Transfixed By Toochi

"Tell me, Baby, have you ever been hypnotized before?"

Lee could not answer. All he could do was stand there and gape like a moron. It wasn't his fault. No one could be expected to form coherent thought let alone speak when ambushed by a woman as sexy as her.

This encounter was not how Lee saw his night going. It was just another in a long line of nights that just sorta happened. It was like he was living a rerun. He was reliving the same nights he had been since taking this job as a pizza boy back in high school. No, this was worse than being stuck in a rerun, he decided. This was like his show had been cancelled and no one had bothered to tell him.

It was with that cheery thought he made his last delivery of the night to a private party in the backyard of 1211 Primrose Path. It surprised him that anyone here had ordered one of Mama Maglione's greasy little pies. Primrose Path was one of the wealthier enclaves in the city. It wasn't

the

richest but it didn't sink to the lows of upper middle class either. Though as he opened the unlocked back gate, as instructed, he saw not all the guests were all that fancy and well to do. The stoned college kids just a few years younger than himself were a prime example. They waved him over frantically, as if he couldn't guess by looking at them that they were his customers for the evening.

Feeling like a sore thumb in his uniform he decided not to stick around to sightsee any before leaving. The stoners had gathered around and blocked the path he had come in on so he had to find another way out. He was almost there and passing by a small huddle of gawking and chattering people when one of them asked him the question that snapped him out of his rerun haze.

"Tell me, Baby, have you ever been hypnotized before?"

Lee was sure she had spoken to someone else with that unplaceable but truly exotic and erotic accent. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned around to see what a woman with that voice could possibly look like. What met his eyes was far more than he could have ever possibly imagined. Her skin was a glorious shade of golden brown from her mixture of Middle Eastern and Cuban parentage. She stood there in her open-toed heels, lime green painted toes on full display, looking at him expectantly.

"I..."

Her breasts, a healthy 36E, forced their way out of her sequined blue cross strapped dress. The nipples were covered in sparkly white crystal shaped pasties. Her full lips were in a crooked little smile as her intense brown eyes bore into mine. She gave her long wavy brown hair a playful flip as she chuckled at my expression.

"Well?"

"I... have I what?"

She laughed again, stroking my face with her press on nails that matched the shade on her toes.

"Have you ever been hypnotized before?"

"N...no, I haven't."

"Would you like to be?"

"I don't...understand..."

She gave him a warm smile before kissing him on the cheek.

"My name's Toochi, Baby, what's yours?"

"Lee."

"Cute name for a cute boy. Well Lee, I am a hypnotist. I go up on stage and perform. I'm rather good at it if I do say so myself."

"I'm sure."

"Well, these men and women here don't believe what I do is real. They think it's all just an act. Can you believe that?"

"Um, no?"

"Well, I intend to prove them wrong. Can you help me do that, Lee?"

"I..."

"I'll make it worth your while."

"I don't think..."

She leaned in and gave him a playful little kiss on the mouth, sucking his lower lip a second before pulling away.

"So? Will you do it?"

Lee nodded dumbly.

"That's my good boy."

She took his hand and led him into the middle of the small crowd.

"Before we begin why don't we introduce you to this fine crowd here. Tell everyone your name."

"Lee."

"What do you do for a living, Lee?"

"I deliver pizza."

"Have we ever met before, Lee?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'd remember."

"Such a little charmer you are."

Standing behind me now, she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"My, you are very tense. A bit of stage fright mayhaps? Don't worry, Baby, Toochi will help you relax."

She began to knead and massage his shoulders. He moaned a little.

"That's it. Just close your eyes and let my magic fingers do all the work."

There were people all around, looking at him. He couldn't do that. Could he? Well... he

was

tired after a long shift. Her hands

did

feel good on his shoulders. Just a few seconds couldn't hurt. He felt his eyes close rather than will them to do so.

"Feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh."

"Feels so soothing, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh."

"Feels so relaxing, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh."

He could feel something change about the encounter. He didn't know what it was but he felt it.

"Did you have a bad day at work, Baby?"

"Uh huh."

"Long? Boring?"

"Uh huh."

"Poor thing. You must have been asleep on your feet coming here tonight."

"I was."

"Your poor widdle mind all muddled, ready for sleep but forced to stay awake. Isn't that right?"

"That's right."

"Open your eyes."

He did so, only to find hers covering his field of vision. He felt her grab his head and slam his mouth onto his for a long probing kiss. Her thumbs pinched his nose shut, cutting off all his air. It was too much. The shock of her seeing her eyes so close, the lack of oxygen, he was getting so lightheaded, so weak. When she let go, he fell to his knees in front of her, his eyes were level with her breasts. Her pasties sparkled in a strange light. Had he had a clearer head he would have seen she was shining her phone's flashlight onto them. Alas, he was not and could barely think at all.

Little rainbows seemed to shoot from the pasties' prisms. As they combined with the small bursts of light from the flashlight's beam Lee found it harder and harder to focus on anything that was going on. He wanted to close his eyes so badly but couldn't bring himself to do it. He had to find something to latch onto.

"Lee? Can you hear me?"

That voice. Yes, he could focus on that voice. That would help.

"Yes?"

"You're a little overwhelmed right now, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You need a little help, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then listen to Toochi. Let me help you. Can you do that? Can you trust your Toochi completely?"

"Yes."

"That's my good boy. Let's get rid of some of the clutter in that cute little head of yours. Why don't you just look at

one

of my big ol' boobies? Put all your focus on the right one here. There, isn't that better?"

"It is."

"Isn't my pasty beautiful?"

"It is."

"See how the lights dance off it. See how it shines. See the rainbows it produces."

"I see it."

"Let it fill your eye. There is nothing else but my pastie. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Say 'Yes Toochi', understand?"

"Yes Toochi."

"That's my good boy."

"Focus on the jewel in the middle. It's covering my nipple. I think it might be a little see-through. Is it? Can you see it?"

"No, Toochi."

"Are you sure? Look as close as you can. Put your whole being into it. Your muddled thoughts are getting in the way. Put all your thoughts into the gem. Pour them out, so that you may see the truth."

"Yes, Toochi."

"That's it. Feel your mind empty. With every passing second more and more of your mind leaves you. It makes you feel so light, so free. Your mind gets emptier, emptier, emptier... you feel your mind fading away. Your thoughts are going... going... gone. Your mind is empty now. Your mind is nice and empty for your Toochi to fill. Isn't that right, Lee?"

"Yes, Toochi."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"No, you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No, you're two and you've lost your mommy."

"I have?"

"Yes, but you'll find her when I tell you to relax for me. Until then you will awaken, Little Boy, and look for your mother."

Lee blinked twice. His eyes widened.

"Mommy?"

He looked around, frightened. Where was his mommy? Wasn't she just there with him.

"Mommy! Mommy where are you?!"

He began sucking on his thumb. Toochi took his hand.

"Let's find your Mommy."

She led him to a woman in the crowd.

"Are you, my Mommy?" he asked.

"No, I'm not sweetie."

She led him to another woman.

"Are you my Mommy?"

"Not me."

She led him to two or three more but none were his mommy.

"Mommy, where are you?!"

"Relax for your Toochi and slip back into your mindless state, back to Lee."

He did just that.

"What is your job?"

"I'm a pizza boy."

"No, you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No, you're a secret service agent."

"I'm a secret service agent."

"Who am I?"

"Toochi."

"No, I'm not."

"You're not?"

"No, I'm Mrs. Robinson, the First Lady of the United States."

"You're the First Lady. Mrs. Robinson."

"It's your job to protect me at all costs."

"I protect you."

"That's right. From when I snap until you hear me say 'Relax for Toochi', then you'll return to the state you're in now. Understand?"

"Yes."

She snapped her fingers. Where was the rest of his team, damn it! How was he supposed to keep FLOTUS safe in a crowd like this all on his own. He reached for his gun. Where was his gun? Fucking hell, what was going on here?! He pressed his back against FLOTUS, serving as a human shield.

"Don't worry, Ma'am, I've got you."

She wrapped her arms around me and began fondling my chest.

"Oh, don't worry. I always feel so safe when you're around."

"Mrs. Robinson!" he shouted, pulling away. "What are you doing!?"

"Oh, no need to pretend," she said, advancing on him like a lioness. "My husband's not here."

She placed one arm around his neck to hold him in place while using the other to probe his chest again. Despite himself he felt himself get hard from her touch.

"In fact, he's never here. He only has time for his precious 'free world'. A woman has needs and he's been neglecting mine. I know you won't. you're too good a man to do that to me aren't you?"

"I...I..."

He tried to back away, but she just wouldn't let him. He was trapped. She pulled him even closer.

"How about just one little kiss. It won't hurt anything. He won't ever have to know."

"Mrs. Robinson, please, I..."

His words were cut off by her tongue jumping into his mouth. The kiss was intense, powerful. He felt weak at the knees. Her other hand left his chest and held his head in place. Her thumbs pressed against his nose, cutting off his air. He couldn't breathe. This was all just too much for him. Finally, she broke away and let him drop to his knees.

"Relax for Toochi."

Instantly, Lee returned to his mindless state.

"Who are you?"

"Lee."

"Wrong."

"I'm not Lee?"

"You don't have a name. You don't have a past. You have no identity of your own. You are simply my adoring little slave."

"I have no name. I have no past. I have no identity. I am your slave."

"Who am I?"

"Toochi."

"Wrong. I am your Mistress. That is all you need to know about me."

"You are my Mistress."

"That's my good boy. When I snap you will awaken as my slave until I tell you to relax again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She snapped. Lee fell to his knees.

"How may I serve you, Mistress."

"Kiss my toes, Slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

He bent down and began kissing her toes through her sandals. For the first time he could make out the people around them laughing at him. It didn't bother him though. Nothing mattered to him save for his mistress.

"You missed a spot."

"My apologies, Mistress."

"You know the punishment. Bend over."

"Yes, Mistress."

He bent over, ass firmly up in the air. Toochi pulled her hand back and gave said ass a good swat. He yelped but did not move. She repeated the process a few times.

"Relax for your Toochi, Baby."

Lee fell back into his dream like state.

"This time when I snap you will fully awaken, with no memories of being hypnotized or what you did while you were under."

She leaned down and whispered with a voice dripping with lust right into his ear.

"The next time I tap my pastie and tell you to relax for me you fall back into this state instantly. You will obey my every command until I wake you up. Nod if you understand."

Lee nodded. Toochi snapped her fingers.

Lee left the pizza place, yet another boring shift behind him. The sun had long ago set. He swore he could feel his boss glaring at him through the window. He knew the man wasn't but still. It had been a week since he'd blacked out at that party where that strange and beautiful woman had tried to hypnotize him. Part of him wished it had worked. It would have made his life a little more interesting. Instead, he was hours late bringing the company car back. He wasn't going to live it down anytime soon.

He was about to climb into his car in the employee parking lot when a bright red Camaro whipped in, blocking him in.

"Hey!" he shouted at the unseen driver. The windows were tinted. "You can't park here!"

The driver's door opened and that woman from the party stepped out. Tonight, she wore nothing but her sparkling pasties and a sparkling white thong. Her nails were still that stunning shade of lime green.

"What the fuck?"

She opened the passenger's side door before turning to him. She marched up to him.

"C...can I help you?"

She grabbed his head with both hands and placed her thumbs against his nose, closing it off.

"Hey!"

He thrashed around, trying to push her off. She yanked him to her and shoved her tongue down his throat. The kiss felt like it went on for eternity as the lack of oxygen took effect. As soon as she finally let go, she tapped her pastie.

"Relax for your Toochi."

With that Lee was gone. In his place was a helpless, obedient little slave.

"In."

He climbed into the passenger seat and buckled himself in. She climbed into the driver's seat and sped off. He would serve his new mistress until she granted him his freedom one day. That was one fate anyone transfixed by Toochi would never be granted.