I had been enjoying the sunshine, food and most of all the women of Trinidad all week and was really sad that I would be leaving this beautiful Caribbean island. What I did not know yet is that I would end up extending my stay and when I finally did come home I would not be coming home alone.
I knew little about the island when I arrived and to be honest, I knew little about the Trinidad and Tobago soccer team that I would be commenting on. I reviewed their roster and bios on the plane and thought I would spend a little more time learning about the team but once I stepped off the plane it was party time. The liquor was flowing and the women were so incredibly beautiful that I wondered how I had gone so long without visiting. I was sure I would visit again even if I did not have a business reason for attending.
The day of the big soccer game finally arrived and I was astonished to see a sea of red shirts in the stands. Everyone was wearing red, singing, dancing and jumping in the stands. At the end of the first half the score was still zero to zero and the mood was still very festive. For reasons that are hard to explain T&T would win their division with either a tie or a win and the fans were happy that it was still a tie at zero to zero.
With just six minutes left in the second half of the game the T&T forward blew past the last defender and found himself in a one on one with the visiting team’s goalie. He faked left, shot right and the goalie watched helplessly as the ball went past his feet as he jumped the wrong direction. The crowd went wild.
The camera began panning the crowd to show the sheer pandemonium in the stands and as it did I was commenting on the pass from the midfielder that had made the goal possible for the forward. Just as I was commenting on the speed of the midfielder and his well placed pass the camera panned to a woman jumping and down and dancing in the stands. Her red shirt was tied off exposing her slightly plump stomach. She was wearing white pants that were so tight that I thought they were going to rip any minute. Her ass was perfectly round and while it was two sizes too big it was a rump to behold.
But what stopped my words mid-sentence were her breasts bouncing up and down as she jumped up and down to celebrate. She had cut off the sleeves to her shirt and had cut a V into the shirt. I think this was mostly due to the heat but it provided a view that snatched the words right from my mouth. The cameraman obviously enjoyed the view too because he stopped the camera on her just longer than was professionally acceptable. I finally blurted out, “Holy shit” and stared until the camera began panning the crowd again.
I don’t know where my mind went at that moment but I was no longer in the press box in a soccer stadium. I forgot I had a live microphone attached to me and forgot the fans at home were looking at the same thing I was. My counterpart, who broadcasts in Spanish, had also stopped talking. When the camera finally moved I said, “Um, where was I?”
My counterpart leaned over and in English he said, “You were talking about the kick from the midfielder.”
I said, “Oh yes, right, the midfielder.” I then continued my discussion of the forward pass that made that goal possible.
After the game and the on the field interviews I wandered back to my hotel room. Some of the beautiful Trinidad women I had met earlier in the week were waiting for me and beckoned me to another night of drinking. I looked at these beauties and suddenly did not find them to be as inviting as they had previous to my viewing of the bouncing breasts. I thanked them and went back to my room to pack up for my flight that I would be taking in the morning.
I packed my bags and climbed into bed looking forward to my trip home but knowing that I would have to come back again. I fell asleep and did not wake up until morning. I got out of the shower and started getting dressed when I heard a knock at the door. A woman on the other side of the door said, “Room service Mr. Harris.”
I then heard the woman’s voice say to someone else that was with her, “Thank you. That will be all.”
I heard footsteps go down the hallway so I peered out through the peephole as I yelled through the door. I said, “I didn’t order room service. I am heading down for breakfast.”
The woman said, “Breakfast is compliments of the Trinidad and Tobago football team.”
As I peered through the peephole the woman stepped into view and blew a kiss at the peephole viewer. Her lips were so big and delicious looking. They looked like they would make a lollipop rejoice when the wrapper came off. Her face had a beautiful complexion of smooth dark brown skin and appeared to be a mix of African and Indian descent. I opened the door and said, “Thank you but you could have called first.”
She looked familiar but I could not place where I knew her from or how I knew her. I finally said, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
She said, “No sir. I have lived here my whole life.”
I said, “I have seen you somewhere before haven’t I?”
The woman was wearing a loose fitting long sleeve shirt with the buttons undone. She smiled and said, “You probably don’t recognize my face. Let me refresh your memory from yesterday.”
She opened the shirt and let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground. I immediately recognized the red shirt with its homemade V cut. I said, “Oh my gosh, you’re the woman from the soccer game.”
She smiled and said, “Yes, my name is Giselle. You find Giselle’s breasts to be quite fascinating don’t you sir?”
I felt that same feeling I had felt in the soccer stadium the day before. I was very aware that I was standing in a hotel room but suddenly felt like a great bird had swept into the room and carried me away. Trying to gain back some self control I said, “Please, call me Robert.”
She put her finger in her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. She gently pulled her finger out and took her moist finger and ran it between her breasts. Then she said, “Okay Bobby, but I asked you a question. Do you know what it means to be fascinated?”
Trying to impress her my mind reached for the dictionary definition and said, “I believe it means to be intensely interested in something doesn’t it?”
She moved closer and said, “That’s a very nice textbook answer. It also means bewitched or entranced. That definition seems to apply much more to what you’re feeling right now than just an intense interest doesn’t it? Now are you going to leave this fascinating woman out in the hallway or are you going to invite her in?”
I wanted this woman in the worst way but I had just enough time to finish getting dressed, eat my breakfast and catch a taxi to the airport. I decided I would invite her in, get her contact info, book a return flight and meet up with her. It turns out she had other plans and had already made arrangements.
I said, “Please come in.”
She pushed the cart into my room and took a strawberry off the plate on the cart. She ran the strawberry between her breasts, kissed it and then held it up to my mouth. She said, “Open up” and when I did she put the strawberry into my mouth.
I said, “Look Giselle, I am very intrigued by you and I want to see you again but I need to get moving or I am going to miss my flight.”
She reached down, pulled her top off and said, “I cancelled your flight and told the hotel you would not be checking out today.”
I thought her breasts were incredible in her little shirt but they were even more awesome in the flesh. Sometimes I like a woman half naked rather than all the way naked so I can leave something to the imagination but I never could have imagined anything like this. I finally said, “I should be mad.”
Giselle walked towards me, put her arms around me and said, “But you’re not mad at all. You are happy. You are happy I am here to seduce you and you are happy that I took care of everything for you. Letting me be in charge makes you very happy.”
Her arms were resting on my shoulders and before I could even answer her hands went up around the back of my neck and she pulled me into her. Those big delicious lips of hers met my lips and I quickly became lost in her kiss. I felt her guiding me backwards as we kissed and frankly, at that moment, I would have gone anywhere she wanted to lead me. My knees finally met the back of a chair and she gently pushed me down into the seat without ever releasing me from her kiss.
Once I was seated she said, “Hmm, that’s better. Now let me get comfortable and we can resume.”
She whipped a leg over and sat down on my lap facing me. This put her breasts right in my face. I leaned forward to take one into my mouth and she snapped me on the nose like a bad dog and said, “No, no, little boy. I told you already that Giselle is in charge. You will do what Giselle tells you.”
I leaned back in my chair and said, “So you’re a dominant woman. Okay, I’ll play along this time. I’ll do what ever you tell me.”
She squeezed her breasts together and said, “Then all you have to do is look at my big beautiful breasts and listen to me. I’ll do the rest for you. Deal?”
I shook my head yes desperate to be able to touch them and make love to her. She took her hand and started playing with her own nipples. Then she said, “Watch my fingers go round and round on my nipples. I am getting so wet thinking about how you are going to get to do this to me too. All you have to do is relax and watch my fingers make their small little circles. My fingers go round and round and you become more and more relaxed. The more aroused I become the more relaxed you become. Just relax, watch my fingers go round and round, and feel your body sink comfortably into the chair. It feels so good to relax and let me be in charge doesn’t it?”
I wanted to answer but I felt like I was floating and I didn’t want to expend all that energy trying to talk. There was a moment of silence where I decided I should probably answer her when she said, “Of course it does. You love the way I took charge from the moment you opened the door. You need a beautiful woman like me to tell you what to do, what to think, and what to feel. Now just relax and as I become even more turned on from playing with my nipples you sink deeper and deeper into that chair. When you feel the need you may just close your eyes and enjoy the wonderful drowsy feeling flooding your brain. That’s right Bobby, just close your eyes and give into that wonderful drowsy feeling.”
I was so enjoying watching her stimulate herself and wishing I could do it for her but I just felt so good, so relaxed, and so comfortable that I just closed my eyes. I felt her lips against mine for a brief kiss and then she said, “Good boy. Sleep for your new mistress as I take you deeper. I am going to stop playing with my nipples now and play with yours instead. As you become more and more aroused you will sink deeper and deeper into your state of relaxation finding it easier and easier to let me tell you how to think and feel.”
I felt her lift my shirt up and as she began playing with my nipples she repeatedly said, “Go deeper and deeper under my control, deeper and deeper.”
I am not stupid but I still thought this was all part of the seduction and at some point I would get to open my eyes and make love to her. It was not until her next comment that I realized that was not her intent at all. She said, “Welcome to the world of mind control. And if you are at all confused it is your mind and I am in control of it. Tell me slave, do you travel all over the world announcing football games?”
I said, “Yes, I travel all over the world announcing soccer games.”
She said, “You must meet beautiful women all over the world and make love to them. Yes?”
I said, “Yes.”
Giselle said, “Those days are over. You are my slave now and I am the last woman you will ever make love to. You will take me to all your games and we will travel the world together. I love my island but it is time for me to see the world and at your expense. Is that clear slave?”
I said, “Yes master.”
She said, “I am your mistress not your master.”
I replied, “Yes mistress.”
She said, “When I count to three you will wake up and see my ass before your face. I want you to kiss it and tell me you are my slave. Then I will allow you to lick my pussy before I allow you to make love to me.”
Giselle counted to three and as soon as I saw her ass I began kissing it and kept telling her I was her slave. She bent over and said, “Prove it to me slave. Lick my ass.”
I kissed and licked her ass until she said, “Oh yes, I am so wet now. It is time for you to lick my pussy and make love to me.”
I ended up staying on the island for another two days while Giselle made arrangements to travel with me. She loved flying and although it was her first time in a plane she could clearly see the difference between where she was seated in first class and the coach seats.
It was not until we got back to the states that I truly came to an understanding of what it meant to be her slave. I have a beautiful Mercedes S600 in the garage that I only drive on special occasions and then my Lexus ES300 that I drive around town. When she said, “Ooh, give me the keys to the Mercedes” I quickly explained to her that this particular car was only for special occasions.
I turned around to hand her the keys to my Lexus when I realized she had removed her top. She said, “You are my slave. Look at my beautiful breasts and remember your place in life.”
I put the keys to the Lexus back on the key hanger and took off the keys to the Mercedes. As I handed her the keys I said, “Yes mistress. I am your slave.”
She patted my face and said, “Good boy. Now clean up the house while I take my new car for a spin. When I get home you can lick my ass and my pussy again.”
I happily went off to clean up as I said, “Yes mistress.”