Sitting at the bar, staring at my half full glass of straight tequila, I contemplate the day that I have had and the events that led me here. My morning started bad and steadily got worse as the hours ticked by. Normally at the advertising firm where I work, I have my duties and clients well in hand, yet today was a day outside of the norm. Losing three powerful accounts, my latest campaign for a fourth now in shambles, I cheered internally as 5 o’clock finally came around and I was able to limp my way out of the office. So here I find myself, sitting here in my dark power suit, my tie loosened, collar unbuttoned, contemplating the fates that were working against me.
That was until I saw her. I don’t even remember why I looked up; I didn’t even notice her in my peripheral vision. It was almost as if I heard my own name whispered in my ear, the echo of which quickly vanished as I turned towards her and made eye contact. The problems and cares of my day quickly vanished at the sight of her. She had a breathtaking beauty with an air of sophistication and class. Her auburn hair fell free around her shoulders. Her eyes were liquid pools that seemed to draw me in. She wore a black dress that accentuated her curves, that was flirtatious yet elegant. The hem fell to her ankles, but a slit up the side revealed her dark, seamed hose, exposing her long, smooth thigh. Her feet were shod in black oxfords with at least a four inch heel. As I took in her beauty, I noticed the look in her eyes were expectant, as if she were waiting for me to look up. Again, as if hearing my own name calling me, I slowly slid from my stool and walked up to her.
She smiled seductively as I approached, her whole demeanor putting me at ease, lowering my defenses and my fears. After finding my voice, I introduced myself to her and asked if I could join her. I smiled as she agreed and motioned to a nearby booth so that we could have some privacy. She told me her name was Lacey and was taking some time to relax before going to a dinner party with some friends. I offered to buy her a drink and we began to talk. I could not believe my luck after the day that I had, to have gone through so much turmoil and now to be sitting here with a stunning beauty who actually seems interested in me and my life. Lacey would lean in seductively as I spoke, asking questions about me, and my life, what I did with a genuine interest. Soon, I found myself so taken with her and comfortable, I found myself divulging more information than I normally would with someone that I just me. Her voice just seemed to soothe me and lull me into a state of euphoria. She would also play with a pendant around her neck, in an apparently unconscious way. The facets of the crystal would catch the light at times and when it hit my eye, I found myself hesitating for a moment, as if in a sudden daze. Normally that would embarrass me to be distracted so, but Lacey just seemed to calm me and make me feel so comfortable, it didn’t seem to matter.
As our conversation went on, Lacey would play with her crystal more and more. The light would catch my eye more often than not and my hesitations would increase and somehow would be longer and longer. Her voice took on a more seductive and even tone as she spoke, making me more and more relaxed. Soon my surroundings became a blur and Lacey was all that I saw, she was all that I focused on, her and her pendant. Intoxication began to consume me, yet I knew it was not from the alcohol, I had barely touched my drink. As I started to shake my head a bit, her voice became more commanding, her tone soft and smooth as velvet kept my focus away from my physical condition. The lights playing off of her pendant and the power of her voice were causing my head to spin and my mind to cloud up. Then, when it felt as if I were about to fall into a whirlpool, she whispers my name. When I look up, her eyes are deep liquid pools that seem to draw my very soul into her. Her voice echoes inside my head. I can’t pull away from her gaze. I feel like I am falling inside her, her eyes growing larger and larger, or am I getting smaller and smaller, as my sole focus now is her stare. Then suddenly, I find myself in my own bed, violently waking up as is from a dream in a cold sweat. My clothes piled to the side of the bed. Last night is just a blur. Did I dream it? Was Lacey just a figment of an alcohol induced dream?
Shaking my head, I get ready for work. I shower, shave, and get dressed ready to face the challenges that await me at the firm. Yet, all through my commute, I can almost hear her voice, echoing in the back of my mind, a buzz, almost like an insect, telling me that it is there, but not being able to see it. I go through the motions in the morning, checking my messages, getting started on new ideas for my clients, when my phone rings right before lunch. I answer it and a familiar voice slides through the receiver. The smooth velvet of her words already putting me at ease as the world around me fades to darkness. I jump suddenly as I find myself in a cab as it pulls up to a residence in the upper end of the city, a lovely townhouse that hints at well used wealth. In my hands is my briefcase full of files and papers, as if I had taken the rest of the day off to work from home. Again, the buzzing in the back of my mind echoing a conversation with my boss about taking off for the day but quickly it fades into smoke. I pay the driver and step out on the sidewalk, staring up at the home. Without thinking, I walk up the steps and ring the bell as if my body were acting on its own. The door opens slowly as if on its own accord and I enter, again my body moving without my own conscious thought.
As I slowly enter, I hear a sound in the parlor to my right. I follow it and my knees start to get weak. There she is, standing in the middle of the room. It was not a dream, not a figment of my imagination. My voice fails me as I see her standing confidently, an aura of power permeating from her. Black five inch strappy heels cover her feet, her legs encased in smoke colored seamed stockings. Leather mid thigh skirt molding to her hips like a second skin, a matching jacket buttoned around her shoulders and body. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and framing that same crystal pendant from the night before. The light from the facets catches my eyes and that familiar dizziness returns. “Hello Goddess Lacey,” I stammer out. Goddess Lacey? What was that about? Where did that come from? Yet the statement did not appear to startle you as you smile smoothly and slowly close the distance between us.

Part 2

With that same velvety smooth voice she greets me. “Hello my little pet,” my mind shuddering from the silky caress of her voice. My legs almost turn to water as my mind latches onto that one statement. Little pet? That is as odd as my greeting to her. What is happening? Is this another one of my dreams? I start to take a step back; realization must be evident in my eyes as hers are now full of mirth. “Are you thinking of going somewhere, my new toy?” she asks with an air of authority and confidence. Fear now filling me completely as my eyes open wider than before. Warring emotions fill me as I gaze on her beauty, every step is full of seduction, every movement of her hips fills me with desire, but a small voice echoing in the back of my head; telling me to run, to flee, to put as much distance from her as possible. My legs seem to come alive as I feel myself turning towards the front door. I only take two steps when I hear her command, “Goddess says stop slave!” Suddenly it feels as if my feet are stuck in solid concrete. I look down to the floor and see nothing but my shoes on top of a polished hardwood floor. Yet, try as I might, my legs will not move. My mind is still racing. Slave? What does she mean by calling me a slave? What happened last night? What kind of woman have I met?
The clicking of her heels on the floor sounding like a metronome as she slowly walks around to face me, her fingers now toying with that pendant again. “I can tell by your eyes that you are wondering what is going on,” she says, “You are trying to fathom just what has happened to you. I will explain as simply as I can. Last night was a chance meeting that I could not let pass. I saw you enter the bar and had a feeling of how susceptible you would be to me. You see, I have a gift, a power if you will. That power is to impose my will upon others. At first I can only whisper suggestions from afar, such as when I had you look up at me in the bar. Yes, that was me you heard in that mind of yours. But once I have a person’s attention, once they are within reach of me, my mind is then able to infiltrate their mind, slowly, seductively, enchantingly. Until finally, their very soul is laid bare for me, as malleable as clay in the hands of a master.
“Such as what happened with you my new toy. Once you looked up to me at the bar, I knew you would be mine. Your fate was sealed when you responded to my pendant.” She touches it again, the lights off the facets hitting my eyes, a sense of relaxation washes over me as I feel my strength weaken. “Yes, those small hesitations in the conversation were windows for me to peer into your soul, to see just what was hiding beneath the surface. With each hesitation, I was able to pull you further and further into my hypnotic power, pulling your defenses down brick by brick. I was also planting suggestions in your mind as we spoke. My abilities in hypnosis are so great; I can bring someone down in a normal conversation without them even being aware of what was happening. When you blacked out, you were completely in my power then, your mind and soul bared open. It was then that I gave you your instructions. That you would go home, barely remember the evening, work a half day, ask for a long weekend off and then come here to me. I also planted several triggers within your subconscious that will make you completely helpless to me as I start my breaking process.” Her fingers caressing my cheek now as she locks her gaze onto mine, my fear and trepidation easily seen. “Oh, yes my dear, I am going to break you completely. At first I only wanted to toy with you, maybe have some sexual fun and then send you on your way. But I saw how susceptible you were, how easy it was for me to bring you down. As we spoke, I also saw how submissive you really are, though you hide it even from yourself. I told myself last night that you would be my slave, that I will break you, slowly, methodically, and fully. Your mind will be gone, you soul will be chained to me forever, and you will become anything and everything that I want you to be; a servant, a butler, a maid, or furniture. You will only live to bring me pleasure.”
Now I start to tremble and shake as the reality of what has just been explained and laid out to me washes over and settles into my racing mind. I struggle again with my legs; my hands reach down and grab my thigh, trying to force it to move. She steps back a bit and chuckles under her breath as she watches me vainly struggle against her will. After a time, she tires of this and in a commanding voice says, “Goddess says kneel slave.” As soon as those words hit my mind, my legs turn to water and I fall hard to the floor. I sit there, kneeling before her, still trying to understand what is happening and why it is happening to me, she steps over in front of me, those beautiful oxfords just inches from my body. I try not to look up, but it is as if your will is pulling my chin with a chain. As soon as my eyes lock onto yours, those liquid pools draw me in and I feel myself falling again into darkness.