The Game - Chapter 1

Scott leaves her fiancé Joyce standing at the alter. In retribution, Joyce hires a hitwomen to break Scott and make him hers. A hitwoman with very special talents…

Aysha straddled him, on the sofa in the living room of her house, sitting on his lap in her matching lacy white panties and bra. She kissed the top of his head hungrily, her long, curly blond hair falling around his face, as she roughly ran her hands through his course, dark hair, pulling his face against her. He kissed her neck, and her chest, the exposed portion of her breasts, pressing his face into the soft valley in between them. He ran his hands over her shoulders, her back, her hips, slipping them in and out of the tops of her panties, touching the upper portion of her buttocks. She moaned girlishly as she swayed her hips on his lap, feeling his erection beneath his boxer shorts.

Their clothes lay strewn about on the living room floor. She wore only the bra, panties, and black high-heels. She had helped him strip down to only a cotton white tee shirt and the boxer shorts. She pulled away from him now, long enough to take off his tee shirt, then she scooted forward on his lap, straddling him, with her legs to either side of him on the sofa, pressing her body against his naked chest, moaning, breathing on his face. She looked down into his eyes for a moment, and then pulled his head back to her, pressing his face against her chest once again, and he resumed kissing her body, running his hands over her. She moaned his name, “Oh, Scott.”

Aysha was what men refer to as “drop-dead gorgeous.” Long, blond curls, bright green eyes, beautiful, delicate face, with high cheekbones and full red lips. She had a fantastic, tan complexion with taut, firm skin and was perfectly toned from head to toe, with not a single feature out of proportion. She stood five-ten, with a tiny waist, and full, supple breasts. She had curvaceous hips and a round, firm butt. Her legs were spectacular as well, perfectly sculpted, long, strong, sleek.

Scott couldn’t believe he was going to have her, to have sex with her, on their first date no less. It was all he could do not to come in his shorts as she stirred, practically nude, on his lap, pulling his face into her heaving breasts, this unbelievably perfect woman, as she kissed his head and moaned his name. Scott was right not to believe. He was not going to have Aysha. She was going to have him.

Aysha leaned back from him, holding his head still. She smiled at him seductively, and reached her hands behind her back, undoing her bra. She slid it off, setting it next to him on the couch. Scott looked at her fantastic breasts for a moment, and leaned his head forward to kiss them, to rub his face on them. Aysha moved her hands back to his head, placing one on each side, holding his head away from her breasts, smiling playfully. Scott returned her smile, looking directly into her beautiful, bright eyes as he moved his hands up to her arms, making a motion to pull her arms to her side so that he could move his face to her breasts.

Aysha continued to hold his head, smiling playfully, moving her body up on his lap, pressing herself against him, straddling him on the sofa. She smiled down at him, saying “I have a confession to make, Scott.”

Scott turned his face to kiss her arm, as she continued to hold his head lightly, but firmly. “What’s that?” he asked.

She turned his head with her hands, so he was looking into her face. “I’m sort of a professional,” she said, searching his face for reaction.

He smiled at her, confused. “Professional?” he asked. “You mean, like a prostitute?”

She continued to look at him directly. “In a manner of speaking, I suppose.”

Scott’s smile was frozen on his face. Whatever was going on, he did not want to blow this. “But … we’re on a date. Right? I didn’t offer you money, and you didn’t ask for any. We’re just on a regular date, aren’t we?”

Aysha smiled down at him sympathetically, in complete control. “Well, not exactly. We are on a date, but not the way you think. See, this is my job, lover.”

Scott could no longer mask his confusion, his impatience. He tried to change his position, but she sat on him firmly, her full, nude breasts still only inches from his face, his erection taut against the recess between her buttocks. “Aysha, I’m not understanding you,” he stammered. “This can’t be a job for you, because I’m not paying you.” He looked at her suspiciously, saying “Unless all of this foreplay was to close the sale, and now you’re asking me for money. Is that it?”

Aysha laughed at him, her breasts shaking slightly as she did so. “Oh, no, Scott. That’s not it at all. You see, I’m already paid for. You don’t have to give me any money. I doubt you will want to.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying that someone hired you for me?”

She looked amused at his question. “Well, I wouldn’t have put it that way, really, though I guess it’s true.”

“So who’s paying you then?”

She smiled, and said “Joyce. Joyce is paying me. You do remember Joyce, don’t you?”

“Joyce?” Scott exclaimed. “My ex-fianc‚ Joyce?”

Aysha smiled like a cat. “That’s right, Scott. That Joyce. The one you broke up with after the wedding invitations had already gone out because you ‘weren’t ready to get married.’ You remember her, don’t you? She says ‘hi.'”

Scott’s eyes widened and he started trying to get up, but Aysha sat on his lap firmly, and continued to hold his head in her hands. “Why the hell would Joyce hire me a hooker?”

Aysha laughed. “I’m not really a hooker, Scott. You see, I’m kind of a specialist. Joyce hired me to go out with you, take you home, hypnotize you to become her obedient slave and have you come crawling back to her, and tape the whole thing on videotape for her to see over, and over, and over again.”

Now Scott laughed. “Specialist? Aysha, what in the hell makes you think you can just hypnotize me? This is some kind of joke, right?”

Aysha smiled down at him briefly before answering. “Honey, I already have, you really don’t remember much from our little talk in the restaurant do you? A couple of suggestions and you were begging to be put under, and loving it. I had you under my spell so easily…but you’re not far enough yet. We still have a long night ahead of us” Scott looked up at Aysha in disgust. As much as he wanted to sleep with her, this was starting to get too weird even for him. “Aysha, get off me NOW! Joke’s over, I had enough of this shi…”

Scott’s eyes again widened up into Aysha’s as Aysha laid her arms across Scott’s chest and stared straight into Scott’s eyes.

“I see that look in your eyes and I know what you’re thinking right now. You think I’m crazy and have lost my mind. You probably want to try to get rid of me right? And I’m telling you right now…that just won’t happen”

As Scott stared up right into Aysha’s eye’s, a feeling of deju-vu washed over him. Staring into her eyes like this…her big crystal blue eyes…it felt familiar to him. He felt a overwhelming feeling of surrender wash over him He relished in the feeling of weightlessness, of floating into the sea of her crystal blue eyes…Just like he did at the restaurant…

“That’s right, Scott…keep looking into my eyes. Keep looking only into my eyes, Scott. Only into my eyes. My lovely deep blue eyes, Scott. Deep, deep blue. Such a deep, relaxing color…so very deep and relaxing isn’t it? Keep looking Scott. Keep looking into my deep relaxing blue eyes and feel the relaxation spread all over your body. Feel yourself relaxing…more and more now. Feeling that sweet surrender coming over you…sweet surrender…surrendering your mind, body and soul to me as you look deeper and deeper into my eyes. And as you continue looking…looking into my deep, relaxing eye’s you start to feel so sleepy now. You feel so sleepy…so weary…so tired…that you cannot hold your heavy eyelids open anymore. They’re just so heavy it will feel so much better to allow your eyes to close. Allow them to close for me Scott…must close. Too heavy to keep open now and they must close…heavy…must close….must close…close… ”

Scott felt his eyelids start to close. He felt himself slipping under her power but something inside him screamed out to wake up…to not give in to her. Aysha looked a bit surprised as Scott started to force himself back awake…groggily starting to remember where he was. Aysha reached beside her into a duffel bag she had laid on the carpet beside the sofa. She reached in and pulled out a napkin that had already been prepared with chloroform all over it …and before Scott could fully recover Aysha reached down and shoved the napkin over Scott’s face. Aysha smiled as she watched Scott struggle vainly to fight against her but he was already too weakened from her hypnosis attempt and he soon succumbed to sleep. When Aysha was certain that he was asleep, she released him, and then walked across the room to set up her equipment.

She returned to him, then, placing her hands underneath his shoulders, and dragging him across the floor. She set his body down where she wanted it, and she leaned down to the floor, locking his ankles into manacles that were firmly attached to the floor. She lifted up his body, and moved a sturdy, cushioned contraption in front of him, leaning his body over it. The contraption looked like the vault used in gymnastics competitions, and she let his body drape over it, so that his stomach was firmly against it. She sat down on the floor in front of him, using a handcuff to secure both of his wrists to a metallic ring which was affixed to the floor.

Scott awoke and when he realized he was locked up into the contraption he began screaming, waving his arms around, trying to push the vault out from under his body. Aysha just laughed at his attempts to escape.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Scott demanded, his body doubled over the vault-like-device, his ankles and wrists shacked to the floor.  Aysha scanned his face, smiling at the hint of fear he was showing in his eyes. “I already told you what I’m doing, sweetheart. I’m simply going to hypnotize you, turn you into a mindless devoted slave and there’s nothing…nothing you can do about it.”

When she had lifted the bar as far as Scott’s body would allow, stretching his arms and legs taut, she tightened the knob again, so that his body would be held that way.

She stood up, walking around him, menacingly, still wearing only panties and high heels. He wore only boxer shorts. “Not much of a fair fight,” he screamed, his head level with her knees, facing behind him, so that he saw between his legs. He was clearly nervous now, knowing that he was in a position that he had no control over. He realized that he mustn’t give in to her, the last thing he wanted was to go crawling back to his ex.

“This isn’t going to work Aysha, get me off here NOW!” Scott angrily yelled out. Aysha just continued smiling at him and Scott could swear her eyes seemed to be almost twinkling at him…like how looking at a clear blue ocean twinkles reflections of sunlight.

“Sweetie, I can’t do that just yet, you know that. I get paid good money for what I do, and I promise I’ll make this as enjoyable for you as possible. All you have to do is relax yourself and enjoy it. I promise you you will anyway.”

Scott turned his head away from her while struggling against his handcuffs trying still to free himself, to keep his mind occupied from looking at her for too long. Aysha reached out to him and began massaging his cheekbones with her hands.

“Honey, why don’t you stop trying to fight. You’re getting tired anyway, groggy. I’m sure all you want to do is just relax and let me take care of you” Her voice had changed from her self assured cockiness, to a low sexy whisper. Despite Scott’s best efforts to keep his mind occupied, he was starting to respond to her touch. He felt it and he unconsciously found himself staring up at Aysha’s long, smooth legs. He noticed and appreciated the natural, feminine curves of them. Scott had always been a leg man first and foremost, and Aysha’s sleek, seductive legs were the best pair that he had seen in a long time. They looked extremely sexy to him. Scott could imagine himself making love to them, worshipping them. He could see himself pouring whipped cream and licking it slowly off her legs until she was satisfied. Yes, he could even see himself kissing and caressing her legs all night. They were so sleek, so sensuous, so hypnotic…hypnotic…hypnotic.

“Aysha, stop. This isn’t going to work. You can’t hypnotize me.” Scott yelled out at Aysha, who just continued to smile down at him.

“You are going to keep trying to fight aren’t you? All right then hon, I’ll tell you what. Let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll let you walk out of here, and I’ll just tell Joyce I failed. It’ll be a first, I’ll admit, but there’s a first time for everything.”

“And if I lose?” Scott asked.

“Then you would have let me into your mind and soul and you will do anything I ask of you.” Scott didn’t like the ease in which she said the last sentence.

“Rules?”

“Simple, really. Avoid looking at my face. If you can avoid looking at my face, no matter how much I may try to get you to, for 10 minutes, then you’re free to go. That simple.”

“And what if I look up into your face from the start? I lose and I’m stuck here, is that it?”

“Hon, I’ve seen how you just stare into my eyes anyway, almost like you’re lost and you’re looking into my eyes trying to find yourself. You lose yourself in them, you just keep staring into my eye’s… helpless to escape them. I could have you too easily that way. I could make you so lost in my eyes you wouldn’t know how to get out of them. You’d be mine, easily. I thought this way I’d try and give you a chance. Make it more interesting.”

Scott thought for a minute. He had almost given into her on the sofa earlier quite quickly, and it would be hard for him to fight her in the position he was in. She obviously was capable of doing what she claims. She’s certainly has beautiful enough eyes to get lost in. But surely even she couldn’t hypnotize anyone in 10 minutes, Scott reasoned. That’s impossible.

Scott looked up at Aysha, “Fine Aysha. 10 minutes. Let’s go ahead and get it over with please.”

Aysha walked over to a bag she had placed in the corner. Scott could have sworn she seemed to have wiggled her butt a bit more than needed. But he didn’t care. Scott wanted her to. He couldn’t help himself. He was now intently staring at Aysha as reached down into her bag, wiggling her ass in front of Scott. So round and tight, so succulent, Scott found it hard to resist staring at her. He heard himself almost sigh, then he quickly turned and looked away as Aysha turned back to face him, producing a timer out of her duffle bag.

Scott stared down at the floor as Aysha set the timer down beside her, but away from Scott. “10 minutes, Scott. Beginning now. Good luck to you.”

Scott looked around the room at random spots all over the place, avoiding any type of eye contact with Aysha. Aysha stood in her spot directly looking at Scott, but said nothing to him. Scott looked down at the floor, preparing himself to block anything out that Aysha may say, but she continued to say nothing. Scott continued to look at the floor, trying to think about anything to keep his mind focused. How much time has passed now he didn’t know, for Aysha turned the timer away from him. On purpose no doubt. Scott found himself looking up at Aysha’s legs now. They were so very pretty. It wouldn’t hurt just to stare at them a bit, he must only have a minute or two left anyway.

“Do you think I have nice legs, Scott?” Aysha asked.

“What?”

“My legs, what do you think about them? I’m just curious. My boyfriend thinks they’re my best feature”

“They are very nice, Aysha.” Scott said., trying to humor her.

“My boyfriend gets jealous when I show them off though. When we go places, and I wear a short skirt or something, most of the men just out right stare at my legs as I walk by. It’s like they are almost helpless when they see me and my legs walk by. It’s so nice, to know my legs have such power and control over men.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, they really do. Once a man stares at them for a while, he becomes mine. I can almost feel him give himself to me. Could you ever imagine a pair of legs being so dominant, so overpoweringly hypnotic?”

“No, no I guess I couldn’t.”

“And my boyfriend, I have him so whipped now. All I have to do is cross my legs a certain way and he’s on his knees begging to lick and caress them. I must admit they are so very hard to resist. It’s like once you start looking at them, they capture your eyes, magnetically pull you into them and never let you go. Pull you in and never let you go, Scott. It feels so good, to have so much power and control with only my legs…seeing men’s minds become putty to me once I just have them look at my pretty legs. Like you’re doing now.”

“Like…I’m…doing…no…what?”

“What if I told you something. What if I told you that I lied earlier. That I couldn’t really hypnotize anyone with my eyes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. I mean, I may have been able to hypnotize you with my eyes, but it would have taken days and you may have been able to free yourself eventually. But my legs, that’s different. Stare at them for a while and you’re hopelessly mine. I think you better look away from them now if you don’t want to fall into their power.”

“What…why, I’m … I’m fine.”

“You look flushed to me really. But that’s alright, hon. I’ve captured you now anyway. I can feel it. No man has ever really been able to resist them. All it takes is a bit of time. I can practically feel your willpower leaving you. My power molding into you, overpowering you…”

“Molding me?” Scott said. “Yes, it’s true. I can feel your willpower molding itself and bending to the power of me and my legs. Look, you can’t look away now even if you wanted to. You can’t look away from them, they’re too powerful for you, too sensuous to look away from. Their pull is just too much for you, for anyone for that matter.”

“No, I can look away when I want…” “Then prove it, do it now. But you men are so alike, so weak willed. You think you’re so strong and powerful, but it’s my legs that have caught you now, haven’t they?”

Scott kept staring at her legs, not able to find the words to answer her question with. In the background, he dimly heard the sound of a timer going off, but had no idea what it was for.

“Haven’t they? You just can’t look away can you? It’s so hard to take your eyes from them, and even if you wanted to, you just don’t have the strength, my legs have drained the strength from you, your will is mine now, Scott. Don’t you see? You were mine once you looked at my legs. My spell had already overcome you, and once my legs have you, there is no escape. No escape. But you wouldn’t want to escape now would you?”

“No.”

“You’re mine now aren’t you? You belong to the power of my legs don’t you?” “Yes…belong to…legs.”

“That’s right, Scott, keep looking at my legs. Keep looking at them for you can never look away now. You cannot ever look away from them because they are so lovely and erotic. They turn you on so much, don’t they, Scott?”

“Yes!”

“Very good Scott. I’m very proud to see that you were able to admit that. Now relax and continue looking at my legs. Keep focusing on my legs and their beauty. Let them relax you. Let their beauty relax your mind and your soul. Relaxing isn’t it? Just looking at my legs, so beautiful, so lovely, and so relaxing. Relaxing…”

“That’s it, Scott,” Aysha continued. “Relaxing. Just continue to relax and focus on my legs, Scott. On my lovely legs. Nothing in this world matters more to you now than to listen to my voice and focus on my lovely legs. Nothing else matters now. Nothing else matters but my legs and my voice. My legs and my voice are all that matter to you. Nothing else. My legs. My voice. Think of nothing else, let nothing else enter your mind, Scott. All other cares, all other worries, all other thoughts, are floating away, Scott. Floating away now. Floating away…and all that’s left are my legs and my voice. My legs and my voice. Keep watching my legs Scott and notice how relaxed you are starting to feel. The more you stare at them, the more relaxed you become. The more relaxed you become the more you stare at them. Relax. R-e-l-a-x. My legs…relaxing you like nothing else can. You feel so relaxed right now, so calm…no other thoughts but my legs and my voice. My hypnotic, relaxing legs.”

“So relaxing. R-e-l-a-x. Let my legs overcome you…overwhelm you. Relax you. Let my legs and my voice relax you. Your eyelids are starting to feel relaxed too, aren’t they? Yes they are. So relaxed and lazy. So relaxed and lazy. Let your eyelids fall now. Let them fall but keep an image of my legs in your mind. My legs, my powerful…relaxing legs. You can never escape their pull. Just surrender to their power, Scott. Surrender to their power and succumb to the feeling of relaxation. Relax, love, and close your eyes for me. That’s right. Shut them closed for me. And as you feel them close you feel all your will to resist me gone. Gone. That’s right love, don’t fight it. You can’t. My legs already have you. You cannot escape their power. Let your eyes close and surrender to them. Succumb to the feeling of surrender and let all your resistance go. Close your eyes and feel all your resistance flow out of you. Relax Scott. Close your eyes. Let go. Give in to their power. Cannot escape. No resistance. That’s it Scott, let it go. Close them Scott, let it go. Surrender to my legs, give in to my power, give in to the feeling. Let it go…”

Scott felt his eyes close as all he could think about was how beautiful Aysha’s legs truly were. He could find no reason to resist succumbing to their power…he had given in a long time ago. “Come on, Scott. Say it. I want to hear you say it. You belong to me, you belong to Aysha and her lovely legs. Say it, Scott!”

“I belong to you…and your legs.”

“Very good. Very, very good. You have surrendered to my legs. You have surrendered to my voice, and you have succumbed to me. Become mine. But I need you to go deeper Scott. Succumb to me even deeper Scott. I need you to let go even further. Let go and give in to me even deeper. Give in to my will. Let my will mold you…surround you…make you mine in body and soul. You want to be mine, don’t you, Scott? Yes. Yes, you do. You will relax even more when you are truly mine, Scott. When you are mine. And you want this relaxation to continue, don’t you, Scott? Yes…and you are mine now, aren’t you? Yes. I know. My legs own you but now I need you to submit deeper for me. Deeper. My will is surrounding you now. Feel my power molding you. Shaping you, making you mine, and you love this feeling, don’t you? Yes, you do. You love this feeling of deep, deep surrender. Deep, deep submission. Your will is mine and you want that. My legs have complete control over you, complete dominance, and now, I do as well, don’t I, Scott? Yes…you are so deep in submission, so very deep Scott and you love it. I have so much control over you. So much power over you but now there is something that I want you to do for me. You have no resistance to me and my legs now, so you will do all that I ask of you. All that I ask. Listen and obey what I am about to tell you…listen and obey, Scott…”

The next morning Scott found himself lying in bed next to Aysha, with Aysha smiling right beside him. He liked the feel of her skin next to his, and felt a deep longing for her that he never had before, but he knew deep in his heart that he belonged to her, her and to Joyce.

“Morning sleepyhead. Didn’t know when you would wake up. There is something that I need from you right now Scott.” Aysha climbed onto him, straddling him high on his chest.

“You will pleasure me now,” she said. “Do it well, my sweet slave, or suffer my wrath.” She moved forward on him, placing her knees on the mattress to either side of his head. She hooked her bare feet over his arms, holding them firmly against the bed. She knelt with her crotch just above his face, looking down into his eyes. “Now, lick me.”

Aysha lowered herself onto him, resting on his face, covering his mouth, and his nose. She left his eyes exposed, so that she could look down into them, so that he could see her, so that he would remember what she looked like as he considered what she had done to him.

“That’s it. Suck me, sweet love. Put your tongue in me.” As he pleasured her, obediently, Aysha leaned forward, carelessly mashing herself into his face, reaching over to her night stand, picking up the telephone. “Don’t stop,” she said, moaning as she felt him resume. “What I do is not your concern. Your concern is to lick me, sweet slave of mine.”

Aysha dialed a number, and put the phone on his chest, behind her, holding the receiver up to her face. “Yes, Joyce? This is Aysha. Yes, it’s going very well. I think you’re going to love it. Yeah, have total control of him, and he’s ready to serve you. I’ve still got lots of other fun stuff planned for the next couple of day. Actually, he’s right here. Yeah, I’m sitting on his face. He’s sucking me off right now.” Aysha laughed into the phone. “I’ll tell him. Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll be in touch. Bye.”

Aysha hung up the receiver, leaving the phone on Scott’s chest, using him as she wished. She looked down at him, as he continued to lick her. “Joyce sends her regards,” she said, smiling powerfully. “How humiliating that must have been for you, to have me talking to her while I sit on your face, as you pleasure me.” She searched his eyes, seeing his defeat. “And you, not able to do a thing about it. How frustrating,” she said in mock sympathy. “Oh well,” Aysha shrugged. “Now suck me.”

She moaned as he put his tongue deep into her, squealing girlishly as he obediently licked her. She rocked on his face, roughly, and tore at his hair with her fingers as she climaxed. Aysha stayed on his face when she was through, looking down at him, her power absolute.

The next day, Aysha focused on showing Scott, and Joyce as well, just how subservient, just how obedient he had become. She made him bathe her, and dress her. She made him carry her throughout the house. He fed her, and lifted her beverages to her mouth when she asked him to. She sat on him, at all times, on his chest, his back, his lap, his face. When she ate, when she talked on the telephone, when she reviewed the video of their initial night together, she sat on him. And he humbled himself before her, at her command, kissing her feet, licking her butt, sucking her breasts, pleasuring her, his head clamped between her powerful thighs.

The following morning, after he had bathed her, dressed her, fed her breakfast, Aysha told Scott that it was time for him to go. She allowed him to put on his clothes, and walked beside him as he walked to the front door.

She looked down at him, as they stood by the door. “Remember what I told you, my little slave, about Joyce. She will pick you up at your home, and you will obey her wishes for as long as she wants you. You are never to disobey her, and you will always remember the power that I and now she has over you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said quickly, earnestly.

“Good. Now you may go.”

“Yes, Mistress Aysha,” he answered.

Scott stooped to kiss her foot, and she leaned down, kneeling on his back, resting her weight on him as he kissed her foot for several minutes. She stood back up straight, offering her other foot, leaning on his back again as he kissed her foot subserviently. “Thank you, Mistress,” he said.

She opened the door, and he walked out of it. He waited for Aysha to close the door behind him before he stood and walked to his car.

Aysha turned back into her house, and smiled, power rushing over her. “I hope you enjoy this, Joyce, my dear” she said, knowing the tapes were still rolling. “I don’t see how you could not, though, I must confess.You know what he was like, for heaven’s sake, you practically married him, sweetheart. See what I did to him, all by myself, and in only two days? Just relish in the type of man you will now have. Just think about it, Joyce! A man that is completely subservient and obedient, for the rest of your days. His only wish will be to make you happy until you leave him. Well, enjoy him. Do take good care of him, I’d hate to see a slave of mine damaged. That’s all,” Aysha said, shutting off the recorder.