Blue Hair
When Nancy first walked past my office, I almost fell out of my seat. We are a relatively conservative firm in of work attire, protocols, etc. and I had only recently convinced my employees it was okay to address me by my first name. Todd was more conservative in his appearance than anyone and refused to remove his tie even on the day our air conditioner quit.
I popped into Todd’s office and asked him if he had a minute. He said yes so I closed the door. I said, “I was a little surprised to see a woman with blue hair wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and ripped blue jeans in our office. You must have been really impressed by her credentials.”
He said, “Not only her credentials but her intellect and the way she communicates is phenomenal. I think she will be a great addition to our group and to our company.”
I observed for the next few weeks and the work she produced was great but the quantity was dismal. I would see her stroll in around 9:00 in the morning, take long lunches and she was usually gone by 4:00 that evening. When I asked Todd about her hours he insisted she was working from home. That was easy enough to check because when you to your computer, your app turns green or red if you are working but in a meeting. Hers always remained white indicating she never opened her computer when she got home.
I finally was frustrated enough that I asked Sean to look into it for me. I saw him talking to her at her cubicle and then they both went into a conference room. They were in there for longer than I had expected and when he finally came out, I asked him how it went. To my utter surprise he used the exact same words as Todd and said, “Not only her credentials but her intellect and the way she communicates is phenomenal. I think she will be a great addition to our group and to our company.”
I decided to speak to her myself and invited her into my office. As I was talking to her about the appearance that she was not pulling her weight, company culture, work ethic and other things, I watched her keep looking around the room. I was mid-sentence when she interrupted me and said, “Are you married David?”
I said, “No, we divorced a few years ago and there are no kids between us. Anyway, let’s get back to the subject at hand.”
She said, “You don’t like me coming in late, leaving early, and you especially do not like my hair being dyed blue. Is that where this conversation is headed?”
I said, “Well, um, yes. Do you have a problem with coming in earlier and staying a little later to help out the team and all?”
She leaned forward and said, “You don’t want to ask me about my hair? Or you think it could be a human resources issue if you do?”
I was not controlling this conversation at all and it was frustrating. I said, “That’s none of your business really.”
She said, “It’s none of my business that I am being judged for my hair color instead of my work product? Maybe we should have HR in the room with us.”
I started falling all over myself. I tried to speak but jibberish proceeded from my mouth. Then she leaned back and laughed and said, “I am just playing with you Davey boy. I don’t want HR in the room. But you do want to ask me about my blue hair don’t you”
I shook my head yes almost afraid to speak so my words were not twisted and used against me. She smiled and said, “I have deep dark blue eyes and I wanted my hair tint to match my eyes. It’s just that simple.”
I was so annoyed with her blue hair and blue jeans that I had never noticed her blue eyes. If someone had asked me what color her eyes were I would have been blindly guessing. Curiosity got the best of me and before I responded, I decided to look at her eyes. Her eyes were a deep dark blue just like she said. Then she said, “Don’t just look at my eyes. Look into my eyes and see just how deep and dark the blue really is.”
For just a second, I thought about how strangely Todd and Sean had been acting since this woman was hired. I also thought about how she clearly wanted me to look into her eyes because she kept steering the conversation there. I had both these thoughts right before I looked into her eyes and as soon as I did, I felt something I had not felt in years.
When I was a much younger man I had the pleasure or maybe displeasure of meeting my favorite actress. I went up to tell her she was my favorite actress but when she turned to address me, I froze. I felt this sensation like I was floating in the clouds and I just stared at her with this creepy smile. My friend nudged me with his elbow and it snapped me out of it. I apologized, told her I was star struck, but I knew it was something else that I could not really explain. And now I was feeling that same sensation with no one to nudge me with their elbow.
Nancy said, “Hmm. I like the way you just melted into my eyes. The deep deep deep blue is so soothing, so relaxing. Do you feel like you are floating right now Davey boy?”
I went to speak but before I could even make a sound she said, “It’s so difficult to speak right now. Just shake your head yes if you are floating.”
I shook my head and she said, “That’s my good boy. You are floating as you become lost in my eyes. My deep deep deep dark blue eyes. They are so easy to look into and almost impossible to look away from. Just keep falling into my eyes as you go into the deep dark blue.”
I felt detached from my body like somehow my head was floating above my body. At this point I knew something wasn’t right but I felt so good that I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t care about the consequences as long as the floating feeling did not go away. She continued, “You are floating now Davey boy without a care or worry in the world. As you float towards me you find you are becoming smaller and smaller as my gaze becomes larger and larger. You are quite literally falling into my eyes. You are becoming smaller and smaller becoming completely enveloped by my spell binding eyes, falling deeper and deeper into their abyss.”
I felt like I was an inch tall, that her eyes were several feet wide, and I was quite literally being swallowed up by them. I was not conscious of it yet, but all other sights and sounds had disappeared. I was aware of her voice and her gaze and nothing else. I knew by now that I was being hypnotized but this knowledge did nothing to release me from the wonderful feeling of having nothing to worry about. I just floated closer and closer and soon would float into her eyes. I did not know what would happen when I got there but I would soon find out.
She continued, “You are about to fall completely into my gaze and be swallowed up into my mind. Once you are inside your mind and my mind will become one. The words I speak will be our thoughts and not just my thoughts. Feel yourself ing the barrier now and falling completely into my eyes. Deep deep and deeper into my eyes.”
Nancy suddenly snapped her fingers and said, “Sleep.” My eyes closed and I felt like nothingness. I cannot really describe the feeling. I was aware of my breathing, I was aware of her breathing, and I was aware of my body still being upright in the chair where we had started our little chat.
I felt her hand gently caress my face as she said, “Your mind and my mind are one. We think together. You have no thoughts of your own as your mind has been absorbed my mind. We are lovers. We are in a domme and sub relationship where I am the domme and you are the sub. We enjoy BDSM and while I am addicted to giving you pain, you are addicted to receiving it. We love oral sex more than regular sex and what we love most of all is having my pussy licked. We whole heartedly embrace the matriarchy and believe all households should be like ours where the woman rules and the man obeys. We love using hypnosis in our relationship and nothing makes you happier than being tranced by me. I am your Mistress and you are my Slave. Now Davey boy, I do believe it is time for you to wake up. I am going to count to five and tap your forehead. When you feel my finger touch your forehead you will awaken having just a faint distant memory of being hypnotized but my thoughts are now your thoughts.”
I opened my eyes to find her seated directly across from me. She said, “I am going to draft up my resignation letter. Now that I will be moving in with you, I don’t need this job. Now Slave, get under the table and lick my pussy while I work.”
The idea of being told what to do by a lower level employee was momentarily ridiculous and unacceptable but that thought was gone in a flash and replaced by the comforting knowledge that I was there to serve Nancy. I crawled under the table and as I approached her she spread her legs and pulled her underwear back to provide me direct access to her pussy. As I licked, she typed. This continued for a little bit and then I felt her juices start to flow. She stopped typing and started moaning from the pleasure. She suddenly stopped typing, grabbed the back of my head, and as she pressed my face into her pussy I heard Nancy say, “You will finish my resignation letter when we finish here. I am too horny to type and orgasm at the same time.”
As her body started to give into the pleasure she grabbed my head and forced it deep into her pussy. She said, “Lick slave! Lick boy! That’s my good boy” over and over again. She pushed my face so deep that I couldn’t breathe. My voice was completely muffled by her pussy and her screams of pleasure and the next thing I knew, I was waking up on the floor under the desk.
She looked down at me and said, “Damn, I thought I had killed you by accident. But you were a good little bitch to keep licking until you lost consciousness. When we get home tonight, I will make you cum so hard you just might lose consciousness twice in one day. Now grab a box, go pack my desk, and drive me home. And when I say home, I mean your home which will soon be in my name. Isn’t that right little Davey boy?”
My mind tugged at me to snap out of it. If I continued down this path, she would own everything I had worked so hard for over the years. Somehow she sensed my internal struggle and put her hand on my crotch. She started rubbing the bulge in my pants and said, “Look back into my eyes little Davey.”
I knew what would happen but I could not help myself. My eyes went straight to her eyes. She smiled as if she had no doubt that I would obey. She said, “Deep deep into my dark blue eyes. Deep slave, so deep. Just sleep for your mistress. Sleep and obey.”
I had lost track of time the first time she hypnotized me but it felt like the whole thing had taken somewhere around 20 minutes. This time my eyes were closed in less than a minute. She said, “What a naughty boy you are for trying to think for yourself. Is my slave allowed to think for himself?”
I replied, “No Mistress.”
She said, “Your punishment is that you cannot cum tonight. But before you think that is not that big a deal let me tell you what will happen. I will suck your balls, I will suck your cock, I will lube it up and stroke it while I suck on your nipples, I will kiss your ears and your neck, and you will be completely hard. But you will be unable to cum. You will beg for release and as you do you will think to yourself that you will never ever dare to try and think for yourself. Do you understand slave?”
What she described sounded terrifying but my body responded by becoming extremely aroused. Somehow the idea of her having that kind of control over me was erotic. I had never relinquished any kind of control to anyone and now this woman with the blue hair and blue eyes could control my body and my mind. Even in deep trance you could hear the excitement in my voice when I said, “Yes mistress, I understand.”
We stopped by her apartment so she could pick up some clothes, bathroom items, etc. before she came over. I was instructed to make drawer and closet space for her and then she informed me that eventually the drawers and closets would belong to her and I would be allotted some space for my personal effects. Then she got a very frightening look on her face filled with power and mischief and said, “Lie down on the bed naked slave.”
I did as I was told and she fastened my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. She stood over me smiling and said, “I could have put you back into a trance and made you hold still but I like the psychological effect of truly binding you to the bed. She squired oil onto my nipples and began playing with them. I was hard as a rock in less than a minute. She looked at my cock standing at attention and said, “Well, I see that head knows how to obey. That’s why I am going to make that head your decision maker.”
She squired some oil onto my cock, positioned herself with her hand on it and her other hand on my nipple, and her mouth right next to the side of my face. Then she began going back and forth between my two nipples as she slowly stroked my cock. She said, “I want you to say that from now on you will not think for yourself when you are with your mistress.”
I said, “I will not think for myself when I am with my mistress.”
She said, “Again” and each time I said it, she said “Again” until I was just chanting it without her having to tell me over and over.
As my arousal increased she said, “Everything you own belongs to me now. You will happily relinquish everything to me and will not question any of my decisions.”
She whispered command after command about belonging to her, not thinking for myself, not questioning her power over me and so on. All the while I just kept repeating “I will not think for myself when I am with my mistress.”
The pleasure was intensifying all the while and my back was now arched and I was thrusting trying to get her to make me cum. She slow strokes up and down the shaft were now centered entirely on the head of my cock. I was almost screaming my mantra now but I could not cum. She said, “This is going to be fun. Keep talking while I torture you.”
She climbed down, pushed my legs further apart until the restraints would not let her push them any further, and began giving me an intense blow job. My breathing became hurried and shallow and the pleasure was so strong it felt like pain. And that was when I noticed that I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Just as I was about to completely out, she would stop and wait for me to regain my composure. This went on for what seemed like an eternity and I wasn’t any closer to being able to cum than I was when she first tied me to the bed. I wanted to beg her to release me from the hypnotic command that prevented me from cumming but the only words I could speak were, “I will not think for myself when I am with my mistress.”
Finally she said, “I think you have had enough.”
She got back into the original position with her face near mine and her hand on my cock and she said, “Look back into my eyes slave. Deep deep into my dark blue eyes. Deep slave, so deep. Just sleep for your mistress. Sleep and obey.”
I was out like a light. Then she said, “When you awaken you will be able to cum. It will be the most powerful orgasm you have experienced. It will make you both mentally and physically addicted to me.”
She woke me up and started stroking my cock again. As the pleasure intensified I started to panic because I knew she would not stop stroking when I reached that point of pleasure that turns into pure torture. This time I wanted to be the one to prevent myself from cumming but as is the case with any man, we have no control over our own cocks. She whispered, “cum for your mistress.”
I screamed so loud that she covered my mouth with a pillow. When I woke up I wasn’t sure if I had lost consciousness from lack of oxegyn with the pillow or the intensity of the orgasm. As if reading my mind she said, “I took the pillow off your face just as soon as you stopped screaming. You ed out from the pleasure. I don’t know if you have experienced that kind of pleasure before but I can assure you that it will not be the last time. I love watching you squirm and it increases the hold I have on you.”
She climbed off the bed, unfastened my restraints and said, “We are going to take a little trip to the bank in the morning. What are we going to do when we get their slave?”
I didn’t know. I mean I truly didn’t know. The only thing I knew was that I could not think for myself. I tried to string together thoughts but nothing worked. I finally said, “I don’t know Mistress. Whatever it is you desire, I will obey.”
The next day we sat in the bank and the relationship manager said, “Sir, are you sure you want to do this. You will have no legal resource or any means to gain these funds back once you sign.”
I took Nancy by the hand and said, “Yes I do. I want to prove my love to her by showing that I trust her completely. After I leave here I will be g over the deed to my house as well.”
He seemed concerned and said, “Sir, if you do these things she will completely own you.”
When he said this my cock slammed into my pants. I smiled and said, “She already owns my heart and mind so why stop at my assets.”
As we walked out of the bank she took my hand and said, “Good boy. You love being owned and controlled by me don’t you slave?”
My hard cock knew the answer even before I did. I said, “Yes mistress. I love not having to think for myself.”
She reached down, grabbed my cock through the material on my pants, and said, “Good boy. You will get another mind melting orgasm tonight.”
And so began my life of complete surrender to my mistress and orgasms that consistently made me out.