Pearl of Wisdom

“Hello, you must be Ben. I am Esha, Priya’s sister. This is a happy coincidence, the bar here is one of the best in town.”

Ben looked up from his slightly too sweet to tell how strong it was cocktail and couldn’t help but smile. The woman standing over him at his booth was… exquisite. 

That was the only word for her; she was simply exquisite. 

It had been hard for Ben, married or not, to not notice the women of Far Green Island, they all seemed to be perfect. The island was a former British colony a good ways off the western coast of India, and near as Ben could tell, it had just slid into independence at some point after World War Two, as it wasn’t a part of India proper and again, as near as he could tell, it never was.

He assumed they’d kept the British/English name for some reason of their own, but whatever the reason was, it was still a terrible name. From the plane the island looked like a verdant green cartoon heart, and from the ground it was a lush, beautiful place with picturesque beaches, glistening cities, and stunning women. But still, the pre-colonial name had to be netter than Far Green Island; a name that sounded like a golf resort.

It really was a terrible name for a lovely place.

But if he had seen beauty on the streets and the beaches, it was nothing compared to the woman standing before him in his hotel’s bar. Every hotel in the city’s downtown was nice, and the one his company had put him up in might have been the nicest one that wasn’t specifically a resort destination. 

“Yes, of course. Thank you for meeting with me,” her smile was radiant, “please sit.”

Her bright green eyes smiled at him, and she brushed her long, thick black hair over her shoulder before setting her large designer bag down. She was wearing a matching deep red skirt and halter in the Indian style, and it showed off her muscular stomach, just like the long slit up her skirt showed off one long firm leg, but nothing about her lean, muscular physique compared to the fact her halter could barely contain her massive breasts. They were a sight, all pushed together by her top, and their size made Ben feel a little inappropriate just recognizing how luscious and beautiful they were.

Her makeup seemed modest, but he couldn’t tell, he could never tell, and she wore thin golden bracelets around her wrists, as well as unadorned golden rings on her fingers, but the style and cut of her clothing and her jewelry was altogether modern. She did not look like a Bollywood character from a period piece, though Ben didn’t really know what that would have looked like either.

Esha sat across from him in the booth and then raised her hand to flag down their waiter. Everyone on the island spoke flawless English, and Ben understood why and how this place had become such an exclusive vacation destination, and middle point for business negotiations. He was here for both, and having had his last official meeting earlier in the day, the next three days would be nothing but drinking and sight seeing disguised as networking and informal meetings.

He’d wanted to bring his wife Nora along with him, but things didn’t line up with childcare, and schedules. But now, having been here once, he’d make a point to try and come back here again with her. Though… it was not a cheap destination.

Still, if things went as well as he thought they had…

“I’m sorry,” Ben had a moment of realization as he stared at the beautiful, impossibly buxom woman sitting across from him, “Priya did tell you…” he fidgeted with his wedding ring.

“Oh,” Esha put her hand on his and stopped him, “yes, of course. And no, this is not a date.” She spoke with a British accent, like everyone on the island, but there was a softness to hers and a musicality to her words he hadn’t heard in anyone else’s voice.

“But,” he felt the softness of her skin and she gave his hand a friendly squeeze, “my sister is always trying. If you look around, you’ll see many of the women here dress in this fashion, while many of them also enjoy more western looks. It’s about comfort more than tradition, but she said you were, and I am sorry to be so blunt, so in love with your wife that I could finally meet an American business man and not have to fight off his advances.”

Ben slowly pulled his hand from hers and took a long drink, then laughed and smiled, “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with that. I know some guys like that, and as soon as they are out of town, they forget how to behave… well, if they even knew how in the first place.”

“Priya was right, you are kind. Tell me, how do you like the island?”

She fixed him with her emerald green eyes as she asked him the question, and she lifted her hand from the table to her chest. Her French tipped nails danced along a very thin golden chain around her neck that he hadn’t noticed before. But in fairness, it was hard to notice anything past her breasts without really staring, and Ben was really making a point not to stare.

“It’s wonderful, everyone here is friendly, the food is delicious, the scenery is beautiful. This place is a paradise. But,” he stopped as the waiter arrived and she ordered one of what he was drinking then asked him if he would like another. He did.

“But, what’s it like to live here? It seems like there’s a lot of tourists and people on business trips.” Her eyes were so vibrant, so alive, that looking into them felt like looking into a friend’s eyes. There was something familiar in their sparkle, something welcoming in their bright green focus on him.

“Oh,” she smiled at his curiosity as she gave a considered and genuine little laugh while her fingers plucked up a single, perfectly spherical, large marble sized pearl dangling from that thin gold chain that disappeared into her halter The sight of the pearl on the thin chain that sat in her pressed together cleavage was a sight to behold. “It’s like any place.”

Of course, Ben didn’t mean to behold it. 

And he didn’t mean to stare at her breasts as she gave the chain a little twist that sent the pearl spinning. Looking at her, seeing those dark, beautiful breasts, and that perfect pearl on that fine thin golden chain, Ben thought that this place had to be like nowhere else. 

They sat there for a moment, and his eyes followed the pearl’s little spinning dance as she tugged on the chain. Ben did his best not to drool over her breasts, but in the silence of the moment, watching the pearl, he couldn’t help but stare. It was a nice and warm, and welcoming sight. It was captivating, and not in a lewd way, in a beautiful, and compelling, sensual way.

Her breasts were perfect, huge and perfect, and he thought there was no way they were real, but it didn’t matter. He just saw the pearl dangle there, framed by their overwhelming, enthralling size and shape, and he watched it spin and swing slightly. 

It was becoming hypnotic, and Ben was starting to forget what they had been talking about, then the waiter came back with their drinks.

How long had they been sitting there in silence? 

How long had he been sitting there, entranced by her spinning pearl and those rising and falling breasts?

She stopped toying with her necklace and took a sip from her drink,  “We do have a quite a few visitors and tourism and outside commerce makes up quite a bit of our economy, but we’ve built ourselves up to be indispensible in some ways, and we have our own smaller industries. Still, no place is perfect, don’t you agree?”

Her eyes were looking deep into his, and he found himself held by her gaze and the softness in her voice. The world seemed quieter now, and the background noise of the bar felt like it was further away. He took another drink, and out of absentminded habit, touched his wedding ring. Her eyes were green pools of warm, welcoming light that swallowed him up for a moment.

Her eyes were smiling at him, holding him still, keeping his focus, and things seemed to slow down in the growing quiet. He couldn’t help but notice her fingers stroke the chain of her necklace, but as she took a small sip, and he felt himself want to do the same thing, the moment ended.

It was always a danger to fall in love with your vacation spot, but Ben was more worried about falling into Esha’s cleavage. He wasn’t looking, he’d pulled his gaze away with the last drink, but it was hard to ignore the little shifts of motion as she kept playing with the chain, or now, toying with the pearl itself. 

She was rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger as her eyes stayed locked on his, and it felt like a challenge. Could he match her stare again, or did he feel the need to look at what her fingers were doing?

Esha was silent as she waited for his response, but her fingers kept moving, and his eye caught a glimpse of the sparkling golden designs on her deep red halter. 

She was, he felt, maybe too dressed up for what this was supposed to be, and he wondered what else Priya, the woman who’d been his local partner on this merger, had told her sister.

Priya was a great co-worker, easy to talk to, easy to work with, and Ben had found her both very agreeable, and also easy to agree with when she made a point or had a strong idea.

Ben also wondered if they were actually sisters, since they did not look that much alike. Priya was shorter and her skin and hair were lighter, and they had very different noses. Priya’s was small and slightly upturned, and Ben noticed it because of how she wore her glasses, but Esha’s nose was larger and somewhat hawkish, and her skin was considerably darker. But the truth was, he didn’t know if the difference in their skin tone was a tan or actual genetics, because he didn’t know anything about people from this part of the world.

There was a similarity in their movements though, they were both graceful and seemed purposeful in everything they did. Priya also had, what anyone would call a great rack, but not to the same extent as Esha’s. Ben had noticed Priya’s chest, but he hadn’t thought about his co-worker’s breasts until now.

They were large, but they were small compared to her sister’s.

“Well,” he’d kept his eyes mostly on hers by the time he finally answered. 

It had only been a few seconds, or had it really only been a few seconds, but the test of those gently rising and falling breasts that were all pushed together in her top and the smooth pearl rolling between her fingers had made it seem much longer. 

Or maybe… maybe it had been much longer, “Every place has its problems. I’m from Connecticut, and the winters are too cold, and the summers are too humid.”

The pearl dropped from her fingers and his eyes fell to it on reflexive instinct, following the motion as it bounced down onto the stretched fabric of her top. 

 “Now Ben,” she chuckled, “have you had a chance to enjoy the island yet? Have you seen any of the sights, or has it all been work for you?” 

She folder her fingers on the table, then tented and folded, then refolded them over and over as she spoke. It really didn’t help Ben’s focus that her posture was perfect, which meant her chest was sticking out over her ever-moving fingers.

“It’s been work since I got here, but starting tonight I get to enjoy myself properly, and maybe find an excuse to do so light work. Priya didn’t tell me anything about you. What do you do?”

“Oh, well, after graduate school I spent a few years in public relations, working for a tech company in Toronto, and then I came home to take a job in our government doing much the same thing.”

Her voice had taken on a slower and less conversational cadence, It felt like everything she said was a question and a statement all at once, and every word fell in time with her hands moving. Ben found his focus dipping from her emerald green eyes down to her hands, and her pearl, and the gold designs on her red halter, and of course, her gently rising and falling breasts.

Each word, each thought, each breath pulled him into her softness, and pulled him into the motion of her fingers and her pearl, pulling his attention more and more towards those rising and falling, soft, warm, heavy and full breasts.

 He sat in silence watching her breathe, seeing the smooth, perfect pearl right between her tits. The gold on the halter caught the light of the hotel bar, and as she shifted slightly while her breasts rose and fell, and rose and fell as he stared in silence, blinking as his eyelids started to feel strangely heavy.

He felt himself blink, and his shoulders sank down just a little bit. He didn’t realize he was tense or nervous, but in the silence, in the soft silence of her slowly rising and falling breasts, and the gentle roll of that perfect pearl, so round and smooth, smoothly rolling, and rising and falling, and he felt his breath slow just a little, just enough to feel himself really sit back and relax.

“You really should just relax Ben, you’re still in work mode. You should be on vacation,” her voice rose as she spoke, taking on more energy until she looked deep into his eyes, “you should really just relax and enjoy the sights.”

With those last words her voice softened again, and the slight, easy shift of her words made him blink and feel just a little heavier and more relaxed in his seat.

 Still, ben felt bad about having accidentally started to stare at her breasts for so long, and told himself he wouldn’t do it again. He blinked away the heaviness in his eyes, then took a drink to buy some time and remember what they were talking about.

Her bright green eyes met his and he smiled at her smile, “Do you… uh… do you want to stay in government?”

She broke her gaze from his and looked down at her drink as she removed the straw before she took another sip from the glass. 

“I think so, yes. Women have been leading our government and setting our national conversation for the last eighty years, and I feel like there are many doors open for me there. How about you, what is your great ambition Ben?”

He drank and she drank, “I think I’m supposed to want to get very rich and retire early, but I like all this. I like the day to day of helping to steer the ship, and I like the big moments when it all comes together. It all feels, I guess it feels like something, like I’m actually doing something with my life.”

“You like being away from your wife, don’t you?” She took another sip of her drink and resumed toying with her pearl in the same way, rolling ii between her fingers causing it to shift back and forth, tugging at his focus and pulling his gaze back to her breasts again and again.

Now the pearl rolled from the tip of her thumb, down to the webbing and then back. She would also hold it still for a moment at the tip for her thumb before slowly rolling it back and forth, starting small, and then rolling it wider and wider.

“I wouldn’t say that.” He made a choice to meet her gaze and smile. 

Her eyes were so soft and so green. They were so gentle and bright, and they felt safer than her inviting, heavy breasts… that were rising and falling with her deep, steady, slow breath, deep, and steady and relaxing and slow like his own breath.

He felt himself sink down into his chair again, and for a moment, just a moment he felt like closing in his eyes.

Then, Ben was looking deep into her eyes, watching the pearl move at his periphery, and then he was staring at her chest again, watching that heavy, warm, relaxing rise and fall, and rise and fall and, “I…” he felt his eyes fluttering and his head tilting down, and it was… what was he talking about… “I don’t like being away from her, I wanted to bring her, but the kid and…”

He was trying not to close his eyes, and he was trying not to look at her tits, and he was trying to keep the conversation going, and her soft laugh, and the soft touch of her hand on his brought him back into her bright green eyes. 

“No, no,” her voice was even softer and apologetic for a moment, then it returned to its normal conversational timbre, “I meant to say that you like being your own man, you enjoy it. It is very natural and American of you to feel so driven by your work.”

She lifted the pearl up just a touch and instead of rolling it between her fingers, she pinched it from the bottom between her thumb and middle finger to roll it up an down, resting her hand on her breast as she did so.

“Your people have a tendency to concentrate yourselves into one thing. You concentrate on defining yourself on an outside action, on something you do, but you miss the forest through the trees. You concentrate so intently on one action that you think defines yourself, like a job or a relationship, that you do not see, you do not concentrate fully only what is in front of you.” 

It felt like her cleavage was right in front of him now, and he was dedicated to not staring at it, but his eye was still led by the motion of the pearl, and his eyelids were getting heavier, and the undeniable, sensual beauty of her breasts wasn’t easy to deny.

Plus her hand was still on his, and he felt her warm, soft skin and the heaviness of her touch as she let it rest on his.

“You do not see that you are a focused person, a concentrated and motivated person,” she dropped the pearl, and reached for her drink and squeezed his hand in hers.  

“Deep down inside, you are all active and ambitious, it is the American way, always moving, always doing, always so industrious. But when you think of who you are, you never think of yourself that way.”

Ben slid his hand away from hers, and while she didn’t try to hold his hand, she left hers resting on his, so he felt the caress of her fingers as he pulled away to take another drink.

“I am sorry, I should remember that Americans are not as casual with touch as we are.” 

Esha brought her hand from the table and then looped her finger through the chain. She started to toy with it, tugging the chain back and forth, making the pearl rise up and down in little bobs right above her breasts.

“You are a very external people,” her voice was light, and her words flowed slowly, gently, steadily washing over him in waves of welcoming, encouraging relaxation, “everything outside, everything outward. It does make you able to truly focus, to concentrate out, and take in so much.”

Every observation was inviting him to agree, and to just follow her. The confidence in her statements, the logic all called out to him and welcomed him to just agree with those thoughts. Soft and welcoming and warm and relaxing as her breasts rising and falling, rising and falling just like the bobbing pearl, flawless and perfect, just like her logic.

Esha made it so easy for him to concentrate outwardly, to focus on what was in front of him, to take it all in. He wasn’t looking inward, he wasn’t reflecting, he was just focused on what was in front of him, focused on her.

Then, slowly, he took a deep breath, and blinked, then sat up a little straighter. It was impossible for Ben to keep staring at her breasts, but it was also impossible for him to look away. Every time he made himself look back up into her eyes, that warm, welcoming green met him and swallowed him up in their light, making everything feel okay.

Her eyes told him it was okay to just relax and sink into the moment, it was okay to watch the motion of the smooth white pearl, it was okay for Ben to follow it down to her smooth, dark, massive breasts.

He was getting so… sleepy… heavy… his brain felt slow, and he wondered if the drinks were stronger than he thought, but he wasn’t a lightweight, and this was only his second one. For two drinks to make him feel this way, there was no way to hide the how strong they would really have to be.

“It make you build up so much inside of yourselves, all of that external focus,” her voice was getting softer and Ben felt himself lean in a little closer to hear her.

“It makes you achieve this bottlenecks, this concentration of emotional energy and focus that you need to fit into certain ideas of yourself, but I see that I’m simply talking at you, not to you, hoping you will listen, taking for granted how you are prone to concentrate so outwardly.” 

She stopped toying with the pearl and untangled her finger from the chain, then gently pushed it down between her breasts and her halter, making it disappear from sight. His eyes followed Esha’s fingers as she brushed then across her collarbone and then to subconsciously toy with her hair.

But as her hand moved up, her eyes swallowed his focus, and he was swimming in a sea of green.

“I should not be demanding your focus this way while I lecture you about your own culture, especially when I see you trying to take what I am saying to heart. Listening and paying attention, but hearing so much and losing track of this and that. You’re a very polite man Ben, and a much better listener than many men I know. I’m glad to be out here with you. Especially…”

She shifted and put her elbow on the table, then rested her cheek on her palm, “…because your mind is clearly still in work mode. I see it in your eyes. I see you listening, internalizing, and understanding me, even if you do not hear everything I am saying. Yes, you are still in work mode, but you are so focused and relaxed, listening, looking deep into my eyes now, you are becoming unfocused. Focused and unfocused, listening, when you are not hearing, but it is plane, you are happy to be here with me too, and that is good, because if you let me, I will help you get into vacation mode.”

She teased tugging on the chain again, her eyes dropping down to her hand, then back up into his eyes, smiling as she did. 

“I see you absorbing everything I say, and storing it, not to think about now, but to understand now. It’s so you can understand me, what to say to me, how to think about how I think, so you can speak to me in my own way. It’s very good to be open and to listen, you are so focused Ben, and since you concentrate on your job so much, and your mind is still in work mode, it means you are completely concentrated on me, aren’t you? Yes, you are, but you are still thinking too much for yourself to really be able to relax and enjoy your vacation. And don’t you want to finally relax? I can help you if you let me. I can help you stop thinking so much and just be here, in the moment, relaxed and open, so you can truly, deeply relax and enjoy yourself here.”

Her other hand traced the rim of her glass, but since she was leaning forward it meant her tits were practically on the table as she spoke. Ben found himself drawn to her finger on the glass, then to her breasts as she took a long, deep, slow breath that made them rise and then fall.

It would be nice to just turn that work side of his brain off.

It would be nice to stop thinking so critically and strategically.

Esha was right, he did internalize what people said, and he did chance himself to better work with them, and to understand how they thought. It was what made him good at what he did, but it really would be nice turn that part of himself and just relax.

Ben wanted to just relax, and Esha was a very relaxing, very soothing presence. It was easy to just look deep into her eyes, so deep into the warm, sparkling green of her eyes, eyes that said it was okay.

It was okay to stare at her breasts. To just do what all Americans like himself did, to focus on what was in front of him, to focus outwardly, and she was outwardly in front of him.

“Wouldn’t you like me to help you relax and really begin your vacation?’

He thought about what she was saying, and he felt his eyes close for a second, just a second. He could just close his eyes for a second.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to just relax even more now? To stop working and just go on vacation from everything else?” 

Esha was right.

He was in work mode, and he was concentrating completely on her. He was absorbing everything she was saying, and he was internalizing it, taking it all in and taking her in the same way he did when he met a new person for the job.

“Aren’t you ready to stop thinking, and to let me help you relax so much more?”

He just wanted to relax more.

“I’d like that.”

Ben opened his eyes at the sound of his own voice and he felt very confused for a second. What had he just said?

 “Oh there you are,” she left out a soft giggle and batted her eyes at him, pulling him back into the bright green of her gaze as he blinked a few more times and tried to focus.

“Sorry, I…” He felt distant from himself, disassociated from the moment, but he felt good. He felt pleasantly warm and heavy, so warm and heavy and slowly breathing, slow and warm and heavy like her breasts rising up and down in her halter.

His eyes were getting so much heavier, and he wasn’t looking into her eyes anymore.

 “I can see you are so concentrated and built up, and you do need this release, and I would love to help you enter vacation mode and turn of your working mind. I can see your ideas of this outer identity bottlenecked in how to answer. Just think of what it is to have a work mode, and a vacation mode, how different they would feel, how different it would be for you to externally be these things, and how they work from the outside in.” 

Her glass moved to the side slightly, and he found himself staring with an unobstructed view at her incredible breasts again. His eyes were drawn from just her beautiful breasts back to the golden chain that was almost swallowed between her pushed together tits.

Ben sat there, caught in the silence and the softness of her breasts, his eyes blinking as he thought of who and what he was when he worked. Always thinking, always making decisions, always measuring everything out. Him on vacation would be the opposite of that, whatever that was.

 He thought about what she was saying, and he felt the press of his words, his ideas, and his answers stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something with some value, or some actual merit, but she was right, everything inside was in a bottleneck. 

Ben couldn’t find the way to say what he wanted to say, and he didn’t even know what that was.

“Here,” her fingers brushed down the chain, “you need to relax, you need to open yourself up to me, externally, so I can help you release your pent up anxieties, and identities, and all of the conflicting business in your mind. You’re on vacation now. Your work is done now. You’re here with me now, being a charming companion, and listening so intently. You can concentrate on that, concentrate on me, and you can concentrate on how good it feels to know that you are relaxing and enjoying yourself with me. I see your little smile, I know you’re happy. Feel happy now Ben, find it inside as you find me outside.”

He felt a tug at the corners of his mouth and realized he was smiling a little bit more, and he watched as she stopped leaning on her palm and sat upright again. The good, warm feeling he’d been swimming in started to grow, and when he closed his eyes for a second, just another second, it felt good.

“Ben, that’s it, that’s right, feel how happy you are, but look at me, focus on me, so I can guide you inside, otherwise you’ll just get lost.”

He opened his eyes again, and when Esha pulled the pearl free from her breasts, Ben’s eyes, his heavy sleepy eyes followed it up, and then back and forth as she started to roll it between her finger and her thumb once again.

“You are happy to relax Ben, happy to continue to relax and listen to me, to enjoy yourself, to just be on vacation now. It is a pear of wisdom as the say, it is why I wear this necklace, my pearl of wisdom, to just focus on the moment, only the moment, to be in the moment now, with me Ben, is that not wise? Is that not what you want to do Ben? You see the wisdom in that, see the pearl and find my wisdom making so much sense now. It is wise to just take a vacation from all your thoughts, all your mental tensions, and all of your other obligations, even though you love them? Don’t you want to feel that bottleneck of words and ideas, loosen?” 

Esha had started to slowly, deceptively slowly move her wrist as she rolled her pearl, and it caused Ben’s tired, heavy eyes to have to move more, following that little pearl of wisdom until it came to a stop just above her breasts when she asked her final question.

‘Don’t you want to just let all your bottled up, pent up thoughts and energy flow freely now? Don’t you want to just relax, relax and let go? Doesn’t that sound good?”

He wanted to relax and let go. 

“It does Esha,“ he was tired of trying to navigate his gaze, and his thoughts, and everything else. He felt the bottleneck loosen just enough, “I am ready to be on vacation…”

He felt like a plug in his brain came loose as he said those words, like getting over a hump at work, or writer’s block for a memo or an important email., “…I’m ready… to…”

He had looked up into her eyes again, guided by some subtle shift in her body language that he didn’t consciously notice, and was staring deep into the green softness that always swallowed up any of his wandering thoughts or doubts, but as he spoke, the motion of her wrist grew more and more pronounced again, and his eyes, and his words fell down, down towards the pearl and her breast and…

“Relax. Just relax Ben.”

He watched her breasts rise and fall. 

“You are my guest now.”

Her voice was so soft and quiet, soft as her huge, pressed together tits that he could not bring himself to look away from. 

“I am helping you now. “

He let out a long, slow, relaxing, deep breath and felt his mind go quiet.

“You are a guest in my country, in my own world now. You do not have to choose, or decide, or worry over anything now. Is it not a pearl of wisdom, yes Ben look at my pearl, to allow those who know more, those who are experts to be the experts and to take the lead? Delegate to me, and just relax now. You are ready for this, ready to continue to relax into your happiness as I tae the lead. Close your eyes and just relax now. Listen with your ears as your eyes just sleep for a moment, they are rather heavy, too heavy to keep open, don’t you agree Ben?”

He felt his chin drop, and he felt his tired, heavy eyelids starting to close.

“Relax and listen, nothing is wrong, everything is right, just relax Ben, relax and listen to my wisdom as my pearl helps you. Relax and let your eyes sleep while your mind listens. It is easier to listen than it is to decide, or to think, or even to speak, especially as your mind is all pent up, so very pent up isn’t it?”

His eyes closed, and he fell into the kind of necessary, welcome depths of sudden sleep, falling into a moment of darkness just like falling asleep at his desk when he was too tired to focus anymore.

“…is… hear… closer, yes… open…”

Ben opened his eyes, “I can barely hear you, I’m sorry. I… I think I…”

She was leaning over the table, and as his eyes opened they found her beautiful pearl framed again by the incredible sight of her dark, beautiful, full breasts, close to spilling out now, barely contained by her halter.

“Should a tired mind not rest? Is that not another pearl of wisdom? Scoot over and I will sit next to you, so you can hear me better. Do this for me Ben. You think this is the right idea don’t you?”

He felt himself move closer to the wall, sliding down of the bench of the booth without any meditation or consideration of the his actions.

“Thank you, now let your eyes sleep as your ears and your mind listen. This is so easy, and so relaxing, this feels so good, it is so comforting now. Sleep to listen, sleep to relax. Close your eyes now, close your eyes and sleep Ben.”

He didn’t close his eyes, at least not at first.

“Your eyes are so tired, your mind is so full, it’s too full,” her fingertip brushed the chain of her necklace and he stared at her full breasts yet again through fluttering eyelids. 

He felt so passive, and so docile, and he was aware of it. 

“Just close your eyes and listen in sleep Ben. It’s what you need.”

Esha was right, and it was what he needed.

But…

He felt confused about himself, and what was happening, but no one thought could escape the bottleneck. No one idea could take shape. His mind was too busy, and it was also too tired to think anymore, and her voice was too soft, just like her breasts were too big, and her logic was too simple and straightforward to deny.

His eyes had closed, then opened, then closed again, only to flutter open and meet her gaze, just to sink into the bright green pools of her voice as she said, “Sleep… sleep Ben.”

He sat in the booth with his eyes closed, between asleep and awake. It was just like being in those middle moments of long flights, barely under the surface and close enough to dreaming where everything began and ended at once.

“Ben, just listen and relax,” he felt Esha sit next to him and then lean into him to whisper in his ear. He felt her warmth, and he felt her soft, large breasts press into his arm while her voice floated into his ear. 

“There is nothing for you to do, just listen and relax. You are not doing anything now. You are not making any choices, you are going on vacation, and a real vacation for you is a journey away from who you are. Concentrate on that, feel yourself drift away from responsibility and from reason because you are burdened by how reasonable and responsible you are. Those are huge thoughts in the bottle neck of your mind and self. Feel the pressure of the bottleneck of thoughts, and feel it as it works outward. Feel it building up, making you so pent up. It’s natural Ben.”

He felt her hand snake between his legs, “Remember that you aren’t doing anything. And that means you aren’t doing anything wrong.”

“Esha I… no, I…” he was growing under her touch, which was over his shorts, but she didn’t stop, she kissed his neck and stroked him with just a hint more purpose.  

“You are not doing anything. You are not letting this happen, you are not resisting this, you are doing nothing Ben. You are on vacation now, a nice, relaxing vacation where you have no thoughts and no choices, and not responsibilities. But it cannot fully start until your pent up bottle neck of thought and self is released.”

She kissed his neck again, and he felt her warmth pouring into him as her hand kept stroking, while her heavy breasts pushed against him. 

“Luckily it is externalized now, and it is so much more natural to feel it all pent up here. And you are being helped by me, Ben. I am helping you to release everything that has you so mentally and physically pent up, and you are doing nothing, because it wouldn’t be a vacation for you, if you were still the one to do everything.”

He let out a whimper of pleasure as her hand worked his cock through the thin layer of his light shorts and boxers. 

“From the moment you first saw me, you have felt me pulling on this pent up energy, inspiring you with different feelings, and different thoughts of yourself. Making you think too much, and wonder too much, and choose too much, when you are already over burdened by your way of being. Being one thing or another on the outside, while all of this was building up on the inside while we spoke. It’s natural Ben, natural to not be able to reconcile yourself, so that is why you need to be released now to take a vacation from yourself, and all of your reason and responsibilities now.”

His eyes opened, and he tried to move to push her away, but she just pressed into him more fully, and gave his growing, stiffening cock a gentle squeeze. 

“Esha please… this is… wrong, I’m married, I…”

“You are far away, you are on a vacation from your self. You are in between waking and dreaming, free Ben, free to be nothing, to relax and sleep now, sleep Ben, stop fighting, stop trying, stop being, and sleep.”

She rubbed her tits against his arm while leaning more heavily into him, all while her hand kept its same dedicated massaging pace while her voice smothered his sleepy, disoriented and bottled up thoughts with the same irresistible softness.

Ben’s eyes closed and he felt himself let out a sigh and sink into her grasp, but he couldn’t just give in. He couldn’t just…

“Look into my eyes Ben, see the deep green, see the welcoming, bright sparkle, look.” His eyes stumbled into hers, unfocused as they were, and found he could not escape their warmth. 

“Yes, you are just looking, and there is nothing wrong with looking. You look and see all the time without choice. You look, and see, and even feel all the time without choice. Feel my hand, and look into my eyes, and listen. You hear my words, my pearls of wisdom without choosing to listen, you are doing nothing now, you are just being. And you were just being when my breasts caught your eye. You were just being when my perfect pearl fascinated you. You are doing nothing now. Nothing but sinking into my eyes, deep and green and turning to black, deep black sleep. You are on vacation, you are far away from yourself, sleep and rest and relax. Isn’t that what feels so good right now?”

Ben wanted to say it was her hand rubbing his cock that felt good, but that was far too complex a thought for him to put together.

He started to blink, and he thought he was struggling to keep his eyes open, but Ben was really struggling to close them. Her touch was wonderful, and terrible, teasing him and compelling his arousal, stiffening him up until he was at a full throb of an erection in his shorts, and it did feel good. He was far away from everything, far away from himself, doing nothing, because he wasn’t stopping it, or letting it happen, everything just was. 

It felt so good.

“So good to close your eyes and sleep. It’s the only way your mind can find peace. It’s the only way you can lose yourself in your relaxing, perfect vacation here. Just sleep Ben, just close your eyes and sleep now.”

His eyes closed and his head tilted towards her.

“Yes Ben, that’s it. Your mind listens while your eyes sleep, and the bottleneck of self is so full, and so pent up, I am going to release the jammed up pressure of your sense of self, and everything inside your mind, the built up, pent up tension of your self, of you identity will gush out finally. You will gush out, unstuck, and every concern about identity, about who you are outside will explode from inside, leaving you free and clear, empty of all external cares and worries. And Ben, it is already starting to happen.”

He grunted and groaned, a sleepwalker at the table, moaning softly only for her to har, and he felt the inevitable closing in.

“I am the deep pressure forcing its way up, pushing everything up. From the moment you saw me, I awoke these deep desire inside of you. I am there in your inner most self, I am the building desire, the building need to release everything. My breasts, my eyes, my voice, my pearl of wisdom leading you to the simple truth that my beauty and my sexuality are undeniable. You could do nothing, just look. You can do nothing, just feel. Feel my tits, feel my voice, feel my touch, feel me inside of you, and feel me taking the lead. Feel my control. The self is control, a vacation from self is a vacation from self control.”

Then it happened. He came in his pants, and as he did, the spell was broken.

“What the fu…”

With her free hand Esha put her finger to his lips, and kept working his cock,  

“Don’t you feel so empty, don’t you feel so free and open with everything else out of you, out of the way, opening you up to just be?”

Her voice was soft, but her words came quickly, denying him a chance to think, or respond, or even catch up to her. 

“Be here, be with me, be quiet and listen, and look and feel, because that is doing nothing, and you desperately need to do nothing on your vacation. Nothing Ben, you are doing nothing, you are capable of doing nothing, no more arguing, no more thinking, since that isn’t what you want. You want what I want, because you are away from your self, you are in my world now, you re in my control.”

She was all over him, and her breasts were pressed against his arm and his chest while she stroked his face and spoke, silencing him with her soft voice, smothering him with her closeness and her words, each one burying him under the surreal weight of the experience, while her eyes held him captivated and enthralled, pulling the purpose from his voice and his thoughts until he closed his eyes and sank into her.

Her hand was still between his legs, but he was soft and limp in his mess of an orgasm.

“You are not unfaithful, you are not breaking your promises, those are actions, those are things that are done. You are doing nothing. You are on vacation from yourself, you are on vacation from choice, and identity, because who we are is what we do, yes that is a pearl of wisdom, a pearl dangling in front of my breasts, remember. Remember the pearl, remember my tits, memory is a reflex, not a choice, remember the pearl, the pearl is the truth, the pearl is wisdom. Identity is choice and deed, identity is action, and without action you are nothing, and since you are doing nothing, you are nothing. And Ben can be nothing, but nothing cannot be Ben, so be nothing now Ben, and do nothing now.”

She slid away from him ever so slightly, and caressed his face. “Your eyes open and they see my breasts, only my pearl and my breasts now. It simply happens because I am doing this to you, and you are doing nothing.”

Ben’s eyes opened as his mind disassociated from everything that had just happened, having willingly accepted her logic again. He did see her breasts rising and falling slowly and evenly with her breath, and after a few moments he was breathing in time with her, in time with the rise and fall of her chest.

There was nothing else, just the pearl on its thin gold chain and her tits.

“You are calm and you are blank. This is what you are, it is not a choice. You are calm and blank, you are relaxed and happy, perfectly content with me, perfectly content and docile. You do not choose, you simply are. You have no control over what I do to you, because you have no control. You have no control over me, and I have complete control over everything because you are in my world. You are out of your world and you are in mine, and you know that it is best to trust the experts, and I am the expert here. You are not, you are nothing here, that is why when I take you to your room you will follow without choice, because it is happening to you and that is what it means to be under my power. Everything tonight has and will happen to you, and you will do nothing. You have no choice or influence in the matter.”

She kissed him then, long and deep, “You can do nothing wrong, because you can do nothing Ben. This is not wrong, there is no wrong now, no broken promises now, there is only my power.”

Ben found himself floating in a dissociative fog as she left some money on the table then handed him her large purse to hold in front of his crotch as she led him from the bar to the hotel’s elevators.

He found himself pressing the button to his floor, then leading her down the hall, still covering the mess on his crotch with her bag, and then opened his room with the key and led her in.

All while this was happening she held his hand and softly, gently whispered commands and directions right into his mind. Then, once they were in his hotel room, she kissed him again, and…

He was stepping out of the shower and couldn’t remember what was happening.

Had he been drugged? 

What day was it?

Wasn’t het just at the bar with…

Where was his wedding ring?

Naked and wet, he stepped into the main room and then stopped dead in his tracks.

“Hello Ben, feeling much cleaner now aren’t we? Clean, and relaxed?” 

A beautiful, dark skinned, tremendously buxom woman in a long red skirt and matching red halter stood up from the edge of his bed and looked deep into his eyes. He was dumbstruck. “You shouldn’t… I can’t… why…what’s… I don’t know what this is… I don’t… I… who are you?”

He dropped his hands over his crotch in an attempt at modesty and he was going to try and put his thoughts together to say more, but…

She was walking towards him, her hips swaying, arms outstretched to either side, her torso shifting as those bright green eyes looked into his, looked through him and held him still. She was moving like a belly dancer, her arms flowing outward, then in, her body continuing its shifts, and all the light in the room was captured by her rings and bracelets, and by the golden patterns on her halter.

Esha, Ben thought, that was her name.

He met her for drinks because…

She took a few steps towards him, then one step back, beckoning him with one hand, like she was pulling a rope. And one hand over the next she continued to pull, the gesture ending with both hands brushing softly across the tops of her breasts. Then her wrists twirled and her arms waved before she started another pulling motion that made him take a step forward despite himself.

They’d had a few drinks downstairs, she was his co-worker’s sister, but what were they doing up here, and why hadn’t he remembered coming back here.

He felt his cock nudge his hand as it came to life, and he stood spellbound by her dance as on hand moved across her face, serpent-like before moving back to her breasts, but this time it plucked the pearl up, and she started to roll it in her fingers… again.

He remembered staring at her tits across the table, watching the pearl move in her fingers…

Why was he naked, why was he…

Ben felt like he was trying to reach out to his memories through a tangible fog, and as he tried to hold on to them, he felt himself not wanting to. He wanted to forget. Whatever was in there, he didn’t want to remember, and as she danced and moved, he was finding it much easier and more enjoyable to simply stop trying.

This times, as she played with her pearl of wisdom, her entire body rolled and shifted and swayed back and forth with the motions, and every movement made Ben’s cock grow harder and his mind get emptier.

“Esha, I can’t do this…”

He didn’t know if he meant having this woman that was not his wife in his room, or if he meant he couldn’t resist whatever she was doing to him.

It didn’t matter, he knew he couldn’t do anything. 

“No,” her voice was light and sweet, “you cannot do anything Ben. You cannot even remember why you feel this way. You can do nothing, you can only watch and feel, and you cannot choose to feel, or see, you only see what you are seeing, and feeling what it makes you feel. You can do nothing else now, you are nothing else now. Nothing Ben, you are nothing.”

When he had stepped out of the shower, the lights in his mind had turned on just a little bit and the spell had been somewhat broken, but he wasn’t free of its hold.

Ben’s memory was in pieces and the mist rolled over his mind, and in a moment of clarity, he felt it all fall back into place. He saw her dance, not choosing, not deciding, not acting, he was not active, he was not decisive, he had no power.

It was so clear.

Ben stared at Esha’s breasts as she danced towards him, and he knew he was in her power.

The light in his eyes dimmed and the light in hers sparkled brighter. She beckoned to him, performing the pulling on the rope motion again and again, “I am pulling you to me Ben, I am in control, and everything I do is only what I do to you. You do nothing, obedience is not a choice, it is not an action Ben, doing what I command is doing nothing, now I command you to come here and kneel.”

She swayed back to the bed and sat on the edge of it, and he dropped to his knees at her feet.

“Feel yourself as you are now, so relaxed and free from through, so at ease and free from reason and responsibility.” 

Esha spread her legs as she spoke, and one long muscular leg slid from the slit in her skirt as she rested it on his shoulder.

“The vacation from the self is the vacation from action and choice.”

She pulled her skirt away from her other leg and then lifted  her leg to rest on his other shoulder. Slowly, she started to finger herself under her black, silk panties. 

“You think of yourself as what you do, and now, so far away from home, so far away from what you know, you are in my world and in my power. Your head is between my legs, and my voice is in your empty head. You aren’t doing anything wrong Ben. But, it would be wrong for you to try and be yourself when you’re on vacation from everything you are, and everything that defines the world and the life your tired mind needs to escape.”

She slid her panties to the side, and without a word, used her foot to tug gently on the back of his neck, leading his face towards her pussy. He had to shift on his knees to move towards her, and he almost leaned in to kiss it, feeling her pull, feeling the power emanating from her, and the absence of his own self in that moment, but he stopped.

“No,” he blinked “this isn’t…. I’m married, I don’t want…”

She put her hand on top of his head and pulled him in, closer. His body didn’t resist, but he put his hands up to stop himself before his lips made contact with her.

“You are so far away from that person now. You are so far away from those responsibilities that define your identity, so far away from wanting anything other than what I give you. I am the expert here, you are nothing here. Is it now wise Ben, is it not a pearl of wisdom to listen to me and just relax again.”

The pearl dangled down in front of his eyes, and she started to twist the chain, causing it spin, and then slowly swing in a small arc back and forth.

“You are doing nothing wrong, you are doing nothing. I am doing everything to you, and you have no choice and no control over what I do. You are on a vacation Ben, just relax.”

His eyes blinked and he felt them getting so heavy and sleepy. Part of him remembered this happening down at the bar, but he couldn’t put it together. He couldn’t do anything, he wasn’t doing anything.

He was just…

She was warm, and slick, and wet, and she stroked the back of his head as his mouth moved, kissing and sucking and licking. His hands hung limp at his sides now, his body felt heavy and warm, and he was in a dream, tasting her pleasure. 

Her hands were on the back of his head as she leaned back and let out a deep, powerful sigh. He tasted her cum as she pushed on the back of his head, shoving his face into her. His body moved without resistance, and while he didn’t stop himself, he did not choose to do what he was doing. It just happened to him, and while it was not inspired, Esha seemed to revel in it.

Then it was done, and she stood up, towering over him as his chin dipped down and his eyes closed. Ben was, in his own mind, running away from himself. Things kept sparking to life, moments of awareness, of individuality, thoughts of his wife and child, but then the fog would wash over him and he would lose everything that was him, forgetting who he was as he became nothing.

She leaned in close, put her pointer finger under his chin, and tilted his head up to make him look into her bright green eyes, “What did you just do Ben?”

He blinked and felt cold shame creep through his body, “I cheated on my wife… I…”

She shook her head and spoke with the softest, most gentle and understanding voice, “No you didn’t, you did nothing, you can do nothing. It says so much about the character of who you are that you think you would or could do that, when you can do nothing now. Are you at work? Is this work now Ben?”

He felt his dark feeling fade as quickly as they came, swallowed by the light in her eyes, and smothered by the softness of her massive breasts as they rose and fell in front of his face. 

That perfect pearl of wisdom was back around her neck, and he suddenly felt like he was not as wise as her, not as worldly as her, and that gave her all the control.

“No, this…” his foggy mind blinked, refusing to submerge, and to just sleep, but the little moments of light gave shape to his words, “…this isn’t work.”

“And,” she leaned in closer to stroke his head with her other hand and put her tits in his face, “are you at home now?”

That was an absurd question.

Why was that an absurd question?

“No.”

She let go of his head and whispered in his ear, “Then you must be on vacation, and there’s no point in taking a vacation from yourself if you’re going to try and be yourself. I’m sad that so much of your internal and external life is building up, making you so pent up again, this time I’ll make sure you’re completely drained and relieved.”

Esha pulled his head to her breasts, “You feel so much better when I relax you. It felt so good, and this time will feel even better, and make you even more relaxed. Plus…”

She pushed him to the floor and straddled his chest, “You cannot stop me. The parts of you that are all pent up, fighting with each other to come out, some of them are denying this, some are begging for it, but you are what you do, and you can do nothing, so once again Ben, you truly are nothing, and everything that happens to you is out of your control.”

“Everything you do is a reflex, not a choice, and that includes obeying me,” she pulled her long black hair to the side, then slowly pulled her halter up over her head, freeing her breasts bounce, naked in front of his eyes.

“Looking is a reflex,” her torso shifted from side to side as her arms started to weave in her belly dancers patterns again. He felt her hips shifting as well, but as her tits started to jiggle, bounce, and sway, he found himself blinking, becoming disconnected from the feeble amounts of awareness he had been showing.

“Feeling is a reflex, and what I show you, I show you to make you feel, and you feel so relaxed, and so aroused as you watch me now. Watch my breasts, because watching is seeing, and you are seeing what I show you, you are feeling what I am making you feel, and you are doing nothing.”

Her hands wove back and forth in front of her breasts, and she leaned down to have them dangle over his face, “What are you doing?”

He saw what she showed him, “Seeing and feeling.”

The breasts lowered down, and gently started to sway back and forth. He watched them as they moved, his eyes followed them, and as they jiggled in their dark perfection, he found his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

“You do not do those things Ben, those are reactions, they are reflexes, what are you doing Ben?”

“Nothing.” 

That one word escaped his lips so easily that it made her giggle.

Inside, his brain had been battling her logic, trying to deny her rationales and her arguments, but repetition, and her massive breasts had broken that counter train of thought. His agreement to her logic in this state, at this moment, was a more meaningful defeat than his passive surrender to her handjob in the hotel bar.

“Very good Ben, you are doing nothing. You are not cheating on your wife, you are not acting out of character, you are not doing anything wrong, because…”

She left the idea hanging there and then sat up, her hands cupping her breasts, massaging them and squeezing their enormous size together, pushing and rolling them in her hands as his eyes started to close down, getting heavier and heavier.

“…Nothing.”

He tried to say he was doing nothing, but only that word came out, that peaceful, guilt erasing denial of self and responsibility made everything else fade away.

She stroked his face, “Yes, and you feel so relaxed and so at peace, so free from the noise and chaos of your internalized battles for self and identity. But you are still pent up, you are still swollen with all that you are, building in the bottleneck again, throbbing for external release again. And you cannot release it, because you cannot do anything. I must drain you like before.”

She stood up and slid down her panties, then put her foot on his chest, “When I take my foot off of you, you will stand up, and then you will lie flat on the bed, flat on your back, like you are now, but I will not do what can be done in comfort, on the hard ground.”

She let him feel her weight for a moment, before stepping off of him, then making the pulling of the rope motion again, leading him up to his feet. Ben stood, took two steps to the bed, and did as he was told.

Esha descended on him, and with perfect ease, took his cock inside her. She arched her back, and it forced her hips down, but he did not move, he did not push up into her. Ben was having sex with a woman that wasn’t his wife, and he knew that, but because of her, he knew that wasn’t true.

“You are seeing my breasts, you are feeling my sex, you are not doing anything. You only see my breasts now, only seeing what I show you, and you see that it is so much easier to be free from choice, free from reason and rational thought. Thought is a burden, thought is jammed up inside of you, needing release.”

He stared at her breasts as they continued to shift and jiggle, bouncing as she started to roll her hips and shift her torso, it was a belly dance, it was a lap dance, and it was sex, and his eyes followed her breasts, seeing her pearl of wisdom, and feeling the pleasure building up as his cock grew stiffer and harder inside of her than it had ever been before.

“See what is in front of you, feel what I am making you feel, see only what I show you, be only what I make you.”

Back and forth and up and down her massive, dark, heavy breasts moved, slowly, softly giggling and shaking, and all he could do was see them, following them, feeling her wetness, feeling her body quiver with the pleasure of conquest as his breathing started to quicken and his hips finally started to involuntarily move.

“Only I can release your pent up tensions and make you truly relax now. Only I can put you back into your full and complete vacation experience, relieved of everything you need me and only me to take from deep inside of you.”

She reached forward and started to massage his temples as she rode him slightly faster, keeping a smooth and uninterrupted pace, “My breasts bring all of your inner self out of you. You are so many things, but when you see them, all you want is to be nothing. You want to be away from all that you are, because you want to be consumed with them. It is natural, it is irresistible, it is the reflex of the mind and the body. It is what happens when I show them to you, and what you feel is what I make you feel when I let you see them in any way.”

He caught his breath and felt his orgasm coming, and he knew this was wrong, but it would only be wrong if he was doing something. He was doing nothing, he was nothing. That other person, who he was back it the States, that was someone else, that was a person, because people did things, people made choices.

Ben was nothing now, and nothing did nothing.

As her fingers massaged his temples, as her tits continued to dominate his vision, and as he got closer and closer to cumming inside her, Ben became that nothing. He felt her touch, and saw what he showed her, and the unspoken truth, the great pattern of the evening unfolded and consumed him.

He only heard what she said.

He only thought what she told him to think.

He was reflexively agreeing with her now.

He was not choosing now.

He had no power, he was nothing.

“My breasts force all of your inner self out of you. You are so many things, but there is not enough room inside you to be yourself and to feel everything my breasts make you feel. There is no way for you to be a person, to choose, to think, and to act, and to lose yourself to your desire, to belong to my breasts, which is simply natural, and simply what happens when you see them.”

Her tits were in his face, but he had not touched them, or kissed them, he had only been held against them or felt them pressed against him. And, as that spark of a thought flashed and died, Ben realized in one last sparkling moment of self awareness, that this beautiful woman was fucking his brains out, and as amazing as it felt, as wonderful as the sex was, how it was better than anything he’d ever experienced, all of his focus was on her tits.

Sex was secondary, but the pleasure was convincing every brain cell that he was nothing, and that Esha and her breasts were everything.

“Cum into nothingness now.”

Nothing.

“Cum to your vacation now.”

He was nothing.

“Feel me drain you, empty you, and pull all of your pent up identity out of your cock and into me.”

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he let out a loud, defiant, blissful, snarling, euphoric howl that fell into a whimper as she finally broke the last of him between her legs.

“All you want is to be nothing. You want to be away from all that you are, and now that person is inside me. I have Ben inside me, and you are not you, you are nothing. And it’s all because you wanted to be consumed with my breasts on the deepest subconscious level. And now you are, now you are mine.”

He was still hard, still quivering with her steady rolling, incessant fucking, milking every last drop out, and his eyes opened, only to stare at her huge breasts, breasts he would never escape from.

“It is natural, no man can resist them, no man can do anything about what my breasts do to him. It is the reflex of the mind and the body. It is what happens when I show them to you, and what you feel is what I make you feel when I let you see them in any way. You didn’t do anything wrong my Nothing Ben, it would have been wrong to even try and resist them, wrong and unnatural. That would be the real wrongdoing.”

Finally, she slid off him, but her hand was on his slick, deflating cock before he could take a breath. “Before you are Ben, or married, or your job, or a parent, before anything you struggle with as all of you westerners do, you are male.”

His body shivered and he twisted in over-stimulation as she started to slowly stroke him. “And males are powerless when they see my breasts. You had no power from the moment you saw me, and power is choice, power is action, so without power, you become nothing. This was all about teaching you what you already knew, a male is nothing when he sees my breasts, all males are inferior to me and my breasts, to any female who understands these truths of the male’s internal and external identities.”

He was drooling a little, and his cock was swelling up despite the ache of over-stimulated pleasure that her touch was causing him. His eyes closed, then opened over and over, and all he could see was her huge, dark, heavy breasts swaying gently back and forth in front of her face..

“The male identity is a mask you wear over your desire to follow and obey, to be consumed by the beauty and power, and natural dominance of women. My breasts are a symbol of that power, my breasts are that power, and any man I show them to, any man I let them see, feels what I make them feel, and it may start slowly at first, but the more I make them feel, the more I let them stare, the more consumed by their need to be nothing, to lose themselves to my breasts they become.”

He was hard again, hard and full, and if he could think, he would have been surprised at how ready he was to cum again in such a short amount of time. But he was nothing.

Ben only stared at Esha’s breasts as her hand slowly built him up and made him as full and hard as he could possibly be.

“Be nothing and sleep with your mind open and your eyes closed. Look at the pearl now, remember that is a pearl of wisdom, my wisdom and my knowledge, my mastery of you. And remember as your eyes need to close, that it is always wise to listen to the experts, you know this is true. And truly, you will sleep.”

Ben’s eyes closed and he fell into oblivion.

“Oh god… oh god…” Ben was about to say “please don’t stop”, but slowly his world came back into focus, and reality caught up to him. He was supposed to be in bed alone, and as the morning light came through the window, he had no idea whose hand was between his legs, and whose tits were pressed into his back.

“Be still, be obedient,” those soft words smothered the fire that was building in him, that had almost seen him jump out of bed in a blind panic, but now it was like his body didn’t belong to him.

The voice that whispered on his ear sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place it. 

“That’s right, do as you’re told, listen and obey now. Obey your betters, obey the superior to you, you the hard cocked inferior.”

 He felt the woman in his bed ease him onto his back her hand still working his cock, and slowly she came into focus in the morning light.

She was beautiful, she was radiant, and he was staring at her perfect full breasts. He couldn’t look away from them until her soft voice whispered into his ear as she leaned in close again, “look into my eyes.”

Deep, rich, warm brown eyes stared down at him over stylish wire framed glasses that sat on a slightly upturned nose.

“Who are you to me?” Her beautiful voice was firm and direct, there was no music to it, but its power was lovey and enthralling.

“Nothing,” Ben knew it was true as soon as the word left his mouth.

“And who am I to you?” She squeezed one of her perfectly full and round breasts in her hand as she asked him.

“You are Priya, you are my superior in all things.”

He knew those words were true as well, though he didn’t know where they came from, and he knew they were correct because after he spoke them, she straddled his face and let him worship her divine femininity and pure superiority.

“Today, you will make all the arrangements to extend your stay here indefinitely. The last two days have been very productive, but being a male, and a very pent up one at that, you are not learning fast enough. You must stay with me and with Esha at least another week, and you must do more to my liking here.”

He felt the press of her hips as she fucked his face, and in the throes of pleasing and worshiping his natural dominance over his inferior male mind and cock, Ben, the real Ben, the man, the person of substance, not the empty shell of nothing he was being manipulated into, heard her say two days.

Had his ill fated drinks with Esha been two days ago?

When had Priya from the office arrived?

How had she gotten her hooks even more deeply into him than Esha had?

He wanted to ask her, he wanted to ask himself, he wanted to do something… but he was nothing. His cock was swelling, throbbing as it filled with his need to worship, and his male powerlessness against the female body, and especially against breasts. And besides, his mouth was better for pleasing his superiors than it was was sharing his inferior thoughts.

He wanted to… he didn’t want to… he didn’t know, not out of confusion, but because he became nothing again between her legs.

As Priya slid herself down off his face and onto that cock she and Esha had been using to reinforce their covert and overt hypnosis techniques, he found himself staring as he’d been programmed with endless suggestions to do, at her breasts.

They were perfect and beautiful, they were growing in his mind, swelling in his psyche, dominating everything that he was and could be.

“Now Ben, now my nothing slave, it is time to finally train that cock to only cum on command.”

Priya rode him slowly as she reached down to rub his temples, “See what I show, feel what I make you feel, hear what I say, and think what I command. You are mine, and you must obey me. I am superior, as all women are, and you are just an inferior male, nothing more than a cock that can’t even keep itself from cumming. But I shouldn’t be surprised. You can do nothing, because you are nothing, but from nothing, we will make you something even more useful than a source of sexual pleasure.”

I was too late, he was too worked up and too hard, he could only feel it starting to happen, but Priya’s voice cut through the fog of his ecstecy, “Focus on my tits, focus on my power, and relax Ben. Relax for my breasts and feel what I make you feel now, feel what they make you feel., the inability to cum without permission, and the pleasure of obeying me and being owned by my breasts completely.”

Ben didn’t know that it had been less than twelve hours since Esha had made him cum in his pants at the bar.

Ben didn’t know that Priya had been testing his suggestibility since he first arrived and they started working together on the merger.

Ben didn’t know that Esha and Priya were not sisters by blood, but by membership of the Order of the Pearl, the cult of women that had controlled the island since the beginning of its history.

Ben didn’t know that Esha had hypnotized him almost instantly at the bar, and he didn’t know that he hadn’t really slept all night, and that Priya had shown up a few hours earlier to take over the marathon brainwashing session.

Ben didn’t know that for a time Esha and Priya were whispering in both his ears, training his soft, flaccid mind to accept female superiority, built on the shame and weakness that Esha’s seduction had illustrated and implanted in him.

Ben didn’t know that he was perfect for them, just important enough to serve their desires and goals, but not important enough for anyone in the company to pay too much attention to him in any potentially detrimental way.

Ben didn’t know anything, because deep in trance and having his brains and reality fucked out, he really was nothing, so what could he possibly know?