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Here's a little story for adults only.
You can post this freely wherever you wish, (please do), but you can't 
sell it.
I'm looking to meet this woman, by the way.  Won't you have her email me?
 - Water@c2.org

 ------------------

At the Banquet

by Water@c2.org

I settled in to my seat at the banquet, and had a look 
around.  My girlfriend was sitting in the chair next to 
me, so that when she was looking to her left at the 
head table, I was directly behind her and out of her 
field of vision.  The people at the front table were 
talking among themselves in small groups, getting ready 
for the speeches to begin.  The wait staff was moving 
among the crowd, filling water glasses and getting 
ready to bring out the salads to begin the meal.  We 
would have our dinners as the speeches were presented.

When I noticed her, it kind of sent a shock through my 
system, she was so sexy.  She was filling a water glass 
three tables over from me.  She was a tall Black woman, 
with a very full figure.  I know that I stared at her, 
and my eyes went wide, as I drank in her beauty, her 
perfect body, and her confident movements.  I suppose 
most guys would have considered her overweight, but to 
me she was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen.  I 
am much more turned on by a woman with a full, firm 
figure than a skinny woman.  Hell, to most guys that 
are White, as I am, I suppose she would just look like 
another heavyset Black woman, and they wouldn't give 
her another thought.  But to me, she was perfection 
itself, a gorgeous goddess that radiated a powerful 
sexuality that I couldn't look away from.

I spent the next several minutes trying to watch her 
whenever I could, without my girlfriend noticing.  Very 
soon, she noticed me watching her, and she returned my 
long stare with one of her own.  It turned me on even 
more.  She didn't look away, or pretend to act shy, 
like so many women will when a stranger is looking at 
them.  She gave me a look that seemed to say "Yes, I 
know you wanted me from the moment you saw me, I expect 
that."  From then on, she seemed to look my way 
whenever she could.  She seemed to notice right away 
that I was with someone, and that I was trying to not 
let my girlfriend see it, when I looked her way.  I 
smiled at her once, and she seemed to discreetly return 
my smile.

By now the main course of the meal was being served, 
and she walked in and out of the room several times as 
she began to help serve the dishes.  It was a big 
crowd, almost 3,000 of us in the convention center, and 
I couldn't always find her in the crowd when I looked 
around.  The next thing that I knew, she was serving 
the food to the people at our table, just five people 
away from me.  She was over past my girlfriend, so I 
could stare at her as much as I wanted, and still seem 
like I was just looking at the people giving their 
talks at the front of the room.  She was working her 
way closer to me as she served the food.  My heart 
raced and my mouth was dry.  I began to try to think of 
some way that I could talk to her for a moment, without 
my girlfriend being aware.  She left the room for a 
moment, and when she returned, she walked to our table 
again.  Suddenly she was standing right behind me, and 
I had to stop myself from turning around to see her.  

Her coworker began speaking to her, and then they began 
to have the kind of quiet but heated argument that 
people have when they are angry at each other, but 
trying not to let it show while customers are watching 
them work.  I listened in.  It seemed that her coworker 
was giving her hell, for having started serving the 
wrong table.  The coworker really started bitching at 
her, and she began arguing back, saying that this was 
her area.  They were both almost right behind me.  I 
imagined that the coworker was in fact supposed to be 
serving this area, but that my goddess had switched 
areas so that she could come over closer to me.  
Hearing my dream woman fighting with the other woman 
only turned me on more.  As she told her coworker to 
get out of her face and go serve some other area, I 
imagined that it was me that she was giving orders to, 
and it made me weak with desire.

They stopped the fighting for a while, and she began to 
serve the food to the people around me.  She was 
wearing a light brown waitress's outfit, with a medium 
length skirt and a top that showed just a little 
cleavage of her perfect, very full breasts.  Finally, 
she served my food.  She leaned across me in the tight 
quarters of the banquet table, and those breasts were 
practically in my face.  It was all I could do to not 
moan out loud with desire for her.  I looked up at her 
as she set the plate down, and she caught my eye.  She 
seemed to know everything I was thinking.  She smiled 
briefly, and her full, firm hip brushed against mine.  
I wanted to drop to my knees right then in front of 
her, and tell her so many things.  I would tell her 
that it was I that should be serving her, and I that 
should be wearing an outfit like that for her, to 
plainly show that I knew that it was my place to serve 
her.  

The next thing I knew, she was gone, serving the food 
to other people down the table.  I looked around me to 
see if anyone had noticed the way I had been staring at 
her with such uncontrollable lust.  I was shaking and 
wasn't sure if I could have spoken, had I needed to.  
After a moment I excused myself from the table, and 
walked off to the side of the crowd, supposedly to go 
to the men's room.  I stood at the edge of the hall, 
and looked out over the tables.  I was over at the 
corner of the room, where the staff would all walk by 
on their way to and from the kitchen area.  There was a 
hallway there that was only partially visible from the 
convention hall floor, and I stood there and scanned 
the crowd for her, also keeping my eye on the kitchen 
door.  I didn't know what I would say to her, but I was 
hoping to catch her for a moment there, where I wasn't 
sitting right next to my girlfriend.  But then I 
realized that if she did walk by me, they were all 
really busy trying to get all of the food out, and she 
wouldn't really be able to talk for long, if at all.  I 
decided to write her a note and then hand it to her if 
I got a chance.

I walked off and found paper and a pen.  I stood next 
to the pay phones, and wrote out the following.  I had 
to tear up the first one, since my hands were still 
shaking so much I could barely write.

-----------------
Hi.  I wanted to tell you that I think you must be 
the sexiest woman I have ever seen.  As you can 
tell, I am here with someone, so I appreciate it 
very much that you were discreet, when you noticed 
that I was staring at you.  I would tell you so 
many things in this note if I could, but my 
handwriting is terrible because my hands are 
shaking so much, from being near you.  So I will 
make this short.  

I will do whatever you ask me to.  I mean it.  If 
it is possible in any way for me to talk to you 
again, or spend time near you again, I will do 
anything to make that happen.  Won't you please 
consider this?  I think I could make myself very 
useful to you.

Here is my phone number.  You can call any time.

Water
-----------------

Now all I had to do is find a way to get the note to 
her, without my girlfriend, or the two or three other 
people that I knew in the crowd, seeing me do it.  I 
knew it would be best to get the note to her somewhere 
away from the crowd, because I had no idea how she 
would react when she read it.  Hell, she could laugh at 
me in that same powerful, mocking voice she used with 
the other woman, then walk over to my girlfriend and 
hand her the note, saying something like "Do you know 
that your boyfriend gives messages like this to strange 
women when you are out with him?"

I waited near the kitchen door for a while, but she 
didn't walk by.  Everyone was finishing up the meals, 
and I had to get back to my table, or my girlfriend 
would get upset and suspicious.  I got back and sat 
down, and continued to look around for her.

The meal was over now, and the staff was clearing away 
the dishes.  I held the note in my hand, folded up into 
a square.  I had written "Please read in private" on 
the outside of the note.  Soon I saw her again, 
collecting up the dishes.  She came over near me, and 
set up the cart for the tableware almost right behind 
me.  As she went back and forth gathering the dishes, 
she would repeatedly walk right behind me.  It was 
driving me crazy, being so close to this woman that I 
desired so much, and to not be able to stare at her the 
way I wanted.  As she worked behind me, she kept 
bumping into me and brushing against me.  Each time she 
did, it sent a wave of excitement and need for her 
through my body.  Once, when she was standing right 
behind me, I leaned back into her and felt her body 
against mine, and I gave a big sigh of pleasure.  A few 
times she bumped me with the trays or dishes, as she 
worked behind me.  Once or twice it was even hard 
enough to really hurt.  It was as if she already knew 
that I was someone who would gladly accept any abuse or 
torment from her, and only wish for more.

As she worked, and I sat there with my heart racing and 
my cock as hard as it could be, I tried to figure out 
how to hand her the note.  At one point I stood up 
while she was behind me, and I tried to find a way to 
place the note on her cart in a way that she would see 
me do it.  I had to shuffle sideways right by her, but 
I couldn't offer her the note, because I thought that 
my girlfriend might be watching.  She must have felt my 
stiff cock as I brushed up against her perfect ass.  I 
took a short walk as an excuse for getting up out of my 
chair.  I tried to catch her eye as I stood a few 
tables away from where she was, and it seemed that she 
understood me when she looked my way and I held up the 
note, as if to say I wanted to give it to her.  Then, I 
walked back to my chair, and as I passed her cart, I 
put the note there next to a stack of dishes.  But as I 
glanced at her over the next few minutes, I could tell 
that she hadn't noticed the paper.  It was driving me 
crazy.  I started to worry that someone else was going 
to see the note, as it really was right out in plain 
view, so after a while I got up and picked the note 
back up off the cart.  

Since she was cleaning up the area in general, I 
decided to drop the note on the ground somewhere, and 
let her see me do it, so she could pick it up when she 
had the chance.  I did drop it, and she seemed to see 
me do it.  But over the next few minutes, she walked by 
it several times, but never picked it up.  I got up and 
walked over near the kitchen door again, and after a 
moment she walked by.  I spoke up to her as she passed 
me.

"Hi, could I talk to you for a second?", I asked.  She 
said sure, and stopped in front of me.  "I have 
something I wanted to tell you, but I am a little 
nervous about it, so I wrote it down on a slip of 
paper.  I put it on the cart where you are collecting 
dishes, but you didn't see it, and now it is on the 
floor next to the cart.  Would you look at it for me 
please?"  I felt stupid and clumsy in front of her 
beauty.  I wasn't speaking clearly and was practically 
stammering.

"What does it say?" she asked.  "Why don't you just 
tell me now?"  Her tone was a little bit demanding, 
just as if she knew that her being a demanding and 
controlling person was exactly what I was hoping for.

I was too nervous, and when I glanced over at where my 
girlfriend should have been sitting, I couldn't see her 
through the crowd, so I started to worry that maybe she 
was up walking around looking for me.  "Just look at 
the note, okay, please?"  I said, and I walked off 
quickly.

I walk back towards my seat, but I notice that the 
note is gone from where it had been.  My girlfriend 
isn't at the table, so I pick up a pen and wrote out 
another copy of the note.  I walk back towards the 
kitchen one more time, and I see her again.  I have the 
note in my hand, and she is right there in front of me, 
but my girlfriend walks up to say hi to me!  The woman 
asks me where the note is, and I mumble something 
stupid like "well there isn't one"--I don't even 
remember what I said.  I was totally panicked.  My 
girlfriend and I walk away, as I am screaming in 
frustration inside, but trying to act normal.  My 
girlfriend asked me about what that woman wanted, and I 
lied to her—I told her that I had overheard her arguing 
with her coworker about something, and I was telling 
the woman that I would back up her side of the story, 
if her coworker tries to get her in trouble with their 
boss, as she had threatened.  I thought that was pretty 
quick thinking, and I was relieved that I was able to 
come up with it, but I still had not gotten the note to 
her, and now it was time to leave.  My girlfriend and I 
left the hall together.  I drove her back to our hotel 
room, and then I made an excuse to leave for a while.  
I said that I thought I had left something back at the 
convention hall.

I drove back to the hall as fast as I could, and began 
looking around for her.  But the place was pretty much 
completely cleaned up, and almost no-one was around.  I 
was crushed when I found the first note still under a 
table, where someone must have kicked it, but I was 
also a little relieved.  I felt like I wasn't in 
control of any of my actions, but was instead under her 
power and control, and I was beginning to feel 
exhausted from being so sexually turned on for so long.  
I did manage to find someone who told me the name of 
the company that was providing the wait staff for the 
event, and then I had to get back to the hotel.

From that day on, my fantasies about her were constant.  
My girlfriend and I were going through a difficult 
time, so we weren't making love very much.  Soon after 
that, we broke up, in a big argument that was all about 
trivial things, an argument that didn't even once 
mention what the real problem was, and what was really 
bothering me.  I had asked her any number of times if 
she would at least try to consider learning to be 
dominant when we made love sometimes, and she just 
couldn't bring herself to even try it.  When it comes 
down to it, in looking back I think now that she was 
just a wimpy woman, that wanted a man to tell her what 
to do all the time.  She just couldn't handle it when I 
asked her if she could be the one in charge for short 
periods of time.  

I thought about my mystery woman many times every day.  
I didn't even know her name.  Often I would work late 
on my computer, then go off to my bed late at night, 
and I would lie there and think about her.  If I laid 
on my back, my constant hard-on would hold up the sheet 
in the air, and beacon for me to touch myself and think 
of her.  If I tried to ignore it and turn over on to my 
stomach, my cock would stay so hard it would seem to 
hold my whole body off the mattress.  It would stay 
like that until I finally gave in.  I would get out of 
bed, and stand there for a moment.  I would imagine 
that she was there, and that she was staring at me as I 
stood naked in front of her.  I would touch my nipples 
for a moment, then give in completely to the power that 
she had over me, and begin stroking myself frantically.  
I had never before experienced any orgasms like the 
ones I had as I fantasized about her.

After two days, I could not help myself and I called up 
the company that had done the catering at the event.  I 
managed to get someone on the line who had been at that 
particular event, and then I began describing the 
woman.  Eventually I made it clear which woman I wanted 
to get in touch with, and the person on the phone said 
that they would give a message to her for me.  They 
said her name was Sherri.

My pager rang the next day, and I called in to check my 
messages.  Her voice was confident and sexy on the 
recording.  "Hello Water.  I'm glad you finally found a 
way to give me your number.  I'm looking forward to 
speaking with you and finding out what was in that note 
that you had such a problem giving to me."  Her tone of 
voice was almost mocking, as if she was already 
laughing at me for being so weak and under her spell. 
She left her phone number at the end of the message.

I didn't call her right away.  I could barely think.  I 
was scared, turned on, weak, ecstatic, and a hundred 
other emotions, all at one time.  For quite a while I 
just sat and looked at the phone number, and a few 
times I called my pager line back and listened to her 
message again.

Finally I picked up the phone and called.  She answered 
with a simple "Hello".  I said "Hello, this is Water".  
There was a short pause, and then we began a short, 
quiet, intense conversation.  It balanced there on our 
voices in the strangest way.  I answered some questions 
she had for me, about my life and work, and we found 
out that we lived pretty close to each other.  She 
asked me what had been in the note, and I spoke it back 
for her, as best as I could remember.  She took it 
calmly and in stride, as if this is what she had been 
expecting. I told her how sexy I found her, and how 
much I wanted her, and that I am a submissive, and that 
I wanted to serve her.

Almost as if she wanted to make me work for the chance 
to get to know her, she began to say something like "I 
don't know, this is all maybe too weird for me".  It 
was like she was teasing me, telling me to give her 
more, faster, or I would lose my chance to speak with 
her again.  After we had talked a little longer, she 
seemed to suddenly make up her mind, and she asked told 
me to write up a detailed letter that explained all my 
thoughts and fantasies, and to mail it to her.  When 
she said "I want you to send me" the letter, instead of 
_asking_ me if I would be willing to send her the 
letter, I practically came in my pants right then.  I 
had been living for that moment.  I told her that I 
would do that, but then I asked her if she had an email 
address that I could send it to instead.  She said that 
would be even better, and she gave it to me.  She asked 
me about my computer skills, and when I told her I had 
been in the field for many years, and know a lot about 
PCs and Macs, she seemed pleased, but she didn't tell 
me why.

Saying that she had to take care of some business, she 
ended the phone call, by saying that she would be 
waiting for my email.  I hung up and began working on 
it right away.  It took me only about 2 hours, as all 
my desires and needs came pouring out into the 
keyboard.  I sent it off and went and stroked myself 
until I came again.

-----------------
Dear Sherri,
Thank you so much for calling me.  As I said I 
would, I am sending you this email that should 
explain everything that has been going through my 
mind since I saw you at the banquet.

As I said, I am what is known as a male who is 
submissive to women.  It means that I get intense 
pleasure from taking orders from, and being 
controlled by, a woman who is strong, confident, 
and controlling. I have been like this ever since 
I can remember.  I have had some relationships in 
the past where I let the woman know these desires 
of mine, but it has never really worked out, for 
various reasons.  Some women just seem to think 
that it is too weird.  (Or, more likely, they 
think that other people would think they were too 
weird, if someone were to find out that they 
played such games.  Personally, I am not someone 
who worries too much about what other people think 
of me.)  Sometimes, of course, the woman and I 
just weren't right for each other for reasons 
other than our sex lives.  And sometimes a woman 
tries being dominant for the first time, and she 
finds that it is too scary for her, to be in 
control of a sexual situation.  In the past men 
were almost always in control of the how, when, 
where and everything else of lovemaking, and that 
is still mostly true today, so it is a pretty new 
thing for most women.

Here are some of the benefits that you would 
receive, if you found my offer an pleasing one, 
and accepted me as your servant and toy.  

You would have in me a devoted servant, who was 
available to you at all times, to follow your 
commands.  I would not talk back to you, and I 
would do as you instructed always.  I would keep 
your apartment clean, including the vacuuming, 
cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, and I would do 
your laundry for you.  I would always be a good 
listener.

I would make an good personal servant also, I 
believe.  I would always be ready and willing to 
rub your back, feet, or neck, or try to please you 
in any other way you desired—whatever you ordered 
me to touch, rub, lick, caress, or kiss, I would 
do instantly, and I would do it tirelessly for as 
long as you desired.  You could have me bathe you, 
paint your toenails, literally whatever you could 
imagine a complete servant ought to do for his 
goddess.

If you were not in the mood to have attention paid 
to your body, you could of course provide orders 
to me as to what I should do with mine.  You could 
order me to dance for you, to work out and so then 
develop a better and stronger body to serve you 
with, and whatever else your imagination could 
come up with.

Most dominant women know that although a slave may 
stay a slave when it is being ignored, there are 
some simple things that a woman can do, which are 
not unpleasant for the woman, which make the slave 
more and more happy to be her slave every day.  In 
a way, it is kind of a deal that is worked out.  
You can have the things I have listed above, and 
more, almost whatever you can imagine, and what 
you offer in exchange is to excite me.  And the 
kind of things that would excite me are the 
following:

 - Demand 100 % obedience from me.
 - Tell me "You have no choice but to obey me".
 - Order me to wear clothes that make me weaker 
and more turned on, such as women's panties, the 
more feminine and silky the better, or a maid's 
uniform, or dresses, or anything feminine and 
demeaning for a man to wear.  Whatever else you 
think will help me remember that you are the boss 
and I am just a slut there to obey you.  Often 
dominant women will have their slaves wear women's 
panties under their regular clothes when they go 
to work each day, as a reminder of who they belong 
to, and to rub against their slave's cock all day 
and drive them crazy with lust.

I hope this email contains what you wanted to 
hear.  I hope I have pleased you by getting in 
touch with you this way.  I will be waiting very 
anxiously to hear from you, and dreaming of you at 
night as I wait for your next instructions.

Yours (hopefully),

Water
-----------------

She called me the next day.  She started the moment I 
said hello.

"I won't let this be a game," she began.  "If you just 
want to play games, you had better find a way to leave 
me now, because I won't allow it.  But I don't think 
you are capable of escaping from me, even now.  And 
believe me, my control over you is going to increase 
every day.  Let me tell you some of the ways I will 
make you more completely my obedient slave."

"I am going to make outrageous demands of you, often 
ones that make you even more helpless to resist me, and 
you will do what I tell you to, and it will turn you 
on. "

"You are a stupid man, Water.  Say that out loud, now."

"I am a stupid man", I said.

"That's right", she continued.  "You are a stupid man, 
and you are controlled by your cock.  But I control 
your cock, so that means that I control you.  Here are 
my first commands for that cock of mine.  I want it 
hard all the time.  I want it to ache for me.  I want 
it swollen, stiff, and pushing against your clothes, 
all day every day.  I want it to constantly be wishing 
for my touch, or my gaze, or my abuse.  When I am near 
you, I will slap it, bind it up tightly in ropes, wrap 
it in pink silk panties—whatever pleases me.  When you 
are not near me, it will wish for these things, and it 
will show its desire for this by hardness.

You awakened this desire in me.  I have always been a 
woman with a high sex drive, but it has never been like 
it is now.  That is the most stupid thing that you have 
ever done.  Now, my pussy is wet constantly, thinking 
about having you as my sex slave and servant.  You 
could say that I don't have any choice in this matter 
any more, just like you do not.  My pussy is wet and 
aching for pleasure and licking, and the desire to see 
you working for me.  It wants to see you vacuuming my 
house, and cleaning my bathroom, and doing my laundry.  
The idea of having these things turns me on so much, 
and makes my pussy so wet, that I have to have it.  And 
you are going to give it to me, because I know how to 
make you give it to me now, whether you want to or not.

You are never going to come again without my 
permission. I give you these commands now, and you are 
never to forget them, and you will never be able to 
escape from their spell.  The first is as I just said—
from now on you will no longer be able to have an 
orgasm without my permission.  If your are by yourself 
and you try to get some relief from that cock of mine, 
that will be constantly and uncontrollably hard every 
moment of each and every day, you will of course be 
able to touch yourself.  But you will find that you 
just cannot reach a climax.  You will simply stroke and 
stroke yourself, over and over, for hours if you care 
to try, but you will not come.  Sometimes you will be 
unable to stop trying, and you will slide your hand up 
and down your cock until you can't stand it any more, 
and finally you will give in, and you will call me.  
You will admit to me that you have been disobedient and 
have been touching yourself.  You will beg me for 
permission to come.  Sometimes I will give it to you, 
and sometimes I will not, but I will always let you 
know that you will be punished for touching yourself 
without permission, and you will indeed receive that 
punishment, and it will be harsh.

"Your second command is to remember my phone number for 
the rest of your life.  Say it for me now: (415) 555-
0928."  I repeated the number to her.  "That's a good 
little slut.  If you try to escape from me, here is 
what you will find.  You could throw away my phone 
number, where ever you have it written down.  You could 
stay away from me, and try to forget that you know 
where my house is located.  But that phone number will 
never leave you.  It will always be there at the top of 
your mind.  You will always know that all you have to 
do is pick up any phone, and dial that number, which 
you can't forget, and I will take care of everything 
from there, including the punishment that you would 
receive for trying to escape from me.

Now that we understand each other, I'm going to let you 
know a few things you are going to do for me.  I might 
be taking a chance on scaring you away by telling you 
what I am going to say, but I don't think so.  I think 
you are going to be my slave, no matter you would like 
to happen, and you have absolutely no choice in the 
matter.

I'm going to control your orgasms and your cum, because 
it is mine to do with as I please, and because if I 
keep you constantly full of cum, it will make you more 
easy to control.  Sometimes I am going to tie a little 
bag, made from a pair of pink silk panties, around your 
cock and balls, for you to wear while you are away from 
me. It will have a little hole in the end, that will 
allow you to pee through it, but it won't be big enough 
for your cock to get fully hard, and you won't be able 
to get your hand in there to touch yourself.  You will 
be able to untie the bag yourself, if you need to in an 
emergency, but if you do, you won't be able to hide it 
from me, because the knot that I close it with will be 
sealed with sealing wax and my own seal.  You might 
think that it is worth it once to untie that silk bag 
and masturbate, but you won't do it again once you see 
the punishment that you receive for doing it.

I am going to photograph you in all kinds of extremely 
embarrassing situations and clothing, including the 
cute little French maids outfit that I have already 
picked out for you.  I am going to keep those 
photographs in a safe place, and if you ever really try 
to disobey me or escape from my power, you will see 
those photos mailed to places and people that you won't 
believe.  I will have videotape of you also; videos of 
you cleaning, and dancing, and servicing me in all 
sorts of ways.  The kind of video that porno companies 
love to sell and make good money from, especially when 
the tape is sent to them with all the right releases 
signed and notarized.  Oh yes, you will sign the 
releases, and they will be stored in the same secret 
place that the photos and videotape will be stored.  
Oh, and there is one more thing I just may do, if I 
come to think that something as extreme as this might 
be necessary to keep you in line.  I have a friend who 
has a daughter that has been in quite a bit of trouble 
with the law.  She is only 15, but already she has been 
busted a couple of times for prostitution and all kinds 
of things.  So, she is obviously no stranger to sex, 
but as I think you know, the law doesn't care about 
that.  No matter what the girl has been up to in the 
past, still, if there is a video or pictures of an 
adult man having sex with that underage girl, that 
video could get that man in quite a lot of trouble.  
And don't think I wouldn't be able to get you to slide 
yourself into this very sexy, hot girl, and even turn 
your head and smile for the camera.  I know you 
already, and how easy you are to control, especially 
when you are super-turned on and just about to come.  
One day I would get you into that state, then ask her 
to lay down on my bed and spread her legs, and I would 
simply command you over and over, (maybe while whipping 
your white ass a little), to lay down and kiss her 
once.  I know that hard cock that I own would just slip 
right inside her, and when I commanded you to fuck her 
now, and do it hard, you would have no choice.  You 
would cum for me, so that I could have ultimate control 
over you.  You see, my greed for control of you really 
has no limits.  You're mine, and I intend to make sure 
you understand it.

I was glad to hear that you have the computer 
experience that you do.  I have a job during that day 
where I could use an assistant like you, especially one 
that would do the things you will do when I close my 
office door.  The full truth of our relationship we 
will keep secret from the rest of the company, as long 
as you stay in line.  Of course, if you were to make a 
big enough mistake anywhere, you might find a very 
interesting picture of yourself posted on the office 
bulletin board by some anonymous person.  You had 
better get your resume together in the next two days, 
because I will want you to start very soon.  It won't 
be the best money you have ever made in your life, but 
between this new job and the little extra that you 
might earn through providing household maid service to 
some friends of mine, I think you will be able to get 
by.  You might not be able to afford an apartment, 
though.  If so, you let me know, and I will think about 
whether you can sleep on the floor at the foot of my 
bed.  You would look so cute there, curled up in your 
little maid's uniform, ready to jump into action at my 
every command.

Even with all of this control over you, I know that you 
will at times be disobedient.  I know this because I 
know you have a need to be punished sometimes.  And I 
will do so, and very well.  You will be beaten 
sometimes, sometimes quite severely.  I may share you 
with friends.  I will often remind you to try harder by 
keeping you bound and gagged for long periods of time.  
And each time that I do let you have an orgasm, which 
will be rare, I will always order you to lick up your 
own cum for me.  Yes, I will many ways to give you the 
punishments you deserve and need.

Finally, I am going to let you know that I am quite an 
accomplished hypnotist.  When I have you in that very 
receptive state of mind, where nothing else in your 
world matters except for obeying and pleasing me, I 
will often take those moments to place commands deep 
inside your mind.  Commands that you will not be able 
to escape from.  I will put into your mind code words 
that I can speak at any time, and each word will have a 
different effect on you.  One will make your cock 
instantly hard, no matter where you are or what you are 
doing.  Another will make your nipples suddenly hard 
and ultra-sensitive.  Yet another will cause you to 
fall to your knees in front of whatever woman you 
happen to be near, and ask that woman how you can serve 
her.  Yes, I am capable of all this and much, much 
more.  You will see very soon.

I met her three days later.  I was a complete wreck by 
that time.  She knew what she was doing, making me wait 
that long.  My cock had been hard almost every minute 
for those three days, and I had barely slept at all.  
She opened the door to her home, and stepped back and 
smiled. She crooked her finger at me, drawing me 
inside, and I went to her.  It was even worse than I 
had imagined, and even better.

The end

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Note from the author:
Actually, I got back to the banquet, and everyone was gone.  I was never 
able to reach the catering company on the phone.  
If you know of a Black woman like the one described here that lives near 
the Washington DC area, who you think might consider allowing me to offer 
myself to her, won't you please forward this story to her, or my email 
address?  Thank you, reader.
 - Water@c2.org

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