Greeting Misty

We got in pretty late, stumbling in with luggage in hand, dumping it all over the place. Misty had left four messages or texts on my phone, but I had a plan. It might not be a good plan, but I had to try.

"Time to Listen, Mommy," I said. "Time to Listen, Becca" I told them both that it was time for bed and that they should sleep through the night. Then I sent Becca off and had a few extra words for Mom, telling her what I wanted from her tomorrow morning. Then I sent her off to bed too.

I gave Misty a call.

"Hi! Sorry I haven't gotten a chance to call you back, but we're home now," I said into my phone.
"Why couldn't you have called me back from the road?" she asked, irritated. I cut off my retort of "You mean, welcome home?". Hopefully it wouldn't matter soon.
"Sorry, we were just trying to get through it and Becca and Mom were asleep, so I put my phone on silent, and..."
"Well great. I'm glad you're back."
"Wanna come over?" I asked.
"Tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm super tired, but I'd love to see you and do something low-key. Watch some old movies or something?" I was working it.
"Um... sure. I'll be over in twenty."

Misty was what some people called "a strong personality". She had always kind of worn the pants in our relationship, mostly because I didn't like to be in trouble and she could get upset. We hadn't had a lot of physical encounters because her Dad was pretty Christian and he was the only thing in the world that seemed to scare her. I'd gotten a few handjobs out of her and twice, a blowjob, although both of them she had taken her mouth off me before I came so I wouldn't be "inside her" when I finished. She'd let me go down on her or finger her plenty though. Apparently that wasn't an issue. She was shorter than I am by a good bit, as she was a little over 5 foot and she had long, black hair and bright blue eyes. She was a pretty slight, but she had these hot, pouty lips and enormous breasts for her size, with big, slightly puffy nipples. I loved them and I sometimes I thought it was the enduring hope of more action with them that kept us together. I often wished she'd wear makeup.

She got to my house about 30 minutes later and we had a hello kiss before settling down on the couch. We talked for a while, catching up with everything she'd been doing while I was gone. I kept trying to tell her about what I'd been up to, but she was only marginally interested. She kept talking for a long while, especially about her job and about the fact that I hadn't called her enough. This was just fine. I needed her sleepy. She was wearing her normal attire, a tight shirt with a high neck and fairly tight jeans. After we'd talked for a wile, we made out for a while, but it was pretty boring, to be honest, after what I'd had over the past few days. Then I suggested she watch a movie. She was a little taken aback, since she was used to me trying to get her into my pants after a make-out session, and she said she was really tired, but I told her I really wanted to spent time with her. Finally she agreed.

She blanched again when I suggested Fantasia, but she was too tired to argue. I put it on and we started to watch. She was snuggled up against me.

I had been driving all day and was very tired, but I had to stay awake longer than she did. The anticipation was a good help.

She started drifting off about 1:30am and I felt her body giving little twitches.

"You don't need to wake, " I said quietly. She didn't. "You can just keep drifting, if you want. You can just sleep, just sleep and listen." She gave a little murmur. "You can just listen, if you want. I need some help. Can you help me, Misty? Can you work with me? I need your help. I need your cooperation. Can you do that for me? Can you help me out? Just fall deeper and deeper. Just let go? Just let your mind relax. How else can you help me? How else can we work together? Its so hard, isn't it? Being in control all the time? I'd love to help you let go. I'd love to take that burden from you. Deeper and deeper, Misty. Down past all the voices, past the judgment, down into the dark. Can you help me, Misty? Help me take the burden of control? If you can, say 'yes' now."

"ys" she mumbled. Wow.

"OK, remember your relationship with Billy. Feel the feelings you have for him. Feel the relationship. Remember it. You remember being in control? In charge? But that's not quite right, is it? That's not what you remember, is it?" Her brow furrowed a little, just like Mom's had. "Remember a different word. Master. What does the word 'Master' mean to you? It could mean obedience. Devotion. Loyalty. It could mean that you are a ****, that you are owned, that you are controlled. What does that relationship mean to you? Does it mean obedience? That you want to give up all that control and just do what you're told? What Billy tells you to do? You have to help me do the work. You have to help me by remembering. Master..."

I kept going on. I watched the clock turn to 2am. I implanted idea after idea, building on each other, placing everything in terms of her cooperation and help.

"Now its time to help me remember some words. I need your help with some words. You will remember these words, and when you hear them, you will relax, giving up all control, coming immediately back to this place. You will be receptive to anything I tell you, hearing it from a place of cooperation and obedience. You aren't going to remember what I tell you, but you will need to help me out by doing what you are asked. These words are the key. They are 'Time to Listen, Misty'. Can you do that for me?" She nodded now, not as drowsily. "When you hear those words, and you are ready to listen and obey, you will respond with 'I'm Listening, Master.' Say that for me now."

I waited for a moment, heart racing, just like I had when I put Mom under. Then she said, clearly, "I'm listening, Master." I almost groaned with satisfaction.

"Thank you so much Misty for all your hard work. When I tell you 'That is all' you will know you can return to your self, coming back up out of that deep place. Thank you for working with me. One last thing I want you to hear before you wake up, feeling good, feeling like you have had a great night with the man you want to please, you want to serve and be with. These are some very important words. When you hear them, you will want to serve him, to pleasure him, and become his toy. You will remember all the things a woman can do to please a man and you will want to do those things to him and for him. You will want to kneel before him, to obey him and make his every desire come true. You will want to pleasure him sexually and the idea of being his ****, of performing his will and pleasing him will bring you such great joy that it will be undeniable. You will never, ever remember hearing the words, but the urge will be immediate. The words are 'Time to Serve, Misty'. Can you remember those words for me?"

"Of course," she said, clearly, as if she were awake.

"Good, Misty. So very good. When you are ready to serve me, you will say 'I'm ready to serve, Master'. And when I am done with you, I will put the burden of self-control back on you with the words 'I am done with you, Misty'. You will remember what happens, but it will not seem strange or unusual, just private. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Say 'Yes, Master' please, Misty."

"Yes, Master". God I was hard.

"Then wake up for me. Remember none of this, but be ready to obey."

She blinked her eyes twice and took a deep breath in. "I must have fallen asleep!"