My old boyfriend used to call gin his liquid courage and usually had a few drinks before he went off to do the rowdy things that boys do. I was more fascinated with the way it just got people to open up and tell me things that just were not meant for my ears.
It was strictly by chance that I happened upon a beautiful call girl in a fine restaurant inside one of the finest hotels in Atlanta who was on her second glass of gin when I sat down next to her. A handsome nicely dressed white man walked over to her and said, “Okay Betty, I’ll see you in my room in an hour.”
I looked over at her, smiled, and said, “Your boyfriend is cute Betty.”
She looked over at me with a look on her face that clearly said, “Are you really that stupid?”
I read her body language and facial expression and said, “Not your boyfriend?”
She laughed and said, “I guess I hide it pretty well but I’m in the oldest profession and he is one of my best paying clients.”
She held out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Tanesha.”
I said, “I thought your name was.”
I stopped, realizing Betty was a nice name that some white guy could live with, and said, “Oh right, Betty isn’t your real name. Hi Tanesha, I’m Angela. It is nice to meet you.”
Tanesha suddenly said, “Damn, I should not have told you that.” She pushed the glass away and said, “I talk too much when I drink.”
I said, “I don’t care what a woman does for a living.”
She said, “It isn’t me. That man you just saw is a top executive at a top biotech company.”
I said, “Wow. He must be very impressed with himself.”
She said, “No not at all. He is very polite and a great tipper.”
I said, “Really? So he isn’t from the south?”
Tanesha said, “No, he’s from San Jose.”
She slammed her hand down and said, “I really have told you too much. If you’d excuse me I need to go freshen up.”
I said, “Do you have a room in the hotel?”
The woman said, “No way, I can’t afford to stay here. And you?”
I said, “No. I just work here but I have a room you can use to freshen up.”
I led the call girl to my changing room and when I got her into the room I said, “Are you okay? You look tired. You look very tired.”
She said, “Really? I don’t feel tired.”
I said, “Honestly, you look very sleepy. Your eyes are only half open and you look like you could just sit down on that soft chair behind you and sleep.”
Tanesha yawned, sat down, and looking up at me she said, “I wasn’t really aware of how tired I was until you said something.”
I said, “Why don’t you look into my eyes and we can discuss how sleepy you are.”
A half hour later I had Tanesha in a deep trance. I said, “You will go to your client’s room and knock. Leave the door unlocked and then invite your client to lie down on the bed face down. You will pour the oil that I give to you on his neck and back and will begin to massage him. You will wear the rubber gloves I give you to massage him. I will come into the room and will replace your hands with my hands. You will then leave the room, go home and fall into a deep sleep. When you wake up in the morning you will believe your client did not answer the door and you came home empty handed.”
I then handed her my special oil with DMSO and a special blend of naturally occurring sedatives and a pair of rubber gloves. I woke her up and followed her up to her client’s room. I heard them joking around and him trying to get frisky when she said, “Hey baby, I got a surprise. I’ve been taking some massage classes. How bout we start with a massage before I give you the Betty special.”
He said, “No thanks Betty. I have a big meeting tomorrow so I just want to get to the lovin.”
Betty surprised me with her resourcefulness when she said, “Come on baby, I promise you won’t regret it. Besides, you get a free massage for the price of a good time.”
He said, “Okay then. Where do you want me?”
I waited about fifteen minutes and let myself into the room. Tanesha was rubbing his back and he looked like he was asleep. I put my hand on top of her hand and she quickly pulled her hand out from under mine. She moved her body out of the way and then we did the same with the other hand. Still wearing her gloves she immediately stood up and left the room as I thought to myself that I should have instructed her to remove the gloves. I almost laughed as I envisioned her waking up in the morning and trying to figure out how she got the gloves.
I smacked the guy on the ass and he suddenly opened his eyes. Then using her term for him I said, “Don’t sleep on me baby until I tell you to. Relax and enjoy my magic touch but don’t sleep.”
I massaged him for a few more minutes and again he started to fall asleep. I gave him a smack on the ass and he said, “I feel so sleepy. This is the best massage I’ve ever had. I can’t even hold my eyes open.”
I said, “Speaking of your eyes why don’t I help you flip over so you can look into my eyes.”
He was so weak now that he could not roll over by himself so I got my hands under him and rolled him over. I stood over him and said, “Now be a good boy and look into my eyes.”
I got him onto his back and he smiled a look of pure happiness at his dreamy weakened state. He opened his eyes and when he did he tried to sit up and said, “Hey, you’re not Betty. Who are you?”
He was so weak now that I just put one finger on his forehead and pushed him back down onto the bed. I said, “I am your mistress. I am your Nubian queen. When I am done here tonight I will own your mind and your body. Now do as you were told and look into my spell binding hypnotic eyes.”
I could see his mind trying to comprehend what was happening to him. He thought his little prostitute Betty was giving him a massage and in a drug and massage induced state of incoherency he flipped over to find me standing over him barking out orders. This confusion caused him to obey me and even as he formulated his next question he looked into my eyes. Then he said, “What happened to Betty?”
I said, “My eyes are so irresistible and they make people sleep and obey me. She had the pleasure of gazing deeply into my eyes and falling under my spell. She started your massage but I commanded her to leave so I could take over. And now it is your turn to relax and gaze deeply into my eyes. As you look into my eyes you will notice that you are falling into them. Your ability to think is slipping from your mind and falling into my eyes. You are so sleepy and so helpless. Look at how easily I put you back onto the bed. So helpless and so sleepy. Tell me you are helpless.”
He looked at me with a new look of submissiveness as the fear seemed to leave his countenance. Then he said, “I am helpless.”
I said, “Yes, you are so helpless and so submissive now. My eyes, my voice, my massage and of course the drugs I gave you all serve to make you so open to my hypnotic powers. All you can do now is stare into my beautiful mesmerizing eyes and feel your eyes grow heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier. You are so sleepy now, so helplessly drowsy. You want to sleep now don’t you?”
His eyes were half open and when he spoke he said his words in slow motion. All he seemed to have the energy for now was one word answers so he replied, “Yes.”
I said, “Okay, but this is the last time I just let you have what you want. But since you want to sleep then I will put you to sleep. I am going to count backwards from 10 to 1 and when I reach one your eyes will close and you will fall into a deep hypnotic sleep and will find yourself completely under my control.”
I had a feeling he would be asleep quickly and I could have just used 5 to 1 but I knew it would deepen his trance if I just kept counting after he was asleep. I was right too. His eyes closed at 6 but I kept going to 1 and then said, “You are deeply hypnotized and must obey me. Tell me what you are and what you must do.”
Without any hesitation at all he responded, “I am deeply hypnotized and must obey you.”
I said, “Yes you are my submissive little rich man, yes you are. Tell me your name, where you live and why you are in Atlanta my new little love slave.”
He said, “My name is Brian and I live in San Francisco. I am here because own a business here.”
I said, “Why do you live in San Francisco if you own a business here?”
He said, “My first store was is in San Francisco. I now have stores every where and I try to visit them on a regular basis.”
I said, “Very good slave. We are going to play a little game now that will lead to your ultimate submission to me and a lot of pleasure for me too. Do you like to give oral sex to women?”
He said, “No, but I like to receive it.”
I said, “You will only get that on special occasions. From this day forward you love to give me oral and when I count to three you will open your eyes. You will get off the bed, go to your knees and lick my pussy. As the pussy juice flows over your face you will imagine that your mind is a large chalkboard. It contains all your wants, desires, dreams and aspirations. As my pussy juice flows it will wash over the chalkboard and when I orgasm you will find the chalkboard is empty. You will then ask me to fill the chalkboard. Is that clear slave?”
I counted to three and my little slave fell to his knees and licked my pussy. I made it last and made him work for it but alas, I was having too much fun and finally had my thrill. I rolled away from him and as I looked at his face it almost appeared like I had killed him or at least killed his brain. Then right on cue he said, “Please fill my chalkboard.”
I said, “Put this on your chalkboard. You are my slave and I am your mistress. In public you shall call me Angela and I will call you Brian but in private you are slave and I am mistress. Your purpose in life is to keep your company profitable and pay your bills so you can spend all discretionary money on me. We will move into together in your place and when I give the command you will begin moving all your assets, bank accounts and businesses into my name. When I am done with you slave you will be completely dependent upon me for everything and you will love me for it. Your chalkboard is now full.”
As if his mind was a computer and I had just clicked save he blinked and then stared straight at me. I said, “Close your eyes and sleep for me slave. I will then awaken you from your trance so we can make arrangements for my flight to SF.”
I woke my new slave up and made him lick my pussy again. I lasted even longer this time and when I was done I watched him massaging his jaw muscles. All I could do was laugh. As it turns out he uses a travel agency so I could not make flight reservations until the morning. I did enjoy a wonderful room service breakfast while Brian went off to some meetings. When he returned he said, “I spoke to the travel agency mistress. I have you in first class and I put myself in coach.”
I said, “Good try slave but I want my man with me so he can cater to me. Call the travel agency back and get a second first class seat so you can take care of me.”
He said yes mistress and called the travel agency. The next day we both flew to San Fran together. His house was beautiful and he excitedly showed me around when we got there.
His lawyer turned out to be a real pain in the ass when Brian started signing over his assets to me. He even snuck in some language that basically negated Brian’s actions. I finally hypnotized the old bastard to get him to cooperate and from then on it was smooth sailing.
I could kick Brian out anytime I wanted to since I own everything but he is such a good slave. I forgot I told him he would fall in love with me but I obviously did because he tells me all the time. And for some strange reason he just loves to get on his knees and lick my pussy. There is something very satisfying about taking some rich white guy’s money and making him my pussy licking slave.