They had met two years before when she was a graduate, fresh out of engineering school, and he owned a medical supply company. She came to him with this great new invention. Marta s electronic sensory mechanism could control pain, reduce anxiety, and help people change their habits: quit smoking, drink less and stop using drugs. She wasn’t finished, however. She needed money for more equipment to complete her research and testing. She had asked the owner of the company, Tony DiPaglia, for a little more money to develop her project, telling him that it could be his biggest money maker. Tony had just looked at her, laughed and said, Untried invention. Untried inventor. No, I won t invest my money in your project but since you are such a cutie, I will give you enough money for a week or two in a hotel. Of course I would expect you to be real, real nice to me . . . you know what I mean. . . . 

That pompous, arrogant prick! Marta thought to herself. Here I come to him with a great business proposition and he propositions me . . . he tries to put the make on me! What an egotistical jerk-off! She got up from her chair to leave, turned back to him and said, Not now . . . not ever . . . will I be nice to you, you low life jerk. You ll be sorry you didn’t invest in me and my work. And someday sooner than you expect you ll be very, very sorry.

And she left . . .

Two years had passed, almost to the day, when the two of them met again. Only the roles had changed. Marta s name was now on the door and Tony was in her office. Her company, M. Somnat Psycho-Quantum Mechanical Research, Inc., had been very successful, rising fast in the business world. And Marta was President and CEO.

As Marta sat behind her very-impressive executive desk Tony sat across from her, his hands folded in his lap. Calmly, confidently, she spoke. Well Tony, the reason I invited you here was to make you an offer. With my products and your distribution channels, I could make unlimited amounts of money. I would like to buy your company. Ten million dollars. No more. No need for a proxy fight either. I will get it, one way or another, so make it easy on yourself. Take the money and walk away.

Well, Marta, I will admit that you have proven your point. You have done extremely well for yourself in the past two years. Very well indeed! But my whole identity is tied up in DiPaglia, Inc. If I lost it I just wouldn’t be myself. I must admit that your offer is tempting but I just can t accept. Maybe some kind of minority stake or junior partnership would be okay but I just can t sell the company. I won t sell, and that is final.

Marta smiled at Tony. Just as I figured, she thought to herself, he doesn’t want to sell. But she knew that her plan would work, the plan she had been mulling over for the past two years.

I thought that is what you would say, Tony. I figured you wouldn’t want to sell but I had to try. And now, at least allow me to fly you back to the East Coast on my private jet. It is all warmed up and ready to go.

Tony was amazed at how much money she had made in only the last two years. She made him uncomfortable. The little bimbo he had tried to put the make on was now in a position to buy his company. She was full of self-confidence while his was fading fast. But he had too much male pride to give in to her request to buy him out.

He wondered why he hadn’t been smart enough to invest in her two years ago when she gave him the chance. Hell, if he had, he might have even gotten a little action out of her. Who knows, but at least he could fly home on her jet and avoid the crowded airport gate and all those slobs on the plane.

She rode with him in her limousine on the way to the airport, sitting a little too close for his comfort. He could feel her warmth, smell her perfume. She really made him uncomfortable and yet he didn’t understand why. When they arrived at her sparkling black jet adorned with her company logo, she got out and accompanied him on board, telling him that she had an appointment back east and would be flying back with him. She buckled herself into the seat opposite Tony.

As the jet shot into the sky Marta moved over to Tony s side. Have you seen Casablanca lately? she asked. I have a wonderful library of classic movies on board. We can watch one during our flight. Would you like that?

He loved old movies. Maybe the flight wouldn’t be so bad after all, especially with this gorgeous blond creature beside him. He might be in awe of her rapid climb to power but one thing was certain he still had the hots for her! She was so tantalizing, so sensuous, with the aura of sex spilling from her perfect body. But he shuddered at his thoughts and resolved to himself not to get caught up in such an idle day dream.

As Marta pushed the button to lower the movie screen, Tony struggled to put on his ear phones. As he turned his gaze to the screen a strange low humming sound came from the ear phones. He glanced over at Marta, but she just smiled and shrugged. He turned his attention back to the screen, waiting for the As Time Goes By theme to begin.

Something about the sound was unnerving, Tony looked expectant and somewhat puzzled, but he continued to stare at the blank screen. As the lights went down and the cabin darkened, he saw a few faint ripples of color play across the screen. Soon the colors started to take shape as circles emanated from the center and slowly expanded until they reached the edge of the screen and disappeared.

The humming sound continued but was somehow relaxing to him. His scalp started to tingle and the sound seemed to become clearer. A rushing, wind-like sound, perhaps with voices but barely audible seemed to form a background to the humming.

Mike continued to watch as the colored rings formed, expanded, and then vanished. It gave the illusion that he was moving while the circles were stationary. It felt as if he were being gently drawn forward.

The sounds . . .
The circles . . .
So soothing . . .
So relaxing . . .

He wanted to ask Marta about something but instead his mouth slowly fell open. He just couldn’t think of exactly what it was he wanted to say. He found it so hard to think and then he realized it was so much easier just to sit and wait for her to explain what was happening to him.

Sit and wait and watch and listen . . . so pleasant . . . so relaxing . . . no responsibility . . . just enjoy. . . .

Every time he thought he figured out the pattern of the expanding circles they did something new so he felt he had to keep watching in order to figure out the new pattern. The illusion of movement was much stronger now and he had unconsciously given in to the sensation of moving into the circular patterns.

The humming, the voices . . . they were becoming more insistent now. He could hear them coaxing him, asking him, ordering him, to keep watching as the smooth, relaxing motions of the rings of light pulled him onward.

Tony realized deep in his subconscious that something very, very unusual was happening to him. However, he felt so calm, so relaxed, so at ease, that he couldn’t focus enough attention to be concerned about it. And so he just kept watching the screen, listening to the voices and the humming.

Something was preventing him from looking away from the screen. He stared intently at it and all of a sudden he felt drowsy but the circles on the screen prevented him from thinking about that or the fact that he was frozen in his seat, unable to move.

Was, perhaps, something else causing this? Something far more subtle, and even sinister something his senses could not detect. Maybe it was some kind of high, or low, frequency radiation . . . or maybe even rays of high velocity subatomic particles. What had Marta told him years ago? He just sat there, trying to figure out why he was so relaxed, and so helpless.

Marta watched Tony carefully. His eyes were wide and glassy as he stared helplessly at the spinning circles on the screen, his mouth hanging open.

Finally Tony was able to decipher the voices in the humming noise from the ear phones. It was Marta talking to him in a very pleasant, soothing, sing-song fashion.

Marta, sitting nearby, could tell by Tony s reactions that her voice was penetrating deep into his wide open, receptive mind, as he continued to stare at the circles. She could see that he was becoming helpless to resist her commands. She was sure because that is what her invention was designed to do. If the fool had only listened to her two years ago he would have known that!

As Her commands washed over him, he fell deeper and deeper under Her mental control. Relax and submit . . . relax and submit . . . listen to My voice and obey all of My commands . . . you will feel a deep irresistible urge to allow me to take complete control of your mind and body now . . . you must enter a deep, submissive, hypnotic trance . . . a trance that only I your Mistress can control. Obey your Mistress . . . obey . . . obey . . . obey . . . submit . . . give up . . . now . . .

And he did give up. he felt himself going under . . . going into a deep, pleasant, submissive hypnotic trance. There was only Her voice . . . Her soothing, commanding voice . . . Marta s voice . . . his eyes blinked twice, then closed. he was Hers!

She placed Her delicate hand on his chest to feel his heart racing in spite of his peaceful appearance. Even now, while helpless in My control, you are afraid. And you have every reason to fear Me, My pet, for I am taking over your mind. I am making you My slave and you are totally helpless to stop Me. But you now begin to desperately crave to belong to Me, and to serve Me as My lowly, obedient slave.

Subconsciously he knew what She was doing. he understood what was happening and thought of trying to resist but consciously, he was totally powerless to resist Her. She was right. he felt a powerful urge to submit to Her. It would be so pleasant to be Her slave. he nodded. If that is Your desire, Mistress. . . .

She chuckled to Herself. Good boy, She said.

Above the humming, tony could clearly hear Her voice as She drove him deeper and deeper under Her control. his face was now totally blank, his eyes were glassy and open wide as he gazed, slack-jawed, in total fascination at the ever-expanding circles on the screen.

Obey Marta . . . obey only Her . . . above all else you yearn to be Her slave . . . She is your Mistress . . . your Goddess . . . your Owner . . . you are Hers . . . Hers . . . Hers. . . . A broad smile played across Her face as She implanted the orders into tony s open and receptive mind.

Her pulse began to race as it became more and more obvious that She would be able to make tony do anything now. Absolutely anything! Clearly, tony yearned with all his mind to obey. To be Her complete slave. Marta s voice was controlling his every thought, commanding him to obey, to surrender to Her control.

you are mine now, aren’t you tony?

Yes Mistress.

you have to do whatever I command, isn’t that right?

Yes Mistress.

That is because you are My slave, is that correct tony?

Yes Mistress, i am Your slave . . . Your slave. . . .

Then get down and kneel before Me, your Mistress, slave boy!

The now-submissive executive immediately fell to his knees before his Glorious Goddess and begged that She would keep him as Her faithful and obedient slave. The humming noise fell silent and the screen retracted into the ceiling of the cabin.

We are just beginning our journey, My slave. Soon we will be at your office but you will remain under My control. My will dominates yours. I control your thoughts and actions. isn’t that right?

Yes Mistress . . . Your will is mine will. . . .

So deep was the trance that tony had not noticed that the jet had landed, or that he had been driven to his office. But he did regain some awareness as he stood before all the women in his office. he listened as Mistress Marta spoke to him: From this moment forward when I compel you to look into My eyes you will fall into a submissive trance. you will have to obey every command when My eyes command you. My every command will excite you and fill your little soul with joy and gratitude to Me that I have even deemed you to be of some use to Me and worthy of serving My needs in some small way. Understand?

She held his face in Her hands, forcing him to stare into Her large, deeply hypnotic eyes. his entire consciousness became fixed on Her gloriously, dominating eyes. Now She didn’t even have to use the machine. Just one look from Her could send him deep into a happy submissive hypnotic trance. he continued to stare reverently, adoringly into Her eyes, feeling them pull him in deeper . . . deeper . . . he was falling into Her eyes now . . . deeper . . . deeper. he was drawn into Her eyes . . . helplessly . . . willingly . . . deeper. he stood before Her, awaiting Her commands.

Sign these papers, tony. They transfer ownership of your company to Me. I m going to pay you $100. Don t you think that s enough?

he nodded and signed the papers She had thrust into his hands.

Now, My little slave boy, time to learn a lesson. Have you ever mistreated any woman in this room?

tony nodded yes, unable to lie to his Mistress.

Probably, She said, because you don t respect women. Perhaps you should spend some time as a woman so you might understand. Is that right? you d like that, wouldn’t you?

Again, he helplessly nodded in agreement. he knew She was always right.

Marta spoke to the women who were watching Her, amazed at Her power over their ex-boss. Could you bring Me some of your clothing? I m sure everyone has some little extra piece they could spare so We can make a nice girlie outfit for slave tony. Or maybe I should say t-o-n-i-e!

She then ordered tony to strip naked. Unable to resist Her commands, he removed all his clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. Now he stood totally naked before all his former female employees.

A mismatched and illfitting outfit consisting of pink panties, a blue bra, a tight yellow knit top and a black mini skirt was put together. Finishing it off were white anklets and a pair of green high heel shoes.

Well, put them on, you jerk! And quickly! Marta ordered. Transform yourself from a lowly brute of an animal into something that seeks to emulate a true human life form.

Everyone laughed as tony put on the too-small, laughable outfit. his hairy legs were in contrast to the feminity of the silk panties while now fully-erect cock helped make his image more ridiculous.

Marta took some cosmetics from Her purse and applied a sloppy coat of lipstick, a dusting of red color to his cheeks and black eye brow pencil to his eyes. he looked pitiful but he was helpless to resist this humiliating situation. Marta s sexy hypnotic eyes continued to hold his heart and manhood hostage.

Ladies, She said, I am going to let any or all of you take out a little fun revenge on your former ass of a boss.

Each of the ladies that tony had previously harassed with his crude off-color barbs and propositions was allowed to swat tony s bare butt to her heart s content as he was made to hold his mini skirt high above his waist.

What the women did not notice was that Marta was now holding a video camera and getting all the fun and humiliation of tony on the record. It was obvious from seeing the size of his hot, hard cock, that he was enjoying the spanking from the ladies. Now you may stroke your cock tony, while the ladies and I watch. Jack off for us, you jerk-off! But don t you dare cum till I give you permission. And there he stood, humiliating himself even more as he stroked away on his cock in front of all the ladies who formerly worked for him, all of whom now stood pointing and laughing.

Marta turned to one of the women and said, “Go get the stock boy in here.”

One of the women soon returned with the 18-year-old stock boy who was stunned to see his boss in such a state.

Marta looked into tony’s eyes and said, “tony, to over to Billy the stock boy and kneel down in front of him.”

Several of the women grabbed Billy’s arms to hold him motionless as tony fell to his knees in front of him. “Now tony, I want you to take Billy’s cock out of his pants and suck on it. Let’s see what a big slut you really are.”

At first, Billy fought the head job from this man, his former boss, now in drag. But like most males, his resistance became lower when a pair of warm lips surrounded his now-hard cock. Besides, the women were all kissing him and running their hands over his body and squeezing his hot balls. Plus he remembered how nasty tony had always been to him so he rationalized getting a blow job from a man with how embarassing it would be to his former boss when he realized what he had done. Billy saw that Marta was filming everything so he knew that tony would suffer complete humiliation. It felt so good, this slut slave slurping at the stock boy’s immense hot, hard cock until suddenly it spewed its hot load. Marta pulled tony’s face away from Billy’s cock as it shot wave after wave of hot juice all over the feminized slave’s face.

“Now you may cum, tony,” She said.

And of course, the camera had caught it all on film. Every bit — tony sucking the stock boy’s cock and then Billy cumming in his mouth and all over his face. It was recorded . . . forever!

With the snap of Marta s fingers and a command to awaken, tony found himself on his knees in front of his former employees in women’s clothing, with a fresh load of his own cum on the floor in front of him and something all over his face. he looked at Marta and said, I ll just fire these broads, kick you out of here and no one will be the wiser!

Turn and face the television tony, Marta said as She began the replay of the video of him in women’s clothing and all the women in the office taking turns spanking him as he pleasured himself. And then came the images of him on his knees, sucking the stock boy’s cock and taking his load!

he turned back to Her in horror, but with one look into Her eyes, he was back under Her spell . . . he was Hers.

Good boy. Now tony, you make sure you send Me all the profits and do everything these ladies tell you to do. They will be your bosses from now on and I am certain they will think of a lot of special things for you to do for them. Right ladies? And I am also sure Billy will enjoy being serviced by you on a daily basis, right Billy?

Billy grabbed hold of his still-hard cock, smiled, and walked toward tony . . .