The cool breeze was a welcome refreshment for him. Sitting at the balcony of a seaside restaurant, overlooking the gentle sloping of the beach sand as it rolled down to meet the waves, he should have been comfortably cool and relaxed. The scenery was one of pure serenity, and the fresh salty smell of the water only served to accent the wafting aroma of freshly cooked fish and chicken dishes from the kitchen nearby. The quiet din of the moderate mid-day crowd, punctuated by the occasional crowing of seagulls and the soothing rush of the waves. It was as if the little diner was designed specifically to extract all the stress and worry of your day and leave you feeling refreshed and renewed.

He did not feel refreshed, or calm and serene. He was sweating, dabbing his forehead with his napkin as his eyes darted back and forth from the beach to the doorway into the rest of the restaurant. His foot tapped nervously against the metallic railing of the balcony. Aside from the occasional glances, most of the other patrons paid him no mind. His dress was professional, his hair falling into a pleasing brown mop around his temples.

“Come on, come on...” he mumbled, checking his watch and the door before turning back to the sea, “this was just a mistake, you're being played for a fool,” he ran a hand through his hair, “Honestly, you think she'll just show up like that? Cause you asked? What kinda stupid...maybe it's a setup,” he nodded, pushing his seat back and standing up, “yeah, she's probably just some fraud, gonna milk me out of my money anyway. No, this was a mistake, I should be going home.”

“Already? My, you're a fast eater aren't you? I hadn't even ordered a drink.”

The woman smiled from the doorway, easing her purse strap off her shoulder as she moved towards the table. She was a stunning sight, demanding attention with her presence. She was curvy, filling out the lipstick red dress she wore in ways that forced the mind to think of the creamy flesh underneath it. Her breasts looked as though any errant movement might jostle them free, but they never seemed to come close to making good on that threat. As she approached, her hazel eyes reflected the light and made a soft flash of gold. She put a ginger, but firm hand on his shoulder and guided him back into his seat. He offered no resistance.

She brushed a hand through her chocolate hair and took her own seat.

“Jim, I presume? You look as you said...though a bit stuffy, if you ask my opinion. Was the suit necessary?”

“Ah, y-yes. That's right. Well, I, uh...you know, I felt that it would be...appropriate to dress formally. To, ah, make myself look nice.”

“You're aware it's summertime, and you're at the beach at noon, right?” her smile took an air of mocking delight as she spoke.

Jim's face turned a shade redder. “Right, uhm...Anyway, you're Miss Sasha, right? The uhm...one from the emails? The woman wh-”

“The woman who entranced you with just a few simple words, the woman who in one night captured your heart and mind, the woman who,” she lifted her knife from the table and slid it along her ruby lips, slowly, teasingly, “you swore you would 'follow into an abyss, obeying any order she gave, as an obedient puppy-dog?' I believe those were your words,” she gave a tiny lick to the side of the knife, eyes locked onto Jim's, before setting it back down, “If I am not mistaken.”

Jim shook, both embarrassed by the display he had given over his emails and a bit intimidated by the demanding presence that the woman commanded. Beneath the shame though, was a feeling of delightful excitement as his erection strained against his pants, aching at the raw sexuality of the person before him. Jim was in awe, even as his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

“Yes, that's me, I am Miss Sasha,” she giggled, pushing her hands forward across the table, “relax, dear. I'm not going to bite you. Just take a deep breath and relax, you look like you're about to spring out of your seat.”

“Of course, Miss. Forgive me, it's just my first time...ah...meeting someone like this in person. I mean, not my first time meeting someone in person, just, meeting someone like...like you, in person, so, I just got kind of flustered and-”

“Relax. You're worrying over nothing. Take a deep breath in,” Sasha leaned back in her chair and lifted her hands up along her rib-cage as she took a breath in, “then breathe out.” With a calm and measured efficacy, she exhaled a slow breath.

Jim folded his hands in his lap and took a deep breath in, feeling all of his worries and fears welling up and collecting as he did. Then, with a slow exhale, he let it all fly from his head as though it were nothing more than another seagull riding the wind. He relaxed into his chair and slumped a little bit, a dopey smile gracing his face.

“See? It's not that difficult to relax, especially when you're with Miss Sasha. You don't need to fret, you don't have to worry. Just,” She winked, “relax for me. Right?”

“Right.”

“Much better. Now, Jim, you listened to the files I told you to, right?”

“Right.”

She giggled, snapping her fingers until his eyes focused onto hers, “It seems so, though I'm not sure if I'll need any triggers to make you submit at this rate. You certainly are a submissive one, aren't you?”

Another blush crept up Jim's face, but this time he maintained his composure. “Haha, I suppose so. I'm...very much a submissive person, though it's,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from Sasha, “You know, only for the right dominant. One who really knows how to treat their pets.”

Sasha let out a little laugh as she leaned back into her seat and crossed her arms, “Oh my, you're a flatterer, are you? You know how to work towards a woman's heart.” she giggled again, the waiter drawing near the table with menus in hand.

The tension diffused some as the two glanced through the menus, picking through drinks and entree offerings. Jim ordered a seasoned chicken breast, while Sasha asked for a salad. The waiter bowed and discreetly went back into the restaurant proper.

“It is odd,” Sasha said, her smile growing with a predatory delight, “That you would choose to use those words, 'Treat'. I always found that word to be a lovely little thing.”

“How do you mean?” Jim smiled, a little nervousness creeping back up into his voice as he spoke.

“Well,” She leaned forward, resting her chin on one hand as she smiled at the man, “the connotation of the word is always so delightful. 'Treat'. As if you had performed for it, something you earned, something...pleasurable.”

Jim felt a gentle insistence on his upper leg. After a moment, he realized it was Sasha's stocking-clad foot, hidden beneath the tablecloth, sliding teasingly along his thigh. Every movement made the silky smooth warmth inch a little closer towards his still aching member. The thin fabric separating their flesh only causing an even greater feeling of desire for that release. A need that grew with every slow, torturous climb up to his cock.

“I think you've performed. You've certainly earned that pleasure. That treat. Don't you?” Her words were dipped in honey, dripping with sex and power. Her toes graced just the tip of Jim's cock. They moved in a teasing circle about the bulge in his pants, with little points of pressure to emphasize her words as she spoke. “Haven't you earned it? Have you been a good boy?”

Jim's whole body shivered, he felt a variety of emotions that all were overwritten by the pure sexual need in his body as this superior woman manipulated his cock and mind expertly. With a single word, he admitted defeat before even competing. “Yes.”

“Good boy. Good slave. And you know what I like to do with my slaves? I like to treat them. Treat slaves to delightful, toe-curling pleasure. Enjoy your Treat, Slave.”

The words rung around in Jim's thoughts, filling his body with a sudden pressure. The heat came back twice as strong, and his breath came in quicker and quicker pants. Even though they were in public, he couldn't control himself. It was as if Sasha had flipped a switch in his head, turning his thoughts to the fantasies he'd had the night before.

He saw himself kneeling before the powerful woman, his head bowed, kissing her feet. He heard her giggling above him, saying words that only his subconscious mind could understand as his conscious mind dropped deeper and deeper into a hypnotic void.

Then he was on his back, Miss Sasha—no, his Goddess, above him. Riding him for all he was worth, her wet pussy gliding along his cock as if it were meant to be. He had never been this hard in his life. Jim was in ecstasy, unable to do anything but let his Goddess use him as a sex toy, as an obedient, hypnotic servant.

She spoke a single, curt word, and he felt everything explode. His mind was filled with fireworks and sparking white light as he came, filling her to the brim with his cum. His Goddess was moaning, pleased. He had pleased his Goddess. He came harder.

Jim doubled over the table, gasping for air. A few people looked over to him, but Sasha waved them off with a polite smile as she patted his back. Jim's pants felt sticky and wet, and he vaguely felt the pressure and rubbing of Goddess's—Sasha's foot, still stimulating his penis.

“Good boy. I see you listened well to my training files. You liked that reward, didn't you?” Sasha's smile was at once reassuring and proud, as if she knew this would happen when she showed up to the restaurant.

With a few dabs of his napkin across his face and a quick drink of water, Jim regained his composure. His breath was still ragged and his hands were shaking, but he was able to hide the fact he had just cum in his pants for a woman he just met in the middle of lunch.

“Yes Ma'am, I-I did. I...make sure to,” he took a moment to grab his breath, running a hand over his face and through his hair, “I make sure to work hard in my training.”

“Not Ma'am.”

“P-Pardon?”

“Ma'am is what you'd call some stuffy older woman type. I'm not a ma'am...besides, you have something more suitable to call me now, don't you pet?”

Jim gulped.

“Yes...G...Goddess.” He spoke just barely above a whisper, compelled to answer truthfully despite the shame of saying it in public.

“That's a good boy. Be proud of what you are. My pet. My slave.”

“I'm not re-really your slave already, am I Goddess? I mean, we...just met.”

Sasha smirked, “Perhaps. But your mind is already mine. You gave it to me the moment you listened to my files. The moment you heard my voice, and submit to my words...You've been my slave ever since. You can't escape the prison that you willingly put yourself in, my darling,” She turned to face the sea, watching as the waves drifted lazily up and down the beach, “Of course, you're free to leave if you'd rather. I'm not going to stop you. I'll even pay for the food.”

There was a moment of silence between them.

“That's a good boy. You know your place already. See? You are my slave.”

“Yes Goddess.” Jim quietly replied.

“Now, I think you need some time to recover from your treat. Why don't you tell me more about yourself?”

The time passed easily, Jim felt more at ease when he had some control over the conversation, and Sasha simply smiled and listened intently to all he had to say. She was genuine and kind, despite just having made him experience the height of pleasure in mere moments after their meeting.

Their food came out, hot and aromatic to entice both of their stomachs. With a polite nod and thanks, the waiter left to attend to other guests, leaving the two to themselves again.

“That looks delicious,” Sasha said, pointing her fork towards Jim's chicken, “I'm sure you can't wait to dig in, right?”

Jim chuckled, “Definitely. All of this meeting today has left me starved, I need to recharge, you know.”

Sasha nodded her head, swinging the tip of her fork side to side to catch Jim's eyes. “Of course, you spent so long pent-up and frustrated...you need to relax now, don't you? Sleep for me.”

The trigger phrase landed perfectly on the unsuspecting man. Jim's eyes lidded, following the lazy swaying of the fork side-to-side as his hands fell to the table. His face went slack and his mind went quiet.

“Such a good boy, Jim. You've been training so well. And you're so relaxed now, so at peace and comfortable...While you're in this deep trance, letting me program your mind so wonderfully and perfectly...I'm going to give you a little instruction. Do you understand?”

Jim's head slowly nodded, eyes never leaving the deft manipulation of the impromptu pendulum Sasha had made use of.

“Good boy.”



He realized that he had been listening to Sasha snapping for the past few seconds, not responding at all. Jim shook his head and focused on the beauty before him.

“Sorry, I guess I just zoned out a little bit.”

“That's quite alright, I have that effect on people sometimes,” she blew a small kiss to him, “You're cute, so I don't mind letting it go this time.”

Jim blushed and looked away. He picked up his silverware and began to cut into the chicken. For a moment, he thought he saw Sasha grinning as he slid a piece into his mouth.

The savory taste of the chicken was almost immediately overwritten. Jim felt a juicy, delicious wetness in his mouth. His thoughts were filled with images of him, kneeling before his Goddess, face in her pussy, tongue deep in her snatch and eagerly eating her out for all he was worth. He looked up into her eyes, and felt nothing but adoration and a desire for more.

His cock throbbed in his pants again, and with a shudder, Jim swallowed the food. He looked up at Sasha with a dazed smile before taking another bite.

The image came back, and the taste was stronger. He wiggled his tongue deeper into Goddess's pussy, nuzzling his nose against her crotch as he worked. It was the most delicious taste he had ever had, he felt like a man deprived of water entering an oasis. He heard moaning above him and knew he was fulfilling his role in life. He was being a good boy, a good pet. A good slave to his Goddess Miss Sasha. His heart fluttered, and somewhere far away Jim dimly realized his cock was dribbling precum.

He swallowed, and shook with pleasure. His eyes fell back to the sexual goddess sitting in front of him.

“How did it taste to eat your Goddess's pussy, slave?”

“It was heaven, Goddess.” Jim replied, his voice trembling almost as much as his body was.

“Good boy. You're going to make such a good toy for me. And imagine, we've barely even begun your training,” she leaned forward and traced a finger along his chin, tantalizingly slow, “You're going to let me so deep into your mind that I'll be able to rewrite who you are from the core. But you trust me. And you know that I'll only give you pleasure, isn't that right, slave?”

“Yes Goddess.” He giggled, sliding another piece of his food into his mouth and savoring the sensation of being beneath his superior, his true Goddess.

“And then after we're done programming that innocent little brain of yours, we'll be making sure that you can pleasure your Goddess in the flesh, not just in your thoughts. Doesn't that sound delightful?”

“Yes, Goddess. I'd love nothing more."