By Jack
I stood there in outside her house, as worried as a child outside
their
principle's office. This fear touched all parts of my being; each
and every
fibre. I couldn't think of any reason to have come here today,
less of an
excuse to stay. Why had I contacted her in the first place?
I'd met her online; I messaged her after reading her interesting
profile
page. Her profile stated she was some sort of artist, her
briefcase full of
various pictures, diverse but mostly erotic. She responded to me
in a
brusque manner, berating me on my lack of profile information.
Normally I'd
have blown someone like this off, flamed them into non-existence.
But for
some reason I found myself updating my profile for the first time
in ages.
As the minutes turned to hours and the hours multiplied, I found
myself
disclosing my most personal details to this woman, whilst finding
out only
the merest details about her.
Her manner was forthright, arrogant, aggressive, and yes,
dominant.
I felt myself wilting underneath the onslaught of her intensive
questioning.
If I tried to evade a question, she'd pursue me about it doggedly
until I
told her. My personal life was an open book to her. In the end,
my most
secret desires and fetishes were her knowledge. When I mentioned
that I'd
always wanted to be hypnotised, her tone changed.
She explained that that was the reason that I had contacted
her
initially. I'd seen that one of her interests was hypnotism, that
I wanted
her to hypnotise me. I denied it furiously, but she continued on
with that
line of conversation, over and over again. I wanted to be
hypnotised by her,
dominated by her, turned into her plaything, under her total
control. It was
as if she read my mind, totally and utterly. I said that she was
wrong and I
didn't want to speak to her anymore. As I went to disconnect, she
sent me a
message, and then disconnected herself. The message said she'd be
at the
address shown on the following weekend for one hour. It also said
that if I
never wanted hear from her again, just don't up.
The rest of the week I tried to contact her again, to no
avail. I
convinced myself that this was the best way, that I shouldn't
have anything
to do with her, for all I knew she could be a he, a trucker from
Jersey. It
would be best that I stayed away from her. Except, for the fact
that I had
scrawled the address onto a piece of paper. It taunted me, just
by its
existence; several times I had tried to throw it away, only to
replace it
back on my desk. As the weekend approached, I was consumed with
confusion
and worry. A voice, serpentine-like, whispered to my hind-brain
that I
should see her, talk with her, let her hypnotise me. It's what
you really
want, it said, isn't it' In the end I just gave up and went to
the address.
And so I find myself here, waiting for her. Waiting in fear, and
in arousal.
Waiting for over an hour, waiting for her to appear. I'd stirred
to leave
more than once, but I never did. Finally, the door opened, and I
heard a
voice. 'Come,' it said, so I did. I entered her house.
The main room that I walked into was lit oddly, darkened in one
half,
overly-lit in the other. Unsurprisingly, I was in the overly-lit
half. I
could barely make the back of the room, except for a figure sat
down.
"You came," said a feminine voice, sweet and melodious, but with
an edge
sharper than glass.
"Yes, well?" I began, but was interrupted.
"Did I ask you to speak?"
"No, but..."
"BE QUIET. Good, you've learnt respect. Why did you come?"
"I wanted to talk."
"No, you didn't. You wanted to be hypnotised by me."
"No, not really."
"Yes it is. You wanted me to hypnotise you."
"No, I..."
"Admit it to yourself."
"I..."
"Go on."
"Ok, yes."
"Good. You want me to dominate you."
"No. Sorry this was a mistake."
"Admit it."
"I..."
"ADMIT IT," the tone of her voice shocked me; I couldn't find it
in me to
say anything that she didn't want to hear.
"I want you to dominate me," I said meekly.
"You want to be my slave."
"I want to be your slave."
"Good," she said, standing up and walking slowly, sensuously
toward me. Her
pictures did not do her justice. She was as striking as a Greek
goddess, her
dark hair showering the shoulders of her dress. The dress itself
was a work
of art, its plunging neckline indicating, yet not revealing the
shape
within. She strode forwards, toward me, imperiously. She sat on
my lap, her
legs wrapped outside of mine, so that I felt her powerful leg
muscles as
they constricted mine. I stirred ever so slightly in the seat.
"Oh, no my dear, don't even think about it," she said, smiling.
"I..."
"Shhh," she said, simultaneously placing a finger to my lips, and
pulling
out a pendent from between her breasts. "This is all your idea
you know. You
contacted me, and you came here. All because you wanted to serve
me."
"No, I..."
"Shhh," she started to swing the pendent in front of me, her eyes
framing
the watch chain. "You know you want this. You want to relax, in
fact that is
all you can do. You can't escape, or you don't want to, eh? I can
feel you
through your clothes, even though you are afraid of me; you
are'aroused by
me. Mmmm, so hard, just at the thought of you submitting to me.
'Just stare into my eyes...deeper and deeper into my
eyes...that's all you
want to do...let all the fears and dangers ebb from your
mind...you know you
want to...hear my voice and gaze into my eyes...such attractive
eyes...taking you down...down...down...your resistance is
diminishing with
every swing of the locket...down, down'your so tired'absorbing my
hypnotic
bewitching words.....my words already begin to spin...spin and
penetrate
your mind...hmmmmm...how delicious.... that's right...you can
already feel
yourself beginning to slip into relaxation...you slipping deeper
and deeper
for Me...because this is what you choose to do...My words feel so
smooth and
slippery...like silver satin wrapping up your mind...cloaking
your everyday
thoughts...allowing yourself to sink DEEPER and DEEPER into a
nice
comfortable totally relaxed state....My soft seductive hypnotic
words
seduce your eager mind, succumbing to My will, slipping deeper
and deeper
into hypnosis feeling My seductive sensual sexy words seducing
your mind,
your whole being feeling so satisfied and seduced by My satin like
words....making you feel so sensual, so sexy wanting...
craving... and
yearning for My wondrous words... Longing. desiring...yearning
for My
words....craving...needing My words, feeling My bewitching
hypnotic SPELL
encapsulate your mind as you FEEL MY
POWER....hmmmmm.......leading you into
total SUBMISSION.....you feel yourself entering a deep trance as
I count
from ten down to one...ten...nine...so relaxed...eight...'
The rest of the numbers seemed to fade, as did her face, as
my eyes
seemed strangely tired, heavy and tinged with sleep. Her voice
continued on,
but I bore it no mind, I was in a void, so relaxed, nothing to
think about
ever again...
"Yes...Its soooo good to SUBMIT," said the female voice,
sharp and
commanding. "Longing to OBEY to PLEASE and serve Mistress Shona
the
ENTRANCERESS...Feeling My POWER so strong inside your
mind...leading you
into total SUBMISSION...Drifting DOWN into a nice comfortable
state...Feeling My CAPTIVATING words wrap up your mind. DEEPER
and DEEPER
for Me...My words feel like silver satin wrapping up your
mind....cloaking
you're every...day thoughts...allowing yourself to sink DEEPER and
DEEPER....you can feel yourself so DEEP into RELAXATION ....so
deep into
relaxation....sinking DEEEEPER and DEEEEPER for Me....
"....Leading you into total SUBMISSION, longing to
OBEY....Longing to
please and serve Mistress Shona the ENTRANCERESS....Feeling MY
POWER so deep
inside your mind....Leading you into total submission, longing to
obey,
longing to please and serve Mistress Shona the
Entranceress...Feeling MY
POWER so strong inside your mind leading u into total
submission...My
SEDUCTIVE SENSUAL SEXY words seducing your mind, your whole
being feeling
so satisfied and seduced by My seductive satin like
words...making you FEEL
SO SENSUAL, so sexy... wanting, craving and yearning for My
wondrous
words...so EROTIC. So SUBMISSIVE and so SUBSERVIENT wanting,
longing,
craving....yearning for my words. Right now you realise so
deeply just how
much you long to feel in this wonderful state over and over
again...Feeling
My hypnotic words so deeply inside your mind, NEEDING to be here
time and
time again, so deep inside your own mind, so deep inside the
world of
Mistress Shona, So deep inside THE WORLD OF THE ENTRANCERESS...So
deep
inside your mind...So deep inside the world of the
Entranceress...from now
on each and ever time I welcome you into My Hypnotic World THE
WORLD OF THE
ENTRANCERESS you find yourself sinking so easily and so deeply
into this
wonderful hypnotic state...each and everytime, each time deeper
than the
time before. Yes each and every time I welcome you to my world,
THE WORLD
OF THE ENTRANCERESS you sink so quickly, so easily, so deeply
into deep
hypnosis for me. You have no will...Repeat..."
"I have no will..." said the male voice, dull and submissive.
"You want to submit to me..."
"I want to submit to you...'
"Body and soul..."
"Body and soul..."
"Again..."
"I want to submit to you...Body and soul..."
"Again..."
"I want to submit to you, body and soul..."
"Forever..."
"Forever..."
"You want to be my slave..."
"I want to be your slave..." And so it continued over and over.
"Wake..." I awoke with a start. I was confused, I had lost
minutes'
Hours' I did not know. All I know was that I was on a bed a
darkened room I
went to move.
"Welcome THE WORLD OF THE ENTRANCERESS, Jack." Said the voice,
and
it all became clear.
"Who are you?" the voice said again, and I recognised it.
"Your devoted slave, my Mistress Shona," I said with all the
emotion I
could.
"And how will you serve me?"
"In any way...In every way..."
"Good. Strip for me." I pulled my clothes off of myself,
struggling
to pull my pants over my massive erection. I stood naked in the
dark.
Suddenly, a light flashed on about me, blinding me in a cone of
light. A
tick-tap of a stiletto heel played across the floor, before
suddenly she
stepped into the light in front of me. A goddess of darkness,
perfection in
every way, the sight of her burnt at my eyes and assaulted my
senses. I
threw myself to my knees in a way befitting of one such as I in
her
presence. I look up in awe at her magnificence. I could smell her
perfume,
her sweet fragrance.
"How may I serve you?" Without a word she lifted her skirt to
reveal
that she was wearing nothing beneath it. I suddenly knew how I
could serve
her, and so I lent forwards...
The End
