Untitled Short Story by an Anonymous Author*

I woke up, regained awareness... whatever you want to call it... in my hotel room. Aware that I was on my knees, nude, arms at my side, back straight and head bowed forward. If I think about it now, there were flashes of memory, walking through the hotel lobby, the elevator, giving Her the key.



Her.



Oh, God, it was happening.



When she'd finally agreed to meet me, a little fantasy, a "what if" scenario that was never going to happen, began building in my mind. Hey, I'm a guy... we have fantasies. I made it through the month leading up to our dinner (in a public place, of course) without telling her about it... I didn't want to scare her, make her think my intentions were anything other than what I said: "I want to meet you... you seem like such a good person, you've given others so much, probably without realizing it, and I wanted the experience of meeting you." And they weren't... I really just wanted to meet this oh-so-talented and sweet lady. Allowing myself a little fantasy on the side doesn't hurt anythi...



...oh, God, I told her about it. As she was dropping me off at the hotel, I'd leaned over for a "it's-been-great-to-finally-meet-you-you're-a-sweetie- good-night" peck on the cheek... and she whispered, "it was nice to meet you, too... now... I need you to sleep for Lady Julia."



I remember hearing it and thinking... "yea, thanks for humoring me..." and smiling at her. At some point my head was on her lap, looking up at her... TELLING HER ABOUT THE FANTASY!!! Shit. Shit... shit... shit!



I know now that as I kneeled there that night, naked in the bedroom, the only reason I remembered what happened was because she wanted me to... to know that she knew, and that I was now experiencing the fantasy. At the time, I was just "there"... aware, knowing my secret was out.



Waiting.



Like I'd been told to.



I didn't lift my head and look around the room, the obvious "normal" reaction... I was told not to, only to listen. But to who? For what? My head was suddenly back in a fog... like it had lifted only long enough for me to put together enough thoughts to figure out She knew about the guilty pleasure I'd allowed myself for the last month month... listening to Her voice on my mp3 player, then letting the fantasy play itself out in my mind, always culminating in incredibly intense, deep breathed, writhing-on-the-bed orgas...



Shit, I'd told Her about those, too.



There was no sound in the fog. I was motionless. Because I was supposed to be. And it was alright... somehow through the fog, the inability to put together more than flashes of thought, I knew everything would be alright... I was told at some point that I was "comfortable." So I was.



"Hmmm... you are sooo very pleasing."



Her. Any muscle in my body that wasn't already rigid snapped into place, creating a man, on his knees, alive like never before, skin tingling, mind locking onto Her voice. The only thing that mattered right now.



"So... I wonder what happens when a fantasy becomes reality?", she said softly. I knew she was above me, seated on the bed. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't look up. I hadn't been told to.



"Judging by the looks of things, reality is just as arousing as your little dreams about me." She giggled. I'd heard it a hundred times before, but now She was in the same room. God, it was so erotic... just a giggle.



The coolness of a drop of pre-cum rolling down my cock brought my attention to the object of her comments. I was rock hard. Throbbing. Aching. I hadn't even realized it, I was so focused on Her voice.



More than hearing Her voice. Obeying Her voice.



"Very aroused and, I'll bet, veeeery obedient.. my my... you're such a good boy."



A deep moan, as my body flexed internally, but externally stayed firm and motionless.



"Mmmmm... that's right. I do so like it when you show me your obedience... and you ARE feeling very obedient, aren't you?"



Yes, ma'am." I don't know if I said it, or just thought it. It didn't matter.



To an observer, nothing was happening in the room. Yet everything was happening so fast. The fog was suddenly clearing again, my senses collapsing into a singular desire. My mind didn't see, hear, smell, think... there was neither time nor need for the formalities of the senses... it simply became a vacumn, needing to be filled. Now, please now... Desire, lust, passion... these words don't come close to describing how I needed Her voice. It was all that mattered. Just for this time.



Just for this time... oh God, please... while there is time... I need Her voice.



To hear Her was to obey. And the more obedient you become, the more pleasure you feel... and the more pleasure you feel, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the more obedient you become.



I didn't think these thoughts. They were just there. They were my mind, my being. And apparently, my body as well.



I needed to hear Her. God, my entire body ached now.



"I want you to stand up, get on the bed, and lie on your back." I remember now there wasn't the anticipation one might expect, being told to crawl onto the bed with one's Mistress. It was a simple command, and I simply obeyed. I did not anticipate.



I am obedient. I obey. So simple. So perfect.



"Yes, ma'am." I did as I was told. My eyes were closed. I had not been told to open them. I laid down on my back, flat on the bed, there were no pillows, not that I cared.



"That was a wonderful little story you told me in the car. I was a little upset about where it might be going at first, but once I heard the ending... well, even a Lady has a mischevious side. Shall we see how it ends now that I'm telling the story?"



Again, a giggle.



"Yes, ma'am." My body, my mind... they were nothing except what She told me they were. And She told me they were Hers. "I" didn't matter... Her voice became my thoughts... I was simply an extension of Her. Her thoughts. Her desires. Her pleasures.



Her.



Every sensory fiber in my body was tensed, focused entirely on Her voice... every breath, every inflection.



Every command.



Another giggle, a little sigh... "mmmm... you know every knob on the control box is at 10, don't you?"



"Yes, ma'am..."



"To be honest, I am very impressed with your obedience.... I have some devoted "fans" for lack of a better word, but I think you are soooo very much where I envision putting a man's mind and body when I make my little trances. So in a nice sort of way, we're about to fulfill both our fantasies.... you are suuuch a goood boy."



Arrrrrrrgh.... I moaned... my vocal cords were silent. My body, my BEING, moaned... and She heard it. She leaned over, Her fingernails, the soft tips of Her fingers brushed across my face, down my neck and across my chest. Somehow I know it happened that way, but all I remember is sheer pleasure. Sheer obedience. They are the same.



She whispered in my ear, "I want you to listen closely..." I felt her breath, and the fog closed back in.



"...and now you understand your place. With me, with yourself, with the world."



Again the fog cleared and the desire, the need to obey, to please... it was all there, even more intense, if that was possible. It wasn't a thought process... it was just there... obey, please, surrender. Not thoughts... Truths.



"Hmmmm... very good. I am so pleased."She was lying next to me now, propped up on one elbow. Clothed? I have no fucking idea. It didn't matter. I was filled with need... I neeeeed... I neeeeddd!!!!!... I neeeee.... what did She tell me.... God, I neeeeeeed...



Her soft lips touched my cheek, and formed a word... then another sensation, as a single red fingernail pressed down on the base of my cock.



"Release."



Her finger pressed down on my cock as it surged beneath Her, semen pumping, spraying, splattering all over me. The depth and intensity of the orgasm was crushing, pounding, demanding, exhausting...



I couldn't have cared less.



I felt what I needed to... every part of my being now centered on my manhood, pumping, driving... driving my will out of my body and into her hand.



Her Hands. I was in Her Hands.



I can only describe the experience, the orgasm, the completeness of surrender, with one word...



Pure.



Pure pleasure, pure mindlessness, pure obedience, pure desire.



Pure thought, pure recognition. Pure understanding.



Pure peace. Pure happiness.



With myself. With the world.



With Lady Julia.



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I think of Her often... of course we've never seen each other again.



If we ever did.



I keep thinking it might have all been a dream... after all, if I can't remember everything, did anything happen? Why am I typing emails to a friend, a woman in Tennessee, that I met somewhere, that whispered something in my ear...? At least I think she did. I did, after all, say this was a fantasy. I don't know what she said, so did She? I mean, did we meet? We did, I think. Fantasy or reality... she whispered something... so that's real, right? It had to be real... it was important.



It was Important.



To Her.



Anyway... that's the story. The phone's ringing... I gotta go. I hardly answer the damn thing anymore... sometimes when I answer, it's... someone... I get off on some long conversation with... someone... and lose an entire afternoon or evening.



It drives me nuts... I'll just pick up the phone... and ... it's a woman.



And She giggles.



That's all I remember.



It's all I need to remember.

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* Lady Julia's note: One of my very sweet friends wrote this short story for me last fall (can't believe I am so far behind with all my online activities that it's taken me til now to publish this). I was thinking about him earlier today and this story drifted into my mind. I'm hoping, good boy that he is, that he still reads my thoughts and that he will feel a degree of excitement to see his words here. You are a good boy, aren't you, J? ;)

Updated - Christmas 2007 Short Story Contest

Announcing my Christmas 2007 Short Story Contest

Interested in winning a free personalized erotic hypnosis MP3? Now's your chance :)

Submit your short story entry to my Christmas 2007 Short Story Contest and you will be registered for a chance to win. Each story submitted will register you for 1 chance. Enter 10 stories - then you'll have 10 chances.

Stories must be femdom related and may or may not include hypnotic content. By submitting a story you are verifying that the work is your own creation and that the story may be published on my website, blog, and/or the Femdom Fantasies website if I choose. Additionally you are giving permission for me to record your story if I choose with the recording to be included on a cd of erotic, hypnotic femdom short stories.

Winner will be chosen by drawing. Deadline to enter - December 23, 2007.

Submit entries to ladyjulia at gmail dot com.

The winner's name and story will be posted on my website the week of December 25th.

FAQ's:

1. Should we label our e-mail entries "short story competition?" - Yes, that would be very helpful.

2. Also is there a word limit? - The only limit is a request to sincerely attempt to tell a story. However long it takes you to tell it is however long it takes.

3. Does it have to be American spelling? - English yes, American spelling no.

4. Is the winning story going to be put up on your blog? - Yes, I will post the winning entry on my blog or somewhere on my website. If I post it elsewhere, I'll link to it from an entry on my blog.

Untitled

Isn't this the sexiest photo you've seen in awhile? It reminds me of a story I started once and never finished. On re-reading it I'm thinking it sounds a bit like a harlequin romance :( Not a good thing. You tell me, should I finish it or toss it and start another? Be honest.

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Sinking down onto my favorite high-backed chair, I closed my eyes, took in several slow, deep breaths and willed myself to relax. I sat for a moment allowing the soft strains of Beethoven's Pathetique to soothe my soul.

As a cloak of peace enveloped me, my eyes opened and surveyed the large, open room. Before me stood several statues of men in various states of dress. Some wore elegant clothing, others were stripped except for their trousers, while still others were wearing nothing at all. Some were holding serving trays, others were kneeling. "What a delicious room", I congratulated myself. "I'm pleased it is finally finished".

As I continued to peruse the contents, I noticed someone kneeling in the shadows at the far end by the window. Initially I mistook him for another statue, but on closer inspection I could see the flesh color of his chest. As my eyes traveled over his body I found myself wondering why he was so far away. To satisfy my curiosity I beckoned him.

He remained still for a moment and then looked around as if to make certain my gesture was meant for him. At my nod he stepped out of the shadows and walked toward me, head held high and his shoulders squared. My heart leaped for a moment as I recognized him. What an attractive man he was. His eyes struck me the most; bright and filled with an emotion I could not yet name.

Soon he was standing before me, head bowed. "Might I kneel for you, my Lady?"

Pleased, I nodded. Normally I am very controlled, but as he slipped down on his knees for me, my breath caught in my throat for just a moment. "Why are you here?"

"For so long I have sought the one woman who could capture my heart and bring me to my knees. I am strong - I do not need to kneel. I choose to kneel for you and to offer everything I am, everything I have, to your service."

I lowered my head a moment in an effort to hide a satisfied smile. For quite some time I'd had my eye on this one. He stood out among the rest and in an effort to make him mine I had deliberately woven a silky web of tender, gentle control around his heart.



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Stretching out my hand to steady myself as I tripped over the debris strewn in the floor of the old, neglected building, I realized I must have been crazy to consider leasing this place . "It will cost a fortune to clean and remodel before I can even begin to bring in the sculptures."

"I know what you're thinking."

Startled, I turned quickly as the sexiest voice I'd ever heard reached my ears.

"Apologies, Ms. Dubois. I did not mean to startle you."

"I didn't realize you were already here, Mr. Smith". I laid my hand in his carefully proffered one, finding myself mildly surprised as he lowered his head and allowed his lips to brush my soft skin. "It's going to be an adventure to stay one step ahead of this one," I thought, all the while well aware that I could.

"But of course my dear lady, I wouldn't wish to have you wandering around an abandoned building alone." His dark eyes twinkled as he saw my approving nod. It would appear that the handsome and formal Mr. Smith was quite sure of himself.

I was intrigued.

"You're quite right in your thinking that this building is in need of a number of repairs. The remodeling and cleaning costs should be well within the number you mentioned in your letter. I've run some figures and will be happy to sit down and discuss them with your financial adviser at his earliest convenience."

"*I* am my financial adviser, Mr. Smith, and I will of course run numbers of my own."

His eyebrows arched in surprise. "Yes, of course, my dear lady, I merely assumed you would delegate that type of work to someone else and..."

"And a beautiful woman could never fit all those big bad numbers inside her dainty little head," came my amused reply.

"Please, please Ms. Dubois, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot!"

Hiding a delighted smile at his discomfort, I thought "He needs to be knocked off-kilter a few times. He's self assured and strong, but it won't take long to show him who is in charge."

Reaching out I gently caressed his cheek and assured him that I for one was standing firmly on both my size six feet.

His sharp intake of breath at my touch and his eyes traveling down my body all the way to my Christmas red pumps revealed his thoughts far better than any words. Shaking his head as if to clear his mind, he stepped farther into the room, ostensibly to turn on the light.

"Yes, that's right, give yourself time to clear your thoughts. Soon you won't be able to," I silently warned him.

(To be continued ?)

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2007 Winter Short Story Contest

Thank you to everyone who contributed to my 2007 Short Story Contest. Everyone who submitted a story was eligible for a drawing for a personalized hypnosis MP3 or a 1:1 non-erotic hypnosis session. Kevin (hypnoamenable) was the winner of this latest contest! You'll find his story below. The other entries have been published on my website. Thanks to all who worked so hard to please the Lady :)


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"No Fat Chicks"
by hypnoamenable

"Sorry", Brad mumbled as he felt his body slam into the chubby redhead entering the door through which he was exiting.

"No problem at all." She flashed a smile. Her eyes glanced at the "no fat chicks" slogan printed in white across his black T-shirt. "I'm not really clumsy," she added. "I was just trying to catch your attention." With a wink of her twinkling green eyes she hurried on into the tavern.

He paused, totally taken aback by the sexiest voice he had ever heard. Pity she was a chubby. He could definitely get lost in a voice like that.

As he stepped up to the curb he paused mid-hail. The cab could wait. Maybe he would just go back inside for a drink and a quick chat. Give the chubby girl a bit of a thrill and absorb a little more of her voice into his mind and then later when he wanked off, he could imagine her voice attached to the amazing body of one of those two dimensional porn sluts featured on www.getmyrocksoffnow.com

Brad was a confirmed bachelor. It wasn't that he was opposed to love or marriage for anyone else. He had never been able to find one woman with all the perfect qualities. Either they weren't pretty enough or they were too chubby like the redhead or they weren't smart enough for someone like him.

He reentered the tavern and glanced around expecting to find her sitting either alone or with a group of other women. To his surprise she was seated at the bar with a handsome buff blonde man on her left and his dark-haired clone on her right.

Initially he thought she must be alone until he saw her smile flash at the blonde and heard a low sexy laugh pass from her lips. "Must be a gay dude. Gay dudes always seem to like being friends with the plump chicks", he thought. "Damn! She's got a great laugh too. Real pity she's a chubby."

He sat at the bar on the right of the dark-haired one and tried to appear as if he wasn't listening. Thanks to the curve of the bar he could see her face and hear her perfectly as she spoke.

"Really Andrea, you must show old James here what I'm saying is true! He doesn't believe that you have the power," blonde-hair urged.

"Thomas I have no special power. You know that."

Damn he was getting a little hard just listening to her talk! He was tempted to close his eyes and imagine her thin but he didn't want to miss anything.

"Come on Andrea. Whisper a few words my way and let's see this power of yours. Thomas swears you can make me do anything."

"Not really James. I can only make you do the things I want you to do. I don't care about anything else." She tossed her head and laughed.

"That I believe my beautiful friend, but I still want to see this "stuff" Thomas speaks of."

Brad leaned forward a little, completely mesmerized by the conversation and that velvet voice.

She continued speaking to James, her voice soothing and melodious. For some reason Brad couldn't take his eyes off her lips.

"It must be getting louder in here", he thought. "I can barely hear what she is saying." He leaned forward a little more and focused harder on her words.

"1, 2, 3, awake now!".

"What?" he thought. "I must have had more to drink than I thought. I think I drifted off. Wait. What was she saying?"

"That's really all there is to it, James. It's quite simple..." As a striking brunette walked up behind James and placed a hand on his shoulder, he turned. Andrea continued, "Whenever you hear the word "hearts", you'll fall madly, completely in love with the next woman you see! When you do, hearts will be breaking around the country knowing that you are off the market!" The foursome laughed.

"Not such a great trick, Andi. You know I'm already in love with this gorgeous doll of mine," James protested.

"She's just being careful, James. She wouldn't do anything to make you fall in love with another woman," Thomas chided. "My sister is way more responsible than that."

"I am responsible but remember they say a hypnotist can't make someone do something unless deep down it is really what they want to do," Andrea assured him.

Sister, Brad recalled with an overwhelming sense of relief. This gorgeous creature wasn't with either man. What a stroke of luck.

Andrea took a sip of her drink and her eyes met his over the rim of her glass. Brad felt his face flush and his cock suddenly got much harder.

"Speak to her!" he ordered himself. "Hurry before she leaves and you lose her."

He spoke up and announced that he had always thought hypnosis was really a lot of bullshit but when he saw it done by the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, a woman with the most incredible voice he'd ever heard, he was convinced it was real.

Andrea smiled and suggested that they find a quieter place to talk.

He flushed brighter because he knew when he stood she'd see the bulge in his trousers and would immediately know that her beauty was driving him over the edge. Before he could voice his objection he was on his feet.

Her eyes wandered from his flushed face, to his "no fat chicks" slogan, down to his crotch, and back up again. Her brother laughed as she did and Brad turned still a brighter shade of red.

She picked up her purse and walked out the door, completely assured he would follow.

Brad hurried after her. He couldn't believe his luck in finally finding the perfect woman.

Andrea's lips curved into a satisfied smile. She'd use him until she was no longer amused and then leave him standing naked in the tavern parking lot. Naked that is except for his "no fat chicks" t-shirt.