Mariana's legs ran fast, eluding her captors by a narrow margin. During the intermittent alone time she had she would go into deep meditation and remote view the island over and over again just to make sure she knew the area like the back of her hand. Her objective since she had been there was to escape...she had to escape if she was to maintain any sense of self. Tonight, while the man that she'd called Master slept she induced him into a deeper sleep and quietly ran off into the night. However her hold over his mind was limited because she had to focus on alerting her escape party that she was on her way. Keep running her mind screamed as she heard the dogs slowly closing in on her, just keep running. She kept her arms up to move tropical plants to the side to keep them from slapping her face. Almost there Mariana, almost there, she told herself.

"You fucking, cunt! I will make you pay for cause me all this trouble," he screamed. "There is no way off this island other than by helicopter!"

This statement made her smile, and made her run faster. Mariana knew that all she had to do is reach the cliff overlooking the ocean. Then as she expected, the terrain changed from jungle to rocky, even in the moonlit night. She approached the cliff, her eyes again adjusted so that she could pinpoint exactly where she should dive. One missed step and she would become fish food.

"Ahhhh, hell. Call the dogs off now," he cried when he saw where she was standing. "Don't do this," called to her, "please...don't! "

Was that desperation that she heard in his voice? She sensed his apprehension. As her eyes darted around in the dark, she quickly located the henchman, in the Master's employ. They were forming a crescent around the cliff. Her hearing lets her know that a gun with the psychotropic drug was being loaded.

"Mariana," he called out, "this is your Master speaking, and I'm telling you to come back. Now," he said trying to sound authorative but failing.

She looked back at him adjusting her eyes to see his face. My my, she thought, genuine fear. "You better call your men off, if they shoot me with the knockout drug I will fall over," she said to him telepathically. She could speak but she didn't want to waste her energy.

"Men back off, she knows about the drug!!!" He didn't know that she could communicate telepathically.

She heard the gun disengage. "Good," she said to him mentally.

"Is being with me so bad that you're willing to kill yourself? The hours of giving each other pleasure."

Mariana felt her body respond to his words. She felt her vulva fill with anticipation of being taken. He did bring her hours of pleasure, but she wasn't sure if it was the hypnotic suggestions that he implanted that were causing her body to betray her, or any sincere desire that she may have had for him.

"Mariana, you love being my slave."

"That is where you are wrong," she said aloud so that he could hear it her over the water crashing against the rock. "It was always about controlling every aspect my life with you!! You wanted to control what I was thinking and feeling. Never allowing yourself the chance to see if I would really want you! Or perhaps you just wanted me on your terms only! Whatever the reason, it ends tonight!!" Without another word she then turned around and dived over the cliff into the ocean. The next morning he had his men search the shores for her body, but there was no sign that she was ever on the island.

Often he had thought of that night. She had successful fooled him into believing that she was totally under his control. He had used some of the most powerful mind control drugs on the market, but something must have been off because she left him. He'd always known that sex wouldn't be the only thing that kept her with a man if free will was involved, that's why he used mind control. What had gone wrong? Was her will really that strong? The only thing that he was certain of was that she had resented being controlled, and having him not give her a choices. It wasn't like he'd needed it she was attracted to him.

Days after she fled he had his men search the shores of the island, and use the helicopter to search the sea. Always there was nothing. All trace of her were gone. There was no way that she could have survived, could it, he'd asked himself over and over again.

Almost every night without fail he would see her face and could almost feel her body move against his. It would be so real that when he'd wake up, and be disappointed. Even during the day he would think of her and get an instant hard on. It was almost as if she had used mind control on him.

Now here he was at a business conference and thoughts of her were stronger than ever. He didn't even bother to find out who were giving presentations, and wasn't really listening until he heard, "Most of you know her for ability to changing lives, and making men extremely wealthy, Mariana Bryant."

He saw the beautiful African-American goddess walk up to the stage. Her hair was shoulder length, her brown eyes bright and perceptive, and body that men of any race desired. It was obvious that she worked out from the shape of her toned legs. She oozed sensuality in her walk, knowing that she commanded the attention of everyone there. She wore tailor made red suit that move with her body like a second skin, with matching red pumps to match.

She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He was glad to see that she was alive, but immediately became angry that she hadn't let him know that she was all right.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Sit back relax and know that everything that I'm about to say will bring you dreams to reality. Relax, and enjoy the sound of my voice, and enjoy the sensations that come along with hearing all that I will say to you. Relax enjoy this evening because great opportunities are coming your way," Mariana said in a mellifluous voice. "The methods used by me have proven to be instrumental in changing the lives of as well as the world. Most of you here have worked with me or know me, and if you haven't you will."

"My main concern when I work with you is that your realize that you have genius that needs to be shared with the world. I have techniques that have proven, over and over again to work one hundred percent of the time. The reason for that is your success is our mission. You are reassured by the fact that I am deeply interested in you being all that you want to be. Successful, strong, dominant, sexy men that women desire. My success is hinged on your success and if you don't do well it makes me look bad, and of course we all can't have that."

The audience laughed collectively.

"Those of you who haven't worked with me yet are asking yourselves, 'is she for real?' Or better yet, 'how is she able to do this if what she says is true?' To find your answers I ask you to talk to the people who are sitting next to you. They will provide the answers that you are seeking. They can give you the step-by-step details of how their lives have changes, but know that everyone's journey differs because their desires, and goals differ. Now even though most of you enjoy hearing me talk, this night is reserved to talk about your successes. Some of my most recent clients will come to the forward and share their stories with you. For those of you who haven't worked with me yet just leave you information on the table by the exit, and I will contact you within one to three weeks. Thank you."

The audience full of men clapped, then those that had recently worked with her went up to the podium. The speeches weren't that long, just giving a rundown of what their lives were like before she came into their lives.

Much of what was said only men could appreciate, and then he noticed that all of the people in the audience were men. Mariana was the only woman in the room.

Mariana looked around then her gaze fell on him. He felt his heart skip a beat when she looked at him long, and hard. As she did on the night she left she communicated with him telepathically, "Go to the exit door, and meet me near the men's restrooms." How does she do that, he asked himself. He felt driven to do as she commanded.

He waited, for what he didn't know but he did as the voice had instructed. The he turned around and saw her standing there looking at him. That look in her eye was unmistakable, unbridled desire.

"I've missed you Mariana," he whispered.

"Shhhh...let me " she said then pushed him into the men's restroom.

She didn't waste anytime, pulling down his slacks and rubbing his cock into hardness. She stared deeply into his eyes as she conveyed her desires. In the time that she had been with him she was never the aggressor in sex.

Dropping to her knees she took him into her mouth. He was in shock that this reunion was moving so quickly but he surrendered to the pleasure that she was giving him. Then she did the thing that always set him off when she sucked him off, she rubbed the tip of his cock with her finger while she sucked him off.

"Ahh," he cried. She was skilled, that hadn't changed. Before he came she stopped and shimmied up her tight skirt. He noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties, or panty hose. That was inexplicable turn on for him.

She was ready to be taken. Wanting her to be equally satisfied he unbuttoned her suit jacket and started kissing the tops of her breast. Then brought the red lacy material of her bra down to expose her breast, and taking a nipple into his mouth. When felt her knees buckle he pushed her up on the door. Doubling her pleasure he began frigging her clit while impaling her with his fingers. She moaned at the sheer pleasure that he was giving her, then he did something that he hadn't done to her when she was on the island with him; going down he kissed her pussy then gently licked her, and started sucking in the lips of her cunt. As her juices began to flow he thought to himself, is it my imagination or does she taste like wild strawberries? Her taste, feeling her become wet, and her moans spurred him on. As her legs began to tremble he moved up her body again grabbing her by the hips; posed her over his aching sex. He wasn't sure of what he was waiting for, but he looked into her eyes and heard her say, "Now." Without any preliminaries he entered her body and began thrusting deep into her body. Her pussy was hot and tight and convulsing with every thrust. He enjoyed the way she was moaning and thrusting to take more of his cock into her body. He was enjoying the pleasure that he was giving her watching her face show the telltale signs of pleasure. She looked so erotic and beautiful giving herself to him. Her breath began to get shallow, and her body began to release and lubricate his cock inside of her body. Her reaction spurred him on as he began to cum and release his seed deep inside quivering warmth. He was still rock hard and wanted to have more of her. The danger and excitement of possibly getting caught turned him on, with his dick still inside her body he continued to hold her and move them over to the couch that was in the lounge area of the restroom.

"I could get use to these types of reunions, " he whispered while enjoying the sensation of their juices.

"Hmm. I see that I wasn't successful in getting you down," Mariana said.

The timbre of her voice has changed from when she was with him on the island. Her voice was deep and more hypnotic.

"Was that your plan," he asked while beginning to move rhythmically in her body, and sliding her up skirt more.

"Yyyyeeesss," she moaned.

"I want to have my way with you now because you may disappear on me again."

Wanting to feel more of him in her body so she climbed off of straddling his lap and moved to a sink and said to him, "I'm in heat lover, take me like at bitch." He immediately went into a deep trance and began servicing her from behind as she held the restroom sink. As he worked her body he began to feel her tremble again as he fondled her left breast and frigged her clit the same time. When she heard someone at the door open she looked over at the intruder then came so hard she almost pulled the sink from the wall. Spurred on by her excitement her lover came hard and almost past out from pleasure and falling back from his position behind her.

The bathroom attendant of the hotel stood at the door with his mouth open from the scene he'd just witness.

Mariana calmly and pulled herself up fixing herself with one of the washcloths that were in a small wicker basket. She didn't seem to care that she had an audience for an act that was consider private. After pulling down her skirt, putting her breast back in her bra and blouse, and putting her jacket she turned and smile at the attendant in the most suggestive smile. "Hope you enjoyed the show," Mariana said alluringly. "Lover, get yourself together and come back to the seminar, we will talk later. Now."

He had fallen onto the floor, and was shock to find himself there. However he felt a barrage of sensations one being completely sexually satisfied. When he realized he wasn't alone he immediately grabbed a washcloth, wet it and went into a stall trying his best to hide his embarrassment. What the fuck had happen, he asked himself. The last thing he remembered was that she had gotten off his lap. The telltale signs of sex with Mariana clung to his body.

He tried getting close to her after the seminar ended but it seemed as if every man in the seminar were vying for her attention. It was easy to see why all of the men were in love of her; she spent an average of five to fifteen minutes with each of the men who were interested in talking with her one on one. A few times he witnessed a few of them wanting to take things to another level, but she let them down easily as possible telling them that she didn't get involved with clients.

Deep into the night he waited for her when she was finished she looked at him, and smiled sleepily. "You ready, Lover?"

"Yes," he answered happily.

"Good, take me to your room," she gently commanded.

When they got to the room Mariana took off every stitch of clothing that she and slipped into his bed. He joined her in hopes of a repeat of their reunion, but she sleepily said, "Cum, Lover...Now." Her words caused his body to go into straight into orgasm. He found himself writhing beside her enjoying the wave of pleasure taking over his body. When the wave passed he held her close to him, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of her body.

"What have you done to me," he asked feeling conflicted about the amount of control she seem to have over his body. He enjoyed the intensity of the experience, but it scared him to know that she was wielding that much power over him.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Go deep into sleep, and when you wake up you will feel more refreshed than you ever have felt before. Now."

He immediately went deep into sleep.

Mariana woke up the next morning and set her programming for her lover to come down and meet her for breakfast. She sat in an area of the hotel restaurant that was secluded, and right on schedule her lover came and she greeted him with a passionate kiss that set him on edge. Mariana smiled at the questions that were in his eyes.

"Don't worry Lover, I won't make you make love to me here."

"I don't understand what's happening."

Their server came took their order after which Mariana began to talk.

"You never asked me, but I should start by giving you a bit of background on myself. When I was ten years old my father and mother were killed and guardianship was given to an aunt. She was a kind yet misguide soul who got involved with a Branson Cult. With Tyler Branson permission I was told that I could live in the cult commune."

He stared at her in amazement. He was unaware of her past his only interest really was to make her his sexual subordinate. "Our daily lives were planned out for us, we were deprived of food, made to feel guilty about have independent thoughts and feels, then given a health doses of conditional love by the group, and made to feel that our leader was a god on earth.

"I however never bought into to this thinking and constantly rebelled. Later on I found out that the accountant was supposed to make me more submissive. One day when I went into an office and found all these books on how to create cults, mind control, sensory deprivation, hypnosis, power of the mind, remote influence, and whole host of books on how to control people. I took some of the books and started reading them. Then one day the cult's accountant whose office, I found out, I kept borrowing books from caught me. He took a great deal of enjoyment out making rebels more malleable to cult life. For some reason he didn't do that to me.

"His name was John Livingston...anyway when he saw what I was reading he decide that I should be a student instead of brainwashing me. Ever day after I would finish reading he would ask me what I thought about what I read. We would talk for hours then he would have me put what I learned to use in the real world. Then afterward he started my hypnosis programming, making me resistant to mind control that would erase inatrical parts of my personality." Mariana looked up at him to gage his reaction.

He seemed genuinely surprised, and it began to dawn on him why the drugs that he used didn't work on her. She continued, "So, for seven years, along with some other training we would finish our session he would hypnotize me planting a triggers that would cause me to do anything to escape a person who try to wipe out my personality. That is why I left you in the middle of the night of, and jumped off a cliff." The server came back with their meals and after he left they continued their conversation. "I'm very sorry Mariana.... I've been.... very lonely without you." "Hmm, well lover you're being away from me was your punishment." She smiled. The remote influence she's wielded worked better than she imagined. "You have something to do with how I'm feeling? "Yes, I've been doing dream invasions, and remote influence to make you miss me more intensely, never letting up. Also I've been creating erotic dreams with you and I together."

"Are you going to turn me into a mindless slave."

"No that isn't my style. I'm not at all interested in making you mindless. My interest lay in you one of the most intense sexual experiences of your life, and getting you do deal with the issue that you came to see me about. I'm not going to spend much of my time dominating you, if I did it would be for role-playing. What I'm interested in is helping you heal from trauma. Many of the men that I meet have been emasculated by women through direct means of hypnosis, convert means, or in life in general. I take down their old programming, and build a new one for them. I work within their framework, and give them exactly what they say they want, most times I have to make a few modifications but over all most of them are satisfied. You, Joseph, were the first person who seeked me out for reasons other than power. You wanted me, you told me that in our first meeting. You had heard about what I did for some powerful men, and you said that a woman like that is a powerful ally. There is however an issue that you have that you wanted me to help you with. Now, you are ready to deal with that issue."

He began to realize that she had put him under on their first meeting. Those thoughts he hadn't intended to share with her. He looked at her, her eyes were as black as onyx, and her brown skin glowed. Closing his eyes he asked, "How were you able to resist the drugs?"

"The body is a wonderful thing lover, it can create any counter agent to anything put into it." He went under quickly, and she said to in his trance state, "Joseph, now, you feel calm, peaceful and safe. Nothing that you share with me today will go beyond this moment between us. How do you feel, Joseph?

"Calm, peaceful, and safe."

"Good. Why is it that you wanted to wipe out my personality?" This was a question that she was never able to get an answer to when she he first came in. She'd spent hours working down his resistance. There was a puzzled look on his face then it relaxed and he said, "People that I care about, or love always left me. I didn't want you to leave me. They would always tell me that they would come back but they never would."

"Who was the first person that you remember that left you?"

"My mother."

"Why do you believe she never came back?"

"She was killed in a car accident."

Mariana went through with guided session to release this lost for him. "Who was the next person that left you?"

"My father."

"Why do you believe he never came back?"

"His new wife didn't want to care for a son that wasn't her own."

Marian went through the guided session to release this lost for him. "Who was the next person that left you?"

"My big brother."

"Why do you believe he left you?"

"He died of an Cancer."

Marian went through the guided session to release this lost for him. "When you wake up you will remember everything about this session. When you wake up you will feel refreshed, feeling fine, feeling better than before. On the count of three. One you are becoming more aware of you body, and sounds of the room. Two, sensation are coming back into you legs, torso, chest, arms and face. Three, you are awake feeling refreshed, feeling fine, feeling better than before. When Joseph woke up, he looked over at Mariana and around at her office. She smiled warmly. "How do you feel Joseph?"

"I feel great. I thought we were in a restaurant?"

"No, that was all apart of the session. However, I will admit that your imagination was engaging." "And the island, the seminar, the sex?"

"All creations of your imagination, and situations where we've met before. There was a great deal of resistance on your part to explain why it is that you felt the need to control every aspect of your life. So, in order to get around the block, you created a relationship between you and I. As a result I created another loss so that you be more receptive to me getting to the root of the matter. You've experience a great deal of loss in your life. You associated love, with people leaving. This mindset has apparently been with you since childhood."

"I see." He looked at the pretty woman sitting in front of him. She was just as beautiful as his imagining. The thought of taking her to his bed entered his mind. "Was there any parts that were true or real?"

"All of the stuff about cults, mind control, influence, and dream invasions is all true. I'm really able to do those things."

"Roll playing?"

She smirked, "I do that too."

"Mariana is there anyway that we could go out on a date."

"I don't date clients. Although, my session with you is the most interesting that I've ever had. In the upcoming days your paradigm shift we be more noticeable. Let me know how you progressed."

As Joseph shook her hand he looked into her eyes. They were changing from brown to onyx again. There was something powerfully, disturbing about those eyes, but he trusted her implicitly "I will Mariana. Thank you." As he walked out the door of her office, he noticed that he actually felt more powerful than he had when he entered her office. It was coming from a genuine place than from a place of loss. He was actually looking forward to seeing how this translated into the real world.