Hello, my name is Jenna. I am a lesbian Mistress who specializes in hypnosis. My friends call me The Spider because of how methodically easy I trap straight girls into my little webs of sexual domination.
Some of you might be asking, "Wouldn't it be easier to be dominant over girls who willingly would serve me without the influence of hypnosis?" And yes it would be, but it would also be extremely boring as well.
Some of you might think this makes me a bad person and maybe it does. But it feels so good to be so bad. I can't tell you how many girls have fallen to their knees in front of me, but I can tell you, I have never ever lost!
I guess it would be a good idea to tell you folks what I look like. I am five feet eight inches tall. I weigh 125 lbs. I have light brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders. and green eyes that can melt any girl within minutes. I tan so my skin is bronze in color. My pussy I have natural 38C tits with nipples that stick out long and hard when I'm aroused or cold. J I bet your thinking that I'm pretty hot huh? As you can tell I have no self confidence issues.
One night, not too long ago, I was hanging out at this lesbian bar downtown. I was dressed in a black diamond studded bra, a denim jacket, a pair of black six inch heels, and a tight pair of leather pants that showed of my cute tight bubbled ass. I really wasn't looking for any fun that night, but that would soon change when she walked in.
She was around five and a half feet tall, she had honey blonde hair, and she had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of tennis shoes, a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She was tan like me and I couldn't really tell, but it looked like her breasts were as big as mine as well.
I don't think she knew that she was in a gay bar, but every woman there whether she was a bull dyke or femme was eye fucking her from the moment she walked in through door. The girl sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. She looked troubled. So troubled I don't think she immediately picked up on the facts that one she was in a lesbian bar and two, she was the center of the attention of the entire room.
But it didn't take that long for her to figure all of that out. And when she did figure that out, you could see the shock, worry, and embarrassment all over her face. Everybody in the bar kind of stopped "eye fucking" her. I think the other girls could tell that this girl was upset about something and now she was embarrassed everyone just left her alone..... Well everyone except me. The Spider had just found a tasty little fly about to be entangled in her web........
I walked up to the bar, sat down beside her and ordered a shot of tequila. I downed the shot and began laying my trap.
"Oh wow! That's a good burn! Oh hello. My name is Jenna?"
She didn't reply.
"Cat got your tongue?"
We both laughed at that comment. It must have broken the ice because she finally responded.
"I'm Mickie. Sorry. I didn't mean to blow you off, I just now figured out where I was....You see I'm... I'm a.... I'm not....."
"A lesbian?"
"No. I just needed a drink and this was the first place I saw. I just really want to finish this beer and get out of here."
"Well you look troubled. Need a friendly shoulder to cry on?"
"Well....."
"Hold on a second. Bartender? Can you make us a couple more tequilas? Trust me Mickie, this will make me feel better."
The bartender brought us our tequila. We drank them.
"God that burns! Wow! Sorry. I've never shot tequila before.
"So what's the problem? Guy problems?"
"Yeah. Found my boyfriend in bed with another woman tonight. Guys are such pieces of trash."
"That's why I never fool with them."
We both laughed again. Her's felt a little more forced and awkward,
"Relax. I'm not hitting on you. Bartender can we get two more tequilas please?"
So she told me all about how she found her boyfriend with another girl. And as she told the story. I kept filling her up with tequila. (I like to use tequila to get my prey drunk. J ) The more she told about her story the more upset she got. She was almost in tears. And this is when The Spider struck.
"Mickie. You need to calm down. Look into my eyes."
"What?"
"Just trust me. You will feel better soon. Now look into my eyes."
"Now just breathe slowly in and out in and out. Don't take your eyes away from my eyes. Just breathe. Let my voice put you at ease."
I repeated myself several times and I could soon tell that she was under my influence. Her eyes were over but they looked so lost. The lights were on but no one was home.
"Mickie? Can you hear me?"
Her voice was so emotionless.
"Yes."
"I'm going to pay our tabs. When I do, I want you to follow me to my car. Then you will give me the directions to your apartment. Understand?"
"Yes."
I had to restrain myself from doing anything to Mickie on the drive to her apartment. Thankfully the drive wasn't too terribly long. When we got to her apartment, I ordered Mickie to take me inside her place. Once we were inside I told her to sit down on her couch. I brought my "special bag" and video camera with me and set it up and turned it on. The games were about to begin.
