I am a computer consultant.  My company sent me to a west coast client to work on a project that would keep me there for at least six months.  Why did they send me with just three weeks before the Christmas holidays?  I don’t know.  Well, here I was in the northwest and working at a company with employees not too happy to have a hired contractor at their site.  Well, I wasn’t too keen on being there myself because the timing stunk, but, I go where my company sends me.  After all, that’s what pays the bills, right?       

The manager of the IT department at this company was an attractive woman.  She was also very competent in her job.  She set it up that I report my progress to her every week late Friday afternoons.  In those meetings her questions seemed to wander toward the personal side after the business aspect of the meeting concluded.  I remember talking about not having much of a personal life due to the aspects of my job, going here and there for long periods of time; that both my parents were no longer living and that my sister and I weren’t very good at keeping track of each other. 

Well, the Friday before New Year’s Eve, the IT manager called me into her office around noon since she planned on leaving for the long holiday weekend a little early.  She indicated that she was hosting a New Year’s Eve party at her home and that I was expected to be there.  The tone of her voice indicated to me that there was no option to refuse the invitation.    She also indicated that since there were plenty of rooms in the house, I should bring an extra set of clothes for she planned on some of her guests not leaving after the party for safety reasons.  She also indicated that her company chauffeur would be picking me up at my hotel promptly at 9:00 PM New Year’s Eve. 

When I got back to my room, there was a dry cleaning bag draped over my bed.  The contents of the bag consisted of a silk suit and a note indicating that that was what I was to wear to the party.  That’s good since I really didn’t have anything but the usual dress shirt and tie stuff I was wearing every day at work.  I tried it on and was amazed that it fit me as if it had been tailored to my exact measurements. 

Around 8:00 New Year’s Eve, I showered and got ready to go.  I was waiting in the lobby when the limousine showed up at 9:00 to take me to the party.  The chauffeur opened the door to the back and as I got in, to my surprise, there was the manager waiting for me.  I expected her to be home playing hostess to her party.  She said the party really didn’t get started for another hour or so.  While she bent over me to turn on the car surround sound stereo, I got the first real smell of the essence she was wearing.   It had a very intriguing effect on me.  I felt the need to get another chance to smell that perfume she was wearing.  The spices made my head a little light.  The soft music she had playing was very relaxing.  For several minutes, we just sat in the back of the limo listening to the music as the chauffeur drove us away from the city.  My nervousness was melting away in that big leather sofa seat next to her not knowing that the perfume was having its special effect on my personal protective senses.   

Finally, she turned toward me and asked me if I liked the new ring her niece had given her for Christmas.  It was a red gummy ring with lots of nubs surrounding the ball-like top.  She had placed it on her index finger.  Cute, I thought.  Then, she reached up with her other hand and pushed down on the ring.  Suddenly, the ring came to life.  There were four colored lights flashing like little strobes in my face.  Red, blue, white, and yellow flashed over and over in my face.  She told me to stare at the ring, using that voice of hers that I couldn’t resist responding to.  Softly, she told me to continue to relax; to take in a deep breath of the scented spray she just shot into my face.  I couldn’t look away from that ring in the darkened back seat of the limo.  Her voice continued to tell me to relax and go deeper; to just listen to her voice.  She would take good care of me.  I had nothing to worry about from now on.  I was to let her voice take over all my thinking for me.  I was too tired to think on my own.  There was no need to think for myself as she was there to do the thinking for me.  I let it happen as I sunk deeper and deeper under her control.  I just accepted everything she said without an ounce of struggle.  Why?  She knew.  In those meetings we had, she knew that I had submissive tendencies.  Her questions about my personal life just opened the door for her to walk in and take over.  When my defenses were down, she found out that I wanted to be a hypnotic subject; that I liked the idea of being manipulated through mind control.  She purposely picked late Fridays because that was when I was the most tired and she knew she could get her probing questions answered without my raising any internal alarms.  Obviously, she knew what she was doing.   

What I didn’t know was that there really wasn’t a New Year’s party at her house.  This was her way of getting me to come out to her house and it was going to be a long weekend before I was due back at the office.  Once she knew had she had me to the point where I wouldn’t resist anything she wanted me to do, she produced a set of headphones and what looked like a mixture of goggles and sunglasses.  She told me to place a pair of headphones over my ears and the light shades over my eyes.  The light shades flashed those same red, blue, white and yellow lights keeping my eyes busy.  Even if I closed my eyelids, the colors passed through them so that I continued to see the colors.  The headphones started playing a trance she developed especially for me.  I was no longer a programmer.  I hated programming, I no longer knew how to program.  I always wanted to be a personal assistant and not just for anyone.  I wanted, no needed to work for a dominant woman.  All I wanted to do was live to please; to take her direction and carry it out.  Several trigger phrases were placed in that recording so that with simple commands, I would do exactly what I had been programmed to do. 

When we arrived at her house, I was told to sit down and write my resignation to the company I worked for.  I was instructed to write another note to my sister stating that I had a taken a five job contract job over in India and wouldn’t be back to the states any time soon.  My Mistress, as am now to call Her knew that my sister couldn’t care less.  However, She wanted to make sure Her new boy’s loose ends were tied nicely.