As the door to Shallara’s apartment edged open, Tim felt as if his heart had stopped beating. The self assured executive that had stood at this door just a couple of weeks ago had been transformed into someone who was nervous and needed reassuring. His hands were clammy and he felt short of breath. His bowels felt as if they were turning to water.

Shallara’s smile seemed to melt him. She seemed almost compassionate as she reached out and took his had. “Come in, Tim, let’s go through to the sitting room.” Once again, she was elegantly dressed. A rust colored summer frock seemed to trace out the curves on her slight body, and set off her short blond hair. Her tanned, slender calves seemed to flow down into delicate feet that ended in eye-catching red painted toe-nails. High heeled sandals, strappy and fire-engine red, made her seem taller than she really was, and they seemed to float across the deep piled, cream carpet as she led the way into the living area.

He was relieved to see that Ariella wasn’t in the apartment; simply recalling the embarrassment of his previous two encounters with her made him burn with shame. Shallara led him back to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat him down. As if in a dream, he watched her as she elegantly picked up that distinctive bottle of Laphroaig Islay whisky, and splashed a measure of it into the crystal glass. As she handed it to him, the light sparkled off the cut glass, glowing golden from within.

The peaty aroma from the scotch seemed to mingle with the smoke from the hearth. Just a sip of it and he seemed to find himself drifting into a relaxed state. He sensed Shallara standing behind him, and the tension melted away as she gently massaged his shoulders. The haunting tones of Enya’s Orinocco Flow seemed to drag him down deeper and deeper into a comfortable trance. He could hear the word “Mysteria” being whispered over an over again in Shallara’s silky voice. It seemed to come originate from right within his head, and it was pleasantly re-assuring.

And then he realized that he had entered another world completely. It was comfortingly familiar, and as he looked around, he noticed the sensuous ladies in sun-frocks gliding along the paths in a lush garden. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting the garden in a radiant, golden glow. Totally at peace with life, he felt overcome with a feeling of well-being and total relaxation. The gentle rubbing on his knotted shoulders had stopped, and he felt Shallara’s presence on the couch next to him.

“Welcome to Mysteria, Tim. I believe Ariella brought you down here last week. Nod your head if you recall this state”. Her voice was husky and sensuous, and her perfume seemed to fill his senses. Her presence seemed to have entered his very core, and he desperately wanted to be one with her. In his drowsy state he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “And Tim, I believe that she suggested to you that you would love to wear red silk boxers. They feel so good and so right”. He felt her fingers play lightly across his crotch. “Nod your head if you now wear red silk boxers, Tim”. Again, the faint nod.

“That really pleases me, Tim. You love to please your Lady Shallara. Such a good boy!”. Tim felt his feeling of well being move up to another level. Somehow, she had managed to slip his zipper down, and he could feel his manhood start to harden as she rubbed him delicately through the silk material. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” she asked again. “And as good as it feels Tim, it can feel even better. Listen carefully. I want you to go to Victoria’s Secret and buy a few pairs of red silk panties. It is for me, Tim. Whatever you think would please me. Whatever you think would turn me on. Nod your head if you want to do this for me, Tim”

“But Tim”, she continued, “You are to buy them in a size that will fit you. And whenever you come to see me, you will be wearing red silk panties. It will feel so right, Tim. It will excite you that you are doing this for me. ..and now Tim, we must go deeper, because there is something else I want to tell you. Deeper down now. Feel yourself relaxing further and further. Feel how good it feels to sink into a deeper and deeper trance. All you can hear now is my voice. It seems to be entering every pore of your body. ….”

Her voice seemed to drone on and on. And then suddenly, it stopped, and once again, as he surfaced to a lighter trance, he heard her again. It was as if time had been interrupted, and he had absolutely no recollection of what she had gone on in the interim.

“Before we leave Mysteria, Tim, there is something else I want to tell you. You really will please me if you always kneel in my presence Tim. My apartment is just another place in Mysteria, and you know that males always kneel before their Ladies in Mysteria Whenever you first enter into my presence in Mysteria, I expect you to request permission to undress. You will carefully fold your clothes and place them in a neat stack in my coat cupboard. And then you will kneel, dressed only in your silk underwear. You really want to serve me well, and please me, don’t you Tim? Nod your head if you want to serve and please me in Mysteria please.” The nod was barely noticeable. “I am going to count you up now, from one to five, and then we are going to have a chat. At the count of five, you will be wide awake and alert. Now, one, you feel the energy coming back into your body, two……..and five, wide awake and ready to serve”.

As Tim came back to a fully awake state, he sat up and looked at the lady sitting on the chair next to him. He made a move, but she motioned him to sit still. “Tim, there is something I need to tell you. I need your conscious mind to understand what your sub-conscious mind is now up to, so that you can make the correct choices.” She smiled at him, and could imagine the turmoil that must be setting in to his mind. “Tim, Cheryl Stern told me that you had been making some inappropriate remarks in the office about…well, let’s be delicate…and say about the temperament of one of your colleagues that you attributed to a certain time of the month….shh….hear me out…please don’t interrupt !”

She reached out and clasped his hand, as she looked into his eye. “Tim, while you were…having a little nap over the last ten minutes, your subconscious and I were having a very deep chat.” She smiled. “I was explaining to it, over and over again, what the symptoms of a ladies period are.”

“Now, on an accelerated timetable, two weeks instead of four, but for only two days, you are going to feel many of the symptoms of a period. You are going to go home tonight, and in the forthcoming days, you will spend many of your spare moments doing research on the internet, understanding the cause, learning its affects. You are going to spend a few weeks being obsessed with the topic. The more your learn, the more you will sympathize. You are going to become acutely familiar with the pains in the abdomen, the bloating, the cramps. You will come to expect the nausea, headaches, and the indigestion. You are going to feel and live through it, and I am sure you will start feeling extremely empathetic to your female colleagues in the future! In fact, you are going to feel so empathetic, that you are going to start experiencing a period.”

Shallara watched him flush. “Live through the first two periods and experience what it is really. Reflect on how you start to react, how your emotional state changes. Use this as a period of reflection. It will only be after that, and only if I have an opening in my schedule, will I consider booking you an appointment to do some …let’s call it, feminization empathy counseling with you. We will do some female related activities together that you find so….so….irritating and trivial.”

Shallara stood up, and indicated to the very red faced Tim that the session was over. She took him by the hand and led him to the door. “Enjoy your lingerie shopping,! Oh…one other thing, Tim…” He looked at her expectantly. He seemed to her that he was crushed. The arrogant male that had come into her life just a few weeks ago was no longer. “Tim, next time you come, after a decent period… ”.

Shallara gave a dramatic and exaggerated pause, waiting for the pun to register, and then continued, “…you need to come here with a purse in hand, and inside that purse, I expect to find a bottle of facial cleanser and makeup remover”.

As the door closed behind him, she shucked off her heels, and moved over to her desk phone. “Ariella sweet ….it is me! This is going to be so much fun….”

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