I read the press release another time and looked at my photo in the paper and thought, “I am really happy about the direction of our company.
The press release listed my company as one of the best places for women to work as mentioned in a nationally acclaimed magazine for working women. I was proud of our accomplishments as a company but I had some personal pride in that I had hand picked the management team that had turned the company around. The management team just happened to be women but only because they were the most qualified for the job.
I set down my press release and looked up to see my administrative assistant standing in the doorway to my office. She said, “I have a Debbie Hunt from Working American Woman. Can you take her call?”
I said, “Sure, put her through.”
I paused and said, “Have you ever heard of them?”
My admin shook her head no and said, “Nope, but I can check them out.”
Debbie said, “Hi Mr. Stevens. I know you are a busy man but I would really like to do a piece on you for our new magazine. I think it will be a good opportunity to get your company name out to even more professional women.”
I said, “That would be great. I will have my admin set something up.”
There was a pause and then Debbie said, “Actually I was hoping to get you in your home and do some photos of you relaxing at home. I can get photos of you in your office from your PR department after the interview.”
We set something up and by time the date rolled around I had almost completely forgotten about our interview. I had just climbed out of my pool and was walking to the shower when my phone rang. My housekeeper is off two days a week so I got the phone myself. It was Debbie and she said, “Hi Mr. Stevens, I’m at your front gate but no one is answering the intercom.”
I let her in and quickly threw a tank top and pair of shorts on. I met her downstairs at the front door and said, “Hi, I’m really embarrassed but I forgot you were coming.”
Debbie said, “My fault. I usually send out a reminder but I couldn’t connect to our magazine’s server with my laptop so the email is still sitting in the outbox.”
I got her a glass of scotch and water and I grabbed the same. She said, “Hmm. Interesting. Do you usually drink scotch and water or did you get that because I was drinking it?”
I said, “I don’t know. I guess it was just easier to make the same drink for both of us.”
She looked at me with a strange grin and said, “Right. Because it was easier. Anyway, shall we get started?”
I shook my head yes so she said, “All but one of your management team are women. Is there a business or personal reason for this?”
I said, “Ooh, that is a weighted question. Let me just say that they were the most qualified of all the applicants who applied for those positions. I think it safe to say that if I had two equally qualified applicants I might lean towards the woman. But that isn’t a sexist comment. I work better with women so it switches from a business decision to a combined business and personal decision.”
Debbie said, “Okay, let’s expand on that Mr. Stevens. Why do you prefer to work with women and how can you make a comment like that and not think it is sexist?”
I said, “Gosh, this is going to be a tough interview. Please, call me Larry. We should be on a first name basis if you are going to go in for the kill.”
She lightened up and said, “I’m sorry Larry but I am not going in for the kill at all. I really admire what you have done. I just do not understand your reasoning. I think it is a sexist comment but believe me, I wish there more men out there like you.”
I said, “You sure do know how to put an interviewee at ease don’t you? I find men to be more confrontational. If I tell a man what to do his male instinct makes him want to question my authority. Conversely, when a woman works for me and questions me I feel she is doing it for the good of the company and not because of some engrained combat instinct.”
Debbie said, “So let me paraphrase for you. When a woman member of your management team comes to you with an idea or even a challenge to one of your ideas you find it easier to go with her idea. Is that correct?”
I said, “Yes, that’s correct.”
Debbie said, “Let me switch gears. Do you feel that flirting has a place in the business world and does it ever occur in your management team?”
I said, “I do not feel it has a place but it does occur all the time and has occurred in my team. If a woman shows off a little chest or a little leg or uses flirtatious words or facial expressions she gets what I call a temporary win but she loses in the long run.”
Debbie said, “Can you elaborate?”
I said, “Sure. I am a male and a single male so I respond to sexual cues just like any other man. The flirting woman might be trying to win a point or an argument and can win it by flirting. But when she leaves my office I give her the temporary win but I lose respect for her for resorting to using her sexuality instead of her intellect and reasoning.”
Debbie said, “Interesting. Okay, so let me ask this question. How long have you been submissive towards women and how long have you been aware of it?”
I almost spit out my scotch and water when she asked that question. I said, “That’s a highly personal question and one I cannot answer for your magazine.”
Debbie stood up and said, “That wasn’t for my magazine. That was for me. I am very interested in submissive men who find themselves in positions of power.”
She turned off the tape recorder and said, “Or were you even aware that you are a submissive?”
I felt the blood rush to my face as I became embarrassed that I had been outed. I knew I loved when a woman told me what to do and had even lied about losing respect for a woman who flirts with me to get what she wants. I loved it. I finally said, “Wow, is it that obvious? Do you think my management team knows it and uses it against me?”
Debbie said, “I can’t speak for your management team but I intend to. I want you to look into my eyes now Larry. I want you to look deep into my eyes and relax.”
I suddenly felt like the power had shifted in the room. I was the gracious host allowing this reporter into my home and felt like I was in control of the interview. As I looked into her eyes and as the conversation turned personal I suddenly felt vulnerable and aroused. Debbie was plain looking. There was nothing unattractive about her but there was nothing attractive either. But as I felt her taking charge and exploiting my submissive side that I thought I had so successfully hidden I suddenly felt very open towards her.
She said, “Have you ever been hypnotized before Larry?”
I said, “No, I really don’t trust hypnotists. You never know what they’ll do once they get inside your head.”
Debbie said, “Well let me tell you what I’ll do once I’m inside your head. I will make you fall in love with me and I will make you my love slave. I will dominate you at home and make you submit to me every day. You will be allowed to keep your woman management team and will even eliminate that last man you have on your team but you will no longer respond to their flirtation or manipulation. The only woman who will control you after I hypnotize you is me.”
Still looking into her eyes I said, “But I don’t want to be hypnotized. You can’t hypnotize someone if they do not want to be hypnotized right? I know I’m right.”
Debbie took my chin and guided my eyes back to her eyes again and said, “You are correct so the only conclusion I can reach is that you want to be hypnotized and are either lying or did not realize you want to be. How else can you explain the sleepy feeling that is coming over your body? How else can you explain why your eyes are so heavy and you are so drowsy? The only explanation my submissive future lover is that you wish to be hypnotized and you wish to be dominated. So just relax and look deeper and deeper and deeper into my soft spell binding eyes. You cannot look away from my eyes nor do you want to.”
I meant to ask myself the question but I actually spoke aloud and said, “Is this really happening or am I going to wake up soon?”
Debbie said, “You will wake up when I command it but for now all you need to do is relax and continue to feel your eyes growing heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier. Your body is sinking into the sofa as it becomes heavier and heavier too. Your mind feels like butter on a heated pan as it melts into a deep state of relaxation. Your breathing slows as you fall deeply into my eyes and deeply under my power. You are falling deeper and deeper becoming sleepier and sleepier, sleepier and sleepier. My eyes are the only thing you see and my voice is all that you hear.”
I was not sure if I was actually falling into a trance until the moment she told me I could only see her eyes and only hear her voice. My television was on in the background and the sound suddenly faded out as if someone had actually turned down the volume. I have these large beautiful spot lights that hand down from the ceiling and they suddenly seemed to dim and fade away as her eyes took over my entire field of vision. I knew at that point I was much further along than I thought I was.
Debbie said, “Hmm yes, that’s better. I can see you are accepting the fact that you will soon be mine. Just to demonstrate I want you to try and look away from my eyes when I touch your hand. But when you try and look away you will feel my hypnotic control is too strong and the more you struggle the sleepier you will become. When tell you enough now and sleep your mind will stop its struggle and you will fall into a deep hypnotic trance.”
She touched my hand and I began trying to look away. I just could not seem to turn my head or even make myself fall from the couch to break her gaze. The more I fought the deeper I went until she finally said, “Enough now. Sleep.” Then I was gone.
She said, “You are deeply hypnotized and completely under my power. I will count to three and you will open your eyes but will remain deeply hypnotized. I will give you commands that you would not normally follow and each time you obey you will fall deeper and deeper in love with me and deeper and deeper under my control.”
I heard her rustling around for a moment and the counted to three. I opened my eyes and found her wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit and holding a riding crop in her hands. She smacked the crop on the palm of her other hand and said, “First command; crawl on your hands and knees and lick my ass. After each lick tell me you belong to me.”
I fell to my knees, crawled to her and as she bent over I licked her ass over its entire length. With each lick I said, “I belong to you.”
As disgusted as I was to be licking someone’s ass I felt myself loving her for helping me to embrace my submissive side and felt even more obedient towards her. She said, “Next command; lie on your back and lick the souls of my feet. Tell me you are my slave and call me mistress.”
Again I did as commanded and fell even deeper in love and deeper under her control. She tried all sorts of things to establish her control and each one worked with 100% success. She finally pulled me by the back of my head and said, “Would my slave like a spanking with my leather crop?”
A tear ran down my eye both because I loved her so much and because I knew how badly it would hurt and then I said, “Yes mistress. Your slave would like that very much.”
It was a few days before I could sit down but that did not matter anyway because I spent most of my time on my knees kneeling before my mistress. The romance was a quick whirlwind romance for those on the outside looking in. For the few who knew the truth and that I had been enslaved by Debbie they were surprised we took so long to marry and make her ownership of me and my former possessions official.
I am still a big proponent of women in the workplace but Debbie personally approves every person I promote or hire. She does not want anyone trying to exploit my submissive side besides her.