Charley Baker received an e-mail from Vera Demanden requesting a meeting at her home and, without knowing quite why, immediately drove over there. He knocked on the door and it was opened by a confusingly androgynous servant...dressed all in satin, with a hint of makeup and in heels, but with a clearly male figure.
The servant guided him into a drawing room. And Charley gasped when he saw his hostess, laying on a chaise, in a black chemise, her long nylon-clad and high-heeled legs lovingly displayed. But the real, intense, turn-on for Charley was that she was sensuously smoking a long, feminine cigarette, letting the smoke rise from her red lips.
"Hello, Charley...I may call you that?" she purred."Oh, uh, yes, Ms. Demanden," he stammered in reply.
"Come sit by me," she said, patting a space on the chaise. When he did, she leaned into him and let a breath of smoke float into his face. "That's it...you like the look and smell of my smoke, don't you, Charley?"
"ummmmm...yes, Ms. Demanden." The post-hypnotic suggestions she had installed during the conference were dropping him into trance even without a trigger, but Vera didn't have time for long drawn-out inductions today.
"Let's go into conference, Charley," she said, and his eyes glazed over. "Very good. Now, with every breath, you draw in my smoke...and as you do, a new desire overcomes you. With every breath of my smoke, you feel the need to dress more femininely. With every breath of my smoke, you wish more strongly to become a prissy little sex servant."
He breathed deeply of her smoke as she exhaled directly into his face. "Yes, Ms. Demanden," he replied.
"Excellent...this desire will grow in you and you will also feel the need to smoke as I do. You will crave the most feminine of cigarettes...long, slender, beautiful. With each inhalation of their smoke, you will grow even more feminine and more attached to me."
"Yes, Ms. Demanden," he replied again, practically gasping to inhale more of her intoxicating vapors.
"Very good, now, on the count of three, you will awaken. When you do, my servant Amber will escort you to a room where you can change into more appropriate clothing. You will ask Amber for cigarettes. I expect you to have finished half the pack by the time you return to me.
"One...two...three....!"
Charley's eyes fluttered open and he stared at Vera with undisguised devotion. At that moment, the androgynous Amber re-appeared. "Amber here has everything you need to make the changes that will improve your business prospects, Charley," Vera advised. "Are you prepared to follow Amber?"
"Oh, yes, Ms. Demanden," he said, rising from the chaise. "Amber, would you happen to have a pack of cigarettes?" Smiling, Amber produced a pack of Capri, and a delicate, feminine
lighter and led the half-entranced Charley to a room of transformation.
CHAPTER THREE: Carmichael Is All Tied Up
Dan Carmichael's phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Yes?"
"Ms. Vera Demanden is here to see you, sir," his secretary told him.
"Send her in," he replied, eagerly.
Vera strode into his office without knocking, a fetishistic picture in black leather, a whip trailing behind her. "I'm afraid I gave your secretary something of a shock, Dan," she said. "I may call you Dan, right? It seems she's something of a prude...well, we can change that."She sat on the couch, and crossed her long legs, so that her tight leather skirt rode up her thighs. She swung her leg back and forth, capturing Dan's attention with the flash of the light off the patent leather. "I've come up with a plan to improve your business, Dan--let's go into conference." And Dan drifted into trance.
"You like the way I look, don't you, Dan?" she asked.
"Yes, Ms. Demanden.
"This is your fantasy woman, isn't it? The leather-clad dominatrix? And what is it she does, exactly?" Vera went on.
"She ties me up and uses me," he admitted.
"Well, I only tie up and use pretty girls, Dan. Do you want me to tie you up?"
"Yes, Ms. Demanden."
"Then you'll have to become a pretty girl, won't you?"
"Yes, Ms. Demanden."
"And I won't be able to be here all the time to tie you up and keep in control, Dan...I have other duties, other clients. Who should be your dominatrix then?"
"I...I don't know, Ms. Demanden," he hesitated.
"Why not your pretty little secretary? I took the liberty of hypnotizing her while we waited for you...and she's now quite prepared to take charge of you when I'm not around. Is that all right?"
"Yes, Ms. Demanden."
"Excellent. In a moment, I will wake you by counting to three, and then I will ask your secretary to come in. You will obey her as you would me.
"One...two....three!" Dan's eyes snapped open. "Loretta, would you come in here and take charge?" she called. With that phrase, she triggered the dominating persona she had created in Dan's formerly mousy assistant...and Loretta strode in, carrying a leather bag.
"Everything you'll need to improve your business is in that bag, Dan. Loretta knows how to make it work." Vera turned to the much-changed secretary. "I suggest you tell everyone that Mr. Carmichael is....tied up...for the rest of the day."
More to come
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