Femdom Fantasies

by Brad D’ark (c) 2008

Detective Sergeant Silvia Cain looked through the one way view pane into the holding room. Seated at a metal table was a middle aged man wearing one of the orange jumpsuits usually used for prisoners being transferred to the county lockup. His salt and pepper hair was well groomed and in spite of the baggy nature of the suit she could tell that he was in good physical condition. In fact he had a sort of vulnerable but handsome character about himself that she had always seen as appealing in men.

The door opened and her partner Lieutenant Jennings came in holing a file jacket looked at her in a bewildered way, shrugging his shoulders.

“He’s squeaky clean, not even a parking ticket but we did get a name, next of kin, and home address and place of employment,” he volunteered holding the file out.

“Military prints?” She said as she open the thin file.

“Missing person,” Jennings offered as he took hold of the knob to exit the room. “He’s all yours unless you want me to transfer him off our hands.” He paused halfway out the door without turning.

“I’ll see what his story is first. We should make sure he wasn’t abducted before we send him off or let him go. After all Mr. Clean”, She replied “asleep in a park in red silk panties says there has to be a story.” “And,” she said to herself, “its bound to be a hoot.”

Closing the file she turned exited the room and walked to the next door in the corridor. As she entered the holding room she took out her pocket recorder switched it on and set it down on the table taking a seat opposite the man. His eyes were half closed as if he were listening to music on headphones. He seemed very calm and collected.

“Mr. Christopher Altrude, I’m Sergeant Cain.” she made it a statement of fact, “Did you know you have been reported as missing?”

His blinked open as she said his name and his body stiffened as he began to take furtive glances around the room. “I’m sorry did you say missing?” he looked at the detective in a way that made here think of lost puppies. “I was on vacation for a week that’s all”

“Mr Altrude, according to your brother in Washington you haven’t answered your phone or returned his calls for two months.” As she spoke she observed his reaction. His face first a mask of indignation slowly changed to wondrous denial.” She saw him compose himself .

“May I trouble you for today’s date? Isn’t this the 5th? ” He looked at her somewhat hopefully.

“That’s right July 5th. “She replied in an even tone and waited. She saw his eyes widen drastically.

His attention turned inward momentarily and the she heard him nearly whisper “ not a dream. She was real…..” He stopped and looked at the Sergeant. “Am I under arrest, Have I done something illegal? She could see his embarrassment at asking the question.

“No Mr. Altrude. Not that we are aware of. You were found sleeping in a park this morning wearing only these, She took a paper bag from her jacket pocket and set it on the table.

He looked at the bag with all the enthusiasm of a man presented with a bag of his sins. “Are they silk?” he asked waiting for a reply.

She nodded.

“Red”

She nodded again. As she watched his face fell, his eyes closed momentarily and his hands seemed to brace against the table as if to keep from falling forward.

“I would like to go home if I may please Ma’m. I feel I have taken up too much of you time with all this.

“Mr Altrude?” Cain persisted, “What day did you think this was? I really must know. Can you account for your whereabouts for the past two months? People have been concerned and the state in which we found you suggests that you have not been entirely yourself.

He has started to rise from his chair but slowly sat down. His eyes fixed on hers “ I think I may have been staying with someone for two months.” He noted her reaction and continued. “I met this woman in the mall during my vacation. I helped here shop and then we had dinner and then something happened, and believe it or not I lost track of time until you said my name.”

She eyed him steadily. “Are you saying you were abducted, on a long date, or was this some type of drinking binge? She watched him struggling internally with the question.

I was at the Mall, met a lady, I helped her shop, we had dinner……”he trailed off, It seems like a dream but I remember what happened.

Silvia, checked the tape in the recorder and poured two glasses of water. She nodded for him to continue.

“I was in the bookshop. I think it was the romance section. She walked behind me and the Asked me to help her reach a book on the tope shelf. I remember when she looked at me I felt somehow desirable. I tried to make small talk and asked her about the book. It was “Delta of Venus”, she read some to me. I remember her voice; the way she talked drew me in. She suggested we go sit at a table and we did.

For some reason I found myself asking if she would like me to help her shop. It’s odd because normally I am not a shopper but, I followed her from store to store, She bought scented oils, lingerie’, we went to a pet store, other items I cant remember. We were there until late. Several times I followed her out into the garage to her car to put her purchases in.

Each time we went out she would ask me to sit in the car for a while. I remember sitting next to her in the seat and each time I was more eager to go to any store she suggested. The day sort of faded away. Then we went to dinner.

I can’t remember the name of the place. It was small and dimly lit. There was a smell in the air like incense or musk. There were candles on the tables. I remember listening to her as she told me thing about her and about me. I remember looking at the candle on the table and a sense of purpose seemed to fill me. She was so right about everything she said. Sometime after that things get sort of fuzzy but I have a strong recollection of deciding to do something, of making some kind of commitment. I remember she sent me to the bathroom to put on something she had purchased for me. After that I was here.

Silvia stopped the tape ejected the cassette and replaced it quickly. “Do you remember this woman’s name? The name of the restaurant? The menu?”

“Like I said it’s fuzzy like I can’t seem to get it in focus, Chris replied uncomfortably. “It’s like I’m seeing it all through gauze. Her name was….. all I can remember is calling her Lady something.”

“Wait here.” Silvia said rising. “Can I get you anything? “ She saw his eyes drop as he declined with a shake of his head. She returned to the room after a moment with a small box and a lighter. Closing the door she opened the box revealing several small black birthday candles. “My 40th Birthday was last week” she offered. Placing one on the table she lit it and turned off the overhead light.

Try looking at this candle and listen to my voice. As she spoke she strained to recall her college psychology class and the elements of hypnosis they had studied. Attempting to control her inflections and cadence she began to develop a sort of rhythmic flow, repeating possible trigger words and watching the reaction on Chris’s face. Slowly she began to pick out those that seemed to work and soon he was in a very relaxed and open state.

“Chris you are in a deep state of relaxation but you can answer me. If this is true say yes.

Sleepily Chris released a “Yes” as he continued to stare at the near burned down candle.

She asked him to close his eyes and began to ask him questions. From these she learned about that day at the mall.

At the table in the mall woman “Lady V” had lightly tested him for suggestibility and found him very open. During the trips to the car she had taken him progressively deeper and found him to be both a willing and naturally submissive subject. By the end of the day she had implanted triggers for sending him into a deep trance state and in parallel had progressively made him more and more internally aware of his submissive nature. She had reinforced this by tying a feeling of intense pleasure to each willingly submissive act of obedience. By the time they had finished dinner he was mentally prepared to become hers. The only thing remaining was to provide him a visible symbol of his service. She had already selected one that would act as a reminder of his submission and as a trigger for her control. When he had returned to the table wearing it he was hers for as long as she wished.

Silvia eyed the bag on the table and then her eyes traveled across and studied the man opposite her.

She turned off the recorder. Standing she walked behind Chris and leaned down. “Do you miss her?” She whispered.

“Oh yes!” was the easy reply.

“She has gone and you are free. Free from all control. Free to find another if you wish. volunteered Silvia. When I wake you, you will be free.

“Yes. Another. Free. came the reply.

“You will awake on the count of three Chris. One slowly waking remembering all of your experiences with Lady V, Two, eyes slowly opening feeling refreshed free and happy. Three wide awake.” His eyes opened and she touched his face. “Are you OK?”.

He looked around and she could see he was processing where he was and what had happened. Finally he stood up and faced her. “I’d like to go home if I may Ma’m.” His eyes met hers for a moment and then he cast them down waiting.

She looked at his and a quiet decision filled her for a moment. “I’ll see if I can find some sweats for you to borrow and arrange a transport for you. It’s shift change so it may take a bit of time. Wait here.”

“Yes Ma’m”, He acquiesced and sat back down.

She returned in a few minutes with some grey sweat pants and a T-shirt. The shirt was tight and reviled a pleasantly solid body as he emerged from the men’s room. She motioned with her head and he followed her out of the station.

Silvia proffered. “I couldn’t get a black and white for you but your going my way. I thought I’d take you myself. She said indicating a car parked down the block from the station. “May I call you Chris?”

“I would like that.“ came the reply as he followed her to a sporty red two door. He waited until she was in and then sat down in the passenger seat. As they drove along he was initially quiet and then after some time he asked. “Will you need to file a report? I don’t wish to press any charges. You know in some way I feel I was given a gift. I feel like I know who I am.”

It was her turn to be silent. After a mile she reached down and took something out of her leather briefcase behind the passenger seat. She placed it in his lap and let her hand rest on his thigh. He picked up the two small tape cassettes with one hand and one by one dropped them out the side window into the traffic. “Will you have trouble over this?

“A lot of people take business trips and forget to tell there family. No law was broken if you aren’t interested in pressing charges. Besides, “she paused and touched his cheek, “Crissy’s my sissy”. His eyes closed and she saw him shudder and squirm in the seat. She began to talk in a sort of cadence as they drove along. She removed the red silk panties from the bag in her pocket and laid them in his lap. He exhaled softly and seemed to swoon when they touched his hand.

When they arrived at her place she would let him decide if he wanted to wear them. Yes that would be the right thing. She looked at him again. Masculine but with an air of tenderness. As they drove along she began to repeat his trigger every quarter mile.

He was hers before they parked in the driveway.