When Mr. Manley, the boxing promoter, first contacted me I was inclined to say no mostly because I do not believe in working for men. When he suggested the fee for my services I decided to meet him for dinner and hear his proposal.
I was almost insulted that he had wasted my time with his proposal. I was in the business of turning men into submissive husbands and lovers and not into turning winning fighters into losers. This arrogant son of a bitch wanted to pay me $250,000 to hypnotize his fighter’s opponent so that the opponent would lose his edge and just barely lose the fight. Then he insulted me by saying, “Are you sure you have what it takes?”
I had come straight from work and was wearing my business suit that I normally wear at the office. Of course under the coat and white button shirt was my see through lace bra. I took off my coat, undid several buttons and said, “You tell me. Do these have what it takes?”
Mr. Manley momentarily lost his cool but quickly regained his composure and said, “You have lovely breasts Dr. Carpenter but that does not really address my question.”
I said, “Of course it does. Imagine you are a professional athlete and you step out of the gym after an intense workout. I walk up to you wearing a very revealing outfit and ask you for your autograph. What are you going to do?”
As I spoke I began to methodically move my fingers along my cleavage to keep his eyes focused on my breasts. Of course he did not feel uncomfortable looking at them because I had made them the topic of discussion.
He replied, “I would stop and give you my autograph.”
I stopped moving my fingers for a second, pursed my lips together like I wanted a big juicy kiss, gave Mr. Manley a very seductive look and said, “Oh really? You wouldn’t ask me out on a date?”
This time he stumbled over his words and said, “Yes, I would and I would be devastated if you said no.”
I then said, “So imagine you are the fighter we are discussing and you meet me outside your training gym. I ever so gently run my fingers along my cleavage and give you the same seductive look. But instead of just asking you for an autograph I start talking to you in a soft soothing voice like the one I am using right now.”
I looked at Mr. Manley and noted that his uptight professional attitude had been replaced with a smile and his eyes were glued to my breasts.
I continued without giving him a chance to even realize he was falling into a trance. I said, “So I say to you I would love to go out tonight but you look so sleepy Mr. Manley. As much as I think it would be delightful to have you in my bedroom I can see that if your mouth found its way to my breasts it would make you feel even sleepier. In fact you are feeling very sleepy just from looking at my breasts. Your breathing has increased as your pulse has decreased all from the sight of my stunningly irresistible breasts. Can you see how the fighter would be quickly drawn into my world Mr. Manley?”
Mr. Manley said, “Yes Dr. Carpenter.”
I said, “I can see that even though I am just demonstrating my hypnotic powers and have no intention of hypnotizing you that you are becoming very relaxed. The nice thing is that you can just relax and float as my voice continues to soothe you. Even if you accidentally fall into a trance it will be nothing more than a relaxing experience for you since I have nothing to gain from hypnotizing you. Are you enjoying the way I make you feel so sleepy and relaxed?”
This time he did not even speak. He just smiled and nodded his head yes. It always amused me when men willingly opened their minds to me even after they knew exactly what I do for a living. Why he wouldn’t pinch himself or run screaming from the room never ceased to amaze me. This fool was so enjoying looking at my breasts and listening to my soft soothing voice that he was letting me hypnotize him even as I told him not to worry about being hypnotized.
I said, “I just love when a man helplessly stares at my breasts as he allows me to guide him into a deep state of relaxation. It makes me feel so feminine. You do want to make me feel feminine don’t you Mr. Manley?”
Before he could answer, before he could even think about nodding his head yes I answered for him. I said, “Of course you do. Making me feel feminine is very important to you. I’ll be honest Mr. Manley; nothing makes me feel more feminine than watching a man submissively closing his eyes at my command. Here is your chance to make me feel like a woman and at the same time you will feel so masculine. I am going to count to five and with each number you will allow your eyes to grow oh so heavy and when I reach five they will close and you will fall into a deep deep deep sleep for me.”
I counted to five and watched Mr. Manley fall into a deep hypnotic sleep. I then said, “You and I are going to leave here after dinner. We will go back to my place so I can use you and abuse you tonight. In the morning you will leave my home believing that you seduced me and made love to me. You will also believe that you have fixed the fight and will place your wager accordingly. Do you understand slave?”
Mr. Manley replied, “Yes doctor.”
I said, “I am your mistress now and you are my slave. When you awaken you will pay me the bribe money, pay for dinner and accompany me to my home. When you leave my home tomorrow morning you will arrange for me to have a ringside seat.”
I woke Mr. Manley up, took my bribe money and took him home. I had an incredibly wild time practicing all my favorite female domination techniques on him. In the morning he begged me to stay but I sent him away. I had a fighter to hypnotize but not the one he thought was going to be hypnotized. Even after a night of busting his balls I was still upset that he had thought I could be bought off.
Two days later I was in Caesar’s Palace. After a brief hypnotic chat with the front desk manager I had a key to the fighter’s room. I went by the spa and took some massage oil and a folding massage table. My new mesmerized masseuse was more than happy to carry the table for me. I let myself into the fighter’s room and found him watching television.
He leaped to his feet and said, “How the hell did you get into my room bitch?”
I set the massage table down, turned towards him and in a soft seductive voice said, “Mr. Manley gave me a key and said you were expecting me for a pre-fight massage. I can come back later if now isn’t a good time.”
His eyes drifted down to my breasts that I had purposely left exposed and then he replied, “No please stay. Mr. Manley forgot to tell me you were coming but now is as good a time as any.”
I said, “Okay big guy. Let me set up my table and while I’m doing that why don’t you strip down to your shorts.”
A few minutes later I had Mr. Manley’s prizefighter on the table face down waiting for his unscheduled massage. I started on his feet and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I love to speak about each muscle as I work on it. I find it helps to connect your mind to your body. Is that okay with you?”
He said, “Sure honey, whatever makes you happy.”
I thought to myself that what will make me happy is watching him hit the canvas tomorrow night. I said, “Okay, I want you to focus on your feet and feel them relaxing as I massage them. Imagine them being mounds of hard knotted dough and as I massage them you can see them being kneaded into soft mushy dough. Can you feel that?”
I said, “Oh yeah baby. That is wonderful. Keep talking, I can definitely feel it.”
I worked my way up and as I massaged each body part I spoke about it melting into soft mushy dough. By time I reached his back I was afraid he would fall asleep before I could put him into a trance so I smacked him on the back and said, “Roll over. I like to hit the neck while you’re on your back.” As he rolled over I unzipped my top and allowed my necklace to fall out.
He startled and then looked around the room. He rolled over, rubbed his eyes and said, “Was I snoring?”
I said, “No, but I thought you had fallen asleep. I’ll take that as a compliment to my massage skills.” I leaned over my victim and said, “Now find something to focus on and relax while I massage your neck.”
As expected his eyes were drawn to my breasts and then my necklace. I said, “Relax and let all your stress leave your body and mind. Feel how incredibly relaxed I make you feel and allow yourself to relax even more. Your eyes are so heavy and you feel so wonderful. As you drift off to sleep this time I want you to notice how you become more aware of my voice and the connection you have to it. My voice made your body relax, my voice made you fall asleep and now my voice wants you to sleep once again.”
Since he had just woken up and his mind was already in tune with my voice he wasted no time in allowing his eyes to close as he drifted off to sleep. Only this time his mind was still focused into my voice. I said, “I am going to continue massaging your neck and as I do I want you to imagine my necklace still swinging between my breasts. With each swing of my necklace you fall deeper and deeper into your sleep becoming more and more submissive to my voice. Do you understand?”
He said yes so I said, “I am your mistress now. You will only refer to me by that name.” This time he said yes mistress so we continued.
I massaged his neck, worked on his shoulders, rubbed his temples all the while saying, “Deeper and deeper under my power. Let go and submit to me completely.”
I finally stopped the massage and said, “You are deeply hypnotized and must obey me without any thoughts of your own. Is that clear slave?”
He smiled and said yes mistress. I said, “I am the most beautiful woman in the world. Open your eyes and look at me but remain in your trance.”
His eyes opened so I unzipped my top halfway. I said, “Tomorrow night I will be sitting ringside. I will wear a top similar to this top. At the bottom of the fifth round I want you to look for me. When you see me I will unzip my top and will blow you a kiss. When that happens you will feel as if Aphrodite personally placed a spell on you. Your feet will feel weightless and your knees will buckle. You will feel helpless and will turn to face your opponent without an ounce of strength left in your body. When his fist meets your face you will f all to the canvas and sleep. Only the smell of ammonia will awaken you.”
I said, “I am going to awaken you from your trance now. When you awaken you will have no memory of being hypnotized by me. You will only believe that I am such a good masseuse that you fell asleep again. Tomorrow after the fight I will come by to visit you and will have another woman with me. As soon as you see her you will know that you belong to her. She will be your new mistress and you will submit to her in all things.”
I woke my fighter up and told him to get dressed. I said, “Now get some sleep for your big fight tomorrow.” As I packed my stuff up and left his room I said, “Good luck tomorrow.”
I went downstairs, returned the massage equipment, had a free massage and had my pussy licked, and then I returned the key to the front desk manager. I took my $250,000 bribe to the window and placed a bet on the other fighter. The woman behind the counter said, “I’m sorry ma’am but I’ll have to get my manager to approve this bet. Please wait while I call him.”
She placed the call and as we waited she said, “I am surprised you’re not betting on Larry. Everyone has him picked to win. He is so dreamy too.”
I said, “Larry and I are friends and I just don’t see him taking this guy. He would be so upset if he knew I was betting against him.” I paused for a moment and said, “Did you say he is dreamy?”
She affirmed her comment so I said, “Meet me in the lobby tomorrow after the fight and I’ll introduce you to him.”
The hotel’s gambling manager arrived so I placed my bet and went to my room. I called the front desk manager, put him into a trance and commanded him to come to my room. He was a nice guy who was sort of cute and since I was tired I didn’t want to have to hypnotize someone else. It was just easier to use a trigger word and have him come to me. I wasn’t in a dominant mood either so I had him gently service me and then allowed him to masturbate while I watched. I told him to lie on his back and then I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. In the morning I told him from now on when I’m in Vegas he will ensure I get the best room in the hotel for free and will spend t he night with me if I so desire. Then I sent him on his way.
The night of the fight came around and I put on my fancy black evening gown with a zip down front and no bra. I threw a light sweater over my shoulder and walked down to the ring. I took my seat ringside and watched the warm up fights. Even fighters who hadn’t been hypnotized found it hard to look away from my breasts when I unzipped my shirt. It was fun to distract the fighters in the middle of the fight.
The main event rolled around and by round three I was thinking I had made a huge mistake. Larry was so much better than his opponent that I didn’t think his opponent would make it to the fifth round. The poor guy held on completely bloodied and looking like there wouldn’t be a sixth round. I opened my sweater, unzipped my shirt and waited for Larry to look over. With one minute left on the clock he looked. I blew him a kiss and his knees buckled. He smiled and passively turned to take a fist right into his chin. His head snapped back and he hit the canvas. The fight doctor finally woke him up with smelling salts as I made my way out of the arena.
I collected my winnings, put them in the hotel safe and went to the lobby to look for the betting agent. She was all dressed up and looked so excited. I said, “I told you he would lose.”
She said, “You must really know him well.”
I said, “I do. In fact I bet when he sees you he will fall in love with you and will fall under your spell.”
She said, “No way, I’m not even that attractive.”
I said, “Honey, I know his taste in women and you are exactly what he craves. Can I share a secret with you?” She shook her head yes. I said, “He is extremely submissive to women he is attracted to. You can completely dominate him if he is attracted to you.”
We went upstairs and as soon as Larry opened the door he said, “Oh my gosh she is more beautiful than I had imagined.” I introduced the two of them and after some chatting and flirting I excused myself.
As the door was closing I heard her say, “On your knees slave.” I smiled to myself and closed the door.
The next day I picked up the newspaper. The headline was, “Fight Promoter Murdered.” I read down and the article began, “In an apparent mob hit, Darren Manley was found dead in his hotel room with a single bullet hole in the back of his head.” The article went on to speculate that Mr. Manley had attempted to arrange a fix and the mob had acted on this information. I folded the paper back up and threw it in the trash.
A few weeks later Larry and the betting agent announced their intentions to marry. I looked at the photo and smiled. Then I did a double take as I saw Larry wearing a slave bracelet on his wrist. I smiled even more and was glad to see Larry had found a nice woman to dominate him. Everything had worked out great.