Each time I got ready for a special occasion I would look in the mirror and decide I had to put something else on. As I moved through my entire wardrobe I realized it didn’t matter what I wore. My butt was going to stick out and my breasts were going to stick out. I had tried Weight Watcher’s, Atkins, South Beach and a whole list of other diets but I just couldn’t fight the genetics my mother had passed down to me. I wanted to cry as I finally picked an outfit and put it on knowing I would feel uncomfortable for the entire seminar.

I had signed up for a series of speakers and lecturers that our church put on every quarter with the hopes of meeting a nice guy as well as increasing my knowledge of the Bible. So many nice Christian men had told me I was just like a sister to them or that they considered me to be more of a friend but none of them were interested in a real relationship. I wanted to marry, have children and live the lives so many of my girlfriends were already living.

The seminar was a little more crowded than normal but it started out just the same as any other seminar I had attended. By midday I was pretty sure I would not meet anyone and would go home with only half of my goal accomplished. I would leave with a better knowledge of the Bible but I would not meet a man. Then something funny happened and for the first time I felt I had a chance.

The hallway was packed with people and I was mortified because I had to cross to the other side of the building. Most people are not aware of this but it is very uncomfortable for a large woman to squeeze through crowded places. As I made my way down the hallway two men were blocking part of the hallway having a conversation so I had to squeeze by them. Another man was coming the opposite direction and we both attempted to squeeze into the same little spot. As I went by him the two men creating the blockage moved and the one man stepped backwards into me. I fell forward smashing my breasts into the man who was trying to slip by me. He fell back into the wall and slid down the wall. As he slid down his face ended up buried in my cleavage.

It was extremely embarrassing but I noticed he let out a sigh and smiled. His eyes half closed and he seemed to be dreaming until people rushed over to help me up. I thought he had hit his head but as I regained my footing and got off of him his eyes stayed at chest level. He suddenly regained his composure and apologized for not waiting for me. I apologized for knocking him down and there was an awkward silence. Then he said, “Hopefully I will see you in one of my lectures.”

I couldn’t believe it but I had just knocked over one of our guest lecturers. I walked to the listing of speakers, found his picture, looked down at my itinerary and realized I had his lecture in another hour. I was kind of embarrassed to go into his class after that fiasco but I reasoned that it really was the fault of the man who had backed up into me. An hour later I was in the classroom waiting for Dr. Larson to come in.

Dr. Larson came into the room, greeted everyone, set his notes down on the podium, cleared his throat and began his introduction. He was mid-sentence when he saw me sitting in the front row and stopped speaking. He suddenly looked confused and forgot where he was at in his speech. His eyes fixated on my breasts and then he quickly picked up his notes and tried to regain his thoughts. When he had first let his eyes close and smiled back in the hallway I thought it was from bumping his head. For the first time since our chance encounter I realized that my breasts completely fascinated him. ; I quickly excused myself from the room and complained to facilities that the room was too cold. Then I waited for the room to warm up.

As soon as the room warmed up and people started removing their coats I eagerly removed my coat. I made sure to catch the top button of my blouse with my thumb, unfastening it but not in a conspicuous manner that would draw attention to my actions. I set my coat on the back of my chair and sat back down. Dr. Larson fumbled over his words each time he looked in my direction and finally got to a point where he no longer looked over to our side of the room. That continued until we broke up into little work groups.

Dr. Larson made his way from group to group providing little insights and advice as we worked on our projects. When he got to our group he gave a few hints of places to look in the Bible and then kept stealing glances over at me. I was not accustomed to being the object of a man’s desires but I knew what I would do now that he couldn’t get my breasts off his mind. I just needed a way to get him alone. I hoped he would approach me and ask me out at the end of the class so I just kept him teased until the class ended.

As everyone shuffled out the door I purposely took a long time gathering my belongings and putting my coat back on so I could be the only one left in the room. Dr. Larson kept looking over at me as he shook people’s hands and thanked them for coming. After the last person left he came over to me and said, “I just wanted to apologize one more time for the incident in the hallway.”

I said, “Don’t mention it. I really think the gentleman that bumped into me should be the person doing the apologizing.”

He stood there for a moment like he wanted to say something but then he shook my hand and said, “Thank you for coming.” Then he returned to the podium and began to gather up his belongings.

I now knew there was not going to be a dinner or some romantic walk where I could go to work on his mind. I needed to take matters into my own hands or risk never seeing him again. I acted like I was leaving but instead found the lock on the door and locked it. I removed my coat, undid two more buttons exposing most of my cleavage and snuck up behind Dr. Larson as he finished packing his stuff up. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Dr. Larson, can I ask you a question?”

Dr. Larson turned around and his eyes immediately got wide as he found himself staring right at my breasts. He momentarily got lost in the view and a smile grew across his face. His mouth made an ever so slight sucking motion and then he quickly yanked his head away and said, “Woman, has the devil gotten into you?”

I ran my fingers along my cleavage and said, “No Dr. Larson, I am an eligible woman looking for a nice eligible man. You were the man who had trouble taking his eyes off of my beautiful enchanting breasts. Maybe I should be asking you if the devil got into you.”

Dr. Larson stood frozen for a moment and just stared at my fingers moving along the soft fleshy tissue of my massive breasts. I had him and I knew it. I think he knew it but I know he had no idea what I had in store for him. Dr. Larson said, “I um. I mean I uh. It is just that.”

I didn’t wait for him to finish. I said, “Say no more Dr. Larson. I fell into you and you felt my breasts up against your face didn’t you? And since then they have been all you can think about haven’t they?”

Dr. Larson didn’t even speak. He stopped trying to fight his physical desire to look at my breasts and as he openly stared at them he shook his head yes.

I had never used my breasts as a focal point nor had I used them in an induction but it just seemed like the natural thing to do. I said, “It’s okay to stare at my breasts doctor. I am flattered that you find them so impossible to look away from. And they are impossible to take your eyes off of them. They are so soft and warm. Just imagine what it would be like if you could shrink yourself and just nestle in-between them. Warm soft sensuous flesh would envelop you and it would be so relaxing. Can you feel that doctor?”

He shook his head again but much slower this time than he had previously. He had already set his arms at his side and had allowed the pencil he had been holding to fall to the ground. I said, “Yes doctor. So warm, soft and relaxing. As you feel yourself being wrapped in my big soft breasts you feel so happy and so sleepy. You have wanted to feel my breasts since you first bumped into them in the hallway and now you are buried in them like a big soft blanket. So sleepy and so drowsy helplessly giving into the powerful desire to sleep.”

Dr. Larson’s eyes fluttered and his breathing slowed. He was basically out on his feet and all I had to do was give the command for him to sleep and he would be mine. I said, “I know you love looking at my breasts but it is time for you to sleep doctor. It is time for little sleepy Eric to close his heavy eyes and sleep for me. That’s a good boy. Just let them close and as they do you will remain standing but will fall into a deep hypnotic sleep where you will hear my voice and only my voice.”

I watched Dr. Larson close his eyes and allow his head to slowly fall forward. I had switched to calling him Eric and good boy to already let his mind soak up the fact that he was no longer in charge. Soon he would be calling me mistress but I had a little more work to do.

I said, “Very good my submissive little boy. You are still wrapped in my soft breasts and feel so incredibly happy. Tell me my dear boy, why didn’t you ask me out at the end of the breakout session? I know you wanted to.”

Eric replied, “I was ashamed of the way I couldn’t stop looking at your breasts. I was ashamed of the lust I felt when your breasts pressed up against my face. Most of all I was afraid of the way I felt out of control when I saw your breasts. I am a doctor of theology and am not accustomed to giving way to my lusts and desires.”

I said, “But it feels so good to give into your lusts and desires with the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. The moment my breasts pushed into your face in the hallway you knew you had found the woman of your dreams. Who is the woman of your dreams?”

Eric replied, “You are the woman of my dreams.”

I said, “You will never lust for or desire another woman but when you are with me your lust and desire is so overwhelming that you feel compelled to obey me and to submit to me. In public we will give the appearance of being a normal couple but in private I am your mistress and you are my love slave. What are you?”

Eric replied, “I am your love slave.”

I said, “When you awaken you will not remember being hypnotized by me nor will you remember anything that happened from the time you thanked me for attending your class. I will count to three and snap my fingers and you will awaken to find me standing before you. Only this time you will know that you want me more than you have wanted anyone or anything in your life. You will ask me out to dinner and by the end of dinner you will know that your desire for me must be satisfied. I expect you to propose me before dinner is over. Are you ready to awaken and become my slave?”

Eric said, “Yes mistress. I am ready.”

I thought for a moment and said, “I am simply Dawn White to you until you ask me to marry you tonight at dinner. After I accept and explain what I expect from you then and only then will you realize that you must submit to me and become my slave. Then it will be acceptable and expected for you to refer to me as mistress when we are in private. Is that clear?”

Eric replied yes Dawn indicating that his mind quickly absorbs my hypnotic commands. I buttoned my shirt back up, picked up my stuff as if I was going to leave and said, “Eric, when I count to three you will awaken and obey me as you were instructed. Anytime I tell you that you are small and to nestle into my breasts your mind will return to this wonderfully happy place so I can further program your thoughts for you.”

I counted to three and Eric woke up looking very confused. I knew the last thing he could remember was thanking me for coming so I turned to leave and said, “I hope to see you again at another seminar.”

My foot had not even touched the ground yet before Eric said, “Wait, please have dinner with me. I mean, I would be honored if you had dinner with me after the seminar.”

I accepted Eric’s invitation and met him after the seminar. He ran to hold doors for me; he pulled out my chair and did everything I would expect from a perfect gentleman. As dinner progressed I could see him falling more and more for me. At first I thought he was trying to fight it so I gently leaned forward and allowed my breasts to rest on the table. His eyes were drawn to them, he stared for a long time and I saw the resolve in his face disappear. The waitress interrupted the moment and when Eric turned to me and said, “I know we just met but may I ask you a question?”

I said, “Sure Eric, you can ask me anything.”

Eric turned red and squirmed a little in his seat. Then he said, “I have had an idea my whole life of the type of woman I was looking for and I realize now that she is at dinner with me tonight. I don’t have a ring as I hadn’t expected to meet my dream woman today but I would like to ask your hand in marriage.”

I paused for a moment and then said, “You are exactly the type of man I would like to spend my life with but I have to know if you can live by my rules. If you still want to marry me after I give you my rules then we will marry.”

Eric said, “Whatever the rules are I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please tell me Dawn.”

I said, “I want a man who will submit to me in all things. I want my man to be so wrapped around my finger that he cannot help but to obey my every wish. If you marry me I want you to be so madly in love and lust with me that you feel like my slave. I will dominate you and you will submit. If this appeals to you then I would love to be Mrs. Larson.”

Eric Larson stood up, took a knee at my chair, took my hand, kissed it and said, “I wish to be your husband and submit to you.” He paused, kissed my hand again and said, “Mistress.”

I said, “This is a dream come true Eric. I know you will be a good husband. I want to elope and have a formal ceremony later. Is that okay with you?”

Eric said, “I had always wanted a large formal wedding but I am so in love with you that I cannot imagine saying no to you. I think we can elope tonight if we leave right now.”

I ran my hand along his face and said, “Then pay the bill and let’s go.”

Eric said, “Yes Mistress” and paid the bill.

We drove several hours into Nevada, eloped, and found a hotel room. I knew I was very fertile so I said, “I want you to make love to me. I will require you to service my sexual desires but tonight you will impregnate me. Normally I will require you to be on the bottom as a sign of your submission to me but tonight I want you on top. I want to be sure the sperm meets the egg. Is that clear?”

Eric looked at me with incredible lust and love in his eyes and said, “Yes Mistress. Anything for you.”

I undressed for Eric and when he saw my full breasts for the first time he fell to his knees and said, “I am the luckiest man in the world. You are a goddess.”

I said, “I am glad you feel that way Eric. Do you want to suck on my big bouncy breasts?”

Eric eagerly shook his head and started to suck on them. I felt his body pulsating and realized he was going to blow his wad all over the room instead of inside of me. I said, “You feel small and wish to nestle into my breasts.”

His body went limp and he fell forward into my chest. I said, “Eric, you cannot and will not cum until I grant you permission. Now resume playing with my breasts when I count to three.”

I counted to three and Eric continued worshipping my breasts. I finally said, “Enough slave. Mount me and lets make babies.”

Eric pumped and pumped and I could see the desperation in his eyes, as he was unable to cum. I loved the power I had over him. I wanted to orgasm but tonight was my night to get pregnant. There would be other nights for Eric to worship my pussy. I looked up at him and said, “You may cum now my little love slave.”

Eric screamed from the pleasure and collapsed on top of me. I said, “Stay there honey and let every drop stay inside of me so I can have your child.”

Eric replied, “Yes Mistress.”