I settled in to my seat at the banquet, and had a look around. My
girlfriend was sitting in the chair next to me, so that when she was looking to
her left at the head table, I was directly behind her and out of her field of
vision. The people at the front table were talking among themselves in small
groups, getting ready for the speeches to begin. The wait staff was moving among
the crowd, filling water glasses and getting ready to bring out the salads to
begin the meal. We would have our dinners as the speeches were presented. When I
noticed her, it kind of sent a shock through my system, she was so sexy. She was
filling a water glass three tables over from me. She was a tall Black woman,
with a very full figure. I know that I stared at her, and my eyes went wide, as
I drank in her beauty, her perfect body, and her confident movements. I suppose
most guys would have considered her overweight, but to me she was one of the
sexiest women I had ever seen. I am much more turned on by a woman with a full,
firm figure than a skinny woman. Hell, to most guys that are White, as I am, I
suppose she would just look like another heavyset Black woman, and they wouldn't
give her another thought. But to me, she was perfection itself, a gorgeous
goddess that radiated a powerful sexuality that I couldn't look away from. I
spent the next several minutes trying to watch her whenever I could, without my
girlfriend noticing. Very soon, she noticed me watching her, and she returned my
long stare with one of her own. It turned me on even more. She didn't look away,
or pretend to act shy, like so many women will when a stranger is looking at
them. She gave me a look that seemed to say "Yes, I know you wanted me from the
moment you saw me, I expect that." From then on, she seemed to look my way
whenever she could. She seemed to notice right away that I was with someone, and
that I was trying to not let my girlfriend see it, when I looked her way. I
smiled at her once, and she seemed to discreetly return my smile. By now the
main course of the meal was being served, and she walked in and out of the room
several times as she began to help serve the dishes. It was a big crowd, almost
3,000 of us in the convention center, and I couldn't always find her in the
crowd when I looked around. The next thing that I knew, she was serving the food
to the people at our table, just five people away from me. She was over past my
girlfriend, so I could stare at her as much as I wanted, and still seem like I
was just looking at the people giving their talks at the front of the room. She
was working her way closer to me as she served the food. My heart raced and my
mouth was dry. I began to try to think of some way that I could talk to her for
a moment, without my girlfriend being aware. She left the room for a moment, and
when she returned, she walked to our table again. Suddenly she was standing
right behind me, and I had to stop myself from turning around to see her. Her
coworker began speaking to her, and then they began to have the kind of quiet
but heated argument that people have when they are angry at each other, but
trying not to let it show while customers are watching them work. I listened in.
It seemed that her coworker was giving her hell, for having started serving the
wrong table. The coworker really started bitching at her, and she began arguing
back, saying that this was her area. They were both almost right behind me. I
imagined that the coworker was in fact supposed to be serving this area, but
that my goddess had switched areas so that she could come over closer to me.
Hearing my dream woman fighting with the other woman only turned me on more. As
she told her coworker to get out of her face and go serve some other area, I
imagined that it was me that she was giving orders to, and it made me weak with
desire. They stopped the fighting for a while, and she began to serve the food
to the people around me. She was wearing a light brown waitress's outfit, with a
medium length skirt and a top that showed just a little cleavage of her perfect,
very full breasts. Finally, she served my food. She leaned across me in the
tight quarters of the banquet table, and those breasts were practically in my
face. It was all I could do to not moan out loud with desire for her. I looked
up at her as she set the plate down, and she caught my eye. She seemed to know
everything I was thinking. She smiled briefly, and her full, firm hip brushed
against mine. I wanted to drop to my knees right then in front of her, and tell
her so many things. I would tell her that it was I that should be serving her,
and I that should be wearing an outfit like that for her, to plainly show that I
knew that it was my place to serve her. The next thing I knew, she was gone,
serving the food to other people down the table. I looked around me to see if
anyone had noticed the way I had been staring at her with such uncontrollable
lust. I was shaking and wasn't sure if I could have spoken, had I needed to.
After a moment I excused myself from the table, and walked off to the side of
the crowd, supposedly to go to the men's room. I stood at the edge of the hall,
and looked out over the tables. I was over at the corner of the room, where the
staff would all walk by on their way to and from the kitchen area. There was a
hallway there that was only partially visible from the convention hall floor,
and I stood there and scanned the crowd for her, also keeping my eye on the
kitchen door. I didn't know what I would say to her, but I was hoping to catch
her for a moment there, where I wasn't sitting right next to my girlfriend. But
then I realized that if she did walk by me, they were all really busy trying to
get all of the food out, and she wouldn't really be able to talk for long, if at
all. I decided to write her a note and then hand it to her if I got a chance. I
walked off and found paper and a pen. I stood next to the pay phones, and wrote
out the following. I had to tear up the first one, since my hands were still
shaking so much I could barely write. ----------------- Hi. I wanted to tell you
that I think you must be the sexiest woman I have ever seen. As you can tell, I
am here with someone, so I appreciate it very much that you were discreet, when
you noticed that I was staring at you. I would tell you so many things in this
note if I could, but my handwriting is terrible because my hands are shaking so
much, from being near you. So I will make this short. I will do whatever you ask
me to. I mean it. If it is possible in any way for me to talk to you again, or
spend time near you again, I will do anything to make that happen. Won't you
please consider this? I think I could make myself very useful to you. Here is my
phone number. You can call any time. Water ----------------- Now all I had to do
is find a way to get the note to her, without my girlfriend, or the two or three
other people that I knew in the crowd, seeing me do it. I knew it would be best
to get the note to her somewhere away from the crowd, because I had no idea how
she would react when she read it. Hell, she could laugh at me in that same
powerful, mocking voice she used with the other woman, then walk over to my
girlfriend and hand her the note, saying something like "Do you know that your
boyfriend gives messages like this to strange women when you are out with him?"
I waited near the kitchen door for a while, but she didn't walk by. Everyone was
finishing up the meals, and I had to get back to my table, or my girlfriend
would get upset and suspicious. I got back and sat down, and continued to look
around for her. The meal was over now, and the staff was clearing away the
dishes. I held the note in my hand, folded up into a square. I had written
"Please read in private" on the outside of the note. Soon I saw her again,
collecting up the dishes. She came over near me, and set up the cart for the
tableware almost right behind me. As she went back and forth gathering the
dishes, she would repeatedly walk right behind me. It was driving me crazy,
being so close to this woman that I desired so much, and to not be able to stare
at her the way I wanted. As she worked behind me, she kept bumping into me and
brushing against me. Each time she did, it sent a wave of excitement and need
for her through my body. Once, when she was standing right behind me, I leaned
back into her and felt her body against mine, and I gave a big sigh of pleasure.
A few times she bumped me with the trays or dishes, as she worked behind me.
Once or twice it was even hard enough to really hurt. It was as if she already
knew that I was someone who would gladly accept any abuse or torment from her,
and only wish for more. As she worked, and I sat there with my heart racing and
my cock as hard as it could be, I tried to figure out how to hand her the note.
At one point I stood up while she was behind me, and I tried to find a way to
place the note on her cart in a way that she would see me do it. I had to
shuffle sideways right by her, but I couldn't offer her the note, because I
thought that my girlfriend might be watching. She must have felt my stiff cock
as I brushed up against her perfect ass. I took a short walk as an excuse for
getting up out of my chair. I tried to catch her eye as I stood a few tables
away from where she was, and it seemed that she understood me when she looked my
way and I held up the note, as if to say I wanted to give it to her. Then, I
walked back to my chair, and as I passed her cart, I put the note there next to
a stack of dishes. But as I glanced at her over the next few minutes, I could
tell that she hadn't noticed the paper. It was driving me crazy. I started to
worry that someone else was going to see the note, as it really was right out in
plain view, so after a while I got up and picked the note back up off the cart.
Since she was cleaning up the area in general, I decided to drop the note on the
ground somewhere, and let her see me do it, so she could pick it up when she had
the chance. I did drop it, and she seemed to see me do it. But over the next few
minutes, she walked by it several times, but never picked it up. I got up and
walked over near the kitchen door again, and after a moment she walked by. I
spoke up to her as she passed me. "Hi, could I talk to you for a second?", I
asked. She said sure, and stopped in front of me. "I have something I wanted to
tell you, but I am a little nervous about it, so I wrote it down on a slip of
paper. I put it on the cart where you are collecting dishes, but you didn't see
it, and now it is on the floor next to the cart. Would you look at it for me
please?" I felt stupid and clumsy in front of her beauty. I wasn't speaking
clearly and was practically stammering. "What does it say?" she asked. "Why
don't you just tell me now?" Her tone was a little bit demanding, just as if she
knew that her being a demanding and controlling person was exactly what I was
hoping for. I was too nervous, and when I glanced over at where my girlfriend
should have been sitting, I couldn't see her through the crowd, so I started to
worry that maybe she was up walking around looking for me. "Just look at the
note, okay, please?" I said, and I walked off quickly. I walk back towards my
seat, but I notice that the note is gone from where it had been. My girlfriend
isn't at the table, so I pick up a pen and wrote out another copy of the note. I
walk back towards the kitchen one more time, and I see her again. I have the
note in my hand, and she is right there in front of me, but my girlfriend walks
up to say hi to me! The woman asks me where the note is, and I mumble something
stupid like "well there isn't one"--I don't even remember what I said. I was
totally panicked. My girlfriend and I walk away, as I am screaming in
frustration inside, but trying to act normal. My girlfriend asked me about what
that woman wanted, and I lied to her I told her that I had overheard her arguing
with her coworker about something, and I was telling the woman that I would back
up her side of the story, if her coworker tries to get her in trouble with their
boss, as she had threatened. I thought that was pretty quick thinking, and I was
relieved that I was able to come up with it, but I still had not gotten the note
to her, and now it was time to leave. My girlfriend and I left the hall
together. I drove her back to our hotel room, and then I made an excuse to leave
for a while. I said that I thought I had left something back at the convention
hall. I drove back to the hall as fast as I could, and began looking around for
her. But the place was pretty much completely cleaned up, and almost no-one was
around. I was crushed when I found the first note still under a table, where
someone must have kicked it, but I was also a little relieved. I felt like I
wasn't in control of any of my actions, but was instead under her power and
control, and I was beginning to feel exhausted from being so sexually turned on
for so long. I did manage to find someone who told me the name of the company
that was providing the wait staff for the event, and then I had to get back to
the hotel. From that day on, my fantasies about her were constant. My girlfriend
and I were going through a difficult time, so we weren't making love very much.
Soon after that, we broke up, in a big argument that was all about trivial
things, an argument that didn't even once mention what the real problem was, and
what was really bothering me. I had asked her any number of times if she would
at least try to consider learning to be dominant when we made love sometimes,
and she just couldn't bring herself to even try it. When it comes down to it, in
looking back I think now that she was just a wimpy woman, that wanted a man to
tell her what to do all the time. She just couldn't handle it when I asked her
if she could be the one in charge for short periods of time. I thought about my
mystery woman many times every day. I didn't even know her name. Often I would
work late on my computer, then go off to my bed late at night, and I would lie
there and think about her. If I laid on my back, my constant hard-on would hold
up the sheet in the air, and beacon for me to touch myself and think of her. If
I tried to ignore it and turn over on to my stomach, my cock would stay so hard
it would seem to hold my whole body off the mattress. It would stay like that
until I finally gave in. I would get out of bed, and stand there for a moment. I
would imagine that she was there, and that she was staring at me as I stood
naked in front of her. I would touch my nipples for a moment, then give in
completely to the power that she had over me, and begin stroking myself
frantically. I had never before experienced any orgasms like the ones I had as I
fantasized about her. After two days, I could not help myself and I called up
the company that had done the catering at the event. I managed to get someone on
the line who had been at that particular event, and then I began describing the
woman. Eventually I made it clear which woman I wanted to get in touch with, and
the person on the phone said that they would give a message to her for me. They
said her name was Sherri. My pager rang the next day, and I called in to check
my messages. Her voice was confident and sexy on the recording. "Hello Water.
I'm glad you finally found a way to give me your number. I'm looking forward to
speaking with you and finding out what was in that note that you had such a
problem giving to me." Her tone of voice was almost mocking, as if she was
already laughing at me for being so weak and under her spell. She left her phone
number at the end of the message. I didn't call her right away. I could barely
think. I was scared, turned on, weak, ecstatic, and a hundred other emotions,
all at one time. For quite a while I just sat and looked at the phone number,
and a few times I called my pager line back and listened to her message again.
Finally I picked up the phone and called. She answered with a simple "Hello". I
said "Hello, this is Water". There was a short pause, and then we began a short,
quiet, intense conversation. It balanced there on our voices in the strangest
way. I answered some questions she had for me, about my life and work, and we
found out that we lived pretty close to each other. She asked me what had been
in the note, and I spoke it back for her, as best as I could remember. She took
it calmly and in stride, as if this is what she had been expecting. I told her
how sexy I found her, and how much I wanted her, and that I am a submissive, and
that I wanted to serve her. Almost as if she wanted to make me work for the
chance to get to know her, she began to say something like "I don't know, this
is all maybe too weird for me". It was like she was teasing me, telling me to
give her more, faster, or I would lose my chance to speak with her again. After
we had talked a little longer, she seemed to suddenly make up her mind, and she
asked told me to write up a detailed letter that explained all my thoughts and
fantasies, and to mail it to her. When she said "I want you to send me" the
letter, instead of _asking_ me if I would be willing to send her the letter, I
practically came in my pants right then. I had been living for that moment. I
told her that I would do that, but then I asked her if she had an email address
that I could send it to instead. She said that would be even better, and she
gave it to me. She asked me about my computer skills, and when I told her I had
been in the field for many years, and know a lot about PCs and Macs, she seemed
pleased, but she didn't tell me why. Saying that she had to take care of some
business, she ended the phone call, by saying that she would be waiting for my
email. I hung up and began working on it right away. It took me only about 2
hours, as all my desires and needs came pouring out into the keyboard. I sent it
off and went and stroked myself until I came again. ----------------- Dear
Sherri, Thank you so much for calling me. As I said I would, I am sending you
this email that should explain everything that has been going through my mind
since I saw you at the banquet. As I said, I am what is known as a male who is
submissive to women. It means that I get intense pleasure from taking orders
from, and being controlled by, a woman who is strong, confident, and
controlling. I have been like this ever since I can remember. I have had some
relationships in the past where I let the woman know these desires of mine, but
it has never really worked out, for various reasons. Some women just seem to
think that it is too weird. (Or, more likely, they think that other people would
think they were too weird, if someone were to find out that they played such
games. Personally, I am not someone who worries too much about what other people
think of me.) Sometimes, of course, the woman and I just weren't right for each
other for reasons other than our sex lives. And sometimes a woman tries being
dominant for the first time, and she finds that it is too scary for her, to be
in control of a sexual situation. In the past men were almost always in control
of the how, when, where and everything else of lovemaking, and that is still
mostly true today, so it is a pretty new thing for most women. Here are some of
the benefits that you would receive, if you found my offer an pleasing one, and
accepted me as your servant and toy. You would have in me a devoted servant, who
was available to you at all times, to follow your commands. I would not talk
back to you, and I would do as you instructed always. I would keep your
apartment clean, including the vacuuming, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, and
I would do your laundry for you. I would always be a good listener. I would make
an good personal servant also, I believe. I would always be ready and willing to
rub your back, feet, or neck, or try to please you in any other way you desired
whatever you ordered me to touch, rub, lick, caress, or kiss, I would do
instantly, and I would do it tirelessly for as long as you desired. You could
have me bathe you, paint your toenails, literally whatever you could imagine a
complete servant ought to do for his goddess. If you were not in the mood to
have attention paid to your body, you could of course provide orders to me as to
what I should do with mine. You could order me to dance for you, to work out and
so then develop a better and stronger body to serve you with, and whatever else
your imagination could come up with. Most dominant women know that although a
slave may stay a slave when it is being ignored, there are some simple things
that a woman can do, which are not unpleasant for the woman, which make the
slave more and more happy to be her slave every day. In a way, it is kind of a
deal that is worked out. You can have the things I have listed above, and more,
almost whatever you can imagine, and what you offer in exchange is to excite me.
And the kind of things that would excite me are the following: - Demand 100 %
obedience from me. - Tell me "You have no choice but to obey me". - Order me to
wear clothes that make me weaker and more turned on, such as women's panties,
the more feminine and silky the better, or a maid's uniform, or dresses, or
anything feminine and demeaning for a man to wear. Whatever else you think will
help me remember that you are the boss and I am just a slut there to obey you.
Often dominant women will have their slaves wear women's panties under their
regular clothes when they go to work each day, as a reminder of who they belong
to, and to rub against their slave's cock all day and drive them crazy with
lust. I hope this email contains what you wanted to hear. I hope I have pleased
you by getting in touch with you this way. I will be waiting very anxiously to
hear from you, and dreaming of you at night as I wait for your next
instructions. Yours (hopefully), Water ----------------- She called me the next
day. She started the moment I said hello. "I won't let this be a game," she
began. "If you just want to play games, you had better find a way to leave me
now, because I won't allow it. But I don't think you are capable of escaping
from me, even now. And believe me, my control over you is going to increase
every day. Let me tell you some of the ways I will make you more completely my
obedient slave." "I am going to make outrageous demands of you, often ones that
make you even more helpless to resist me, and you will do what I tell you to,
and it will turn you on. " "You are a stupid man, Water. Say that out loud,
now." "I am a stupid man", I said. "That's right", she continued. "You are a
stupid man, and you are controlled by your cock. But I control your cock, so
that means that I control you. Here are my first commands for that cock of mine.
I want it hard all the time. I want it to ache for me. I want it swollen, stiff,
and pushing against your clothes, all day every day. I want it to constantly be
wishing for my touch, or my gaze, or my abuse. When I am near you, I will slap
it, bind it up tightly in ropes, wrap it in pink silk panties whatever pleases
me. When you are not near me, it will wish for these things, and it will show
its desire for this by hardness. You awakened this desire in me. I have always
been a woman with a high sex drive, but it has never been like it is now. That
is the most stupid thing that you have ever done. Now, my pussy is wet
constantly, thinking about having you as my sex slave and servant. You could say
that I don't have any choice in this matter any more, just like you do not. My
pussy is wet and aching for pleasure and licking, and the desire to see you
working for me. It wants to see you vacuuming my house, and cleaning my
bathroom, and doing my laundry. The idea of having these things turns me on so
much, and makes my pussy so wet, that I have to have it. And you are going to
give it to me, because I know how to make you give it to me now, whether you
want to or not. You are never going to come again without my permission. I give
you these commands now, and you are never to forget them, and you will never be
able to escape from their spell. The first is as I just said from now on you
will no longer be able to have an orgasm without my permission. If your are by
yourself and you try to get some relief from that cock of mine, that will be
constantly and uncontrollably hard every moment of each and every day, you will
of course be able to touch yourself. But you will find that you just cannot
reach a climax. You will simply stroke and stroke yourself, over and over, for
hours if you care to try, but you will not come. Sometimes you will be unable to
stop trying, and you will slide your hand up and down your cock until you can't
stand it any more, and finally you will give in, and you will call me. You will
admit to me that you have been disobedient and have been touching yourself. You
will beg me for permission to come. Sometimes I will give it to you, and
sometimes I will not, but I will always let you know that you will be punished
for touching yourself without permission, and you will indeed receive that
punishment, and it will be harsh. "Your second command is to remember my phone
number for the rest of your life. Say it for me now: (415) 555- 0928." I
repeated the number to her. "That's a good little slut. If you try to escape
from me, here is what you will find. You could throw away my phone number, where
ever you have it written down. You could stay away from me, and try to forget
that you know where my house is located. But that phone number will never leave
you. It will always be there at the top of your mind. You will always know that
all you have to do is pick up any phone, and dial that number, which you can't
forget, and I will take care of everything from there, including the punishment
that you would receive for trying to escape from me. Now that we understand each
other, I'm going to let you know a few things you are going to do for me. I
might be taking a chance on scaring you away by telling you what I am going to
say, but I don't think so. I think you are going to be my slave, no matter you
would like to happen, and you have absolutely no choice in the matter. I'm going
to control your orgasms and your cum, because it is mine to do with as I please,
and because if I keep you constantly full of cum, it will make you more easy to
control. Sometimes I am going to tie a little bag, made from a pair of pink silk
panties, around your cock and balls, for you to wear while you are away from me.
It will have a little hole in the end, that will allow you to pee through it,
but it won't be big enough for your cock to get fully hard, and you won't be
able to get your hand in there to touch yourself. You will be able to untie the
bag yourself, if you need to in an emergency, but if you do, you won't be able
to hide it from me, because the knot that I close it with will be sealed with
sealing wax and my own seal. You might think that it is worth it once to untie
that silk bag and masturbate, but you won't do it again once you see the
punishment that you receive for doing it. I am going to photograph you in all
kinds of extremely embarrassing situations and clothing, including the cute
little French maids outfit that I have already picked out for you. I am going to
keep those photographs in a safe place, and if you ever really try to disobey me
or escape from my power, you will see those photos mailed to places and people
that you won't believe. I will have videotape of you also; videos of you
cleaning, and dancing, and servicing me in all sorts of ways. The kind of video
that porno companies love to sell and make good money from, especially when the
tape is sent to them with all the right releases signed and notarized. Oh yes,
you will sign the releases, and they will be stored in the same secret place
that the photos and videotape will be stored. Oh, and there is one more thing I
just may do, if I come to think that something as extreme as this might be
necessary to keep you in line. I have a friend who has a daughter that has been
in quite a bit of trouble with the law. She is only 15, but already she has been
busted a couple of times for prostitution and all kinds of things. So, she is
obviously no stranger to sex, but as I think you know, the law doesn't care
about that. No matter what the girl has been up to in the past, still, if there
is a video or pictures of an adult man having sex with that underage girl, that
video could get that man in quite a lot of trouble. And don't think I wouldn't
be able to get you to slide yourself into this very sexy, hot girl, and even
turn your head and smile for the camera. I know you already, and how easy you
are to control, especially when you are super-turned on and just about to come.
One day I would get you into that state, then ask her to lay down on my bed and
spread her legs, and I would simply command you over and over, (maybe while
whipping your white ass a little), to lay down and kiss her once. I know that
hard cock that I own would just slip right inside her, and when I commanded you
to fuck her now, and do it hard, you would have no choice. You would cum for me,
so that I could have ultimate control over you. You see, my greed for control of
you really has no limits. You're mine, and I intend to make sure you understand
it. I was glad to hear that you have the computer experience that you do. I have
a job during that day where I could use an assistant like you, especially one
that would do the things you will do when I close my office door. The full truth
of our relationship we will keep secret from the rest of the company, as long as
you stay in line. Of course, if you were to make a big enough mistake anywhere,
you might find a very interesting picture of yourself posted on the office
bulletin board by some anonymous person. You had better get your resume together
in the next two days, because I will want you to start very soon. It won't be
the best money you have ever made in your life, but between this new job and the
little extra that you might earn through providing household maid service to
some friends of mine, I think you will be able to get by. You might not be able
to afford an apartment, though. If so, you let me know, and I will think about
whether you can sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. You would look so cute
there, curled up in your little maid's uniform, ready to jump into action at my
every command. Even with all of this control over you, I know that you will at
times be disobedient. I know this because I know you have a need to be punished
sometimes. And I will do so, and very well. You will be beaten sometimes,
sometimes quite severely. I may share you with friends. I will often remind you
to try harder by keeping you bound and gagged for long periods of time. And each
time that I do let you have an orgasm, which will be rare, I will always order
you to lick up your own cum for me. Yes, I will many ways to give you the
punishments you deserve and need. Finally, I am going to let you know that I am
quite an accomplished hypnotist. When I have you in that very receptive state of
mind, where nothing else in your world matters except for obeying and pleasing
me, I will often take those moments to place commands deep inside your mind.
Commands that you will not be able to escape from. I will put into your mind
code words that I can speak at any time, and each word will have a different
effect on you. One will make your cock instantly hard, no matter where you are
or what you are doing. Another will make your nipples suddenly hard and
ultra-sensitive. Yet another will cause you to fall to your knees in front of
whatever woman you happen to be near, and ask that woman how you can serve her.
Yes, I am capable of all this and much, much more. You will see very soon. I met
her three days later. I was a complete wreck by that time. She knew what she was
doing, making me wait that long. My cock had been hard almost every minute for
those three days, and I had barely slept at all. She opened the door to her
home, and stepped back and smiled. She crooked her finger at me, drawing me
inside, and I went to her. It was even worse than I had imagined, and even
better. The end
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