Home Care
LaTonya is a very successful woman in her mid to late 50’s that had defied the odds in several different ways. As a black woman, she had built a lucrative custom home builder company in an almost exclusively white male industry. I do not know very much about the industry and to be honest, all expensive homes look beautiful to me but she apparently had quite the reputation for building magnificent custom homes. She had also been raised in a low-income neighborhood and did not have the headstart that a lot of other custom home builders had.
None of this mattered to me. I ran a decent sized company providing home health care to the elderly and for those with permanent or temporary afflictions that require in-home care. When LaTonya was involved in a car accident, she insisted on speaking with me when she called. She insisted that I come out and meet with her rather than a salesperson, so I drove out to meet with her.
She was nothing like I had imagined. When speaking to her on the phone, I had envisioned an uptight, thin woman, sharply dressed, with an air of arrogance at her financial successes. But the woman that met me at the door was warm and friendly, full-figured, casually dressed, and very humble about her circumstances. I immediately felt at ease in her presence. Now part of what had caused me to envision a different person was her insistence on only meeting with me.
We chatted for a while and while she believed she would be up and about in a month, the medical files her doctor had sent over said otherwise. I said, “I appreciate your desire to be up and about in a month but Dr. Gettleman said it would be two to three months.”
She surprised me by saying, “I want you to be my in-home healthcare person. I know you can get me back on my feet faster than anyone else on your team.”
I was about to say that my homecare days were behind me but when I looked into her deep dark eyes I felt the resolve leave my body. Instead I replied, “I would love to but I am a bit out of practice.”
I started by going over every morning and taking her through her exercises. Afterwards we would sit and chat and she would make me some of her homemade lemonade. Somewhere during the first few weeks we went from a client/provider relationship to more of a friendship. This made it more difficult for me to make her work through the pain of rehab but that was the only downside of have a client become a friend.
She had never flirted with me or gave me any indication that she had any interest in me at all. That is why what happened next came as such a surprise. It was my last week and she was getting to graduate rehab and get back to her life. When I came over she motioned me to the wheelchair she had been in for most of the time I knew her and said, “Have a seat Travis. I have a big surprise for you.”
I sat down in her wheelchair and then she said, “Do you mind if I blindfold you? I really want this to be a big surprise.”
I was getting kind of excited because I knew she made a lot of money but kind of nervous for the same reason. I did not need expensive things to make me happy so I decided to make a big deal about whatever she showed me. She put the blindfold on and then said, “Oh hold on. I forgot these.”
It felt like something soft gently wrapped around my right wrist and then a moment later I felt the same thing on my left wrist. Then I felt a tug at both wrists at the same time and whatever was around my wrists suddenly became very tight and almost uncomfortable. I said, “That hurts a little bit Miss LaTonya.”
She said, “I’m sorry baby. It needs to be tight. And please, call me Mistress LaTonya or Mistress instead of Miss.”
Before I could even respond she said, “Now let’s get those legs fastened down so you don’t kick me.”
I felt something similar to what I felt on my wrists being applied to both my ankles and then they were also pulled tight. I said, “Miss LaTonya, what are you doing?”
All of a sudden I felt a hard squeeze on my balls that pushed the air out of my lungs and she said, “I said to call me Mistress. Is that clear Slave?”
She had been the sweetest kindest person I had ever befriended so I would have thought she was joking except for the very real pain in my testicles. I quickly replied, “Yes Mistress.”
LaTonya caressed my face and said, “I don’t want to hurt you baby. Just be a good slave and do what I tell you so I don’t have to punish you again.”
Her voice became even softer and said, “And now it is time for your surprise. I just know you are going to like it.”
I heard the sound of scissors and then felt my uniform being cut from my body. I could feel cool air hitting me and realized she had cut my clothing off. Someone in the room removed my blindfold and standing 5 feet away was LaTonya wearing absolutely nothing at all. I had noticed the first time that we met that she was full-figured but I had no idea how massive her breasts were. They were sagging a bit from age and gravity and had stretch marks but none of that bothered me at all. My cock sprang to life and she smiled saying, “I see that your little white penis likes what you see.”
Whoever took off my blindfold was still behind me. I tried to turn and look but the wheelchair blocked my view. Mistress said, “Don’t worry about who is behind you. Just look at your mistress’ big hypnotic breasts.”
The woman behind me brought her hands around each side of me and landed firmly on my nipples. At first she was barely touching them but the light touch was driving me crazy. The next thing I knew I was thrusting my hips into the air and panting for oxygen as the pleasure intensified. I said, “Please Mistress, don’t do this.”
She said, “Honey, I have been planning this since the first day you gave me a sponge bath. Soon you will be all mine.”
She did a very sexy dance and as she danced, she moved closer and closer towards me. When she got close, she poured oil onto her breasts and then leaned over in front of me. Then she said, “Be a good boy and look into my eyes. And if you cum early, your last punishment will seem like kid’s stuff.”
I was not expecting what she did next. She pushed her breasts around my cock and started going up and down my shaft with her oiled breasts. My legs tried to kick and my arms tried to flail and I now understood why she had strapped both down. I began to whimper and then almost cry because the pleasure was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and she said, “Keep your eyes open and look into my eyes.”
Each time she went up and down I felt myself approaching orgasm. And her insistence on me looking into her eyes only increased the sensitivity. She said, “I have been doing this to men for years. I loved having them look into my eyes as they climaxed. I was just too stupid to realize that the glassy distant look in their eyes meant that I had tranced them and their minds would have been puddy in my hands. I would let them recover from their orgasm before I made them give me pleasure not realizing that their recovery time was really just them waking from the trance. But I have perfected my craft and you will be the recipient of my full awakening.”
What she said was so hot, so erotic, that I felt myself about to orgasm so I said, “I am going to cum Mistress.”
She pulled away from me and punched me square in the balls. The pain was overwhelming and I almost vomited. As I groaned in pain she said, “You will not cum without my permission.”
The urge to orgasm disappeared and she commenced her work of riding my cock with her massive breasts. Then she said, “You are a good boy to let Mistress know if you are going to cum so I can correct the behavior. Focus on your attention on your throbbing cock and put every ounce of thought into resisting the urge to cum. I will continue speaking but only your subconscious mind will listen as your conscious mind fights the urge to cum.”
I could only think of the pleasure and I was trying my very best not to cum. I heard her saying, “You live to serve your Mistress. You love to serve your Mistress. You exist to give her pleasure and cater to her every whim. You no longer think for yourself as your Mistress now controls your body and your mind. Mistress’ body makes you feel so horny and submissive. You are helpless to resist her power and you love being under her power and control. Anytime she tells you that you are a good boy you will immediately become very aroused and very obedient.”
As she spoke I tried to process what she was saying but all I could think about was the pleasure. I could feel myself approaching orgasm and as much as I didn’t want to say anything, I knew better than to cum without permission. Again I warned her and said, “I am going to cum Mistress.”
She did not punch my balls this time but she stopped stimulating me with her breasts, took one hand and squeezed my balls very hard, and squeezed my cock with the other hand. I started gagging from the pain and she said, “Tell me when the urge to cum has ed so we can continue with your brain washing.”
This cycle continued with me nearly reaching orgasm, having pain delivered to stop the urge, and then continuing with the pleasure. At some point I found myself drooling but could not seem to close my mouth to stop. The pleasure was unbearable and almost felt like pain and the pain was beginning to feel like pleasure. Time lost its meaning and I had no sense of it at all until the sun began to rise. Finally, mercifully, and lovingly, Mistress LaTanya said, “I think it is time for you to cum and then have a little bit of a rest.”
She said, “I want you to say ‘you are my mistress and I belong to you’ over and over until you cum. When I say the word ‘sleep’ your eyes will close and you will fall into a deep sleep and will not awaken until you are rested and ready to serve me. You now have my permission to cum.
She squeezed her breasts extra tight around my cock and sped up the pace and within just a few minutes I was gone. I was still screaming and my body convulsing from the explosion when I heard her say the word ‘sleep’ and I collapsed into the wheelchair.
When I woke up my restraints were gone and my torn clothing had been completely removed. I was under a soft pink blanket and when I woke up fully, I ed everything. There was no anger or feelings of betrayal at all. My only feelings were a powerful urge to cater to my mistress, love for choosing me as her slave, and fear of disappointing her in any way. I heard her voice and waves of submissiveness washed over me as she said, “Good morning sleepy head.”
She walked over and stood in front of me. I fell to my knees and began kissing her feet as I said, “I belong to you mistress.”
She said, “I know you do. You are such a good boy.”
Blood rushed to my cock and my nipples stood up. I looked up at my mistress and said, “I will obey you. I will do anything for you.”
She smiled and said, “This is so much fun making you squirm. Are you my good boy? I bet you are my good boy. Tell me you are my good boy and then show me what a good boy you are.”
Each time she said good boy I felt powerful waves of pleasure sweep over my body as my desire to obey increased tenfold. I tried to give her oral pleasure but she said, “Good boys have to earn their dessert. I want my kitchen completely clean, dishes put away, and floors swept and mopped. When you are done, you will be permitted to partake in my pussy juices.”
I eagerly cleaned her kitchen better than I had ever cleaned anything. It was so clean you could have eaten off the floor. A couple of times while I was cleaning she would smack my ass and tell me that I was a good boy. Each time she called me a good boy my cock got harder and I became even more diligent about cleaning the kitchen. I was just about to head into the bedroom when it hit me that I had not straightened out the pantry or cleaned out the refrigerator. After I finished I went in and told her what I did.
She grabbed me by my hard cock using it as a leash and said, “Excellent. A good slave anticipates his mistress’ needs and attends to them. I was going to let you lick my pussy and then leave you hard and frustrated but I will allow you to masturbate while I watch.”
The extent of my brain washing was not fully known to me yet but I was about to find out. She was so horny from hypnotizing me and had waited patiently but once my tongue went to work, she did not last long. She soaked my face and wrapped her legs around me so hard that I drifted in and out of consciousness from lack of oxygen. Then when I was finished she said, “Masturbate for me. Pretend like you are all alone so I can learn more about your body. Besides, I might have a little surprise for you at the end.”
I played with my own nipples and pretended like I was being overpowered so that I was an unwilling participant. It was my usual fantasy when I jacked off. As I started to become more aroused I put one hand on my cock to stroke and then used my arm to caress both nipples at the same time. I completely forgot she was in the room and was completely lost in my own fantasy when I began to realize something was wrong. I could not seem to crest. I poured more oil on my cock and stroked furiously but nothing happened. After some time I became frustrated and then I finally stopped trying.
Mistress laughed bringing me back around and that she was even in the room with me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that she had seen everything including knowing what my fantasy is. Then she said, “That’s my little surprise slave. You can no longer make yourself cum. Only I can and only when I give you permission. I don’t need a chastity device because I locked your cock through your mind.”
It was at that moment that I knew deep down inside that I completely belonged to my mistress. She said, “So you like to be overpowered do you?”
Before I could even respond she pinned me and began playing with my nipples as her breasts slid up and down on my cock. She said, “I have so many ways to make you cum. Play with your own nipples while I torture your cock.”
My hands went up to my nipples and I played with them giving them hard squeezes and then flicking them. She put oil on her hand and then gently stroked me way slower than I wanted to be stroked. My pleasure became completely unbearable and I finally said, “faster please mistress.”
She laughed and said, “No baby. You are pinned helplessly and I intend on torturing you so that you know you are mine forever.”
As she stroked me into a frantic frenzy she just kept saying she owned my mind, body, and soul and she was never letting me go. I started screaming for mercy but she just kept stroking. I could not cum no matter how badly I wanted to. Then she finally, mercifully, and gently said, “Cum for me slave.”
I ed out. When I woke up I was in her arms covered with her blanket. I snuggled into my mistress so grateful I had been chosen. My cock hurt from all the stroking and I was thinking it would be a week before I got hard again. I started stroking the hair that had fallen onto her face and she woke up. She said, “You’re such a good boy. Now go back to sleep for me.”
I had plans for the day but the good boy words caused my eyes to flutter and I drifted off to sleep while my cock grew hard. I was happy that the rest of my life would be completely controlled by Mistress LaTonya.