It was a sunny Saturday afternoon like any other. Finally he had been taking care of myself. Drinking plenty of water, getting 8 hours of sleep a night and focusing on things other than femdomme hypnotism. It seemed that every time he got into a rhythm or became productive something would derail him. Soon he would find himself scanning the net till the wee hours of the morning looking for the next kick, the next quick fix. Something that could break the spell she indefinitely had over him. Sure, he could stay away for a while but he always found himself drifting back, back and back again to the Goddess Marquesa. He thought back to when he first discovered Her. The internet was still relatively new and hypnodommes were few and far between. Porn had never really done it for him though. Naked women posing provocatively. Yes it could turn any hetero male on but something seemed to be lacking. It seemed insincere. He wanted to be seduced, to interact in some way but he really didn’t know what that meant. Then one day he happened upon her site, quiet by accident. He read her words, got to listen to snippets of her voice. This, this is what he had been looking for all along. His boyhood dreams of being visited by a gorgeous and sexy alien who wanted to steal him away, seduce his mind and turn him into her eternal slave. Then there was the fantasy of the beautiful witch who would place him under a love spell, where he would serve happily at her feet. The genie, the island girl, the mysterious femme fatale. He had found all of them rolled up into one. All of the fantasies he had ever imagined this Goddess was and so much more. However, she wasn’t a fantasy, she was real. He felt his heartbeat quicken, his face flush, his breath deepen and an ever so slight shake in his body. “What is going on?” he thought to himself. He quickly shut it off afraid that if he kept staring and listening it would lead to… he didn’t want to think about it. He would tear himself away for a while but then find himself back on her site, each time for a few minutes longer before shaking off the obvious influence, telling himself it wasn’t real and turning away. Until, something inside him started yearning. He felt the need to buy her recordings. “I’ll buy one, it’s be harmless,” he joked. He decided he would call. He picked up the phone and then quickly returned it to it’s cradle. His face feeling so hot. He would try again, and dial six of the numbers and hang up. “This is crazy and stupid,” he thought. He tried again dialing the number but hanging up before the call connected. “Ok,” he thought, “just call her silly!” He dialed the number. He waited his heart beating faster. It was her voice mail. Half relieved he listened but did not leave a message. The message said to try again in 5 minutes. So he did as instructed nervously. She answered, he almost couldn’t speak. This woman who had built up in his mind was actually speaking to him. He cleared his throat and managed somehow to address her properly and they conversed shortly. After a few key inquisites she asked him. “you are so far away my pet, how do you ever intend to serve Me?” her full, deep and rich voice tugged at him. Trying to conceal the slight shaking in his voice he answered, “by listening to Your recordings Goddess Marquesa, if it pleases You.” Shew, he managed to respond. “I have many callers my boy but I can tell by the sound of Your voice that You will be a very good subject for me. Something in the submissive quality of your tone.” He gulped and thought he could see the edges of her lips curl confidently, as she chuckled slightly. “I will require You to listen to my recordings and let them fill You. Then we shall discuss your further training requirements.” She said goodbye and he could hardly believe it. It took him a few minutes to recover from the rush. He felt as if it was almost someone else who made the call and not him. He shook his head and waited for the mail. Checking the box daily, nervously then calming himself. A few days passed and he managed to get himself under control. He even put the coming package out of his mind. Life slowly was normalizing again. One day as he put some clothes away into his drawer he noticed a small something on his bed. His eyebrow raised as he looked closer. A corner of what looked like a small boxed peeked out at him from the edge of one of his bleached t-shirts. He loved that clean smell and as he pulled the fresh shirt up to his nose he smiled with the fresh scent. As he inhaled however he noticed another scent. Something slightly musky, feminine and enticing. It was wafting from the box! “Whaaat?” He thought to himself as he picked it up. “How did this get here? Did i bring it in and didn’t know it?” He began unwrapping it and the smell grew stronger. It was a cassette tape and the scent grew stronger as he unwrapped this precious gift. He lifted up the plastic cassette box and inhaled her fragrance deeply, smiling, almost as if he had been instructed to do so. He felt overcome relishing this gift. This was what he had been waiting for. He ran to find his cassette player, nervously scoured for headphones and of all things he had to find batteries! He stole from the remote and travel clock. His fingers barely able to put them into the player as his body shivered automatically. It was ready. He paused, as if knowing that once he listened to this recording there would be no going back. He took a deep breath, laid down upon his bed, and inserted the earphones. A slight white noise hissed lowly as he pushed play. He watched the player rise and fall on top of his chest as he anticipated the siren voice. To Be continued…