Sometimes I enjoy being an entertainment reporter. Sometimes I hate it!

Today began as one of those in-between days . . . .

I was on my way to Beverly Hills to do an interview on that kids show hostess, Lela, but she wasn t big news anymore. Her show had already been cancelled a couple of years ago now.

Boy, she was hot then! Her shows were seen around the world. There were even rumors that her show was going to be picked up by the biggest production company in town. You remember how her shows used to go? She would enter in the midst of those sexy, cheer-leading majorettes and the crowd would go wild. People dressed as animals would jump around all over the stage as the audience screamed with glee. Lela was always dressed in thigh-high patent leather boots, hot pants and a silk blouse.
I always thought that was far too much of an S&M image for kids but for a season or two she was the hottest thing on kids TV. When she left one of those big red lipstick marks on some lucky kid s forehead, pre-adolescent boys all over the world went weak in the knees. And more than a few Dads were turned on and went off to the bedroom to seek their own private pleasure after watching this hot TV star.

Then came the rumors of the porn film, the weekends with the soccer teams and tennis players and pretty soon she had faded from television screens.

So here I was, headed to do an interview with a fading kids star, sort of a female Buffalo Bill Jones.
The mansion was a pretty impressive sight as I drove up the winding drive. It was one of those old Beverly Hills homes built by a silent screen star all marble, with 20 bedrooms and two pools and tennis courts setting high on a hill with a view from the mountains to the ocean.

Lela must have saved her money!

I walked up to the large carved door and rang the bell. In just a moment it was opened by two young ladies in majorette uniforms. It was not the welcome one expects at a Beverly Hills estate but after all, this was Hollywood showing its head.

The two giggled and led me into a spacious sitting room. They pointed to an easy chair and told me to sit there while I waited for Lela. They said she would be with me in just a moment.

I waited for some forty or fifty minutes before I heard the click, click, click of high heels on the marble floor. When I turned around, she was there.

My god! I had not remembered how beautiful she was shoulder-length blond hair, the boots and hot pants, the revealing silk blouse. My, oh my . . . how good, how sexy she looked! Then I caught the scent of the intoxicating, very seductive feminine fragrance as she drew near. It was a perfume like none I had ever smelled. It fully enclosed her gorgeous persona.

She held out her lovely hand with its perfectly manicured nails and looked down directly into my overwhelmingly appreciative eyes as I clamored to my feet to greet her.

I m glad you came, she said in a low, sexy whisper. I think I may have need of your services. Please, be seated. Would you like some coffee?

Sure, I said, but I m here to interview you, not to sell you my services.

With an almost shy smile She responded Oh, I wasn t thinking about paying you.

One of the majorettes came in with a cup of coffee and I drank it as I talked with Lela.

What have you been doing since the show went off the air? I asked.
Well the whole idea of the show was to get seed money for my new project. I want to become the uncontested ruler of a Queendom of my very own. But to do that I needed to have a large amount of cash and capital to finance an exhaustive scientific study.
Most men do as I tell them because I am so excitingly beautiful. I have studied the male psyche and have found it very simple to manipulate many others by just the right touch, look or gesture. But to actually rule a Queendom I require even more control over my subjects. Therefore it was necessary to develop a process to subjugate men quickly, completely and permanently. That My little servant-to-be is the nature of the research I have been doing since the show went off the air.

She smiled condescendingly at me as though what She had just said made perfectly good sense.

Oh boy, I thought, maybe I do have a story here Kids Show Hostess Goes Nuts! the headline swirled in my conniving mind.
She kept looking at me with those lovely but wicked sexy blue eyes like a cat about to devour a trapped mouse. Finally she spoke.
I was thinking I might need a good media person to avoid looking bad to the public or attracting too much unwanted publicity
. . . a sort of spin doctor. And I would like for you to do that job for Me.

I sort of chuckled to myself as I answered. I m not sure I could do that. I already have a good job. But I certainly would like to continue our interview.

I got up to move closer to her a move no mouse would ever consider nd one I could never retract . . . but before I could make that potential mistake Lela told me to stay right where I was . . . not to move.

For some reason I sat. It then became obvious that I needn t move to get near this delectable morsel. She stood up, walked over to where I was sitting and sat down very close to me. She was taking control of the interview. What little control I thought I had was lost in the blinking of an eyelash . . . Hers!

With Her index finger, She lifted my face to look into Her gorgeous eyes . . . and She just looked at me . . . stared at me . . . transfixed me with Her lovely, teasingly wicked eyes.

You must understand that you have no choice in the matter. You will learn to serve Me as do all those who live here in the mansion. You will very soon learn to be quite thrilled and happy with any opportunity to carry out any and all instructions or commands I deign to give you.

Her voice was soothing, hypnotic, controlling . . . Her perfume filled my mind. I couldn t get my mind off Her wonderfully intoxicating feminine scent. Slowly She took a small perfume atomizer from a nearby table and sprayed it toward me. As if I really needed more!

Let Me explain, dear boy………

I was successful in My research and found a combination of drugs and pheromones that can take over anyone s mind. The drugs were in your coffee. The pheromones are in this perfume. Your mind has been yours . . . but soon it will be mine permanently!

The smell . . . it was so exciting . . . I didn t want to………
. . . I couldn t . . . escape it. I wanted to obey every suggestion . . . every command . . . She uttered.

She kept looking into my eyes and forcing me deeper and deeper under Her control. I don t know how long we stood frozen with Her gazing deep into my eyes with Her beautiful, compelling hypnotic stare. I couldn t look away and as each second passed my desire to resist Her lessened. And, my opposing desire to surrender myself, my will, my mind and body to her increased. It increased finally to a point that it became my only desire, my only obsession!

She whispered in that sexy accent of Her s Her breath hot in my ear, Who are you?

i heard my voice respond as if it came from far away, i am Yours . . . i . . . i . . . i belong to You . . . . She smiled a smile of triumph. you are My slave! From this moment on . . . forever . . . I own you!

You . . . own . . . me . . . , the far away voice echoed.

Kneel down before your Owner, slave boy.

i knelt

Pull out that ever-so-active, aroused and appreciative manhood for Me to see! Let Me see how your manhood feels knowing that I own it, as part of you, as another one of My slaves.

i fumbled with my zipper, exposing my manhood, proudly displaying it for my new Mistress.

She reached down and grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back. Look up at Me! She ordered.

i looked up at the blond Goddess. Then She lowered Her beautiful face inches above mine, so close Her soft blond hair softly brushed the sides of my cheeks.

i thought She was going to kiss me. Then slowly, She let spittle form on Her luscious lips and it oozed, then fell, into my open, waiting mouth. i swallowed, gratefully. In just minutes She had broken and enslaved me.

i was Hers!

She guided my hand to my manhood and whispered in my ear, Play with it, slave-boy!

i began to play for my Goddess.

As you fondle that pitiful little thing you are falling deeper and deeper and deeper under My control . . . you are submitting to My will . . . you fall deeper into submission . . . submission to My will . . . .

i was gone!

All that existed for me was this oh-so-alive Goddess. Her voice . . . ! Her commands . . . !

i would do anything to please Her!

Now, My little slut-slave, you will become another of My little cheerleaders, wearing hot pants, panty hose, and shaving you body. We may even have a little operation for you soon! your job will be to help Me control PR and promotion. Do you understand?

i understand and will obey You, Mistress Lela, i answered obediently, like the slave i had become.

This will be your last big thrill as a man, My pet, so it will be your best ever. Keep stroking. Faster! Faster! She commanded. And i obediently stroked and stroked harder and harder, as fast as i could.
i loved the feeling as Her voice guided me toward the ultimate thrill, the one She had told me would be my last. i loved Her.
What did She have in Her other hand? It was a cup which She proceeded to hold under my now throbbing and totally enthralled manhood.

Now slave! She screamed. Now!

Ahh-h-h-h-h . . . !

The tea cup was filled quickly. Then, as i relaxed, She lifted the cup to my lips.

Drink! She commanded.

The warm liquid flowed down my throat as Lela stroked my hair . . . .
i fainted from a complete overload! Obviously the sheer excitement at the conclusion of this marvelous ritualistic initiation into Lela s stable of happy, loyal, obedient and eagerly subjugated male (to become female) slaves was more than my pee brain could handle! When i finally woke up after what may have been days under additional sedation, i was dressed like the cheerleaders! my skin was smooth and i had even started to grow breasts! i guess it doesn t pay to resist a woman who owns a drug manufacturing company!

The doorbell rang and i heard a voice coming to me through a loud speaker system. martha, on your toes, answer the door.

i obediently walked down the hall to follow Lela s orders and opened the door. There stood a handsome young man.

Lela walked up to us both. She was as beautiful and sexy as ever. martha, this is bob. he doesn t know it yet but he will soon be our financial advisor. Be a good girl and get him a cup of our special coffee. . .