Chapter 5
Mistress Felicia fully understood the powers of hypnosis, which was how it came to be every now and again that she had a subservient victim serving her sadistic sexual ways who was a good deal larger and physically stronger than herself.
Such was the case with Christopher, a tremendously handsome and well built man from the business world.
Christopher had been recruited to Mistress Felicia in a slightly different way. He was not out and out abducted, as Betty had been.
Christopher was seduced into the trap, like a fly into the spider's web. The handsome man was in search of a hooker.
The "pimp" Christopher made his deal with turned out to be Mistress Felicia's agent, the black lawyer. Christopher knocked at the foxy bitch's door. Mistress Felicia answered the door wearing a skin-tight leather jump suit.
"Wow," Christopher said.
"You are Christopher?"
"Yes."
"Come in."
"Thanks."
"You are very handsome."
"You are quite beautiful."
"I think we are going to get along just fine," Mistress Felicia saud.
"Let's get down to business. I am here for a blow job."
"Right."
Mistress Felicia thought about hypnotizing him right then and there, but she couldn't resist playing the hooker roll a little bit longer. She took his cash and she knelt before him as he stood right there in the center of her living room, right above the torture chamber where he was soon to be held captive.
"I can see that you are quite tall," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, ma'am," Christopher said.
"How tall?"
"Six four."
"Weight?"
"Two ten."
"All muscle."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Such broad shoulders!"
"Like them?"
"I'll bet that sometimes you have to turn slightly sideways to get through the doorway," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"You have such a large upper torso. I can see that there are thick slabs of muscle across your chest and your back and your shoulders. In spite of the thickness of your upper torso, your waist and your hips are extraordinarily slender. I can see that there is quite a ration between your chest measurement, especially when your chest is expanded, and your waist measurement. I can see that your thighs are very thick. I'll bet that one of your thick muscular thighs is bigger around that my entire waist. You have extraordinarily large hands and feet, and, Christopher, I can tell by the bulge in the crotch of your trousers that the same thing is true of another all-important part of your masculine anatomy-your big fat cock," Mistress Felicia said.
Mistress Felicia reached up and unbuckled the brass buckle to Christopher's black leather belt. The leather nun unbuttoned the single button that held the top of Christopher's trousers together. Then the foxy bitch pulled the zipper to his fly all the way down. Then the buxom dominatrix worked her fingers under the top of his pants. Mistress Felicia pushed her fingers downward until they were under the elastic at the top of his underwear as well.
Mistress Felicia then pulled down the good-looking guy's pants and underwear at the same time. His cock popped out.
BBOOIINNGG!
Mistress Felicia laughed as she saw his dick come popping out of the crotch of his trousers. The leather nun thought that Christopher's fuck looked like some sort of horny jack in the box. Then the foxy bitch gasped as she saw how big that pecker was. It was one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. Since she was pretending to be a regular hooker and not a dominatrix, Mistress Felicia allowed herself to express her admiration for the size of Christopher's tool of masculinity. Her eyes went wide-so wide that her whites were visible all the way around her irises. She could feel her nostrils flaring, and she had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed as she looked at that cock. Mistress Felicia could feel her jaw wanting to drop as she gazed steadily at the handsome fellow's raging phallus.
"Nice cock."
"Thanks."
"So big."
"I am a full-sized man." Christopher said.
"How long is your cock, anyway, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Ten and a half inches long," the good-looking guy exclaimed.
"I see. To tell you the truth, it is not the length of your pecker that really blows me away, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"No, what really blows you away?" Christopher, making it clear that he did not mind at all talking about his own dick.
"I think the thickness of your cock impresses me the most."
"I see."
"That might be the thickest cock I have ever seen," she said. "Really?"
"Yes. You act as if that surprises you," Mistress Felicia said.
"I figured you have been around the block a couple of times and-"
"You figured I had seen more than my share of cocks."
"That's right, something like that," Christopher said.
"I have, but I still think yours is the thickest," Mistress Felicia said.
"Wow," the good-looking guy said.
"I can see that the shaft of your cock is thicker than my wrist," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"I can see that your cock is very close to being as thick as both of my wrists put together," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"I can see that your head is thicket at the head. Your cock head is big and bulbous and blue-black with its thorough engorgement," Mistress Felicia said.
"True."
"The head of your cock resembled a ripe plum," she said. "Oh?"
"Yes. I think it looks like a huge acorn!" Mistress Felicia said.
"The type from which my mighty oak tree grew," Christopher said.
"That's right. I think your cock head is going to burst."
"I have to tell you, it feels the same goddamn way," he said.
"The skin covering your glans is incredibly smooth," she said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel myself getting hotter and hotter," he said.
"I cannot wait to find out if the skin covering your cock head feels as smooth on my tongue as it looks like it will."
"I hope that it will, for your sake. I wouldn't think that a, uhhhhhhh, working girl such as yourself, especially one as beautiful as you, would get into her work so much. I mean, wow, you act as if you really like to suck cock," Christopher said.
"I do like to suck cock. I dig sex, is there anything wrong with that, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said. "Not at all."
"Your cock is standing at attention like a good soldier."
"Uh huh."
"Your cock is bobbing up and down anxiously," she said.
"The tip is snapping toward my tummy," Christopher said.
"Aiming for a spot well above your bellybutton," she said.
"Yes, yes, yes," Christopher concurred wholeheartedly.
"Your cock looks as if it is attached at the base to your loins via a tightly sprung hinge," she said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are so beautiful, your mouth-" he said.
"What about my mouth, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I think that you have a HOT LOOKING mouth," Christopher exclaimed.
"Thank you, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said, sounding genuinely grateful.
"I find that I cannot look at your mouth without thinking how much fun it is going to be to push the head of my cock right up in there," Christopher exclaimed happily.
"Because of the way your cock is bobbing up and down, Christopher, I find myself looking predominantly at the underside of your pecker," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"I can see that the underside of your prick, Christopher, is lined with a plethora of dilated blue veins," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, I have noticed them myself," Christopher said.
"I guess those are the veins that pump the hot blood of your masculine arousal up into the stalk and the head of your massive and mammoth member," Mistress Felicia said. "I guess."
"Those veins are protruding from the otherwise smooth stalk of your cock shaft. They make your cock look angry."
"Yes."
"Gnarled."
"Yes."
"Craggy."
"Yes."
"Your cock certainly looks more like an angry weapon than like a tool of love-making, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"True."
"The funny thing is that there is something about that aspect of your dick's look that greatly pleases me, that makes my mouth water with oral anticipation," Mistress Felicia said.
"Good."
"I can see that those veins running up and down your cock are crisscrossing and making pretty designs, much like the welts on a sex slave's ass after a good whipping."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, I thought-"
"I think that those veins in your cock look just like lines on an erotic road map," Mistress Felicia said. "You are funny."
"I am waxing poetic."
"Yes."
"Should I stop?"
"Go on. I like it."
"Like when girls talk dirty?"
"It turns me on."
"Shit fuck piss."
"More."
"Cunt cock motherfucker cocksucker," Mistress Felicia said.
"Now the head of my cock REALLY feels like it is going to burst," Christopher exclaimed, closing his eyes so tightly that his eyelids were wrinkled and premature crows feet formed at their outer corners, pushing toward Christopher's temples.
Mistress Felicia lowered her eyes and looked at the dangling wrinkled sack that held Christopher's balls.
"Oooooooooh, I am very impressed with your balls, too."
"Honestly."
"Your balls and your cock have something in common, stud."
"What?"
"They are both the largest I have ever seen," the beautiful woman said. "Oh."
"I can see that your nuts are the size of golf balls, ummm."
"Yes."
"But your testicles are not quite round, are they, huh?"
"Nope."
"I think that your nuts are shaped more like eggs I think."
"Yes."
"They look quite swollen. Are your balls swollen, Christopher?"
"Yes."
"They look swollen to maybe TWICE their normal size!"
"Yes."
"I can see how heavily they are resting at your sack's base."
"Ummmmmmmm."
"Your sack looks bloated, as if it were filled to the brim."
"That is the way it feels also, ma'am," Christopher exclaimed.
"Your scrotal sack looks ready to overflow with come," she said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it is already backing up into the base of my cock."
"Your come?"
"Yes."
"Ummmmmmmm, I want to suck that jism right out!" Mistress Felicia said.
The dominatrix bitch ran the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across her fleshy lips to moisten them.
"Oooooooh, I like a mouth that is come-hungry!" he said.
"You have found one, big boy!" Mistress Felicia said.
"I want you to pleasure me now," Christopher said.
"Okay, but first I have to do something with your cock."
"My cock? What do you mean, ma'am?" Christopher said.
"I assume you want me to pleasure your thighs and balls?"
"Of course."
"Your bobbing cock will bounce off of my face," she said.
"You are going to have to figure that one out," he said.
"I will pin your cock to your tummy with my right fingertips."
"Okay."
Mistress Felicia did this. His cock throbbed on her fingertips.
"Now I am going to start at your thighs and work my way up."
"Yessssssss," he said.
Mistress Felicia began to kiss and lick at the insides of Christopher's thighs. She approached his scrotum.
"Ohhhhhhh, the heat-the heat of your mouth!" he exclaimed.
Mistress Felicia moved her mouth so close to Christopher's dangling scrotal sack that he felt her breath.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my balls need to be licked so bad," he said.
Mistress Felicia stuck out her tongue and touched his scrotum.
"Lick my balls, owwwwwww, lick my balls," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth. She licked with the tip alone at first.
"So good!"
Mistress Felicia then licked with the flat part of her tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, it feels so motherfucking good," he said.
Mistress Felicia licked until his sack was covered with spittle. "Suck."
"Your cock?"
"My balls."
"Okay."
"Suck gently."
"Right."
"My balls, my balls are hypersensitive," Christopher said. "I know."
"They are like, they are like eggs in another way," he said. "Yes."
"You must be very careful not to break the shell," he said.
"I will treat your balls like fine china," the beautiful woman said.
Mistress Felicia concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She curled her fleshy lips over her teeth.
The dominatrix bitch did not want to inadvertantly bite his nuts and hurt him. Yes, the gorgeous female knew that there would be PLENTY of time for causing Christopher pain.
Agony.
Later.
She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils.
"You are making the ache grow, so motherfucking bad, ma'am."
Mistress Felicia could feel her nostrils flaring wildly.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel the temperature of my semen growing.
Mistress Felicia wrapped her softened lips around his left nut.
"Yessssssss, yessssssss, that feels so GOOD!" he said.
Mistress Felicia did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have it she wanted to. She was careful with him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so motherfucking good," he said.
Christopher could feel his hips gyrating involuntarily.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww," the handsome man exclaimed.
Mistress Felicia created a subtle vacuum inside her mouth.
"You are making my come boil!" the handsome man yelled loudly.
Mistress Felicia could feel her nostrils flaring anxiously.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my desire is becoming so intense!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, my come is going to BOIL OVER!"
Mistress Felicia licked and sucked at the nut simultaneously.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I cannot keep my ass still," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia pulled her mouth off of Christopher's testicle.
"Do the other nut now! Do the other nut now!" he said.
Mistress Felicia repeated the process with the other ball.
"SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!" the young man hollered.
Mistress Felicia pulled her mouth off his sack for the final time.
"I can feel all of my muscles jerking," Christopher said.
"This would be easier for me if you relaxed," she said.
"I cannot help it. The pleasure is so INTENSE!" he said.
"You sound as if you are falling in love," Mistress Felicia said.
"I think maybe that I am," the young man said with a laugh.
"You sound as if you would do anything for me!" she said.
"I would climb the highest mountain," Christopher said.
"Would you swim the widest river?" Mistress Felicia said. "That too."
"Good."
Mistress Felicia turned her left palm upward and pushed the tips of her fingers under the base of Christopher's dangling scrotal sack.
"You are so hot!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch wiggled her fingers, and she fondled and caressed Christopher's balls in this fashion.
"Your mouth is hot!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then bobbed his nuts up and down on her fleshy fingertips. She did this rather gingerly.
"Your tongue is hot!" Christopher said.
The good-looking man could see that the gorgeous female was bobbing his balls as if seeking to determine their weight.
"Your lips are hot!" Christopher said.
Christopher could tell that Mistress Felicia was finding his balls heavy. She found them extraordinarily heavy.
"I need your mouth!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then opened her hand as far as she could, stretching her palm and parting her long fingers.
"Your mouth!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch found that she had to open her hand like this to clutch his scrotum completely at one time.
"I need it!" Christopher said. Mistress Felicia began to squeeze Christopher's lemon. She squeezed it rhythmically and snugly, in sync with his heartbeat. "More!" Christopher said. In this super-sensuous fashion the beautiful woman was able to simulate the natural throbbing Christopher felt in his balls. "So fucking hot!" Christopher said. Mistress Felicia then once again parted her fleshy lips and allowed her tongue to protrude from her mouth.
"So hot!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia stuck her tongue out as far as she could and placed the pointy tip at the base of his cock.
"So fine!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch touched the place with her tongue where the young man's balls and cock came together.
"So good!" Christopher said.
The woman began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She crossed her eyes and looked down past her straight nose. Mistress Felicia quickly located the longest and thickest vein in the underside of Christopher's cock shaft.
"I am going to explode, ohhhhhhhh," Christopher said.
As she had earlier determined to do, Mistress Felicia allowed this longest and thickest vein all the way to the base of the head.
"I feel so horny, I feel so goddamned horny!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia's tongue came to a fleshy patch just below Christopher's cock head and his whole body jerked.
"I feel so hot, so motherfucking hot," Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch could tell that this was a hypersensitive spot she was licking. She could tell that this was a place where Christopher's nerve-endings were clustered together with an extraordinary density. The dominatrix bitch could tell that there was a chance that this was the most supererogenous spot on Christopher's entire body-and hat a body it was!
"So good," he said.
Mistress Felicia then flicked the tip of her tongue up the underside of Christopher's cock head all the way to the tip of his prick.
"More!"
Mistress Felicia loosened the pressure on the underside of his cock shaft with her right fingertips a little.
"I need more!"
The dominatrix bitch loosened the pressure enough for the young man's cock head to come away from his belly. "More pleasure!"
The good-looking man could see that his glans came away from his rock hard and muscular stomach about an inch.
"More sensation!"
This was far enough, the handsome man rapidly surmised, for the beautiful woman to be able to get at the entire glans with her bold and curious tongue.
"I need you to suck my cock now," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen little lips on either side of Christopher's piss hole-his urethra.
"I need you to take my cock head inside your mouth," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then rolled her tongue rather lazily over the smooth stretched skin that covered his glans.
"I need you to suck at my cock good, now," Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch was pleased to discover that the skin covering his cock head was every bit as smooth on her tingling taste buds, on her sexually aroused tongue, as it had originally looked like it would.
"I need one of those PROFESSIONAL blow jobs," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia did not stop rolling her tongue over the head of Christopher's cock until the entire bulb was wet.
"I want you to earn your money, baby!" Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch made sure that every bit of the young man's blue-black and bulbous cock head was shiny with spittle.
"I want you to give me the BEST come of my life!" Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia then licked up and down the entire length of Christopher's rock-hard cock shaft with her tongue.
"I want you to make the earth move for me," Christopher said.
The dominatrix bitch licked at the stem of the handsome man's pigbone with the coated part of her tired tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I need to be sucked, I need to be sucked," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia licked at the dick until the entire rod was wet and shiny with spit, "Take my cock head in your mouth and suck it," Christopher said.
Mistress Felicia knew that it was time for her to suck.
The woman could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could to take his cock head.
The woman knew that there was a chance she was going to have to open her mouth further than she had ever opened it before.
The woman concentrated all of her attention on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw. She thought about the task before her. Mistress Felicia knew she could do it.
She knew that she could get that cock head in her mouth if she only concentrated hard enough on it. She was positive.
Mistress Felicia worked her lower jaw from side to side to get the kinks out of the hinges. She once again concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils.
Mistress Felicia knew that it was not going to be long before this would be a necessity. After all, the beautiful woman knew, soon her mouth was going to be filled with cock meat.
Mistress Felicia once again curled her fleshy lips over her teeth. She did not want to inadvertantly bite his cock head anymore than she wanted to bite his balls.
Then the woman dropped her jaw and her mouth fell open, gaping open. She could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth stretching taut.
She could feel her jaw dropping so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. She could feel her jaw starting to ache.
Mistress Felicia concentrated on thrusting her personal discomfort into the back of her head. She pushed the pain as far from her stream of consciousness as she could get it so that she would be able to concentrate all of her attention on the pleasure she was administering. They say that inside all sadists lives a masochist, and this be proof of that axiom.
Mistress Felicia then pushed forward with her face and she took the head of Christopher's cock in her mouth. The head of his prick was so thick that the skin at he corners of her mouth stretched even more than they were stretched already-which the beautiful woman would not have thought possible unless eh had felt it for herself. Mistress Felicia did not top-pushing forward with her head until the entire bulbous blue-black head of his cock disappeared inside her oral cavity. Mistress Felicia wrapped her fleshy lips with a desperately intensity around the ring of scar tissue at the top of Christopher's cock haft, just below the lower rim of his dick head. The dominatrix bitch was smart enough to know that this ring of scar tissue came from the operation Christopher had received, no doubt when he was just a little baby, to remove his useless foreskin. Mistress Felicia began to suck. There was nothing cute or subtle about the way Mistress Felicia sucked at Christopher's cock head as there had been a few moments earlier when the beautiful woman sucked at the young man's balls. Mistress Felicia sucked every bit as hard as she could. The dominatrix bitch created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity. She hollowed her cheeks deeply. Mistress Felicia knew that she was not going to have to suck at Christopher's cock for very long to make him come. Mistress Felicia could tell that Christopher was already very close to the point of orgasmic inevitability. Mistress Felicia was still clutching at Christopher's balls with her opened left palm and spread fingers. Mistress Felicia now reached up with her right hand and wrapped those digits around his dick shaft so that her palm was flesh against the root of his stem. She began to pump up and down on his cock shaft with her right hand. Christopher's cock shaft was still all wet and slippery from the spittle Mistress Felicia had spilled upon it a few moments before while licking at his massive and mammoth tool of masculinity. She jerked Christopher's cock off and sucked the young man's dick off at the same time. Just as Mistress Felicia suspected, she did not have to keep this up for very long. She quickly felt his cock harden even more than before. She could feel his dick becoming more urgently erect. She could feel his cock head growing even larger than before, and still the damn thing did not explode, from the internal pressure Christopher was experiehcing down there. As the head of Christopher's cock grew Mistress Felicia could feel her jaw being forced to open even further than before to accommodate its bulk.
He began to come. He screamed like a wolf. He howled at an invisible full moon on the ceiling of Mistress Felicia's living room.
It did not take the beautiful woman long to figure out that Christopher was going to shoot a hell of a lot more seed than she had been anticipating. She could feel her mouth being filled with his jism.
Christopher continued to scream. He was wailing like a wounded beast. How similar the screams of ecstasy and agony were, the beautiful woman remarked to herself silently.
Mistress Felicia had to puff out her cheeks so that she looked like she had the mumps to hold all of the come-but she did it.
She began to swallow very hard and immediately. She found that she loved the flavor of the come. She loved the texture. Mistress Felicia thought that Christopher's jism felt like so many raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her throat toward her tummy.
She could feel a warm spot of contentment forming in her stomach as she sucked the jism out of him.
Mistress Felicia was determined to keep sucking and jerking at his cock with her mouth and her fist until his come was through-and that was precisely what she did.
"Wow, fantastic," he said. "I want to talk to you now, Christopher," Mistress Felicia said.
"Okay, say anything you like," the young man exclaimed.
"I want you to look straight into my eyes now," she said. "No sweat."
"I want you to completely relax," Mistress Felicia said. "Right."
"Take deep breaths."
"Okay."
"You are getting sleepy, sleepy, sleepy, your lids are getting heavy, heavy-"
"I am Mistress Felicia, and must obey me," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said subserviently.
He was a sexual zombie.
"You are going to come downstairs into my torture chamber with me now," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said submissively.
In the torture chamber she ordered him to get naked.
"It would be an honor to undress for you," Christopher said.
Christopher became as naked as the day he was born.
"Oh my, you have too much body hair," Mistress Felicia said.
"I'm sorry that you do not like it," Christopher said.
"I don't like it so much that I am going to get rid of it."
"How, how are you going to get rid of it?" Christopher asked.
"Guess, sex slave," Mistress Felicia said with a smile.
"You re going to shave my entire body?" Christopher questioned. "No."
"Then how?"
"I am going to pour melted wax over your body and then remove the wax-pulling the hair out by the roots."
"Oh my."
"Get up the table, I am going to do your back first, then your belly."
Since he was under her spell he did not need to be bound.
"The hot wax is melting," she said. She waxed him clean, slowly, and he screamed with pain again and again.
Mistress Felicia did not stop hot waxing Christopher until he was completely bald from the beck down.
"Christopher, I want you to reach down between your own legs," Mistress Felicia said in her command voice.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said subserviently.
"I want you too tickle at the base of your balls, Christopher."
"Ummmmmmmm, that feels real good," Christopher said happily.
"Can you feel your balls starting to ache?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"Can you feel the blood pumping into the head of your cock?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"How about the shaft of your pecker?" Mistress Felicia said.
"That too," Christopher said. "Feels good?"
"Very good."
"Take your balls now in your palm and move both nuts at the same time in a slow sensuous circle," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"Ummmmmmmm, I can see that the tip of your big cock is defying gravity," Mistress Felicia said. He was getting a boner.
"Yes."
"Now take the growing, the thickening and hardening, shaft of your cock in your right fist," Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said submissively.
"Give yourself a hard-on." This was quickly done.
"Now I want you to stand before this wooden tee," she said. "Okay."
"Drape your arms over the crossbar," Mistress Felicia said.
"Like I am being crucified, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher said.
"That's right," Mistress Felicia said.
Christopher's arms were bound with rope to the crossbar.
"Now I am pushing this platform between your legs," Mistress Felicia said.
"It JUST fits under my balls, Mistress Felicia," Christopher said.
"You will see that the height is adjustable," Mistress Felicia said.
"Oh yes."
"Do you see what is on the small wooden platform?" Mistress Felicia said.
"It looks like a vise, like the soft of a vise that a man might have on the workbench of his suburban home."
"That's right. I want you to stick your cock in it, Christopher."
"Okay."
"Very good."
"What are you going to do to me, Mistress Felicia?" Christopher asked.
"Haven't you figured that out, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I, I, I have my dreads," Christopher stammered pathetically.
"What are your dreads, sex slave?" Mistress Felicia said.
"I fear that you are now going to tighten the vise."
"You do, do you?" Mistress Felicia said, tilting her head.
"Yes, and I am thinking about how much that would hurt."
"I suppose it would hurt a great deal, huh?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes, it would hurt more than anything I have ever known."
"Do you think it would hurt more than having your entire body waxed, Christopher?" Mistress Felicia said.
"Yes."
"Good."
"Why do you say that?" Christopher asked, with terror in his voice.
"Because I am going to tighten the vise. I am going to tighten it until you are in agony," Mistress Felicia said.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
"You are going to love it."
"Yes."
"You are going to love the pain."
"Yes."
"You are going to love the agony," Mistress Felicia said.
"It is true, true, true," Christopher said. Mistress Felicia was pleased that the hypnosis had taken hold so firmly. Because of post-hypnotic suggestion, the young man now associated agony with sexual desire. The more the beautiful woman hurt Christopher, the more the handsome man was going to love the gorgeous female for it.