I met the butler at the door and held out my hand saying, “You must be James. I’m Dave, it is nice to meet you.”
He looked at my hand like I was handing some foreign object and then slowly reached for it and gave me a pathetic weak handshake. He said, “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Jackson. Shall I take your bags?”
I stepped onto the fancy marble floor, took a look at the huge home I had just inherited and said, “Man, I can’t believe this is all mine.”
In his snobby tone James said, “Yes, either can I.”
I turned to him and said, “Well get used to it my man. I am not at all like my parents.”
He went out to grab my bags and I said, “I’ve got them. I do not let bellhops in hotels carry my bags and I’m not going to have you do it. When I’m old and helpless then you can carry my bags.”
James said, “Very well sir. Stella will have your dinner ready for you in the dining room.”
I went into the dining room and saw Stella working on a delicious meal. Stella was very short. She always wore high heels even when she was working. I had always liked her butt when she wore her high heels and quite often I found myself day dreaming and staring at it.
Stella put the food onto a plate, turned from the stove and I said, “Thank you Stella.”
She always called me Mr. David. I tried to get her to call me Dave but she always called people Mister and Misses and by their full first names. She said, “Oh Mr. David you startled me. I made your favorite dish.”
I took the plate and said, “Aren’t you going to join me?”
Stella looked uncomfortable and said, “No Mr. David. Before you were my boss’ son but now you are my boss.”
I said, “In that case as your boss I insist that you join me.”
She said, “I think I am going to like working for you Mr. David.”
Stella was not pretty but not ugly. She had dark black hair that probably should have been treated different but she used off the shelf shampoo and wash her hair every day. It had become dry and brittle but I always thought it had the potential to be soft and beautiful. Her lips were too big for her face and while she had nice sized breasts they were pointy instead of full and round. But at that moment, as we looked at each other, I felt desire for her. It was the desire I only usually felt when I stared at her ass as she vacuumed or washed dishes.
I finally broke the awkward silence and said, “Here sit down. I will get your plate since you got mine.”
I could tell she was uncomfortable having her boss serve her dinner but I just couldn’t treat people like servants even if they were servants. I never had when I lived under my parents’ roof and I was not going to start now.
We finished eating and in spite of her protests I helped Stella clear the dishes.
The next day I drove down to my hair salon and I said, “Do you have anyone that can work on restoring the luster of a woman’s hair. Her hair is dark black and is similar to a black person’s hair.”
A black woman stepped out from the back of the salon and said, “You mean African-American and yes, I can help restore her hair. Is she African-American?”
I said, “No, she is from Guatemala.”
I took her card and made an appointment for Stella. I handed the woman my card and said, “Please do anything you can for her hair and if she would like anything else then please put it on my card.”
Stella went to her three days in a row and wore a scarf over her head after the first day. On the fourth day she came into the kitchen and not only was her hair beautiful and bouncy she looked completely different. She was wearing make up and had gotten rid of the dumpy t-shirt and sweat pants and replaced it with a sexy top and tight pants. They looked like red leather but I knew she did not have that kind of money. She was also wearing red high heeled boots that went up most of the way on her calf.
I sat in my chair almost dumb founded by the turnaround in her appearance and finally said, “Wow, you look beautiful.”
She acted a little shy and said, “You like? I hope you don’t mind but I used your credit card for a complete make over and some new clothes. My hair dresser said she is a good judge of people and she knew you would not mind.”
Blood ran to my penis as I responded to the visual delight that stood before me. I smiled at her and said, “Oh gosh I do not mind at all. Shall we have some dinner?”
Stella threw a little red leather purse over her arm and said, “Yes that would be great. What are you making us?”
I sat speechless for a moment before she laughed and said, “I was only joking Mr. David. I will make dinner.”
After we ate she went over to clean the dishes. I helped clear our plates and as I watched her ass swinging back and forth in that red leather outfit I felt compelled to go over and help. I went up alongside her, took a sponge and said, “Why don’t I help with the dishes Stella?”
Stella shocked me by saying, “You have a lot of different thoughts going through your head now Mr. David and one of them is the thought of making love to me. Instead of helping me with the dishes why don’t you get on your knees and kneel before my big beautiful ass. You may rub it if you like but remain kneeling.”
More shocking than her bold comment was my response. How many years had I dreamed of kneeling at her ass and rubbing it and now she was telling me to do it. I went to my knees as I replied, “Yes Stella.”
I reached up to rub her ass as if it was a ruby or precious gem. I rubbed it for only a few minutes when she leaned it out away from the counter and said, “You may kiss it now.”
I went to kiss it but right as my lips got to her ass she said, “Wait, I forgot to mention one thing to you. Each time you kiss my ass you will feel very relaxed and very aroused. Now kiss it.”
I said, “Yes Stella” and kissed her ass.
She said, “Again my submissive boss and become more relaxed and more aroused. Each kiss makes you feel so sleepy and submissive, so relaxed and horny. Kiss it again and again until I command you to stop.”
I said, “Yes Stella” and proceeded to kiss it again.
Stella interrupted my kissing and said, “You mean yes Mistress Stella.”
I pulled my lips away and said, “Yes Mistress Stella.”
I could not believe this was happening. I was on my knees kissing my house keeper’s ass and loving every minute of it. I really hoped to make her happy and have her invite me back to my bedroom. The only thing was each time I kissed her ass I felt really sleepy.
After a few minutes of kissing she said, “I bet I know what my submissive little lover would like. You do not want to kiss leather anymore do you? Of course you don’t. You wish to kiss some skin and bury your face in my ass because it makes you even more submissive and more open to my suggestions doesn’t it?”
She pulled her pants down and stuck her bare naked ass in my face as I replied, “Yes Mistress Stella.”
I was on my knees kissing her round ass that I had stared at so many times over the years and now I was actually getting to kiss it. She reached back and caressed the back of my head. As she rubbed my head she said, “You have wanted me for many years haven’t you?”
I was so excited. I was going to get to have sex with the house keeper I had fantasized about so many times in the past. I said, “Yes mistress, for as long as I can remember.”
Then she said, “I have wanted you on your knees kneeling before me for many years too. You have become very submissive and open to my suggestion since you went to your knees. And just to demonstrate how suggestible you have become when I count to three you will attempt to stand. You will notice immediately that you cannot rise as my words have more power over your body than you do. One, two, three.”
I thought Stella had lost her mind until I attempted to stand. My knees refused to straighten and my body seemed incapable of rising off the floor. Stella looked back at me and said, “Oh yes, it worked. I am going to turn now and you will no longer be kissing my ass but will find your face between my legs. I want you to kiss my pussy and as you do I want you to notice that you are becoming sleepier and sleepier as you grow more and more submissive.”
I looked up at her and said, “Are you trying to hypnotize me Mistress Stella?”
It was funny but it already seemed very natural to call her mistress. She spun around and when I came face to face with her pussy I immediately buried my face between her legs and began kissing her pussy. As I was kissing she said, “Oh no baby, I already hypnotized you with my ass. I am just putting you into a deep trance now so I can assume complete control of your mind.”
Her hands returned to the back of my head and she said, “Now be a good boy and use your tongue allowing your mind to grow so sleepy as you become drowsier and drowsier. Go deeper into my pussy as you go deeper into your trance. Sleep for me slave, sleep for me and obey me.”
I felt my body go lax and I slumped forward until my face came to a rest on her pussy and my body was leaning into her legs. She said, “It worked just like she said it would. Excellent. You are my love slave now and must obey. Tell me what you are and what you must do.”
I heard my voice but it felt like someone else was speaking. I responded, “I am your slave and I must obey.”
Stella said, “The hair dresser you sent me too said you were ripe for being hypnotized and that you secretly lusted for me. She taught me what to do and had me buy the domination clothes I am wearing so I could bring you to your knees. Now that you are under my control I will turn your lust into an undying love that will consume you and make you mine forever.”
Stella took my head and rubbed my face into her pussy and said, “Instead of cleaning homes I will have a housekeeper. Instead of sleeping in the maid’s quarters I will sleep in the master bedroom with you submissively sleeping at my side. Now, when I count to three you will rise and follow me to your bedroom. You will remain deeply hypnotized and will find yourself falling even deeper as you follow me up the stairs. Keep your eyes on my hypnotic ass and think only of how much you want me.”
As we went up the stairs I felt an intense desire to do whatever she told me creeping into my mind. I wanted to fight it but somehow each step she took with her ass swaying put me deeper under her power. We got to my bedroom and she said, “Lie down on the bed face down.”
I took my position on the bed and she said, “I am going to lower myself onto your face and you will lick my pussy until I cum. Then I will lower myself onto your penis. You will not cum until I command it. When you do cum you will fall deeply in love with me and will wish to spend the rest of your life serving me and showering me in gifts from your newfound wealth. Are you ready to become my slave forever?”
I was mid-sentence saying, “Yes mistress, I am ready” when her pussy lowered down onto my face.
I licked, kissed and worshipper her pussy as she squatted over me. The position of being flat on my back with her controlling the tempo of her pleasure made me feel even more submissive. I wanted so badly to please her and give her pleasure. She finally came and screamed, “I own you now, I own you now. And now to make you my love slave for the rest of your life. When you cum you will awaken knowing that you belong to me and are madly in love with me.”
Stella did not make me wait long before she reached down, took my face into her hands and said, “Look at me when you cum. Now cum and become mine.”
I was looking directly into her eyes and as I exploded her face changed right before my eyes. She went from Stella the housekeeper to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. Once my body stopped shaking I looked up at her and said, “I love you Stella. I love you more than life itself. Please marry me and share my wealth. Please marry me and let me serve you every day of my life.”
Stella said, “You mean every day of our lives don’t you slave? After all, you do not own anything any longer. It will all belong to us and what we do with it and when we do it will be up to me won’t it?”
I looked back at her and said, “Oh yes of course mistress. I did not say that because I thought you already knew that everything I have is yours now.”
Stella smiled at me and said, “Very good lover. I am glad you see things my way. Now why don’t you get on your knees, kiss my ass again and give me a nice second orgasm.”
I fell to my knees and as I began kissing her ass again I happily replied, “Yes Mistress Stella.”