Breaking Wood

It had been several years since my husband had passed away and I had gotten along just fine without a man in my life. At first I was too traumatized to date and when I finally did I compared every man to my deceased husband and in my opinion, none of them measured up. In retrospect I think part of my problem is that I had spent years training my husband to be the exact man I had dreamed of marrying and none of these men had been trained.

I learned to get by on my own and after a few years decided I would never have a man in my life again. All of the things that had been done for me I learned to do on my own. This arrangement seemed to work out fine until I started doing maintenance around the house. I decided to rebuild the deck on my patio. My husband and I had talked about doing it before his untimely death and now I decided to do it myself. I bought a few books, asked for help at the hardware store and within a few weeks I had torn down my old patio and built a new patio without a man’s help. But alas the time came where I needed some testosterone in my life.

I ordered a trash bin and began the painful process of breaking up the wood so it would fit into the bin. After just a short amount of time I knew I had bitten off more than I could chew. Then my neighbor Tim came out of his house saw me attempting to break the wood and came over to help. He said, “Hi Martha, would you be willing to accept some help?”

I pushed the hair out of my face and when he saw the look of desperation on my face he said, “I guess the answer is yes.”

I had been placing the wood with one end on the curb and one end in the street and jumping onto it. Half the time all I did was catapult myself into the street without breaking the wood. Tim took the wood, leaned it on the trash bin and gave it a hard sideways kick. It snapped immediately. I had gloves on so I would set the wood, he would kick it and I would throw it in the bin. We worked as a team and what once looked like a several day project was finished in a little less than an hour.

When we broke the last board I threw my arms around him and said, “Thank you so much Tim. You’re a lifesaver. I would have been here for days.”

I could feel he was uncomfortable with the hug but I wasn’t sure why. He either had an attraction to me and the close physical contact wasn’t something he was ready for or he just wasn’t used to hugging. I couldn’t be sure but I thought it would be fine to flirt with him and tease him a bit. His fiancé had only recently moved in with him and they were planning their wedding so flirting was all I had in mind when I said, “Can I get you some lemon-aid or a soda?”

Tim said, “I would love some lemon-aid.”

I said, “Then come on in and I’ll get you some.”

We went inside and I said, “I need to go change. These jeans are killing me and they’re covered in sawdust. I’ll be right back.”

I ran upstairs, put on my white shorts and my skimpiest t-shirt and I came back downstairs. I said, “Now let’s get you that lemon-aid I promised you.”

I overfilled the glass on purpose and as I walked towards him I purposely spilled some on my leg. Then I said, “Ooh, ouch, that hurt. I really need to be more careful when I’m shaving.”

I put my leg up in front of him with my foot between his knees but resting on the edge of the seat. I pointed to a tiny cut I had and said, “I cut myself shaving my legs and I just spilled lemon-aid on it. Wow that hurts.”

I wasn’t much in the breast department but my legs and ass could turn heads when I wore the right clothes and I was wearing the right clothes. Tim squirmed in his seat for a moment and then he said, “You should be careful when you shave because you have beautiful legs.”

I twisted my body leaving my foot in place but directing my ass more towards his face and said, “Thanks Tim, I’ve been told my assets are my legs and my ass. Of course more sensitive men tell me it’s my eyes.”

I left my butt in front of his face for a moment and then turned back towards him. I put my face directly in front of his face and gave him my sexy eyes. Then I said, “What to do you think Tim?”

He seemed very nervous because he knew his fiancé was just next-door but I could see he also was becoming very aroused. He adjusted his sitting position and I glanced down to see he was growing an erection. Then he said, “I would say your eyes.”

I ran my nails gently along his face and said, “So you’re a sensitive man. Can I be honest with you Tim?”

Tim squirmed even more and got goose pimples from my caress to his face. He stuttered a little when he said, “Sure.”

Still keeping my face just inches from his and my foot still between his legs I said, “Up until today I didn’t realize how nice it is to have a man around the house. I thought I was independent and didn’t need a man but watching you break that wood made me realize I miss a man’s company, I miss a man’s touch and most of all I miss a man in my bedroom.”

Tim allowed his mind to wander and I had in my sights when he suddenly tried to pull out of the enchanting web I was weaving around him. He brought his fiancé into the picture and said, “That’s what Denise used to say.”

For a moment I thought I had lost him and almost panicked but then I realized he was still very flustered and still very much lost in my eyes so I decided to continue. I am sure he thought this was just overt flirting and did not recognize a hypnotic induction in my advances. If I did this right he would either think I was very flirtatious or he would be in a deep trance. I hoped for the latter.

I said, “Then you know what I’m talking about. You know that feeling of being on top of a woman pumping away after an all night session of fondling and foreplay. You’ve kissed, you’ve touched and now finally as the morning sun starts to peek over the horizon you are making love. It feel so good to be inside her and as you near orgasm you know, you can just feel that you are going to collapse into her arms.”

His eyes never left mine and besides being fully erect I could see that he was actually starting to pump his hips. The movement was ever so slight but it was enough to tell me that while he was physically seated before me I had taken his mind into a bedroom where he was making love to a woman. Whether it was Denise or me did not matter as long as his mind was following my words.

I continued and said, “You look into her eyes with love and then you cum. Your body shakes and shivers with delight and then that warm sleepy feeling comes over you. It happens to every man and as much as you don’t want it to it happens to you. You have released and your body suddenly goes from arousal and excitement to a deep desire to close your heavy eyes and sleep. You collapse into her arms and as she strokes your hair and tells you she loves you your eyes drift closed and you sleep. There is no fighting this urge to sleep. It happens to every man and it is happening to you. Don’t fight it Tim. Just give into this feeling and sleep. Sleep for me Tim, sleep.”

As Tim’s eyes closed and a happy smile drifted across his face I felt my pussy tingle with excitement for the first time in years. He had put up some defenses against me seducing him but had never seen this coming.

I reached up and put my hand behind Tim’s back. Then I said, “Tim, you are asleep and I have put you into this sleep. I am going to guide you back from your seated position to a lying position and as I do will count backwards from ten to one. With each number I count you will go ten times deeper into your sleep and you will become ten times more open to my suggestion. When your head touches the pillow and I count to one you will be in a deep sleep and will hear only my voice.”

I counted backwards from ten to one and slowly guided Tim back towards the cushion on my couch. I felt his body go limp and the emotion slowly left his face. By time I reached five he was a heavy lifeless blob. I brought him all the way down to one and set his head on the cushion. I had puts lots of people under but I had never seen anyone go so deeply under on a first time induction.

I sat down next to my sleeping victim and said, “You are deeply hypnotized Tim and will obey me without question. What will you do Tim?”

Tim’s speech was slow and slurred but he immediately responded, “I will obey you without question.”

I said, “You will also refer to me as mistress from now on as you realize you are an inferior male and must submit to me in all things. Tell me what you are slave.”

Tim said, “I am an inferior male.”

I was getting wet just watching his mind melt under my command. I said, “And what shall my slave call me?”

He said, “You are my mistress.”

I said, “You are not only my slave now Tim, you are my property. I may do anything I want to you and anything I want with you. The more you submit to me the deeper under my power you will fall. Even after I wake you up from your nice hypnotic sleep you will still be very much under my control. Is that clear slave?”

He said, “Yes mistress.”

I said, “We are going to rewind now my submissive slave. I am going to count forwards from ten to one. As I do you will sit back up and when I reach the number one you will be seated in the same position you were before I hypnotized you and will be fully awake. You will not have any memory of being hypnotized and will believe I am still talking about what it would be like to make love to me. Only when you awaken you will feel different about me. I will be your only desire and the only woman you have ever wanted. Denise and for that matter any other woman leaves you cold and you will not want to be with them. Is that clear slave?”

Tim said, “Yes mistress.”

I counted back up to ten and each number brought him a little further up in his seat and when I reached ten he was awake and seated back in his same position. I said, “And then you collapse into my arms. Would you like to collapse into my arms Tim?”

Tim seemed confused by his new feelings for me and it seemed as if he was trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind. I put my fingernail under his chin, brought his eyes up to mine and said, “I asked you a question Tim. Would you like to make love to me and become my love slave?”

He looked at me with surrender and lust in his eyes and said, “Yes mistress, I wish to become your love slave.”

I took his hand and said, “Then come with me and learn to serve me. One night with me and there will be no one else for you.”

Tim followed me up the stairs and when we got to the top he said, “But what about my fiancé?”

I took him forcibly into my arms and kissed him. I reached down and yanked his pants off and while his pants were around his ankles I knocked him to the floor. I put his penis in my mouth and gave it a quick lick. I pulled it back out and said, “You have a fiancé? When you cum you will not even be able to remember her name.”

I then gave my new slave the best oral sex I am sure he had ever had. Then just to show him who is boss I crawled up so we were face to face and said, “Kiss me slave.”

He looked at my mouth and said, “But you have my cum in your mouth.”

I said, “And you will do as you are told won’t you slave?”

He looked confused again at his newfound submissive tendencies and then replied, “Yes mistress, I will do as I am told.”

He kissed me and even though I could tell it totally grossed him out I could also feel him surrendering to me even more than before. I decided to end his torture and broke off the kiss. Then I said, “Good slave. Now I do believe you were saying something about having a fiancé is that right?”

He was lying back on the floor with a completely satisfied and submissive look on his face when he suddenly sat up in a panic. He said, “Oh my gosh I was supposed to be home hours ago. What’s her name is going to be upset.”

I laughed and said, “Oh you two must really be in love. You can’t even remember her name.”

He looked really confused and then I said, “Now be a good slave and go break up with her. You can live with me while she finds another place to stay.”

His confused look went away and he looked at peace again. His path was clear and he needed to be told what to do now that I had seized control of his mind. Tim stood up and said, “Yes mistress. I will go and break up with her now.”

As he started down the stairs I said, “You can console her for a brief period of time but then I want you back here. I want my pussy licked tonight and then I have some chores for you to do around my house.”

My neighbor and my new slave went down the stairs to end his old life and to begin his new life. Right before he turned the corner for the front door he replied, “Yes mistress, I will obey.”

I smiled and thought, “Yes you will my slave, yes you will.”