His eyes scanned
the advertisements in the small
ads. Suddenly one caught his
eye. “Feeling blue? Let Sue Blue
take away your blues.” He was
feeling blue. Perhaps she could
help. He phoned the number. The
voice that answered was sweet,
seductive, the loveliest voice
he had ever heard.
“Yes I’m Sue
Blue, well Susan Michelle is my
real name.”
He explained his
situation, how his girlfriend
had just dumped him. He thought
that they had been getting on
great, they discussed
everything, clothes, make-up,
jewellery. She worked full-time
as a teacher, while he was a
part-time photographer. While
she was at work, he would keep
the house spotless for her, and
wash and iron all her clothes.
But that wasn’t enough for her.
She wanted someone who was a bit
more of “a man”. They were
engaged. He had been devoted to
her. She had dumped him. He had
been devastated. He explained
all this to Sue Blue, and he was
flattered by her probing
questions, the fact that she
showed a real interest in him.
She said that she helped people
with the blues. He asked how.
“Well most people come to me all
mixed up. Often they have been
having sleepless nights. I help
them relax. I help them sleep. I
give people a new focus in life.
I make them happy again.”
The way she said
it, it sounded so inviting, so
appealing. It sounded this was
just what he needed.
“Look, if you want, if you think
this is what you want, if you
think I can help you, then you
had better come round sometime.”
He agreed. They discussed
scheduled. They agreed on a time
and a date. It was in the early
morning, on a day when he didn’t
have any appointments with
clients until the evening.
“OK Charles Come
and see me then at 9am on
Thursday the fourth.” Somehow he
liked the way she was already
telling me what to do. It
reminded him of how Julie used
to boss him around, and give him
instructions for the day before
she went to work.
She gave him directions to her
house. Again he loved the way
she was telling him how to find
her, and he was just soaking in
all instructions, hanging on
every word. She ended by saying,
-
“And you will
easily tell when you have come
to my house. There is a blue
gate, leading to a blue door.”
She chuckled to herself. “As you
may have gathered, I have ‘a
thing’ about the
color blue.”
“And you will have too, soon, my
friend,” she thought to herself.
He arrived on time. He was
intrigued. She sounded really
nice on the phone. She sounded
really wise and understanding.
He imagined her to be a sort of
a counsellor, and he expected
that she was going to make him
pour his heart out to her. He
imagined an elderly, motherly
lady, and he was pleasantly
surprised when she opened the
door, and she was obviously a
lot younger than he thought. She
was about his age. She had
lovely long dark hair that swept
past her lovely shoulders and
down her beautiful back. She was
wearing a tight blue top that
showed off her perfect breasts
wonderfully. Her smile was warm
and inviting. She had wonderful
big blue eyes. When he glanced
into them, he longer to look
deeper. But after greeting him,
instead of staying on her
doorstep, she invited him in. He
obediently followed. Her lovely
shiny hair caught his eyes. His
followed it down her back. She
started to lead him up some
stairs, and he found his eyes
level with her lovely behind.
She was wearing really tight,
skin-fit blue jeans, which made
her lovely round bum seem so
sexy. “Remember I am the one who
wears the trousers” it seemed to
say to him.
She led him into her upstairs
living room. The curtains were
drawn, and small blue lanterns
provided soft, subtle blue
light. Incense was burning,
providing an intoxicating aroma.
Everything in the room was blue,
the curtains, the carpet, the
wallpaper, everything. She
beckoned for him to sit on the
sofa with a wave of her hand. He
sat. She smiled at him, as if to
say “good boy, you are already
obeying my commands, and all I
have to do is make a simple
gesture. I don’t even have to
say anything.”
She looked at him. He felt
wonderful that he could once
again look into her lovely blue
eyes.
“As I said, I
have a thing for the color blue.
My parents dressed me in
demins
and used to call me Blue when I
was a child. Most people like
looking into my blue eyes. You
do too, don’t you Charles?”
He nodded agreement.
“Yes you do. Keep looking into
my blue eyes. They will help you
relax. They will help you find
what you seek. Just look for me
and relax. That’s a good boy.
Relax and breathe deeply for me.
That’s right. Nice deep breathes
for me. Feel all your stresses
and strains melt away, as you
just relax and concentrate on my
voice and my eyes. Think of
nothing else. Let yourself
relax. Relax more and more for
me. Just thinking about my
lovely blue eyes, listening to
my soft relaxing voice, giving
in more and more to my voice.
Letting yourself slip away. You
are doing so well.”
She saw him sinking into the
sofa, how her magic was already
working on him.
“Your eyes are so heavy. You are
getting sleepier and sleepier.
For the first time in days you
can truly relax. Just trust in
me, and relax even more, just
listening to my voice, looking
into my eyes. Your eyes are
getting heavier and heavier. You
are so, very, very sleepy. You
just want to sleep. OK close
your eyes, but keep thinking of
my lovely blue eyes looking into
yours. You love looking into my
blue eyes. You need to look into
my blue eyes. They are the most
beautiful eyes you have ever
seen. You love listening to my
voice. You need to listen to my
voice. You love following my
instructions. You want to give
yourself to me. You want to be
bossed around by me. You wanted
to me dominated by me, don’t
you?”
He grunted in agreement.
“Good boy”
She then
proceeded to deepen the trance,
progressively relaxing every
part of his body until he was
completely relaxed. She repeated
her commandments to him again
and again, until they had sunk
deeply inside his subconscious.
She then programmed him to
forget all about previous loves,
and how she was the only love of
his life now.
“You are deeply in love with me
now. You are so deeply in love
with me, you would anything my
little heart desired. And you
are so happy to have found
someone to love again.”
She then started programming him
to her way of thinking. All her
political, social and religious
views became his. All her likes
and dislikes became his. He
waited on her hand and foot.
Enslavement? That is never how
he saw it. He was happy in his
role.