“I see your twenty and I raise you one hundred,” I said, throwing six red chips into the kitty at the center of the table. It was a fairly safe bet, but my poker buddies couldn’t know that. They hadn’t seen the three queens sitting in my hand. Not yet.
I had silenced my phone and left it face up on the table next to my pile of chips. It began to vibrate, the screen lit up. I winced as I recognized the number.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I declared to the other players. Rising from the table, I took my phone out into the hallway and put it to my ear.
“Hello,” I said into the receiver, not able to conceal the guilt in my tone.
“I’ve been waiting at the restaurant where W/we arranged to meet for ten minutes,” she answered. The sound of her voice gave me chills. “Why aren’t you here?”
“I’m sorry,” I replied, “I got cold feet. I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m playing poker with some friends.”
“No you’re not,” she declared.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“I said you’re not playing poker with your friends. Listen to My voice….you can feel yourself getting very sleepy….so relaxed….”
I don’t remember what happened for the next half hour. My friends later told me that I never returned to the table. I stood in the hallway for fifteen minutes or so, listening to my phone. Then I walked out of the house, got in my car, and drove away without a word to anyone.
“One…two…three!”
Her voice brought me out of trance. I was standing in a living room I had never seen before. The décor was uncluttered and tasteful, the lights were dimmed. She was sitting before me in an elegant upholstered armchair, wearing nothing but black lingerie and black stiletto heels. Her curly blond hair was teasingly mussed, her magnificent legs were crossed to draw my eyes like magnets. Her gorgeous tits thrust upward as if to defy me to ignore them.
Most unsettling were those emerald green eyes. As I looked into them I could feel her burrowing into my soul, just like the first time I had locked eyes with her the week before at a bar by the ocean. I drowned so deeply in those eyes I thought I would never emerge again. In some sense I never had.
“You’ve been a naughty boy,” she said. “No one stands Me up.”
“How did I get here?” I whined, realizing as I did that I was stark naked. Despite my confusion and fear, my cock stiffened painfully at the sight of her and the sound of her voice. Her allure was too powerful to resist. It overwhelmed every instinct I had for flight or self-preservation.
“You drove here, silly boy. How else?”
“Why don’t I remember driving here? Or taking my clothes off?”
She laughed. “I hypnotized you, of course. Yes…I thoroughly entranced you. But even before I entranced you, I had entranced you, isn’t that right, pet?”
I shook my head, too disoriented to cope with riddles. “Look…” I pleaded, “I really like you, but….”
She interrupted me with a loud laugh. “You ‘really like Me?’ Listen to yourself. When we first met you practically turned into a puddle of desire at My feet.”
It was true. I had never felt anything so powerful. I wanted her so badly she terrified me. She still terrified me. I began to tremble, though the room was not cold.
“Look at your cock,” she continued, smirking sexily at my crotch, “the way it has become a tree trunk despite how scared you are. You ‘like’ Me! Get real.”
“It’s just…things are really complicated for me, now,” I stuttered. “I’m not ready for a new relationship.”
“No man is ever quite ready for Me, pet,” she declared. “What you’re ready for doesn’t matter. I told you the night W/we met that I want you.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes…I know…” I moaned. “I was very flattered…”
“That wasn’t flattery,” she corrected me.
“What was it?” I asked, feeling as stupid as I sounded.
“It was a prison sentence,” she explained. “When I want a man, he is Mine. If that isn’t dawning on you by now it will, soon.”
I swallowed hard and squinted about the room, looking for some sign of my clothes. “Please…” I whimpered.
She laughed again. “Shhh, pet. Don’t fuss or fidget. If you act like a baby I will have to treat you like one.” With this she picked up something that was on the floor next to her chair. It was a baby bottle filled with formula. Holding it up and rocking it gently as one would to show it to an infant, she purred, “This was meant to be a dinner date, after all. If you can’t be a man, I will make you suck your dinner through a nipple.”
She was trying to humiliate me, and it was working, in large part because she was also massively turning me on. She is so goddamn sexy. I could picture myself curled up in her lap, the smooth skin of her thighs supporting my ass, the lush pillow of her breasts cradling my cheek, sucking on the bottle as she held it to my mouth, cooing soft encouragement. The image flooded into my mind involuntarily, and my whole body responded. My nipples became hard. My heart pounded. My cock became even stiffer, which hadn’t seemed possible. A moan of mixed shame and yearning escaped my lips.
She smiled broadly, in satisfaction rather than surprise. She saw everything that was happening inside of me and had expected it all. A gleam of triumph lit her exquisite eyes that made her even more irresistible.
“We’ll see what will go in your mouth later,” she declared, putting the bottle back on the floor. “Come lay across my knees meanwhile and receive your punishment.” She uncrossed her gorgeous legs and patted her lap, summoning me.
“Punishment!?” I blurted, finding my voice despite the mist of arousal fogging my brain.
“Of course,” she beamed, smiling flirtatiously. “You’ve been a bad boy and must learn your place.”
“I’ve never been spanked in my life,” I protested.
“Well, you know what they say…” she drawled, “there’s a first time for everything, pet. In your case I would say it is high time.”
“How will you make me?” I asked, unable to conceal a tremor of fear. “Will you hypnotize me again?”
She chuckled at this. “No, silly. I could if I wanted to, but I won’t have to. You are going to surrender to Me willingly.”
“That’s nuts.” It was a brave statement, but my tone lacked conviction.
“Hardly,” she said. “You gave in to your fear and insecurity and skipped our dinner date because W/we hadn’t seen each other for a few days. But now that you are here with Me you won’t be able to bear walking out My door. You want Me too much. You need to know what I will make You feel…”
She patted her lap again. I began to tremble all over. After a minute of hesitation, I staggered silently forward. Half disbelieving my own actions, I lay down across her lap so that my ass stuck in the air.
“Bad boy!” she yelled, bringing the flat of her palm down, smack! My ass became a swollen mound of pain.
“Aaargh!” I screamed. Smack! Smack! Smack!
I bucked and squirmed. “Shhhh, pet,” she ordered. “Don’t be such a brat! Take your punishment like a good slut!”
The spanking seemed to go on forever. The pain was horrific. I howled and pleaded. But my cock stayed hard the whole time. I was in agony and doubly ashamed (ashamed of submitting to her abuse, ashamed of being such a wimp about it), but I was also turned on like I had never been before in my life.
“Do you want it to stop?” she finally asked.
“Yes! Oh, please yes, stop!” I cried.
“Then call Me ‘Mistress’,” she commanded.
“What?” I babbled.
Smack! She slapped me with double force, making me issue a high pitch scream like a tea kettle. “Call Me ‘Mistress!’” she repeated. “Say, ‘Mistress, please stop.’”
“Mistress, please stop!” I pleaded. When she finally stopped I collapsed like a rag doll across her lap, exhausted.
“Enough fun,” she declared. “Get up, shitrag.”
I began to move, but she slapped me back into place, making me shudder and grunt in agony.
“When I give you an order, you say, ‘Yes, Mistress!’” she instructed.
“Yes, Mistress!” I repeated obediently.
I pushed against the side of the chair and pressed my toes against the floor to rise from her lap, but as I did so the muscles of her thighs closed around my rigid cock and squeezed, pulling me back down.
“What’s the matter, slug?” she demanded. “Do as I say! Get up!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. But when I tried to rise she again clamped her thighs around my cock and pulled me back down.
“Why won’t you move, fucktard?” she goaded, her sexy voice dripping with teasing sarcasm. By now my cock and balls were afire with pleasure, and as she pulled me down again with her gorgeous thighs, I could feel my insides turning to molten rapture.
“Oooooooh….” was the only reply I could summon to her teasing command.
She continued to goad me. At first I wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to obey, but eventually I surrendered to the temptation and simply pumped my hips in time with her thighs, willing myself to explode. I knew I had become a disgusting animal, but I couldn’t stop myself. The feeling of being in her power was too delicious.
As I was about to burst, she clenched her thighs around my cock and stopped my motion. I wriggled and flailed, trying to push myself the last step toward catharsis, but she had complete control.
“Uhhhhh….” I groaned, unable to form words but trying to make her understand how much I needed to release.
She knew what I wanted without being told. “Beg Me, slut!” she commanded.
“P…p…please, Mistress!” I begged.
“Please, what? Say it, shitrag!”
“P….p…please make me cum, Mistress!”
A long, slender finger plunged into my ass and up my rectum. For a moment I felt probed and violated, but in the same instant I realized that I had just been given what I’d begged for. My world exploded in hot ecstasy.
I had never experienced an orgasm like it in my life. My body bucked and quivered for a full minute before the torrent of semen stopped spraying from my cock. I could hear her satisfied laughter as I drooped over her knees again, spent.
She released my cock from between her thighs and shoved me roughly, rolling me to the floor. I lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling, my mind a blur. “Clean your mess!” she directed, pointing to her shoes. I turned my head and saw that her shoes were covered in a web of sticky white goo. She had milked my cock with expert aim.
“Yes, Mistress!” I assented, without giving it a second thought or offering a moment of resistance. Rising to my hands and knees, I set to work licking my cum off of her stilettos.
“That’s a good pet,” she observed with satisfaction. “That’s a good cumlicking slut.”
When she was satisfied, she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up onto my knees, facing her. “You’ve had your dinner,” she declared, “let’s seeing what we can find you for dessert.”
She pulled down the fabric of her brassiere off of her left tit with one hand, and drew me forward with the other. “Suck on this,” she ordered, putting her nipple in my mouth. I sucked greedily, my cock stiffening again despite how thoroughly my balls had just been drained. I made soft mewling sounds of satisfaction as my mouth worked, and she could feel my hot tears of shame and joy on her tits.
“Shhh….shhh…it’s all over now, pet,” she cooed. “You’re Mine now…”
The End
A Friend Indeed
I found the shrine three weeks after moving into my new house. It was a secret room, secluded in the rear quarters of the beautiful old colonial manse in upstate New York. I had purchased the house, along with the fifty acres of property on which it was situated, hoping to have some seclusion. I had decided to retire as a hermit after the company I founded was bankrupted by the pandemic and my girlfriend left me.
I arrived on Space Station Shakti along with the rest of the delegation. I am lead Psychologist, since my doctoral research had focused intensively on the benefits of hypnosis in treating neurosis. Like most members of the team I approached our mission with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. We had all seen the sensational stories in the media; we had all heard scandalous tales and fantastic rumors. What could possibly be going on at Shakti? 
General Markov grimaced as he watched the team of special operations analysts file into the conference room. He had suspected that this meeting would be a waste of his time, and everything about the appearance of this team confirmed him in that belief. Though they wore military uniform, nothing about them looked soldierly. They were old, out of shape, and poorly outfitted. The leader of the team, a balding man with a scruffy mustache who looked like he might be an accountant when he was not on active duty, had pinned his insignia to his shirt collar incorrectly.
