The area I live in is referred to as the biosphere, a series of rolling hills leading up to the highest point of the escarpment. Driving home one Thursday evening the car blew out its left front tire, edging it over to the side of the road I got out to survey the damage. Just then the sound of a motorcycle came roaring like thunder through the still night air. A single headlight illuminated the dark night bouncing like a prism of starbursts off my vehicle, as it slowed down and came to a stop beside me.

 

A deep sensual female voice handed me a helmet and told me to hop up behind her.

 

As I put on the helmet and settled on the back of the bike the soft rain began to fall, the cold dampness of the night air the raindrops all suddenly seemed not to matter for her voice filled my head through the helmet.

 

“ Wrap your arms around my waist and blend into my shoulders.” Came the instructions over a soft soothing classic music. Leaning into her shoulders gently wrapping my hands around her and locking my fingers together I fell into a brand new world.

 

“As we dip down the hills on the road ahead you will find yourself drifting down,” the lullaby cadence of her words echoed around inside the helmet. We traveled down and than began to ascend on the upside of the rolling road. It seemed with the motion of the bike my whole body was dropping.

 

“Inhale the smell of my leather jacket, as we go up,” she cooed, and then without warning came the next instruction.

 

“Take a deep breath, hold it and as you slowly exhale feel your whole body just relax and move with the motion of the bike.”

 

“Going down again, feel every muscle every nerve just relaxing as the bike roars down the slope of the rolling road.”

 

These words, with the ride of the bike, were taking my mind by storm and the drops of rain hitting the helmet caused such confusion that I was totally letting go. She controlled the bike with a masterful command, just as the dominance was commanding my mind. After about the tenth roll of the road the up and down sequence had my eyes closed and the blankness of the ride was a hypnotic journey. Arriving at a driveway we entered and ended up inside a garage.

 

Without thinking as if on autopilot I got off the bike and waited standing like a statue. She removed the helmet and took me by the hand leading me inside the house. Hearing words but not registering I followed a half step behind. She led me into a parlor type room just off the hallway and the words timed with the clap of a thundercloud “Strip!” shook my whole body and without hesitation took my drenched clothes off.

 

She reached down and left the room, I stood like some idiot naked, my feet unable to move as if they were stuck to the floor. Hearing the dryer in the next room start the thoughts of any sexual pleasure escaped my mind but I still could not move. My jaw dropped and my eyes bugged for in the next instant she was standing in front of me.

 

Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders drawing my eyes down to her breasts covered by the tips of the strands dyed a deep red colour. Her areolas covered and the pink nipples barely poking out of the silken strands. With each breath she took the breasts moved up and down in a hypnotic rhythm keeping me riveted to the spot, unable to conceal my excitement the rising manhood stood and pointed directly to her.

 

A sly smile formed as her lips curled upward and her eyes seemed to catch the light and reflect it back in a twinkling manner. Watching her lips move as the following words escaped like bees honey dripping from the nest.

 

“ As you breath all today’s worries are gone, tomorrow is a light year away.”

 

“ Every nerve fiber and muscle in your body is going limp and heavy like a wet rag”

 

“You have no worries, no cares just the sound of my voice soothing every inch of your being”

 

A soothing feeling seemed to envelope me and as I stood motionless, I forgot I was naked, my erection bobbing in front of me, and this beautiful woman standing talking to me.

 

“Remember today is past and tomorrow is a light year away”

 

“Take a deeper breath and remember going down the hill how deep and free you felt”

 

“Deeper hold the breath and as you slowly exhale all tension leaves your body and you feel yourself so relaxed so calm”

 

“The only sound other than the soothing voice was the deep whoosh of breath as I exhaled on command.”

 

“Falling deeper and deeper letting go of your conscious state letting your mind open the subconscious to my words,” came from her mouth and the top of my head seemed to open up and slide back and blankness exited inside my brain.

 

“You are such a good boy, obeying my suggestions, following my orders.”

 

Watching her move her hand and take my erection, turning she led me towards a set of stairs and we began to descend. With each step over her shoulder came the following instructions if memory served me correct.

 

“One as your feet touch the step your going deeper, traveling down into the safe world of pleasure.”

“Two like the second hill we traveled down this step takes your mind deeper into trance and closer to the pleasure you so want”

 

“Three this step has your mind deeper down, deeper into the world of no worries, no cares,”

 

“Four we are just two steps from landing deep down into the subconscious mind the center of all your pleasure all your desires.”

 

“Five, six on the landing now and your trust in me is complete this first landing is the deepest you have ever felt.”

 

She opened the door, with her other hand and stroked my erection milking it along keeping the blood boiling under the skin and the hardness seemed to be growing and the girth hardening. Leading me into the room everything was before the eyes but nothing was registering in my mind. Leading me like a blind person to this huge four-poster bed, she had me lay on my back. First my left wrist, then my right ankle, then the left ankle and finally the right wrist were all strapped into cuffs that were attached to the posts.

 

In what seemed like days the pleasures she extracted from my body were only complimented by her constant reinforcing of trance like commands into my ears. Her mouth devoured every inch of my manhood draining all the fluid until I was humping dry air my hips rocking up into the sky as my wrists and ankles kept me grounded. The velvet tunnel of her wet womanhood rode the erect throbbing member as if she was upon her chopper for a Sunday drive. I moved I stayed hard for her commands kept me in a state of erotic pleasure that only the minds of Penthouse or Playboy editors could dream up.

 

Her whispered endearments of good boy, that’s my pet, seemed to spur the blend of day into night and night into day. Feeling trapped but free all at the same time, conscious enough to feel the pleasure but in a trance not to realize the reality of the situation. How could this take place all within the moments of blowing out a tire and skidding to the side of the road?

 

Feeling her hot mouth on the lobe of my right ear, these words rang like a church bell deeper inside than anything else.

 

“I am going to sit on your mouth and your tongue is going to feel like a cobra snake and flicker in and out. You are going to swallow all that I give you!”

 

With that she lowered herself upon my face and began to rock back and forth, my tongue working every inch up and down her swollen lips, licking and tasting such a sweet nectar. My lips formed like a vacuum and sucked in her button of pleasure as my tongue darted around softly teasing every nerve until she crushed with such force down almost causing me to loose my breath. Then her opening found the spot and my darting tongue delved inside the hottest, wettest part of her womanhood and the moans, groans echoed around the room as her muscles gripped my tongue holding it inside her as she convulsed into eruptions stronger than any volcano that newscasts broadcast. Collapsing upon my chest we both seemed to fall or drift into a nap or deep sleep.

 

I remember awaking on her sofa with a blanket wrapped around me as she came into the room with my dry clothes. She wore this shimmering turquoise outfit, hip hugging Capri’s, a low cut matching tank top, and this pendant that seemed to be a constellation of some sort dangling down and swaying between her breasts.

 

“You fell asleep but CAA towed your car here and changed your flat for you.”

 

“Thank you for a wonderful time, and snap her fingers seemed to come together my eyes staring into the pendant, sleep and my head fell forward.”

 

“ One day you will remember this incident and write about it as a fiction story, but the moral of the story is never accept a motorcycle ride from a dominant woman.”

 

“Raising slowly from the floating cloud, as your eyes open wide and your body returns to the surroundings around you the bruises you find on your thighs and the marks on your wrists will be the reminder of the pleasure trip we shared but all else until it is time to write will be forgotten.”

 

“Awake,” as she handed me my clothes and turned her back, as I got dressed.

 

She led me to the front door and as I said goodbye walking to my car I wondered just how long I had been here. Turning on the radio the announcer said it was Sunday afternoon and the shock almost sent me off the road. Where had the weekend gone; last I remember it was Thursday night so Friday, Friday night and Saturday and Saturday night had passed me by without any recollection.

 

Was I a victim of lust, domination, and would I ever be clean or now being addicted to femdomme hypnosis? If only I could remember!