“It’s not like I planned it this way”, the beautiful slim redhead said to me.

“Then how did you plan it?” I asked, a sardonic half smile twisting my lips.

“Fine, I did plan it this way. But I didn’t think it would go this far.”

I said nothing, but disbelief must have been plain on my face, because she began to tell me all of it, how she’d become the most powerful woman in the country in the space of a few short years...

“Originally, about 5 years ago, I was dating this dick.”

“Was he good looking?” I asked.

She gave me a haughty raised eyebrow and tossed her hair at my interruption but answered “sooo fucking gorgeous. Why?”

“Just an ongoing interest of mine, are girl drawn to assholes, or is it just so many goodlooking guys are assholes.”

“Why do you care?”

“Since I’m not goodlooking, trying to decide if it’s in my self interest to be a dick or not.”

“So you’ve been going with dick?”

“So far”

“How’s it working out for you?”

“Badly.”

“Try nice then.”

“Did.”

“How’d it work out?”

“Worse”

“That’s unfortunate. Want to go for slavishly devoted?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then Stop Fucking Interrupting”

“Kay.”

She resumed her story. Damn that little slip of a girl could be scary when she gave you that ‘Look’.

“So all I wanted at the time was to get the truth out of him. Just you know, for contrast...every now and then.

So I thought of the ways I could accomplish that, sodium pentathol, torture, etc. but those all seemed very high risk low reward strategies. But then I considered hypnosis. So I got really into it, chat rooms, reading books, online articles, etc.

And when I get into something, I get really, really focused at it.”

At this she gave me some heavy eye contact and licked her upper lip, just a little.

I was very very aroused.

Smiling she continued her story.

“So where was I, oh yeah, really getting into the chat rooms, did a little text games, finally took a phone call from a persistent admirer and found it was sooo easy to put him under. I gained a reputation, charged a little and eventually put up a website, well really had one of my admirers design a website for me. It was just so easy, they very much wanted to be hypnotized you see, which is a large part of it.”

“Hypnosis, it’s a lot like mental judo, using the force of someone’s own mind against them. And to do that, they have to believe you can do it. Naturally someone wanting something to be so is the most powerful form of belief, the next most is someone being very afraid something is so.”

“And these men wanted it sooo badly, all I had to do was speak sensually, sexily, breathing in and out, elling them what to do, what to think, to obey. You can see what a turn on that would be, can’t you?” she whispered to me softly.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Of course you can. You came here to write a scathing expose didn’t you?”

I nodded again.

“But you’re going to write exactly what I tell you to, aren’t you?”

I nodded one more time.

“And that makes you so very happy, knowing you’re going to please me, right? Say ‘yes mistress’”

“Yes Mistress” I said.

“Good boy” she told me and I felt a visceral thrill of happiness. I had pleased her and that was very important, even if I wasn’t sure why. She was just so beautiful...

“Now as I was saying. soon I had a website and a thriving business as a hypnodomme. But at that point I was only giving men, well and sometimes women, the experience they were begging for. Putting an unwilling victim under, well that goes back to my original purpose, the boyfriend from hell.

I’d lost track of my original purpose, more or less forgetting about the jerk as I got more and more interested in my ‘hobby’ for want of a better word than the original impetus behind it.

So of course my lack of interest proved a powerful aphrodisiac and he returned to my bed with a vengeance, sadly an all too apt phrase. After a few nights of admittedly mind blowing sex, he still hadn’t recaptured my total interest, he took it as a sure sign I was cheating on him.

His own infidelity completely ignored in his calculus, he felt terribly wronged.

I tried to explain, but explaining to an egomaniacal idiot is never easy, but explaining that the world doesn’t revolve around them is absolutely impossible.

He put his hands on me, not in a good way. He grabbed my wrists hard enough to bruise and insisted I tell him who this other guy was.

I was furious, but looking in his eyes, I knew he would hurt me. Maybe rape me. Part of me was terrified, another part was exhilarated. I had an idea, an idea for salvation and revenge combined.

Desparately, I told the truth.

Sort of.

I explained my interest in hypnosis, but couched it in terms of it’s tantric possibilities, stressed the mentally induced orgasms that could last for days. True enough, I’ve triggered this in some of my slaves. It leaves them absolutely useless for weeks, but I tolerate that in return for their 19 hour workdays the rest of the time.

I’d like to say the little quaver in my voice was acting, pretending he scared me, but it wasn’t. I’d known he was wild, a real bad boy, ya know. But I never thought he’d actually hurt me before. He hadn’t before. But this was different. It was like he could do whatever he wanted but if I wasn’t there whenever he wanted, than I’d betrayed him. And he had to put me back in my place. After the way I’d been treated lately, it seemed surreal. Terrifyingly surreal.

He calmed down a bit at my explanation, he still grasped my wrist but not bruisingly. I bit my lip. I didn’t think there was any way of him letting me just walk away, and I didn’t know what would happen if I called for help.

I’d never felt less like wanting to touch him but I made myself plant a kiss on his repulsive neck, swallowing bile, and whispered in his ear that I could show him, make him experience orgasm after orgasm. If he would let me show him what I’d been learning, go into a trance with me.

He stared hungrily at me, wanting to believe but somehow doubting me. But his cock bulged in his pants, I rubbed it through his jeans. I felt the dynamic shift, knew I was gaining control and that turned me on slightly, as repulsive as I now found him.

He let go of my wrist and I guided him to the bed. He laid down, his eyes fluttering in pleasure as I continued to coo at him, marveling at how docile he became with hand over his cock, knowing some of that was from my words and soothing tone as well. I had learned a lot those past few months, and though I took pains not to be too obvious, I was guiding him steadily towards a submissive trance.

“That’s it, it feels so good. You’d be so much more comfortable with those jeans off, wouldn’t you? Why don’t you slide them off for me. That’s sooo much better. Sooo much more comfortable, isn’t it?”

He murmured a soft sibilant yes. Good, I thought, almost there. That’s when I first learned how important a little direct sexual stimulation was for overpowering resistance. Get the blood going as far away from the brain as possible. Like you, if I put my hand on your crank and pumped even once, you’d blow your load in front of everyone at this bar wouldn’t you? And not even feel embarrassed about it.”

Floating far above it all, lost in her beautiful lips moving I heard myself answer yes, and it was absolutely true. Of course I would.

“Such a good boy. Now my bad boy boyfriend at this point had his eyes closed and his pants around his ankles. I hid my contempt and bile and continued to rub his cock through is underwear, telling him to go deeper and relax, only occasionally making any reference to tantric purposes. I was just guiding him deeper and deeper and he was going there, with hardly any help from me. Slowly I worked in more and more references to letting go, trusting me, the more he trusted me the more pleasure he felt.”

“Than the big test, the countdown. I took him down from ten to one, making my suggestions more overt and concrete. I bit my lip, knowing this had to work. With my free hand I grabbed a baseball bat I kept near my bed, if he broke free I planned to take one swing and try to brain him with it before he grabbed me.

“Ten, feeling more and more relaxed, feeling sooo good...

Nine, forgetting everything but the feel of my hand, rubbing up and down...

Eight, breathe deep for me, in and out, in and out...

Seven, so very deeply relaxed, so hard to think...

Six, so much easier to listen, listen and obey...

There, that was the key word, his eyelids fluttered at that.

“Obey...” he protested softly, “what the fuck...”

“Sssshhh” I soothed “obeying feels good. Everything feels good. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I don’t obey any bitch, don’t obey anybody...”

“Ssshhhh” I hushed “you don’t want me to stop”

“No”, you better not “but more bratty child than tough guy at this point”

“Than close your eyes”

“no”

“Close your eyes” I said firmly and to both of our surprise I think he did.

“Five going deep, deeper into pleasure...

“Four, pleasure feels so good, soo relaxing”

“Three Obedience is pleasure...”

“Two Pleasure is obedience”

“One, you are in a deep trance. Totally completely relaxed. How do you feel?”

“Relaxed” he said softly.

“Good boy” I reward him.

He smiled absentmindedly, lost in a haze of pleasure.

She smiled wickedly at me. “I never again touched a man out of fear, or a man I didn’t want to touch. And I got my revenge in spades. I thought about cutting off his balls while he was out, but that was a trifle too...overt. Instead I used him as practice to see how far I could go. I would tie him up before every hypnosis session, of course I had to give him a fetish for bondage and submission first. Then a fetish for cock and ball torture. It’s an interesting paradox that having a man beg for you to put pins through his dick, takes some of the pure revenge pleasure out of angrily sticking pins through said cock and balls. But so much less trouble with the law...”

“What about you sweet thing, you’d let me torture your cock wouldn’t you, hang clothes pins off your balls...”

Slowly, swimming through molasses I returned to myself, opened eyelids that weighed pounds and said “not on your life.”

“Oh good boy, sweet boy. I was hoping that would wake you up.”

“Then why did you put me under in the first place?”

“Well for one to teach you to be less of a smart ass. And also to save that whole tedious ‘you can’t be hypnotized if you don’t want to....or only weak willed people could be hypnotized... or my favourite ‘there’s no such thing as hypnosis’”

As I had thought each of those things while preparing for this interview I didn’t have any good rejoinder.

“So after you turned your bad boy into your boy toy, then you got into politics right?”

“Well I saw there was only so much upward mobility as a hypnodomme, at least not without attracting unwelcome attention from the authorities. So I got out of the online business and went macro. I had a few slaves design a new website, create a marketing campaign and I was reborn as a political consultant. And let me tell you darling, I was wildly successful.”

“You didn’t hypnotize the other candidates did you?”

“No, that would have been ambitious, even for me. But campaign managers and political consultants routinely meet with each other, to talk shop when we’re not working, or to lay out the campaigns ground rules when we are on opposite sides. And well, being as beautiful as I am, and knowing so much about how men think and react as I now do, it was child’s play to turn those councils of war into a peak at the other sides cards. And of course my own clients loved me too.”

“It’s like she knew exactly what my opponent was thinking” they’d say, and of course the men who I managed, well let’s just say I managed them in more ways than one. And whether they got elected or not, they were always willing to do a ‘little favor’ for me anytime I asked.

“And now you’re running for governor. Aren’t you afraid some of this will come out?”

“Well you’re the investigative reporter, how much of this did you know before this interview?”

“Nothing for certain, there were rumors, and of course your nicknames, “the black widow, the preying mantis, the dominatrix.”

“How do they spell the praying mantis, like the insect?”

“No, like a predator. At least that’s how I’ve seen it in emails, but it could just be a mistake that’s caught on.”

“Hmm, the dominatrix. I like that one. Soo true. But just rumors?”

“Yes, and never the same, many completely different than the one’s you told me. I like the one where you were the mistress of a Russian billionaire for a year in Moscow and he offered to buy you an island if you stayed.”

“Me too, no one’s offered me an island...yet.”

“So is governor the sum of your ambitions? Or do you plan a run for presidency some day.”

“Actually my goal is to parly the governorship into a tv show on fox news.”

She smiled slyly, damn that was a beautiful smile. I felt my head going cloudy again and shook myself.

“That smile should be illegal” I said.

“It is in some countries.”

“Which ones?”

“Enlightened ones” she answered smoothly.

“So what am I going to do with you?” she asked, mostly to herself.

I hastily backed away.

“I really need to be going” I said.

She leaned back in her chair, pushing aside her bangs so the deep cleavage her dress revealed showed to best advantage. I tried not to look, continuing to back up.

She smiled that devastating smile and crooked her finger at me, beckoning me towards her. Against explicit commands from my brain my feet of their own accord carried me back to her.

Her smile grew wider.

“You don’t want to go.”

“I really do.”

“You want to stay and buy me another drink.”

“I..”

Her beautiful green eyes captured mine, intoxicatingly bright and deep. I tried to look away, it was important to go, had to but couldn’t remember why...”

“Buy me a drink” she said softly

“Kay” I whispered.

“Good boy” she said. I glowed inside. I was a good boy.

“Now buy me some expensive champagne. You can do that for me, can’t you?” Her eyes were pouting, her bright red lips teasing.

“Yes” I whispered hoarsely.

She kissed me lightly on the lips and I was so excited, my cock strained at my belt.

“Such a good boy” and she swatted me lightly on the ass as I eagerly went off to buy her champagne.