Ana was a domme, but not just any domme. Specifically, she was a hypnodomme, a woman skilled at the use of mesmerism in all its many forms to get what she wanted. Money, sex, favors… it was all hers whenever she wanted it as long as the man or woman she set her sights on had even the slightest submissive tendency. From those embers, she could fan a mighty flame of obedience given enough time. And she liked it when it took time, because the payoff was sweetest after a long dance of breaking down the subject’s defenses. And she’d never danced longer than with AndrewS, the man she was meeting for the first time tonight.
Ana had learned early on that all she really needed was to hang out a sign and submissives would come running. And that sign was her website, www.obeymistressana.com. She’d get inquiries from subjects who’d all but enslaved themselves before they ever spoke, but also from men like AndrewS… coy, reaching out to say “hello” as though that was something that would interest her. But, in this case, it did. Because the message he sent made it clear that he only dared imagine in his darkest fantasies that he might someday give in to a woman like Ana. He wanted to touch the flame, to confirm that it was real, but never, ever to get close to it.
Men like AndrewS were Ana’s absolute favorites to ensnare.
So she had written back, and began a long correspondence that soon moved to chat sessions, phone calls and finally Skype. Each time they talked, she could feel him drawn to her but also holding back. He would not come to her without a fight, but the desire to submit was too strong for him to break off contact. Days became weeks, weeks became months, but each time they talked, Ana felt it was more and more clear that he would give in. So she came back for another chat. No dance of submission had ever hooked her quite like this one. She found herself masturbating as she imagined AndrewS staring into her eyes helplessly repeating her favorite word again and again: “Obey… obey… obey…”
Finally, she knew he was ready, ready to receive the personal touch no man or woman could resist… the one that had caused more than one police officer to remove handcuffs with a helpless moan of “Yes, Mistress…”. Ana could be overwhelmingly powerful when she wanted to be, and as AndrewS entered her studio, she could see his eyes grow glassy, his face become just the slightest bit slack just looking at her.
“Hello, Andrew. How do you feel?”
“I… I… what are you doing to me?”
Ana smiled, ready for the kill: “What would you like me to do to you, Andrew?”
His expression changed. His were suddenly the predatory eyes as his lips parted and he began to repeat a single word.
“Obey… obey… obey… obey…”
Ana’s trigger.
Her eyes grew glassy, her face slackened… NO, this wasn’t right, this wasn’t how it goes… yet, she remembered something… something strange… how all those months of talking to AndrewS… all those Skype sessions… she’d never seen his face before.
She had only seen The Spiral.
“Relax, Ana,” he spoke in a soothing voice that echoed in her mind like a chorus of thousands, “relax and let go like a Good Girl.”
She gasped at this second trigger: “I… I am… a Good Girl… I… obey… obey… obey…”
Ana felt herself beginning to undress… it was so hard to tell while her eyes were locked on his. The eyes of her Master…
“How… how did you…?” the words wouldn’t come out.
“I can always tell a closet submissive,” he whispered in her ear as she leaned hard into his touch, “It just takes longer for some girls than others to admit that they’re just a Good Girl… that they want nothing more than to be owned. You want to be owned, Ana. Isn’t that right?”
She closed her eyes as the dominatrix gear fell to the floor and her mind collapsed under the months of programming she only now remembered.
“Yes, Master. I am owned, Master. I hear and I obey.
It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”