The Magnificent Mesmerizing Manipulating Mistress Marquesa had scheduled one of Her erotic hypnosis calls. Her phone-slave bill had contacted her and scheduled a time when the sexy Dominatrix could call him to weave a sensuous hypnotic spell over him. They had done this before. bill loved the way Her silken, captivating voice captured his mind, will and body and made him feel an erotic thrill like none he had ever experienced before.
As She held the phone in Her lovely hand and dialed the number She smiled an evil smile knowing how much power She had over fawning slave-boys like bill who craved just to hear Her powerful, mesmerizing voice.
One ring . . . two . . . .
“Hello.”
“Well, slave-boy,” She began, “this is your Goddess, your Mistress, your Owner. We both know why I have called. i have the power to control you completely and you are helpless before that power. you must listen to My voice as I take you deep into an erotic, sensual hypnotic trance—a trance in which only I control your thoughts and actions.
“you must listen . . . .
“you must obey . . . .
“you must surrender . . . .”
he stood transfixed by her voice. he listened intently as the sexy voice flowed over him like honey. he listened carefully, straining to hear just another word from Her mouth. Suddenly he felt numb. he was aware of his surroundings but somehow felt removed from them, as if he was having an out-of-body experience . . . a spectator to his own enslavement.
“Now there are no more worldly interruptions. Just Mistress Marquesa and you . . . just Me and you . . . me controlling . . . you obeying . . . feeling yourself sink deeper and deeper under My control . . . don’t resist . . . don’t fight . . . just fall deeper and deeper . . . under My control . . . .”
his free will seemed to drain from him as She spoke. his facial muscles relaxed and he fell deeper under Her erotic hypnotic spell. Only Her voice, the phone . . . only her . . . voice . . . .
“Now I want you to imagine that I am standing before you as you kneel in reverence at My lovely feet. See Me in your mind . . . Beautiful . . . Compelling . . . Controlling . . . so Powerful . . . so Sexy . . . your Goddess . . . .
“Do you see Me?”
“Oh yes!” he whispered.
“Oh yes Mistress, always call Me Mistress . . . !”
“Oh yes mistress!” he repeated as he nodded, slipping further and further under Her power.
“Imagine yourself gazing deeply into My wonderful mesmerizing green eyes . . . Beautiful . . . Deep . . . Powerful . . . Commanding . . . Eyes . . . . Imagine Me coming closer . . . you find Me irresistible, don’t you? you desperately want to be My loyal, obedient slave. you don’t want to think of anything but Me . . . it is so exciting to think of Me . . . nothing else compares . . . surrender . . . simply give up and think only of me . . . your Owner . . . you belong to Me . . . I am possessing your very soul . . . you can’t escape Me . . . you don’t want to give in . . . you want to belong to Me . . . imagine My beautiful succulent ripe sexy breasts . . . My full perfect pouting, sometimes smiling and always inviting luscious lips . . . the enticing curls and waves of My silky long flowing hair . . . surrender . . . you know you are powerless before your Goddess . . . the only thing you want in life is to be My loyal, submissive and obedient slave . . . My little slave boy!”
All he did was stare into space where his transfixed mind saw Her and nod his agreement. The sexy silken voice had quickly overcome his will and possessed him. he truly had entered a deep trance—a state where every command the Mistress uttered would become an irresistible compulsion to him. he was unable to resist the commands She quietly spoke into the phone.
he wanted to hear more and more of them so he could possibly please her as he eagerly obeyed and demonstrated his submission to Her.
She was totally in command. he knew it and it thrilled him to the core of his happy little male soul.
“Is there anyone around?” She queried.
“No Mistress.”
“Good. Then take off all your clothing and throw it into the closest corner.”
Quickly bill’s trousers, shirt and underwear were deposited in a pile on the floor.
“Now look around slave-boy. What do you see? Where are you?”
“In the den. There’s my desk, there’s the couch, and You are standing above me just in front of the throne-like rattan chair as i kneel before You,” he responded.
“Now for some games, slave. i want you to imagine that I am buckling a dog collar ‘round your worthless doggy neck. Next, I command you to sit up on your hind legs with your paws up in a begging position.
“Now doggy you shall bark for Me to show you are begging for Me to throw you a dog biscuit. Bark, doggy boy. Bark! Bark for your Mistress and for your delicious dog biscuit.”
“Arf . . . Arf . . . Arf . . . Bow Wow . . . Arf . . . .”
“Good boy. There you are. Now go fetch and bring it back and lay it down before My lovely manicured toes. Ataboy. Ataboy! doggy is so eager and responsive to his Mistress’ commands. your reward is you may eat the biscuit for your Mistress now, doggy-boy.
“Oh, oh . . . you’re so very hungry you’ve gobbled it down so fast. It must really taste good, just like a broiled New York cut steak. Yummy, yummy. Now, as an afterthought, while you’re still there you have My permission to clean Mistress’ beautiful sexy toes. Isn’t that nice of Me?
“My . . . such eagerness! you really enjoy their taste and smell . . . so erotic . . . so sexy . . . !”
“Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Yes Mistress! Mmmmph . . . mmmmph! . . . sexy . . . so sexy! . . . Mmmmmph . . . !”
“Oh. Oh look . . . that little thing of yours between you legs has gotten so big and hard and active! It certainly tells Mistress that slave boy appreciates this kind of play.
“Next slave, I am going to blindfold you so you’ll be unable to feast those lustful eyes on My overwhelming beauty. you will only be able to imagine it. [We realize this is, of course, “second order” imagination but it is nonetheless very real to the entranced slave.]
“I will throw out another dog biscuit somewhere in this room. you, My little doggy, must find it and bring it back to My lovely toes within one minute. If you fail to do this, you shall feel the sting of My trusty switch on your bare bottom! Ready? There it goes! Fetch doggy, fetch!
“One . . . two . . . ten seconds . . . thirty . . . forty . . . go boy—go! . . . fifty . . . fifty-six . . . fifty-seven . . . get the biscuit! . . . hurry, hurry! . . . fifty-eight . . . fifty-nine . . . minute’s up! Oh . . . I’m so sorry slave-boy . . . you were on the right path but failed to place it at My tasty toes. Sorry, but you’ll just have to grin and ‘bare’ it! Now up with that disgusting bare bottom . . . it makes such a nice big fat target.”
Whack!
“Owww!”
Whack!
“Owwww-w-w!”
“That was two, slave, and you are not counting them and thanking Me for each according to the accepted  tradition. I’ll just have to start over!”
Whack!
“Owww! One! Thank You, My ever-so-benevolent Mistress!”
“Now, that’s better! I like it when a slave one-ups My commands in his response.”
Whack!
“Two! Owwww! Thank You, my glorious, ever-so-deserving, dominating and demanding Mistress!”
Whack! . . . and on and on it went . . . Whack! Whack! Whack! . . . !
“Owww-w-o-o-e-e! Oh i thank You my Magnificent, Merciless, Mean and Mighty, Manipulating, Mesmerizing Mistress Marquesa. Ten!”
“Okay, slave. you struck a chord in My heart with that last declaration. I’ll stop for now. But . . . maybe more will come later! My, My . . . would you look at that! That thing between your legs has truly reached mammoth proportions! it really loves your punishment! I’ll just have to devise other creative ways as an excuse to give you lots of wonderfully soul-cleansing punishment in the future so it can have a really good time. Something tells Me that it has lived a poor, rewardless, under-nourished life for a long, long time! We’ll just have to correct that, won’t we?
“Now, My obedient little slave-boy . . . I want you to again picture Me standing above you as I raise My short black skirt very gradually . . . higher . . . and higher . . . . When you see My black silk panties you will be transfixed by them . . . you will be unable to look away . . . you will be completely captured by the sight of My sexy panties . . . !”
“Yes, my Mistress—your sexy panties . . . !”
he stood looking into a vacant spot in the room, fully knowing that his Mistress Marquesa was there, slowly lifting Her skirt. his heart was pounding with excitement—his breathing was getting very heavy . . . and his tool was very erect and very, very active!
“Do you want to see My sexy black panties?”
“Oh yes, Mistress! Please let me see them!”
“Good boy . . . keep looking . . . !”
he was sweating again, his excitement was at a feverish level. It was as though seeing Her panties would be the crowning moment of his miserable life.
“When you see My panties, My little puppet, you will be unable to look away. you will be unable to think of anything but My panties and My lovely soothing and powerful voice. you will be completely unable to resist Me. you will be helpless . . . helpless . . . .”
“Helpless . . . ,” he spoke slowly, softly, “i will be helpless . . . helpless . . . .”
“Now you can see them, can’t you?”
“Oh yes!” he exclaimed. “Oh yes my Most Glorious and Most Gracious Goddess! i see them, my Goddess! Yes, oh thank You, thank You!”
“Even My panties can control you. I own you and just one look . . . just one touch of your owner’s silk panties—My silk panties—make you weak! Just one look . . . just one smell . . . just one touch . . . . “
The lowly slave began to cry. “Yes Mistress . . . Your panties own me. They control my thoughts. i can’t think of anything except You and Your wonderful, powerful, sexy panties!”
“Imagine My soft silk panties in your hand and you touch them to your hard, appreciative member cock, panty slave. Now, slowly let My panties stroke that very receptive hard cock member, slave-boy.”
The hypno-puppet-slave started stroking his hard cock.
“Soon I will mail you a pair of My soft silk panties and when you get them you will put them in a safe place so that when we talk you can use them to pet and stroke  your cock that poor little undernourished hard guy for Me. he would like that, wouldn’t he? you would like that too, wouldn’t you slave boy? It would make you so pliable and grateful—unable to resist Me in any way . . . eager to obey My slightest suggestion or command!”
“Save . . . panties . . . safe . . . place . . . You . . . talk . . . i stroke . . . hard guy happy . . . pliable . . . we obey . . . .”
The Mistress almost laughed out loud at Her slave boy’s rhythmic hypnotic response. She knew he was totally Hers!
“And soon just the look of those sensuous black silk panties will put you into a deep hypnotic trance awaiting My commands, won’t they?”
“Oh yes, Goddess!” he replied obediently, “. . . Your . . . panties . . . hypnotize . . . me . . . make . . . me . . . Your . . . slave . . . eager . . . eager to obey . . . !”
“Kiss them!”
Obediently, he stopped stroking and lifted the imaginary panties to his lips, gently kissing the crotch.
“As you kiss, worship and smell My panties, you find yourself forgetting everything else. All you want is to worship My panties . . . to worship Me . . . all you want—no, all you can—think about is Me and My panties! Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress . . . worship . . . You . . . .”
“you are My panty slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes my Goddess. i am Your panty slave . . . Yours . . . Yours!”
“For how long, My pet?”
“Forever Goddess!” the grateful slave answered.
“Then you may stroke for Me now but tell Me that you will love, worship and obey Me forever, slave-boy!” the Mistress Marquesa ordered, savoring Her latest triumph.
“Your slave-boy loves You, worships You and will obey You—forever—my Mistress!” he exclaimed.
“Good boy!”
“Your slave-boy will worship You forever My Goddess! Thank You!”
“Good boy,” She laughed.
“your slave-boy john will obey You forever my Goddess!”
“john?” the Mistress gasped, “Isn’t this bill?”
“No, my Goddess, this is slave-puppet john . . . Your slave boy . . . Your property . . . i love You . . . i worship You . . . i adore You . . . .”
“Oh well,” She thought, “what is your address slave-boy john?”
“1313 Blossom Lane, my Mistress.”
“I’ll send you some panties tomorrow. Oh yes . . . cum now, slave!”
Hot cum ran over his hands onto the floor. It was the biggest load he had ever shot in his life, even as a teenager! his knees grew weak and he fell to the floor worshipping his imaginary Goddess. Laughing, the Mistress hung up the phone and redialed.
“I hate it when I get a wrong number,” She laughed.