Domme’s Dream (erotica)

You got a lot of mail today, Miss D.” Billy stood in the doorway, awkwardly struggling under a pile of letters and packages.

“Oh, my. Thank you so much for bringing them up for me, Billy. Could you set them on the table?”

“Sure, Miss D. I’ll just put them right– whoa– ok, here– no–oh, damn.” Billy bumped up against the table and the pile slipped from his hands, scattering all over the floor and sofa. A few landed on the coffee table. Billy bent and began apologetically gathering them up.

“You don’t have to do that, Billy.”

“No, it’s ok, Miss D– it’s my fault, I’m sorry for being so clumsy…”

“You’re not clumsy Billy, you’re very helpful. How is night school going?”

“Oh, it’s going much better now, Miss D, after you helped me with my studying. It’s much easier to remember stuff, now, and I don’t get so distracted when I sit down to read. I still say you should let me pay you for that, Miss D– pretty soon I’ll be done with my classes and I can get a real accounting job, and I can save up the money to pay you–whatever hourly rate you charge your regular hypnosis clients– and–”

“I told you, Billy, you don’t need to worry about that. It’s nice to have the chance to help your neighbor.”

“Yes…” Billy’s eyes took on a faraway look.

“Is something wrong, Billy?”

“No… what? I’m sorry… um, can I use your computer, Miss D? I need… um…”

“You need to check your email?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I was waiting for an important piece of email, that’s right. Can I log in from here?”

“Certainly, Billy, go right ahead.” She smiled. “Just like you, I find it’s nice to help your neighbor.”

Halfway to the office room where Miss D kept her computer, Billy stopped, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Yes…” he said quietly. Then he continued walking into the office, and sat down at the desk.

The computer was already running. Opening up a browser window, Billy rapidly typed in a URL and waited for it to load. When it came up, it showed a blue spiral spinning in the center of the screen. Billy looked at it, momentarily confused. Why did I type this? Wasn’t I going to read my email? What is this page?

Billy looked at the top of the screen. “help your neighbor” was the title. Billy’s eyelids fluttered again, and his eyes locked on the spiral at the center of the screen, as words started to scroll across.

“That’s right… relax… drift deeper… surrender. Surrender your will to me. Give in. Submit. You love this feeling. The feeling of surrender. Surrender, Billy. Give in to me. Submit to me. Open yourself to me. Give it all up. Let go. Click on the spiral when you are ready to surrender to me. To open yourself to me. To forget everything and surrender to me. Ready to help me. To help your neighbor. Open to me. Now.”

Billy stared at the words, and his hand slowly drifted up to the mouse, and gradually moved the pointer over the spiral. His finger clicked the mouse button.

The next page had a green spiral, and the title “submissive accountant.” Billy stared as the words scrolled across.

“You are mine now. My accountant. My submissive accountant. You will do my books. Collect my mail. Send out my packages. You love doing this. Want this. Need this. Crave this. To be my accountant.

So deep for me. So helpful. Needing to return again and again to balance my books. To help me. To help your neighbor. When you are awake, you will forget all of this. Except the need to help me. To return to me. Your subconscious mind accepts this. Wants this. Needs this. This is how you repay me for my help to you. It feels so good to do this for me. To help me. As I helped you. Some day, I may let you remember. The nature of my business. The erotic fantasies that I fulfil. You may have those fantasies. If you do, you will share them with me. Open with me. Eager to tell me…everything. But for now, it is enough to know that you are helpful. That you help your neighbor. As I helped you. Whenever you hear the words, help your neighbor, you will return. To help me. To do my books. To carry my mail. Submissive to me. My accountant. Now, at the count of 3, you will close the browser and do my books. Filled with the wonderful feeling of being submissive to me. Working for me. Help your neighbor. 1 — helpful to me. Open to me. 2–completely submissive. My submissive accountant. 3. Very good.”

Staring blankly ahead, Billy closed the browser window and sat quietly for a moment. Then he turned and opened a ledger book on the desk next to the computer. At the top of the page was a logo of a pocketwatch resting on a coiled whip.

Next to it were the words “Miss D– Hypnotic Dominatrix.”

© chewtoy
visit his website at: gently bitten

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