On my way home from work I stopped at the mall to pick up a few sweaters as I could feel that autumn was on its way and I had been seen way too often in last year’s sweaters. I would not stop wearing the ones I already had but definitely needed a few new items for my wardrobe.
When I walked into the entrance to the mall a heavier woman wearing a top she had no business wearing sat up at attention and started smiling at me. The top had two little straps like the type on a gymnastics outfit and exposed for everyone to see were her fat arms, fat shoulders, and oversized fat breasts. The breasts were probably her only redeeming feature in that outfit although she did have a very pretty face and a pleasant smile.
Her hair was way too short but I had noticed lately that overweight women were starting to wear their hair shorter but I had no idea why. As I approached her bench she sat up and said, “Hi, are you Richard?”
I smiled and said, “No, I’m Paul.”
I saw the disappointment in her face and said, “Blind date huh?”
She shook her head and said, “Yes, and you were wearing a similar outfit to what Richard said he would be wearing.”
As I walked away I said, “I’m sure he is just running a little late.”
The woman said, “Oh I hope you’re right. I bought this top just for tonight. Thought I would show off the only assets a woman my size has to offer.”
The comment brought my attention back to her breasts for a second time and I realized that a good set of breasts can really make a man forget everything else about a woman. Or maybe it was just me that felt that way. I said, “Well good luck then. If he doesn’t show it will be his loss.”
I found all sorts of sweaters I really liked and completely forgot about the woman eagerly waiting for her blind date to show up. As I walked past the restaurant attached to the mall and started for the door I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was no longer sitting forward eagerly awaiting her date but was holding back tears. My heart went out to her and I wondered what type of asshole could do that to someone. At least call her and keep her from sitting there like a fool.
I stopped at the door and remembered all the times I had been hurt in my life and had always wished someone would come and make it better. I turned back around and walked over to where she was seated and said, “I guess your blind date was a no show?”
The tears she was holding back were no longer held back and as they welled up in her eyes she said, “I wish. A guy matching his description came into the mall, looked around, looked right at me and then turned around and left. I guess my blind date wasn’t so blind.”
I knew what I had to do. It was only one dinner. It was only a few hours out of my life. I was going to play cards with the guys, drink some beers, pretend like I enjoyed those ridiculous imported cigars everyone smoked and then go home and sleep it off. I looked down at the weeping woman and said, “I would love it if you joined me for dinner. With your permission I would like to take the place of your blind date.”
She said, “You really don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl and can deal with rejection.”
Her words said no but the tears stopped flowing and she sat back up into that same eager position she had been in earlier. Hoping no one I knew would see me I said, “No, it would be my pleasure to be your date tonight.”
As we were walking back to the table I said, “You already know my name but I do not know yours.”
She said, “Let’s be mysterious and we’ll see if you can guess my name as dinner progresses.”
We were seated at a table and then she said, “Oh, I almost forgot my lucky necklace.”
I said, “Your lucky necklace?”
She smiled and said, “Yes, I had heard my blind date was cute and I wanted to make a good impression. Every time I wear this necklace I have good luck.”
She put the necklace around her neck and the diamond came to rest in her cleavage right between her two oversized breasts. For just a moment I wondered what it would be like to have sex with a fat woman then pushed the idea from my head. Then I said, “So what is good luck on a date?”
Her fingers returned to the necklace and she said, “Good luck would be an even cuter guy than the one who stood me up coming to my rescue and offering to be my date. Good luck would be that same guy realizing that a large woman like me might actually be a lot of fun and maybe even more fun than the skinny women he is accustomed to dating. Really good luck would be if he was a listener and liked to let me talk. Are you a good listener Paul?”
My eyes lost focus and I was momentarily floating on her voice when I realized she was asking me a question. I said, “Yes, I’ve been told I’m a great listener.”
She said, “Then today is my lucky day. I think you are that guy who is open to new ideas. I think you are that guy who is open to suggestions. I know you are the guy who could appreciate a large woman. I know you are open to hearing my ideas aren’t you Paul?”
I was confused to say the least. I was supposed to be the hero. I was supposed to be the knight in shining armor who had rescued her from a ruined Friday night but now she seemed to be dictating the tempo of the date as well as the direction of the conversation. I just felt so comfortable with her that I said, “Yes, I am open to your ideas.”
The necklace danced and spun before my eyes all the while causing me to wonder what it would be like to make love to a big woman and more specifically, to this big woman. I let out a deep breath and felt my body sink into the cushioned seat.
She said, “Just keep relaxing for me then and I will give you a few suggestions I have. Just relax and listen closely to my words. Keep your eyes on my lucky medallion and listen to my suggestions.”
Call me stupid but I still had no idea what was happening. I had never felt more relaxed and I couldn’t wait to here what her suggestions were.
Then she said, “Let me suggest that our meeting was not mere chance. You are a nice, intelligent, attractive man who just happens to be very suggestible. But suggestibility is good because it helps you to focus on my words and focusing on my words makes you feel even more relaxed. As you watch my lucky necklace spinning round and round making your eyes heavier and heavier you wish to ask me a question but you realize it is too difficult to speak. You are so sleepy, so relaxed, so open to my powerful suggestions that I will simply answer your question before you sleep.”
I wanted to ask her why I was supposed to sleep in a restaurant but I couldn’t seem to speak. I had no other questions for her so I wondered what question she felt the need to answer that I had never asked.
She said, “You want to know why my necklace is lucky. It is because in a moment I will count to three and while your eyes will remain open your mind will fall into a deep hypnotic sleep. Now what could be luckier than having a nice, intelligent, attractive man hypnotized and completely under my control? I believe there is nothing luckier than that. Keep your head up and continue looking at my necklace as you fall under my complete control. One, two, three. Sleep for me Paul.”
My eyes were wide open and unfortunately so was my mind. I had no intention of letting this overweight woman put me under her control but as soon as she said sleep I felt as if my conscious mind went to sleep but I was still very much aware of my surroundings and was not truly asleep.
The waitress came up to our table and said, “Hi, can I take your order?”
The necklace spun in front of my eyes and I felt helpless to respond. Then she said, “Yes, Paul will have the filet mignon and I will take the pasta and shrimp.”
She said, “I hope you don’t mind but from now on I will be making your decisions for you. Actually you will come to appreciate not having to think for yourself as it will make your life so much nicer. You can speak now so tell me who will be making your decisions for you and how you feel about it.” Oh yes, and you can call me mistress.”
For some reason I felt relieved, happy, and incredibly indebted to this woman for relieving me of my responsibility to think for myself. I replied, “Yes mistress, you will be making my decisions for me and I am so relieved that I no longer need to think for myself.”
My mistress said, “Excellent. Then it is time for you to awaken. Remember, I think for you. I want you to remember that I hypnotized you but you will be unable to tell anyone and you will have no desire to tell anyone. You only care about obeying me. Do you understand slave?”
I replied, “Yes mistress.”
She said, “I am going to count to three and touch your hand and when I do you will be fully awake. When we are in public you will call me Jill but in private I am your mistress and you are my slave.”
Jill counted to three and I was suddenly awake and alert. Realizing what had just happened I said, “How dare you. I was just trying to be nice.”
She laughed and said, “Eat your food my dear and think about how you will please me when you take me home tonight.”
I felt violated but when she told me what to do I suddenly felt so much better. It was at that moment I realized how bad my situation really was. As I came to grips with my new feelings I replied, “Yes mistress.”
As I ate my dinner I began to think about different ways I could please a woman and specifically how I would go about pleasing Jill. I sat in silence eating with my mind churning on what I would do to my mistress when I got her home. Finally she broke the silence and said, “You know I didn’t have a blind date tonight don’t you?”
I almost choked on my food and said, “What? But I saw you crying.”
Jill laughed and said, “I decided to come to the mall and throw out a line to see what fish bit and you were the fish. I concocted that whole blind date story and decided if someone was sweet enough to fill in for my imaginary blind date then I would make him mine; forever.”
I swallowed and said, “You mean I’m not just going to take you home and make love to you?”
She laughed again and said, “Well of course you are slave. And then you will do it again day after day for the rest of your life. Now pay the bill and take your mistress home.”
Again that wonderful feeling swept over me as she gave me commands and I replied, “Yes mistress.”
I found myself looking at her with a newfound desire. She looked back at me and said, “I see its working. And even though you know damn well that I put it into your head the feelings are all too real to resist.”
Confused I asked, “What is that mistress?”
She said, “Take a knee before me, in front of all these people and kiss both my feet.”
As I took a knee and began kissing her feet I felt more desire for her and could not wait for my next command. She looked down at me and said, “The more commands I give you the happier you are. Soon you will be my lovesick slave willing to do anything and everything I command.”
I put my credit card in my wallet, signed the receipt and took my mistress by the hand. We walked to my car and I said, “What about your car mistress?”
She said, “I took the bus slave. I had a feeling I would be going home with someone tonight.”
We drove to my home and as soon as we got into the house she pulled her clothes off and said, “First kiss my ass and tell me you will do anything for me. Then make love to me like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. Obey me.”
I fell to my knees, kissed her ass and said, “I belong to you mistress and will do anything for you.”
We made love that night several times and again in the morning. The more I obeyed the more I loved her. I am so glad I went back to check on my mistress. Life is just so much easier when you have a mistress to think for you.