My girlfriend and I drove up to her work conference together so I could spend the evenings with her. As an independent consultant I had that kind of flexibility so she insisted I go with her so she had someone to come back to in her room at the end of the day.
She put on her little name badge, grabbed her little goodie bag that they gave her when she checked in, gave me a kiss and said, “See you tonight.”
That was the second to last time I would ever see her.
I took a shower, got dressed and decided to go explore the beach town we were staying in. I wandered off the main strip but was still in a pretty high traffic area when I happened upon a bookstore. I did not pay too close attention to see that it was a bookstore that catered to people with fetishes.
I walked into the store and immediately had the sensation that I was in the wrong place. I turned to leave and walked right into a tall busty overweight woman wearing high heels, a black leather mini-skirt, a stretchy see through spandex top and no bra. In a heavy accent she said, “You don’t belong here. Why are you here?”
I stood in one place afraid to move, afraid to answer and she finally said, “Well?”
I said, “I just saw the sign that said bookstore and came inside. Sorry. I’ll leave.”
I started for the door when the leather strap she was holding snapped just inches from my chest. She laughed and said, “Why waste the trip. I cater to all kinds of perverse fetishes. Have a look around. You might just find something that appeals to you.”
I gently pushed the leather strap downward and said, “Thanks but I’ll pass.”
She put her hand on my sternum, pushed me backwards and said, “Oh but I insist.”
I said OK and started to browse the store. I decided I would buy something, anything, to avoid her wrath. She was a very intimidating looking woman and I did not want to upset her.
After looking around a little bit I said, “Do you have anything that is not so hard core?”
She laughed in her heavy Russian accent and said, “Oh the little boy wants something vanilla for his vanilla relationship. I have something for you.”
I said, “Really what is it?”
She walked over to where I was standing and said, “Erotic hypnosis.”
I said, “I didn’t see any books on erotic hypnosis. Where do I look for that?”
She said, “Right here.” I looked to s ee where she was pointing and followed her hand right to her eyes.
I kind of nervously laughed and said, “Oh I get it. You were going to hypnotize me. Very funny.”
She said, “Look into my eyes, relax, and we’ll see if you still think it is funny. I will hypnotize you and you will be my slave. Your vanilla days will soon be behind you.”
I looked into her eyes and said, “Lady I have read a few books in my college days and you can’t just tell someone you’re going to hypnotize them and then do it unless they want to be hypnotized.”
She said, “Then you must want to be hypnotized.”
I said, “Come again. What do yo u mean I must want to be hypnotized?”
She said, “You must want to be hypnotized and experience all I that I have to offer you. Why else would you be looking deeply into my dark blue eyes and letting yourself get lost in my eyes. Why else would you be listening to my voice and allowing it to make you feel so sleepy, so very sleepy?”
I was pretty sure I did not want to be hypnotized. And if I did it defi nitely was not by a woman who was half a foot taller and twice my size. But then again she had a point. Why was I feeling so sleepy and falling into her big blue eyes? I decided this would stop right now.
I said, “You are right. I was starting to feel the effects of your eyes and voice so I’m out of here. Bye.”
I turned to leave and suddenly felt a leather cord wrap around my neck. I reached up to pull it off but she pulled it tight. It had a slipknot on it and was quickly wrapped around my neck before I could get my fingers under the leather. She spun me around and said, “Not so fast my sleepy little friend. You cannot walk away from destiny so easily.”
She grabbed my chin and forced my head in her direction. Then she said, “Now I want you to look into my eyes and embrace your future.”
I said, “But I don’t want to be hypno……” My voice trailed off as I met her eyes again. Then I said “tized.”
I started to feel a helpless feeling come over me as I realized she was physically stronger than me and seemed to be able to make me feel very relaxed with just her words, eyes and voice. I tried to assert myself one more time and said, “This is ridiculous. I don’t need to stand here and listen to this.”
She yanked the cord towards her and very much like a leash it pulled me towards her. She grabbed my face and smashed it between her enormous breasts. I got a whiff of a mix of perfume, sweat and I believe pussy juice. I felt an incredible and conflicting urge to run screaming from the building or to bury my face further and enjoy the whole thing. As I struggled to decide she said, “Oh but you do. And your desire to leave here just greatly diminished. Face it, you are enjoying this and want to know what it would be like to submit to me. Now stop fighting it and look into my eyes.”
She reached down, took my chin again, guided my face to her face and kissed me. Then she said, “If you resist me again I will release you and you will never experience the bliss that only I can offer you. Now look into my eyes or leave here empty.”
For a moment I thought, “It is that easy. I can just refuse to look and she’ll let me go?” But then I thought about how enjoyable it had been to have my face buried in her breasts. I also realized I was extremely aroused not only by her breasts but by the thought of being hypnotically controlled. Against what seemed to be my better judgment I thought to myself, “I’m going to look into those eyes and see how far down the rabbit hole really goes. If I don’t like it then the game ends.”
She was still holding my chin and as I relaxed the muscles on my neck it allowed her to guide my eyes to her eyes. Wide-eyed and a little scared I looked into her eyes and said, “OK, I want what you have to offer.”
The woman smiled and said, “You look so helpless and vulnerable right now. I can’t tell you how much that turns me on. I can’t wait to take you.” She gave me a long hard kiss again and then said, “Now let’s resume. Look deep into my eyes.”
Her eyes seemed larger than life and her voice seemed like a warm blanket wrapping me up and sweeping me away to slumber land. She said, “Your eyes are so heavy and you are so sleepy. You are a very suggestible person my submissive friend and the mere suggestion to sleep makes you feel so sleepy and so obedient. My eyes are so spell binding and my voice is so mesmerizing that you can barely hold your eyes open. Can you feel how helpless you are to resist me now?”
My head was swimming in her words and I felt so small and insignificant. She was taller, she outweighed me, she was powerful, dressed in leather and her eyes held me. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I replied, “Yes, I feel helpless.”
She said, “You feel helpless because you are helpless. You are helpless because I am dominant and you are submissive. You are so submissive that when I count backwards from 10 to 1 your eyes will close and you will fall into a hypnotic trance where you hear only my words. Do you understand?”
I said yes and she began to count. When she reached the number one she placed her palm over my eyes and said, “Deep sleep. Sleep for Valeska and obey.”
I was still standing in the same exact spot we had begun our exchange in but my head was slumped over and my eyes were closed. In her heavy Russian accent Valeska said, “Good boy. Now I will teach you to submit. I am going to awaken you immediately. I want you to remember that I hypnotized you but I want you to believe you were faking it. Each time I touch you a tingling will go up that part of your body and into your head. As the tingling enters your head you will feel strong feelings of desire and submissiveness towards me. Each touch will make your more desirous and more submissive of my feminine control. Do you understand slave?”
I said, “Yes Valeska.”
She laughed and said, “I will teach you how to pronounce my name later but for now I am Mistress Valeska.”
I replied, “Yes Mistress Valeska.”
The next thing I knew I was awake and standing in front of her. I said, “I don’t think it worked. ; I don’t feel any different.”
Valeska said, “As you Americans say you win some and you lose some. Let me show you to the door.”
Valeska took my arm and as she did I felt a sensation run down my arm and into my head that made me dizzy. I said, “Wait, I, I, I feel confused.”
She said, “You do? Would this help?” Then she kissed me.
Floods of emotions ran through my mind as our lips locked again. I knew it was the hypnosis but I thought I had faked it. How could her touch have this kind of impact on me? When our lips parted I said, “I want to be yours. What do I have to do?”
Valeska smiled and said, “You don’t have to do anything slave because you already did it. All I have to do is touch you and each touch draws to me like a moth to a light.” As she said this she put her hands on my shoulders and that same feeling moved from each shoulder into my brain. I went to speak but as I opened my mouth she forced her tongue down my throat and forcefully kissed me.
I felt so submissive, so full of lust, so full of desire for her that I felt my knees give out and I fell to my knees. I looked up at her with my heart full of admiration, love and some degree of fear as I realized I would do anything for this woman. She looked down at me and said, “I cannot tell you how much it turns me on to see you like this. What is your name slave?”
I said, “James. I mean Mistress Valeska, my name is James.”
She ran her fingers along my face and said, “So vulnerable, so innocent, so susceptible, your wide-eyed helplessness brings juices to my pussy so I am eager to have you lick it. But first you will tell me, this girlfriend of yours. Where is she?”
I said, “She is at the hotel.”
Valeska said, “After you are finished licking my pussy I will dress you in your slave outfit. You will phone your girlfriend and tell her to meet you at th e bookstore.”
I said, “Yes Mistress.”
After I finished servicing my mistress I phoned my girlfriend. I told her I had found the best bookstore and told her she needed to come right away.
My girlfriend arrived at the bookstore and when she walked in I grabbed her and put a cloth over her mouth. She kicked and punched until the drug on the cloth kicked in and then she allowed her body to go limp. Valeska emerged from the shadows, took my girlfriend by the chin and guided her eyes up. Then she said, “I will teach you dominance and feminine power. Now look into my eyes and relax.”
Valeska hypnotized my girlfriend Lisa and then the two of them disappeared into a backroom. When they returned Lisa was dressed in a see through black mesh outfit with a black studded bra. She had black leather pants that were skin tight and wore high heels. For the first time in years the sight of her aroused me. Valeska stepped out from behind her and said, “Lisa, your ex-girlfriend, has an announcement to make.”
Lisa grabbed Valeska and gave her a passionate kiss. Then she said, “Men are on this earth for my pleasure. You belong to Valeska now and I will have my way with whom I please.”
Valeska pointed to a young man eating dinner by himself at a sidewalk café. She said, “There is your first prey. Go and take him.”
Lisa put her high heel on my shoulder, pushed me to the ground and said, “Yes Mistress, as you wish.” Then she strode off towards the unsuspecting diner. I never saw her again.
Valeska threw her choker leash around my neck and said, “Come with me slave. I want to train you in the proper technique of clitoral stimulation.”
She led me to the backroom and as I saw all the torture devices I panicked. I stopped and she pulled the choker around my neck drawing me close to her. She followed my eyes to see what I was looking at and said, “Oh, this stuff scares you. I could teach you to like it but I’m not into pain. Your old girlfriend is into pain and I’m sure her first conquest will be using thi s stuff soon enough. My fetish is complete male submission and the more helpless you look the more turned on I get. So don’t worry I won’t be using that stuff on you. But it sure turns me on to see how frightened you are. Do I frighten you slave?”
I nervously said, “Yes Mistress, more than you can imagine.”
She laughed and said, “Good. Because it turns me on to hear that.”
We went to a back room and she instructed me in the art of oral stimulation. I loved being able to please her. I finally said, “Did you make it so I love to please you?”
Valeska laughed and said, “No, I only released your inner desires just like I released your ex-girlfriends. You had submissive male written all over you. Now you belong to me.”
I kissed her hand, then fell to my knees and kissed her feet. As I kissed her feet I said, “Thank you for choosing me. Every time you touch me I can feel my desire for you increase.”
Valeska said, “I’m sure you do slave, I’m sure you do.”