This story if purely fictional and is a dream from the mind of a submissive wannabe. Any likenesses of the characters in the story to anyone who reads it are coincidental.
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I was raised as an only child to very good parents who loved me very much. They put me through college where I used my mathematics expertise to produce excellent grades that led me to a career as a Certified Public Accountant. I make about $200,000 a year and live quite comfortably. My net worth is over $8 million since I inherited the estate of my parents, who passed away suddenly about 5 years ago within six months of each other. I still live in the house I grew up in, at least I did until that fateful day when it all changed at the hands of perhaps the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
My life as a CPA was wonderful. I met a lot of nice people for whom I prepared their IRS taxes and I was making a very nice salary, too. My name is John Hart and I am 37 years of age and a millionaire. I am independent and I date often and if the right woman ever comes along I would be open to marriage. I stay in shape by jogging and going to the gym three times a week.
With my position as CPA I meet a lot of nice people who are appreciative that I know the tax laws so well. I have dated several of my clients, all women, and I am straight as an arrow sexually. I love women and I adore a woman with knockout legs.
Three years ago a beautiful young woman named Rachel Stone called my office and told me she was looking for someone to not only do her taxes but also manage her estate. I told her I would be happy to do so and set up an appointment for her to come to the office and go over her papers. She arrived right on time the next Tuesday and my secretary showed her to my office.
When she entered I stood up from my desk to greet her and I was stunned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was wearing a trim pantsuit and a nice hat that covered most of her curly blonde hair. Her voice was quite sultry and I felt myself getting hard almost immediately. She sat down opposite me and crossed her legs, which I could only imagine how pretty they were.
We talked about her finances and I took many notes, and listening to her voice was an extreme turn on. When we were finished taking her vital statistics she rose to leave but then looked back at me to ask me a question, which I figured would be about the finances. But she surprised me.
"Mr. Hart, I have a big house to manage, which I can do on my own, but I also have a very nice lawn that I need someone to maintain. Can you refer me to anyone?" she asked.
When I stood up to address her I realized that she was slightly taller than my 5'9" frame. She probably stood about 6 feet. And what a gorgeous face!
"Ms. Stone," I began, but she interrupted me and told me to call her Rachel.
"Rachel, as a matter of fact I know just the person if you don't mind me saying. I enjoy working in my yard myself and if you would like I will gladly help you with yours."
"But you seem busy with your job," she replied. "How will you ever be able to fit it in?"
"It will be no problem. It relaxes me after this brain work I must do."
"Wonderful! You have my address so shall you come over this Saturday, around 10, to check out the job?"
"Ten o'clock Saturday morning it will be. I'll see you then."
At that Rachel left the office and I couldn't help myself from looking at her beautifully shaped rear end. I thought to myself that she might be a good dating partner for me.
The rest of the week flew by and before I knew it I was knocking on Rachel's front door. She opened the door and greeted me wearing the shortest of sun dresses revealing a beautiful pair of bare legs. I couldn't help but gawk at them and she smiled when she saw me do that. Wow, I thought to myself, how I would really enjoy those thighs wrapped around my neck! The best way to describe them is that her legs reminded me of the lovely legs Britney Spears has, only longer.
Rachel escorted me to the living room and had me sit down opposite her. She crossed her legs as she began to explain my job. I couldn't believe the loveliest legs I had ever seen looked even sexier! I knew right then that I had to have them, and later I found out that I would but not the way I planned.
After explaining what all she wanted me to do with her property we left the house as she showed me around the grounds. The work she needed done was not too difficult and I found myself thinking that instead of Rachel paying me for my efforts all she needed to do is wrap those beautiful gams around my neck for awhile. Of course that would come later.
It was getting close to lunchtime by the time we discussed all the intricacies involving the lawn work. Rachel invited me to stay and I happily agreed. She suggested that we eat in the living room where there was a small table and a couple chairs. Rachel of course sat across from me as we sat down to eat. It was casual dining and I sat on a cushioned chair while she sat on the sofa. As we ate and chatted Rachel continuously crossed and uncrossed her lovely legs and of course I couldn't help myself as I kept ogling them.
After about twenty minutes of eating and talking she surprisingly asked me if I like what I see. She had a smile on her pretty face so I knew that she wasn't bothered. She obviously noticed the bulge in my shorts.
I answered her question by saying, "Yes, I do like the view. You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen. How do you keep them so lovely?"
"Oh, I work out and I don't have to shave them because I was blessed with hairless thighs. They're kind of hypnotic, aren't they?"
Little did I realize how I was going to find out that thought first hand.
Work went by so slowly the next week I could hardly stand it. I was very anxious for Saturday when I would begin working at Rachel's house doing yard work. Finally Saturday arrived and I went to her house. I enjoyed seeing her so much I could hardly wait to get there.
Rachel greeted me at the door as she usually did and let me in. She was wearing the shortest of shorts, which I believe were called hot pants back in the day, and which didn't leave much for the imagination with those lovely legs. This time, however, something was different. I couldn't tell at first but then I realized her legs seemed to glisten more than before. She offered me the tea and I said thank you and we sat down at the small table in the living room.
I couldn't keep my eyes off that woman's legs and before too long I began to feel a bit woozy. There was something about her that day that I can't explain but I felt her taking over my mind. I wanted no parts of that no matter how beautiful Rachel was but when I got up to leave she said softly, "Stay in your chair, John." And I obeyed. It felt as if she had tied me up and I could hardly move. And all the while I couldn't take my eyes off her legs.
"John," she said, "I don't know why but I have the ability to hypnotize someone just by them staring at my legs. I've only done it a few times and you make the fourth person I have now have under my power, two other men and one woman, and you will get to meet them before too long after I train you to be obedient to me."
"Train me?" I asked.
"Yes, my dear slave, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"Well, I'm not staying here any longer."
"Yes you will. I am now your owner and you will learn to do as I say. I needed someone to take care of the outside of my property and you happily volunteered. Thank you," she said matter-of-factly, and I was beginning to feel that all she was saying was true and that I had now become her slave.
"You see, John, I am a lesbian and I am used to having my way. I always choose unattached people so there's little reason for anyone to come looking for them. That's how I captured Jose and Oliver. Neither of them have any family and they both fell into the beautiful legs trap. Now both of them are here to stay and they do things for me. So because I am a lesbian I have no sexual attraction to men other than to tease them with my gorgeous gams and capture them to do my bidding."
"But you said there is a woman?"
"Yes, there is, and her name is Cheryl, who I met when she came here selling magazines. I wasn't interested in them but I sure was in her. She was straight as an arrow until she, too, was captivated by my lovely legs. Once she had her mind changed to love women, namely me, she became my lover. She simply adores licking my pussy and actually has become very good at it."
"Rachel, please let me go," I pleaded. "I'll just be on my way and I will forget any of this ever happened."
"John," she calmly replied, "I'm not concerned about that. You're not going to forget any of this. I want you to remember it all to keep reminding yourself that I now own you and that you live to please me."
"But Rachel..."
"Now I want you to be silent. I also want you to meet Cheryl." As she summoned her lesbian lover I realized that she made me mute just by saying it.
Cheryl quickly entered the room and I was stunned. She was nearly as gorgeous as her mistress and was also wearing hot pants. She was about 5' 6" tall and her white shorts were quite a contrast to her smooth, perfectly tanned legs.
"Yes, Mistress Rachel. You called for me?" she asked timidly.
"Yes I did, Cheryl. This is your new fellow servant, John, and I would like you to show him how well you do when I allow you to lick my lovely pussy."
"Yes, Mistress Rachel. I will gladly do as you wish." And at once Cheryl crawled over to Rachel, who had then lifted up her feet and placed them on the seat, displaying the backs of her perfect legs. Cheryl grasped Rachel's shorts and gently removed them and Rachel opened her legs to give her servant easy access to her honeypot.
Cheryl slowly lowered her head to between her captor's legs, placed her hands on Rachel's thighs, and began licking. She must have been doing a fine job because in practically no time Rachel opened her legs wider, laid her head back on the back of the sofa, and began moaning. It was at that time that I felt there was an opening to get myself out of this situation.
I quickly arose from my chair and began to rush to try to overtake the beauty who had everyone at her mercy. Rachel saw me coming out of the corner of her eyes and loudly said, "Stop!" It was like I was in a cement casing as I could not move an inch. Cheryl kept licking and Rachel kept enjoying until she finally reached a glorious climax and came all over Cheryl's face.
She lovingly ordered Cheryl to lick up all her bodily excretions and after she was finished, she looked Rachel in the eyes and said, "Thank you, Mistress."
Rachel didn't even put her shorts back on and looked at me as I still was locked in the position when she told me to stop.
"That wasn't very smart of you, John," she said to me. "Now sit back down."
"I'm very sorry, Mistress Rachel. Please forgive me," I timidly said.
"For being so unthoughtful while I was enjoying myself so immensely you will be locked in a cage for one week where you can think about what you just did."
"Please don't do that. I promise it will never happen again."
