I was walking through the lunch room to get in line at the sandwich station for yet another day of having to work through lunch when I saw one of my employee’s seated at a table of women. I walked over and said, “Hi Zenaida, so this is where you hide out at lunch.”
Zenaida was a very quiet unassuming Filipino woman that hardly ever spoke to me. She looked up and said, “Yes, these are all my friends from the Philippines.”
An older woman at the group stood up and said, “Hello handsome. Come and join me at my seat.”
Zenaida seemed very embarrassed and said, “Please Rosalyn, that is my boss.” Zenaida said, “You are welcome to join us Mr. White.”
I replied, “Well I was going to work through lunch but I guess I need to get away from my desk every once in awhile. Okay, let me go get a sandwich and I’ll join you ladies.”
By time I got back with my sandwich a few of the women were finishing up with their meals. We sat around the table chatting about this and that until one of the women said, “Do you always work through lunch?”
I said, “For the most part I do. It is better than staying an hour later or coming in an hour earlier. We have had so much to do and it has been really stressful around here since the merger.”
One of the women at the table said, “Then you should try Rosalyn’s hot tub. It works miracles.”
The other women all started talking at the same time testifying to how great they felt after using the hot tub. I finally said, “Have you ever used it Zenaida?”
Zenaida said, “Oh yes. I stop by once a week.”
I said, “I just couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right.”
Rosalyn said, “Oh please, everyone tries my hot tub. We call it the employee hot tub.”
I said, “No thank you. I wouldn’t feel right.”
Rosalyn said, “I insist. You come by tonight and I’ll let you use it for an hour. Zenaida will give you directions to my house.”
I said, “No I really can’t.”
Before I could finish my sentence she said, “I will be offended if you do not accept my offer.”
I said, “I do not want to offend you so I accept your invitation.”
I got to Rosalyn’s home and knocked. She opened the door and I immediately smelled Asian cooking. She said, “Please come in. I’ll go fire up the jets. You can wait in the family room.”
As I waited in the family room I saw a shelf with pictures so I wandered over and started looking at the pictures. There was a stunningly beautiful Asian woman in the photos. Each photo had a different man with her and each man was equally good looking. This woman definitely had her pick of men. One of the photos was this woman leaning over kissing a man. He looked like he was in heaven and I wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Just then Rosalyn came back into the room.
She said, “I see you were admiring the photos. Did you like any particular picture?”
I said, “Who is that gorgeous woman in the photos? She is stunning.”
Rosalyn smiled and said, “That was me back in my prime. Back in those days men like you fell at my feet. I always thought I would settle down but I had so much fun I could never pick one. Then one day I lost my beauty and lost the hold I had on men. Nowadays the only time I have a man over is so he can use my hot tub.”
I turned back around and realized that while her face was older and her hair was just beginning to gray she was still the same beautiful woman. She was clearly too old for me and I was confident that she knew it too so I said, “I think you are more like a fine wine. You seemed to have aged graciously and have gotten better with age.”
Rosalyn said, “You are too sweet and unfortunately too young. Too bad because I miss having a man at my feet like a little puppy dog.”
She reached out, took my hand and said, “Now let’s get you into the hot tub so you can melt away some of that stress.”
Rosalyn lifted the top open and said, “There are handrails on each side. Hold onto them and ease yourself into the seat. You are a little taller than my Filipino friends but I think you’ll still fit. There is a spot for you to put your head on so if you fall asleep your head will not fall into the water. I’ll come by and check on you in a little bit.”
She lit four candles, one at each corner of the rectangular hot tub and flipped out the lights as she left the room. Soft Asian sounding music came on and I realized the room was equipped with speakers. The jets did their magic and with the candlelight and music I was asleep in no time.
I woke up to Rosalyn saying, “How is it so far?”
I let out a yell and she said, “Oh my I’m sorry. Were you asleep already?”
I shook my head yes and she said, “I find the more someone is stressed out the easier they fall asleep. Do you know why that is?”
I shook my head no. She said, “Because you associate relaxation with sleep. The only time you are relaxed or stress free is when you are sleeping so as soon as you feel relaxed your brain thinks its time to sleep. Today is your lucky day because I am going to teach you to relax and stay awake. And don’t bother protesting because I insist.”
Rosalyn went to the side of the tub where my head is and said, “If you fall asleep every time you relax you keep the stress inside. I want you to close your eyes and imagine a pitcher full of stress. It is your stress. Can you see it in the pitcher?”
I said yes. She said, “I am reaching into your mind now and picking up the pitcher. As I pour the stress down the drain you will feel an incredibly powerful feeling of relaxation sweep over your body and mind. Do not let it put you to sleep. Relax and focus on my words so you stay awake.”
She paused and said, “I am now pouring out your stress. Feel the powerful relaxation as it overpowers your mind and body. Feel every muscle, every joint, every crevice of your mind and body relax. Surrender to this feeling but do not sleep. You should almost feel as if you are floating. Do you feel that?”
It was incredible. I had to fight so hard not to fall asleep and I most definitely felt like I was floating. I said, “Oh gosh yes.”
Rosalyn said, “Good. You are learning to relax and to respond to my voice. Now we are going to pour out another pitcher that is in your mind. I am reaching into your mind and I am just about to pour out the pitcher. Can you see the pitcher?”
I said, “Yes Rosalyn, I see it.”
She said, “Good, I am going to begin pouring it out as soon as I count to three. The pitcher holds your wants, your desires, your will, and your thoughts. As I pour out the pitcher your mind will become blank like an empty slate. One, two, three.”
I wanted to protest and tell her she had gone too far but before I could say a word I could see the pitcher being emptied. Suddenly I did not care that she had gone too far. I felt like my mind was being erased. Then Rosalyn said, “Don’t be alarmed my dear friend. I am catching everything in this pitcher in a great big bowl so we can return it later. Just feel yourself go into a deep relaxed state where your mind is empty and your stress is gone. The pitcher is now empty and you are in a deep trance.”
Until she said that I had not realized that she was hypnotizing me. I had been hypnotized years ago in college but this feeling felt so much stronger than what I had experienced all those years ago. I just couldn’t understand why she had hypnotized me.
Rosalyn said, “I want you to picture your thoughts, your will, your wants and desires all floating around in the bowl. Can you see it?”
I said, “Yes Rosalyn.”
She said, “I am now reaching into my pitcher and pulling out my wants and desires. I have a jar that represents my perfect man. My perfect man will obey me and worship me. He will be enamored by me and will find me just as beautiful now as I was when I was young. My perfect man will be so completely infatuated with me that he will do anything I ask no matter what I ask. Can you see my jar Travis?”
I said, “Yes Rosalyn.” Being called Travis instead of Mr. White did not even alarm me.
Then she said, “I am pouring my jar into your bowl and mixing it in. As I stir it in my wants, desires, and will take over and replace your wants, desires and will. I am now finished mixing in my jar and I am pouring it back into your pitcher. As the pitcher fills you can feel an incredible desire for me. As the pitcher fills you become infatuated and enamored by me and find it impossible to do anything except worship and obey me. Your pitcher is full now and you are ready to be mine. What are you ready for?”
I replied, “I am ready to be yours.”
Rosalyn said, “Yes you are honey, yes you are. Now it is time to come out of your hypnotic trance and join me in my bedroom so you can worship me and please me. When I count to five and snap my fingers you will come out of your trance and will be ready to serve me and love me.”
Rosalyn counted to five and snapped her fingers. I immediately became aware of my surroundings and how water logged I had become. She had left me in the tub the entire time I had been out. I said, “You tricked me.”
She smiled and said, “Yes I did and you love me for it don’t you?”
I looked at her and realized that she was right. I said, “Oh my gosh yes, I love you. I have loved you since I saw all those photos of you when you were younger and realized you are more beautiful now than you were then.”
Rosalyn said, “Climb out of the hot tub my lover and tell me what your favorite photo is.”
I knew right away. I climbed out, walked into the family room still dripping wet and pointed to the picture of her kissing the man. She said, “And what does my obedient lover like so much about that photo?”
I said, “He looks so happy, so content. He looks like he is in heaven.”
She took me by both hands and said, “Believe it or not I had just finished hypnotizing him with little tiny kisses. I had just told him he would fall deeply under my control when I kissed him and right as I kissed him a photographer took our photo. The caption in the paper read Summer Love and it ran on the front page of the Society section. I called the photographer and purchased a photo. That poor man has no memory of that day.”
I said, “What? Why not?”
Rosalyn said, “I used to love them and leave them back then. Things were a lot less messy when I wiped their memories clean. But don’t worry Travis. I am going to keep you forever.”
She pushed me back onto the couch, tilted my head back into the same position as the man in the photo and said, “Now let’s have a photo opportunity of our own.”
Rosalyn kissed me just like she was kissing the man in the photo and I was never the same again. Thunderbolts and lightning shot through my body and I fell so hard that I would have killed or died for her. And she knew it. When she pulled her lips from mine although I could not see myself I knew I was as blissfully happy as the man in the photo; maybe even more than the man in the photo.
Rosalyn said, “Now my submissive and smitten Travis, you will take me to my bedroom and make love to me like the goddess of love that I am.”
She took my hand, I followed and said, “Yes Rosalyn, anything for you.”