The flight to Atlanta was looking like it was going to fill up and one of the few seats on the plane that was still empty was the seat next to mine. I cannot remember which plane we were on but it had two seats, an aisle, a long row, an aisle and two seats. I had a window seat in the two seat row and was very happy that I might be one of the few people on the flight without a seatmate.
I noticed a large black woman making her way down the row. She was out of breath from carrying her bags and had already worked up a sweat just trying to get on the plane. I sat there muttering under my breath, “Please don’t sit next to me. Please don’t sit next to me.”
She stopped at the seat next to me, looked at her ticket stub and then said, “Could you scoot over a little bit sir? I’m a big girl and need some room.”
Big girl was an understatement. She obviously was no stranger to the icebox. Problem was that I am a bodybuilder and although our body compositions were different we both took up a ton of room on the plane. I scooted as best as I could and she plopped down next to me. She held out her big hand and said, “Hello, my name is Helen. I guess we’ll be sitting next to each other fighting for the arm rest for the next five hours.”
I begrudgingly shook her hand and said, “My name is Mitch. I’ll be the gentleman and let you have the arm rest.”
She held my hand and would not let go as she said, “You know Mitch, women my size are not accustomed to men being gentlemen. I appreciate you being so nice.” She kissed my hand and returned it to the armrest. I made a mental note to get that hand washed as soon as possible.
Two things in life terrify me and both of them are probably unrealistic fears but they are still fears I cannot seem to overcome. One is a fear of flying and the other is a fear of being burned alive. As the plane began to taxi I started shaking. Helen looked over and saw me shaking. She said, “Mitch, are you afraid of flying?”
I looked over with my usual look of panic and said, “Terrified.”
Helen took my hand and slowly began caressing my arm. It was very relaxing. “Close your eyes Mitch and focus your attention on my fingers. Feel the little circular patterns on your arms and become one with the movements.” Her fingers sent shivers up and down my body and in spite of my disgust at her weight I felt myself becoming aroused. I felt my fear leave and I became very focused on the tingly feelings flowing from my arm.
Then I heard Helen say, “Mitch, you can open your eyes now.”
I looked out the window and we were level. The captain came on the speaker and said, “Ladies and gentlemen we have reached our cruising altitude of 39,000 feet.”
I was astonished that she had so successfully relaxed me that I hadn’t even noticed the entire take off. I said, “That was incredible Helen. How did you do that?”
Helen smiled and said, “Women of the islands are very competent in the arts of the mind. Men are very physical creatures so I simply distracted your mind from the plane to your own arm. I apologize for getting you so aroused but it is kind of a by-product of having your body rubbed.”
I must have turned three sheets of red. I didn’t realize it but I had grown a full erection and was still fully erect. Helen laughed that deep Jamaican laugh and said, “Now don’t be embarrassed Mitch. I’ve seen one before.” I felt really strange. Although she was probably my age I felt her motherly love and wanted to be taken care of. She had protected me from my fear of the takeoff and now she had reassured me over something that could have potentially been very embarrassing. I was actually happy she had sat next to me.
I was looking out the window daydreaming when I felt Helen’s arm jam me in the rib. Helen gasped out, “Oh my, I am so sorry Mitch. My yarn got stuck and when it finally released I couldn’t stop my arm from jabbing you.”
I looked over and realized Helen was knitting or doing crotchet. I asked, “Are you knitting?”
Helen said, “I guess you could call it that. I learned this from my mother who learned it from her mother and so on. It is very similar to knitting but we use a different hand pattern designed to relax us while we make our patterns. I bought a special thread with gold but sometimes we use cheaper metals.”
I watched her weaving and found the whole process quite fascinating. I asked, “And you make clothes with this?”
Helen said, “I mostly do this to relax but I can make anything I want. I love to watch the thread go into the hole and out of the hole as the needle guides it along. It is so wonderfully relaxing to focus my mind on one needle and then the other needle. The real challenge is to watch both needles at the same time. It can be so relaxing to watch both needles that my mother used to use this stitch just to put us kids to bed if we were having trouble sleeping. Don’t you find it relaxing Mitch?”
I could see what she meant. As I watched the needles and the lights flashing in my eyes from the gold twine I must have yawned 10 times. As I started to answer her Helen said, “Of course you find it relaxing. How could you not find it relaxing? Just keep your eyes on the twine and soon the plane will be landing. In and out, out and in, the needle and the thread dance on your sleepy mind.” Helen was so nice. She was trying to help me relax so the flight would be easier for me. I wanted to tell her that I hadn’t been afraid since she had used that relaxation technique on my arm but I felt so relaxed that I just stared at the needles. Her voice drifted off into the distance and I felt my eyes close.
I do not know how long I was asleep but when I woke up I was horrified to realize that I had fallen asleep on Helen. I felt drool on the side of my mouth and looked down at her shirt to realize that I had drooled on her shirt. From where the drool was located I was mortified to realize that my head had been firmly planted right between her large soft breasts. I sat up quickly and wiped the drool from my face. I said, “I am so sorry Helen. I have never fallen asleep on someone before.”
Helen put her hands under her breasts, pushed them up, and kind of bounced them back and forth while she said, “I guess you have never sat next to someone with these before.” Then just to reassure me she said, “Don’t be too hard on yourself Mitch. I knew you were really stressed out so I pulled out my relaxation yarn. We do this back home to put the little ones to sleep. You responded so well to my arm relaxation that I knew the yarn would put you to sleep. I hope you’re not upset with me for putting you to sleep.”
I should have felt violated but I felt nothing of the sort. In fact, I felt very aroused at the fact that this woman could put me to sleep without my knowledge. I started to get aroused again as I said, “No Helen, I’m not upset. That was very sweet of you to help me relax like that. I have tried to sleep on flights before and I was too scared to close my eyes.”
I realized Helen was still bouncing her large breasts and I found it hard to pull my eyes from them. Helen said, “Yes, you stick with Helen and she’ll take good care of you.”
I felt myself go rock hard as I stared at those large soft bouncy black breasts. I said, “Yes, I’ll stick with Helen.”
As soon as I said this I panicked. What the hell was wrong with me? Just because this woman was a loving motherly type was no reason to fall for her. She was huge and I just could not have a relationship with a woman this big. Every bodybuilding show I attended I had women of model caliber throwing themselves at me. I tried to picture one of the groupie girls following me back to my hotel room. I closed my eyes to envision this week’s show in Atlanta and some babe following me back to my room but what entered my mind was something different. I envisioned myself going back to my r oom but I was following a woman instead of being followed. Then I realized it was Helen. I jerked my eyes open and let out a slight yell.
Helen said, “Are you okay Mitch?” I wanted to jump from my seat as I realized how badly I wanted to make love to her. I looked at her and was about to answer when the dream I had from her putting me to sleep popped into my mind.
In my dream I had woken up and invited Helen back to my hotel room. She had accepted and we caught a cab back to my hotel room in Atlanta. We made out in the cab and by time we got to the hotel I wanted nothing more than to make love to her. We were all over each other in the elevator and barely made it to the room. She took her clothes off and when I saw her breasts I shot my wad right there before I could even climb into bed with her. She held them and shook them at me saying, “I see you like my breasts Mitch. Why don’t you come over and suck on them.”
I was still sucking on them in my dream when I had woke up on the plane. That explained the drool all over my face and all over her shirt. How embarrassing. I had probably been making sucking motions the whole time I had been asleep and had also probably been rock hard the entire time.
I realized I had a dilemma on my hands. In the four hours we had been up in the air I had gone from being physically repulsed by this woman to wanting nothing more than to curl up on her lap and suck her breasts. I would be the laughing stock of my fellow bodybuilders if I gave into these urges.
I kind of snapped out of my daydream when I heard Helen saying again, “Mitch? Are you okay?”
I replied, “Oh I’m sorry Helen, I was thinking about my upcoming competition.”
As if Helen knew I was lying she said, “Were you now. I’m not too familiar with bodybuilding so tell me what all this entails.” For the remainder of the flight I told her all about my training, my dieting, the shows, and how hard the life of an amateur bodybuilder working fulltime could be. She asked a lot of genuinely good questions and before I knew it the plane was in its final decent.
The plane taxied to the gate as the stewardess welcomed us to Atlanta and thanked us for flying her airline. I held out my hand and said to Helen, “It has been a pleasure flying with you Helen. I wish all my flights were this pleasurable.”
Helen shook my hand and said, “Likewise Mitch. Maybe I will come to a bodybuilding show and watch you compete.”
I lit up like a Christmas tree and said, “That would be wonderful. Would you like tickets to my show this week?” As soon as I said it I regretted it. I was trying to get away from her and get those humongous breasts as far from my mind as possible.
I really hoped she would say no but she said, “I thought you would never ask Mitch.” I reached into my carry on bag and pulled out two tickets.
Helen said, “Thanks Mitch but I’m traveling alone so I’ll take one.”
The plane stopped and everyone jumped up to grab their bags. I always checked my bags so the limo driver could grab them for me. Helen had carried her bags on. I watched her reach up above our seats to grab her bags and her two huge breasts pushed up against her clothing. They bounced side to side as she wiggled her bag back and forth struggling to break it free from the bags that she had squeezed her bag between. I think my eyes popped out of my head and I felt my mouth water. Lust rushed through my body as I said, “Please Helen, let me get your bags for you.”
Helen stepped out of the way and said, “What a gentleman.”
Helen followed me to baggage claim and then I saw my limo driver. Now was my big chance to break free of this woman’s spell. I said, “Well Helen, here we are. It really was a pleasure traveling with you.”
Helen said, “Be a dear and hold my bags while I lose this outer garment in my luggage. It is so hot and muggy here like it is back home.”
Helen took off the outer garment she was wearing to expose a sleeveless top with two small straps. Her cleavage was almost fully exposed. I knew better than to look at her breasts but I thought I could get away with stealing one quick look. I was very wrong. Almost in a trance I said, “I have a limo Helen. Would you like a ride to your hotel?”
I was pretty sure she would take me up on my offer and she did. The limo driver loaded our bags into the trunk as we climbed into back. I barely knew this woman and yet each time I even caught a glimpse of her breasts I wanted to make love to her. I tried to regain my composure and said, “Where should I tell the driver to take you?”
Helen turned to me, ran her fingers along her cleavage and said, “Why don’t you stop fighting it Mitch and just invite me back to your room already? I know you want to so do it.”
I felt totally helpless as I watched her fingers move along her breasts. I said, “Helen, would you like to come back to my room? I have grown very fond of you and really do not want to part company.”
Helen took my head and pulled it down into her cleavage. I sighed a sigh of relief as I felt that warm submissive feeling I had felt on the plane sweep over my mind. She said, “What a lovely offer Mitch. I expect to be treated like a queen when we arrive at your room.”
My muffled response was “Yes my queen.”
I was in breast heaven now. My mind swirled with lustful thoughts of getting Helen up to my room and making love to her. I was usually the dominant powerful person in a relationship but it felt so natural to submit to her. I really wasn’t sure what had changed about me in that five hour flight but I no longer wanted to be in charge. Helen got out of the limo and waited for me to grab her bags.
A bell cap came to get our bags and Helen said, “That will not be necessary. I have my white boy to carry my bags for me.” She turned to me and said, “Come along Mitch.”
I grabbed all our bags and said, “Yes my queen.”
The bell cap said to her, “You go girl” and she said back to him, “You know it.”
I tried to shake the fog off my brain and comprehend what was happening here. I was being treated like hired help by a woman who couldn’t get a date and for some very strange reason I was happy about it. Something was wrong but I wasn’t sure where to begin. As I struggled to regain some sense of sanity Helen ran her fingers along her cleavage again and any thoughts of resistance ran from my mind.
I walked up and said, “I got our room.”
She held out her hand and in a very commanding tone she said, “Key.” I handed her both keys to the room. I felt like a little boy being bossed by his mommy. Helen said, “You will not leave the room without my permission. Is that clear Mitch?”
I put my head down and said, “Yes my queen.”
As I allowed her to boss me around I felt shame yet I could feel my desire for her growing and growing. We got off the elevator and she led the way to our room. As I followed her down the hallway carrying both our bags my mind flashed back to my dream. Hadn’t I dreamt this exact scenario? We got to our room and Helen opened the door. “Bring the bags in and then come take off my shoes.”
I scurried like a busy bee and said, “Yes my queen.” I dropped the bags, closed the door and dropped to my knees. I took off her shoes and looked up at her.
She said, “Look up Mitch. This is what you have been waiting for.” I looked up and realized she had removed her top. For the first time in my life I knew what I wanted. I wanted to belong to Helen. She said, “Come kiss them Mitch. I know its what you’ve been waiting for.” I climbed up onto her lap and just as I had in my dream I sucked on her two big breasts.
She caressed my head and said, “That’s a good boy. Succumb to me. Submit to me. Give me pleasure Mitch and give into your desire to be mine.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew how to please a woman and it wasn’t sucking on nipples. I knew I had to kiss and lick her g-spot. I put her nipples into my hands and slowly slid down her body. I kissed her chest, then her tummy and then the inside of her thighs as I made my way down to her pussy. As I plunged my tongue inside I heard her let out a sigh of pleasure. It felt so good to please my queen. She must not have been made love to in a long time because she did not last long at all. In no time at all she was flooding my face wi th pussy juice as she screamed in ecstasy.
When she was finished with her orgasm I sat at her feet and gently kissed her thighs. I could not wait to make love her now that she had her orgasm. I started to climb on top of her but she stopped me. “No Mitch, not yet. I have some things to do before you may be allowed to make love to me. You will wait in the room while I run some errands.”
Helen got up, got dressed and left me in the room. It took almost 10 minutes for my erection to subside. I wanted so badly to head to the pool and work on my tan but I was afraid to disobey Helen. I was afraid to do anything that would cause her to leave me.
Three hours later Helen returned with a bag full of goodies. She said, “Come to me Mitch.” I obediently got up from the couch and went to her. She pulled out a necklace that said, “Property of Helen” and placed it around my neck. Then she pulled out a bracelet that said, “Helen’s Boy” and placed it on my wrist. Then she said, “Sit down Mitch.” I sat down and she took my hand.
Helen then explained everything that had happened. She said, “ I am going to explain to you what I did. Back home we call this the Test of Truth. If you still want me to be your queen after I tell you the truth then you will be mine forever. Are you ready?”
I shook my head yes so Helen continued, “Mitch, I hypnotized you on the plane. I gave you a little suggestibility test and you were so incredibly suggestible that I decided to break out the yarn. We really do use the yarn to put children to sleep but my mom used it on my dad to do the same thing to him that I did to you. I pulled out the yarn in front of many Jamaican men but they knew what I was doing and left before I could hypnotize them. When I saw you sitting there on the plane I knew the Gods had answered my prayers. I hypnotized you and found out you love big breasts. I merely suggested to you that the bigger breasts the better. Then I had you dream about making love to me.”
She paused for a moment to look at my reaction. I should have been angry but all I felt was more and more in love when I realized she had bestowed her special gift of submission on me. Then she said, “Finally, I put it into your head that the more you see my breasts the more submissive you will feel towards me. It was no mistake that you also woke up with your head on my breasts. It was no mistake that I swung my breasts in your face trying to get my luggage. These were all tests to see if my hypnotic commands took hold. Most men feel they should be in charge because society tells them they should be yet they yearn for a wo man to command them. Their mommies told them what to do when they were younger and they still need to be told what to do. No one can be hypnotized to do things against their will so the final test is sitting the man down and informing him of the fact that he has been hypnotized. You are now in the driver’s seat Mitch. Do you still want me to be your queen?”
I sat on the bed with her still holding my hand. The missing pieces of the puzzle suddenly all fell into place. Everything made sense to me now. Helen said a man could not be hypnotized to do something against their will so what was happening in my head? I did love big breasts. I had become turned on by the way she calmed me down before the flight. I had been with hundreds of women and no woman had ever made me feel so good about myself and good about making love to her. I looked down at my bracelet and felt love towards Helen. I reach ed up and felt my necklace. I wanted to be her property. I wanted to wake up to those breasts every morning. I looked up at her thick lips and longed to kiss her. I looked further down at her big beautiful breasts and longed to get lost in them.
I slid off the bed, dropped to one knee, took her hand and as I kissed it I said, “I want you to be my queen forever Helen.” As I said this she allowed her top to fall from her shoulders. Her big beautiful black breasts stared me in the face and I felt waves of submission sweep over my mind.
Then Helen said, “I had hoped you would say that. Now let us seal the union by making love. You will not be on top as the person in charge assumes the top. I will climb on top of you and dangle my breasts just out of reach of your mouth. When I finally place my breast into your mouth you will orgasm. When you are finished you will be mine forever. There is no turning back now.”
As I laid back on the bed I knew this is what I wanted. Helen climbed on top of me and as she began to slowly pump me I felt my mind’s will melt away. Helen said, “You are mine” over and over as she pumped me.
I began to mimic the command, “I am yours” over and over. Just as I was about to cum Helen grabbed my arms and pinned them to the bed. She rose ever so slightly off of me and began riding the head of my penis. Usually when a woman does this to me I just overpower her. I usually push the woman’s arms back and knock her off of me to reduce the intensity of the pleasure. However I had never been with a large woman before and my best efforts did not even budge Helen. I tried desperately to get her off the head as I could feel the orgasm that was building would be way too intense to endure unless I moved her. Then I came. I saw stars and my world spun around me as Helen screwed me into complete submission. She climbed off of me and left me there quivering on the bed. I sunk into a deep happy restful sleep.
The flight to Jamaica was wonderful. I was with my dream woman and future wife. Helen decided we would live in her hometown for a couple of years so I could focus on a potential bodybuilding career and so we could have children. Her family loved me and her sisters insisted I bring back some bodybuilding friends so they too could have husbands. Helen assured them that I would handpick the very best men and bring them home. I knew those men would be just as happy as I was.