Every morning at the same time I stop and park my motorcycle in the same place but in spite of this every morning I hand out at least 10 tickets for running the stop sign. Today was a particularly warm day and as the sun beat down on my police helmet I began to resent some of the rich people who blatantly run this stop sign all the time. Some of them were so well connected that even when they failed to show up in court the judge dismissed the ticket because he knew them.
I was feeling these feelings of resentment and anger when the woman I had come to nickname Mrs. Toodles ran through the stop sign. Each morning she would pull up to the stop sign, have both tires come to a complete stop, would roll down her window, wave a white scarf at me and yell, “Toodles.” Then she would drive off. This day she slowed down to about 5 MPH, yelled toodles and drove right through.
Honestly, I was so accustomed to her stopping that I just let her go. I figured when a law abiding friendly citizen like that runs the stop sign something must not be right in her life. If I was having a bad day she was obviously having a worst one.
The next morning was cooler with a slight haze on the sun when Mrs. Toodles blew right through the stop sign again. She didn’t even slow down so I flipped on my siren and lights and pulled her over. I walked up to her car and said, “Ma’am, is something bothering you. That is two days in a row you have run that stop sign. I gave you a break today but I think I am going to have to give you a ticket this morning.”
The woman surprised me by saying, “Yes you are. And I was disappointed you didn’t pull me over yesterday. Here is my license and registration. Now you be a good boy and go get your ticket book so I can watch your cute little butt when you walk.”
I thought to myself, “Great, this rich woman is obviously friends with someone in high places and is just toying with me.”
I took her license, looked at her name and said, “Okay Mrs. Washington, you wait right here.”
She said, “Don’t worry stud. I’m not going anywhere. And it is Miss Washington, I’m single in case you’re interested.”
I said, “I’m not interested in dating anyone at this time ma’am but thank you for the compliments.”
I walked back to my bike, had dispatch run her plates and then I wrote my ticket. As I strolled back to her car I wondered why she had purposely gotten herself pulled over. Was she just throwing her money around or had she intended on flirting with me? I decided I was going to rip up the ticket and give her a warning.
I walked back to her Mercedes and started to tell her I was going to let her off with a warning when I looked into her car. When I had pulled her over she had been wearing fancy workout pants with a fancy jacket to go with it. She had removed the jacket and was wearing a low cut tank top that didn’t even pretend to be able to hold her breasts in. I started my sentence but was unable to finish it as soon as I saw her without her jacket. I said, “Miss Washington, today is your lucky day because I am.” I stopped mid-sentence and stared at the two largest breasts I had ever seen.
Miss Washington said, “Actually I think today is your lucky day. I don’t just show these to anyone. Now be a good boy and finish your sentence. Oh yes, call me Barbara.”
I swallowed hard and said, “Okay Barbara, I was going to rip up your ticket and let you off with a warning.”
Barbara ran her hand down her cleavage and said, “And now? What were you going to do now?”
I suddenly couldn’t think straight. Barbara was a slightly older heavy set black woman with a round face, shiny skin, huge luscious breasts and I’m sure if I could have seen her standing I would have known she had a round large ass. But right now my eyes were glued to her breasts. I said, “Um, uh, I uh.”
My sentence trailed off as I found no words to answer her question. Then she said, “You were going to rip up the ticket, get on your motorcycle and follow me home for a wild day of making love to Barbara.”
I smiled like a little kid in a candy shop and said, “Yes ma’am.” The day was still early and I was only an hour or two into my shift. My mind jumped to me trying to explain to the desk sergeant how I had taken the day off to have sex with a rich woman who showed me her breasts. I snapped out of the lustful daze her breasts had put me in and said, “I mean no ma’am. I have a job to do. I’ll just rip up your ticket and you can go.”
I put my hands on the ticket to rip it when she said, “Or you can just rip up my ticket and look at my breasts. They’re so big and soft. They’re just like two big desirable pillows of sexy dark flesh. They are so soft, so inviting and you would love to just bury your face in them. You don’t have to come home with me officer but I can see that you find it impossible to break your eyes away from my chest. Isn’t that right stud?”
I didn’t even realize it but my hands were still suspended in mid-air with my fingers on the ticket. I shook my head yes and ripped the ticket down the middle. Almost robotically I dropped the two halves of the ticket to the ground never allowing my eyes to leave her breasts. I felt very strange and out of place. My life consisted of rules and regulations. I got up at the same time, ran the same 5 mile route, rode my bicycle to work, drove the same routes looking for traffic violators, rode my bicycle home and then lifted weights in my garage. I dated infrequently and often wondered why I wasn’t more interested in women. I never ever would have allowed myself to have sex with a woman I had pulled over. Ever! Now I stood at the side of this woman’s car completely mesmerized by her breasts. All my life’s rules seemed meaningless until a car drove by and blew its horn.
The horn startled me so much that I actually let out a gasp and my whole body jumped. I realized where I was at and that Barbara had managed to hold me spellbound with her breasts. But even more she had managed to make me feel helpless with just her words. I took two steps backwards and said, “I don’t know what you’re up to ma’am but I’m going to need to ask you to cease and desist.”
As I stood there waiting for her next move part of me desperately wanted her to start her car and drive away. Part of me wanted her to try again. I had never felt that way before and liked it. For the first time in years I was not in control, my life was not structured and I felt incredible lust for a woman. She was not what any man would call the ideally built woman but I had lusted for her before the car blew its horn. My years of experience on the police force told me she would not drive away. She had gone to great lengths to set up this event and she would not be easily thwarted. O nly I could stop whatever she was up to and I didn’t think I wanted to stop her. I wanted to see where she was taking me with her words.
Barbara said, “Come to me Officer Wilson. I know you can’t see my breasts from there and you were so enjoying the way you feel when I let you look at them. Come back to my car and look at my big beautiful breasts.”
I stepped to the car this time not knowing what she had in mind but fully understanding that if I stepped to the car I would somehow relinquish control to her. As I stepped forward I said, “Yes Barbara.”
Barbara pulled her top down giving me an even better view of her breasts and said, “You are like a fish on a hook Officer Wilson. The car startled you and the fish line went slack but the hook never left your mouth. I simply reeled you back in so I could finish what I started. You loved the way my voice and my breasts made you feel didn’t you officer? You love the way I can command you to walk to me and you feel helpless to resist me don’t you?”
It was true. I had never felt this way and thoroughly enjoyed the completely helpless feeling that was sweeping over me. It was almost as if she had crawled inside my mind and had taken over the master controls. I smiled at her breasts and replied, “Yes Barbara.”
She smiled and said, “Good boy. Now where was I when that car so rudely interrupted us? Oh yes, I remember. We were discussing how my two breasts were like soft fluffy pillows and all you could think about was resting your head between them. So soft, so fleshy, so feminine, and all you want to do is rest your weary head on them and sleep. Physically you are standing outside of my car but mentally you are in my car resting your head on my gigantic fascinating breasts. I want you to remain standing but allow your eyes to close as you imagine yourself falling into a deep sleep with your head on my soft seductive breasts.”
Traffic continued to whiz by where I stood and although I knew I was still standing in the street my mind projected itself into her car. I could almost feel the skin on my face make contact with the skin on her breasts. I smiled, closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep while I somehow miraculously stayed standing.
Barbara said, “Excellent. Now we’ll come back to my original offer. You were going to rip up the ticket, get on your motorcycle and follow me home for a wild day of making love to Barbara. You have already ripped up the ticket so now all you have to do is follow me home. What are you going to do?”
I said, “I am going to follow you home on my motorcycle.”
Barbara said, “Very good officer. You now see that you are no longer in control. Mistress Barbara is in control and it feels so good to submit to me doesn’t it?”
I felt like I was in some kind of waking dream. I said, “Yes Mistress Barbara, it feels so good to submit to you.”
Barbara said, “When I count to three and snap my fingers your eyes will open and you will be fully alert. You will walk to your bike, start it and wave at me when you’re ready to follow me. I will drive home and when I open my garage door you will pull in first. As I pull in behind you and park you will turn off your bike. As soon as the engine stops your mind will return to this wonderful hypnotic state I have put it in and you will wait for my further instructions.”
Barbara counted to three, snapped her fingers and suddenly I was alert and awake. I climbed onto my bike and waved at her. As I followed her I thought, “So what she did to me was hypnotize me? I don’t feel hypnotized.” Then I remembered myself standing at her car, eyes closed and in my mind I was resting peacefully on her breasts. I smiled and said, “Soon I won’t be imagining it. Soon my head will be resting on my mistress’ breasts.” My mistress. That sounded so natural when I said it aloud.
We pulled into the driveway and as I turned off my bike I turned off my mind. Barbara walked to my bike and said, “You are deeply hypnotized and will soon be my slave. Follow me into my living room so I can seal your fate.”
I felt like a zombie. I moved independent of any decision to move and replied, “Yes Mistress” without ever making the decision to respond. I moved behind Barbara and when we got to the living room she pointed to the love seat and told me to sit. I sat and stared straight ahead unable to move and essentially unable to think.
Barbara left me sitting on the love seat and was gone for a brief period of time. She came back into the room completely naked. She stood in front of me and said, “Listen and obey slave. I am the most beautiful woman you have seen. You are so smitten by me that your mind feels clouded when you are with me. Your only desire in life is to serve me and obey me. You are my slave. I did not purchase you; I assumed control of your mind. All I have to do is show you my breasts and you will become passive and submissive finding it impossible to resi st any suggestion I give you. When I stand before you naked you will fall to your knees and kiss my ass to show that you belong to me. Is that clear slave?”
Everything she said seemed so natural. My mind made no attempt to rebel and I immediately responded, “Yes Mistress.”
Barbara suddenly jumped up and down and clapped her hands. She said, “It worked, it worked. I hypnotized you. I wasn’t sure if it would work but I had to give it a try. I have wanted you since the first day I waved at you. Now you are mine, now you are mine.” She threw her arms around me and said, “I am going to have so much fun with you.”
Even in my deep hypnotic trance I felt so happy that a woman was this excited about owning me. I always had female officers hitting on me, women at the gym hitting on me but nothing ever felt right. From the moment Mistress Barbara showed me her boobs till the moment she hugged me I knew I had found what I was looking for. I knew I was meant to be the slave of this full-figured woman.
Barbara said, “When I count to three and snap my fingers you will awaken to begin your new life as my lover and my slave.”
Barbara counted to three and snapped her fingers. I woke up and she turned her backside to me. I immediately fell to my knees and began to kiss her ass. I said, “I belong to you Mistress Barbara.”
She said, “Of course you do sweetie. Of course you do. Now be a good boy and call the station to give your two week’s notice. You no longer need to work.”
I called the station and gave notice. After I told my boss I met a woman and was dedicating my life to her he told me not to come in and use my vacation time for the next two weeks. When I hung up Mistress Barbara was sitting on the couch with her legs up in the air. She held up her hand and motioned for me to come over. I started to walk and she said, “Crawl to me slave.”
I fell to my hands and knees and as I crawled to her she laughed. She said, “I never thought I would live to see a white man on his knees crawling to me. And a very handsome white man too. Now crawl to me and lick my pussy.”
I crawled to my mistress, buried my face in her pussy and felt her hand push the back of my head in as she yelled, “More slave, give me more.”
Some people will read this and think I gave up a promising career as a police officer to become some woman’s slave. I know that I was meant to be her slave and it was fate that finally brought us together. I have found my place in this world and it is on my knees at the feet of my mistress.