Dr. Marlina Montefiore was a gorgeous, fabulously sexy, dominant and commanding woman. She had not always lived those last two traits, however. She sat in a large leather chair in Her opulent office as She contemplated all that had transpired in the last few months . . . all the changes. Her mind raced back to the argument She had with Her husband who had recently been hired as a press assistant to a conservative candidate for the U.S. House of Representatives.

“Honey, it’s not that I don’t love you,” he said. “It’s just that the congressman is so, uh, conservative and you’re. . . you’re . . . you’re a foreigner. Well, you know . . . .

Her husband John had invited her to dinner in the fanciest restaurant in town. She thought it was in celebration of his new job. But he thought that she wouldn’t make a scene in such a place when he dumped her.

He was a well muscled young man with magazine-model looks who had been in Her psych class in college. He had mounted a whirlwind campaign to sweep her off her feet and to woo and win her. Then, after they were married, she supported him as he got an undergraduate degree in public administration and a graduate degree in media relations. That, along with his “whiteness” made him a perfect hire for the soon-to-be congressman’s campaign but, of course, only if he could dump his “foreign baggage.”

Now that he had graduated and was earning good money, he really didn’t need her meager college teacher’s income to support him. So when it was suggested to him that his wife could be a problem in his political future, he decided this was the ideal time to drop her.
“You’ll hear from my attorney in the morning Marlina. I won’t ask for much maintenance,” he said as he got up and walked out the restaurant door. He had been right about one thing: she had been too shy and embarrassed to cause any sort of disruption in public so there she sat—alone—crying.

And she was getting madder . . . and madder . . . and madder . . . !

She examined in her mind her life as a psychology instructor at a small college. Her volunteer work as a counselor for the 12-Step Program to End Addiction centered at the college. All her time spent doing good did her no good.

Just then, Frank Sutton, one of her attendees from the program stopped by the table to say hello and—he hoped—pet her lovely tight fanny. He was rich, obnoxious, cheap, and an alcoholic. He had come to her sessions for the last trait. The first—his money—was his only redeeming quality. She didn’t like him, nor did anyone else for that matter other than those who mistakenly fantasized about sharing his wealth. He was selfish and rude and more than once he had tried to grab her ass or a tit during a counseling session.

She was mad at her husband . . . she was mad at Frank . . . she was mad at all men!

Carefully she thought out in her mind a complete change. No more Ms Nice Gal. She would be in control. She would decide what was right! And she would start right now with Frank, the asshole!

“Sit down Frank. Let’s talk,” she purred as she fluttered her dark lashes. Surprised, he sat down. He had wanted to have this beauty before him, doing his bidding, servicing him, since the first time he saw her. She had never shown any interest before, maybe tonight would be his lucky night.

“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me, Marlina?” he shot at her for starters, laughing at his poor excuse for a joke.

“Oh God,” she thought. “old, rude . . . and boring too. He certainly has it all. . . all bad!”

She reached out and gently held his hand. “Frank, do you remember in our sessions we have a phrase that helps you relax and go into a comfortable, restful place? Do you remember what the phrase is?”

“Sure I do Marlina, but this isn’t a session. You can’t relax me unless I cooperate. And tonight I don’t want to relax. I want us to have a  fun night, full of hot, uninhibited action! Now that we are finally together I want to be awake when we leave here. I want to take you back to my place and let you do me. Wouldn’t that be nice? If you are really good I might even pay you. You know that I am very wealthy, don’t you?”

She smiled—almost sympathetically—at her first conquest. “Resistance is futile,” she whispered into his ear.

Being a science fiction fan, he had chosen the popular movie line as his “trance phrase.” As soon as he heard the three words his eyes became so heavy he could hardly keep them open.

“Don’t try to fight it frank, just relax,” She purred.

frank was cognizant of the trap he had fallen into but try as he might, he was unable to break the spell.

“I am no longer just your counselor, I am your Mistress, your Goddess. Starting right now you will do everything I say and now, you are unable to keep your eyes open.”

She watched as his eyelids fluttered and finally fell shut and his body went limp in his seat. “frank, I am becoming the center of your life—your universe. From now on you shall live only to obey and worship Me. you can’t disobey any command I give you. Our phrase has taken you to a land that only I rule.”

Slowly the newly-created slave nodded in agreement. Just then the waiter arrived with the steaks that Marlina and Her husband had ordered and sat them on the table. The waiter was momentarily confused that a new dining partner—a sleeping one at that—had joined the lovely dark-haired beauty but She dismissed him and he left.

Marlina addressed Her entranced victim. “you only exist to worship Me and obey My commands . . . to obey Me . . . isn’t that true?”

“i . . . i . . . exist only . . . to worship and obey . . . ,” he said haltingly. The hesitation was to be expected. usually when he was under Her hypnotic spell She helped him to overcome his addictions. Now She only exerted Her power over him.

“Say it again, frank.”

“i worship . . . and i obey You, Mistress!” It came easier this time.

“Again.”

“i worship and i obey You, Mistress!”

“Mistress Marlina.”

“i worship and obey You, Mistress Marlina,” he responded with no resistance and absolutely no hesitation. he was Her’s!

“Open your eyes, frank.”

he opened his eyes at Her command.

“From now on, whenever I say our phrase you will immediately fall into this compliant, subservient state. No struggle. you will worship Me and give Me the strictest obedience. Just My toy . . . you are now just My plaything.”

“Your plaything . . . ,” he responded.

“you find Me irresistible. you will send Me flowers, gifts, money . . . all just to get My attention and a little approval.”

“i will send You flowers, gifts, money . . . ,” he responded.

“frank, do you love Me?”

“You are irresistible . . . .”

“you love Me. Say it!”

“i love You.”

“What would you do for Me?”

“i would do anything for You, Mistress Marlina!”

Ah . . . a real breakthrough. She hadn’t told him what to say. his answer showed his submission was totally complete.

And he would just be the first. The powers and techniques She had just used so easily would be used again and again to gain wealth and status. A list of victims danced in Her head.

“frank, My toy, you are thrilled and excited being so close to your Goddess. It is quite obvious that you love being My slave, My obedient puppet and plaything.”

he nodded his complete agreement, his breath quickening, his heart pounding, his hard, throbbing manhood fully erect, expressing its total agreement!

“It’s okay to touch yourself, My pet. I know you are turned on by My nearness. It’s okay, I understand. It will help you to take this opportunity to seal your complete submission to Me with a fitting ceremony.”

Slowly, frank began rubbing his crotch under the table, totally oblivious to his surroundings.

“you would really enjoy it more and it would feel better if you actually touched your skin. Take it out and let it really worship Me!”

Each of Her bold assertions triggered a response in his mind. he fumbled with his zipper, then pulled his manhood from its hiding place and out of his underwear, unleashing it—erect. . . throbbing . . . so appreciative of its new Mistress. . . so grateful to Her for this kindness. he was Hers, all Hers, and only Hers!

Her dark, sensuous, hypnotic eyes burned deep into his soul. She mouthed the words, no sound was needed, “Stroke it for Me, slave boy.”

Faster and faster he went, excited by Her nearness . . . excited by her beauty . . . excited by her power . . . unable to resist—powerless before Her—he stroked.

She leaned over and whispered in frank’s ear, “When you are ready, I don’t want you to let any fall to the floor. Catch it all in your hand and save it.”

Just as if Her words were an irresistible command, he spewed forth, saving it in his cupped hands.

“Now frank, put it on your potato. It will taste so much better than sour cream. you’ll just love the taste!”

frank did as ordered, pouring the juice from his hand onto his potato.

“Now eat, My pet,” She instructed Her slave.

As if he did it every day, frank wolfed down his potato with its special sauce.

Triumphant, Marlina stood up and started to walk away, leaving Her entranced puppet with a few extra commands. “In five minutes you will wake up and call for the bill. Remember your obedience to Me, remember our phrase—but forget what has happened here until I command otherwise.”

And then She was gone.

Later that week frank called the new press assistant for the senator. frank told him he wanted to make a big donation to the senator’s run for office and they agreed to meet at frank’s suite at the Watergate.

When John arrived there was a special strobe light—an invention of Mistress Marlina—in the room. As it blinked, a muzak-like background music played a special subliminal message. Soon, Marlina Herself entered the room and spoke with both men. As the meeting ended, John had decided to give half his salary—forever—to his soon-to-be ex-wife Marlina as a divorce settlement.

Other meetings were arranged for various local executives over the following weeks at Marlina’s office. The dean at the college. A loan officer at a bank. The police chief. The mayor. Soon all the important men in the city—those with access to money and power—visited Dr. Montefiore’s office and became very helpful to Her.

And why not . . . they all desired to love, worship and obey Her. In fact they existed only to worship and obey her!

And now, nearly six months later, She sits in Her office, waiting for the senator-elect to visit Her for his first appointment. She would talk to him about prejudice, racism . . . and . . . his enslavement! She was certain he would listen and adjust his political outlook appropriately in return for the privilege of serving such a deserving lady.

When he arrived, Marlina immediately put him at ease, telling him to have a seat in the large leather chair. As She sat down at Her desk She pushed a button and the strobe light began to blink and the music began to play. “Now Senator,” She began, “let us discuss—just between the two of us—your stand on Women’s rights. You do agree that Women are the Superior Sex, do you not? And you do agree that men should obey the wishes of the Superior Woman, do you not? And you do agree that men are here only as workers—slaves, actually—to toil for the Queen, to make Her life total bliss.

“Look at Me . . . look deeply into My eyes . . . look into My eyes and listen to My voice. That is all that exists for you now . . . the sound of My voice and My Divine Presence. you want to serve Me, don’t you senator. you wish to use your power to further My power, don’t you senator? You want to please Me and only Me. Say it. Let Me hear you say it,” She commanded.

The look in his eyes told Her She had captured another lowly male as Her slave. She smiled an evil smile as She heard him say, “i want to please You. i want to serve You. i wish to use what little power i have to further Your power . . . “

“Mistress,” She said, “you are to call Me Mistress. I am your Goddess and you will do as I say. you, a lowly male, must always address Me as Mistress, Mistress Marlina. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Marlina. i am Yours to command, Mistress. You are my Goddess, to worship and obey . . . “

“Good, slave boy. It pleases Me that you are such an obedient slave, such a fast learner.
“Another thing, slave: when you are in the presence of your Goddess in private, you are always to be naked and on your knees with your worthless head bowed unless your Mistress gives you permission otherwise. Strip! Now!”

The senator ripped at his clothes, causing a laugh to come from his Mistress. She had never seen a more eager slob. he didn’t unbutton his shirt, he just ripped it off. In no time he was out of his clothes and on his knees. She smiled to Herself when She saw how totally excited he was, his manhood standing hard, at attention. “Boy,“ She thought to Herself, “this one is a corker.”

The Mistress opened a drawer in Her desk and took a crop in Her hand. She rose and walked around to the front where the senator knelt. It was time to begin his training. Time to teach him total subservience to Women. Time to teach him the wonderful feel of the crop.
he was Hers . . . all Hers. . . another triumph for the glory of Womanhood . . .