As soon as I said it I regretted it but the comment had already slipped out. I am not ordinarily a rude person and for the most part I usually mind my own business when I am on the train. But I had one of those days and when the large woman standing in front of me stepped on my toe I had an outburst.
Let me back up and say that my day had gone from bad to worse. Once again I was passed over for promotion. Although I had a loyal following of employees my boss told me that I was too nice and too easily controlled by my employees. He said I needed to learn to crack the whip or I would never be upper management. In my opinion he cracked the whip way too often and that was why no one stayed working for him very long. I left his office and told his administrative assistant that I did not feel well and would be taking the rest of the day off.
As I walked down the sidewalk to the subway I looked at the people moving by me in their masses and said out loud, “Doesn’t anybody work in this city?”
I got bumped, pushed, stepped on and all the things that normally happen during the evening rush but I hadn’t expected it nor was I ready for it in the middle of the day. By time I stepped onto the train I was fried. I was fried from the people, fried from not getting promoted and not ready for someone to crush my toes.
A large woman wearing high heels, black leather pants, a black low cut crossing V shirt and wearing too much perfume was standing next to me. The woman seated behind us stood up so I said, “Would you like her seat?”
She said, “No go ahead and take it.”
I took it and as soon as I did I regretted it. Two times during the train ride she lost her balance and smashed her ass right into my face. If she were a thinner woman I might have appreciated it but her wide ass swallowed my face until she regained her balance and got it off of me. She didn’t even apologize. The train took a very slight bend and her high heel came straight down on my foot. That was when I had my outburst.
All the day’s frustrations, I think all of my life’s frustrations came to bear that day. I pushed her by her big ass and said, “Holy shit fat ass. Get the hell off of my foot and get your ass out of my face. Why didn’t you just take the seat when I offered it to you instead of crushing my foot?”
She turned around at about the same time everyone else did. For the first time in years I was the bad guy. Everyone was looking at me like I was the asshole and in retrospect I think they were right. There were so many different ways I could have handled that but I picked the worst and I was about to pay for it.
She stood there with her hands on her hips like she just could not believe I had said something like that. Then she said, “Well how rude. You, sir, are a pig and must be punished for your insolence. You will be on your knees begging to be able to put your face in my ass.”
She leaned over quietly spoke into my ear where no one else could hear her and said, “When I count to three and tap your forehead you will fall into a deep sleep and will be under my power.”
I laughed and said, “Lady you need help. I know a good psychologist in the area.”
She said, “One.”
I said, “You can count to a million for all I care because I am not sleeping on a crowded train.”
She said, “Two.”
I said, “You meet all kinds in the city but you take the cake.”
She said, “Three.”
As her hand reached for my forehead I suddenly had a very panicked feeling. I had been so busy talking shit that I hadn’t noticed that my legs felt like lead and my eyes were feeling very heavy. I actually realized that I was in trouble and made a list ditch effort to stop her by blocking her hand.
Of course every person has two hands and having anticipated my attempt to thwart her she already had her other hand on the way. As I triumphantly grabbed her right hand her left hand quite easily went right past my defenses and made contact with my forehead. As my eyes closed and my body went limp I heard her say, “Sleep for me.”
I was still very aware of my surroundings and still did not appreciate my dilemma. I thought that I could simply open my eyes and tell her she had got lucky. But as I struggled to open my eyes and somehow make my body respond to my desire to get up she leaned over and whispered in my ear again. This time she said, “You are hypnotized and under my control. The more you struggle to wake up the deeper you will fall into your hypnotic state. I am going to count to three and you will open your eyes. You will apologize for your insult and then will sit quietly. When I motion to exit the trai n you will stand up and follow. Is that clear?”
I struggled momentarily to fight her command. As I was fighting I heard a woman say, “What did she do to him?”
I heard another person say, “Should we help him? She did something to him.”
Then another person said, “No way, whatever she did he had it coming to him. What a jerk.”
I heard my voice defying my desire to flee from this woman and my voice said, “Yes, I understand.”
She said, “You understand and will obey.”
I said, “I understand and will obey.”
She counted to three and I suddenly opened my eyes and loudly said, “I am very sorry for my outburst. I had a bad day at work and I am a complete ass for taking it out on you. Please accept my apology.”
She held out her hand to shake my hand and said, “Apology accepted.”
I sat there quietly with my eyes open. People around us went back to their own thoughts and I looked up at the woman who had seized control of me to figure out if I was having some kind of bad dream. She smiled down at me and mouthed the words, “I own you. This is just the beginning.”
The train came to a stop well before where I was supposed to get off and she turned to leave. That was my cue. I immediately stood up and when she stepped off I went with her. I wanted so badly to turn and run but I seemed incapable of doing anything except follow her. We walked for a brief distance and then she stopped at an apartment building. The doorman held the door for her and said, “Good evening Ms. DeVivo.”
He started to step in front of me to block my entrance when she said, “Good evening Pete. The gentleman is with me and will not be leaving until tomorrow.”
The doorman let me by as he said, “Yes ma’am.”
We got on the elevator and as soon as the door closed she said, “Finally I have you all alone. I don’t know what you were trying to accomplish by insulting me but you definitely caught my attention. I expected to turn around and find the usual rude city person but what I saw instead was you. And do you know what I saw in you?”
I said, “No ma’am.”
She said, “My doorman calls me ma’am. You will call me mistress next time you address me.”
The elevator door opened and she said, “Come with me slave.”
I said, “Yes Mistress” and followed her to her apartment.
She closed the door and said, “Anyways, what I saw was a nice gentleman having a bad day. You looked out of place, out of sorts and extremely susceptible to suggestion. I was fairly confident that you would go into a trance if I suggested it. I wasn’t positive it would work but you just looked so vulnerable and susceptible that I had to give it a try. And here you are. Now let’s get you onto the couch so I can put you into a deeper trance the old fashioned way.”
She brought me over to the couch, sat me down and said, “Now I want you to look at my necklace. You cannot take your eyes off my necklace. As I swing it back and forth your eyes become heavier and heavier and you become sleepier and sleepier. Each swing of my necklace makes you ten times sleepier and causes you to go ten times deeper than you are now. So sleepy now and so obedient to my suggestion, soon you will sleep and be incapable of independent thought. Yes, it feels so good to surrender your mind to me.”
Up to this point I had been very aware of my loss of control and had made repeated efforts at resistance. As she swung her necklace and took me deeper my desire to resist left my mind and I happily and quite easily seemed to give up complete control of my thoughts.
She said, “I am going to count to five and with each number your eyes will grow heavier and when I reach one your eyes will close and you will be deeply hypnotized.”
My captor counted to five, my eyes closed and I felt absolutely wonderful. Somewhere in the process of being hypnotized for the second time I went from a frightened state of mind to a feeling of bliss and serenity. I knew I would obey whatever she told me and I really didn’t care.
Then she said, “You are my slave now. I own you and can command you to do anything I wish. Even after you awaken from this hypnotic trance you will still be completely under my control and unable to resist my commands. Obeying me gives you great pleasure and resistance brings you great discomfort. Tell me your name and tell me what gives you great pleasure.”
I said, “My name is Tim and obeying you gives me great pleasure.”
She laughed and said, “Good boy. When you awaken you will be extremely attracted to me. My big ass that once repulsed you will now make you feel weak in the knees and my big breasts will make you passive and horny. Are you ready to wake up and make love to your mistress?”
I said, “Yes Mistress.”
My mistress woke me up and said, “Now it is time for me to make good on a promise I made to you on the train. Then you will take me to my bedroom and make love to me.”
I said, “You made a promise to me on the train? I do not remember you making any promises Mistress.”
She said, “Please slave, call me Mistress Carmella. I promised you that you would be on your knees begging to bury your face in my ass.”
Carmella dropped her pants, turned her backside to me, bent over placing her hands on the coffee table in front of the couch and said, “Beg.”
I fell to my knees and said, “Please allow me to kiss your ass. I cannot think of anything I want more in the whole world right now than to kiss your ass.”
The scary thing is that I meant it. I wanted so badly to show her I belonged to her and to win her approval. She replied back and said, “You will not only kiss it but I want it licked too. Then you will make love to me.”
I said yes mistress and immediately buried my face into her ass. I should have been disgusted but when I smelled pussy juice and knew she was enjoying it I only worked harder to make it a pleasurable experience for my mistress. She finally could not take it anymore and said, “Get up slave.”
I stood up and she grabbed my hard penis saying, “Follow me to my bedroom my obedient little man.”
I said yes mistress and happily allowed myself to be pulled along to her bedroom. We got to her bedroom and she ripped off the shirt she was wearing and her underwear. She thrust her legs up into the air as she fell back onto her bed and said, “Lick my pussy slave. Make me scream.”
I had read lots of books on pleasing women and had put that knowledge to good use on many occasions. I hoped my mistress would be pleased as I went to work on her pleasure. After gently playing with her clit and simultaneously fingering her g-spot I reached up and began tweaking her nipples while I continued licking. Pussy juice poured from her as her body shook violently. She suddenly wrapped her legs around the back of my head pulling me in deeper and screamed. I could not breath but I continued to lick at her clit until I passed out.
I woke up on the bed with Carmella asleep next to me. I was disappointed I had not got to cum but knew not every love making session would lead to an oxygen deficit and unconsciousness so I kissed her and went back to sleep.
My kiss woke her up and she leaned over and said, “That is the best orgasm I have ever had. I am keeping you forever. Now get some rest so you can rock my world again.”
I said, “Yes Mistress” and drifted off to sleep next to the woman I would spend the rest of my life serving.