She hadn’t intended to meet him.

In fact, she had taken a conscious decision not to.

He was perfectly capable of getting a cab, after performing a little ‘task’ at the airport to ensure that when he arrived, he would be properly – appropriately – prepared for her initial interview.

She loved first meetings.  All the hours, weeks – months even – of preparation now coming to fruition.  When she took control.  Total control.  Complete and utter domination.  And that wonderful moment when they realised that they really were going to become a submissive slave.  The realisation that, in fact, the process had begun a long time ago.  That it was now well progressed & irresistible.  She loved it when they felt the jaw-dropping reality that SHE was in control.  Of them.  And it was now just a matter of time.  Always slowed down, so that they experienced every last element of the step-by-step process which would render them hopelessly, helplessly – but always consciously – aware of their fate & the terrifying [for some of them – hah! – s.o.b.’s who had thought they were ‘playing’ her or just playing along] realisation that sooner or later [depending on her whim – slow or quick – but not too quick] they would succumb.  Utterly.  Deliciously [for her] and – depending on her whim & his performance – quite possibly exciting – & assuredly instructive for him.

In fact, she had planned this particular first meeting with more than her usual care.  He was quite old – over 70, but appeared to be in good shape [she had implanted some exercise commands – walking, a few work-out routines, less eating & drinking].  She liked [hey she always liked to use her powers of suggestion once she had initial control.  It wasn’t just the improvement of the subject’s health & appearance [men had that awful belly – ugh], it was as much the fact that she was issuing commands to be obeyed that turned her on.  It was always such a rush to know that at a certain time – even thousands of miles away – a subject [she was a Queen, right?] was obeying her suggestion, instruction, command – whatever.  And doing what she told him.  THAT was the blast.  Power.  Total control.  To do whatever she liked.  Whenever she liked.  For as long as she liked.  The ultimate aphrodisiac.

And this one.  She had led him, step-by-meticulous-step to the state in which she now had him in.  Utter submission & obedience.  Adoration [naturally].  Love [of course].  Submission [now you’re talkin’, honey].  Obedience [YES!!  Obedience to every instruction].  Step by step.  The triggers.  Carefully implanted.  The programming – so carefully & patiently installed, the brainwashing & conditioning.  The hand-written lessons.  The verbal recitations so assiduously learned & repeated word-perfect [tho’ not ever acknowledged so by her – hah!  LOL].  Then the rituals at specific times.  The moon cycle & the worship routines she knew he had performed [those pics were such a turn-on].  The certainty that he was listening constantly to random tape sessions – or specific sessions she occasionally dictated when she planned to follow-up with a precise embedding of a required attitude or belief or simply a characteristic she decided he needed – either created or perhaps enhanced.  Now, he was almost the finished article.  Almost.  He wore the chastity tube she had decided he should always wear.  Plus the heavy slave ring.  Dressed in pretty feminine underwear.  Yes, he had been brought step by step.  Sometimes there had been resistance.  Not conscious.  Just his natural, conservative, male mien.  He was quite intelligent.  Not as clever as he thought he was.  Typical male.  Aware of his condition.  Her control.  And happy with that.  His dead wife/mistress had laid the ground.  All hypnosis is self hypnosis.  But he had not complied so easily on occasion.  More an evasion than disobedience.  He liked to obey.  He was a natural subbie, though with certain ‘top’ characteristics – ‘switch’ maybe?  Hmm.  We’ll see.  Interesting thought.  Perhaps.  One day.  Nah.  Hmmm.  With specific, limited, powers – could be interesting.  Could be fun.  For a change.  But limited.  No ‘male’ bullshit.  I may quiz him sometime.  See how his dominant side operates.  He’s quite independent.  Not sexually.  But definitely a free spirit.  Self sufficient.  Self-contained.  Strong sex drive.  Well directed – his dead wife.  He liked being controlled.  By her.  He liked to obey her.  He wanted to obey her.  And did.  Now, he likes to obey me [hah, ‘likes’ isn’t the word] – I’ve broken him.  Now he obeys me!  Wants to obey me.  MUST obey me.  Hmmm, yeah………..Evasion.  Just skipped over the command.  Hoping I wouldn’t notice.  As if………  I’d given a clear instruction.  Almost slipped my attention.  I had so much on my mind at that time.  We’d even talked about it.  I sent an email instruction.  In the pile of all the other commands – which he obeyed to the letter – this sort of slipped under the radar.  When I realised…………..  wasn’t sure if he’d overlooked or avoiding or was actually consciously refusing to comply.  Set him up.  Selected a few tapes to soften him up.  Then the two-step.  First to make him more receptive to the trigger.  The pre-trigger trigger!  Hah!  Then I put him under.  On the phone.  Full program.  Deep.  Pictures arrived next day.  Complete collapse of the underground fighters.  Victory for MM.  Again.  Ho hum.

Then the electric conditioning.  Implanted the 6 words.  Those six magic words.  It will be fun to use them face to er – face as it were.  Hah!

 

The more she thought of what she had done to & with this particular subject, the more pleasure she felt.  There was something about him.  Not only did he love her & obey her [goes without saying ‘may deah’], he was loyal & supportive.  From the start.  He liked her.  His motivation may have been sexual & submissive [God knows he was kinky enough] but he was sincerely supportive even before she began truly to take control.  Kinda funny.  In a pompous, English sort of way.  But he made her laugh.  And he wanted to be useful.  Which is why he’s arriving today.  C.O.D. for further training.  Deep.  Real deep.  Robotization………….  Hmmm…..  Sounds good to me.  Some real, serious bdsm.  I’ll slap his little tight ass.  And more.  Use the numbers.  Oooohhh, I can feel that right where I live.  Mmmm hmmm.  He’s a wuss.  ……said so.  But a slave.  He’ll do what he’s told.  Everything.  Because I can!  It turns me on.  A wuss is he?  What did he say?  Made me smile……….  Not important, he often makes me smile…………..

He’ll make, & do, & accept anything, everything I tell him.

 

All of which had led to today.

Suddenly, with hardly a thought – pure impulse – she was in the car.  Plenty of time.  Traffic is calm.  Even if I miss the flight, he doesn’t know I’m coming [well, not exactly coming, Judge, just very, very excited.].  if I miss, I can still be back well before his cab arrives.  May not meet him.  Maybe just look him over.  I’m sure I’ll recognise him – even with his clothes on.  Six foot he said.  Probably five nine or ten.  Red face.  White hair.  White teeth!  That was fun!  He thanked me.  “Of course….” I said.  “…..I have your best interests at heart, slave.”

Maybe I’ll take him to my hairdresser.  Show him.  Like a pet.  He is a pet.  MY pet!

“Here he is, folks.  This is my English slave from France that I told you about.  See his teeth.  Yeah.  English teeth, I’m afraid.  But you should have seen them before.  Now, I just might be prepared to look down between my thighs at his open mouth with, at least, whiter teeth.  Tell them slave.  Tell them how I made you get your teeth done in obedience to me……………..”

 

The flight had been on time.  He felt great.  A long, deep sleep – despite his excitement.  The stop-over in Paris had been smooth & the trans-Atlantic journey peaceful & calm.  He’d stretched out on the vacant seats & slept deeply.  Woken.  Drunk some water.  Mentally recited his ‘lesson’ 20 times [as instructed – as if he needed any stimulation his erection hard in his underwear – no tube to keep him in check.  He’d enjoyed the feeling of arousal – a minor temptation…………….resisted.]  Slept again.  Woke as the Boeing circled LAX.  Immigration & Customs no problem.  He wondered if they’d looked closely at the contents of his baggage.  Hmm.  As Mistress had instructed, he’d brought everything.  All the toys.  Again he felt a thickening in his cock at the prospect.

Again, as instructed, he’d found a gents washroom & quickly shaved & freshened-up.  Then, he’d fitted the slave ring & tube – pleasantly surprised at the minor difficulty of a growing erection seemingly reluctant to be contained.  Just obey.  Don’t think, just obey.  All squared away.  Now…………

He entered the concourse, aware that his heart was beating quickly.

‘I’m here.  I’m doing it.  I’m going to be completely enslaved & trained & brainwashed into sexual submission & obedience.  As if I’m not already.  Three weeks.  Of obedience & submission.  I wonder if I’ll last.  SHE’s aware of my age.  Said so.  It suits HER.  I just hope I suit HER.  Now.  Some cash.  Then a cab.  East Atherton.  About half an houyr I reckon.  Don’t telephone.  Just arrive & obey.  It’s why you’re here.  To be trained.  Completely.  In total submissive sexual obedience.  To the woman you adore.’

He felt himself beginning to recite his lesson.  Like a mantra.  Of obsquience & supplication.  The act of acknowledgement of his lowly status calmed him & he strode with calm poise towards the cash machines.  No need for a car yet.  Mistress had told him that would be attended to later.  “………….just enough cash for the cab.  Recite your lesson from the time you get into the cab until you arrive at my door.  When you arrive, ring the bell & kneel with your head down, staring at the ground.  And wait……….”

His tube was tight around his erection.  “I’m going to be HER slave.  For three weeks.  …rest of my life more like.  France/  SHE says she’s excited about it………….I hope I just PLEASE HER.  Just do what SHE wants.  No matter what.  Everything.  Jesus!  I’m so excited.  I feel like a kid.  I just hope SHE…..  Too late now, Mike.  This is it.  Next stop, total sexual [and all other] submission & obedience.  I want it.  I really want it.  But I am nervous.  A seventy-one year old kid.  Completely under the control of a woman he’s never met.  Crazy.  But sooo exciting.  You only live once.  I just hope I don’t disappoint HER too much……..

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

my name is michael snell.

i am under.  i can’t think straight.  i feel so……………controlled………..SHE is breathtaking!  More than i ever imagined.  SHE is beautiful.  Powerful.  Demanding.  So dominant.  i’d do anything for HER – i want to obey……………to submit………….TO PLEASE HER……

Mistress Marquesa owns me.  i belong to HER.  i am HER slave.

When i first met HER………..so unexpected..i would have done anything………at all…………i probably did.  It’s all a dream………….i am sooo submissive & sooo aroused i can feel my tube so tight…..

Mistress Marquesa is my Domme. i am HER sub.

i know i’m standing here.  Obeying.  Submitting.  To my Mistress who owns me.  Doing what i want to do.  Being HER slave.

Mistress Marquesa controls my mind.  Her will is my only will……….

 

 

She took her time getting the car.  No rush.  He’ll stand there until I release him.  Saying his little mantra of submission………….getting all horn-doggie & submissive & obedient.  Softening him up……….not his little pecker………. well & truly captured in Mistress Keyholder’s chastity tube…….lol.

As she swung the car round the corner to the passenger approach she saw him standing exactly where she’d left him.  Quite tall.  Funny clothes…. that would have to be changed!  A new outfit.  Something snappy.  I’m not going to be seen with someone dressed like that!  Even a slave.  Especially a slave!  It reflects on my taste!  Goddess, I feel great.  Girl, you sure did the right thing to come here.  Caught him by surprise.  Me too.  Didn’t know I was gonna do that.  Didn’t know I was gonna do anything.  Instinct.  True, feminine instinct………….and look at him.  Still as a statue.  MY statue.

 

She pulled the car alongside the waiting man.  His eyes were closed & he stood erect – to attention –

‘………bet his little pecker would be at attention if it wasn’t under my control……..’

She pressed the button to open the passenger window & leaned across to speak.

“Open your eyes.  Get in.  Put your bags in the trunk.  Keep thinking your mantra.  Don’t speak……………”

As he sat beside her, she smiled,

“Close your eyes.  Recite your mantra softly.  I want to know you’re saying it, but I don’t want it getting on my nerves…………..too loud!  Softer.  Good.”

 

As they left the airport, she calmly considered her next move.  He was under.  Well, not exactly.  Just obedient (very obedient – GOOD).  What shall I do with him?  Want the first few hours to set the programme for the rest of his stay.  When I get him home……………… ohhh gal, really turned-on aren’t we?!  He’s kinda cute.  Just like I remember him.  But what to ………………….

 

As she entered the Freeway, she felt even more relaxed & confident.  It was going soooo well!  He wasn’t half bad.  No movie star – for sure.  Not bad looking.  Average.  And he was an ‘older man’ but quite a dignified older man.  HER older man.  At the interchange she took a right – away from her direction of travel.

…..it’s along here somewhere.  I remember.  With a view of the traffic & some countryside.  Quiet – maybe deserted.  Yes!  Right here.  Now……………

 

As she pulled on the handbrake she turned towards him, switching off the motor.

 

1. Stop.  Wide awake now.  Good.  Deep breath.

 

“Hello michael, my pet.  Welcome to California.”

His smile was 200 watt.  Eyes wide pure delight & adoration [a girl should take such a look & bottle it].

“Thank YOU, ……….. Mistress.  I am so glad to be here.”

“How was the flight?”

“Just fine. Thank YOU.”

“You don’t look tired – how do you feel…………..?”

“I’m on top of the world.  I………….i am so grateful YOU allowed me to come………”

He gazed at her in a slightly bedazzled way, overwhelmed with adoration & reverence.

This is sooo great.  I haven’t been looked at quite this way since High School Prom – where’s my orchid?  Many slaves full of adoration – many.  But not like this one.  For a long time………………

“Would you like to stretch your legs?  There’s a bench along the way – over there.  We could sit awhile………….”

They strolled casually, he relaxing as she intended.

“What?  Ah.  What do I call YOU?  I mean………….”

“We talked about this on the phone.  Mistress will do.  I am.  And I’m comfortable with that.  OK?”

“Yes.  I mean, Yes Mistress.  That’s fine.  As YOU say, YOU are …..ah…”

She smiled lazily – teasing him with a full-face pout.  “You’ll get used to it……..There are many things you’re gonna get used to…………”

“Whatever YOU say, Mistress.”  His smile was relaxed & genuine.

This is gonna be fun, I just know it!

 

They sat for nearly an hour, chatting amiably.  There were occasional silences as each absorbed & considered the information being transmitted & received.  He felt so completely at ease.  Happy & excited.  Animated & responsive.  Open.

 

SHE’S a dream come true.  I haven’t felt this way since…………..since Annie.  I just knew I would.  SHE’S lovely.  Funny.  Direct [so American].  I just hope I can be sufficiently interesting for the next couple of weeks   How can I keep up with HER?  To HER standards?  I’m old.  I shouldn’t have come.  She’ll get sick of me very quickly.  I have nothing to interest HER.  I am nothing to HER.  Over the internet was fine.  Fantasy.  Even the phone calls.  Being ‘hypnotised’ – yeah well…………  Sort of.  Self-hypnotised as SHE so accurately said.  SHE’S seen it all.  People like me mean nothing to HER.  Ah well………..if she dumps me, at least I’ve been here – with HER.  Can’t ask for more than that.

I love her.  I’m in love with HER.  I know what SHE’S done to me – what I’ve wanted HER to do to me.  I don’t feel jealous or possessive.  Truly.  But I do so want to be in HER presence.  To please HER………

 

Suddenly she spoke in fluent French.  Startled, he did not fully comprehend what she had said.  It was in French.  Fluent.  He felt dissociated.  A short phrase.  But he could not remember exactly what SHE had said.  It was enough that SHE had said it.  He sat, still smiling at HER.  Calm.  Ready.  Waiting.  Prepared.

 

Marquesa watched him carefully, making no effort to disguise her interest in the effect on him of her statement.  ‘I said it right.  …….been practicing that for a week with the help of a French friend.’

“Tell me, michael, my pet.  Have you ever been hypnotized?  Hmmm?”

He returned her look openly.

“YOU told me that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis.  I’m not sure whether I’ve been under YOUR hypnotic control or just going-along……………”  He smiled without guile.

“Do you think it would be exciting to be hypnotized by a woman?”

“Yes.  Yes Mistress, the thought is very exciting……..”

“Do you think it would be exciting to be hypnotized by me?

He flushed slightly, still staring steadily into her green eyes.

“Yes.  Yes Mistress.  It would be…………..”

“You would have to co-operate……………”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Completely.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I mean, you would have to want to be hypnotized.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“By me.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You would have to be prepared to do everything in your power to co-operate with me in becoming my hypnotized subject.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She stared at him steadily.  Girl, this is such a turn-on.  He’s soooo susceptible.  All those sessions of brainwashing.  All that planning.  All his training.  NOW!

“Listen to me, slave.  You have never been hypnotized.  In fact, you think you are incapable of being hypnotized.  By anyone.  But.  You desperately want to hypnotized by me.  You have a yearning hunger to be my hypnotic subject.  You would do anything to become my hypnotic subject.  Anything to be under my hypnotic control.  You want so much to be hypnotized by me & put into a deep hypnotic trance under my absolute hypnotic direction & command. Do you understand..?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Say it.”

“I want to be under YOUR hypnotic control, Mistress.”

“Tell me, in your own words how much you want me to put you under my hypnotic control.”

“Mistress.  I beg YOU to hypnotize me.  I implore YOU to put me into a deep hypnotic trance of submission to YOUR hypnotic control.  Please turn me into YOUR hypnotic subject.”

“If I agree to do this.  To put you under my hypnotic command & make you hypnotically obedient to my will, you must agree to co-operate to the utmost of your ability to become my hypnotic subject, completely obedient & submissive to my hypnotic control.  Do you agree?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Say ‘I agree Mistress.’”

“I agree Mistress.”

Veerrry good.  Now listen to me slave.  You will remember what you have agreed to do.  Remember what you want me to do to you.  To turn you into my hypnotic subject.  Completely under my hypnotic control.  You will remember these things & how much you want to become my submissive, obedient hypnotic subject – and how much you will co-operate with me to submit yourself to my hypnotic contol.  Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will remember these things, but you will forget that I have told you to remember them.  You will forget that I have told you to fully co-operate in submitting to my hypnotic control but you will remember that you will fully co-operate because that is what you want more than anything.  Do you understand, slave?”

He seemed to shake slightly under the overwhelming onslaught of her prevailing mind on his own.

Unblinking, he responded.

“Yes Mistress.  I understand.”

Her smile broadened.  The smile of a tigress.  Then her face softened into its normal charming repose.  Her full soft lips, so perfectly coloured in her favourite hue parted to reveal her perfect white, even teeth.  Her eyes twinkled.  She was content.  Satisfied.  Nigh exultant – that would come soon enough.

 

“Oh my.  Look at the time!  I have sooo enjoyed our little tete a tete.  Oh my pet.  How I look forward to your stay.  Her perfect cheeks dimpled charmingly.  As you know, I’ve told sooo many people about your visit with me.  Oh!  I have  great idea.  Let’s call by my pedicure girl.  I’ve told her all about you.  And my hair stylist – she’s just a block away.  You know that we California girls tell our beauticians everything.  They know all about you!  I’m just so proud to show you off……………”

She paused, her eyes wide with animation & excitement.  They narrowed as she looked more serious.  “……………..No.  There’s plenty of time.  Some other time.  Come lover.  I’ll take you home.  You can rest & get settled.  I want you to meet the girls.  Julie & Conchita.  They’re my dear friends & colleagues – employees but we’re soo close.  I love them to bits.  They’re dying to meet you.”

 

He rose immediately, smiling & relaxed.  His gaze was true love & adoration.

“Why – er- sure.  Er.  Mistress.  I’d love to.  But I don’t feel tired at all.  As I said, I slept on the plane.”

Her smile was sincere.  “You’re a honey.  C’mon.  I want to show you off.  Then we can relax together & I can get to know you better.  Let’s go.”

 

to be continued………………