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."
