and her lips were just inches from mine. Then she said, “Then make an exception. That is a box seat ticket I just handed you and besides, I am not accustomed to being told no.”
She put her finger to her lips, kissed her finger and then put that finger to my lips. I reflexively kissed her finger and when she pulled her finger away I dreamily replied, “Yes ma’am. I’ll take care of your car.”
She said, “That’s better. I’ll see you inside. Don’t dilly-dally around. I hate to be left waiting by myself.”
I parked her car and as I got out of the car I looked down at the ticket. I was holding a box seat ticket that I had only dreamed of but never thought I would ever have. As I looked at the ticket I took a deep breath and got a whiff of her perfume. My mind returned to when she had stood just inches from my face. Her lips were full and red, her skin soft and white and her eyes were a piercing blue. I realized I was more excited about being in a box seat alone with her than I was about the box seat.
I had woman I had been dating for years. She wanted to marry but there was something missing in our relationship. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I wanted something more out of a marriage. There was something about the woman whose car I had parked and I wanted to know more about her. I decided I had assisted enough people with their parking and removed my parking vest. I eagerly displayed my box seat ticket and was escorted to the box seats by an armed guard. They obviously were serious about protecting their high rollers.
The guard let me in and the woman came over and in a slightly southern accent she said, “Darling, what took you so long? I told you I do not like to be left waiting. Come and give me a kiss.”
I thought she meant a kiss on her hand or kiss on her cheek. I awkwardly went to kiss her on her hand and she said, “Oh honey that is not a kiss. This is.”
I was stooped over to kiss her hand when she suddenly pulled her hand away, dropped down and placed her lips to my lips. I did not kiss her; I was kissed. Her lips roamed over my lips and I suddenly felt very inferior to her. She ended the kiss and took my hand to lead me to a chair. She pushed me down into the chair and said, “Sit while I make us a couple of drinks.”
The view from the box seats was not what I had imagined. I guess it was not designed for a great view of the game but was probably built to cater to the wealthy and to allow them to do business while a game was on. I leaned out to get a better view when I detected her presence with a whiff of perfume. I had never been so captivated by a woman’s perfume before finding myself to be more of a visual person. I looked up and she was standing over me with a drink.
I said, “Thank you.” I looked at my drink for a moment and said, “I don’t even know your name.”
She said, “Don’t you like mystery? Let’s not learn each other’s names yet. Just drink your drink and we’ll have some fun together.”
I looked at my drink again and wanted to ask her what the drink was. I could smell a little bit of Triple Sec and possibly some Vodka but the drink itself was as mysterious as this woman. I put it to my lips and my common sense screamed at me not to drink it. As if she knew what I was thinking she said, “So what if I put something in your drink? I can guarantee you that if I drugged you it would only be so we could have a little fun together.”
I pulled the drink away and said, “Did you drug it?”
She grabbed me, kissed me and when she broke the kiss she guided the glass to my lips. She tilted the glass up and said, “There is only one way to find out. Drink it and see what happens.”
I figured she was just being mysterious again and there was nothing in that glass but alcohol and ice so I drank it. I decided I would just slam the whole drink and let the chips fall where they fall. As I poured the drink down my throat her hand guided the bottom of the glass until I was finished. As I pulled the glass away from my mouth she took the glass from my hands and said, “Good boy. Now another kiss to reduce your resistance even further.”
She sat down on my lap facing me, took my head into her soft silky hands and pulled my face to her face. Those big soft red lips met mine again and my head swam from the kiss. I heard a slight ringing in my ears and felt warm and cozy. She sat on my lap smiling and said, “I see the drug I gave you is taking effect. Would you like to be hypnotized now?”
My head was spinning now and I wanted to make love to this dominant woman but being hypnotized had never even been mentioned. I said, “Why would I want to be hypnotized?”
This time she took my face, scrunched it squeezing my lips into a pucker and gently kissed me. Her kiss, her controlling nature and the drink seemed to work in unison to lower my resistance. She broke the kiss and said, “Because I want you to be my slave for the evening and hypnosis makes it so much more fun. So are you ready to submit to me my little pet?”
I went to answer but as I opened my mouth to speak she put her lips to my lips and jammed her tongue down my throat. She was so confident, so dominant, so powerful that I let my head fall back and melted under her kiss. This time when her lips parted mine I tried to lean forward to keep the kiss going. She scooted forward and up on the chair so that her breasts were now right in my face. Her perfume floated up into my nostrils and without any real cognizant effort I replied, “Yes I am ready to submit to you.”
My mysterious woman took my chin and lifted it so that my head was facing up and my eyes were looking into her eyes. She said, “Hypnosis is not really necessary at this point since I already have you under my control. But I will amuse myself and hypnotize you just to have fun. Now look deep into my beautiful blue eyes and relax. Relax and allow your eyes to grow heavy. You should already feel their heaviness. Can you feel them becoming heavier and heavier?”
I felt my eyes grow heavy the way they do when I have been up for 20 hours straight, I have undressed, put on my pajamas and I am climbing into bed. They immediately began to flutter. She said, “Oh yes you are even more submissive than I thought. You are helpless to resist my words as I draw you into a deep hypnotic trance. Your eyes grow heavier still as you grow sleepy, so very sleepy. As your eyes close you will find it harder and harder to think. You are so sleepy, your eyes are so heavy and you are finding it impossible to think for yourself. Sleep for your mistress and let her think for you. Sleep my submissive little pet and become my slave for the evening.”
I had no idea what she had in store for me but one thing was for sure, being hypnotized was nothing but a formality. This mysterious woman had captivated me from the moment she convinced me to park her car right up until the time I had agreed to be hypnotized. I was already under her control so being her slave for the evening didn’t seem like anything much different than where we were already heading. I slept at her command to sleep. To be honest I believe that if I had tried to change my mind it would not have done any good and I would have slept anyway. I cannot be sure because I eagerly let my eyes close longing for her to take me deeper.
I felt her get off my lap and then she walked behind where I was seated. She pulled up a chair behind me and said, “You are hypnotized now lover but wish to go deeper. It feels so good to be hypnotized and I know you long for me to take you deeper. Am I correct?”
I replied, “Yes you are correct.”
She kissed my ear and said, “You will refer to me as mistress. Is that clear my pet?”
I replied, “Yes mistress.”
She said, “Then it is time for you to go deeper and lose any last bit of control you have. Since you are a football fan we are going to play a little mental football. I am now holding a football and you are getting ready to go out for a pass. Can you see the field and the ball in your mind?”
I replied, “Yes mistress.”
She said, “When I tap your forehead you will begin running down the field for me to throw you a pass. Each step you run will cause you to become ten times more submissive towards me. When I throw the ball you will catch it but this is no ordinary ball. This ball represents complete obedience and by catching it you will become completely obedient to me unable to resist any command I give you.”
She touched my forehead and in my mind I began running. I heard her say, “I have just released the ball. Run for it my pet. Run for it and become my slave forever.”
As I positioned myself perfectly for the ball it occurred to some distant region of my mind that she said “forever” instead of “this evening” but I ran for the ball none the less. As I caught it I knew I would never ever disobey her nor did I think I would be capable of it even if I tried. My will to resist, mostly gone before I ever agreed to hypnosis, had been stripped completely from my mind.
My mistress said, “You are my slave now and will be for the remainder of your life. I have complete control over you and even when I awaken you my power over you will be absolute and complete. Do you understand slave?”
I replied, “Yes mistress, I understand.”
My mistress said, “Then it is time for you to wake up so you can see what you have gotten yourself into. I am confident that you will be pleased with your decision but I will let you decide how you feel for yourself.”
I was really confused by what she meant but I was in not in any position to argue or question. Then she said, “When I count to three you will awaken. You will remember being hypnotized and will remember that you are my slave who willingly accepted his fate.”
She counted to three and when I opened my eyes there were several wealthy looking women in the box seat each with a younger man hanging on their arm. My mistress held out her arm and said, “Take your place at my side my pet.”
I said, “Yes mistress.”
One of the other women said, “Oops. Your slave called you mistress in public. You need to train him better.”
My mistress said, “You will not call me mistress unless we are alone. From now on I am simply Shannon when we are in public. Is that clear slave?”
I replied, “Yes Shannon.”
One of the men attached to his mistress turned to his mistress and said, “May I?”
She shook her head yes and he immediately released her arm, walked over to me, extended his hand and said, “Welcome to our group. Shannon has waited a long time for the right man to come along. She was very picky about her new man but it appears she has chosen wisely. We watched her work from a two way mirror and I have to admit you looked like you didn’t even need to be hypnotized.”
I shook his hand back and replied, “I don’t think I did. She was so incredibly alluring and mesmerizing that just her presence put me under her control.”
He stepped back to his mistress and said, “Welcome again. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
His mistress sat down to watch the game and he removed her shoes and began massaging her feet.
I leaned over to my mistress and said, “Shall I rub your feet?”
She said, “No darling. I want to go home now and have you rub something else. You have no idea how horny I got hypnotizing you.”
My mistress drove me home and I began my life as a kept man. My only purpose in life became fulfilling my mistress’ needs. Fortunately for me she is a huge sports fan so I often got to satisfy her in our shared box seat and then enjoy a good football game afterwards. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.