At long last did the date of kenneth’s first training session arrive.\u00a0\u00a0The moon, stars, and other celestial bodies were exceedingly luminous for this time of year.\u00a0\u00a0The gentle breeze brought a crispness to the night air.\u00a0\u00a0Had it been necessary for him to drive through a pouring rain, a shower of sleet, a torrential hailstorm, or a snowy blizzard–such a circumstance would have mattered little to dr. barker.<\/p>\n
Mistress Minerva-Aspasia greeted him warmly at the door.\u00a0\u00a0Her perfectly pedicured, prettily painted feet were shone off atop a pair of five-inch-high, open-toed blue suede shoes.\u00a0\u00a0She was seductively, sensuously, and suggestively swathed in a sheer, slinky, (Sthenelides melancorypha)-colored, chiffon sheath.\u00a0\u00a0The two apparently altered slits, at some time, may have been more obviously provocative.\u00a0\u00a0They did at least hint at the lacy, coquettish camisole clinging closely to Her considerable, compelling, commanding curves.\u00a0\u00a0Her delicately scented ash-blonde hair flowed down Her back and fell below Her womanly hips.<\/p>\n
his desire was to compliment Her profusely.\u00a0\u00a0All he ended up doing was babbling like a blathering, blithering, blockheaded bumpkin of a befuddled, bug-eyed, butterfingered buffoon.\u00a0\u00a0Never had he seen Her looking like She did now.\u00a0\u00a0Her bewitchingly beguiling beauty was simply overwhelming.<\/p>\n
Mistress Minerva-Aspasia smiled compassionately, coquettishly, commandingly, and conspiratorially as She observed his ever so cleverly commandeered consciousness cutely stuttering and stumbling over his strings of laudatory syllables.\u00a0\u00a0She had hoped Her appearance would be pleasing to him.\u00a0\u00a0She could not be more pleased as She witnessed his swift surrender to Her sensual spells spinning sundry skeins of sexual sorceries.<\/p>\n
Her fireplace and the candlelight gave the parlor belonging to This Lusty, Leggy Lady (Latrodectus mactans) a cozy, convivial atmosphere.\u00a0\u00a0The handcuffs and other BDSM paraphernalia he espied, seemingly scattered haphazardly, unnerved him to the proper and desired degree.\u00a0\u00a0The power of Her pulchritude and the paradoxical perturbation and pacification She precisely produced were but the first two phases of Her plan to play with his physicality and person and to program his prodigious, prestigious personality.<\/p>\n
While they chatted amiably, each of them enjoyed some hors-d’oeuvres and a couple of fine aperitifs.\u00a0\u00a0As their conversation flowed, Minerva-Aspasia and Her guest allowed their ears to drink in the magnificent musical selections She had chosen.\u00a0\u00a0Once Her guest was relaxed and at ease, Mistress Svetpavlovich took their interactions in Her delicate, feminine hands.<\/p>\n
“kenneth, before your formal training commences in earnest, I am going to read you some poetry.”\u00a0\u00a0She strolled over to a bookcase, scanned its contents, extracted the correct volume, and returned carrying the three-ring notebook to Her seat.\u00a0\u00a0While thumbing through this tome, She crossed Her sensuous, shapely stems.<\/p>\n
“I shall now recite Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich’s adaptation of the children’s poem, “The Spider and the Fly” by Mary Howitt.\u00a0\u00a0This special revision is quite suitable for hypnoerotic domination, other forms of BDSM, and other genres of alternative sensual sexuality.<\/p>\n
The Sexy, Sinister Spider Goddess and the fearful yet fascinated fly<\/p>\n
Original poem by Mary Howitt<\/p>\n
With revisions and improvements by Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich<\/p>\n
“Will you walk into My parlor?” said the Spider Goddess to the fly; “‘Tis the prettiest, kinkiest little parlor that ever you may spy. The wicked way into My parlor it is up a winding, mystic stair, And I have many curious things to show and tell and do to you when after you are there.” “Oh no, no,” said the little, leering, leery fly; “to ask me is in vain, For all know who goes up Your winding, wicked stair can ne’er desire to come down again.”<\/p>\n
“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high. Well you rest upon My luxurious, lusty bed?” said the Sexy Spider to the fearful fly. “There are pretty curtains drawn around; the silk sheets are fine, rich, smooth, an thin, And if you like to rest a while, I’ll snugly tuck and spellbindingly cuff you in!” “Oh no, no,” said the little, lusting fly, “for i’ve often heard it said, They never, never wish or yearn to leave who lay upon Your witching bed!”<\/p>\n
Said the Cunning, Sexy Spider Sorceress to the furtive, fascinated fly: “Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection, love, and other things I’ve always felt for you? I have within My pantry and My closets good store of all that’s nice; I’m sure you’re very welcome – will you please to take a whipping and a slice?” “Oh no, no,” said the little fly; “kind, cruel Mistress, that cannot be: i’ve heard what’s in Your pantry and Your closets, and i do not wish nor dare to see!”<\/p>\n
“Sweet creature!” said the Slinky, Sneaky Spider, “you’re thought to be so witty and so wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes! I have a hypnotic, harmless, little looking-glass upon My parlor shelf; If you’d step in one moment, dear, you shall behold your submissive self.” “i thank You, Gentle Mistress,” he-she said, “for what You’re pleased to say, And, bidding You good morning now, i’ll quickly fly up, up, and away.”<\/p>\n
The Sagacious Spider Siren turned Herself round about, and went into Her den, For well She knew the silly, seduced mere male fly would soon come panting back again: So She did wisely weave a subtle, witching, wicked web in a little corner sly, And set Her table ready to dine with and on the flimflammed, flummoxed fly; Then came out to Her door again and mesmerizingly with merriment did sing: “Come hither, hither, pretty slave and fly, with pearl and silver wing; your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like diamond bright, but Mine are deadlier than buckshot made of lead!”<\/p>\n
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly, ensorcelled little fly, Hearing Her wily, flattering, hypnotic words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings he, who shall be transformed into a she, hung aloft, then near and nearer grew, Thinking only of The Spider Goddess’s brilliant eyes and their irresistibly and mesmerizingly hypnotic hue, Thinking only of The Mistress’s loveliness and of Her fine, haughty head. Poor, foolish thing! at last Up jumped the Cunning, Captivating Spider Witch, and fiercely Her feminine spell She cast; She lured Her willing victim up, up Her winding stair, into the delightful, dangerous den – Within Her little parlor – but the submissive’s body, heart, mind, and soul ne’er desired to come out again!<\/p>\n
And now, dear little, childishly masculine men, who may this story read, To hypnotic, feminine, flattering words I know you always shall give heed; Unto an evil, enticing, ensorcelling counselor named Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich you can not close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tiny tale and soon surrender yourself unto The Sexy, Sinister Spider Goddess as Her fearful, fascinated, and fulfilled little fly.”<\/p>\n
After enticingly issuing some seductively sinister laughter, She replaced the book in its accustomed location, returned to Her place on the sofa, and thereafter stretched out and recrossed Her legs.\u00a0\u00a0While stroking and massaging Her long and shapely stems, She steadfastly stared once more into the depths of Her submissive’s eyes.\u00a0\u00a0“If you can pull your eyes and mundane, merely masculine mindlessness away from My irresistibly long and lovely and luxurious legs for one moment, tell Me what is your honored opinion of My harmless, little, fun and interesting, oh so pretty, lovely poem?”<\/p>\n
“If its ‘raison d’etre’ is to witch-craftily stir up desire and trepidation, then You are indeed a poetess ‘par excellence’ and a literary laureate ‘summa cum laude.'”<\/p>\n
“you perceive the facts correctly in your puny, puerile, pathetic, pedestrian, pixilated, pulchritude-paralyzed, puppy-mannish mindlessness.\u00a0\u00a0Be certain and know that such knowledge will never enable you to resist, or escape from Me, Myself, and I.\u00a0\u00a0Now I want you to answer another question.\u00a0\u00a0Tell Me why you wanted to feed Me in My home before asking Me about your becoming My puppy-slave?”<\/p>\n
“Mistress Minerva-Aspasia, i had no idea You were into such things.\u00a0\u00a0i wanted You to be as comfortable as possible when i mentioned my desire for You to be the real life Dupetress of my fantasies.\u00a0\u00a0Suppose i had invited You to my home and told You of my passion for hypnoerotic domination and dupetophilia.\u00a0\u00a0You might have run screaming off into the night and headed for the hills.\u00a0\u00a0If You had said “No,” i thought it was only right for me to be the one who had to drive home.”<\/p>\n
She gave him a quick smile.\u00a0\u00a0“your gallantry pleases Me much.”\u00a0\u00a0Now did She scowl at him.\u00a0\u00a0“However, as you may have surmised, it will not prevent Me from training you properly.\u00a0\u00a0Nor shall it dissuade Me from punishing you severely should such severe discipline ever be warranted.”<\/p>\n
“Nor should it ever do so.”<\/p>\n
She briefly departed from the room and left him to ponder his impending doom, and the forthcoming fulfillment of his fantasies.\u00a0\u00a0When the click of Her footsteps next passed over the threshold, She was holding a long leash in one hand and what appeared to be some sort of a remote control in the other.\u00a0\u00a0At the leash’s end was an apparently custom-manufactured combination barking control and choke collar studded with glittering rhinestones.<\/p>\n
“This evening, there shall come a right and perfect moment when I shall place this around your neck or command you to “Put this on.””<\/p>\n
The puppy-slave’s eyes seemed to grow significantly larger as he quizzically, hesitantly, and skeptically surveyed his Mistress lay down his leash and turn Her attention totally to the remote control unit which now She was stroking so sensuously.\u00a0\u00a0If one did not know better, a person might have believed it was a device designed to deftly deliver ecstatic erotic pleasure to women.\u00a0\u00a0“Mistress, what is that remote’s purpose?”<\/p>\n
“I told You I would punish you severely, if the need arose.\u00a0\u00a0This tiny toy is My means of correcting any of your improper or disobedient behavioral ‘faux pas.'”\u00a0\u00a0She saw his enlarged eyes move and fixate upon the doorway.\u00a0\u00a0“Now, now Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich has always loved Her puppy-slave-boy.\u00a0\u00a0She has cared deeply for him for many years.\u00a0\u00a0Know that your Mistress will never deliberately hurt, or cause any chronic damage to, Her adorable puppy-man.”<\/p>\n
Now did memories of his longstanding relationship with Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich flood his mind.\u00a0\u00a0This very relationship had helped spark his erotic and submissive fantasies and had generated his anxiety about revealing to Her his desire to be Her hypnotized beast and slave.\u00a0\u00a0Now this kinship’s length and depth brought him a prodigious piece of peace of mind.\u00a0\u00a0He could be certain She would never intentionally do anything to harm him.\u00a0\u00a0He also recalled that this fascinating ‘Femme Fatale’ was exceptionally expert in each endeavor to which She dedicated Her time and talents.\u00a0\u00a0A wave of calmness and anticipation soothingly and stimulatingly swamped his self and soul.\u00a0\u00a0“Mistress, i believe You.”<\/p>\n
“Knowing that you implicitly trust Me is a high honor, a great responsibility, and means much to Me.\u00a0\u00a0There are two piddling, little details to which we must attend.”<\/p>\n
“What are they, Mistress?”<\/p>\n
“First, a puppy-man does not speak in English, or any other human language system, unless Mistress Minerva-Aspasia commands it of him or permits him to do so.”<\/p>\n
“Ye, arf, arf, arf, arf.”<\/p>\n
“Good boy!\u00a0\u00a0Mistress is pleased that you caught and on your own initiative corrected an egregious error.\u00a0\u00a0The second item is, a puppy does not naturally wear clothing of any kind.”<\/p>\n
As he panted contentedly, he did not merely remove his habiliments.\u00a0\u00a0She was witness to his performance of a surprisingly sensuous and stimulating striptease.\u00a0\u00a0Once he was finished, he remained on his four paws, softly panted expectantly, and centered his gaze upon his Gentle, Genuine, Gracious, Graceful, Gorgeous, Gargantuan, Gentlewoman-esque Goddess and Mistress.\u00a0\u00a0The puppy-boy-toy’s desire was to amuse his Mistress.\u00a0\u00a0This unsolicited display of sincere devotion did far more than that.\u00a0\u00a0The power She wielded, his willingness to submit to Her whims, and his yearning to give Her any kind of pleasure he could offer Her made Mistress Minerva-Aspasia tingle in Her largest and most powerful sexual organ.\u00a0\u00a0These three things also made Her slightly moist in Her most physically intimate place.<\/p>\n
Mistress Svetpavlovich slowly arose and sensuously sauntered over to stand in front of Her prey.\u00a0\u00a0Once She saw that his eyes were fixed on her, She started slowly swinging the leash and collar from side to side in front of Her bountiful, bewitching bosoms.\u00a0\u00a0The rhinestones softly flashed and soothingly flickered in the glow of the tall, scented candles and the pastoral luminescence of the warm firelight.\u00a0\u00a0As She mesmerizingly manipulated the collar and leash he would soon wear, the wily words of his irresistible induction were soothingly spoken by Her soporific and velvety voice of the black widow spider’s silk and, so much sturdier than, Damascus steel.\u00a0\u00a0“And now, My pet, your eventually and inevitably ensorcelled eyes shall always follow the mesmerizing movements of the leash and collar I hold.\u00a0\u00a0This leash and collar are your doorway, ticket,\u00a0\u00a0passport, and transport to plenteous, powerful, pervasive, and persuasive peeks at peaks of pleasurable passion and pinnacles of passionate pleasures.\u00a0\u00a0This leash and collar are the symbols of your submission and surrender to Me, Mistress Minerva-Aspasia.\u00a0\u00a0Deftly and definitely and defenselessly drawn in to the wisely woven wicked webs of My delightful, demanding, delicious, and domineering domicile and dominion of domination you were.\u00a0\u00a0Yes, you were captivated and captured by your desire and need to serve Me, My dear, My mentor, My friend, and My slave.\u00a0\u00a0All of these things began to be true, from the moment you saw Me bring the vaunted, vile, and vainglorious Madame Gretcheneldagarth Vandergeller to heel.”<\/p>\n
At this point, Mistress Minerva-Aspasia suspended Her puppy-slave’s sensual submission session.\u00a0\u00a0This occurrence was not the choice of either or both of these parties.\u00a0\u00a0Neither of them could stop laughing for some time.\u00a0\u00a0Considering what Mistress Svetpavlovich had been able to do with Gretcheneldagarth, breaking into uncontrollable laughter at the unintentional pun the Mistress had just made was something Dr. barker and Mistress Dr. Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich could in no way or wise resist.<\/p>\n
After their peals of laughter had subsided, once more did She mindfully move his leash and enchantingly intone the words of his induction.\u00a0\u00a0“The desire to be My puppy-slave is so very strong within you.\u00a0\u00a0And yet, you shall discover that the more you submit to your yearnings to submit to Me, the powerful passion to be My pleasing puppeteer’s plaything shall surely become stronger and even stronger and ever even stronger still.\u00a0\u00a0Should you ever, in vain, attempt to resist your desire and need to surrender to Me and My power and the power of My will, then you will learn that your passion to please Me shall certainly increase in strength.”<\/p>\n
As kenneth beheld his friend temptingly towering over him, he realized that all along he had been fascinatingly fearful of and fearfully fascinated by the possibility of Her being, or becoming, a ‘femme fatale.’\u00a0\u00a0Now he consciously comprehended what he had always subconsciously sensed and unconsciously understood.\u00a0\u00a0Her unquestionable intelligence, Her emotional depth and maturity, Her eclecticism and inquisitiveness, and Her raw, animalistic sexual magnetism had increasingly drawn him ever more tightly to Her.\u00a0\u00a0In a flash it was plain for him to see why he really had never remarried after his bitter divorce.\u00a0\u00a0The plain and simple truth was he wanted to belong to his one-time Employee, previous Prot\u00e9g\u00e9, current colleague, and continual confidante–the Woman of women Who called Herself Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich.<\/p>\n
The sight of Her long and lovely legs had always erotically aroused him, from the first day he watched Her statuesque self take those slow and stately, purposeful, and powerful strides into his office.\u00a0\u00a0Now he remembered his idea that if She had shown no skill in dealing with the animals, he would have found some office work for that nefariously nubile, tantalizingly tempting teenager to transact.\u00a0\u00a0Presently another notion entered his mundanely mere male mindlessness and appealed to his carnal cravings.\u00a0\u00a0So long as he was down here anyway, he would not waste this opportunity to surreptitiously scope out the entirety of Her shapely, sexy, sinewy, sinuous, sensuous stems.<\/p>\n
She had long ago suspected he longed to lustfully leer at Her long and lovely legginess.\u00a0\u00a0She knowingly watched him try to unobtrusively move his eyes.\u00a0\u00a0First, She reproachfully clicked Her tongue at him several times.\u00a0\u00a0Next, she leaned forward, grasped his chin in Her hands, and forced his face to turn upward.\u00a0\u00a0“My! My! My! naughty, naughty little puppy-boy, who is trying to be a sneaky, little horn dog.\u00a0\u00a0Trying to sneak a peek up Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich’s sexy dress.\u00a0\u00a0Now whatever will Mistress do with Her very bad, horny doggie-boy and puppy-slave?”<\/p>\n
When he looked up into Her eyes, he utilized the most pathetically pitiable expression he could muster.\u00a0\u00a0The soft, plaintive whine issuing from his lips was intended to elicit a sympathetic response in the Hearer thereof.\u00a0\u00a0Once She released his chin from Her grasp–he rolled over on his back, exposed his stomach to Her, and panted quietly.<\/p>\n
Mistress Svetpavlovich had to work very hard to suppress Her desire and need to laugh, or at the very least to giggle.\u00a0\u00a0How many disobedient doggies or animals asking for affection or desiring to avoid punishment or both had She seen engage in any one of these activities?\u00a0\u00a0For this session to proceed as it should, it was necessary for Her to turn away quickly from the sight before Her eyes.<\/p>\n
She walked over to a drawer, extracted an object which She shielded from his field of vision, and suggestively swung Her shapely, womanly hips as She slowly slithered back to Her Cheshire catbird seat of power on the sofa.\u00a0\u00a0While moving to Her place of power, She sternly commanded him to, “Look at My legs.”\u00a0\u00a0he was well aware that his attempt to do on his own volition what She had now commanded of him was what had gotten him into trouble.\u00a0\u00a0he also was certain that disobedience to any of Her words was unseemly and would not go unpunished.\u00a0\u00a0he carried out Her distaff’s dictum to the letter.\u00a0\u00a0“Come to Me,” She commanded after regally seating Herself.\u00a0\u00a0After his arrival, he sat down doggie style at Her feet.\u00a0\u00a0“Roll over on your back, you cunning and oh so very curious, curly-haired cur.”\u00a0\u00a0Her order was promptly and perfectly executed.\u00a0\u00a0he lay on his back in a human being’s imitation of what a canine would do.<\/p>\n
From time to time throughout the next several minutes, She swatted him on his snout with a rolled up newspaper.\u00a0\u00a0With each swat She uttered a word or phrase telling him how wrong he was for trying to sneakily check out Her much longer lower limbs.\u00a0\u00a0On certain occasions, the downward arc of Her stroke was particularly vicious.\u00a0\u00a0The contact between the newspaper and his nose was always gentle.<\/p>\n
After the administration of the appropriate amount of physical and verbal correction, once again did She swing the collar and leash before Her doggie-slave’s eyes.\u00a0\u00a0“A good pet must be well-trained and very obedient.\u00a0\u00a0My command unto you is to focus your eyes upon the movements of this collar and leash I hold in My hand.\u00a0\u00a0It is your desire to be properly and perfectly trained by Me.\u00a0\u00a0It is your earnest and passionate yearning to obey Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich in all things.\u00a0\u00a0As you continue to watch the slow and easy, mesmerizing movements of the glittering and sparkling collar, you will find that your body is becoming more and more relaxed and tired and tranquil and peaceful and oh so very, very Sleeeeeeepeeeeeeey.\u00a0\u00a0It is vain, futile, and impossible for you to resist and struggle against the gentle and powerful tsunamis of deeply soothing and definitely peaceful relaxation washing over your body and reverberating in your heart, soul, and mind.\u00a0\u00a0This mighty major river of relaxation begins its journey in the tips of your toes.\u00a0\u00a0This soft, soothing, and sensuous stream of deep, deep relaxation is irresistibly impossible for you, or anyone else, to ever resist in any way and at any time and in any place.\u00a0\u00a0Its course continues flowing over your feet and advancing across your ankles.\u00a0\u00a0And now this witching watercourse of soothing tranquility mesmerizingly meanders along, around, and over your shins.\u00a0\u00a0It continues its tantalizing trip encountering and ensorcelling your knees and your thighs.\u00a0\u00a0It is obviously evident that this temptingly tantalizing tide is correctly and quietly making a sensuous safari over your buttocks, hips, stomach, and lower back.\u00a0\u00a0After this, you will soon discover that your upper back, your chest, and your shoulders are becoming submerged within the soothing and swirling pools of pacifying relaxation.\u00a0\u00a0your arms, hands, and fingers are also in their turn experiencing the same relaxation which has hypnotically covered almost all of your entire body.\u00a0\u00a0The calming and captivating course of this mystical and magical stream of deep, deep relaxation is now moving over and mollifying your neck, head, and face.\u00a0\u00a0At last your scalp softly and swiftly surrenders to the siren spell of the restful and rejuvenating relaxation of which I speak.”<\/p>\n
With delirious delight did She spy his handsome physique and internal self surely succumb and certainly surrender to the soporific siren spell She so skillfully spake and so subtly spun.\u00a0\u00a0Now had come the proper time to initiate the process of hypnotically spellbinding Her mentor to Her fine, full, fetching, and fascinating femininity.\u00a0\u00a0“Now, Dr. Kenneth Leroy Barker, you shall listen only to My words.\u00a0\u00a0The only sound of any importance in your entire earthly existence is the soothing and sonorous sound of My velvety, voluptuous voice as it irresistibly issues your captivating and compelling commands.\u00a0\u00a0Whenever you shall hear Me say “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE,” you shall easily and peacefully and effortlessly fall deeper into deep, deep hypnotic sleepiness than you have ever been before.\u00a0\u00a0This shall surely take place: no matter where you are; no matter what you are doing; and no matter what is going on around you.\u00a0\u00a0Whenever you shall hear Me, and only Me, say to you that special hypnotic trigger phrase, “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE,” then you shall quickly go more deeply under the power of My hypnosis than you have ever gone before.\u00a0\u00a0It shall also come to pass that while you are fallen under My mesmeric spell, you shall be completely amenable to My suggestions, My instructions, and My commandments.\u00a0\u00a0Always remember that while you are safely and securely in the curious and cunning and captivating clutches of My omnipotent hypnotic thrall, you shall desire, above all else, to always surrender and submit yourself to My suggestions.\u00a0\u00a0The yearning within you to immediately obey My instructions shall surely and certainly be irresistibly and absolutely impossible for you to resist.\u00a0\u00a0To you it shall seem absolutely absurd to even consider the possibility of disobeying My mesmeric commands.\u00a0\u00a0Be certain and know that the more you obey Me, the more you shall please Me.\u00a0\u00a0Also be sure that the more you please Me, the more sensual satisfaction and stimulating, pervasive, persuasive, and passionate pleasure you shall feel.\u00a0\u00a0Tell Me what will occur whenever you shall hear Me say, “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE?””<\/p>\n
“i will go deeper into hypnosis than ever before.”<\/p>\n
“What will take place within you whenever you obey any of My hypnotic suggestions or instructions or commandments or commands?”<\/p>\n
“i will feel lots of pleasure.”<\/p>\n
“Sit,” She commanded.\u00a0\u00a0She saw him quickly do as he had been bidden.\u00a0\u00a0“Stay.”\u00a0\u00a0Her puppy-slave remained unmoving on his hindquarters.\u00a0\u00a0She carefully and securely placed around his neck the sparkly collar She had used as his hypnotic induction fixation point.\u00a0\u00a0She observed that he remained motionless during this procedure.\u00a0\u00a0“you have done so very, very well.\u00a0\u00a0Know that Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich is well pleased with Her doggie-boy-toy.\u00a0\u00a0When you hear Me clap My hands three times in succession, then your eyes shall open and you will return to your regular and conscious state of mind.\u00a0\u00a0Only after you have heard Me thrice clap My hands, then and only then shall you be temporarily released from the potent powers of My irresistible hypnotic and mesmeric siren spells.\u00a0\u00a0you shall not consciously remember that you have been hypnotized by Me.\u00a0\u00a0The last thing you shall remember is Me standing over you and swinging your collar and leash in front of your beautiful, bedazzled, and bles-sed eyes.\u00a0\u00a0you shall have no conscious memories, I say that you shall have no conscious memory that you have ever been mesmerized by little, innocent, wicked, witching, manipulative, Machiavellian Me.\u00a0\u00a0Only your subconscious mind: which I have wisely wrapped around My little finger; which I bewitchingly hold in the delicately scented palm of My oh so feminine and sexy hand; and which shall remain everlastingly under My thumb’s rule of thumb, shall perfectly remember that when any time you shall hear Me say, “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE,” then you shall quickly and easily and peacefully descend into deep, deep mesmeric sleepiness and be entirely open to obeying each and every one of My suggestions, My instructions, My commandments, and My commands.\u00a0\u00a0When you awaken, you shall feel more relaxed and wonderful than you have ever felt before.\u00a0\u00a0After you have heard Me three times clap My hands, you shall wake up from your hypnotic sleep and feel absolutely marvelous.\u00a0\u00a0These things shall take place, for you and I know that all I say unto you is the absolute and total truthfulness.\u00a0\u00a0Each of us is also aware that My mesmerizing, matriarchal, monumental will surely surpasses in strength your silly, little, insignificant will.”<\/p>\n
Her puppy-slave heard Her clap Her hands three times.\u00a0\u00a0Her sensually seduced slave yawned and stretched contentedly and happily.\u00a0\u00a0The man could not remember ever feeling so rested and, for some inexplicable reason, liberated.<\/p>\n
As he came to himself, he also came to realize that something was definitely amiss, or at least somewhat odd.\u00a0\u00a0he could feel a slight, new pressure around his neck.\u00a0\u00a0His hands felt something unexpectedly surrounding his throat.\u00a0\u00a0A thin strip of leather was also resting on his chest.\u00a0\u00a0his paws, err hands, grasped whatever it was.\u00a0\u00a0Why was he wearing a collar and leash?\u00a0\u00a0The last thing he recalled was watching Her swing that glimmering collar while he listened to Her lovely lilting voice whisper those words about something or other.\u00a0\u00a0The harder he attempted to do so, the more difficult it was for him to remember anything She had said.\u00a0\u00a0It was as if the effort to hold on to these memories caused his mind to grease the skids for his forgetfulness.\u00a0\u00a0Striving to retain his memories was like seeking to hold onto a greased (Hippopotamus amphibius) with one’s hands encased in sopping wet, water-logged catcher’s mitts.<\/p>\n
Above all else, he longingly yearned to give voice to certain quandaries and conundrums.\u00a0\u00a0Foremost in his thoughts at the forefront of his consciousness was Her command that he not speak in any human language without Her leave.\u00a0\u00a0The right decision was plain for him to see.\u00a0\u00a0Obedience was better than employing the most straightforward means of seeking to obtain the desired answers and satisfying his consuming curiosity.<\/p>\n
Two adages came into his thoughts: “A picture is worth a thousand words;” and “The eyes are the windows of the soul.”\u00a0\u00a0Perhaps his facial expressions, and the fine details thereof, would communicate the messages he dared not allow his tongue to tell.\u00a0\u00a0Even if such was the case, there was no ironclad guarantee Mistress Minerva-Aspasia would yield up the answers he sought.<\/p>\n
If what She espied on his countenance and in the depths of his eyes was intended to concisely convey certain questions, then these portents fulfilled their purpose.\u00a0\u00a0She was pleased concerning his continuing compliance with Her command regarding his usage of human verbal communication modes.\u00a0\u00a0This She so showed forth by softly stroking his chin with Her fingernails.<\/p>\n
That puppy-slave, dr. kenneth leroy barker was doing something correctly did not mean Mistress Svetpavlovich would easily give him what he wished for.\u00a0\u00a0She had not even elected to answer any of his silly, little questions at all.\u00a0\u00a0The Courtly Courtesan Conquistador did decide to meddle with him a bit while deepening the depth of his trance states.\u00a0\u00a0“Does My pretty puppy want to talk to Mistress in English in order to ask Her some questions?”\u00a0\u00a0She heard and saw his affirmative answer to Her inquiry.\u00a0\u00a0“Mistress does not think it is time for puppy to yet speak.”\u00a0\u00a0Her slave quickly registered his disappointment with and acceptance of Her decision.\u00a0\u00a0“On second thought, Mistress does have something new to say on this matter.”\u00a0\u00a0It was not possible for him to conceal his hopeful expectancy.\u00a0\u00a0“What Mistress Minerva-Aspasia has to say on said score is, “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE.””<\/p>\n
Down, down, down did deftly descend his captivated consciousness.\u00a0\u00a0Deeper and yet deeper and yet deeper even still into the labyrinthian cosmos of hypnotically mesmerizing, holographically matriarchal human male mind manipulative ministrations of multitudinous mysteriously mystical mysteries.\u00a0\u00a0Several times did She rouse him back to his waking consciousness.\u00a0\u00a0On each such occasion She did immediately employ his hypnotic trigger phrase to perilously plunge him back beyond the borders of his conscious reality.\u00a0\u00a0She did not afford him the slightest chance to have any opportunity to either gain his cognitive bearings or to establish any psychological foothold in external reality independent of Her: insidious, inescapable influence; Her creative, charismatic control; and Her dogged, devilish, distaff domination.<\/p>\n
She elected to give him a rest period in deep hypnotic sleepiness.\u00a0\u00a0During his respite, She mentally outlined some soon to be forthcoming upcoming events in their relationship of Titaness Trainer and puppy-slave.\u00a0\u00a0Before allowing him to return to regular consciousness for a while, She removed Her command concerning his response to the sound of Her thrice clapped hands.<\/p>\n
After he was as fully conscious as a mere man can aspire to be, his physical training continued post-haste.\u00a0\u00a0She had him perform a number of typical animal behaviors.\u00a0\u00a0From time to time She administer electric shocks of various durations and varying intensities.\u00a0\u00a0After one of these She permitted him to converse with Her in English.<\/p>\n
“Mistress, why have You shocked me?”<\/p>\n
“I have told you I would use a number of forms of discipline for any bad behavior on your part.\u00a0\u00a0I want you to experience a few of these methods of correction.\u00a0\u00a0Such experiences will provide you with even more reasons to compel you to avoid and abstain from any appearance of evil, vile, and wicked disobedience.”<\/p>\n
“Mistress, I have never seen, or even heard of, You utilizing electroshock on an animal.”<\/p>\n
“I would only do such a thing to an animal when all other possible avenues for behavior modification had been thoroughly exhausted.”<\/p>\n
“Mistress, then why have You shocked me?”\u00a0\u00a0There was a quizzical expression on his face as he pleadingly looked up into Her eyes.<\/p>\n
“Ah, My pet, dealing with the human animal is an entirely different matter.\u00a0\u00a0So far as My erotic play is concerned, there is a slightly sadistic side to My sensuality.\u00a0\u00a0Watching a powerful person experience some form of pain, and yet come crawling and scurrying back to Me for even more, really turns Me on and gets My juices flowing.”<\/p>\n
“Mistress, how can You be sure the person will return to You?”<\/p>\n
“Because they always do.”<\/p>\n
“Mistress, but why?”<\/p>\n
“We shall see, My pet.\u00a0\u00a0Perhaps you shall soon see.”<\/p>\n
Once more did She forbid him to use the faculty of human speech.\u00a0\u00a0More tricks did She have him perform.\u00a0\u00a0On one occasion, She placed the newspaper She had swatted him with in a location where he could only reach it with his mouth or one of his forepaws.\u00a0\u00a0Thereafter, She gave him the command, “Fetch that newspaper.”\u00a0\u00a0When he raised himself up on his hindquarters and picked it up with one of his hands, once more did She shock him ever so mildly.<\/p>\n
“Now, now! puppy-slave did a naughty, non-fecal, nasty, very stinky boo-boo.\u00a0\u00a0When puppy-slave is in doggie mode, he should never use his forepaws like human hands unless Mistress Minerva-Aspasia tells him to, or he has no other way of obeying My commandments to him.”\u00a0\u00a0She observed him repentantly slinking over to a position under Her feet, prostrating himself on his back and exposing his throat to Her.\u00a0\u00a0All of Her nails quickly descended and scratched his windpipe’s soft and tender skin in the most possible soothing manner.\u00a0\u00a0“Good! boy,” She lauded.<\/p>\n
Once again did he hear Her say, “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE.”\u00a0\u00a0After about a minute of watching him plummet into the spell of mesmeric tranquility, She issued another command.\u00a0\u00a0“Lie on your back as a human being would do.”<\/p>\n
After his compliance came the proper time to trickishly tender teasingly tantalizing tantrism to transport this puppy-man to, what would be for now, the ecstatic apex of potently powerful, physically perceivable pleasure.\u00a0\u00a0She recollected his fascination with Her graceful, gorgeous, glorious, glamorous gams.\u00a0\u00a0All very well and goodie, goodie gumdrops.\u00a0\u00a0It amused Her to think about how soon he would be swept away by the powerful passion produced, in an ancillary way, by his lust for Her legs.\u00a0\u00a0It tickled Her even more to realize She could arrange things in such a way as to ameliorate or eliminate his knowledge of what would soon come to pass.\u00a0\u00a0On a series of occasions, She sensuously stimulated his second brain by spellbindingly stroking it with one or both of Her shoe’s soles.\u00a0\u00a0At other times his cock and balls were hypnotized with one or two of Her high stiletto heels.\u00a0\u00a0When it struck Her fancy, Her stocking-clad feminine foot or feet fervently fascinated his phallus.\u00a0\u00a0Her tantalizingly tempting toes were especially expert when it came to pleasuring his penis and commanding his cock.\u00a0\u00a0Each time She did any of these things, She would supply him with enough stimulation to achieve a state of physical arousal, but not so much satisfaction so as to initiate his ejaculation.\u00a0\u00a0After each bout of stimulation She would allow his prick to become flaccid, or She would utilize his susceptibility to Her suggestions and mesmerically relax him into an un-aroused physical state.\u00a0\u00a0She gleefully gazed upon the involuntary movements made by a bevy of his body parts.\u00a0\u00a0She also smiled to Herself as She precisely played with Her boy-toy poodle.\u00a0\u00a0(The idea of distinguished, debonair dr. Barker mincing or sashaying solely for Her satisfaction in stilettos and a snug, short poodle skirt amused Mistress Minerva-Aspasia to no end.)\u00a0\u00a0Those human sexuality and sex therapy graduate level classes She took had come in quite hypnotically handy and definitely given Her a long, lovely, luxurious leg up.<\/p>\n
While these amazingly aphrodisiacal activities were being adeptly and amorously acted out, She said many things to him in Her velvety voice.\u00a0\u00a0Yea, verily indeed She did speak to him utilizing Her velvety, voluptuous voice.\u00a0\u00a0Her velvety, voluptuous voice which was so sympathizingly soothing, so sexily ‘sotto voce,’ so captivatingly commandeering, and so compellingly commanding.<\/p>\n
“Yes, yes, you are My substantial, substantive submissive.\u00a0\u00a0Submission to your Mistress is your delight and your doom, your peril and your pleasure.\u00a0\u00a0The desire and yearning and need to submit to Me is an unquenchable flame of passion residing in your breast, your body, and your brain.”\u00a0\u00a0…\u00a0\u00a0“It is evident and obvious to you that it is good and right and fitting and meet and proper for you to submit to Me always and in all things.\u00a0\u00a0Crystal clear in your magnificent mind is the knowledge that I am worthy of your submission, your surrender, your devotion, your loyalty, and your love.\u00a0\u00a0Love and trust are the lifelines of our enduring relationship, and the unbreakable cords and chains which bind you to Me forever, and for all eternity.\u00a0\u00a0Be sure and certain and know in no uncertain terms inside the depths and entirety of your being, that I have cast an irresistible witch’s love spell of submission and surrender upon you.\u00a0\u00a0My love spell cunningly and cleverly cast upon the central core of your very essence shall surely increase in strength with each and every word I say and with each and every moment that passes.\u00a0\u00a0It is absolutely impossible for you to ever resist the power of My love spell cast upon you.\u00a0\u00a0It is absolutely impossible and utterly unthinkable for you to even consider the possibility of even thinking about the possibility of trying to resist Me, Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich, and the potently powerful, persuasive, pervasive, pixilating love spells I have cast upon your very essence.”\u00a0\u00a0…\u00a0\u00a0“It is evident and obvious to you that all I say unto you is the total truth.\u00a0\u00a0Know in all sections of your entire being that My velvety, voluptuous voice is the satin and steel, siren’s voice of complete and unquestionable truthfulness.\u00a0\u00a0Because you are certain that all I say to you is the truth, you know, beyond mere knowledge, that I have surely and certainly cast an irresistible and irrepressible and unbreakable and unassailable love spell upon your heart, your mind, your body, your soul, and your essential essence.”\u00a0\u00a0…\u00a0\u00a0“It is all too easy and simplicity for Me to beguile, bewilder, and bewitch you.\u00a0\u00a0Now shall I reveal the meaning of, and the secrets connected to, My given name.\u00a0\u00a0I proudly bear the name of the Roman Goddess Minerva.\u00a0\u00a0Minerva is the Goddess of wisdom, war, weaving, spinning, invention, the arts, science, and poetry.\u00a0\u00a0I am the Goddess of Wisdom.\u00a0\u00a0I am worldly wise in the wanton ways of wily womanly witchery.\u00a0\u00a0I am the Goddess of War.\u00a0\u00a0So far as the art of war between the sexes is concerned, I am the victor and you, My precious puppet of a puppy dog, are My splendiferous, unspoiled, spoiling his Mistress, spoils of war.\u00a0\u00a0Going deeper, falling deeper, descending deeper under My control, under My domination, under My influence, under My ensorcelling siren’s spells.\u00a0\u00a0I am the Goddess of Weaving.\u00a0\u00a0Assumption and arrogance allured Arachne to assertively and aggressively acclaim her artistry and also to assay to array her anemic, in comparison to the Goddess Athena’s, abilities against the awesome acumen of the goddess Pallas Athena in a contest of weaving.\u00a0\u00a0Utterly failing in her quest to defeat the Goddess, this then suicidal mortal female was mercifully metamorphosed by the aforementioned Athene into the matriarch of all members of the kingdom Articulata belonging to the phylum Arthropoda in\u00a0\u00a0the class Arachnida and the order Araneina.\u00a0\u00a0I recall that when you, My pet dr. kenneth leroy Barker, were helping Me mentally master the relationships amongst the biological taxonomic classifications, said relationships from largest to smallest being: Kingdom; Phylum; Class; Order; Family; Genus; and species, you gave Me a couple of mnemotechnical ditties to help Me keep track of their proper arrangement.\u00a0\u00a0One of them was, “Keep phenomenal cows on fresh green straw,” where the first letter of each word in the sentence is the first letter of the corresponding classification.\u00a0\u00a0The other was, “A kingdom possesses phyla composed of classes organized in orders fragmented into families of groups of genera of singular species.””\u00a0\u00a0Now did She giggle to Herself alone.\u00a0\u00a0“I also recollect that while you were instructing Me, you always made certain you were always in the optimally advantageous position to shrewdly stare at My shapely stems.\u00a0\u00a0Why My puppyish puppet is nothing but an old, sly, vulpine victim of My many mesmerizing mannerisms and captivating charms.”\u00a0\u00a0Once again She did giggle at Her helplessly, haplessly, harmlessly, happily hypnotized horn doggie-slave.\u00a0\u00a0For a few moments She did pinch or play with his nipples.\u00a0\u00a0After sufficiently satiating Her mischievously sadistic streak, She recommenced speaking the spellbinding syllables summoning his surreal, surpassing submission and cementing his certain surrender to This statuesque and Stately and Slinky She Vulpine ‘Shee.’\u00a0\u00a0“I am the Sovereign Spirit of Spinning.\u00a0\u00a0I sagaciously and subtly spin sundry, sophisticated skeins of strong and striking strands of soothingly sensual, stimulatingly sexual, supremely satisfying, surreptitiously subordinating siren spells.\u00a0\u00a0I am well able to do this, for I am An Amazingly astonishing, Astoundingly articulate, Appropriately Apotheosized, Alluringly Amazonian, aptly Arachnoid Agency.\u00a0\u00a0Like unto one of the multitudinous wicked webs I spin, so is your daunting desire for My deadly, long legs witchingly wrapped around the very essence of your vivified self–which is subject, subjugated, subordinated, and vulnerable only to Me alone.\u00a0\u00a0It is said that, “Necessity is the mother of invention.”\u00a0\u00a0Surely know and be absolutely certain that Mistress Minerva-Aspasia is The Instinctively Instigating Mother Goddess of Erotic Invention, Sensual Innovation, and Sexual Exploration.\u00a0\u00a0you are Mine, you are Mine, you are all and always Mine, all Mine.\u00a0\u00a0I am The Alluring, Actuating Agency for All the Arts called Fine.\u00a0\u00a0All: Music and song; sculpting, molding, carving, and crafts; and all genres of drawing are My children and My spawn.\u00a0\u00a0I am, as well, the Mysteriously Mystical Matriarchal Muse of all sciences.\u00a0\u00a0With the scientific methodology do I mindfully manifest siren spells’ subtle sorceries.\u00a0\u00a0I am Poetry’s Prolifically Propogational Patroness.\u00a0\u00a0With poems of all types should and shall you ever praise Me.”<\/p>\n
At this point in\u00a0\u00a0 Her entrancement of him: She took several sips from Her drink; repositioned Her fiendishly fascinating feminine form on the velvet sofa so She could stretch out Her lengthy legs over his paralyzed puppy-slavish, form; and placed Her high heels upon his torso.\u00a0\u00a0Playfully did She tantalizingly torment his thorax and abdomen with the taps on Her stylish and sinister-looking stiletto shoes heels.\u00a0\u00a0“And now I shall turn to the significance of the second part of My first name.\u00a0\u00a0I am named after Aspasia of Miletus.\u00a0\u00a0She was the courtesan to, consort of, and confidante of Pericles of Athens.\u00a0\u00a0Pericles, who ruled the Athenian city-state during the zenith of its cultural and intellectual Golden Age.\u00a0\u00a0Pericles was influenced and subsequently spellbound by the wit, wisdom, and wiles of Aspasia.\u00a0\u00a0Aspasia is My foremother in the fine arts and consummate crafts of wise woman womanly witchery.\u00a0\u00a0Socrates, his primary prot\u00e9g\u00e9 Plato, and many of the most intellectually illuminated minds of the world in that day knew of, were influenced by, and revered the unquestionable intelligence emanating from Aspasia of Miletus.\u00a0\u00a0Aspasia, Aspasia, Aspasia, Aspasia–the name sounds like the summoning forth of a sensuously scintillating siren’s spell.\u00a0\u00a0Aspasia, Aspasia, Aspasia–the first three letters name several serpentine species.\u00a0\u00a0I am The Supreme Serpent Goddess of your dreams, daydreams, and night terrors.\u00a0\u00a0As a bird is bewitched by being bedazzled by a snake’s ensorcelling eyes, so you are haplessly, helplessly, and happily hypnotized by My beatific beauty, My compelling character, and My persuasive personality.\u00a0\u00a0I tease you, I torment you, I terrorize you, I tantalize you–and you know you love Me because all these things are so.”<\/p>\n
She relaxed for a few moments and relished the remainder of both of their libations.\u00a0\u00a0“As for My familial name, within its midst is the surname Pavlov.\u00a0\u00a0Ivan Petrovich Pavlov discovered and developed classical conditioning by utilizing the conditioned response mechanism.\u00a0\u00a0A primary or hardwired stimulus, such as food, is linked to a secondary stimulus, as in the tinkling of a bell, in the subject’s mind.\u00a0\u00a0Sensual pleasure is for you a primary stimulus.\u00a0\u00a0Perceiving Me in any way, interacting with Me in any fashion, and being masterfully mesmerized by Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich in any circumstance or at any time–all these are for you, My precious pet, secondary stimuli.\u00a0\u00a0Whenever you shall see Me or hear My voice or interact with Me or be hypnotized by Me, then you shall feel such soothing and stimulating sensual satisfaction.\u00a0\u00a0Whenever you at any time shall sensorially perceive Me, have any sort of interactive interplay with Me, or be mesmerized by My Supreme Self, then you shall surely and certainly experience wonderful waves of wickedly witching sensual satisfaction and sexual stimulation.\u00a0\u00a0Burrhus Frederick Skinner was the pioneering developer of operant conditioning.\u00a0\u00a0Operant conditioning seeks to establish a linkage in the subject’s mind between some desirable behavior and a positive reward or betwixt some unwanted action and a negative punishment or both.\u00a0\u00a0Operant conditioning is to behavior what classical conditioning is to an autonomic response.\u00a0\u00a0you desire, you need, you yearn for, and you crave sensual delights and pleasures.\u00a0\u00a0From this point onward, whenever you: carry out and obey any of My instructions, suggestions, or commandments; please Me at any time; or are beneficial to Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich in any way, then you shall surely feel the sensory stimulation and sensual satisfaction you yearningly desire to experience.\u00a0\u00a0Whether you are under the prolific and potent powers of My insidiously and irresistibly mesmerizing hypnotic spells, or not, you shall surely savor sensual satisfaction whenever you shall please Me, obey Me, or aid Me.\u00a0\u00a0All of these things shall surely and certainly come to fruition.\u00a0\u00a0For My voice is the voice of total truthfulness.\u00a0\u00a0For My will is superior to and stronger than your will.\u00a0\u00a0For you are Mine, all Mine, and always shall be all Mine.”<\/p>\n
Mistress Svetpavlovich sensed She had tantalized, tormented, and toyed with Her superior, sublimated submissive long enough.\u00a0\u00a0She scooted Herself backwards against the very comfortable back of the sofa.\u00a0\u00a0“Now, kenneth, obey your Mistress’s command.\u00a0\u00a0I command you to come.\u00a0\u00a0I command you to cum.\u00a0\u00a0Yes, cum as you have never come before.”\u00a0\u00a0It took Her some moments to adequately recover from what She next saw and heard.\u00a0\u00a0Mistress Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich was overjoyed that She was the only human being who would ever know how deeply She was blushing at this moment.\u00a0\u00a0“My, My! My dear kenneth.\u00a0\u00a0I never realized you were such a (Mycetes) during your lovemaking.”\u00a0\u00a0She softly started stroking his countenance.\u00a0\u00a0Rest now, “MY SLEEPY STUD-PUPPY-SLAVE.””<\/p>\n
While He descended deeper and deeper into the depthless depths of Her hypnotic thralldom, She removed the batteries from the remote control unit.\u00a0\u00a0She was fairly certain there would never again be any reason for Her to use literal electroshock upon him.\u00a0\u00a0As he rested under Her spell, She speculated on some harmless, little, fun, and interesting ideas for games She might like to play with him in the future.\u00a0\u00a0Mistress Dr. Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich knew that dr. kenneth leroy barker was by far the most complicated, and would always be the best, pet She had ever been privileged to possess in Her menagerie.\u00a0\u00a0The She Wolf Wolf’s Bane purred pleasurably as She perused Her psychically purloined prize.<\/p>\n
The End.<\/p>\n
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