“I told you that you can’t come over tonight, I’ve got to see my fianc�e!” said Jeremy to Fiona, his little something on the side.

“Why do you prefer that little blonde tramp to me?” Fiona whined. Jeremy rolled his eyes heavenward.

“I don’t prefer that little blond tramp over you. You’re my favorite tramp and you know it.”

“Flatterer.” She interjected.

“You know me too well” he admitted. “Nonetheless I don’t prefer her to you. I just prefer her Daddy’s money to you.”

“You shallow, empty hearted, egotistical prick!” Actually the string of insults didn’t stop there, but those were all he paid attention to. While she continued he plucked his eyebrows in the mirror. As he plucked he looked over his reflection, wavy blond hair, thin (now) eyebrows, small nose (nosehair trimmed), slightly pouty lips, good chin and just barely visible a graceful neck. He congratulated himself on having the foresight to be born good looking since he’d seen how much trouble guys who weren’t went through.

He figured it was time to resume paying attention.

“Overly good looking asshole!” Fiona concluded.

“Baby, you know I love you” he told her, his tone cajoling. “I’d much rather be spending time with you, and when I get my hands on her daddy’s money we’ll be taking ‘business’ vacations to the Cayman islands just you and me. So what’s one little night?”

“You’re right, Jeremy. I’m sorry I’m acting like a jealous bitch. Have a good time tonight. Bye.” She hung up. Jeremy continued to hold the phone against his ear, a puzzled expression on his face. Was that contrition or sarcasm he had heard in her voice. And why did that parting sound so ominous?

‘Have a good time tonight.’ That was a normal thing to say right. To a guy going out with another girl... Somehow he’d have been more comfortable if she had told him to drop dead or something reassuring like that...

Seven fifteen. Okay she was coming over around seven thirty. Finished showering seven oclock, final touches on dinner seven ten. Everything staying warm in the oven, champagne breathing; good to go. Then a knock on the door. It’s unlike her to be early he thought as he answered the door. It wasn’t her, well not his fianc�e Jennifer anyway. It was Fiona looking drop dead gorgeous (as usual) in a slinky black cocktail dress (which was not) that had a d�colletage that almost went down to her belly button.

“Hi Jeremy” she said in a very low and throaty tone. “Hope you don’t mind me coming over unexpected.”

“Fiona” he said “you have to get out of here.” She ignored him, twirling locks of her fiery red hair around her finger. “Fiona pay attention please, I have a fianc�e and I can’t be caught with you here.” His admonition had not the slightest effect on her. She just paced around the room looking at the d�cor while his gaze was drawn to her lovely backside as it did it’s best to burst forth from the confines of her dress. The stilleto heels of her black spaghetti strap shoes enhanced the roll and sway of her walk.

“Forget about her” she said looking over her shoulder at him. “Think about me instead, I’m much more interesting.” Then she turned her head to look at a painting while his eyes dropped once more to stare at the long graceful legs curving upward to that beautiful...

She turned around and his gaze was leveled at where her crotch was now. He razed his eyes hurriedly but it was for naught. He was busted.

And so was she as he noticed, his eyes getting distracted on the way up to her face. “I’m tired Jeremy, I’m tired of the way you’re too self absorbed to notice I’m unhappy. And I’m tired of waiting while you scam that poor little rich girl. So I’m going to take what I want. And what I want is your complete attention. When I’m done with you you’ll have forgotten all about that blond tramp, in fact you’ll forget everything else except serving me. What do you think about that?” She asked him looking directly into his eyes.

She lit a cigarette as she waited for his answer. Stunned for a second he didn’t know what to say. Then he went off. “You flaming bitch! You’ve fucking lost it! Get out of my apartment. You want to own me! I’m not into that S+M crap. Okay maybe a little, you know fuzzy handcuffs and shit, and okay the cock ring was cool, but me, a slave, fuck that! I’m way too good looking. So just get out okay, of my apartment and of my life!” and he pointed to the door. The only thing that detracted from the overall effect was just the hint of self-satisfaction amidst his aggrieved pout as he realized what a good speech he’d just delivered. And the fact it made no impression on her and she seemed to radiate a state of not-leavingness that brooked no argument. Rather she walked slowly up to him, her hips undulating as she inhaled her cigarette. Just as she got within arms reach she put her hand on his shoulder, traced her fingers up the side of his neck, looked deep into his eyes and blew her smoke into his face.

“You’re mine” she said continuing to look into his eyes. “You can try and fight it” and is if on cue he struggled against her hand holding his head “like you’re trying now but you can’t fight. You don’t even really want to. You want to belong to me...” and she moved a little closer her firm breasts rubbing against his chest “want to feel my body nestled close to you like this” and now he was struggling less against her hand. “You need to just look in my eyes, and let yourself surrender. You can’t fight me; you never could, not anymore. The smoke washed away any will you had to fight, any will to fight, leaving only a need to surrender, leaving you helpless against the feel of my body. Helpless against my green eyes, pulling you down into surrender.”

He struggled weekly against her hand cupping the back of his neck and forced his eyes to face hers. Her sharp green eyes impaling his weak blue ones. His watery blue eyes as they glazed over. His whole body felt relaxed and weak, a buzzing sound grew in his ears and a pleasant numbing sensations spread across his brain. ‘No’ he thought to himself ‘must resist, can’t be caught with Fiona by the fianc�e. Jennifer’ he thought as his mind continued to grow numb. ‘Jennifer will absolutely freak’ he thought which galvanized him but his body felt so wonderfully tingly as he stared into her beautiful eyes. So easy to look and stare and relax. He just had to listen to what she told him.

“That’s right Jeremy, stop struggling. Goooood boy, goooood boy. You don’t want to resist. So you’ve stopped resisting and surrendered. So nice and wonderful to surrender to the numbing, tingling sensations of listening to my bewitching voice.” And she stopped to inhale once more on her cigarette and exhale slowly into his face. As the smoke cloud billowed around him his eyes closed with a small sigh of pleasure.

She smiled a wide full lipped smile as she felt herself dampen between her thighs. She began to give him instructions as she took him deeper into a trance, on how he loved only her and took happiness only in serving her. And of course how he would return to this trance whenever he heard her say “loverboy”

Then she straightened out her dress, told him to lie down on his bed, took a drag of her cigarette and went over to answer the door as Jennifer knocked twice. ‘Overeager Tramp’ thought Fiona as she turned the knob. The clock showed exactly 7:30 to her glance out of the corner of her eye. She opened the door.

Jennifer was taken aback quite a bit. She was expecting her adorable Jeremy to answer the door with that cute little wave of hair falling over his eyes. And for him to be smirking at her in that way he had with those devastating blue eyes roving over her whole body; oh it just made her knees melt. Instead there was some red haired slut in a cocktail dress that revealed a whole lot more than it hid of her full breasts. ‘She’s probably wearing a miracle bra’ thought Jennifer. Which was a trifle unfair since Fiona’s breasts were actually that full and really did jut out like that naturally. Whatever faults you might find in Jeremy he had impeccable taste in women.

Fiona ran cool eyes over Jennifer’s figure. Blond, thin, a little short, 5’2 maybe 5’3. Definitely cute, if you liked them preppy, pert and way too cute for words. Adorable cheekbones, just a hint of blush and a daring amount of red lipstick. Fiona smiled to herself, this was going to be fun. She’d never seduced a girl before, of course it wasn’t exactly everyday she hypnotized her slime ball boyfriend either.

“What did you do with Jeremy?” accused Jennifer. It never crossed her mind that Jeremy could be deliberately involved in anything with this hussy. Maybe she was a robber or something and had knocked her Jeremy unconscious. If she’d hurt him, then she, Jennifer, would kick this red headed bitch’s ass! And she could too, she’d been taking self defense courses at college.

Fiona took a long drag off her cigarette before responding. She blew the smoke in Jennifer’s face in a long slow exhale. Preempting Jennifer’s indignant tirade she said “Jeremy’s taking a nap, he’s rather worn out. Maybe you could come by and ask him if he wants to buy some Girl Scout cookies later?” she said in a terribly condescending and relaxed manner. Her bearing said she was far too important to be bothered by the likes of Jennifer and shouldn’t Jennifer have known that? She also had a very languorous vibe that remaindered Jennifer way too much of the way she felt after having sex with Jeremy. And the woman was smoking too! Jennifer hated smoke: it irritated her allergies and made her eyes run.

“You’re lying!” Jennifer wailed and pushed past Fiona into the house. She went to her Jeremy’s bedroom and found him in fact sleeping on his bed. She shook him but he didn’t wake up. She turned around as Fiona entered the bedroom. “Hussy” she shouted and pounded the redhead on the chest as Fiona tried to restrain her. Fiona flicked her cigarette away and used both hands to control the violent girls flailing limbs.

“Listen to me Jennifer, you’ve very distraught. You’ve had a nasty shock dear. I’m so sorry. Jeremy never mentioned you. Oh you poor dear, to find us like this. Oh, you’re poor heart must be breaking. But calm down, dear.” And Fiona’s voice was sweet as honeyed tee with a very similar soothing effect. Fiona lifted the girl’s chin with one hand and stared sympathetically into her eyes.

“You just need to get ahold of yourself. Need to breathe in, let the bad air out. In with the good air, out with the bad. Just breathe, relax and breathe. Breathe for me dear heart, breath and relax. Relax. Let all the tension flow out of you. Forget all this bad stuff for a moment, let it all go. Just relax. Look into my eyes. You can trust me, you know you can so just look into my eyes. Loook deeper, deeper and deeper into my eyes. You feel so drained. So very tired now. SO verrrry relaxed, so relaxed and tired. SO drained. Let all this tension go. It’s so nice to be held this way, so nice to feel my sympathy and feminine warmth surround you. So enveloping. Enveloping your mind. You can’t resist. Don’t want to resist. You want to let me comfort you.”

Now Fiona’s hands no longer had to restrain Jennifer. They traced soothing circles around Jennifer’s temples, guiding her slowly closing eyes into Fiona’s enchanting gaze. Those gorgeous emerald pools beckoned Jennifer deeper and deeper into a hypnotic trance.

“That’s right let go. You’re so tired. Sooo tired. Feels so good to surrender. To surrender to my eyes. Letting go of all your worries. Letting go of everything. Surrendering to my will. Letting go. You can’t fight. Your eyes are so heavy, why would you even want to fight.” Fiona now began massaging the breasts of the girl before her as Jennifer’s eyes drooped more and more. A sleepy smile stretched the girl’s full lips. Her dazzlingly white teeth shone. Fiona ran the tip of her tongue around her lips as she anticipated what she could do with this girl. “Oh” she said as she breathed in sharply. Damn she was getting excited. Touching this girl’s unresisting body like this was having a strong effect on her. She began to speed up the induction as she ran her hands down Jennifer’s sides coming to rest on the girls firm cheeks. ‘God I’m wet!’ she thought to herself. She rubbed the front of her skirt across Jennifer’s buttonfly jeans as she stared into the helpless girls eyes.

“Close your eyes. You can’t resist me. You want to serve me. Close your eyes and surrender to me.” Her lips embraced the girl’s ear, breathing the warmth of her whisper into the hollow of her neck. “Surrender, now!” And Jennifer’s eyes shut, a half sigh half moan escaping her lips.

“Jennifer you must obey my commands. You must obey your mistress in all things. You are my slave. You are my toy. You love to obey your mistress. Spread your legs slave.” Jennifer obediently spread her legs. Fiona could barely contain herself as she worked her hand between Jennifer’s legs. She pulled down the girls jeans and panties, cursing the time it took to undo them. She could smell the girls wetness and longed to taste between her legs. The girl was even a natural blond she thought in wonder. She lowered her face to the hair there, kneeling before her slave, her tongue working between Jennifer’s labia, sucking and licking on the inner thigh as well. She licked up the juicy wetness as she felt herself moisten and go damp.

Jennifer’s thigh muscles clamped tight around Fiona’s ears in unconscious response as the wave of orgasm crested through her body. Fiona stood, grabbed a handful of Jennifer’s hair and pulled her slave’s face down to her crotch. The dress lifted easily and Fiona was not her girl who ruined a tight dress with panty lines. “Worship your mistress Jennifer, worship me with your tongue.” She breathed huskily, more from being genuinely out of breath than for effect. And Jennifer began working her mouth over Fiona’s scarlet mound. Unskillfully and awkwardly at first but Fiona gave her slave gentle encouragement and instruction.

“There, right there! Yes slut, right there! Please your mistress! Oh, oh, oh yeah. Oh my god! Right there. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed with delight as the rush of orgasm rocked through her. Her eyes rolled deep into the back of her head as the waves of pleasure broke over her. She breathed a long breath as all that tension rolled out of her. Her body felt like molasses as she collapsed on top of her slave who was still attempting to lick and suck her nether regions. She stopped her new slave.

Cuddling her close they collapsed together on the bed. Now Fiona in truth became gentle, satisfied for the moment she was able to restrain herself and coax the girl into a deepened trance and deeper levels of obedience. As she did so she felt Jeremy’s body against her back, herself sandwiched between the splendid bodies of her new slaves. Spooned around Jennifer’s adorable curves her head resting on Jeremy’s arm she truly felt all was, for once, right in the world.