I heard several of my employees laughing so I quietly walked up behind them to see what they were up to. They were all crowded around a computer screen with a woman’s employee photo up on the screen. Our human resources department had recently added ID photos to our company database and my employees had stumbled onto a photo they thought was funny. I walked up behind them and said, “What’s so funny?”
They nervously pointed at the woman’s photo and said, “She looks like death warmed over.”
I looked at her photo and was amazed at how simply unattractive a woman could make herself look. She was extremely thin with a large adam’s apple. Her hair was very thin and had a yellowish tint to the blond. I think her skin had no color but when I looked closer it also had a slightly yellow tint. Her eyes were blue but also had a very yellow look to them.
I said, “No, that isn’t death warmed over. They started the formaldehyde when she was sleeping and she woke up yelling that she isn’t dead yet.”
Everyone laughed and then I said, “No wait, she looks like Skeletor’s wife.”
Everyone laughed again and then I said, “She doesn’t just smoke cigarettes. She must live in a tobacco factory.”
An extremely angry voice snapped out from behind me and said, “I have a sun allergy asshole.”
I whipped around and came face to face with the woman whose picture we were making fun of. I stood speechless for a moment and she said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t call a vice president asshole but I would expect more appropriate behavior from an officer of the company.”
She stormed off in anger and I said to my employees, “Damn, Lex Luthor’s wife looks pissed off.”
They all laughed and then I immediately went to my office and called an old friend of mine in human resources and told him what happened. He said, “You need to go apologize to her. Don’t do it over the phone. Do it face to face and do it as soon as possible.”
I looked her name back up on our database and called her number. Someone else answered and said, “Sheilah Barrios’ office, Cathy speaking, can I help you?”
I said, “Hi Cathy, this is Dave Singer in grievance and appeals, is Sheilah in?”
She said, “She is on another line can I have her call you back?”
I said, “Yes that would be great. Can you tell me real quick what Sheilah’s title is?”
Cathy said, “Yes sir, Sheilah is the new assistant vice president in customer service.”
I hung up the phone and all I could say was, “Shit!” All grievance and appeals came from the customer service department and I met almost weekly with the old AVP of customer service. Sheilah was obviously so new that she had not had her title and function added to the database yet.
Just as I came to this realization the phone rang and Sheilah’s name read out on my display. I answered and said, “Hello Sheilah, thanks for calling me back.”
There was dead silence on the other end of the phone so I said, “I would like to come by in person and personally apologize for my comments. Would that be okay and if it would, when can I come by?”
Sheilah said, “That would be very big of you and now would be a good time. I want to put this behind us because I just learned from my new secretary that we will be working together quite a bit.”
I went over to her office and knocked and she summoned me in. I sat down across from her and said, “I am really sorry I made those comments. Please accept my deepest apology.”
She reached out for her phone, hit speaker and Cathy’s voice came on. Sheilah said, “Cathy, hold all my calls and please do not allow anyone to disturb us.”
She leaned forward and placed her knuckles together while she placed her elbows on her desk. She then rested her chin on her interlocked hands and said, “I will accept your apology if you will accept my invitation.”
I said, “Sure, what is the invitation?”
Sheilah said, “No, no, no. It doesn’t work that way. First you accept my invitation and then I accept your apology.”
I sighed and said, “Okay, I accept your invitation.”
I was hoping I had not just agreed to go on a date or be a guest at some function where I would be seen with her. She said, “Very well then, I accept your apology.”
Sheilah smiled and said, “I have waited for an opportunity like this for a long time Dave. I invite you to rest your chin on your hands just like I have done and then to simply look at me.”
I almost laughed and said, “That’s it? That’s all I have to do?”
She said, “That is all you have to do.”
I thought her request was almost laughable so I obliged. We sat there for almost thirty seconds and then she said, “Now I want you to look into my eyes.”
I was uncomfortable staring at each other face to face just inches from each other and it became even more uncomfortable just staring into her eyes. I wanted to divert my eyes or scream at the silence but I knew that I needed to earn her acceptance of my apology so I endured. She smiled and said, “You are beginning to feel very relaxed and very drowsy. I can see your eyes are straining now as your gaze is swallowed up by my gaze. Your eyelids are growing so very heavy and you notice that the only thing clearly in your vision now are my eyes and the only sound you hear is my voice. Just relax and look deep into my eyes. Do not look at my eyes, look into them. Look deep into my eyes. Look deeper and deeper into my eyes and feel how sleepy you are becoming.”
Her face blurred in my vision as her yellow eyes became the only thing in focus. The sounds of people and phones ringing outside her office seemed to fade away as her voice became the only sound I heard. I felt my eyes suddenly grow heavy like I was back in high school listening to the droning of a boring teacher on a warm afternoon right after lunch. I felt like I was falling into her eyes. It felt that they had somehow opened up and I was literally falling into them. Then I realized what was happening and groggily said, “What are you doing Sheilah?”
Sheilah said, “I am just helping a coworker to relax. You have never been more relaxed in your entire life than you are right now so surely you do not want me to stop. Am I right?”
I said, “Yes, but it feels like you’re trying to hypno.”
She did not let me finish my sentence and said, “Then just relax and continue looking deeply into my eyes. I am sure you have noticed by now that your eyes are fastened to mine and you could not look away if you wanted to. To make my point I want you to try and pry your eyes from my gaze. You will not only find you cannot look away but the harder you try to look away the more relaxed and drowsy you will become and the deeper you will fall into my eyes. Try and look away Dave.”
I thought it would be easy but I found I could not look away and as I started to struggle to turn my head or move my eyes I felt myself sinking into a deep state of relaxation. What I found even more alarming was that I did not want to look away.
Sheilah smiled and said, “You were right Dave. I am not only trying to hypnotize you but I am succeeding and quite well I might add. I know your eyes are glued to my eyes, I know you are enjoying the wonderful floating feeling you are experiencing but I’m afraid it is time to sleep for me. Yes Dave, it is time to sleep for me and go into a deep hypnotic trance. Are you ready to sleep and obey me?”
I said, “Please Sheilah, I said I was sorry.”
She said, “And I accept your apology. But you accepted my invitation to become my slave and my lover so you must sleep now. I am going to count down from five to one and when I reach one you will close your eyes and go into a wonderful state of hypnosis where I will assume control of your thoughts. Let me ask you again Dave. Are you ready to sleep and obey?”
I resigned myself to my fate and said, “Yes Sheilah, I am ready.”
Sheilah said, “Excellent. Five, your eyes grow heavier and heavier. Four, you are so sleepy now that you cannot wait to finally surrender to the urge to sleep. Three, your eyes can barely stay open. Two, becoming sleepier and sleepier and more obedient to my voice. One, just close your eyes and sleep going into a deep hypnotic trance.”
I was in trouble and I knew it. I felt totally detached from myself in a way that is impossible to describe. Sheilah said, “I have been waiting a long time for the right guy and the right opportunity to do this. When you called and asked to apologize in person I knew I had you on the defensive and would ignore early warning signs of what I was really up to. Two other times men woke up when I was almost finished hypnotizing them but I knew today would be different. And that makes you very happy that you were the one who finally succumbed to my hypnotic commands. So tell me Dave, how do you feel about succumbing to my hypnotic commands?”
As soon as she asked the question I felt a change in my countenance. At first I felt violated, angry, and helpless but I suddenly felt happy. I replied, “I feel happy.”
She laughed and said, “I am your mistress now. When we are alone you will address me accordingly. Now tell me again how you feel.”
I replied, “Mistress, I feel happy.”
Sheilah said, “I had always thought I would hypnotize some unsuspecting guy and make him think I am beautiful. Because you felt the need to insult me I am going to change my plans a little bit. When you awaken you will find yourself falling in love with me. You will love the way I laugh, the way I talk, the way I walk, the way I eat my food in other words, you will love everything about me. But to torment you I want you to remember that you do not find me attractive and I want you to remember that I hypnotized you to fall in love with me. Do you understand everything so far Dave?”
I wanted to wake up, I wanted to somehow pull my chin from my clasped hands and make my head fall to the table to somehow break the hold she had on me but I could do nothing except reply, “Yes mistress.”
Sheilah laughed at me again and said, “How delightful. I could see the struggle and strain in your face and you know you are going to lose this battle. I am sure you will enjoy your next command too. You will be unable to resist any command I give you. That is true for today while you are in my office hypnotized and for every moment for the remainder of your life. You belong to me now and I can compel you to do anything. Tell me slave, what can I compel you to do?”
I replied, “Anything mistress.”
She said, “Good. Now it is time to wake up and give me a little demonstration of your new submissive loving nature. When I count to three and snap my fingers you will awaken. Again, you will have a full memory of everything that happened here but will be unable to resist any of the commands you were given or will be given.”
She counted to three, snapped her fingers and laughed. I said, “You witch, what did you do to me?”
She laughed again and said, “Oh no, I’m not a witch. You must understand that witches cast spells on unsuspecting victims. You walked into my office and handed your mind over to me with a key. Now for starters I want an apology for calling me a witch and then I want you to crawl under my desk and lick my pussy.”
It was like someone hit a switch and put me into robot mode. I immediately replied, “Yes mistress, please accept my apology for calling you a witch.”
She said, “I will accept your apology if you accept my invitation.” Then once again she laughed at me.
I said, “I accept your invitation mistress.”
She said, “Somehow I knew you would. I invite you to sell your home and move in with me so you can be my full time slave. Now get under the table and lick me.”
I said, “Yes mistress, I will sell my home as soon as possible.”
I crawled under the table wishing me had hypnotized me to think she was beautiful. I was now licking the pussy of the most hideous woman I had ever met and was falling in love with her. I was even starting to love the way she laughed at me.
As I licked her pussy she slid down in the chair thrusting her pussy into my face and said, “Welcome to the rest of your life.” She paused, laughed and said, “Slave.”