"Wow! Charlie exclaims as he bolts up right in his bed. His body, he notices is drenched in perspiration. He shakes his head a few times just to knock the cobwebs away. "OK, it was just a dream," he says out loud. He feels a stir under the sheets next to him and remembers that he is not alone.
He swings his legs off the bed and stumble his way to the bathroom. Where he tries to be mindful not to wake anyone else in the house. Charlie is just your average suburban husband, with a wife and a few kids. A job that he hates, but he has to go back to come Monday, so he can pay for his mortgage. He has sandy blond hair and green eyes. He’s just starting with a bulge around his waist. Not doing to bad for a guy turning 39 in six weeks. Charlie relieves himself first, before going to the sink. Charlie finds that he is perplexed by the realism of his dream. He splash water on his face before returning to his bed.
He lays back on the mattress, but sleep would not return. Over and over in his head he see this strong powerful looking woman hovering over him. He starts to think about the dream. He sees everything as if he is looking through his own eyes, and not a third person point of view. Charlie can feel a slight pull on his neck. Looking forward, he sees what looks like a shiny chain leading its way to a handle held by a black gloved hand. The gloves follows an arm to just below the shoulder.
Next Charlie notices the tight choker that encircling the bronzed tanned neck in which it is attached to. Then just a little higher is the vision of a goddess. Beauty is usually dictated by the number ten. Well this woman broke that chart. How does one describe perfection. She has long flowing red hair. Penetrating blue eyes, that Charlie swears can see straight into his soul.
The goddess's makeup if flawless. Her lips are enhancing her mesmerizing smile with lipstick matching her hair. Her eyeliner helps to make her commanding blue eyes sparkle and glimmer like sheets of ice. Oh and those cheekbones. Charlie never thought a cheekbone would ever turn him on. But whatever this angel did, it's working for him.
Charlie admires her full form next. He believes she's at least four inches taller than his five foot nine height. At the moment Charlie can't remember the textbook ideal measurement for a woman. But this lady has it beat by a country mile.
Her body is enhanced by this form fitting black latex outfit. That has a plunging neckline that reveals just enough cleavage to be a tease. The sleeve comes within an inch of her gloves, showing just a hint of her tanned arm. Her waist is adorned with at a large belt with a bright shiny buckle that would rival any rodeo cowboys belt. Then came her legs. Oh! Those legs.
For as long as he could remember Charlie has been turned on by women legs and the hemline of the skirt that cover them. Charlie could look at a dozen boobs and an equal amount of butts and only get mildly aroused. But to see a woman with a skirt that's riding about mid thigh, showing most of her leg, but has just enough material to keep the prize hidden beneath it teasingly out of sight.
But Charlie is denied a look at this goddess's exquisite legs. They are obstructed by her thigh high boots. Just like her gloves the boot comes within 2 inches of the hem of the form enhancing skirt of her outfit.
"You didn't think you were getting away from me that easily did you, slave?" The vixen ask him. "Like it or not, slave, you belong to me," she declares followed with a boisterous laugh. "Just wait until you find out what I have in store for you," she tease and again with the same laugh, she makes Charlie pulses race.
"I am going to strip you naked and put my collar around your neck," the sexy voice from the goddess tells him. "Your wrists and ankles will be adorned with my cuffs, and your nipple will proudly have my jewelry clamped to them. Oh! and your ass is going to eagerly receive my huge strap..."
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz Charlie opens his eyes suddenly to the wail of his alarm clock. Although it is Saturday morning, he has plans with some buddies that's forcing him to get out of bed. Again he has to give his head a shake, that dream is lingering in it.
Charlie heads to the bathroom again, but this time it's to get ready for his day. As he stands at the mirror staring at himself, trying to make up his mind whether to shave or not. He hears a voice behind him, "you didn't think you could get away from me that easily did you, Slave?"
Charlie turns quickly towards the direction of the voice. But no one is there. So he turns back to face the mirror, only to leave out a huge yelp. There in the mirror right over his shoulder stands the goddess from his dream. Again he rapidly turns to face her only to be greeted by a blank wall. So Charlie turns back to the mirror and see the goddess yet again.
"There's no use struggling honey. You already belong to me, Slave," she informs Charlie and gives him a devilish grin in the process. "Don't you remember agreeing to become my slave, you must of continued listening to me. I'm here, so, you must of kept listening to me, pet," the enchanting voice from the image over his shoulder informs him.
"What the hell!" Charlie exclaims as he ponder what is going on. He only had three beers last night, so he couldn't be drunk. He didn't eat anything extravagant, so his food couldn't be causing his visions either. So what the hell did he do to cause himself to conjure up images of a goodness.
"Naa! It couldn't be," he says to himself. "But it makes sense though," he comments next. Charlie thinks about the night before last. He occupied some of his time listing to erotic hypnosis online. It’s not his first time listening to these kind of files. In fact Charlie rather enjoys listening to them. He finds the stories relaxing and fun to listen too.
But as to something happening to him by listening to hypnosis files, that he didn't buy into. "Silly imagination," Charlie dismisses the image in the mirror with a wave of his hand, and gets on with the rest of his day. Which went off without a hitch. That is until...
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