My son came home from school, handed me a note from the school’s head mistress and said, “Please don’t be mad. All the boys were doing it.”
I said, “Well let me read the note first.”
As a single dad I had to be careful not to react with anger because there was no woman in the house to calm me down. My neat freak, structured tendencies had driven my wife away years ago and after she remarried we hardly ever heard from her. I opened the note and it read, “Your son was involved in an incident where several boys on the monkey bars spat on young ladies playing on the playground. Please schedule an appointment to see me at your earliest convenience.”
Figuring I was one of many parents being summoned I quickly called to schedule my appointment so I could beat the other parents. I lead a very structured life and could not have a meeting interfere with my early morning bike rides, my afternoon gym workout or my evening tennis match. I took the same vitamins every day, at the same time and ate the same meals every day, at the same time. Owning my own company and being a single parent meant I needed absolute control over my life.
I called and the school’s front desk was able to schedule a very convenient time for me the very next morning. It was before I needed to be at work and after I would have been ready for work. I only had to sacrifice my morning news program.
I went in for my appointment and watched all the children parading by me in their school uniforms. I remembered back to my days in public school and wondered if my son appreciated the amount of money it took to keep him in this academy. Clearly he did not or he would not have been spitting at nice young ladies.
While I was lost in my daydream a woman came out wearing black pants, a black shirt, black leather boots with semi-high heels and a black leather coat. She had black hair, pale skin and dark large eyes. She carried a riding crop that looked extremely intimidating. I wondered how I had managed to tour the whole school, meet with the faculty and yet have no idea the head mistress was a terrifying woman. She walked up to me and said, “Jim Eastman?”
I shook my head yes and she said, “Pleased to meet you. I am Lucinda Jacobs, the head mistress of this fine academy. Follow me please.”
The black stretchy material clung tightly to her ass and as I followed her to her office I wondered how many young boys had dreamed about her. She stopped, I didn’t, and I walked right into her backside. She turned to me and in a very condescending voice said, “Single dads. I guess its better than when the married men stare at my ass.” She pointed to a chair in front of her large desk and said, “Have a seat Jim.”
I was not accustomed to people who I pay calling me Jim but she scared the crap out of me so much that I took my seat rather than correct her. I especially did not want to upset her if I had to beg to keep my son in the academy.
Without even asking she handed me a diet soda and got one for herself. She said, “Do you know why I summoned you today Jim?”
Her eyes locked onto mine but in a different way than other people make eye contact. She wanted me to squirm under her gaze and unfortunately I did. I stammered over my words and said, “Well Lucinda I thought all the parents were summoned for the same reason. For spitting, right?”
I took a sip of my soda and as I did she crossed her legs drawing my attention to her legs. I looked closely and thought she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She took her riding crop, placed it under my chin, pushed my head up and said, “Please Mr. Eastman, can you keep your eyes on me please. And you will refer to me as Ms. Jacobs or head mistress.”
I nervously laughed and said, “Head mistress, that term can have several connotations.”
She licked her lips, uncrossed her legs and as I got a whiff of pussy juice she said, “Yes, yes it can. So I would prefer if you call me head mistress Jim.”
When I smelled pussy my head shot down to her crotch again. She took the riding crop and once again pushed my chin up saying, “Your eyes please Jim.”
I looked into those dark scary eyes and they seemed to be larger than life. I looked into her eyes and felt small and insignificant like I was the elementary school kid seeing the head mistress. I replied, “Yes head mistress.”
I struggled with the way she made me feel so small in her presence. I wanted to remind her that I paid her salary. I wanted to say something that would let her know that I make more in a week than she probably does all year. But I didn’t. Instead I waited for her to speak fearful of upsetting her again.
She said, “That’s better. Now let me discuss the reason you were summoned because I can assure you Jim that none of the other parents were asked to come down here except you.”
I got a little defensive and in a slightly annoyed and authoritative voice I said, “Why was my son singled out?”
She stared at me and said nothing. We locked eyes for over a minute and as we did I felt tiny and wished I had never challenged her judgment. I did not physically shrink but mentally I recoiled from her presence. Then she said, “I would appreciate if you never use that tone with me again Jim. Is that clear?”
I said, “Yes mistress, I mean yes head mistress.”
She said, “Good boy. Now where was I? Oh yes, I was explaining why you were summoned. I had a chance to go back over your application to this school again, back through your son’s essay on his application form and then had a chance to speak to your son. Your son was not singled out Jim, I wanted to speak to you. We need to make some changes in your life that will benefit you and your son. How do you feel?”
I said, “About my son or about the school?”
She said, “No, I meant how do you feel? You should be feeling a little lethargic and your limbs should be feeling heavy by now. Do you feel that yet?”
My limbs did feel heavy, I did feel lethargic and I felt really tired. I felt like if someone came up to my Porsche and smashed it with a baseball bat I would just sit idly by and watch rather than attack them. I said, “Yes, how did you know that?”
Lucinda said, “I drugged the soda I gave you so you could relax and be open minded about my proposal. You see Jim your son needs a mother in his life and you need a woman in your life. His lack of discipline is holding him back and your inability to relax and that ridiculously structured life you lead is holding both you and him back.”
I said, “You drugged my soda! Have you lost your mind?”
She held up the riding crop and said, “Do I need to spank you? One more outburst and I’ll have you over my knee.”
I said, “I’m sorry head mistress.”
She said, “Please, just call me mistress for short.”
I said, “But mistress means something different.”
My head was spinning now and I felt very relaxed. I should have been furious for her drugging my soda because I did not even take aspirin. Instead I just smiled at her and kept getting lost in her eyes. She replied, “Yes I know Jim. But when I speak to you it just feels natural to call me mistress doesn’t it?”
I shook my head yes feeling a little too relaxed and comfortable to speak. Lucinda said, “Jim, do you think I’m beautiful?”
I felt so comfortable with her now and wanted so badly to have her approval. I knew I should not lie so I said, “Yes, beautiful and sexy but you scare the hell out of me.”
Lucinda said, “That’s wonderful Jim. That is just as things should be. I am going to put structure into your son’s life and at the same time I am going to teach you to relax and to let go. And I am going to start your lesson right here and right now.”
Lucinda put the riding crop under my chin and said, “Look into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes and relax. You will learn to relax very deeply today Jim. Look deeper into my eyes and feel the way they swallow you up making you feel so small and so vulnerable. You are small and vulnerable but your mistress is here to protect you and take care of you. Just relax for your mistress, relax for me and let yourself get lost in my eyes. Relax and let your mind go free for the first time in years. You have felt small and vulnerable since we first met because you could feel the power I have over you. Now it is time to surrender to that power. It is time to relax and let yourself go.”
Lucinda was up to something but I could not tell what it was. I wasn’t sure if what she was doing was really in my best interest. It felt right because for the first time since maybe as far back as college I felt truly relaxed and truly comfortable in the presence of a powerful and beautiful woman. My mind went blank and I stared into her eyes eager for her to take me wherever we were going.
She said, “So sweet, so vulnerable, so innocent and unaware of the power a dominant woman can have over you and now so ready to sleep for me. You have never been more relaxed in your entire adult life than you are right now and only I can take you here. Only I can take you deeper. Do you want to go deeper Jim? Before you answer I must warn you that if I take you deeper there is no turning back. But I should also warn you that your life will be so much happier if you do. So I will ask you again Jim, do you want to go deeper.”
I felt like my hands and my head were big balloons. Her lips moved but I could not hear what she was saying. Another part of me took over and said, “Yes mistress, I want to go deeper.”
Then she said, “Very good. I have been holding your head up with my leather crop. When I remove it from your chin your head will slowly drift down until your chin touches your chest. When your chin hits your chest you will be in a deep sleep. Your sleep will be so deep that your mind will be incapable of thought and you will need me to think for you.”
She pulled the crop from under my chin and said, “Sleep for me Jim. Sleep and relinquish control of your mind to your mistress.”
My head drifted down and when my chin hit my chest my mind went blank. I felt like I was in a deep dark black hole but felt safe and warm at the same time. I could hear Lucinda’s voice and I could hear myself responding. I have no idea how long I was like this but I had never felt more relaxed in my life. I don’t know what we were talking about but I felt happier and happier as we chatted.
The next thing I knew Lucinda was standing over me, she snapped her fingers and said, “Awake.” I didn’t stir so she snapped her fingers again and said, “Awake, damn I put you too far under. Awake Jim.”
I suddenly came to my full senses and said, “Wow, that was incredible. I have never been so relaxed in my life. What did you do to me?”
Lucinda said, “Jim my dear submissive man, I literally went inside your head and did some rewiring. And just to demonstrate let me just ask you what you are supposed to do when you smell my pussy?”
My body suddenly jumped out of the seat I was in, I fell to my knees and as my face made its way between her legs I replied, “I am to satisfy my mistress’ sexual appetite.”
She laughed as I helplessly licked and kissed her pussy. The more aroused she got, the more she responded to my attempts to please her the happier I felt. I was on my knees for a long time and she kept saying, “I want to make this last, keep going slave, I want to make this last.” Then she finally came.
I stood up and was smiling from ear to ear. She held out her arms and said, “Come give me a hug and tell me what you’re feeling.”
I ran into her arms longing for her control, for her loving female control. I had never felt this way before in my life. I said, “I am really confused. It seems that the harder I work to please you the happier I am. My life has been nothing but self-control and restraint and I was miserable.”
She stopped me and said, “And the people in your life were miserable too. And now?”
I said, “And now I do not care about controlling myself. I only care about.” I paused suddenly at a loss for words. I thought for a moment and said, “I only care about being under your control. Happiness is submission to you. If only I had met you earlier in my life.”
She gently pushed me away from her and held her riding crop under my chin. She said, “Eyes.” Somehow I knew that was my command to look into her eyes and to obey whatever she told me.
Then she said, “Remember Jimmy, you are still the structured and uptight asshole you used to be when you go to work. I need you to keep running that successful business of yours. After all, if I am going to leave the head mistress position at the school and become the head mistress of your household I will need a steady reliable high income. Then when you come home to me you can be my submissive little pussy cat that lives only to serve me.”
She said, “Released.” Somehow I knew that was my command to look away from her eyes.
I replied, “Yes mistress. Of course mistress; if I do not do everything humanly possible to make your life pleasurable I just won’t be happy.”
My mistress smiled, opened her legs again and said, “Yes my submissive little pet and what would make your mistress happy right now is having her new man make love to her. We need to give our son a new baby brother or baby sister don’t we?”
I climbed up on top of my mistress and future wife and went to work on making a baby. As we made love she looked up at me and said, “And you know who will be changing diapers, cleaning the crib and taking the baby for walks don’t you?”
I looked down at the love of my life, my queen and my chief, my superior in every way possible and replied, “I will of course. I would do anything to make your life better.”
She pulled my head down to her, kissed me and said, “I know you will. I made sure of it. Now cum inside me and let’s get started on our new family.”
I replied, “Yes head mistress, I mean yes mistress.”