The idea came to me as one night as I was having dinner with Debbie, who worked for a race team. She was lamenting how the new crew chief was so good-looking, and single - but totally focused on racing. During the three months he'd been with the team, debbie had given him several hints that she was interested in him. Each time, he had made it clear that race cars were more important to him than women.

I knew right then I had to teach him a little lesson somehow.

Debbie had gone on to say that the team was now looking for a new mechanic, and she hoped he would be as much a hunk - and more approachable - than the crew chief was.

Debbie worked in the race team's office, doing all the scheduling, bookkeeping, public relations, and that type of thing. Pretty much anything that didn't deal directly with putting the race car on the track, she did. Naturally, this included setting up interviews for people looking to get hired by the team. As she rattled on about something else, I sat there nibbling my food and wondering why mechanics had to be male. What was wrong with a female mechanic? What was wrong with me applying for the job? The fact that I didn't know which end of a wrench was up didn't mean anything, since all I really needed was an excuse to get that crew chief alone in his shop.

After dinner, I surprised Debbie by inviting her back to my place for a drink or two. She was more surprised when, once we got there, instead of having few drinks, she found herself staring curiously at a small crystal pendant I used for just such special occasions. The rest of the evening went rather quickly for Debbie, who, I admit, remembers nothing about it. All she remembered was to set up an interview with the crew chief, with me, at ten o'clock the next night. Being a skilled hypnotist really does have its advantages, and I planned to use every one of them the following night.

I also planned to use more of them with Debbie in the future. I'd never hypnotized Debbie in the time we'd known each other, but now that I had, and being a Domme at heart, I had every intention of leveraging the hypnotic control I now had over her into something more.

It was a measure of Debbie's 'cooperation' that, even as she was telling the crew chief about the appointment, she never realized she was talking about me - despite the fact that she's known me for years. And I knew that very soon, I'd be getting that same cooperation from that sexy new crew chief.

I had chosen ten o'clock because Debbie said that at this time of year, there was no one around then. During the busier part of the racing season, there was usually always someone in the shop, all hours, day and night, doing something that would, hopefully, get another fraction of a mile per hour out of the car.

So, at quarter of ten the next night, I arrived, parking behind one of the large semi-trucks that the team hauled the cars around with. The crew chief would not see my car tucked away there when he arrived, which would make our initial meeting that much more interesting. Debbie had thoughtfully, or should I say, unknowingly, left a door unlocked for me, and so at ten sharp I was standing beside one of the race cars on the shop floor.

My attire was calculated to suggest that I might know something about cars, as well as display a few of my "assets". I wore very tight jeans, a man's button-down denim shirt, high black leather boots, and my black hair was loose, tumbling down my back all the way to my ass. The only obvious clue that I didn't play with cars very often were my long, perfectly shaped, bright purple with sparkles, nails.

When he arrived, he didn't notice me right away. I, however, certainly noticed him. Debbie had been right - this guy was a dream. Tall, lanky, wearing a flannel shirt, worn-out jeans, and battered cowboy boots. He even wore an old cowboy hat, and I was instantly reminded of the guy in the old cigarette ads. Greying brown hair on the shortish side, a mustache tinged with grey, and an obvious five-o'clock shadow. My heart beat faster as I imagined him first with no shirt, then with no pants. Oh, my, this was going to be fun.

I watched him go into his office and sit down, glancing up at the clock with a frown. I knew he was mad that the appointment was for so late, and also that I was late. He still had no idea I was a woman. My name is Kelly, and he naturally would have assumed I was a guy when Debbie told him my name. I let him stew for a moment before walking quietly to his door.

"I'm Kelly", I said softly, standing in the door. He looked up from his desk, frowning. There was a priceless pause as he blinked about six thousand times, his mouth falling open. Finally he swallowed, blinked a few more times, and stammered, "YOU'RE Kelly???"

"Yes. It's nice to meet you. I'm sorry I'm late, I hope you're not upset." As I spoke, I walked slowly toward his desk, looking down at him, staring into his eyes. His face reddened as I came to a stop with my hands resting gently on the edge of his desk, staring down at him. I could feel them trembling, because I knew that this is how it was going to be from now on - me looking down on him from a position of dominance. I stood there, staring directly into his eyes and watching him get more and more nervous.

"Late. Um, no, upset, no, not upset. At all. No, no problem. Um. No, that's OK, really. Um. You're Kelly, huh? Debbie didn't say you were a lady."

I leaned forward slightly, feeling my breasts pressing against my shirt. "Is that a problem?", I asked softly, still staring into his eyes.

"No, no, no, no problem at all", he stuttered, leaning back in his chair and swallowing. His face was as red as the race car behind me. It was obvious that he felt threatened by my eye contact, so he tried to look somewhere else - and his eyes dropped to my breasts. His face got even redder and he tried to find something else to look at. But I was so close, just on the other side of his desk, that for him to look too far away would be rude. His eyes finally settled on a spot just below mine. Before the night was over, though, his eyes would be helplessly fixed upon my own. I had decided not to use the pendant which Debbie had found so irresistible in combination with my soothing voice. I was taking him down myself, using my eyes and my voice. He was going to learn to worship something other than cars.

"I'm looking forward to working with you", I whispered, and I meant every word. He flapped his cheeks a few times, then suddenly stood up.

"Well, now, miss, nothing's certain yet." How wrong he was. "Racing is a big business these days, and we have to have the best people. Let me show you around a bit, and we'll talk." That was fine with me, and I kept on staring at him as he walked past me and into the shop itself. His face still maintained its red tint as I followed him, slowly.

He paused beside one of the cars and waited for me to catch up. He saw me looking at him again, and his face flushed even deeper and he quickly looked down at the car.

"This is one of our cars - we have four. Chevy blocks, Monte bodies. We do our engines in-house." He started reeling off the names of places that built things like chassis, brakes, suspension, and all kinds of other things that meant less than nothing to me. I just stood there, staring at him, nodding my head knowingly.

"Any questions so far?", he asked, his eyes darting from one end of the car to the other. I casually stepped between him and the car, resting my arm on the roof, tilting my hips suggestively, and stared at him.

"Just one, for now", I whispered. "How big is it?" His face turned so red I thought he would burst, and I quickly added, "The engine, I mean."

"Oh Jeez." He was actually beginning to sweat, in spite of the chill in this large, open part of the building. "Um. It's a 358, putting out about 625 horse." I nodded knowingly, even though I didn't even know how many 'horses' my own car had, nor did I really care. I stared at him and asked another question, my voice barely audible.

"How fast do you go? In the car, I mean", I added, as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his brow. This was exquisite.

"Ah... well, it depends, obviously. This one's a short track car, so the emphasis, of course, is on the handling, but it'll do, oh, I'd say, about 150." He kept talking, his eyes on the car, stuffing the hanky back in his pocket. I leaned on the car and stared at him, nodding. "I don't drive, of course", he continued. "I'm just the crew chief, I never really wanted to get a ride of my own. I'm happier with the nuts and bolts."

"But if you had a ride", I whispered, staring at him, "would you take it?" I paused, enjoying the almost desperate look on his face as I put a marked degree of emphasis on the word ride. "Would you still enjoy using your nuts? And bolts?" He looked like a landed fish now, mouth flapping, face beet-red, and he took off his hat, waved it around for a few seconds, then stuck it back on his head. He had no idea what to say, or do, he just stood there staring at the front end of the car.

I shifted myself so I was again in his line of sight. He looked startled, his eyes blinked and came up to meet mine. I stared deep into them. I wasn't letting him get away this time.

"Think about having your own ride", I whispered softly. "A ride that no one else has, a ride like no other in the world. A ride that wins every time." Well, I would win every time, I thought to myself, but he doesn't need to know that detail right now. I stared point blank into his eyes, and he looked at me, sweating and nervous and totally out of his depth.

"A ride that's both soft and hard, a ride that gets better every time, a ride that's more powerful than any other ride you've ever taken. Imagine what it would be like to have such a ride. See it in your mind's eye. Let me take you on that ride. Let me take you on a ride you've never experienced before. Relax and let it happen, relax and let me take you on the ride of your life. Relax and let me take you on the ride of your life."

The color was fading from his cheeks. His eyes were now fixed upon mine, just as I had imagined them. He wasn't mine yet, but he would be. I stood up straight, keeping my eyes locked on his. He didn't look away - he couldn't. Not yet in trance, he was befuddled enough to have to focus on the thing that very thing that had caused his confusion - me.

"You're so tense, you must relax now. You're so tense, you must relax now. You must relax now. You must relax now. You must relax. Now. Relax now. You must. Relax. Now. Relax now. You must. Relax. Now. Relax now. You must relax now." My voice was soft, soothing, comforting, and utterly captivating. My voice has enthralled many men, and many women, for many reasons. My eyes, my eyes which were fixed on his, have sent many men and women into the depths of hypnosis. I was going to hypnotize him, I was hypnotizing him, and before long, he would be totally under the spell of my voice and eyes.

He would be mine.

His mouth was open now, and I caught a glimpse of a slight, quick, tremor in his hands as the muscles relaxed. His shoulders were sagging ever so slightly. He was relaxing, as I was instructing him to do.

"Yes, that's it. Relax and let me take you on the ride of your life. Deep inside you want to take this ride, deep inside, deep inside, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper. You want to take this ride, you want to let me take you on this ride. You want me to take you on this ride. You want me to take you. On this ride. You want it. You want to relax now and let me take you. On this ride. You want to so much. Relax now. You must. You want to. You want to let me relax you now. You must let me relax you now. You want me to take you on this ride now. You want me to take you now. You must let me take you on this ride. You must let me take you now. You must. Relax. Now. You must. You must. Deep inside, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, you must go deeper and deeper and allow me to take you. On this ride. You must. Relax. Now."

He gaped at me, mouth wide open, arms hanging loosely at his sides. His shoulders had drooped even further, and his eyes were focused unwinkingly on mine. He was almost there. He was almost mine.

"Yes, that's right. You are almost ready for me to take you on this ride, almost ready for me to take you. Take a deep breath now, take a deep breath and exhale completely, feel yourself relaxing so deeply, relaxing and preparing for the ride of your life, preparing for me to take you on this ride. Preparing for me to take you. Relaxing so deeply and preparing for me to take you. Exhale, yes, that's it, exhale completely and let go, let go, relax and let go, let me take you now, let me take you now. Relax so deeply and let me take you now."

His head was tilting to one side, and his cowboy hat slowly, so slowly, slipped off his head and fluttered to the floor.

He didn't even notice.

I savored the sight. Glazed eyes, totally expressionless, limp muscles, mouth hanging open, head tipped drunkenly to one side. He was hypnotized. He was mine.

And I was going to take him on the ride of his life.

"Yes, that's right, so deeply relaxed now, so ready for me to take you, so eager for me to take you. So ready for me to take you, so eager for me to take you. So ready, so eager. So ready to let go of all the cares and worries of being a chief, so eager to allow me to take you. So eager for me to take you, so ready to relax and let go of all your cares and worries. So eager for me, so ready for me. So carefree and relaxed and ready for me. And now, come over here, slowly, easily, come over here beside me now."

It was lovely to watch. As I softly coaxed and urged him, he slowly moved closer to me, closer to the car. Finally he was standing beside the car, and beside me, staring at me, utterly mesmerized. Utterly mine. I had him turn around and lean back against the car - and then had him reach into the car and hold on to the heavy steel tubes that ran all over the inside.

"Yes, that's it, so close, so close to the car, so close to me, so ready for me to take you. On this ride. So ready, so eager. Feel how hard it is, feel how thick it is." His hands, of course, were on the heavy-gauge steel of the roll cage, and that's what the words themselves referred to. But I had seen the lump in his jeans as he'd leaned into the car, and I knew it was getting bigger right now. And I would make it even bigger.

"Very good, very good, you are almost ready for me to take you. On the ride of your life. Almost ready for me to take you. Close your eyes now and relax even deeper, deeper and deeper, so deeply relaxed, so eager for me to take you, so ready for me to take you. So relaxed, so eager, so ready. The deeper you relax the more eager you become. Feel it getting harder, thicker, as you close your eyes and relax totally." His eyelids fluttered closed.

As he stood there, grasping what I knew to be called the roll cage, I pulled from my purse a sturdy pair of shiny steel handcuffs. Reaching into the car, I snapped one around his wrist, wrapped it around the roll cage, and snapped the other around his other wrist.

His body was now bound to the car itself, as tightly as his mind was bound to my desires. Tonight he would learn my desires, learn his part in fulfilling my desires. After tonight, he would be an active participant in the satisfying of my desires, any time I wanted him to be.

"Yes, that's right, very good, feel it, feel how hard and thick it is, and as you relax even deeper, you feel it getting even harder and thicker, harder and thicker. It has to be hard and thick in order for me to take you. On this ride. It has to be so hard, so thick, so that I may take you. On this ride. Feel it, feel it now. So hard, so thick. Feel it now."

He trembled, ever so slightly, handcuffed to the roll cage of the bright red race car. His upper body was more or less inside the car, his legs spread slightly. His body, and his mind as well, was totally helpless. I moved closer to him, close enough to whisper in his ear.

"So hard", I purred, in my most seductive voice. "Feel how hard it is, and know that I can make it even harder. I can make is SO hard. Right now, I can just touch it, and it will get harder and harder. Like this."

I placed my hand between his, wrapping it around the roll cage, making sure it was touching both his hands. His muddled mind went from his expanding cock back to the hard, thick steel of the roll cage, and the resulting confusion sent him even deeper. "Yes, that's right, feel my hand there, making it harder, thicker, harder and thicker. So hard and thick."

That was when I reached down with my other hand and, very carefully, slid it up between his legs and pressed my fingers against his engorged cock. Just once, ever so briefly. He shuddered, and made a noise that may have been a moan, as his thoughts suddenly shifted from the roll cage back to his cock - taking him even deeper. But my hand was already gone.

Had it ever really been there? He certainly didn't know.

"You love it when it's this hard and this thick", I whispered to him. "You love it when I take you. On this ride. You love it, you are so eager to let me take you. On this ride. So eager to let me take you. You want it, you need it, you ache for it. You dream about it. You will dream about it tonight when you're asleep, tonight and every night, you will dream about me making it harder and thicker, you will dream about letting me take you." I purposely left out the bit about the ride. I wanted him thinking about me taking him, plain and simple, since after all, that's what I was going to do.

"Yes, that's right, you will dream about it, dream about it being so hard and thick, and you will know it was me who made it that way, and you will dream about me taking you. You won't know why you have these dreams, but you will have them, and you will enjoy them so much, so very much. The dreams will make it hard and thick, but you will know that only I can make it even harder and thicker. You know that only I can take you. Only I can make it so hard and thick. And when I look in your eyes and tell you to let me take you, you will eagerly relax totally, even deeper than you are now, and allow me to take you, allow me to guide you, allow me to relax you, allow me to make it thicker and harder. When I look in your eyes and tell you to let me take you, you will let me... take you. You know that's true, you know that's what you want. Tell me you will let me take you. Say yes."

There was a long pause. I waited patiently, knowing he would accept my words. Once more, quickly, gently, I reached between his legs and caressed his throbbing cock, just once, ever so lightly. He shuddered again, and this time his moan was quite audible, and ended with an almost desperate "Yes".

Satisfied with the night's work, I stepped back and considered how to leave him. Rock-hard and aching was the obvious answer, but I didn't want him rushing home and jerking off. As far as I was concerned, his cock belonged to me now, and I would decide when and how it got used. That brought up another point, and I leaned in and whispered to him again.

"Very good, very good, you are so ready for me to take you, so ready. When you dream about me, when you dream about it being so thick and hard, you might want to masturbate. But you will find that you can't. The more you want to masturbate, the more intense your desire to see me again becomes. This desire builds and builds, every time you want to masturbate it grows stronger and stronger, building upon itself, growing more and more powerful. But you will not masturbate. You will resist, you will not give in to the desire to masturbate. Your desire will grow and grow, but you know you are unable to satisfy such incredible desire yourself. And so, you will not be able to masturbate. Even if you try to masturbate, it will shrink, it will shrink, you will feel nothing. And your desire will grow even more intense."

I knew very well that the next time I saw him, he would be a basket case. He would dream about me, dream about me taking him, and wake up hard - but if he tried to do anything about it - no results, except to want to see me again. And by the time we did meet again, he would be so wound up I could probably make him cum just by looking at him.

I undid the handcuffs and put them away until next time. "It's not hard any more, is it", I said. "It's not hard any more, it's not thick any more. It's time for tonight's ride to end. You know that I will take you again, and again, and you look forward to that, you look forward to allowing me to take you completely. And now, very slowly and easily, move out of the car and stand up straight." As he did, I picked up his hat and put it back on his head - backwards. Stifling a chuckle, I had him go back to where he had been when I had finally captured his gaze for the last time. I returned to my place leaning on the car and sighed. It was always rather sad to wake them up. They looked so damn good, waiting helplessly for my commands.

Oh well. There was always tomorrow.

Carefully, I awakened him, leaving no conscious memory of anything that had been said or done since he had started to surrender to trance, and no memory at all of my double-meaning questions or of my staring at him. He would also find himself quite impressed with my credentials - exactly which credentials I purposely left vague - and he would be quite eager to meet with me again the next night, same time, same place, for further... discussions. In short, he would only have a vague memory of a normal interview, and he would know we would meet again.

Grinning, I told him he'd better be sure to get his oil changed the next day, and the last thing I told him was not to tell anyone else about our interview. Since I'd made sure Debbie wouldn't even note the appointment in whatever scheduling she did, there was no record at all of this meeting.

He opened his eyes in time to hear me say "... and I'm looking forward talking to you again tomorrow night." He looked at me blankly for a moment until the suggestions I'd given him kicked in. Then he smiled and nodded, the missing forty five minutes of no concern at all.

"Yeah, I am too." We made small talk for a few moments before he showed me to the door. As he opened it, he tipped his hat to me - and only then did he realize it was on backwards. "What the hell...?", he muttered, as he turned it around the right way, blushing fiercely. I just grinned and shrugged and went on my way with a cheery goodbye.

Later that night, I lay in bed imagining him lying in bed with thoughts of me dancing through his head. Thoughts of me taking him. Thoughts of me making it hard and thick. Thoughts of me. Taking him. Me taking him. And I thought of him waking up, hard and hot and bothered, and unable to do anything about it. Unable to masturbate. Unable to find release.

I smiled as I slipped two fingers inside myself.

A quick check of my watch showed I was precisely sixteen minutes late. I imagined him in his office, waiting. Waiting for me. Thinking of me taking him, remembering his dreams of the night before, and his maddening inability to satiate his desires. He was tapping a pencil on his desk right now, I guessed. Waiting for me. Waiting.

Once inside the building, I crept quietly to his office door, peering in through the window which allowed him to see the shop floor from his desk. Sure enough, there was a pencil in his hand, and he was beating it on the desk with vigor, his eyes moving rapidly from the clock to his office door and back again. When he caught sight of me through the window, his face flushed and he almost jumped out of his chair. I stepped through his door just as he darted out from behind his desk.

"Kelly, hi, I was getting worried there for a minute", he said in a rapid-fire voice. I bet you were, I thought gleefully. He reached out to shake my hand, and I took his - and held it. His eyes widened as I gave him a quick, approving once-over.

Gone were the jeans, flannel shirt, and boots. This time he wore Dockers and a golf shirt with the name of the race team on it. I also saw he'd taken the time to shave, and I held back a grin.

Still holding his hand, I spoke softly. "I'm glad you asked me to come back. I've been thinking about this all day." His face flushed crimson, and it was obvious that he'd been thinking about it all day as well, not to mention all the previous night. "I was so excited I had a hard time sleeping last night, too", I added, just to see his reaction.

It was, needless to say, priceless. I could have fit the whole race car into his mouth, it was open so wide, and his face so red I thought he would burst. I squeezed his hand just a tiny bit tighter and said, "I was hoping you'd let me take you... for a ride tonight."

The results of that simple sentence brought a barely-suppressed moan to my lips. His mouth remained open, his eyes remained wide and staring - but his body seemed to tense for a split second, then deflate. His shoulders sagged, his whole body seemed to melt. His hand went limp in mine, and I smiled as I stared deep into his eyes, eyes that now saw only me. Only me.

"Yes, let me take you tonight. Deeper and deeper, so relaxed, so ready to let me guide you, to take you. So willing to allow this to happen. So willing to let me take you. Let me take you now, let me take you deep, deep, deep into this wonderfully relaxed state where anything I say relaxes you more and more, where everything I say increases your desire to let me take you. You want it so much, you want so much for me to take you. Tell me you want me to take you now. Say yes."

His reply sounded odd, with his mouth hanging open like it was, but it was definitely a yes. I smiled and squeezed his hand again, gently.

"Of course you do, it's all you can think of right now. And it's all you could think of last night in bed, wasn't it?" Again, that sound that meant yes. His cock was expanding, his Dockers forming a tent. I moved closer to him, staring deep, deep into his eyes, holding his hand tightly, and very lightly pressed my body against his. He sighed, almost a moan, and I could feel his hard cock through his pants.

"Poor baby", I said in a sympathetic voice. "Dreaming of it being so hard, wanting it so much, and not being able to do anything about it. It's hard, isn't it?" He didn't know whether I was talking about his cock, or the fact that he couldn't satisfy himself, but since the answer to both was yes, it was a safe thing to say - and he said it.

"Of course it is, it's so hard, and so thick, and so ready. It's so hard, and it's so ready, and you want it so much, don't you?" This time his reply was comprehensible.

"Of course you do. You know it's me, don't you? I'm the only one who can make it so hard, I'm the only one who can make it so thick, I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, so relaxed, so hard, so willing to let me take you. Let me take you now. Let me take you NOW."

He just stared at me. There was no resistance, none at all. He stood there, holding my hand, inches from me, gazing helplessly into my eyes. He was mine. And he would stay mine.

"Very good. You do not speak unless asked a question or told to speak. You will call me Ma'am. Only I can make you feel this way, only I can take you, and you will call me Ma'am. Every time you say that word, your desire to let me take you increases. Every time you say that word, your desire to let me take you increases. Only I can make it this hard, only I can satisfy your desires. Only I can take you. Only I HAVE taken you."

No response. Good. He was powerless, waiting for me once again, but this time there would be no tapping pencils. This time there would only be the waiting. I let him wait for a moment, just gazing deep into his eyes, sensing his body swaying ever so slightly as his unconscious mind kept him upright. I had taken him. And it was time to use him.

"Did my poor baby dream about me last night?"

There was a pause while his mouth moved. Finally, he said, "Yes, Ma'am." I smiled broadly. Oh, my, the things I would do with him...

"Did my poor baby try to play with himself?"

The color deepened on his face, and he whispered hoarsely, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Did my poor baby cum?"

"No, Ma'am." He almost choked on the words. His cock was raging now, the tent in his pants bulging out noticeably. I pouted, my best pout, wasted as it was on him in his condition.

"My poor baby. Would you like to cum?"

"Ahhhhhhhh... Yes, Ma'am..."

Smiling wickedly, I whispered to my hypnotized crew chief. "Close your eyes and follow me. Allow me to guide you. Allow me - to TAKE you." His eyelids fluttered closed, and I slowly, carefully, led him back out into the shop, where the same red car sat in more or less the same place. The hood was up on it this time, and the tires were off of it. It rested on jacks or whatever they're called, and the tires were piled two high about ten feet from the front of the car.

The night before, I had noticed a small, yet seemingly heavy, piece of flat steel sticking out from under the front of the car. It had a hole in it, and after having thought about it that day, I'd realized it was a place for the tow trucks to hook on to if they needed to pull it. I led my mesmerized plaything to the front of the car and stopped.

"My poor baby needs to cum. He wants me to take him. He dreamed about me all night long, but couldn't do anything. He's all excited and wants to cum." He stood next to me, his cock rigid, waiting. Waiting.

"You have to undress before you play with yourself. You don't want to make a mess on your clothes when you cum. Lower your pants and shorts down around your ankles and lie down. I will guide you. I will TAKE you."

After a few seconds, he fumbled with his belt buckle, finally undoing it. A moment later his slacks slid down, followed by his shorts. As I helped him lie down on the hard concrete floor, I studied his throbbing cock, following the veins up the underside, watching the head twitch with every beat of his heart. It looked positively delicious.

Once he was on the floor, I told him to stretch his arms up above his head. With a mumbled, "Yes, Ma'am", he did. Grinning, I took two pairs of handcuffs out of my purse, and fastened one around his wrists, binding them together next to the car. One side of the other set was snapped around the chain of that set, and the other side I slid through the hole in the steel bar under the front of the car. After studying his position for a moment, I realized I needed something more as well.

After a bit of poking around, I found a piece of rope about ten feet long. I wrapped one end of it around his ankles and tied it tight, then looped the other end around one of the tires, making sure it was tight as well. He now lay on the bare concrete floor, with his pants and shorts around his ankles, his arms outstretched, handcuffed together, his wrists bound to the car itself, and his feet immobilized by being tied to the heavy tires.

"Poor baby", I cooed with a grin. "Poor baby needs to cum. Poor baby wants to play with himself and cum. Go ahead, baby. Play with yourself. Make yourself cum. Imagine how good it will feel when you finally cum, imagine how hard you'll cum after having thought about me all day and all night. Go ahead, baby. Play with yourself. The harder you try, the deeper you go. The harder you try, the more you NEED me to TAKE you. You need me to take you, baby, and the harder you try to play with yourself, the greater that need will become."

He tried. He tried so hard. I almost - ALMOST - felt sorry for him, lying there with his wrists locked to the car. There was, obviously, no way for him to get his hands in any position to reach his cock, and, being a guy, he didn't know any other way to pleasure himself. There was no way for him to bend himself around, or curl up so he could reach his cock, because his ankles were bound to the tires. He lay writhing on the floor, moaning in agony, his cock waving helplessly in the air. I watched, eyes shining, licking my lips and feeling the heat between my legs building.

"The harder you try, the more you need me, baby. Try harder, baby, try, try to reach your aching cock. You want it, you need it, you HAVE to cum. Try, baby, try harder. The harder you try, the more you realize you need me to take you, you want me to take you, you want me so much, you need me so much. Try, baby. Try to cum."

I'd seen cocks before, and while his was certainly a nice one, I wasn't looking at that most of the time. I was watching his face, watching his reactions to his utter inability to please himself. He'd probably been jerking off since before he was a teenager, and now, despite his urgent need for release, he was totally incapable of performing a task he'd done for years. My voice echoed in his mind, reminding him he needed me, he wanted me to take him. I watched, I listened, I leaned against a tool box and caressed myself through my skirt. God, this was hot.

He groaned. Loudly. Reluctantly, I decided he'd had enough for now. Of course, I had no intention of letting him cum yet...

"Stop, baby, stop now. It seems you still can't play with yourself, and you tried so hard, baby, so hard. You need me, baby, you need me so much. You want me so much, but you just can't play with yourself when you think about me. You dream about me at night, fantasize about me during the day, but you just can't play with yourself. You need me, baby. Don't you?"

His voice conveyed pure anguish. "YES, MA'AM." He lay shuddering on the floor, his swollen cock bobbing back and forth, sweat dripping from his face. Poor baby... NOT.

"Of course you do. And every time I look in your eyes and tell you to let me take you, you will eagerly relax totally, even deeper than you are now, and allow me to take you, allow me to guide you, allow me to relax you, allow me to make it thicker and harder. When I look in your eyes and tell you to let me take you, you will let me... take you. You know that's true, you know that's what you want. Tell me you will let me take you. Say yes."

"YES, MA'AM."

"Very good", I said with a satisfied smile. "Very good. If you behave yourself, I might actually let you cum next time. Maybe." His only reaction was a soft moan.

I untied his ankles and removed the handcuffs. Carefully, I had him stand up, and led him back into his office, his pants and shorts still down around his ankles. There were marks in his wrists from the handcuffs, but I knew they would fade soon. Once in his office, I pulled his pants back up - but not before taking that hard, gorgeous cock all the way into my mouth, just once, then releasing it with a quick lick of the head. He gasped and moaned, and he was still shuddering as I fastened his belt.

My poor, aching baby sat down in his chair, his cock still hard and ready. I whispered to him for ten minutes, first taking him way, way down, then bringing him back up very, very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that he was still under when I drove away. He awakened shortly thereafter, smiling as he thought of how well his second interview with that new lady mechanic had gone, and looking forward to seeing her again the next night. Then he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his cock through his pants, and was once again disappointed that the only result of this effort was a raging hard-on but no relief.

He dreamed of me that night as well, and as I lay in bed masturbating to the vision of him lying on the floor, I wondered whether I really would let him cum the next night.

I entered his office the following night with a purpose. He looked up, smiled, and started to stand. He never made it.

"Let me take you", I said, staring into his eyes. His eyes widened, his cheeks flushed, and then his eyes closed and he slipped limply back into his chair. I stood there in front of his desk, smiling. This was going to be a delightful evening - for me.

"Deeper and deeper", I whispered to my enthralled crew chief. "Go so deep, so deep, way down into this wonderful place only I can take you to. I know you dream about me at night, I know you play with your beautiful cock and think of me, don't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am", he answered slowly. My smile widened - he learned well. His beautiful cock was expanding now, I saw, the lump growing in his pants. I went around behind his desk and stood beside him.

"And when you played with yourself, did you cum?"

"No, Ma'am", he said, his voice breaking. Poor baby, I thought, shaking my head and grinning wickedly.

"Really? Is that because you don't WANT to cum?"

"NO, Ma'am", he cried, his body sprawled in the chair.

"So you DO want to cum."

"Yes, Ma'am", he stammered.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching the bulge in his pants twitching. Tonight, he would masturbate for me. I would watch. I would enjoy. As for him - maybe.

"That looks so uncomfortable, sitting there with your cock so hard and so cramped inside your pants. You must unzip your pants so you'll be more comfortable." Eyes shining, I watched him fumble with his zipper. He tugged it down, and his cock burst right out. It was just as delicious-looking as it had been.

"Do you ever sit there at your desk, and think about me?", I asked.

"Yes, Ma'am", he said thickly. I gently swung his chair around so he was facing his desk again, then climbed up on his desk, sitting above and facing him, my feet perched on the arms of his chair. Were his eyes open, they would find themselves focused on my crotch. My eyes were focused on his cock, waving helplessly below me.

"Do you masturbate when you sit there and think about me?"

He moaned softly before replying. "Yes, Ma'am".

"Good boy. Such a good boy. I think you want to play with yourself right now. Of course you do, you want to sit right there in that chair and think about me and play with yourself, slow and easy, enjoying it, savoring it, allowing every sensation to increase your desire to keep on playing with yourself. But, my poor baby, you won't be able to cum unless I say you can. So when you feel yourself ready to cum, you must stop for a moment. I'm going to sit here and talk to you, and while I do, you can listen and reach down and take that great big cock in your hands and play with it for me. Go ahead, baby, I want you to hang on to it, to feel it, to grab it and stroke it while you think about me. Go ahead, baby, do it now."

I continued, speaking softly and gently, watching him carefully. His hands twitched, his face flushed crimson. "Deeper and deeper into relaxation, baby, deeper into a place where you know you can do anything I ask of you." The color faded slightly, and his hands moved a bit more purposefully.

He actually gasped as he reached his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed, moaning softly. "Go ahead, baby, play with it for me, think about my lips around it, do it for me, baby."

For a few moments, he squeezed and stroked slowly, his body quivering every now and then, as I gently increased his desire while at the same time taking him deeper. I noticed, almost but not quite with surprise, that my own hand had found its way between my own legs. Grinning wickedly, I worked my way out of my pants while still sitting on his desk. I kicked them away and replaced my feet on the arms of his chair, trapping him between the chair back and my thighs and more-or-less exposed pussy. My panties were already soaked, and I knew it wouldn't be long before they went the same way my pants had.

"You love it when it's this hard and this thick", I whispered to him. "You love it when I take you. You love it, you are so eager to let me take you. So eager to let me take you. You want it, you need it, you ache for it. You dream about it. You dream about me making it harder and thicker, you dream about letting me take you." I realized this was almost exactly what I'd said to him the first night I'd taken him, and my smile grew. It was more than a dream now.

"So hard and thick, it feels so good, thinking about me and playing with your thick hard cock." I slipped my fingers inside my panties and shuddered as I brushed them over my aching clit. "It feels so good", I repeated, my voice a bit ragged.

Fuck the panties. I slid them off, kicked them away, and pulled his chair closer with my feet. The chair itself was now as close to the desk as it could be and still allow his cock room. I slid one finger, then two, inside my soaking pussy as I continued.

"Play with it, baby", I said, no longer making any attempt to control the raw edge of passion in my voice. "Stroke it, pump it, feel it, imagine my lips around it, imagine that's my hand around it. Imagine that is my hand stroking your thick, hard, cock, baby. That's my hand stroking you. My hand."

I broke off, now with two fingers inside myself and two fingers of my other hand caressing my clit. The expression on his face was one of sheer wonder, sheer delight. There was nothing in his world except my voice, my image in his mind, and the sensations of his hard cock getting stroked. There were no distractions, no cares, no worries. There was just the pleasure - and me.

Looking at that face, knowing what he was feeling, and feeling what I was feeling, was so incredibly hot. There is nothing in the world like watching a hypnotized man jerk off for me, and I was enjoying it to the fullest. I realized a subtle reminder was in order, because in a few moments I would be rather distracted.

"Remember, baby, you can't cum until I say you can. So any time you think you're going to cum, stop what you're doing, and count from five down to one. As you do, you'll relax deeper and deeper. At the count of one, you will be so much deeper relaxed, and you will resume playing with your hard, beautiful cock for me."

And there we sat, facing each other, masturbating. I watched as he gasped, paused for a few moments, then resumed stroking. He was such a good boy, I thought again, as my own thoughts became slightly disjointed. Half a minute later, he paused again, and by this time I was right on the edge myself. His breathing was ragged, his body was trembling, his cock straining for release that only I could provide.

But the release was for me. I tensed, throwing my head back and moaning loudly. At some level, he heard and understood what that sound was, because his body heaved, and he instantly stopped again. I leaned forward, bearing down and gripping my fingers within myself, drawing out what was proving to be a most intense orgasm. Finding myself staring almost straight down at his purple cock, I imagined it suddenly exploding right then and there, showering me with cum - and I came again, bending over almost double, fingers working furiously on my clit as I wiggled the other two around inside myself. Gasping, I quickly sat up straight, leaned all the way back so I was laying on his desk, raised my hips up in the air, and came again.

My body remained there, arched up on his desk, for what seemed to be forever. That orgasm rippled back and forth through my body, not fading away for a long, long time. Finally, I dropped heavily to the desk, feeling the sweat pouring off me, and with a giggle I hoped there were no important papers on his desk.

Groaning, but a good groan, I sat up, breathing heavily. He was still there, pumping, stopping, waiting, pumping, stopping, waiting. Such a good boy. He deserved a reward.

I reached up to wipe the sweat from my eyes and got the most inspired idea. Slowly, I reached towards him, my fingers glistening with my juices. As he pumped his aching cock, I slowly ran one finger over his lips. He moaned from deep within his trance - he knew that taste. Grinning like the devil herself, I slipped my sodden finger into his mouth. "Suck on it, baby."

He had no real idea what was happening, but he did as he was told. I sat there, watching him suck my moist fingers while he played with himself for me. Delicious.

Sitting up, I stretched luxuriously, my arms reaching for the ceiling and my toes wiggling on the arms of his chair. He still sat there, stroking for all he was worth, then pausing, then repeating. He was getting about two strokes in between pauses now, and I knew he was ready to explode. He'd probably keep right on stroking if I....

Smiling, I jumped off the desk and found my panties. They went back on, followed by my slacks. I climbed back up on his desk, replaced my feet on his chair, and spoke.

"Baby, in just a moment you're going to awaken. When you awaken, you will find yourself sitting in your chair, thinking of me and playing with your beautiful hard cock. You won't have to just imagine me any more - I'll be sitting right here, watching you play with yourself, knowing I'm the reason you're so hard, knowing I'm the reason you're so turned on. And knowing that turns me on. I want you to know that. Turning you on turns me on. You might want to stop playing with yourself, but you won't be able to. You won't be able to cum, either. I want to sit here and watch you play with yourself for a long, long time. When you want to cum, ask me, and I'll either say yes or no. You'll do this for me, of course, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am", he stammered, his words barely comprehensible.

"Good boy. On the count of three, your eyes will open and you'll be wide awake, wide awake and unable to stop playing with yourself. One. Two."

"Three."

His eyelids opened slowly, his pumping action slowing as well. For a few seconds, he just sat there, hand barely moving, eyes struggling to focus. He noticed me in front of him, and soon after, realized what he was doing, and that I was sitting on his desk watching.

His eyes opened wider than ever, and he opened his mouth. "Shush, baby, shush. Just go ahead with what you were doing." His mouth snapped shut. Such a good boy.

He adjusted his grip on his cock and squeezed a bit tighter. His eyes never left mine, his face flushed bright red, and I heard him mutter, "Holy SHIT." But his hand pumped a bit faster.

I leaned back and smiled, watching my big strong crew chief playing with himself for me again. After a moment, he gasped, cleared his throat, and stammered, "Can I come?" he blinked, his face registering shock and confusion along with the excitement. I laughed - it was clear that asking permission was a new idea to him.

"No", I said, looking at his cock and grinning.

"Holy SHIT", he hissed, his body shuddering. I was loving this, loving the thought of him utterly dependent on me for release. After about twenty seconds, he asked again, his voice a bit higher than last time.

"Can I cum??" His eyes were wide, he was leaning back in his chair with his cock firmly in hand.

"No."

"Shhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt..." And he resumed stroking, staring at me pleadingly. Pleading. Hmmmm... no, not tonight.

"CAN I CUM????", he yelled, his voice about six octaves higher.

"No."

"OOOOOooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..................."

He gasped, licked his lips - and froze. His eyes locked onto mine, then slid down to my hands, which were resting comfortably on his desk. They then darted to my crotch, which was still right there in front of him. I saw his nose twitch, then his tongue came out one more time, hesitatingly, tentatively. He ran it over his lips again, and groaned aloud.

"Jeeeezus CHRIST, CAN I CUM????????????"

I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. I leaned down and stared at him. "Do you REALLY want to cum?"

"YES, OH GOD, PLEASE, YES!!!!!!!!!!" His hand was jerking frantically now, his body bouncing up and down in his chair. This was way too good, I knew. This was WAY too good. I smiled gently, reassuringly, stared into his eyes, and spoke.

"Let me take you."

His jaw dropped. He froze, his body twitching uncontrollably a few times. His eyelids fluttered, and consciously or not, he tried to keep them open. It was no use. "Let me take you", I repeated firmly.

His eyes closed and he sagged back into his chair, his grip loosening around the raw flesh of his cock.

I sat up straight and took a deep breath. There was a scent in the air of the office, a scent so intangible and yet so familiar to those who have experienced it. It was, quite simply, the smell of sex.

I glanced at my watch, and decided it was time to leave - almost. I had a few things to take care of first.

"Deeper and deeper, baby, so relaxed, so calm and comfortable. So calm, so relaxed, so comfortable, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper."

Before long, his color had returned to normal, I'd had him zip his pants back up, he had more or less recovered from his ordeal - physically, at least. Once he was nice and deep, I got to the good part.

"When you awaken in just a moment, you're not going to have any conscious memory of my watching you playing with yourself. You won't have any conscious memory of my watching you and enjoying you. And tonight when you go to bed, you'll dream of me again, and you may even play with yourself again..." I broke off, grinning as I imagined his reaction to the idea of playing with himself in the condition his cock was in. "...But you still won't be able to cum, oh, no, you won't be able to cum." Then I had him sit up straight.

I stood in the door of his office and woke him up quickly. He blinked and looked around, trying to orient himself. Finally he noticed me in the door, and his jaw fell again. "Oh - Kelly!"

"Thanks for the conversation", I said with a grin. "I found it quite- stimulating. And yes, I'll be back tomorrow at the same time". I stepped into the shop, closing the office door behind me, and walked unhurriedly to the outside door. As I passed the window from the shop to his office, I saw him still sitting there, staring at me, wondering what the fuck had happened.

I paused just after the window and peered cautiously back in, making sure he didn't notice me. He was sitting there, staring at nothing, shaking his head. I saw him lick his lips, then run a finger over them, then taste that finger. He shook his head again, and leaned back in his chair. He tipped it back and stared at the ceiling. Then, to my surprise, he put his hand on his crotch. When he started rubbing, I stifled a laugh as he stopped quickly and sat up straight, the shout of "JESUS!" clear even from inside the office. He stared down at his crotch in amazement. The poor baby just had no idea what was going on. He looked at his watch, then the calendar, and I heard him mumble something that sounded very much like, "Same time... twenty four hours... jeez...." He shook his head in dismay.

I slipped quietly out of the shop and drove home. The next 24 hours wouldn't pass quickly enough for me, either, I knew.

I parked my car in its now-customary spot behind the big tractor trailer truck. No point in having anyone wonder why there was a brand new shiny black Ferrari convertible parked at the shop every night, I thought with a wry grin. I'd decided to take a slightly different tack this evening and allow him to be himself for a while. He knew, though, that there was something about me, something happening that he couldn't pin down, something he needed that he couldn't quite name. He knew it and I knew it. The difference is, I knew what it was - and I wanted it as much as him. But he was going to have to wait for it.

I peered into his office to find him checking his watch. He caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye and jumped to his feet. "Kelly, hi, nice to see you again. Come in, sit down." I smiled as I daintily sat down in the chair opposite him, sitting up straight, knees together, hands folded in my lap. He looked at me strangely before sitting down himself.

It was all I could do to keep from taking him down right then and there, his trigger word was on the tip of my tongue. He leaned back and tipped his head back a bit, and I could tell from the way his body was positioned that his legs were pretty far apart. His arms rested on the arms of his chair, not crossed over his chest. It was almost classic body language - he was unconsciously begging to surrender to me, his body was offering itself to me even though his mind hadn't realized it.

"I've enjoyed our talks the past few nights, but I still have a few questions", I said. He nodded, his mind clearly elsewhere. A few seconds later, he blinked.

"Um, yeah, sure, go ahead. Anything." He nodded, slouching down just a bit, his knees separating even wider. I couldn't see them under the desk, but I could tell. He was begging with his body for me to take him. I smiled.

Anything. Yes, anything. He would do anything for me. With that one word, seemingly carelessly tacked onto the end of his reply, I knew for certain that he wanted me to take him. And I would. In my own sweet time.

"I was wondering - there's no ignition key or anything in that car, how do you turn it on?"

He blinked, and his eyes flew open. He grinned, but the grin quickly faded. He opened his mouth but had no words yet, so he closed it again, his face glowing brightly. "Um. Turn it on?" The color deepened on his cheeks, and I tried not to squirm in my chair. He took a deep breath, looked away, looked back at me, and blinked some more. I knew the only two words he heard from my question were "turn on". However, with a valiant effort, Alex answered my question.

"Um, well, there's a switch on the dash. Actually, there's four switches, one for the ignition, one for the rear end cooler..." - his face flushed even deeper as he said that, and I felt a flash of heat deep inside me - "...um, one for the battery - there's an emergency switch for that, too - and one for, the, um..." His voice trailed off. I'd just been sitting there staring at him as he spoke, and his need to surrender was so great that he lost his train of thought merely staring into my eyes. But I wanted him to squirm some more.

I remained silent for a few long seconds. He didn't say another word, he didn't move. He just sat there and stared at me, his jaw hanging. Finally I straightened up and spoke.

"OK, thanks, that makes sense. Does it use a regular car battery, like they say on TV, or do they make special batteries for racing?"

It took him a moment to come to his senses. He swallowed, blinked, and looked very confused. "Huh? I mean, I'm sorry, I missed that." I smiled, most understandingly.

"The battery. Is it a regular one or a special one?"

"Oh, um, the battery, it's a real one, I mean, a regular one. Yeah, it's just a special one, I mean, it's NOT a special one or anything. Is it hot in here or is it me?", he asked, tugging at his collar.

"Here, maybe I can help", I said, rising. I'd noticed, a few nights before, a large electric fan on a tall stand in the corner of his office. I imagined it did get rather hot in there during the day, with all the work going on with the car. I also imagined he was much hotter now, and it was a very different kind of heat.

I walked over to the fan, turned it around, and turned it on low. I made sure it was pointed pretty much out the door. I wanted him hot and bothered, but I also had wanted to get out of that chair and sit somewhere I could watch him more closely. I came back towards his desk, and he grinned weakly and nodded his thanks. His grin changed to a look of awe as I slid up onto the corner of his desk. He flopped backwards into his chair, his body still exposed and vulnerable. I sighed, feeling a slight tremor. I knew it wouldn't be long before I took him.

"Is that better?", I asked softly, staring into his eyes. He stared back, clearly begging me to take him, his body already almost limp in the chair. "Is that better?", I repeated, a bit louder. He started, blinking rapidly, and swallowed several times.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I mean, yes, thank you. Much better."

"Good", I said, giving him my most irresistible smile. He almost melted in his chair, leaning back heavily, staring wide-eyed at me. He sighed, and that sigh was so close to a moan that it made no difference. There was a huge lump in his pants which he made no attempt to hide. I wasn't even sure he knew, consciously, that he was hard. But hard he was, so hard, so very hard. It was my turn to sigh. Soon. Very soon.

He was licking his lips again. I imagined that tongue licking something very different, and the temptation to take him down right away came over me again. Not yet, though. Not just yet. I was loving this, loving watching him pleading with his body for me to take him, pleading for me to allow him to surrender himself to me. He wasn't consciously doing this - but that's exactly what he was doing.

Sitting on the edge of his desk, I leaned back, bringing one leg up painstakingly slowly, crossing it just as slowly over the other. I could feel the heat of his eyes traveling up my thigh beyond the inside hem of my tight shorts. I inwardly smiled, knowing he was all mine. Not that he would be, not that he could be - that he was. I began gently swinging my foot back and forth. It wasn't moving very far, or very fast. It was just moving, back and forth, back and forth - and his eyes went to it, and stayed there, watching it move, back and forth. He wasn't even consciously aware that he'd been hypnotized before, and yet here he was trying to go under again. Trying to surrender to me again. Trying to surrender.

It was time to let him.

I was wearing open-toed, thin-strapped, black leather, high-heeled, elegant sandals, that tied around my ankles. My exposed toenails were painted red with sparkles. Alex was staring, waiting, wanting.

"My sandals are so pretty, aren't they?", I asked softly.

He kept his eyes fixed upon them as they gently swung back and forth, finally whispering something that sounded like yes.

"And my toenails. Did you notice the color of my toenails? Look at them now, and tell me what color you see."

His eyes shifted ever so slightly. "Shiny, sparkling, red", he breathed.

"Yes. Red is a fascinating color. Can you see that all of my toes are painted red?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, good." I smiled broadly, thrilled at how he'd remembered to call me Ma'am. His unconscious mind was urging him on, crying out for him to surrender. Totally.

"And my feet", I went on. "Look closely at my feet, watch the way the tiny muscles move and flex as I move my foot back and forth. Watch all the tiny muscles moving. Can you see them?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Of course you can. It's so relaxing, sitting there quietly, just watching my sandals and listening to my voice. Listening only to my voice. And now your eyes move up, up to my ankle. See the bones there, watch them as they move back and forth, back and forth. See the way the tight leather straps caress my ankle and how the ends of the leather bow hang lazily down, touching my instep."

I watched as his eyes shifted from side to side in time with the movement of my legs. He was utterly fascinated, utterly captivated by my legs, and my shiny red toes, and my sandals. He was sinking deep, deep, into the web I was weaving around him.

"And now your eyes move again, up my legs, up my legs, focusing on the flesh of my calves, seeing the muscles beneath the skin, seeing them moving back and forth, back and forth. Now my knees, moving slowly and gently, back and forth, back and forth."

Now came the fun part. I was going to take him all the way up to the lower edge of my shorts - and then take him back down to my sandals. I knew that as his focus moved up my thigh, his unconscious arousal would move up as well.

"Good, so relaxed, so comfortable, looking at my feet, listening to my voice. So relaxed, so comfortable. And now your eyes move up, up my thighs... up my thighs... Look closely at my skin, see how it moves as my legs move back and forth, back and forth. Look at my thighs, closer and closer, higher and higher. Allow yourself to imagine how that skin feels, how soft, how smooth, how warm. Allow yourself to imagine what it would be like to touch my thighs. Allow yourself to imagine what it would be like to put your hands where your eyes are looking now."

He was imagining. His face was red, his eyes wide. His breathing, while still regular, was much deeper than a moment before. I shifted ever so slightly, allowing his eyes to follow the line where my legs lay atop each other directly to where they met at my waist.

"Yes, Alex, imagine it. Imagine your hands right there. Imagine your tongue right there. You can see it in your mind, you can feel my soft, warm, smooth skin. It feels so good, Alex, doesn't it? And now, imagine your fingers, closely followed by your tongue, gently stroking and licking their way down my warm, soft thighs. Gently swirling behind my knees, down my calves, imagine your tongue licking my ankles. And now, imagine your tongue sliding down my instep. Feel it there, as you softly caress each toe, allowing your tongue to run down the arch of my foot. Imagine the feel of each toe as you caress it with your warm tongue." I couldn't help but have to readjust myself on that desk, as I could feel that familiar tingling deep inside of me.

His breathing changed, becoming less rhythmic, more strained. I knew he wanted to keep looking at my thighs, to keep imagining his hands and tongue there. In due time. His eyes swept back down my legs, coming at last to rest on my sandals, which were still swinging back and forth.

"Very good, Alex. Watch closely, see them moving, back and forth, it's such a comforting sensation. Listening to the sound of my voice, watching my sandals swaying gently, allows you to relax deeper than you ever have before in your life. Let it happen, Alex. Let it happen now."

He stared raptly at my sandals, his already limp body sinking even more heavily into his chair. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes were barely open. He was right there, right on the edge. It was time to send him over the edge.

"Let go, Alex. Close your eyes and relax totally, and allow me to take you to a place you've never imagined. Let me take you, Alex. Let me take you now."

He was so close to trance, so ready to surrender, and my speaking his trigger was the last straw. His eyes rolled up and closed, his body sagged loosely in the chair. His knees were bent out at an awkward angle, his crotch wide open, his hard cock pulsing clearly inside his pants. His limp arms slipped off the arms of his chair and dangled heavily at his sides. Shuddering with delight, I stood up.

"Yes, Alex, you feel so good right now, so comfortable, so open. You relaxed willingly, eagerly. You know that you cannot, you do not want to, resist this power that I have over you. And you know that every time you allow yourself to fall under my power you will allow yourself to go down deeper and faster and surrender more and more of yourself. You want to surrender, you truly want to surrender."

"Yes, Ma'am", he moaned softly. I almost came right there.

"Yes, Alex, you love surrendering to me, to my voice, to my magic eyes. My voice and my magic eyes, Alex. Say that out loud to me, Alex." I had no idea why I'd told him to do that, but that phrase intrigued me once I'd said it.

"Magic eyes."

"Yes, my voice and my magic eyes. Say it again, Alex."

"Magic eyes."

"See my eyes in your mind now, Alex. See them, gazing at you, pulling you down, down, deeper and deeper into them. Deeper and deeper, Alex."

The vision of my eyes drifted through his mind. I loved it, I loved every fucking second of it. He sat there, limp in his chair, seeing my eyes in his mind, while I massaged my breasts through my top.

With a sigh of my own, I stopped kneading my hard nipples and took a deep breath. My hypnotized crew chief was lost in his image of my eyes, falling deeper and deeper into them. "Stop now, Alex."

His breathing was once more deep and regular, and his cock was still pressing hard against his pants. That sight brought back memories of the night before, when he'd played with himself for my pleasure. I wanted that again, I wanted to see this big strong man playing with himself for me.

"Alex, I want you to be comfortable, I want you to be completely comfortable, and I know that you would be more comfortable if you undid your pants and gave your hard, hard cock some room. Go ahead, Alex, undo your pants and take your cock out for me. I want to see it."

He stirred, his hands jerking hesitantly to his lap. He then pawed at his belt buckle, then his zipper. I closed my eyes and felt a shiver run up and down my spine as I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone. When I opened my eyes a second later, he was reaching inside his shorts and removing his throbbing cock. I decided that wasn't enough.

"Oh, yes, Alex, you look so much more comfortable, and I know you would be even more comfortable if you took your pants and underwear off completely. So do that for me now."

"Yes, Ma'am", he murmured, as he lurched unsteadily to his feet. I watched, spellbound myself, as he slowly undressed. His shoes, his socks, then his pants ended up in a pile on the floor. His shorts came down last, and his cock was finally free. He stood there, waiting. Waiting.

"Good, Alex, very good", I said, my eyes shining. "And now, Alex, slowly turn around for me, and let me look at you." Slowly he turned as I sat there admiring his beautiful hard body. Everything about Alex was hard - a truly delightful sight, and I was enjoying savoring it. "Your body is so relaxed, so comfortable, and so free, and so very beautiful. Sit down again now, Alex, sit down and relax even deeper. You dream about me, you play with yourself thinking about me, don't you, Alex?"

"Yes, Ma'am", he said, his voice straining, his cock swelling.

"I know you do, baby. I know how much you want to cum. I know how much you need to cum. I know you want to play with yourself right now, baby. Do that for me now. Take your hard cock in your hand and play with yourself - but remember, baby, you can't cum without my permission."

Groaning, he grasped at his cock. I noticed with no real surprise that his grip was exactly the same as it had been the previous night. It always surprised me that guys seemed to find one way to please themselves, and never really explored any further. That would change, I promised myself.

He started pumping his cock with his hand, his face coloring once again, his breathing becoming more uneven. I sat there, watching, savoring the knowledge that this man would drop his pants for me at my command. And he would willingly stroke himself at my command.

"Yeah, baby, stroke that hard cock, play with it for me, baby, play with it, it turns me on so much. Play with it, baby, make it harder and harder - but don't cum, baby, no, no, don't cum, you have to ask me if you want to cum. You can't cum without my permission, but you can feel so good without actually cumming, baby, so good."

Slumped in his chair, his hand jerking frantically, my enraptured crew chief played with himself for my pleasure. And pleasurable it was, as I watched his face, watched his cock swelling, harder and harder. And as his moans increased in frequency and intensity, I began to wonder.

Was there any harm in keeping him from cumming? Was it possible to cause any real physical damage by constant cycles of extreme arousal and no release? I watched, and listened, and got more and more turned on, and wetter and wetter, and hotter and hotter - and I almost started feeling sorry for him. Was I doing him any harm? I truly didn't want to harm him. And with that, I decided to let him cum this time. But he would have to prove his devotion.

"Alex, do you remember when you played with yourself for me the last time and had to ask me to let you cum?"

"Yes, Ma'am", he said through clenched teeth.

"You were begging me, weren't you, baby?"

"Uuuhhhhhhhhhh... yes", he moaned, his body shaking. I was shaking myself, remembering him begging for release - and my refusing to allow it. God, the power he had given me...

"Beg me again, baby. Beg me to allow you to cum. Get down on your knees and prove to me, through your actions and words, that you truly deserve to cum."

He actually caught and held his breath for a moment, his hand freezing on his cock. I moaned aloud as he slid out of his chair, coming to rest heavily on his knees. "Open your eyes and look at me, baby, open your eyes and go deeper and beg me to let you cum while you play with your beautiful hard cock."

His eyes opened, and slowly focused on me as I sat on his desk, my feet dangling down where his chair would normally roll under his desk. He looked at me, blinked, his face flushed - and he resumed pumping his cock with even more intensity than before. I sat there looking down at him, surprised at the feelings which were now darting through my mind. I'd always enjoyed using the power I had over people, both men and women, but there was something new here, something I hadn't experienced before. I couldn't put my finger on it, and the sight of Alex kneeling before me, playing with his cock, utterly dependant on me for release, made it hard to think about very much.

"C...can I.. cum..?", he stammered, staring directly into my eyes.

"No", I replied, feeling that incredible rush of power again. He moaned, his eyelids fluttering.

"Pleaaaaaaase!!!", he gasped, his body shuddering.

"No", I said, my eyes blazing, my body on fire. His cock was purple again, his hand wrapped so tight around it that his knuckles were actually white. My mind was whirling. A man was kneeling on a concrete floor for me, lost in pleasure that I had allowed him - and powerless to allow that pleasure to fully blossom without my permission. The power belonged to me, the power to make a man WANT to kneel on a concrete floor and play with himself. The power to deny a man release, and to allow it when it suited me. I knew, however, that it was all right - because he had clearly shown his desire to be in this position. And the position, right now, was kneeling on a concrete floor begging me to let him cum.

"PLEASE!", he cried, his back straight, his head back, his hand motionless on his cock. I knew he was almost past the point of no return, and I remembered that it had been here that I had denied him for the last time the previous night. The thrill was so intense that I actually blushed, and I heard a strange sound that I realized was me giggling almost giddily. A heady thing, this power.

"No", I said, my voice low and raw. "Play with it, baby. Beg me. Beg me."

He moaned constantly now, his motions disjointed and seemingly at random. I knew that he was so close to coming that anything more than a good stroke or two would put him over the edge.

"PLEASE!!!!!!!!", he screamed. I stared into his wide eyes, feeling his pure, blind need, his raw desire. He stared back, his eyes begging even more clearly than his words.

"Yes", I whispered softly, nodding my head slightly.

He froze for a brief instant, and his eyes opened even wider. His hand jerked once, twice, three times, and again, and again, and continued pumping as he let out a roar that sounded like a tiger in heat.

Such was the intensity of his climax, such was the buildup of his passion, and such was the angle of his cock when he came, that he completely covered the underside of his desk - in addition to soaking my toes, my feet, and my sandals. I stared down at the thick white liquid dripping from my skin, listening to him moaning as he at long last was allowed his release. His moans excited me beyond belief, I could not take my eyes off the beautiful sight of his cum dripping from my feet and toes. Again, those vague new ideas seemed to want to make themselves understood, but I didn't know what to think, other than I was so turned on it was incredible. And as I sat there staring, listening to his breathing slow down, I had an inspired thought.

"Alex. You've cum all over my toes, and on my feet, you've cum all over them. You have to clean it up, Alex. Lick it up."

He looked slowly down at my cum-covered feet, then just as slowly back up into my eyes, where he'd been looking at the instant of climax. I did not expect what happened next in the least - but when it happened, I knew it was the answer to my own questions.

"Yes, Mistress", he said in a very strange voice. Every hair on my body stood out straight when I heard those words, and it took me a moment to remember to breathe. He was already leaning down when I spoke, my voice somehow unfamiliar, stronger, more powerful than any voice I'd ever used with anyone. I hadn't meant it to sound like that, it just did.

"Look at me, Alex. Look deeply into my eyes and say that again."

He straightened and looked me in the eye. "Yes, Mistress", he said.

Mistress.

I sat there in a daze, hearing that word over and over in my mind. Mistress. I became aware of a feeling of intense warmth. He called me Mistress. Holy SHIT.

"You may lick it up now, Alex", I said, my thoughts racing.

"Yes, Mistress", he said again, as he bent down.

I looked down at him as he knelt there on the concrete, softly licking my red-painted toes. The little licking noises his mouth made echoed in my head, exciting me more and more. He looked so... right, there, like he belonged there. He called me Mistress. He belongs right there, at my feet.

The magnitude of my discovery swept over me like a tidal wave. The power games I'd played in the past paled into nothing compared to this. A man was kneeling on a concrete floor and calling me his Mistress. I was aware of an incredible sensation of power, of control, of authority.

He was licking his cum off my feet, as I'd instructed him. I noticed with satisfaction that most of his cum was gone already, and I shivered with joy as I watched him lick and swallow, lick and swallow. I was already incredibly hot, my pussy was on fire, my nipples aching, and as I watched his tongue flicking around my feet, sweeping away his cum, I knew what I was going to do next. And what HE was going to do next. And I noticed, when I spoke, that it was in that same, unfamiliar, much stronger than normal voice.

"Very good, Alex. When you are done with that, you will make sure there is no more on the rest of my legs. You will explore every inch of both legs with your tongue, Alex, moving higher and higher up from my feet, over my ankles, my calves and shins, my knees, and my thighs. Every inch of my legs, Alex. I want to feel your tongue everywhere. Close your eyes and allow your other senses to guide you, Alex."

"Yes, Mistress", he said, his lips pressed against the sole of my foot. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut. This was fucking incredible.

All I could do for the next ten minutes was stare at him as his tongue crept up my legs. I was shaking constantly, my pussy sodden, my nipple pressing hard against my bra. I watched Alex lick my legs, higher and higher. "Good boy, Alex", I said softly.

He was three quarters of the way up my thighs now, inches from the lower edge of my short shorts. I stared at his tongue, and at my shorts, and gasped as his tongue ran up the inside of my left thigh. He repeated that with the right thigh, and I groaned aloud. He continued working on the insides of my thighs, first one side, then the other, until I looked down to see my thighs gleaming slightly from his saliva. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I grabbed the bottom of my shorts on one side and pulled them as far over as I could. The result was that my pussy was exposed, since I wasn't wearing any panties tonight.

Finally, his tongue brushed against the lower edge of my shorts. He paused, and his tongue slid slowly to the side. His nostrils twitched, and he paused. Something deep inside of him knew what that scent was.

"Lick me, Alex. Lick my clit, Alex."

There was a very short pause before he replied. "Yes, Mistress", he said, his voice awe-struck. His tongue came out again, and a second later I inhaled sharply as his tongue darted over my clit, danced around my pussy, ducked inside me. I slid my fingers through his hair. His warm breath, his probing tongue, his muffled sounds of lust, and the echo of the word Mistress were making me crazy. I lay back all the way on his desk, placing my legs on his back, holding his face with my thighs. Closing my own eyes, I let go, allowing my new... slave... the mere thought of that word made me moan... to please me.

I wanted to savor this, to enjoy it fully. My body squirmed, my thighs squeezing him tightly one moment, and allowing him to breathe the next. Lost, drifting, I enjoyed the sensation of his tongue between my legs, enjoyed the attention of my new slave. He worked intently, his breathing heavy and muffled by my thick pubic hair. His warm breath against my skin felt so good, and the stubble on his cheeks brushed roughly against my thighs. Rather than causing any discomfort, that made me even hotter. I moaned, and from deep within the fog in which his thoughts floated, he moaned as well. "Yes, you're such a good boy, Alex", I sighed.

I lay there on Alex's desk as he kneeled on the concrete and licked his Mistress's clit. Mistress. That word danced in my mind as his tongue danced upon my flesh. Both caused their own unique kinds of pleasure, and at times I didn't know which turned me on more. The combined effect was incredible.

My fingers ran through his hair as my head rolled from side to side on his desk. "Mmmmmmmmm, yes, my sweet slave, that feels so good. Such a good slave, you make me feel so good", I said, my words slurred with passion.

After a while, I sort of lost track of things. I had no idea how much time had passed, and I didn't care. There was just a constant, growing feeling of ecstasy, wave after wave of pleasure. He never paused, never slowed, never stopped. My sweet slave's tongue teased my clit, slid over my wet flesh, probed inside me. I lay there, basking in the pleasure and the power. His world at that moment consisted of me - and my world consisted of his tongue and my thoughts. Not even time itself existed any more.

Shuddering, I knew I was close to climax. I groaned loudly, feeling it coming closer, closer, knowing what I wanted to push me over the edge. "Yes, more, harder!", I cried.

"Yes, Mistress", he whispered, and I felt him taking my clit into his mouth, his tongue pressing hard against it. That was what I wanted.

"GOD, YES", I cried as I came.

Alex didn't even slow down. In fact, I would have sworn he pressed his tongue against my clit even harder.

I cried out, my hands clenching uncontrollably. I dimly heard the sound of paper being crumpled, but was too lost to pay attention. I grabbed at his head, forcing him closer to me, feeling his tongue still sweeping back and forth over my engorged clit - and I came again, screaming almost hysterically. I'd never felt like that in my life, and I've had a LOT of powerful orgasms. But this was the most intense, the most COMPLETE climax I'd ever experienced. I rode it out, wave after wave of hazy bliss, lost in the ecstasy my... slave... was providing for me.

Gradually the room stopped spinning. I was still laying on Alex's desk, panting heavily. He was still there between my legs, dutifully licking my clit, and I smiled dreamily at the continuing sensations of pleasure. But it was time to move on - for now.

I took a deep breath and spoke, now enjoying the change in my voice.

"You may stop now, Alex. You did well, my sweet little sex slave." Alex smiled faintly as he moved back, his face covered with... me. "You may now put your clothes back on, Alex, remembering how well you've served your Mistress." I had to stop, it was the first time I'd ever said that word, and it just fucking blew me away. While he put his shorts and things back on, I just lay there on his desk, still hearing that word in my mind. Mistress. By the time I was coherent enough to pay attention again, I found him standing by the chair, eyes still closed, waiting for me. Waiting for his Mistress.

With a soft moan, I sat up. It was time for me to leave, and I was vaguely sorry for what I had to do next. But maybe things would work out eventually so I didn't have to.

"Alex, I want you to take what's happened here tonight and remove it from your mind until I allow you to recall it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress", he replied. I shuddered again, feeling the heat going through me, but pressed on.

"Good, very good. You love calling me Mistress, and every time you hear me say the words, 'magic eyes', you will sink to your knees and await my instructions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress", he said clearly.

Again that rush ripped through me, and I knew I had a lot to think about between now and the next time we met. I went and stood in his door again and had him sit down at his desk.

"And now, Alex, waking up at the count of five feeling wonderful, one, two, three, four, five. I'd like to thank you, Alex, for all the wonderful instruction tonight. And of course, I'll be back tomorrow, same time! Good night!" I ducked out the door, closing it behind me, and walked past the window, where I stopped and peered back in.

He was just sitting there at his desk, looking around as if he'd never seen anything in the room before. He noticed the fan was on, and blinked, his brow furrowing. His nostrils twitched as he inhaled the scent of sex. But that couldn't be, could it?, he thought, quite confused. I watched as what appeared to be an old habit took over and he patted his shirt pocket, obviously looking for a pack of cigarettes that was no longer there. He laughed sharply, more in annoyance and puzzlement than amusement. Then he leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling, shaking his head slowly.

I crept quietly out the door and got into my car, sinking into the seat and almost, almost, wishing for a smoke myself. I sat there for a moment looking up into the sky, at the stars, and beyond. What was out there? That's what I felt like, like I was venturing into the Great Unknown. I was called Alex's Mistress, and whatever else happened, I knew that title was one I'd been meant to have somehow. My life had changed, and I understood that. The feeling that had come over me the first time he'd said that was still with me, that feeling of power, power and... responsibility. Power misused is much worse than no power at all. I had no intention of misusing my power.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Yes, Mistress", I whispered to myself. I shuddered, smiled, leaned back and wrapped my arms around myself, giving myself a reassuring hug. Yes, this felt right. This was a title I accepted right then and there - accepted and allowed. I sat up straight, started the car, and pulled slowly out of from behind the semi and onto the main road.

I'd been expecting the call, and was pleased but not surprised to notice that it came exactly on time. The night before, I'd noticed something on Alex's desk calendar and given him one suggestion based upon it. He was calling as I'd instructed him to.

"Um, hi, Kelly, sorry to bother you, but I realized I have to go to a race tonight. We're not running our car, it's an asphalt modified race. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me? We'd be in the pits, you could see what goes on." He paused, and I knew he was barely breathing, hoping I'd say yes. I was going to, of course, but I wanted to make him sweat.

"It's no bother, Alex, I'm glad you called. To be honest, I was really hoping to firm things up tonight."

There was a dead silence on the other end, and it was only with great difficulty that I kept from laughing. Firm things up, eh? I knew what he was thinking. He wanted his cock firm, and his imagination was running in overdrive. "Um...", he said at last.

"Perhaps you're right, though, perhaps I should go with you and see what happens." I didn't know an asphalt modified from a motor scooter, but I had every intention of being there with him anyway. I could almost hear his sigh of relief.

"Good, I was worried that you..." His voice trailed off, and I smiled gently. I knew what he was worried about. He was worried that I wouldn't let him call me Mistress. He had no conscious awareness of ever having done that, just as he had no conscious awareness of anything we had done. But deep within himself he knew what was happening, what had happened. I was his Mistress and he was my slave. I promised myself that we would make that arrangement official tonight - at the race track.

My voice bright and cheerful, I said, "It's quite all right, no need to worry. It will just be you and I, right? I'll meet you at your shop at what time?" Whether he'd planned on going with someone else I didn't know, but he now realized it would be just the two of us. There was a slight pause.

"Um, yeah, just, uh, you and I, yeah. Meet me at, say, six thirty?"

"Six thirty is fine, Alex. I'll be thinking of it all day. Thanks for calling, and I'll see you at six thirty." I hung up, knowing what he was going to be thinking of - all day.

Six twenty found me parked behind the semi again, the black sports car barely as high as the bottom of the trailer. I went into the building, where he was waiting in the shop itself. Alone.

"Kelly, hi!", he called, almost running to the door to greet me. I smiled and offered him my hand, which he took, staring at it curiously.

"Hello, Alex", I said, my voice oozing sensuality. His face flushed, and I could see him tremble. "I'm ready. Are you?"

He looked at me blankly, and yet I could already see the tent forming in his jeans. It was too good to pass up. I stared back at him, deep into his eyes. "You do enjoy staring into my magic eyes, don't you, my sweet?"

His mouth worked, his eyes widened - and he sank slowly to his knees, staring up at me in total astonishment. He knelt on the concrete floor, at my feet, waiting for my commands. All of a sudden it seemed very, very warm. I looked down at him, looked down at my sweet sex slave, knowing he was mine, knowing he would do anything I asked of him. Willingly. Eagerly.

"I think you'd better look for another mechanic, Alex. I don't want that job. I'm much more interested in this position. This turns me on, standing here with you at my feet. And my wishes are your desires, aren't they, Alex?"

"Yes, Mistress", he said, his voice breaking.

You're such a good boy, Alex. Such a sweet pet. You love being my sweet pet, isn't that right, Alex?"

"Yes, Mistress", he whispered, his face burning.

"Good boy", I said. "Good boy. Look deeply into my eyes, Alex. Let me take you. Let me take you now."

His eyelids fluttered and closed. My sweet pet knelt before me, hypnotized, mesmerized, captured by my magic eyes.

A short time later, my wide-awake pet and I walked out of the shop and got into my Ferrari. He opened the passenger door for me, and closed it after I got in. He got into the driver's seat and we were on our way to the race track. I leaned back in the seat and laughed, realizing I didn't even know what race track we were going to, or where it was. He looked at me and smiled. His Mistress was happy, so he was happy. Such a good boy.

The trip passed quickly as Alex and I talked about his interest in racing, and his background. He spoke constantly, telling me of his first experience with racing, and how it affected him. I listened, soaking it all in. Occasionally he would slide in a joke or two, and even though he had to explain the racing jokes to me, his sense of humor appealed to me greatly. I leaned back, talking with my sweet pet, soaking up his words, his voice. He was able to confide in me things that he had never told anyone before. His early desire to race, his heartbreaking realization that he just didn't have 'what it takes' to drive a race car. I looked at him, feeling his disappointment returning, and reached over to hold his hand. He looked at me, startled, then smiled happily.

An hour later, we pulled into the race track. He showed a guard a card or something that had been in his wallet and we drove right inside the track itself. "This is a mile oval", he explained, gesturing in a vague circle with his hand. "It's a hundred lap race, and we're a bit late, but we should be in time for the start."

We parked, and my sweet pet again held the door for me. As we walked away from the car, he paused, reached into the back of the car, and removed my shawl. Noticing me watching him, he blushed and commented, "It might get chilly later." As I turned away, I watched out of the corner of my eye as he put the shawl to his face and inhaled. His eyes closed and he shook his head slightly. As he caught up to me, he asked, "What IS that perfume you wear? It's mesmerizing, it's beautiful."

I smiled broadly and just said, "Exactly."

His brow furrowed as he slipped his arm around me, his face red, his expression uncertain. I took his hand and pulled his arm around me a bit tighter. He stared at me, a nervous smile on his face, and I could feel him trembling again.

He led me to the pits, as he called them. to me it seemed like a busy, hectic, noisy, crowded place. Huge tires, odd-looking things that he called fuel cans, tools of which I had no idea of their purpose, and far, far too many people. We went to one particular pit, and he greeted the occupants cordially, introducing me as "a friend." I smiled as I noticed many eyes lingering on me. A faraway rumble, like distant thunder, came to me. "Where are the cars?", I asked, looking around.

"Pace lap", he explained, which meant nothing to me. Everyone else had turned away from eyeing me, and they were all looking to the right, so I did the same.

I stared in amazement as dozens of low-slung, odd-looking cars came around a corner and down the straight track in front of us. Most of them were weaving sharply back and forth. I tugged my sweet pet's hand and asked, "What in the world are they doing?" The noise was incredible, and what looked like a passenger car with flashing yellow lights on it led them around.

"Warming up the tires", he said loudly. "Not much grip with cold tires, so you warm them up so when the green falls, those 700 horses go to the track instead of into making tire smoke." He looked back at the cars streaming by, slowly, like wild tigers waiting to be unchained. I had no idea what grip or falling green meant, and even less of an idea as to what warm tires would be better than cold.

The mass of cars faded from sight around the next corner, and I looked at my pet. He stood beside me, looking back behind us, where the cars could barely be seen over the tops of the other things inside the track.

"They go around a hundred times?", I called to him. He nodded. "How many cars were there? They look strange, crooked or something." He nodded again.

"Forty cars, it's a good field. They're offset, so most of the weight is on one side, that's why they look funny. Get ready, here they come!"

Nothing on this earth could have ever prepared me for what was about to happen.

The car with flashing lights turned sharply and came down what Alex had called the pit lane. Alex pointed across the track, and I saw a box built out over the track. Three people stood in it, one of them holding something. As I watched, he held it up and started waving it. It was a green flag.

The rumble I'd heard before changed instantly. It was no longer just a sound, it was a force, a physical thing. The ground shook, the very air seemed to vibrate as those forty race cars all stepped on the gas at the same time. All the guys in the pit were yelling and cheering and waving to whatever car they worked on. I just stood there, stunned at the incredible display of raw power. Power. That word had taken on a whole new meaning for me recently. Standing there feeling the ground shake, feeling my body shaking from the sound, feeling Alex's arm wrapping around me tighter... My knees actually grew weak, and I leaned on my pet, feeling his body shaking as well. It was, quite honestly, a sexual experience, akin to a whole body orgasm. Every one of my senses was involved. The sight of the cars thundering by, the sound of the engines, the feel of the ground shaking, the smell of fuel and tires and exhaust, and the taste of pure excitement. I felt a burning sensation deep inside me, and realized with no small surprise that I was incredibly aroused. It was the most intense experience I'd ever had.

The cars quickly disappeared around the next turn, and the spell was broken - almost. I couldn't talk, I couldn't think straight. All I could do was stand there, holding on to my sweet pet, and savor the rush. Almost before I knew it, they were roaring by again, a little more spread out, but still close enough to make the earth move. Everyone around us was staring out at the track, at the cars rushing by. Alex and I stood behind them.

I pursed my lips together, squeezed my legs together, and moaned silently. Grabbing Alex, I held him tight, my nipples rock hard and pressing into him. He blinked and looked down at me, unsure of what to do. I solved his problem by kissing him wildly, right there in the pits. My arms wound around my pet and I pulled him closer to me, my lips grinding against his, my body moving with his. I could feel his cock growing, I could feel him trembling - and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth.

It may well have been the longest kiss I've ever had, and it was certainly the most erotic. The cars thundering past, the ground shaking, my body on fire, the sounds of the engines and the crowd... It took every bit of will power I had not to take him down right then and there. But I'm into power, not humiliation, and I couldn't embarrass him in front of his peers. After a long, long time, I released him, stepping back, holding his hands, staring at him, breathing heavily. He looked back at me, a glimmer of understanding coming to him. I nodded.

"Yes, Alex", I said for his ears only. "Yes. Later. Yes."

His eyes opened wide, and his grip tightened on my hands. Then the squeal of tires came to us, and his eyes darted away to a car spinning wildly down the straightaway. Everyone in the pits was pointing and yelling. I took a quick look, then went back to my own thoughts.

The next ninety-odd laps was like a dream, a fantasy. Every time there was a problem, such as a car spinning or wrecking, they would all slow down and regroup. Then the green flag would wave again, and the experience of the start of the race would repeat itself, as the remaining cars thundered by in a pack. By the end of the race, I was dripping wet and my nipples were so hard they ached.

The car Alex had been following didn't win, and we said goodbye to the crew as their car pulled in after the race. I almost dragged Alex back to my car, knowing we weren't going to make it back to the shop.

"So what did you think?", he asked as he held my door for me.

I just looked at him, my eyes on fire. He looked back, and after a moment nodded slowly. "Yeah", he said softly. "Yeah."

It took forever, so it seemed, to get out of the track and onto the road. He drove, and I sat there, burning up, rubbing my thighs together, holding his hand tight when he wasn't using it to shift. After half an hour we were almost halfway back to the shop, on a winding road through the local hills. The top was down, the night was warm, the breeze in my hair did nothing to cool the fires burning within me. I spied a sign in the glow of the headlights. "Turn here", I said, pointing. He turned to me and started to say something, then closed his mouth and nodded. I would swear he was squirming in his seat.

The sign was for a dead-end road. He turned off the country road onto a gravel road winding down into some woods. A few hunting cabins could dimly be seen in the moonlight up long driveways. I saw no lights in any of them. At the end of the road was a sandy circle for vehicles to turn around. Alex slowed, shifted down, and swung around in the circle.

"Stop", I said, my voice raw. My sweet pet obeyed, turning off the car and setting the brake. "Get out", I said, myself already halfway out of the car. He followed, and we met in front of the car, our arms going around each other, our lips meeting again. We kissed long and hard, and when we parted, I started into my sweet slave's eyes and whispered, "Magic eyes."

He sank down to the sand, staring up at me in the bright moonlight. "Take my jeans and panties off", I ordered as I kicked my shoes off.

"Yes, Mistress", he said clearly, reaching up to undo my skin-tight blue jeans. A few seconds later I was nude from the waist down. I stood there a moment, watching him, watching his eyes dart back and forth from my crotch to my face. I decided to give him more to look at, and removed my top and bra as well. His face reddened as my little white tank top hit the ground, and he licked his lips. I wanted that tongue somewhere else, though.

"Lick me", I commanded.

"Yes, Mistress", he moaned, leaning closer to my flaming pussy. His lips touched me, his tongue probed gently, and I dug my fingers into his hair and groaned aloud. My sweet slave knelt before me and pleased me.

I spread my feet, lowering myself slightly, and felt his tongue slipping even deeper inside me. He was moaning, I was moaning. His hands, clutching my ass, were shaking, his breath was hot against my sodden pussy. "Yes, my sweet slave", I moaned. "Make me cum, baby. Make your Mistress cum."

"Yes, Mistress", he said from between my thighs.

I closed my eyes and imagined the thunder of the cars, the ground moving beneath me. I imagined the strange, and yet exciting smell of burned rubber and fuel and brakes. My pet licked my clit, pleasing his Mistress, and I slid slowly closer and closer to climax. "STOP!", I shouted.

Instantly, my sweet slave paused, leaned back, and said "Yes, Mistress", the disappointment clear in his voice.

My mind clouded with passion and power, I climbed up on the hood of my Ferrari. I lay back, feeling the steel beneath me, and spread my legs wide. "Make me cum, baby", I said to my pet.

"Yes, Mistress", he said, eagerly moving closer, bending down, and quickly finding my blazing clit with his tongue. I wrapped my legs around him, wrapped my fingers in his hair, and allowed my sweet pet to slowly, gradually, bring me to a series of orgasms that I later realized left dents in the hood of my Ferrari.

I was screaming, totally lost in the moment. The bright moon, the warm night, the cold steel beneath me, my sweet Pet's tongue inside me. My sweet sex slave. My big strong crew chief. My pet. MY pet.

My body was writhing wildly, my back arching, crashing back down onto the shining black hood of my Ferrari. I was screaming, moaning, groaning, my legs locked around him so tightly that I wonder now how he found it possible to even breathe. My pet never faltered, never wavered, never hesitated. Me made me cum as I'd instructed him. My pet made me cum. Again and again and again.

Finally I lay there, gasping, feeling his tongue still darting back and forth over my clit. "Stop, pet, stop now", I panted, fighting for air. Everything was spinning, it was like I was drunk, looking up at a ceiling that wouldn't stay still. The clouds floated overhead, the moon shining down amongst them, and I lay there gazing up at them as I gradually regained control of myself. Finally, with a loud groan, I said up on the hood and smiled at my slave. "Thank you", I whispered.

The smile on his face clinched it. The expression on the face of a man who knows he's pleased his Mistress is beyond description. I WAS Alex's Mistress now, no two ways about it. My heart jumped, my breath caught in my throat. My slave was such a sweet man, and he deserved a reward.

"Undress, pet. All the way."

"Yes, Mistress", he moaned, almost tearing his clothes from his body. He stood there in front of my Ferrari, in front of his Mistress, totally naked - and totally aware of that fact. He knew exactly what he was doing, and what he'd done. He knew, consciously, that he was now my pet - and that I was his Mistress. His cock was rigid, standing tall and proud, proud at his having pleased me. Such a pretty cock. Such a sweet pet.

"Cum for me, Pet. Play with your beautiful hard cock for me and cum. You know, deep inside, that you've done it before, that I've watched you pump your hard beautiful cock for me. Yes, pet, you know it", I went on, as his face reddened even in the moonlight. "Do it again, pet. Play with yourself while I watch."

"Yes, Mistress", he said as his hand wrapped around his thick cock.

I leaned back on the hood and watched as my big, strong, naked crew chief stroked himself at my command. While he stroked himself, long and slow, for me. I watched him tremble, watched his eyelids flutter, watched his toes curling, watched his body tensing. I slipped one finger into my pussy and teased my clit while my pet played with himself.

His eyes opened slightly, and he saw where my finger was. He moaned, and gripped his cock tighter. I smiled and slid another finger into myself, moaning aloud and watching his reaction.

He spoke, his voice ragged and hoarse. "Please... Can I cum?"

I loved it. I hadn't told him he had to ask, but being such a good pet he remembered, or knew it instinctively. For a brief moment I debated making him wait - but no, not tonight. He was a good pet, and he deserved to cum.

"Yes", I said softly, staring into his eyes.

His mouth fell open, his body froze for a split second. Then he grunted loudly, his hand jerked frantically, and a heavy stream of white rained down upon me. I waited until my baby's breathing had calmed before speaking, but he spoke first.

"Thank you, Mistress", he whispered.

My heart stopped again. I finally found my tongue and replied. "You are quite welcome, my sweet slave. And now, you see what you've done...." I gestured to the white globs on my body, and he nodded his understanding.

"Yes, Mistress", he said, as he came to the car, leaned down, and began licking his cum from my body. I lay back on the hood again, basking in the pleasure and power. My pet... my sweet pet... I started to drift, feeling his tongue flicking back and forth, watching the clouds dancing across the sky, the moon playing hide and seek behind them. Dreamily I lay there, feeling perfectly content, perfectly at home. I was Alex's Mistress.

Yes. It was just so right.

I slowly became aware of the stillness. I opened my eyes to find Alex standing there, quietly waiting. He had finished licking his cum from my body and was awaiting his next orders. Such a good pet, I thought dreamily.

"Thank you, my pet. You're such a sweet pet, aren't you, Alex?"

"Yes, Mistress", he said, his face glowing with delight.

I slowly sat up, still on the hood. In the moonlight I noticed one drop, one small drop, of his cum on the hood of my Ferrari, right between my legs, standing out against the black finish. I looked at it, then I looked at him. Wordlessly, I spread my legs wide, invitingly - and yet pointed to the single drop of cum on the hood.

My pet leaned down and carefully licked the drop of cum from the my car. I watched, my mind racing. He was my pet. I was his Mistress. He was my slave. He would do anything for me. Anything at all. He straightened, and I held out my hand. He took it, and I slid from the hood to stand on the sand in front of him. We stood there in the sand, gazing at each other. Something was amiss, and when I realized what it was, I arched my eyebrows and tilted my head.

My pet understood. Nodding, he sank to his knees before me.

"Good boy", I whispered. "Such a good boy. You love this, don't you, Alex?"

"Yes, Mistress", he said firmly, nodding his head.

I smiled and cupped his face in my hands. Staring down at him, staring deep into his eyes, I could see the yearning there, the desire, the need. I nodded slowly.

"You want it, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Mistress", he said pleadingly.

"Then you shall have it. Let me take you, baby."

My pet's eyes rolled up and closed as he sank into hypnosis.

Alex parked the Ferrari behind the shop and got out, opening and holding the passenger door for me. I thanked him, and followed him to the driver's side, where he also held that door for me as I climbed in. He closed the door for me and stood there. Waiting. I looked up at him.

"Alex. You understand, don't you. You know what's happening, and you are all right with it, right?"

He looked down at me, his face serious. "Yes, Mistress", he said, emphasizing the last word. I grabbed the top of the windshield, pulled myself to my feet inside the Ferrari, grabbed him, pulled him to me, and kissed him hard. When we parted, I whispered in his ear.

"Good, baby. I'm so glad." While I'd had him under hypnosis, I'd repeated his instructions that he could play with himself, but he couldn't cum without my permission. He knew that both consciously and unconsciously, and I'd also allowed him to remember a great deal of the other things we'd done since our first meeting. "You're such a good boy."

"Yes, Mistress", he replied, kissing my neck.

"Good boy", I said again, sitting down again. Blowing him a kiss, I started the car, put it in gear, and left, leaving him standing there by the building.

Late that night, very late in fact, I was awakened by the ringing of my telephone. I fumbled for it, picked it up, and mumbled hello.

"Mistress... can I cum? PLEASE??", came an agonized voice. The voice of my pet. Instantly awake and instantly aroused, I sat bolt upright.

"What are you doing, my pet?", I demanded, my voice harsh and powerful.

"Playing with myself, Mistress", he moaned.

"I see. So you're lying alone in bed, fantasizing about me, and stroking your beautiful hard cock?"

"YES, MISTRESS!"

Such a good pet.

"Yes, pet, you may cum."

There was a second of silence, then a gasp, then a cry, then a series of sharp grunts. More gasps, groaning, moans, as my pet came in my ear. The sound of heavy breathing and soft moans, gradually fading into silence.

I lay there, my finger circling my hard nipple, listening to my sweet baby come back down to earth. "Thank you, Mistress", he panted. Such a good pet.

"You're welcome, baby. And now you're going to lie back and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep, and when you wake up in the morning you'll feel wonderfully rested and refreshed. Hang up and go to sleep now, baby. Sweet dreams."

"Yes, Mistress", came his faint reply. I heard a click, and I hung up the phone smiling.

As Alex was drifting off to sleep, I was bringing myself to climax. The slave had cum fantasizing about his Mistress - and the Mistress was cumming fantasizing about her slave.

"Yeah?" I smiled to myself...... Was that any way to answer the phone?

"You need to do something for me", I said softly. I could imagine his expression, the color high up on his cheeks, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening. There was a pause, and I knew he was swallowing, trying to get his voice back.

"Yes, M.. yes.. ummmmmmm" I almost laughed aloud. He wanted so much to call me Mistress, but he didn't dare. Not there, not at work, not with people who might hear. That was all right. I didn't want him to be anything less than a crew chief to his peers.

"What time do you get done tonight? When will you be... alone?"

Silence. I smiled. I could hear the creaks and rustles as he sat down in his chair.

"Um... late tonight, we're running this weekend. Eleven or so, maybe a bit later..."

I thought for a moment. What I had in mind for him wasn't strenuous by any means, but I didn't want to hurt his performance as a crew chief the next day. Eleven... an hour to do what I wanted him to do... an hour after that... one in the morning.. and I could always help him sleep soundly...

"All right. I will call you at eleven. You will let me know if you have time to do a few things for me. If you get done before that, you just stay there... and wait. Is that clear?"

"Yes, M... ummmmm, yeah, yes." I could hear him taking a deep breath, and I knew that even now his cock was getting hard. If he only knew what was in store for him...

"I'll talk to you then. Goodbye, Alex." I hung up, leaned back in my chair, and stretched. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I appeared at his shop tonight.

At exactly eleven, I dialed his number. "Hello?"

"Hello, Alex. Are you alone?"

"Yes, Mistress." I smiled from ear to ear. He was such a good boy.

"Good. How long have you been waiting?"

"Twenty minutes, Mistress."

"Hmm. And how have you been spending that time?" There was no reply, and I knew his face was bright red. "Alex, answer me. What have you been doing?"

"Um... wondering what we'll be doing tonight, Mistress." I'm sure he had been, but it was obvious there was something more.

"Is that ALL, Alex?" There was another long pause before he answered.

"No, Mistress", he said, very softly. I waited. The silence went on until it was too much for him. "I, um... I was... um... I was rubbing my, um... my cock... um... through my pants."

"Good boy. I'll see you soon." Without another word, I hung up. He had no idea where I lived, and so had no idea when I would arrive.

Ten minutes later, I pulled right up to the overhead door and beeped the horn.

It was quite comical. His head appeared in the window of the door, his eyes went wide, and he blinked about a dozen times. Then he almost fell over himself trying to get to the switch that opened the door. It went up slowly, and I drove my car into the shop and shut it off. He was just standing there by the open door, staring. "Well?", I snapped, nodding to the car door.

"Oh, shit. I mean, I'm sorry, um, Mistress", he said in a rush, his face flaring, as he ran to open the door for me. I got out, then motioned to the overhead door.

"You may close that now."

"Yes, Mistress", he said, as he scampered back to close the overhead.

As it slid down, he turned around and just stared at my car. Instead of the Ferrari, I had my Porsche this evening. The Porsche was done up nicely in German racing silver, and the expression on his face was absolutely priceless. It hadn't yet occurred to him that while I knew nothing about racing, or about cars technically, I might be able to outdrive just about anyone - which I could.

"I want you to wash my car", I explained to him. "And I don't want you to get your clothes all wet and soapy - so take them off. All of them."

He blinked. His eyes went from the car, to me, back to the car, back to me. He looked at me for a long while, licking his lips and blushing. I walked towards him, slowly, inviting him with my soft and gentle words to look deeply into my eyes. I watched as he blinked, just one more time, and then gave himself over to my wishes, surrendered to my words, to my desires... The thrill of taking this man to this place in his mind was indescribable.

He sank to his knees, staring up at me. "Wash my car, Alex. Naked. Now."

"Yes, Mistress", he stammered, his voice breaking. Slowly he stood, and, still staring into my eyes, undressed. His cock was already huge, thick and long and hard. I smiled at him. "Good boy. So hard for me. Keep it hard while you wash my car, Alex."

"Yes, Mistress", he groaned, going over to a hose hanging on a reel on the wall. I sat down on large racing tire and watched him.

He sprayed the car, then he got some soap and a sponge from a cabinet. Moments later the small car was covered in thick suds. When his back was to me, I stood up and removed my jacket and top. The next time he passed in front of me, I whispered him awake. I had a tiny, sheer bra on, covering my very hard nipples, and his jaw hit the concrete so hard I could feel it caressing my feet on its way down to the ground.

"Keep going, baby", I said softly, tempting him even more by closing my eyes and sighing as I rubbed my nipples. When I opened my eyes again he was spraying the hose to wash off the suds - but his eyes were on me, and the water wasn't even coming close to the car. "Pay attention to what you're doing, baby", I said, nodding at the car. His head jerked sideways, he saw he'd been spraying a wall - and his face turned beet red.

"Sorry, Mistress."

I jumped off the tire and walked over to him.

I kicked my shoes off and admired the pedicure I'd gotten earlier in the day. I'd wanted something a little different, and the lovely young girl persuaded me to try a purple shiny color. I wasn't sure it was quite me - perhaps I would let Alex have the pleasure of changing it to my favorite, red, another day.

Then I slid my tight, black stretch jeans to the floor. My panties and bra were new, white, almost see-through, with black trim. He stared at me, the hose down at his waist, almost forgotten, his hand no longer squeezing the trigger.

"The car, Alex. Wash the car."

"Oh, shit. I'm... shit... Yes, Mistress." He squeezed the trigger, raised the nozzle...

...and caught me squarely. In an instant, I was totally soaked, my panties and bra clinging to me, my pubic hair clearly visible under the sodden fabric. He stared, wild-eyed, and dropped the hose, which stuck open, spraying me again. "SHIT!", he yelled, reaching for the hose, which was now sliding around the shop floor, propelled by the water stream. Before he got control of it, he too was soaked. I just stood there, dripping wet, and watched. He turned the water off, and stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. It was a long time before he could turn to face me.

When he did, he said nothing. He didn't know what to say, or do. He just stood there, looking completely mortified. It didn't help his composure at all when I burst out laughing.

There I was, soaked to the bone. There he was, water dripping from his throbbing cock. I couldn't possibly be mad at him. I laughed long and hard. It took a moment before he finally saw the humor in the situation, and even then, he wasn't sure he was permitted to laugh. He chuckled, then stopped and looked nervous, chuckled again, alternately grinning and looking very uncertain.

I walked over to him, turned my back to him, swung my hair out of the way, and said, "Undo this." With trembling fingers he fumbled with the clasp, finally unhooking it. I let it fall slowly to the floor. I turned around again and watched him drag his eyes up to meet mine. I quietly said, "Wash the car, Alex."

He gasped, his eyes lit up, and his cock jerked mightily. "Yes, Mistress", he said. He turned the hose back on and pointed it at the car, his face burning, his cock rock-hard.

Wordlessly, I walked over to the car and slowly draped my body over it. He watched, his mouth agape, as I positioned my legs around the Porsche symbol. Turning the hose off, he looked at me, puzzled. I looked back at him. "Alex, did I tell you to turn the water off?"

"No, Mistress", he replied, his face flushing.

"Then you may continue washing the car."

"Yes, Mistress."

The sensations of the cold trickle of water running down between my legs, of the cold steel under me, and of the thin, wet silky material of my panties clinging to me, was so incredibly exciting. I watched as he rinsed the remaining suds off the car, and gently lifted the spray of the hose so that the water fell over me like a rain shower. I tilted my head back, abandoning myself to the sensuality of the water spilling over my body. I looked down, enjoying the way the water glistened and sparkled on the beautiful automobile and my now-chilling skin. This was exquisite. I suddenly got the most naughty thought.......

"Alex, do you have a camera here?"

"Um... Yes, Mistress", he replied, his puzzlement obvious. I smiled at him.

"Go get it."

He blinked, his jaw hanging open, but quickly recovered. "Um. Yes, Mistress!", he cried, setting the hose down and almost running into his office. I waited, smiling, and he came out a moment later with a Polaroid camera. "Good boy Alex... you may take one picture... stand over there". I pointed to a place a few feet away. He carefully aimed and I heard the camera click.

He had no idea of the torture this little photo would be causing him in the near future... I giggled to myself as more and more ideas flooded my naughty little mind.

"I'm getting very chilly, Alex. Come and dry me off."

"Yes, Mistress", he replied. He carefully put the camera down and ran over to a cupboard and ripped open a box of new shop towels. Removing an armful, he rushed back to me, his eyes roaming over my wet skin. Holding the rest of the towels in one hand, he carefully wrapped one around me, gently drying the water droplets and attempting to warm me . His toweled hands lovingly lingered over every part of me, over and over he attended to his task.

He casually let the towels part as his hands, soft yet firm, gentle yet intimate, awakened longing desires deep within me, causing soft moans to escape my lips. He ran his fingers up and down every visible part of my body, causing me to shiver with delight. As he cupped my breasts he lowered his head to caress his cheek with my hard nipples... First his cheek, then his lips, sending shivers of tingling excitement up and down my spine.

My knees began to deliciously weaken as I softly whispered to him: "Help me off with these wet panties, Alex, and pleasure me."

Alex dropped to his knees, found the towel, and began drying my long legs. His gentle hands slowly turned this into a most delicious massage. He worked his hands slowly down my calves until they reached my feet. As he looked up at me, I read his mind and oh yes... a foot massage was exactly what I had in mind. One by one, he picked up each foot and lovingly administered his strong and able fingers... his touch caused me to swoon as his fingers found places in unknown places... he might as well have been rubbing my clit as that's exactly where I felt his touch.....

Over and over his strong fingers massaged and tended to every area on my very sensitive feet. Gently he lifted my foot to his lips and began kissing the sensitive area behind my toes. Softly he kissed, then licked. One by one, he slipped each toe into his warm mouth. His tongue circled and circled ... the tingles started... the moaning started. I honestly didn't know which one of us they came from... and soon my knees started to buckle.

"Pleasure me Alex", I cried hoarsely.

"Yes, Mistress", he said, his voice quavering slightly.

Alex leaned forward, and I felt his cheeks against my thighs. He ran his tongue up my inner thigh as he gently pressed me against the car. My knees buckled for real this time but he quickly caught my ass in his strong hands and heisted me up onto the car so he would have better access to his favorite place on my very willing body. My fingers entangled in his hair gave him direction and encouragement as he took me higher and higher with his magic tongue. The sweet little licking sounds his mouth and tongue made were exciting me beyond belief. The thought of my sweet little love slave, on his knees, focused totally on my pleasure carried me to places I'd only dreamed about.

I was aware that this feeling was similar to sensuous drowning... drowning in pleasure, in sensation, as his desire to please me filled my senses. I was lost in this pleasure, intoxicated in it. I was as mesmerized by Alex's tongue as he was mesmerized by my words, by my eyes. The spinning, the falling, the surrendering... he was leading me with irresistible pleasure and I had no choice but to surrender to the waves... the waves...

My breathing intensified the waves of pleasure as I used my breath to climb heights I'd never know before. This was my pleasure to take... and take it I did... with total abandonment!

Just before one AM, Alex raised the overhead door of the shop.

"I know you're busy for a few days", I said. "When you have time, I want you to get the dents out of the Ferrari - and wash it." And perhaps you should check for dents on the Porsche as well", I added, with a very evil little grin.

His eyes shone, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Yes, Mistress".

"Good boy", I said softly. "Such a good boy. You please me, Alex. You please me very much." His eyes sparkled, and he smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Mistress", he said, his joy clear in his voice.

" Alex, my sweet... there is the little matter of the photograph." My voice trailed off.

I watched as him as he watched me.....wondering what sweet little scheme I was concocting...

"You may keep that photograph in the top drawer of your desk here. But only with my instruction may you look at it. Only with my permission... You do understand, my sweet, don't you?"

"Oh yes Mistress " he replied. "It will be my greatest pleasure to obey your commands, your wishes are my desires."

A fleeting question crossed my mind... Was Alex a sweet submissive boy by nature, or was it a power exchange that turned this strong, rugged mechanic happily into my personal sex slave? Well, whateva. He certainly deserved such pleasures... or did he? That would be totally up to me. Just as it should be.

"Goodnight, Alex." I got in my car, backed out of the shop, and drove off.

I knew I'd be hearing from him later that night, as I'd left him with a post hypnotic suggestion of a raging hard on that would increase in desire more and more with each hour......

Sure enough, my phone rang just after four. "Hello?", I whispered.

"Mistress.. may I... may I please... please... I'm begging..."

"Let me take you, Alex."

The sounds on the other end of the phone faded away into silence. I took my hypnotized crew chief deeper into trance, and told him that when he awakened in the morning, he would feel as if he'd had a full night's sound sleep. Then I brought him back to where he'd been when he called, right on the edge of orgasm, needing release, begging me for release.

"MISTRESS, PLEASE!"

"Yes, Alex, you may cum now, and then drift sweetly off into sleep."

For a moment, I listened to the thrilling sounds of a man climaxing over the phone. Then, when the sounds subsided, I hung up, knowing my crew chief would be in a very good mood at work the next day.

And, once again, I drifted off to sleep with two fingers inside me, imagining my crew chief's tongue... there... right there...

*** PART 7 ***

A few days later, I asked Debbie over for lunch. There was more on my mind than food, but she didn't know that.

In the kitchen, we stood at the counter, but instead of fixing sandwiches, I turned to her and smiled. "By the way", I said, holding up my crystal. She looked at it and her cheeks flushed. "I think I showed you this before, but I want you to see it again. I just love it, the way it sparkles and shines. Just look at it, watch how it spins, watch how the colors dance around it. Keep your eyes on it, watch it as it moves." I gently twirled the crystal between my fingers, watching her eyes following its every movement. I lowered my voice ever so slightly.

"Yes, that's right, feel the colors washing over you, feel the relaxation washing over you as you look closely at the crystal. Focus all of your awareness on the crystal and the sound of my voice, and relax even more deeply. The crystal is so beautiful, shining, spinning, twirling before you, it's so beautiful, you can't look away, you don't want to look away. Keep your eyes focused on it as you listen to the sound of my voice and relax even more deeply."

She stared at it, not blinking, not moving, not even appearing to breathe. The color had faded from her cheeks already. I spoke again.

"So relaxed now, so heavy, eyelids so heavy, they want to close, but you want to keep them open, you want to keep looking at the crystal, you want to watch the colors, you want to watch it sparkling before you. So heavy, so heavy, and yet you want to keep your eyes open as you relax even more deeply. So heavy, so relaxed, so deeply relaxed."

Her eyelids were fluttering now as she fought to keep her eyes open. Her head was rocking slowly back and forth, titled forward slightly as the muscles let go. She was trying so hard to keep her eyes on the crystal, so very hard, and yet she wanted to much to just let go, to close her eyes and relax totally. Even her knees sagged a bit now, and I knew it was time to get her somewhere more comfortable.

"Follow the crystal now, Debbie, relax and drift along, your legs moving by themselves, effortlessly, easily, following the crystal as it leads you deeper and deeper into relaxation. Your heavy eyelids remain open, watching it, following it, wanting so much to close, but they can't yet, not just yet. Follow the crystal, Debbie, and relax even deeper."

As I spoke, I slowly walked into the living room, holding the crystal in front of Debbie. She followed it almost blindly, having no idea where she was going, only that she was following the crystal. Her motions were halting, clumsy, her steps short and uneven. Her head hung down on her chest now, but her eyes gazed up at the shining crystal before her. She was blinking even more rapidly now, the effort to keep her tired, heavy eyes open was almost too much for her.

"Good, Debbie, very good, and now you may sink down, down, down onto the couch behind you, down deeper and deeper into total relaxation. Sit down now, Debbie, sit down and close your eyes and sink deeper and deeper into relaxation, listening to the sound of my voice, without a care in the world."

Slowly, Debbie sank down onto the couch, her eyes gazing up at the crystal one last time. Then they closed, and she slumped back on the couch, her body utterly limp, her mind utterly open to my words. I thought of Alex, of the look on his face when he surrendered to me, and I felt an incredible rush as I now gained that same power over Debbie as well.

She sat on the couch, her legs spread wide, her head tipped back, her arms loosely at her sides. She had on a button-down top, and as I looked at her there, helpless, powerless, waiting for my voice, I couldn't help but let my curiosity overtake me. I reached down and slowly started unbuttoning one button after another, until her top was undone and pulled gently to the side. To my great delight, I noticed she had on a front closure bra, and seconds later, it too was unfastened and pulled away, exposing her full breasts and her large, dark nipples. I knew in an instant what I was going to do.

"So deeply relaxed now, Debbie, so very deeply relaxed, so intent on the sound of my voice. As you relax deeper, as you focus more and more intently on my voice, you find that you feel better and better. Feel my hands against you, feel my hands against your soft skin, and relax more deeply even as the pleasure increases. Go deeper, now Debbie."

I reached out and caressed her breasts, gently. She sighed and stirred slightly, her head rolling from one side to the other. "It feels so good, Debbie, so very good", I whispered as I closed my fingers around her nipples. She moaned softly. "Deeper and deeper", I whispered before falling silent. My hands roamed over the soft skin of her breasts, squeezing, caressing, pinching softly, pressing my palms against them and feeling her rock-hard nipples against my hands.

Her every breath was a moan now, her head rolled almost drunkenly back and forth. Her nipples were hard and firm beneath my palms, and between my fingers. Her skin was soft and smooth as I caressed her breasts. I watched her as I played with her, seeing her breathing changing as she became more and more aroused. I didn't speak at all as I toyed with her increasingly sensitive breasts, and I felt myself getting hotter and hotter as I saw her becoming even more visibly aroused.

Finally she was trembling constantly, her breathing was uneven and ragged, her head rocking from side to side. Her nipples were huge, swollen, and as I leaned down and gently suckled one, she groaned and shuddered. I sat up and looked at her, slowly realizing that she was so aroused just by my playing with her breasts that with the proper trigger, she might cum. Again I reached for her, closing my palms around her breasts, squeezing her nipples within them, and spoke.

"So aroused, so relaxed, Debbie. So incredibly aroused. You feel so good, so excited. In a moment, Debbie, I'm going to say the word control. When you hear me say that word, and every time you hear me say that word in the future, you will allow yourself to cum for me. That word will make you cum for me, Debbie, because you are now, and always will be, deeply under my...control."

Debbie froze for an instant, then her mouth flew open and she let out a sound that instantly made me incredibly wet. Her body shuddered again and again, and with every breath she cried out in ecstasy. I kept my fingers around her breasts, twisting and pulling gently - and sometimes not so gently. Debbie came, and came hard. For me. As I played with her breasts.

I took my hands away, stood up, and just looked at her for a moment. Had she really become that aroused just by my playing with her breasts? Was she that deeply under my...control... that she would really cum like that?

She wore a fairly short skirt - the guys on the race team must love having her around, I thought briefly - and I couldn't help but wonder what was underneath it. I raised her skirt up, finding tiny, almost sheer panties. And as I looked at her sex, barely hidden beneath the damp fabric, I acted almost on instinct - the instinct of a Domme.

Reaching down, I slid her panties to the side and gently slipped one finger inside her. She sighed, or maybe it was a moan. She was so wet, and after a moment I slid another finger into her. I paused, watching her face, and whispered one word. "Control."

She gasped and shuddered, and to my delight, I felt her muscles tensing and tightening around my fingers. "Spread your legs wider, Debbie", I whispered, my voice hoarse. She obeyed, and I worked my fingers even further into her. "Feel the power of my control, Debbie", I said, and again felt her tightening around my fingers as I began to work them in and out. She cried out and came again, and now I spoke almost without realizing it, all the while thrusting my fingers in and out of my helpless friend. My voice was barely a whisper.

"You love it, Debbie, you love being under my control, it makes you so hot, so aroused, so turned on. You crave obeying me, you crave my control, you crave my commands for you to cum. You are totally under my control, Debbie, and knowing that makes you so hot, so very hot, knowing that I can make you cum any time I want you to, I can make you cum for me. My control over you is total, Debbie, and you love this, you want to obey me, you crave my commands, you truly love obeying me, you crave my control."

As I whispered, Debbie was writhing on the couch, my fingers deep inside her, testing, exploring, seeking, finding. She was moaning, groaning, crying out, her muscles locked tightly around my fingers as I played with my newest pet. She was mine, just as Alex was mine. To have Debbie as my Pet, to have TWO Pets of my very own...The feeling was overpowering and intense. The knowledge that I had two people who would obey me totally, to OWN two people...

Debbie's muscles were still tightly clenched around my fingers as I pondered this idea. I owned two people. I owned Debbie and Alex. They belonged to me, they were mine now. The feeling of power was overwhelming, and as I stood there with my fingers inside Debbie, listening to her cum, I wondered why it had to stop there. I owned two people on the team.

Withdrawing my fingers, I looked at my exhausted, limp, hypnotized friend. My PET. Then I looked at my fingers, covered with her juices, and I smiled.

"Open your mouth, Debbie, and taste. You love this taste, it makes you so hot, it makes you realize how much you need to obey me, how much you want to obey me. Lick my fingers, Debbie, and feel your desire to obey me increase with each passing second."

My fingers slipped into Debbie's mouth as easily as they had slipped into her pussy. She sucked and licked them sensuously, her body quivering. I waited until she had licked them clean, then withdrew them, tracing one finger around her lips.

When I finally woke her up, with her clothing back in place and no memory of anything that had happened, and sent her on her way, she was only ten minutes late getting back to work from her 'lunch' break.

That night, as I lay in bed, I imagined Debbie's lips around my fingers. I soon found those fingers were slipping inside myself just as deeply as they had been inside Debbie. A long while later, I laughed even as I came, feeling my muscles tightening around my fingers just as Debbie's had.

That weekend, I smiled as I imagined Alex in his faded jeans and flannel shirt, standing on a pit wall with a stopwatch in his hand - and a hard-on in his jeans. I'd given him a small suggestion, just a tiny one, that would allow the thunder of the engines to be as exciting to him as it was to me - almost. After all, I couldn't have him moaning in the middle of a race. He was to moan only for me.

By Thursday, I knew that Alex was ready for me again. He had called Sunday and Tuesday nights, begging for release. Such a good boy.

I had told him no, of course. Remembering his cries of dismay still made me smile, and sent shivers up and down my spine.

Thursday afternoon, I called him.

"Yeah?"

"You must be more polite when you answer the phone, Alex."

"Oh, shit.. jeez... Sorry, M... um... I'm sorry, I'll try."

"You will WHAT?"

"I will, I will, I'll be more polite."

I grinned. I could see him starting to sweat already.

"Alex...at ten o'clock tonight.. you will be alone."

"Um...Yeah, I guess, I mean, yes, all right, I will."

"Very well, Alex. I will call at ten. As before, if you get done before that, you just wait. But this time, you may NOT pass the time the way you did before, is that clear?"

"Uh... oh.. um... yes, M.. Yeah, yes."

"Good boy. I'll call you at ten. I'll see you later, Alex." I hung up, knowing he was going to be hard the rest of the evening, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

At exactly ten, I dialed, found he was alone, and that he had behaved himself. At exactly ten after, I drove the Ferrari into the parking lot. He had been waiting by the overhead door, and I smiled as he unlocked the small door in back of the building and opened it for me.

"Hello, Alex", I said, walking right past him.

"Hello, Mistress", he replied, closing and locking the door. I kept walking, right to his office. He followed, quietly. Once in his office, I directed him to remain in the doorway.

"Undress. Now."

"Yes, Mistress", he stammered, fumbling with his clothing. I stood there and watched my pet undress, watched his hard cock bobbing back and forth. Finally he stood there in the doorway, nude, hard - and mine.

"Very good. I like it when you're hard, Alex. You may hold it, but do not stroke it."

"Yes, Mistress", he groaned, grasping his cock and shuddering.

I went over to a corner of the office, where his computer was set up. I was turned away from him, but looked back over my shoulder and spoke. "I want you to watch closely, Alex." He responded properly, and I nodded.

Slowly, I removed my top, exposing my newest black bra. I heard him gasp. "Alex, do NOT stroke your cock, just hold it!", I said sternly. His reply was barely understandable, but I let it go. Kicking off my shoes, I removed my top, leaving my bra on. Smiling to myself, still facing away from him, I could hear his strained breathing behind me. Such a good pet. "Are you stroking, Alex?"

"No, Mistress", he groaned.

I decided to make sure. Nonchalantly taking the edges of my skirt in my hands, I pulled them up, barely exposing the thong beneath. Then I peered back over my shoulder at my hard, aroused, helpless crew chief.

He was staring at me, shaking, and was squeezing his cock so hard it was purple. I stood still for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the view, then turned and walked towards him, very slowly.

He watched, swallowing, licking his lips, clutching his cock, and trembling. I paused right in front of him and stared deep into his eyes. He looked back at me, wordlessly begging me to take him.

Such a good pet.

"You are such a good pet, Alex. It pleases me so much to know that you will do anything I say. And you will, won't you, my pet?"

"Yes, Mistress", he said, much louder than he intended. His eyes were fixed upon mine, and I knew he wanted it, needed it, he wanted me to take him. A song came to me unbidden, and I smiled to myself as a few bars of "This Man Is Mine" ran through my mind.

"You are mine, Alex. I own you."

"Yes, Mistress", he cried, still not realizing he was almost shouting in his agonizing desire.

"And all you want to do right now is surrender to me, isn't it?"

"YES, MISTRESS!"

I smiled and took one step closer to him. His eyes widened, still locked on my own. When I spoke, my voice was low, powerful, as Alex's Mistress gave her commands to her Pet.

"Let me take you, Alex", I said. "Let me take you. Surrender to me, right now. Let me take you, and go deeper and deeper for me, deeper and deeper under my spell, that's right, such a good boy, Alex, deeper and deeper for me, deeper and deeper for your Mistress, deeper under my control." An unbidden thought of Debbie writhing on the couch, impaled on my fingers, came to me, and I was instantly wet.

After my first four words, Alex's facial muscles had gone slack, his eyelids had closed, and his shaking had stopped. He still gripped his cock, but that grip was loosening as his muscles relaxed. "Deeper and deeper, Alex, all the way down for me. All the way down under my control."

He stood there in the door, naked, hard, holding his cock, and utterly helpless. "You may stroke your cock for me now, Alex", I said softly. He did so, his hand moving slowly, his breathing changing. Soon he was moaning, and as he pumped his cock, I whispered to him, wrapping him ever tighter in the web of my desires. Helpless, spellbound, enthralled to my voice and my power, my lovely crew chief stroked his cock for me.

"Stop, Alex." A slight whimper, a shudder, and he was still. "Remove your hand from your cock and lie down on the floor." He obeyed, naturally.

I pulled my skirt and panties off and knelt down on the floor - directly over his face. He inhaled, noticed my scent, and inhaled deeper.

"Lick me, Alex. Lick me now."

My mesmerized Pet's tongue darted out of his mouth and brushed against my thigh. I looked down at him as his tongue finally found me, finally caressed my clit. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and said, "Make me cum, Alex." Then I was silent but for my moans, as my Pet pleasured me as I'd commanded him to. I was in no hurry, I wanted to enjoy my Pet's attention. I looked down at him, watched as his head bobbed up and down, felt his tongue inside me, against me, and felt my desire increasing. He was mine, I thought yet again, he was mine, Debbie was mine, and soon the whole team would be mine. I pulled my bra off and twisted my nipples harder than I ever had before, imagining Debbie doing the same thing in the very near future.

I came, grinding against his face, feeling the stubble on his cheeks against my thighs, my hands locked tightly in his hair. And I came again, and again, lost in the passion, as he lay there entranced, pleasuring his Mistress. And as I came for about the fifth time, I found myself thinking about the inequalities of the male and female bodies, and how unfair it was that most men get depleted after they cum, while most women get energized. It's like a big karmic joke. Many women can have multiple orgasms frequently and easily, and they can generally be controlled more easily than a man's. My philosophical ruminations didn't last long, however, as my Pet continued pleasuring me. I stopped thinking and let myself go, surrounding myself to the pleasure as completely as my Pet had surrendered to me. For a long, long time I knelt there, straddling my Pet's face while he licked me.

While he pleasured me. While he made me cum, over and over.

It was three in the morning. Alex and I lay on the carpet. I stirred, and he looked at me and smiled, and I said softly, "Poor baby. Your Mistress could go on all night, and you're just going to have to make that happen, aren't you, my sweet?"

He squirmed, his face flushing, and replied, "Yes, Mistress. I consider it an honor to be your pet, and to serve you."

Serve me. Yes, my Pet, you will, I thought to myself. That rush of power washed over me again, the thrill running right up my spine. I rose up, leaning on my elbows, and looked back at him. Smiling, I said, "Let me take you down, deeper and deeper, Alex."

His eyes closed, his body went limp, and he listened for a long time.

The weekend passed with me again picturing Alex watching the races with a hard-on. He called Monday night begging for release, which I denied.

Wednesday Debbie appeared at my house after work. I gently spun my pretty crystal, and watched her blink as she fell deeper and deeper under my spell. I noticed her legs were beginning to buckle, and I gently helped her position her body over the arm of my couch with her beautiful ass high in the air. I then lifted up her skirt, pulled her panties down around one ankle, and with the toe of my high heel gently spread her legs apart. Then I stepped back to admire the view. I moved closer, and gently ran my hands up the backs of her thighs. As my fingers found their target, I reminded her of my control over her again and again. She made such lovely little noises, I finally had to force myself to stop, I was reluctant to tear my fingers away from her. She left, breathless, with no real idea of what had just happened.

*** PART 8 ***

I arrived at Alex's, unannounced, at nine in the evening. I rang the bell of his small ranch house and waited, surveying the neatly manicured lawn by the light of the moon. I knew instinctively that the rest of the house was just as well maintained. When the door opened and he saw me waiting on his front porch his jaw dropped, and his face went white, then red.

"Hello, Alex" I said with a smile. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Um... yeah... come in... uh, come on in. I mean, um, yes."

The scent of my perfume followed me into his living room, but Alex did not. He stood by the door looking lost, staring off into space. Presently he stirred and looked at me. "What is that perfume you wear?"

"Beautiful. It's the only perfume I wear. In fact, I wear it in layers. I use the scented body gel in the shower, I use the dusting powder, I use the body lotion, and I even wash my silk underwear in it."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah..." he said in a hushed voice. "Yeah."

Laughing, I said, "Of course, I don't wash my underwear in the perfume itself, they have a scented product for lingerie." I settled down on the couch. Smiling sweetly, I asked, "Alex, dear, aren't you going to close the door?"

"Um, yes." He closed the door, hesitated, then locked it. There was a long pause before he spoke again.

"May I get you anything?"

Now there was a loaded question if I ever heard one. I felt a rush of anticipation as so many various replies occurred to me. Yes, Alex, you can come over here and kneel at my feet. Yes, Alex, you can stand in the middle of the room and play with yourself while I watch. Yes, Alex, you can come over here, pull me off the couch, and fuck me. Yes, Alex, you can close your eyes and let my voice take you deeply down into hypnosis. Shivering with delight, I looked him in the eye and asked in a very demure voice, "What are my options, my pet?"

His jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide. Poor baby. I waited as he tried to recover. A moment later, he swallowed hard and said, "Well... um... I could... I could..." His voice trailed off into silence.

As I watched, I couldn't help but notice his arousal increasing, and I knew he was imagining just as I was. Such a good pet.

He straightened, took a deep breath, and said, "May I get you a drink?"

The material of his jeans was visibly straining, and I tried so hard not to stare at it - and even harder not to reach out and touch it... caress it... as I really wanted to. And I could tell there was so much more on his mind than making me a drink. Those same things and more - a lot more - were on my mind, and had been on my mind, rolling around in my mind, during the quiet moments of my day, but... a drink was a good place to start. "I'd like that, Alex, yes. Hmmm... perhaps a martini."

He smiled. "One martini, coming up." He opened a cabinet in the corner and removed two bottles.

"I would just love a martini, Stoli of course, that is, if you have it."

He paused and looked at the bottle in his hand. It certainly was not Stoli. "I'll go get some right now, I'm all out of Stoli. There's a liquor store just down the street, I'll be right back." Before I could stand or say anything else, he had grabbed his keys from an end table and was gone.

Sighing and stretching - and enjoying the feeling of that warm familiar glow increasing deeply inside me - the thought occurred to me, oh, boy, this is going to be one interesting impromptu little visit.

Deciding to look around, I rose and began a self-guided tour of his living room. My pet certainly wanted to please me, running out the door like that. I like being pleased. I enjoyed the thought of him rushing to please me.

There were several framed pictures of race cars on one wall. Upon closer examination I saw that they were all of the same car, and that Alex was in all of them, standing beside it with a helmet in his hand and a smile on his face. I shuddered as I once more heard the thunder of the engines in my mind. I wondered what it would feel like to sit in one of those beasts as the engine roared to life, to feel it throbbing beneath me, around me, enveloping me. I shuddered as that thought flashed to one of Alex throbbing beneath me. So... my pet had been a race car driver. Why had he become a crew chief? He was a most striking figure, poised and proud, standing beside that car. What had happened? I then noticed that, unlike many photos I'd seen of race car drivers, he wasn't holding checkered flags in any of them, there were no scantily-clad young women kissing his cheek, there was no spraying of champagne. That was interesting. I also realized there was no large shelf full of trophies, indeed, there were no trophies at all in the room.

As I pondered this new information, my eyes came to rest on a large bookcase which covered most of one wall. Studying the titles, I noticed a rather oversized softcovered book that was tucked in the bookcase with its title facing inward. I removed it from the shelf and felt a thrill run up my spine as I saw the title. My pet had read, or at least he owned, the book "Different Loving" by Gloria Brame. Yet another very interesting development. How long had he owned this? Had he bought it before or after he met me? As I thumbed through the pages, I saw that looked well read. I owned it of course, and had read it cover to cover several times.

Book in hand, I sat down on the couch and began thumbing through it. Thus absorbed I passed the time until I heard Alex's car in the driveway.

Shaking myself out of my reverie, I rose and replaced the book - facing out this time - and sat back down on the couch. He came in carrying a small bag. "I'm back. Your drink will be right up." Without another word he picked up the vermouth bottle he'd gotten out earlier and disappeared into the kitchen.

For a moment I watched the doorway he'd vanished through and then listened to him make my martini. My eyes returned once more to the pictures of Alex and his race car.

He returned a few minutes later, drink in hand. I was surprised, and more than a little pleased, to see that he had placed a towel over his arm and was carrying my drink on a tray. Three olives on a brass sword-shaped toothpick peered up from the chilled class. What a lovely touch.

"One martini, made especially for you," he announced, taking the glass from the tray and handing it to me with a flourish. Smiling and nodding my thanks, I took it, making sure my fingers slowly brushed over his as I did.

With him staring deeply into my eyes, I took my first sip. He watched with a smile, as if he knew I would approve of the drink he had made especially for me. I was not at all surprised to find that it was perfect. I licked my lips, and then removed the toothpick from the glass and handed it to him.

"The olives are the best part," I said. "I just love the olives. Don't you, Alex? Don't you just love olives?"

I opened my mouth invitingly, and licked my bottom lip, and watched as he carefully moved the toothpick closer to me. Looking deeply into his eyes, I smiled and licked just the tip of the first olive. He shuddered and shifted, and the soft moan he could not contain made me so very hot.

Sinking my teeth into the wet plump olive, I ever so slowly pulled it away, tugging it off the toothpick. I chewed slowly, holding his eyes with mine. When I finished, I took another sip of my drink, and then again opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the next olive as I stared deeply into his eyes.

The third and last olive I picked off the end of the toothpick and handed to him. That one I ate very slowly, one bite at a time... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... until, at last, I could feel his fingers pressing against my lips holding the last bit of olive. I opened my mouth and let his fingers be ever so slowly sucked between my lips... and I watched him.... not moving... not breathing... just watching him... his eyes....his breath....his desire...

I knew he was on the edge of trance.

Gingerly, I let his fingers slip from my mouth... slowly... gently... watching him... I took one last sip of my drink, set down the glass, and leaned closer to him, looking even more deeply into his eyes.

"That was very good, my pet. I so enjoy olives - don't you?"

"Yes I do," was all he could whisper.

"Deeper Alex... yes... look deeply..."

"Let me take you, Alex."

"Let me take you now."

His body relaxed and his eyelids gently closed. He was smiling ever so sweetly as he sank deeper and deep for me, the tray falling unnoticed from his limp hand.

I allowed him to drift for a few moments, simply enjoying this wonderfully relaxing state. But there were things I wanted to talk about, and things I wanted to do. So I awakened him, allowing him to remember being hypnotized, and how wonderful it felt to look deeply into my eyes and surrender to the sound of my voice. He opened his eyes, stretched, and smiled.

"Alex," I said, "tell me about the pictures. That's you, isn't it?"

He glanced over his shoulder at the pictures and his smile faded, replaced by an almost sad expression. He nodded slowly.

"Yes, it is me," he said heavily. "I had a car. I built it, I drove it, I fixed it when it broke. I raced for three years. And I never won anything. That car was faster and better-built than anything else on the track - but I couldn't win. I just wasn't good enough. So I gave up driving."

Listening to him I began to wonder if he had some horrendous crash that was painful to think about. Obviously that wasn't the case. But it puzzled me as to why he found driving so hard to talk about when the pictures were right there in his living room. If driving was something he didn't want to remember, why were the pictures there?

"You loved driving, didn't you, Alex?"

He nodded, and his eyes, lingering on one of the pictures, glistened. "Yeah, I did."

"When did you sell your car, Alex?"

He laughed mirthlessly. "I didn't sell it. I still have it. Would you like to see it?"

My heart leapt into my throat. He still had the car? He gets upset talking about it, yet he keeps pictures on his wall, and he still has the car? "Yes," I said breathlessly.

He sighed and nodded. I followed as he led me to the door into his garage. He opened the door and turned on the lights. And then, with another flourish, he waved me past him.

"There it is."

I stood in the doorway and stared. It was indeed the car in the pictures, pristine and gleaming under the bright lights. No dust, no dents, no scratches, no marks of any kind marred the perfect appearance of Alex's race car. There was a large number 27 on the roof, a smaller one on the door. Alex's name was painted over the window opening.

"It's a very beautiful car, Alex," I whispered. And it was. The car looked in better shape than the ones in the race shop, if that was possible. And Alex hadn't driven it in years? I moved towards it without even thinking, it was as if the car itself was drawing me to it. Standing beside it, I reached out and touched it, my hands running sensuously over the cold metal. I could feel the power, the energy, that this car held. I could hear the rumble of the engine, feel that power throbbing, making the car, and myself, shudder. I closed my eyes and allowed it to envelop me, remembering standing in the pits as dozens of these beautiful machines thundered by me, the ground shaking beneath my feet.

I looked back at him, my fingertips with their long shiny red nails tracing the letters of his name. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I couldn't. I just couldn't. It meant so much to me, I worked so hard for it, and like I said, it wasn't the car's fault. I just couldn't let it go. So it sits here and I take care of it and it laughs at me. Now I make cars go fast for other people, people who can drive them."

I turned and looked at him squarely. "People change, Alex. Maybe you weren't ready before. Maybe, just maybe, you are now. Have you thought about that?"

He tilted his head to one side. "Not really. I just sort of moved on and didn't think about it."

"Didn't think about it?" I snapped. "Didn't THINK about it? Alex, how can you have this beautiful car sitting in this garage, and those pictures on the wall, and tell me that you don't think about it? Why else would you keep an unused race car in your garage unless it was to remind you that someday you would use it again?"

He stared at me blankly, then his eyes drifted past me to the car.

"....again...?" he muttered under his breath.

"Again," I said. "Alex, did you ever think you'd be ready for a woman like me?"

"Um... I never really thought about it, I guess I never really thought anything like this could ever happen."

I looked him straight in the eye. "Anything is possible, Alex." Turning off the garage light, I went back into the house. He followed. Once back in the living room I pointed to his bookshelf.

"Tell me about your books, Alex. I see you have quite a few. Tell me about some of them."

"My books? Yeah, I have a lot." He wasn't quite sure where I was going with this, after the conversation we'd just had. "Mostly about racing, some about World War Two, some about World War One, a lot of fiction..."

"Do you have anything... DIFFERENT? I would LOVE to know," I said, looking him squarely in the eye.

"Uh... Different?"

I stood up and moved closer to him. He started to take a step back, thought better of it, and stood his ground. Looking deeply into his eyes, I whispered, "Have you ever imagined me in boots like that, Alex?" I was referring to the illustration on the cover of the book - and he knew it. His face turned the most fascinating shade of crimson.

There was a long pause, and then he nodded. "Yes, I have."

I did, in fact, own boots similar to those on the book cover. But instead of telling him that, I asked, "What part of the book excites you the most?"

"The chapters on... bondage... and the one about... power. Like I said, I never imagined this could really happen, but I've always sort of wondered what it would be like to... um...."

"To serve a woman?" I finished. He nodded, his cheeks glowing.

"Tell me, Alex, did you read the quote at the beginning of the chapter about power? The words of Jean-Jacques Rousseau?"

He licked his lips. There was a long silence, which I was going to make him break. Finally, he did.

"'To lie at the feet of an imperious Mistress, to obey Her commands, to ask Her forgiveness - this was for me a sweet enjoyment.'"

I nodded approvingly. He had it correct.

Holding his gaze steady, I watched once again as the desire appeared, the desire to fall into my eyes. The desire to obey my commands. That quote was at the very beginning of the book, and I imagined Alex had read it many times.

"Control, and power...they are very seductive things, both to those who take them - and to those who willingly surrender them. Tell me, Alex. If I wanted you down on your knees for me, right now, right here, in your own house - I wouldn't have to hypnotize you into doing it, would I? All I would have to do is say - Alex, get down on your knees for me, right now."

Slowly he sank down, down, until he was kneeling on the floor at my feet, gazing into my eyes the entire time. "Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice barely audible. I stared down at him, my mind filled with images of this man serving me in any way I pleased, mingled with those of him thundering around a track in that car.

"Do you have any idea how much watching you get down on your knees turned me on? Do you have any idea how exciting it was for me? My pet at my feet. Right where he should be. That is so thrilling to me, Alex. So very thrilling."

I watched him blush, I watched his tremble. His eyes searched mine for some sign of my intentions, his eyes begging me to take him. This time I obliged.

"You would love to get lost in my eyes, wouldn't you, my Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress." Already his voice was dreamy.

"Of course you would, and so easily, so easily. But not right now. For you are going to close your eyes now, Alex, close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice." His eyes closed before I had finished the sentence.

"That's right, pet, focus on my voice, on the sound of my voice. Feel if flowing around you, into you, through you, effortlessly holding your deeply relaxed body upright as you sink even more deeply down for me. Focus on the sound of my voice within your mind as you sink down, deeply down into hypnosis for me." As I watched his muscles go slack, I felt every muscle and nerve in my own body tingling.

"And now, my pet, you will stand up and you will follow me. Every movement of your body will send you deeper into hypnosis. You will follow me, pet, follow me as your mind follows every word I say to you."

He rose to his feet and he followed me, and I led him to the wall. There I turned him around and backed him up against it.

"So, the chapter on bondage excites you, my pet?" As I spoke I was remembering the sight of him bound to the tires in the race shop. What I now had in mind was far more erotic.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tell me the Spider Robinson quote at the beginning of the chapter. The first sentence by itself will do, pet."

There was a pause. I closed my eyes and felt that thrill again as, after a moment, he said, "'I would like to tie you down to this bed and tease, tantalize, and otherwise titillate your fair young body until you scream for mercy...'" Once again his memory was perfect.

"Very good, sinking even more deeply into hypnosis. I know that excites you, my pet!"

"Yes," he breathed. His cheeks were glowing, and even as relaxed as he was, I could see that his cock was expanding even more.

"It excites me too, Alex. Tying you down, making you scream. That excites me, that arouses me. Teasing you. Tantalizing you. Titillating you. Until you scream for mercy. Can you imagine yourself screaming for mercy?"

"Yes," he said, his voice breaking. I closed my eyes and a shudder ran up my spine as he followed his reply with a long, deep moan.

"So can I, Alex. So can I. When you awaken in just a moment, you will find that you are bound to the wall. Bound to the wall, bound with tight chains, when you awaken you will find yourself bound to the wall with tight chains. Your legs will be bound, your arms will be bound, your chest will be bound. And I will tease you, Alex, I will tease you until you scream for mercy." I was so hot I was almost melting.

"I will count from one to five, and with each number you will awaken a little bit more. You will find yourself chained to the wall, Alex, and remembering nothing that I have said to you while you were hypnotized this time. One... two... three... four..." I paused as his eyelids began to flutter. Four was high enough. I would leave him just a touch under. "Open your eyes now, Alex."

He did so, clearing his throat. He looked at me and smiled gently, happily, dreamily.

"Welcome back, my pet," I said, my eyes burning. "There now, what a delicious place for me to keep you, isn't it, Alex dear?"

"Thank you, yes, Mistress." Then his body tensed ever so slightly, his expression changing to one of puzzlement, and he tensed again. "What the...?"

I reached up and undid the top button of his denim shirt. "What's the matter, pet?" I asked casually.

"I dunno... I can't..." He looked down at his body. "Oh, Jesus," was all he managed to say. Then my pet closed his eyes and moaned.

"Is something the matter, Alex?" I asked as I undid the next button.

"Mistress... I'm... I'm chained... I'm chained to the fucking wall."

"How delightful." Removing the silk scarf from around my neck, I wrapped it around my pet's head, tying it behind him. "So nice and soft, isn't it, Alex? Quite a contrast to the chains that hold you. And can you smell my perfume on my scarf, Alex?" He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly before replying in the affirmative. "How delightful. Perhaps I should tease you while you can't see what I'm doing." He trembled and sighed and licked his lips.

The next button came open, and I reached up and dragged my long red nails lightly down his exposed chest. My pet leaned his head back against the wall and shuddered, moaning loudly. "Alex, chapter ten, the quote by Spider Robinson. Tell me."

There was a pause, and I undid yet another button. "I'm waiting."

"Um. Chapter ten. Spider... Robinson. 'I would like to tie you down... to this bed... and tease... tantalize... and otherwise titillate your fair young body... until you... scream... for mercy...' Jeeezzzzzz..." His face was bright pink, and his cock was so, so hard.

I looked down at the bulge in his pants and smiled. "Yes, that's the one I was thinking of. It's good that you remember that one, Alex, it's my favorite. The idea of being teased..." I leaned over and slid my tongue over his throat and Adam's apple down to where his shirt was still buttoned. My pet groaned aloud, and I felt almost light-headed from the pure power which flowed through me.

"...and tantalized..." I dragged the nails of both hands up his jeans, knowing full well he was feeling each one as if it were right against his flesh. He continued moaning, and I smiled wickedly as I continued.

"...and maybe even... titillated." At that I pulled his shirt to the side and closed my lips around his left nipple. I circled it with my tongue a few times, and then sucked on it as I drew my lips away from him. His head rocked back and forth against the wall, and the moans went on.

I almost felt as if I was in a trance myself. There seemed to be nothing else in the world except my pet and the sensations that my actions toward him brought to me. Each moan, each gasp, each shudder of my pet increased my own excitement, my own arousal. I was incredibly hot and wet, and when I saw my pet's limbs twitching as if he was trying to escape his bonds, I knew I was going to tease him right to the brink - but no further. "I so enjoy this mutual trance we create here, Alex... it's almost tangible... so hot and so delicious..."

"My pet is so excited, isn't he?" This rhetorical question was accompanied by my nibbling at his earlobe.

"Yes, Mistress." He could barely got the words out through the other sounds he was making.

I closed my eyes as the thrill intensified. "Poor baby." Not.

With a grin I slid my hand inside his pants, found his cock, and slowly... painfully slowly... squeezed hard, just once. He gasped yet again, shaking. Just as slowly removing my hand, I said, "I just couldn't resist... mmmmmm...." Even as I spoke I was dragging my nails down his arms. He was trembling constantly, moaning incessantly, with his head rolling against the wall.

The next button was undone, and I let my nails roam around his chest, twirling through his hair, flicking at his nipples. This was truly delightful.

"This is delightful, Alex," I said out loud as I teased and titillated him. "You make me so hot, pet, so very hot." Another button, more space for my nails, and my tongue as well, to roam. "Seeing you tied, teasing you... Just delightful." I was silent for a moment as I ran my nails up his sides, and my pet tried to wiggle back and forth - but could not. It was so hot watching him squirm. So hot. So... fucking... hot.

"Delll........." Holding the letter 'l', I slid my tongue from his belt to his lips, while dragging my nails down his arms. "....lllightful." I kissed him lightly. "Mmmm, pet, this is delicious. Delll......." Again, I held the letter 'l' and ran my tongue back down to his belt, at the same dragging my nails down his chest and thighs. "...lllicious," I finished with my hands on his thighs and my face at his belt. This was, truly, delicious. And I wanted to taste it all. "Delicious, pet," I whispered again, but I doubt he heard me through his moans.

I unzipped his fly. With my teeth. Slowly.

His body stiffened and he cried out wordlessly. I was shaking with excitement. Withdrawing his rigid cock from his pants, I studied it, holding it in my hands, letting him feel my hands there, letting him savor the feeling of my hands... my nails on his cock... knowing he was lost in those feelings. I explored his cock thoroughly, running my fingers over it, caressing it, squeezing it. And then suddenly I squeezed it tighter and tighter, until he was moaning and groaning and whimpering. Oh yes. This would be fun.

I was on fire, and his whimpering was driving me crazy. Without warning I took him into my mouth, all the way in. He gasped loudly, more of a shriek actually. Reaching behind him, I cupped his ass in my hands and pulled him closer to me. His hips began to move, not very far, but in perfect time with my mouth as I slid back and forth on his cock. For several minutes I held his ass, holding him in my mouth, sucking gently, then hard, then with wild abandon, then more gently again. The only sounds I heard were his, his breathing, his moans.

I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls as my tongue ran up the base of his cock. His moans were louder, his hips were moving more quickly now. I savored his taste, I savored his motions, I savored the feeling of his cock against the back of my throat. And my pet stood there against the wall, helpless, unable to move, and by now past the point of rational thought. His body was never still, his voice never silent, and I basked in the glow of my pet's helplessness and arousal.

Power.

The power to tease, to tantalize. The power to make a strong man stand against the wall, willingly. The power to bring him to the edge of ecstasy - and then make him wait even longer. God, I loved this feeling.

I stopped. He seemed to sag, his sounds quieting, and then he moaned very loudly indeed. But this was not a moan of pleasure. This was a moan of despair.

Releasing his cock from my mouth, I ran my tongue back up over his abdomen, chest, and throat. I nibbled his earlobe again as I untied the scarf, then tugged the scarf away with my teeth. When my pet opened his eyes, I was standing in front of him with the scarf dangling from my mouth. His eyes widened and followed the scarf to the floor as I released it. It fell slowly, drifting down, floating down, until coming to rest. Then, just as slowly, his eyes moved back up over my body until he was looking directly at me again. He was breathing heavily, fighting for air, and his body was still quivering.

I held his gaze and smiled wickedly. "That's right, baby. I want you to watch this... just watch..." His only reply was a violent shudder.

I Leaned forward, I licked his chest, all the while staring up into his eyes. He looked back at me, his body shaking, his chest heaving. My big strong crew chief watched helplessly as I tormented him.

Power.

"Watch, baby. Just watch. I'm enjoying this, pet, do you have ANY idea how much this excites me?" I continued licking him, sucking his nipples, dragging my teeth over his flesh. He was moaning again, and I stared deep into his eyes as I worked my way ever so slowly down his body.

His hands were clenched into fists, his eyes burned into mine, silently begging me to take him.

The journey down his body took several long, exquisite minutes. My pet's eyes were bulging now, his mouth hanging open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I traced my tongue back and forth along the top of his jeans several slow, agonizing times, and I could feel him trying to move, trying to arch his back so he could get his aching cock into my mouth.

I paused as my open mouth came to the level of his cock. I looked up at my pet, imagining the agony, the energy of blind, aching need, pulsating from his body, flowing over me, through me. Grinning, licking my lips, I moved closer and closer to his cock. I grabbed his jeans, clutching handfuls of denim, and pulled him so close that he could feel my breath on his flesh.

"Mistress, PLEASE!" His cry was one of pure desperation, and it thrilled me beyond words.

I put my lips around the tip of his cock, breathing on it but not touching it, allowing him to feel me surrounding him, so close, so close. "PLEASE!" he cried again, still trying to rock his hips so as to touch my warm, wet mouth. I held him firmly against the wall.

I slipped my tongue out, watching his eyes widen, watching the hope that appeared on his face. He nodded rapidly. "Please, Mistress. Please."

My tongue danced around the tip of his cock, tracing a circle around the swollen head. Just once. Then I released my hold on his jeans and stood up.

He stared at me in shock, not moving a muscle. I smiled and said, "Perhaps I should remind you to breathe?" My giggle was from both amusement at his expression, and barely-contained giddiness at the power I had over this man.

He blinked, and started breathing again. I watched with a smile, watched the disbelief, the shock, spread across his face. His mouth worked as he tried to speak. "Yes, Alex, you have something to say?"

"Oh, God NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" he yelled as the full realization that I wasn't going to let him cum hit him. Every nerve in my body lit up at that sound. I looked at my pet, feeling my body tingling, glowing, radiating power. Without a word, I slowly reached down and guided his cock back into his pants, then zipped him up.

He was still watching me, his shock still visible. I just couldn't help sliding my hand back down into his pants and squeezing his tortured cock one last time. His body went rigid, every muscle taut, and his scream sent shivers, no, raging tremors throughout my body. I smiled to myself as I reminded myself to breathe! I eased my hand from his pants.

He fell silent, his body still shuddering. Finally something like a smile washed across his features. His expression changed as I moved closer to him, reaching for him, staring deeply into his eyes.

I slid my fingers through his hair and allowed my nails to rake across his scalp. He looked at me as his head tilted backwards, coming to rest with a soft thump against the wall. His eyes closed as I ran my nails back across his head and stepped away.

For a few moments I allowed him to recover. His breathing slowed, and his trembling ceased. He opened his eyes and found me. "You can move now, pet. The chains are gone - for now. You know I can put them back on you any time I want to."

He nodded and took a tentative step towards me, bending his arms and legs. He looked at me, and his eyes darted downwards for a second, then he looked back at me. The next thing I knew, he was kneeling before me, leaning over - and kissing the top of my foot.

I was wearing high heeled open toed sandals. My toenails were the same shade of red as my fingernails. I looked down at my pet and felt his tongue sliding over my flesh, working in between my toes, slipping up to my ankle. Oh, my.

He paused. "Would you like to sit down, Mistress?" Rather than reply, I backed up and sat down on the couch. He followed - still on his knees. My pet shuffled towards me. Power. A grown man on his knees for me. As he worked his way to the couch, he picked up my scarf.

When he reached me, he handed me the scarf, then leaned down and kissed my feet, one at a time. I watched, silent, as my pet sat down cross-legged and picked up my left foot. He was ever so gentle as he removed my sandal, carefully setting it down beside him.

He kissed the sole of my foot. It was so hot in the room - or was it just me? I could feel every callous on his hands as he massaged my foot, every so often pausing to kiss it, or run his tongue over the bottom of my toes. Not once did he look up at me as if to seek approval, or appreciation, for what he was doing. He remained focused on his task, and I sighed happily. This was, truly, delightful.

He attended to each toe individually, stretching them slightly, working them back and forth, squeezing them between his fingers, licking them lightly. He stroked his fingers back and forth on the top of my foot over and over again, and grinning, I wondered if he'd hypnotized himself. But he soon wrapped his hands around my foot, pressing the palms against the top and his fingers against the sole, squeezing, working his fingers, moving his palms in tiny, exciting circles.

In a dreamy way, I realized I'd been running my scarf through my fingers. There was a better use for it, and I held it towards him, moving it around his head, allowing the end of it to brush over his hands as he worked. He shifted constantly as he sat, and I knew he was trying to make room for his cock.

He removed my right sandal and proceeded to give my right foot the same level of attention he had given my left foot. Eventually that foot was as limp and warm as my left, and he replaced my sandal. He took a deep breath, sat straight up, looked at me and said, Thank you, Mistress."

Such a wonderful pet. "Thank you, my pet." His cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Now lie down, Alex. Lie down at my feet."

"Yes, Mistress." His lay down on his back.

"Close your eyes for me, Alex. Such a good pet. Now focus on your breathing. Notice how your chest rises and falls, rises and falls, with each deep breath that you take. Focus on your breath and my voice. Focus." I watched him breathe for several seconds and saw he was smiling. He knew what I was doing, and he wanted it.

"Relax, Alex. Feel your breathing slowing, slowing, becoming deep and gentle, deep, deep, deep, and gentle. Focus on my voice and relax. My voice is the only sound that matters to you. Even when I'm not with you, you hear my voice in your mind. My voice goes with you wherever you are, reminding you of the power I have over you. Let me take you, Alex. Let me take you now."

My pet's breathing instantly slowed and his body went limp. For some time I spoke, giving my enthralled pet instructions which he would follow exactly. He was to be in a certain place at a certain time the following night, and he was to obey the instructions he received there. He would not remember why he was there, nor would he know how he was to receive those instructions. In fact, he wouldn't even know there would be more. With a very evil grin, I also told him that from now on, the only Vodka he would drink would be Stoli, and every time he did he would think of me.

As I spoke to him, the image of him standing smiling beside his race car hovered at the edges of my mind. I knew inside that I would be seeing that image for real in the future. My coming into Alex's life at this time was no accident. He was ready. For many things.

I left after instructing my pet to awaken in fifteen minutes. I knew that when he awakened, he would most likely lie right where he was and bring himself to the climax I had withheld from him. And in the morning he would remember screaming for mercy, screaming to be allowed to cum.

He would remember too, that it was me who would allow it - or not.

*** PART 9 ***

When I arrived at the race shop, Debbie was waiting with the items I'd instructed her to acquire for me. The phone call I'd made to her had been short and specific, and she had carried out my commands exactly - not that I had expected anything less. Resisting the temptation to leave her hot and horny, I instead left her with no memory of my call or my visit.

As I drove to my destination that afternoon, I thought about Alex, what he was doing and what he was feeling at the moment. He was at a nearby race track, as a spectator - their car was not running this weekend. With his credentials he could still get into the pits, and I pictured him wandering around, talking with friends, laughing, maybe lending a helping hand where needed - but always with this vague idea that something was about to happen.

Arriving at the track just before five, I displayed my own credentials - helpfully supplied by Debbie - and parked in the reserved area. When I next looked at my watch it was exactly five.

I imagined Alex in the pits checking his watch, and his reaction to the time. The puzzlement, the gnawing feeling that he was supposed to be somewhere else. The growing desire, the growing need, to go to the top of the grandstands, where the VIP and TV booths were. I smiled as I pictured him excusing himself from whatever he'd been doing, and making his way there, wondering why, wondering what was drawing him, pulling him, tugging him to the grandstands.

That something was me.

As I walked up the stairs to the VIP booths, I felt the eyes on me, the eyes of every man - and many of the women - who passed me. I wore leather boots similar to those on the cover of "Different Loving", a short leather skirt, black sheer stockings and garters, very sheer thong panties, a leather belt, and a corset with a leather vest over it. A leather bag was slung over my shoulder. I smiled at everyone, but talked to no one. After all, I had a very important appointment.

From the top of the grandstands I had a panoramic view of the track. I could see the middle of the track - the infield, Alex had called it - filled with trucks and RV's and race cars and people. In several hours the crews would be pushing the cars to their places in the pits for the start of the race. Closing my eyes, I imagined the thunder that would surround me, and felt the warmth building.

Alex was to be where I wanted him no later than quarter after five. I would arrive somewhat later, and I pictured him waiting, wondering.

Waiting.

Waiting can be so erotic.

He might suspect I was behind this. He might find waiting even more erotic because of that, and he might just decide to do something about his feelings before I arrived. I stood gazing at the infield for a while, imagining him waiting... waiting...and maybe wondering if he was there because of me. I found that thought extremely arousing. Just before five thirty, I decided it was time to join him.

The place I'd selected was a TV announcer's booth at the far end of the grandstands. Debbie had provided a key and the assurance that no one would be using it this particular night.

I tried the door. Alex had locked it upon his arrival, of course. Such a good pet. Quietly, I unlocked and opened the door.

A row of windows faced the track, about five feet off the floor. The floor was higher there, with two rows of seats and three TV monitors filling that space. Closer to the door, on a lower level, were two large desks and several more TV monitors in the wall. My pet was standing on the upper level, peering out the window at the scene below. Was he imagining himself working on one of those cars - or driving one?

It was obvious, however, that his thoughts were elsewhere. I could not see his face, but he was obviously oblivious to his surroundings. I loved watching him like that, I loved knowing what was on his mind - I had put it there.

I gave the door a push and smiled as the sound of it closing caused him to jump and whirl around.

"Mistress!" he stammered. His expression made me so hot, a look of wonder, of delight - of desire. I locked the door with trembling hands.

"Hello, pet. Were you waiting long?"

His hand raked nervously through his hair. He shook his head, perplexed. "I'm not sure. I didn't expect you to be... I was in the infield and now, well, now I'm... here..." He looked around the room, still scratching his head.

"Of course you are," I said, almost to myself. He looked at me, and a faint glimmer of understanding came to him.

"Am I... did you...?"

I shrugged, but the look on my face was his answer. He was here for me, because of me, and he knew it. His cheeks flushed with pleasure, and he swallowed hard. Feigning nonchalance, I leaned against one of the desks.

"So. Here you are. Right where I want you - up against a wall. It's interesting that you went right to the wall. It's exciting for you to be up against a wall, isn't it?"

He stood still, his face glowing, his cock straining in his pants.

"Maybe you should be chained... tighter... my pet..."

My pet backed up until his back was touching the wall. His eyes were wide, and I saw his hands shaking.

"Good boy. Such a good boy. Such a sweet, chained pet." My voice dropped even lower. "Such a sweet, chained, naked pet."

My pet trembled and his hands went to his belt buckle. "Yes," I nodded. He had no idea that he was acting upon a trigger I'd given him. As his hands slid his shorts down he moaned.

"I know, pet, I know," I whispered soothingly. "I know you're such a good boy."

He stared at his rigid cock for a second, then looked back at me, his face flushing. I smiled. He moaned again and pulled his sweatshirt off. He stood against the wall, staring at me.

"Here, my sweet. Let me make it tighter for you."

My dazed pet backed up against the wall again, looking from side to side as if to try to see the chains which held him to it. I went up to the level he was on and paused before him, my eyes sweeping back and forth over his naked body. "Tighter," I whispered. He gasped and seemed to shrink back into the wall.

"Mmmmm, Alex such lovely nipples you have. I just love the feel of them between my lips." Taking his right nipple into my mouth, I ran my tongue around it, nipping sharply with my teeth. He shuddered and moaned loudly, his knees sagging. As I teased his nipples I dragged my nails up and down his sides, drawing delightfully anguished moans from my tormented pet.

Leaning against him, I writhed back and forth, allowing my body to move against his hard cock. He moaned again, closing his eyes and rolling his head. "So tight, Alex, so tight. Naked and chained for me, for your Mistress. Until you scream for mercy." I reached down and squeezed his cock, hard. He groaned loudly and his body shuddered.

Stepping back, I stared into his eyes. He gazed back, silently begging me to take him down into that place of sweet surrender. His eyes, fixed on mine, drowning in the palpable synergy that filled the air like thick white misty fog that enveloped us. It was hard to say whose eyes held whose. And it was only when I realized that I had stopped breathing that I managed to tear my eyes away.

Turning around, I backed up until I was leaning against him, my leather skirt pressing tightly against him. I reached back and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding his body close to mine. Moving my hips from side to side drew another groan, and I smiled dreamily. Arms still behind me, I ran my red nails down his arms, and I could feel his moans reverberating though my body. I then dragged my nails up the sides of his thighs. For several moments I worked my ass against his cock, and his moans grew louder with each breath. When they melded into one long, steady, sound of anguished desire, I stopped.

Turning, I knelt before him. He stared down at me and held his breath, hoping, wanting, needing for me to take him into my mouth. I positioned my head over his cock, but instead of taking him in, I allowed my hair to fall over his shaft. I moved my head back and forth, my hair brushing his cock. The softness of it after the rougher feel of my leather skirt made my pet whimper. I closed my eyes and took it in, feeling his sounds filling my body with power. I stopped after a moment, opened my eyes, and just gazed at his hard cock from two inches away. His moans stopped as well.

With a smile I moved my hands to his groin, wondering if he was going to breathe. I ran my nails down his inner thighs, and his eyes rolled backwards before closing. His body heaved as I breathed softly on his cock. Then, reaching up, I cupped and squeezed his balls, my own fire burning brighter with each new sound he made.

For a while I toyed with his balls, bouncing them, caressing them, squeezing them, running my sharp nails all over them. Quivering and moaning, my pet stood against the wall as I teased him. "Such a good boy," I said under my breath.

The torture continued with me running my fingers and nails all around his balls and his thighs - but never once touching his cock. It felt as if I was feeding on the sounds he made, on the motions of his body. I closed my eyes and listened, feeling my body soaking in the energy which pulsated from his sweating flesh. I have no idea how long I kept him in this sweet agony, how long I bathed in the heat his quaking body emitted. He was whimpering now, my big strong crew chief was whimpering.

"Good boy," I breathed, and ran one nail up the underside of his cock. A tremor ran from his toes to his head, and he cried out. "Lost in it," I whispered. "Lost..."

I took him into my mouth and slid all the way to the base of his cock. Before he could make a sound, I backed away, circled the tip with my tongue, and dragged my nails down his chest. At last he found his voice and cried out.

He was shaking, whimpering, his knees were bent, the wall was all that held him up. I didn't make it any easier for him as I moved close to him again, grinding my body against his rigid cock and licking his chest and nipples.

Then I gave his cock one hard, long, slow squeeze. As the volume of his moan rose, I released it and walked away from him. His moans turned to a plaintive gasp as I sat down on a desk.

He stood there, panting, sweating, shaking, moaning. After a few moments he opened his eyes, and gradually became aware of me on the desk.

"Come here."

My pet staggered away from the window and walked toward me, his gait unsteady. Halting in front of the desk, his cock pointed at me as if inviting me to use it. I planned to, but not now. Not yet. Not quite. I looked at his cock and raised my eyebrows, then glanced at his twitching hands. He swallowed hard and blinked, and a smile flickered across his face for the briefest of moments. Then he took his cock firmly in hand and began stroking it gently. Such a good pet.

Sliding off the desk, I turned around and presented my back to him. I then undid my leather skirt and inched it down, swaying my hips from side to side. I could imagine him staring, his eyes following my ass back and forth, back and forth... back and forth... I could hear his breathing, I could feel his desire, his longing. Back and forth my ass rocked, as my skirt descended inch by tantalizing inch. I smiled as the sound of his breathing faded away, knowing my sweet pet had succumbed to my ass swinging so seductively. Feeling my face flushing with power, I turned to face him again, still moving my hips from side to side. He was staring down at my skirt, his eyes moving back and forth, back and forth, following my gentle motions. I stopped, his eyes stopped, and he stared blankly at the supple leather, his hand clutching his cock, but no longer stroking it. I remained still - waiting.

After a moment of blissful anticipation, his body shook once. He blinked several times, inhaled deeply, and sighed, a long, long sigh that wavered toward the end as his eyes moved up and met mine. He knew what had happened, that the simple motions of my body had enthralled him. His cheeks colored and he smiled, a smile which quickly changed to a look of wonder, a look of awe.

The power I had over this man.

I closed my eyes and shuddered from pure delight as my skirt finally fell to the floor.

I kicked the skirt away with a casual wave of my boot. He looked at me, eyes wide, licking his lips. He had, quite correctly, resumed stroking his cock after coming out of his trance. Those strokes were short and uneven.

Once more I knelt down, my breath warm against his cock. His hand fell away and once more I teased his balls, not touching his cock, merely watching it swell and pulse. My pet's hands were twitching and his breath was unsteady as I finally rose to my feet. I stared at him, deep into his eyes, and he knew by my expression that I was not going to let him go down. I lowered my gaze to his cock, then nodded toward his hand. He understood. Such a good pet.

He wrapped his hand around his cock once more, trembling with desire. With a groan, he began sliding his hand up and down, his eyes alternately closing and trying to focus on me. After enjoying this for a moment, I went around behind him and put my arms around him, twirling his pubic hairs between my fingers, twisting his nipples, dragging my nails across his chest and belly. My teeth nipped at his back, and his moans grew even louder. He sagged downward slightly as his knees weakened. Then my hands slid back around to his ass, and I squeezed his cheeks, running my nails over them, basking in his sounds. My God, this made me hot. Kneeling, I ran my nails down the back of his legs, then nipped just once at his ass with my teeth. He cried out, his body went rigid, and I could see he was clutching his cock so hard it was turning purple. Leaving my nails against his flesh, I went back around in front of him, allowing my nails to leave tiny furrows as they followed me. I stood before him and looked deep into his eyes. He looked back at me, eyes wide, chest heaving, body shaking. This time there was no silent begging for me to take him. He knew now that I would take him whenever and wherever I chose. If I wanted him in a trance, he would be in a trance. If I wanted him naked and shaking - he would be naked and shaking.

Like now.

I sat on the desk and enjoyed his discomfort for a moment before making it worse. Stretching one leg in his direction, I placed my boot firmly against his groin. He stared down for a moment, shuddering and groaning, then looked up at me questioningly. I said nothing. There was a long silence while my boot rested against his cock and his body shuddered. His hand and cock were pinned between his body and my boot, and his expression was, as they say, priceless. When he saw my other boot coming towards him, his moan sent chills up my spine.

Both my boots rested against his crotch now. He whimpered, staring down at his groin, as I moved his hand away with my foot. His hands dropped to his sides and he stood there, shaking, as my boots danced over his flesh. I walked slowly up his belly and chest, the heels leaving marks. I walked back down, dragging the heels, and squeezed his shaft between my boots. Then I rolled his cock between them, stroking it as well, toying with him as I watched the varying emotions flash across his face. Wonder. Disbelief. Lust. Desire. Nervousness. I saw them in him, on him, and every one made me hotter. I realized with no real surprise that I was soaking wet.

Closing his cock between the arches of my boots, I quickly moved them back and forth, stroking him hard and fast. My pet groaned, his eyes closing, his head tipping back. Pausing, I reached out and untied the lace on one boot. His looked at me with glassy eyes, looked down and saw one boot undone. I didn't need to say anything. Breathless, he nodded.

The laces on my boots went from the tops all the way to the ankles. My sweet pet began loosening the laces, working his way down the boot, totally focused on his task. My other boot was still pressed against his cock, and even through the sole I could feel him twitching.

At last he grasped the heel and sole of my boot and carefully removed it. I wiggled my toes as he took my other boot in his hands and began to unlace it as well. Here, too, he took his time, easing my boot off and watching my silk-clad toes wiggling when he was done. I now wore stockings, garter, leather belt, vest, thong, and corset. Closing my eyes, leaning back, and sighing dreamily, I placed my feet against his cock again and once more tortured him, with the sensation of silk replacing leather against his skin. I walked up his body, caressed his face with my feet, walked back down, traced his nipples with my toes. He was trembling all the while now, his hands still at his sides, his eyes following my feet. They moved back down to his groin and closed around his cock.

Squeezing, stroking, listening to my pet whimper and gasp. Flicking his balls with my toes, rubbing the tip of his cock with the sole of my foot, watching his head lolling back and forth. Pressing the ball of my foot against the underside of his cock and twisting it back and forth, pressing hard. Bathing in the heat which flowed from my pet's quivering body.

The quivering stopped. His body went rigid, his mouth worked soundlessly. A desperate grunt, and my pet came before I had time to think.

In an instant my stockings were covered with cum. Surprised at this unexpected turn of events, I nonetheless kept squeezing and stroking, hearing his grunts and groans tapering off to soft moans. When he finally was quiet, swaying unsteadily, I removed my feet and slid all the way back on the desk. My naughty pet looked at me, his face red, his chest heaving.

I shook my head slowly. He looked crestfallen, and with good reason. He had not been told to cum. His pleasure was something that I reserved for myself, allowing it or not at my discretion. I looked down at my cum-stained stockings and felt that thrill flow through me again. Staring back at him with a gleam in my eyes, I nodded toward my stockings and licked my lips.

His eyes opened wide, but he made no move to obey. I raised my eyebrows and nodded at my legs again. He groaned and shuddered, eyeing my dripping stockings with obvious distaste. I sighed and gazed up at the ceiling - and began to slowly swing my proffered leg back and forth.

Alex watched. After a moment, Alex stared. After another moment, I moaned softly as Alex's facial muscles went slack, once more captivated by my body. With his eyes still fixed on my leg, I moved my foot upward, placing it on his chest and leaving it there.

As before, it took a few moments for him to snap out of it. When he realized that my cum-covered leg wasn't going to go away, and being in a somewhat different state of mind than he had been a moment ago, he gingerly took hold of my calf, leaned down, closed his eyes - and my sweet pet took a deep breath and began licking his cum away.

I watched, squirming, as his tongue flickered over the silk. I was so fucking hot I was ready to explode. My pet was cleaning up after his mistake. If he thought this was his punishment, he was mistaken, but it was a step in the right direction.

It took some time, and for me that time was a haze of ecstasy. My pet would, truly, do anything for me.

Anything.

At that thought something clicked inside me, something that drew a long moan from me. My pet opened his eyes and looked at me curiously. I looked back at him, half blind with heat, and ran my tongue over my lips again. He closed his eyes and resumed driving me wild with the feel of his tongue on the soft silk of my stockings.

Anything. Anything. My pet would do anything.

I resolved to make sure.

At last most of his error was removed from my stockings. He stood up straight, looking at me with a very odd expression. The distaste was still there, but it was almost overwhelmed by - pride? Satisfaction? My pet had erred, but he had done something he'd never imagined doing to try to correct it.

He had more to do.

Sitting up, I reached out and grasped his limp, sodden cock firmly and pulled him closer. He gasped and groaned, his knees almost buckling. Staring at him, I leaned back, moving my knees together. His cock tried to follow me, but he ran into the desk. I tugged again and raised my eyebrows. Realization came to him, and he gasped. I grinned wickedly and nodded. Once.

For a long moment he stood there, his cock twitching in my hand. Then he closed his eyes, moaned, shuddered - and allowed me to pull him up onto the desk and position his shaking body over my knees. I looked down at his exposed, vulnerable ass, at the goosebumps which covered his flesh, at the sweat which trickled off him. This man would do anything for me.

"I didn't tell you to cum."

"I know. I'm sorry, Mistress," he replied in a choked voice, twisting his head around to look at me. I held his gaze for a moment and then nodded. His eyes widened as I raised my hand high over his ass - And screwed shut as that hand whistled down, my palm striking his bare ass with a resounding smack. His body jerked violently, and he cried out in pain and surprise.

Again my palm connected, and again my pet cried out. My entire body tingled as I saw red outlines of my hand appearing on his ass. I felt him tremble, I heard him whimper, and I spanked him again. Harder.

And harder.

And harder.

And harder still.

I was breathing as hard as he was, and he was fighting for air. His sounds were constant and incomprehensible - and yet I understood them. His ass was bright red, with my handprints clearly visible on his flesh. I paused for a moment, staring at his flaming cheeks - then spanked him again, even harder.

And harder.

And harder.

And harder.

With each blow, Alex's body would stiffen. He would gasp or cry out amidst all the other sounds. He was shaking non-stop, and the sweat was pouring off him.

And, as he lay across me, I felt his cock hardening, pressing against my thighs.

My pet was turned on. My pet was aroused.

So was I.

I traced one of the handprints on his ass with a bright red fingernail. He moaned loudly and began rocking his hips, grinding his cock against me. I smacked him again and his motions ceased. More tracing, more moaning, the feel of his cock growing thicker and harder and longer. Another smack, another yelp, and the feel of his cock straining between our bodies.

I leaned over and licked his ass. Once.

He froze, then let out a long moan. His hands clenched into fists and drummed against the desk. I moved my hands, my nails, my tongue over his reddened ass at random, drawing yet more, and louder, moans and whimpers. His cock was rigid now, utterly rigid.

*** THE END ***

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