I stared at the letter from Cristina in disbelief, reading it over and over hoping it wasn’t really true. Was Harold really gone? We had been best friends for years until that bitch Cristina had taken over his life. According to the letter Harold had a massive heart attack while running on the treadmill at the gym. He didn’t even live long enough to make it to the emergency room.
As tears filled my eyes and I tried to imagine what life would be like without Harold it occurred to me I already knew what life was like without Harold. At first it was the alcohol at our Friday night card games. One day Harold said, “I can’t come home drunk anymore. Cristina won’t allow it.”
No matter how much we teased him or pressured him we just could not get him to budge. Next came the Friday night card games and again we could not get him to stand up to her. Finally after a few months of their dating he said, “Cristina said if you do not support my decisions to put her first in my life I will be forbidden from seeing you.”
I had tried everything to reason with him. I even said, “Are you going to put a piece of ass between us? We have been friends since high school and you’re going to let some girl you’ve known for a few months ruin all that?”
He looked at me with a distant happy look on his face and said, “I love her Steve. I would do anything to make her happy.”
I backed off on any pressure in fear of losing his friendship but once they were married we just drifted apart. I probably had not spoken to him for at least six months before he passed away. Heart conditions ran in his family and he had believed for years that a heart attack would one day take his life but he was much younger than any of us had ever imagined he would be when it hit.
It was going to be hard to see Cristina after all this time. I had really liked her when we first met her and had made a play for her. She chose Harold and when I saw him crumble under her control I was glad she had chosen him. For a while I secretly hated her but after Harold and I drifted apart I openly hated her. People would ask me why Harold and I stopped hanging out and I would simply reply, “Because that bitch Cristina forbid us from hanging out.”
I arrived at the funeral dressed in black and milled around with a few people I knew from back in the day. I took a seat in the back and waited for the funeral proceedings to begin. I figured I would pay my respects, give Cristina my condolences and leave. The pastor took the stand and as soon as he did Cristina stood up at the front row, looked around the room and then started walking back. She got to my row, looked down at me, grabbed my hand and said, “You’re supposed to be up front with us. You were his best friend.”
I wanted to tell her that she was right, I was his best friend but our friendship had ended because of her. The funeral was not the right time and especially in front of all these people. I begrudgingly took her hand and allowed her to lead me to the front. She sat me down right next to her with Harold’s family on the other side of me. It was awkward at best.
As different people came up to eulogize Harold I realized that I was in most of the stories about Harold’s life. Cristina reached over, held my hand, patted the top of it and said, “This is probably harder on the two of us than it is on anyone else.”
I wanted to yank my hand away and tell her that in some ways he had died years earlier when she took him from my life but I let her hold it. I figured it was what Harold would have wanted. Cristina did the last eulogy and the entire time she spoke she never took her eyes off of me. It made me feel very uncomfortable and I really wished I was in the back row where I had originally sat.
Afterwards I was standing in the corner avoiding people when Cristina came up to me. She looked around to see if anyone was listening and then she said, “I know you hate me Steve because I forbid Harold from being with anyone but me. If you think about what a marriage is all about then you would realize a man should make his wife his entire life. There should be nothing but his wife.”
I said, “That’s ridiculous. Every man needs friends. Every man needs outside interests.”
Cristina stepped very close to me and in a voice just short of whispering she said, “Look into my eyes Steve. A man should make his wife his entire life. There should be nothing but his wife. You see that now don’t you Steve?”
I had always thought Cristina had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. She was a little skinny for me and could use some chest and ass but as far as faces went she was drop dead gorgeous. Her eyes and lips really were her whole package and I suddenly felt as if I was swimming in her gaze. I said, “No, I mean, it was for Harold but men need.”
She put her finger to my lips and said, “Sshh. Look deep into my eyes Steve. I’m sure you can see that a man should make his wife his entire life. There should be nothing but his wife. You see that don’t you Steve?”
I felt funny. I felt disoriented and confused. It felt like Cristina had crawled into my head and her voice was echoing all around the now empty chambers of my mind. I said, “Yes, I see that now.”
Cristina stepped even closer so that her face was only inches from my own. She said, “Look deeper and deeper into my beautiful eyes. Tell me that you should make your wife your entire life. There should be nothing but your wife.”
I fell into her eyes and as I floated on a blissful cloud of mystification I replied, “I should make my wife my entire life. There should be nothing but my wife.”
Cristina said, “Very good Steve. I knew you would understand. I want you to wait around until all the guests have left. The burial is tomorrow morning but I want to speak to you again tonight. You will wait until all the guests have left and will come find me. What will you do?”
I said, “I will wait until all the guests have left and will come find you.”
She said, “Very good Stevie. Now run along and mingle with the other guests.”
I smiled back at the most captivating woman I had ever looked upon and said, “Yes of course. Mingle with the other guests.”
She walked away and left me standing in the corner in a hazy state of mind. Finally an old friend of mine came over and said, “You and Cristina were awfully close. I thought you hated her because she broke up your friendship.”
I just smiled at my old friend and dreamily replied, “I hated her once but it all makes sense to me now. A man should make his wife his entire life. There should be nothing but his wife. That was all Harold did was to be a good husband.”
My friend said, “Man, that bitch brain washed you the way she brain washed Harold. I would be careful or you’ll be her next mindless slave for a husband.”
Something my friend said made my mind snap and return to reality. Cristina had done something to me during our interaction. Somehow her words had replaced my thoughts. She had hypnotized me or brain washed me or something else. I decided I better leave before she got her wish and we were the only two left in the building.
I went to the door to leave but then saw someone I knew. I decided I would mingle for a few more minutes with the other guests before I made my break. Each time I ended a conversation I started for the door but spotted someone I knew and decided to mingle. As the people to mingle with became sparse I panicked at the realization of what was occurring. I could not leave! I could not bring my feet to pass through those doors. I looked over at Cristina and she winked. Her wink said everything. It said, “You can’t leave so just mingle like I told you.”
I smiled back at her to acknowledge the message in her wink and went back to talking with the other guest. Finally it was just me and Cristina. I walked over and said, “All the guests have left.”
Cristina said, “But you couldn’t leave could you Steve? You had to obey me didn’t you Stevie?”
I looked down at my feet half to admit defeat and half to avoid her eyes and said, “Yes, I had to obey you. I couldn’t make myself leave.”
Cristina laughed and said, “I will miss my dear Harold but you will make an excellent replacement. There is no reason to look at your feet. Why don’t you be a good boy and look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and let me finish making you mine.”
So that was it. She wanted me to replace Harold and become her slave husband just as my old friend had warned me about. I looked at my feet now afraid to look anywhere else. Cristina put her hand under my chin and tried to push my face up so I would look into her eyes. I had read about hypnosis in a college psychology class and I knew you could not simply hypnotize someone with your eyes. But knowing this did not reduce my fear of looking into her eyes because I also knew I had been unable to leave even after being warned of my fate.
Cristina finally said, “Fine, you may leave of your own free will.”
I looked up from my feet and said, “Really?”
I looked at her beautiful face, her rosy red lips pouted, her eyes were big and soft and begged me to stare into them. She said, “Yes, just kiss me before you go. Kiss me Steve. Look into my eyes and kiss me. Come to me. Put one foot in front of the other and come to your mistress and future wife. Look deep into my spell binding eyes and lose yourself in my hypnotic control. Come to me and kiss me. When your lips meet my lips you will close your eyes and go into a deep trance for me.”
My head spun and a dreamy smile drew across my face as my feet went into action and drew me across the floor. I came to a stop with my face inches from hers and knew when our lips met that I would happily meet the same fate as my friend had several years ago. We kissed and my eyes closed as I slipped into oblivion.
Cristina said, “Hmm. Either I have gotten much better at entrancing a man or you are even more susceptible to suggestion than Harold was. You are under my control now and will submit to me. Your life belongs to me now. Steve, do you remember what I told you when we first spoke?”
I said, “Yes Cristina. I should make my wife my entire life. There should be nothing but my wife.”
Cristina said, “That is correct my mesmerized lover. Do you know what that means to you?”
I said, “Yes Cristina. It means I will no longer hang out with my friends, drink alcohol, or do anything without you unless you approve.”
She said, “Unless I approve in advance and I doubt that will happen very often if at all. And do you know what your reward will be?”
I said, “No Cristina.”
She said, “I will let you worship me. I will let you wait on me hand and foot and sit at my feet like a puppy sits at her master’s feet. My sexual needs will always be more important than yours. My career will dictate where we live and you will obediently follow me if my career ever requires me to move. The more you strive to make me happy the happier you will be. Now tell me so I can hear you say it. What will make my submissive man happy?”
I said, “Making you happy will make me happy.”
A week later I stood face to face at my front door with my friend Ken saying, “I know I complained about the same shit when Harold was married to her. You just don’t understand. I can’t imagine spending one minute of my free time with anyone but Cristina. He must have enjoyed every second of his life right up until the day he died.”
Ken said, “Maybe that controlling bitch killed him by strangling him with her control.”
I cocked my fist back and said, “Because we are friends I will give you this one freebie. If you ever bad mouth my woman again I will beat you into a trip to the emergency room.”
Ken walked off and said, “I don’t know what Cristina did to you but you have become exactly what we hated. Good luck to you.”
I closed the door and turned to my fiancée. I was sad that I would probably never see Ken again. And I knew that soon my other friends would be stopping by today so I could give them the same speech.
Cristina said, “Don’t be sad my submissive little Stevie. Look into my eyes.”
After only a week of living together I no longer tried to resist her eyes. In fact I longed for the feeling of falling into them and abandoning all control to my mistress and future wife. I looked into her eyes and she said, “You are no longer sad about Ken and you will not be sad about any other friend you have to say goodbye to. Do you know what would cheer you up?”
I said, “Yes mistress, licking your pussy always cheers me up.”
Cristina said, “Then when I snap my fingers you will lick my pussy, prepare my dinner, do the dishes and report to me for additional chores. The more you serve me the happier you are.”
She snapped her fingers and my legs bowed almost on their own. I buried my face between her legs and she laughed as she pushed my head between her legs. Then she said, “And this is only the beginning honey. I will only deepen my hold on you after we walk down the aisle together.”
I buried my face between her legs and buried myself into a life of blissful submission to a woman I would soon marry and serve for the rest of my life. I submitted myself to a woman I once hated for the way she controlled my best friend. If only I had understood how wonderful he had it. I understood now.