I was walking by our local country western place when a tall full sized women stumbled out of the bar yelling, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to round up a dance partner.”
She turned and walked right into me. I was just about to say, “Excuse me” but before I could say a word she grabbed me by my neck, threw me through the swinging doors and said, “You’ll do.”
I immediately protested and said, “Now look here miss. I am on my way to the theater next door and have no intention of dancing with you.”
She stepped on my foot purposely crushing my toes, reached down and clamped her hands around my balls and said, “You’ll dance with me sissy boy or I’ll crush your balls and leave you talking in a higher voice.”
I swallowed hard and said, “Oh, well when you put it that way I guess I’ll be dancing.”
She smiled and said, “I thought you would see things my way pretty boy. Now let me buy you a drink so you can loosen up a little bit.”
I said, “Um thanks.”
She pulled me with an iron grip to a table where her purse and leather jacket were. She said, “What’ll you have?”
I said, “I’ll take a brandy slush.”
The woman said, “Holy shit man, I did feel balls didn’t I? I’ll get you a man’s drink and you’ll drink it.”
She walked away and I quickly started for the door. I got to the door and was about to push it open when I felt a strong grip clamp down around my neck. She said, “I had a feeling you would bolt for the door. What kind of man are you? You made a promise to dance with me and you’re going to keep your promise. Go sit down or Nancy is going to get rough with you.”
I nervously asked who Nancy was and she said, “I am. And you haven’t told me your name either. I’ll just call you wimp until you do.”
She came back a few minutes later and handed me a drink. She said, “Here you go wimp, this will put some hair on your chest.”
I said, “Let me tell you three things Nancy because you’re starting to piss me off. My name is Todd, I have a black belt in Hapkido and I lift weights four days a week. I am not a wimp and the implications that I am a wimp simply because I have culture is annoying the hell out of me. I will dance with you because I made a promise but then I’m out of here. Hell, I don’t even like country music.”
Nancy looked at me kind of sideways and said, “A black belt huh? So why didn’t you flip me or break my arm when I grabbed your balls?”
I said, “Because I am a gentleman and could never hurt a woman.”
She looked at me for a moment and said something that so aptly described me that it startled me. She said, “Yeah right, or maybe you just liked being dominated by a powerful woman. Admit it, you liked when I grabbed your balls and barked out orders.”
I turned red but the lights were orange tint and she couldn’t tell. I said, “You’ve got the wrong guy Nancy. There was nothing pleasurable about having my balls in your hands.”
I slammed my drink down to show her I was no wimp. It had a cough syrup kind of taste to it and a kick of strong alcohol. I said, “Damn that tasted like cough syrup. What the hell was that?”
Nancy said, “A house special called El Esclavo. It is some Spanish word.”
I knew Spanish so I said, “The Slave? They named a drink the Slave? Geez, what kind of name is that for a drink?”
Nancy said, “I don’t know. They have a dance named after it too.”
Just then a woman got up on stage and said, “Okay ladies its time for your favorite dance, El Esclavo. Tell your men to drink their drinks and hold onto their hats because its party time. Its time to square dance.”
I said, “I don’t square dance.”
Nancy said, “Get up pretty boy. You promised so I’ll make you a promise. If you do not have a good time dancing with me I will buy you another drink and pay for your theater tickets. Deal?”
I stood up, took her arm to escort her to the dance floor and said, “Deal.”
The square dance caller started out, “Now ladies grab your partners and spin them fro. Men, as your partners spin you surrender to the feeling and let yourself spin.”
Nancy grabbed me and spun me. I felt a little sick from being spun but it felt good to let go and enjoy the feeling of being spun. The caller said, “Ladies step to your left and men to your right, disobedience fills you with fright. Ladies to the right and men to the left, what she does to your mind might be called theft.”
I felt a little dizzy from the spinning but the drink also seemed to be going to my head. The caller’s voice seemed so distant and yet so powerful inside my head. I was having a lot of fun dancing and knew I would not be getting that free drink.
The caller continued, “Now ladies lift your man up off his feet and let him know whose boss. Teach him to submit or you’ll have to get cross. Men, as your lady lifts you off the ground you surrender to her and to her you are bound. Ladies spin your man and take him deeper. Men submit to her spin letting your life of slavery begin.”
The whole dance seemed to be filled with calls that suggested that the lady was in charge and that the man must submit. I now knew why the dance was called the slave. I was dripping in sweat by time we finished and felt tingly and warm all over. Nancy took my arm and said, “Be honest, did you have fun?”
I said, “Yes, that was loads of fun. I guess I owe you a drink.”
Nancy sat down at the table and said, “Take a seat.”
I sat down and said, “So what can I get you? Would you like one of those El Esclavo drinks? That was pretty good.”
Nancy laughed and said, “No way honey. That drink was spiked. Why don’t you just sit here while I get us two more drinks?” She patted me on my head and said, “That’s a good boy.”
I sat waiting for her to get back. I knew I didn’t dare disobey her but I couldn’t figure out why I felt so nervous about disobeying her. She returned quickly with a second drink and said, “Here you go pretty boy.” She reached out and squeezed my cheek like a grandmother squeezes a child’s cheek. Then she said, “I got you another Esclavo. But before you drink it let me tell you what it was spiked with.”
I stared down at my drink and I could see that a red substance had clearly been mixed into my drink. Why hadn’t I noticed this before? She said, “I was supposed to have this big cowboy meeting me here for square dancing tonight but he stood me up. You happened to be walking by and you were too cute. It is ladies night and on ladies night we serve up the El Esclavo to the men. It is spiked with a mix of chemicals that puts the user into a relaxed and extremely suggestible state of mind. The caller calls out suggestion after suggestion of submission and obedience so by time the dancing is over the woman can control the man. So now you know why we call it El Esclavo.”
I said, “So you’re trying to tell me that because I drank one spiked drink and danced with you that I’m your slave?”
Nancy said, “No sweetie. After you drink your second drink and focus your eyes on the television monitor you will be my slave. Now do as your told and drink your drink so you can be my slave.”
I was thinking this was the most ludicrous thing I had heard in a long time but to my absolute horror I said, “Yes Nancy” and immediately slammed my drink.
She ran her fingers through my hair and said, “That’s better. Now be a good boy and watch the television monitor. Ooh, I can’t wait to take you home.”
A big screen television came on as all the men in the room were slamming down their drinks and turning towards the television. A large spinning disc came onto the television screen and the square dance caller said, “Look at the disc and feel your eyes growing heavy, so very heavy. All you see is the disc and all you hear is the voice. Look, listen and soon you will belong to your partner.”
My eyes were glued to the disc and her voice seemed to resonate through every synapse in my mind. The words “submit” and “obey” kept flashing over the spinning disc. Her voice was so soothing and the disc was so irresistible. The caller said, “Take a deep breath and exhale. As you exhale feel all free thought leave your mind and as you inhale feel only the desire to submit and obey enter your mind. As this takes place you feel sleepier and sleepier, sleepier and sleepier.”
I do not remember much after this. I woke up to Nancy counting to ten and snapping her fingers. She smiled at me and said; “Now you are my slave. What would you like to do slave?”
I dreamily responded, “Anything my mistress wishes for me to do.”
Nancy picked me up, threw me over her shoulder and screamed “yahoo” so that everyone looked over. Then she yelled, “I finally got me a slave.”
Women in the club yelled out words of encouragement as Nancy strode towards the door with me over her shoulder. She unlocked the door to her truck and threw me into it. She grabbed my crotch again and squeezed. Then she said, “I am going to have so much fun with you. You better put on your seat belt because I am going to drive like a mad woman to get you home.”
I honestly thought we were going to die on our way home. I wanted to tell her to slow down but there was no way I was going to upset my mistress. I was also afraid to tell her that my BMW was back at the parking lot and figured I would mention it later.
We got to her ranch and she yanked me out of her truck, threw me back over her shoulder and started carrying me to her house. She opened the front door, threw me down on the couch and started removing my clothes. I put my hands on my belt to assist her and she yanked my hands away. She said, “Oh no you don’t. This is my fantasy and I get to completely undress you.”
I replied, “Yes mistress.”
Once I was completely undressed she took a small whip and led me to the door to the back. We made our way out to what looked like a corral and she opened the door. She said, “You better run and run fast or I will tan your ass so bad you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
I took off running and she leapt onto her horse, grabbed a rope and screamed “yahoo” again as she began to give chase. I dodged, weaved, and even made a bold move running underneath the horse to avoid capture. I was actually enjoying the thrill of the chase when I felt a rope catch my foot and wrap around my ankle. The next thing I knew I was down on the ground.
Nancy screamed like a crazy woman and as I got up to run she yanked the rope sending me back down into the mud. She said, “That was awesome. You did so good I am going to reward you.”
She yanked the rope flipping me onto my back and quickly bound my legs together. I tried to squirm away and she said, “I just love the fight you are putting up. This really turns me on.”
She grabbed my arm and tied it to my legs and then my other arm and tied it to my legs. I was now bound together just like a calf at a rodeo. She dragged me out of her corral, up onto the lawn and then hosed off the mud. When we got to the cement on her back patio she picked me up and threw me onto her living room floor. I had never felt so helpless in my entire life and for some strange reason I was loving every minute of it.
Nancy cut the rope around my arms and said, “And now it is time to worship your mistress. You will pleasure me and then I will pleasure you for putting up such a good fight.”
I pleased my mistress and then she rocked my world. She patted her chest and told me to put my head on her shoulder. She started playing with my hair and said, “I really had fun tonight. If you put up a good fight like that every time I will be one happy woman.”
I replied, “I will try even harder next time mistress.”
She pushed my head back towards her crotch and said, “Just don’t run under my horse like that again. That was a damn fool thing to do and I really do not want to lose my new slave.” She pushed my head all the way down and said, “Now lick me again.”
Nancy and I moved in together and obviously we stayed at her place so we could play rodeo. It seemed the more often I got captured and bound the more I fell for her. It was just a game but it became the highlight of our mistress/slave relationship and I am forever grateful that I am the man she stumbled into and dragged into square dance with her.