The last words I said to my friends were, “I’ll see you wimps at the chalet.”
We had taken the gondola up to the very top of the mountain and then had taken a small trail down to what I consider to be one of the easier black diamonds off the top. It is not easy by any stretch of the imagination and is probably more difficult than most of the blacks on the mountain but off the top it was one of the easier ones.
My friends skied up to the edge, looked over and one by one they began snapping out of their bindings and starting the walk of shame. The walk of shame is a 50 yard stretch of uphill that gets skiers to a much easier blue run when they chicken out of the black diamonds on the front side. To be truthful it is a walk I should have taken a few years ago when I first got off the gondola instead of the spectacular fall I took.
I jumped off and was sailing effortlessly down the mountain when I saw a ski in the snow. I just missed skiing over it and then went by a pole. I slid to a stop so I could look around a little and saw a woman just a short ways down the hill with one ski on her foot, no poles, sitting in the snow and crying. I shot down the hill to where she was sitting and said, “Are you okay?”
She looked up at me and said, “You can just ski by like everyone else. I’m waiting for ski patrol.”
I said, “Has anyone called them for you?”
She shook her head no so I said, “Are you injured?”
She said, “Just my ego but there is no way I can get to my ski and pole so I’m just going to sit here until ski patrol gets here.”
I said, “Don’t be silly, I’ll get your ski and pole.”
I edged my skis and began the painful walk up steep mountainside snow to retrieve this stranger’s ski and pole. It took me almost 10 minutes to reach it but only 30 seconds to ski back down to her with her stuff in my arms. I said, “Now let’s get the ski back on your foot and I’ll help you get down to where the blue run intersects with our black run.”
I pulled out a tool I carry with me, got on my knees and scraped the snow off the bottom of her boot so she could snap into the bindings. I skied down behind her just in case she fell again but she made it all the way to the blue run. I stopped next to her and said, “Okay this is the blue run. Go to your right and it will meet up with a green run that will take you to the lodge.”
The woman said, “I feel so silly crying like that. I’m a psychiatrist and should have better control of my emotions.”
I said, “Ninety percent of the people who take this run have fallen and the other ten percent are liars.”
She laughed and said, “Did you fall?”
I said, “I fell so hard that my friends still talk about it and that was three years ago.”
She paused and said, “Let me buy you lunch for being so kind.”
I said, “I would love to but my friends are on their way to meet me at the chalet.”
She said, “Really? Were you on the way to meet them when you stopped to help me? If you were then you probably missed them by an hour.”
I glanced at my watch and realized she was right. I hadn’t made alternate arrangements and our cell phones did not work on this side of the mountain. I realized I wouldn’t see them again until we all met at the buses at night. I said, “In that case lunch would be great.”
As we got to more level ground I realized the woman I had helped was not built like a ballerina. On the contrary, she was taller and wider than I was. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed earlier but the steep angles and damsel in distress situation had clouded my better judgment. I now had lunch plans with an Amazon woman. That was probably why others had not stopped but I was stuck now so I decided to make the best of it. Besides, I was getting a free lunch out of it.
We skied up to the café on the backside of the mountain and it was practically empty. There was nothing but black and double black diamonds leading to the café so it was usually empty or at least emptier. We took a seat by the fire and both ordered hot chocolate. Then I said, “By the way, my name is Kyle.”
The woman said, “Hi Kyle. My name is Pamela.”
I finally asked, “So how did you pick psychiatry?”
She said, “I grew up much larger than other women and really struggled with it. I was depressed all the time and when I got older I just gravitated towards anything that had to do with the mind in an attempt to sort out my own feelings. Once I helped myself I wanted to help others. What do you do?”
I said, “I work in a large finance group for a local entertainment company. The work sucks but the pay is great.”
We talked about work, skiing, and a whole assortment of topics and before long I realized we had been chatting for over an hour. I finally said, “I’ve had a wonderful lunch Pamela but its time to get back up on the slopes.”
She patted the seat next to her and said, “Come sit next to me for a minute. I have something I want to show you. I wasn’t sure I wanted to show this to you but we have so much in common that I think you’ll be able to appreciate the simple beauty in this. Besides, you can warm up a little bit closer to the fire before we go ski together.”
As I sat down next to her I realized what she had just said. She thought we were going to spend the rest of the day skiing together. I was actually a little excited that my friends and I had become separated so I could push myself a little on the more advanced terrain and really did not want to ski with a novice. I decided I would come look at whatever it was she wanted to show me and then inform her I wanted to ski alone.
She pointed out the window and said, “See the way the water drips from the icicles hanging outside the window. Isn’t that magnificent?”
I said yes so she said, “I find it so incredibly relaxing to watch the water form up and as it gains more weight it finally breaks free and falls to the window sill. Watch it forming, forming, still forming and poof, it falls. It is also so relaxing to see the way the sunlight shines through the drops of water as they methodically fall to the sill. It is so relaxing and so compelling. Just watch the melting snow and feel the warmth of the fire.”
I had never felt so relaxed before from watching ice and snow melt. There was something about the way she worded it and her voice that made it so much more powerful. I leaned back and sighed as my eyes focused in on the water. Pamela leaned over and put her mouth closer to my ear. She lowered her voice an octave and said, “The falling water is so relaxing Kyle and so irresistible. My voice is so relaxing and equally irresistible. Listen to my voice, enjoy the dripping snow and relax even more for me. Feel how sleepy you are growing as my voice and the falling snow pulls you down, deeper and deeper. You are so drowsy, so very sleepy and feel helpless to resist my voice. Just close your eyes and sleep for me. Sleep for Pamela and listen to her voice.”
As my eyes closed and I felt her put her arms around me I knew something was wrong. Part of me was fully aware that a woman that probably had trouble finding dates, who was a trained psychiatrist, had just tricked me into watching dripping snow and had put me to sleep with her words. But another part of me had enjoyed every minute of the way she weaved a blanket of sleep around my mind and how she had snuggled into me as soon as my eyes had closed. Odds were high that I was at her mercy but I wasn’t sure yet what that really meant.
Pamela said, “I see your mind working away putting together the pieces of the puzzle and I am sure you are figuring out that you have allowed me to hypnotize you. Don’t be alarmed because a hypnotized person cannot be forced to do something they would not normally do. So just relax and answer my questions so we can determine what you would normally do. First question, would you submit to and obey a beautiful woman?”
I said yes so Pamela said, “Would you submit to and obey an unattractive woman?”
I said no so Pamela said, “Would you allow a beautiful woman to dominate you and force you into sexual submission?”
I said yes so she said, “If you could spend the rest of your ski vacation skiing with a beautiful woman during the day and being her sex slave at night would you jump at the opportunity?”
Again I said yes. These didn’t seem like very difficult questions and I doubted I would have answered them any different if she hadn’t hypnotized me first. Then Pamela said, “That was easy wasn’t it?”
I said yes and she said, “So now we are just going to deepen your trance and discuss what you think is beautiful. You and I are going to play a little game that will not only demonstrate to you just how deeply under my power you really are but will also put you even deeper under my control. When I count to ten you will attempt to open your eyes but will be unable to. The harder you try to open them the deeper you will fall into your hypnotic trance. When I tap your forehead you will stop fighting and will fall into my arms deeply asleep and with your mind completely open to my suggestion.”
Pamela counted to ten and I immediately began the impossible struggle of trying to open my eyes. By time she touched my forehead I knew my mind was hers. Then she said, “Pamela is the most beautiful woman you have ever met. You love a tall full sized woman with big breasts and Pamela is everything you love in a woman. In a moment I am going to awaken you and invite you back to my cabin. You will accept my invitation with no memory of having been hypnotized. I will excuse myself and come back into the room wearing my leathers and when you see me you will know that I am the dominant woman you need to submit to. I am the woman you spoke about when you answered my questions. At that time you will also remember that you were hypnotized in the café and are helpless to resist me, even when you are awake.”
Pamela woke me up and when I first woke up I felt terribly embarrassed for having fallen asleep in her arms. I was confused and said, “What happened?”
She said, “We were watching the snow melting and talking about skiing when I suddenly felt your head on my breasts. I thought you were being some kind of pervert until I realized you had fallen asleep.”
Pamela paused for a moment as if she was thinking of something and then said, “Let’s skip the rest of the day on the slopes and head back to my cabin.”
My first gut reaction was to say no way. Not only had I been looking forward to more hours on the slope but I had no intention of following some big woman back to her cabin. But then something happened. I looked at her and realized I had misjudged her. She was beautiful. She was big but she was beautiful. I looked down at the breasts I had been resting my head on and realized they were huge and immaculate. I found them hard to look away from and was still staring at her breasts when I said, “I would love to.”
She had a beautiful cabin that opened up onto the main run and we only had to take a small ski lift to the top a run and we were able to ski right into her cabin. She pointed to a room and said, “You can put your ski gear in there. I’ll be right out.”
I put my skis, boots and helmets in the room. I took off my ski clothes and was just realizing I was wearing nothing but my long underwear when Pamela walked into the room. I didn’t even notice her until a whip snapped just inches from my face. I turned around and found my face at breast level. She was wearing a leather outfit that pushed her massive breasts up. It was crotchless and had fish netting that disappeared into high-heeled leather boots.
I stood mesmerized by her sexuality, her beauty, and her power. Then she said, “On your knees slave.”
As I fell to my knees the full memory of my experience in the café flooded into my mind. I had been hypnotized to be her slave and I knew there was no turning back now. As both knees hit the hard wood floor I said, “Yes master.”
She slapped me and said, “I am not your master, I am your mistress. Now worship my pussy slave.”
I crawled on my knees and as I did she laughed at me. I looked up with what I think turned out to be a confused look on my face. She looked down at me and said, “You have a question slave?”
I said, “Yes Mistress.”
She said, “I think I know what it is but ask it anyways.”
I said, “I don’t understand why I can’t stop obeying you. I remember everything you did in the café.”
Pamela took my head and pushed it between her legs and said, “You lick while I explain.”
As I began licking her pussy she said, “Just knowing I hypnotized you does not release the hold I have on your mind. I actually think it increases the power I have over you. Think of it this way. When someone comes to me to quit smoking or to overcome depression they knowingly let me hypnotize them. That does not lessen the power of my suggestions and so the knowledge you have that I hypnotized you does not lessen my power of you. In other words, you will be my slave and knowing that I entered your mind will only deepen your submission to me.”
She pulled my face away and said, “Want to see something else really neat?”
I said, “Yes Mistress.”
She took my hand and led me to the window. She said, “See that melting snow over there?”
I shook my head yes and she said, “All I have to do is use my hypnotic voice and tell you that your eyes are closing and you will go right back into the trance I put you into earlier. Now sleep for me so we can alter a few more thoughts.”
I was amazed at how quickly my eyes closed and I found myself asleep in a standing position. Pamela said, “You will obey and submit to me. From this moment forward every time and anytime you obey an order you will find that you enjoy being submissive and will love me for making me you my slave. Now awaken and continue your submission.”
She snapped her fingers and I immediately fell to my knees again. She said, “Kiss my feet and then kiss my ass.”
I did as I was told and as I did I could feel myself falling for her and falling for her hard. I knew it was hypnosis but it did not seem to matter. As she turned her big ass towards me to be kissed and as I kissed it I knew there would never be another woman for me again. I had found my queen and knew I would spend the rest of my life serving her.
She finally pulled my face away and said, “Tell me how you feel.”
I said, “I love you Mistress and want to spend my life serving you.”
She said, “Good. I had a feeling you might say that. Now let me show you the benefits of having a big girl for a mistress.”
Pamela climbed on top of me and forcibly held me down on the ground. It wasn’t rape because I wanted her more than she wanted me but I was helpless under her and the helplessness only fueled my desire. When she came I came at the same time and then she collapsed into my arms.
As we drifted off to sleep I said, “May I ask another question Mistress?”
She said, “Of course you can slave.”
I said, “Did you plan to take a slave today or did you really fall?”
Pamela said, “I really fell and really was waiting for ski patrol. When you stopped for me and you were so sweet I decided to make you mine.”
I squeezed her tightly and said, “Thank you for choosing me.”
She said, “I had a feeling you would thank me for your new position in life. Now let’s get some sleep so you can teach me to be a better skier tomorrow.”
I replied, “Yes Mistress.”