Pineapple Pizza

It was almost closing time and the grocery store line had finally died out. Standing behind the aisle of soft drinks and other unhealthy things, Jake followed the last client near the register with his almond-shaped eyes and finally made his move, a single item in hand, a frozen pineapple pizza.

Behind the counter, fiddling with an old register, was the owner’s only daughter, the sole reason he had been visiting the place every day for three weeks now even though he still didn’t know her first name for sure. It started with an R, and it was quite unusual. Rochelle? Rosella? She was a beautiful blonde of Jewish ancestry with sparkling honey eyes, small breasts, and a strawberry-shaped birthmark on her left shoulder. She never wore anything with sleeves, and her voice had a soft tone that was perfect for a lullaby. She didn’t look a day older than twenty-three, but what was a fifteen years’ difference, anyway?

Jake approached the counter, navy biker jacket still dripping. The storm had hit hard, though it was not unexpected. Rain was to last until the end of the week, perhaps even go into the next. As a weather reporter, it was his job to know, even though he was already sick and tired of it.

She beckoned him with a freshly manicured finger. The gold nail polish looked amazing on her. Then again, not a lot didn’t. They were finally alone and his thoughts were floating away.

“We meet again.” She murmured. “You must really like this pizza…”

“It’s good… I guess.” He replied as he laid the slightly wet box down.

“You guess?”

“Yeah.” His lips barely moved, they too wrapped in a strange haze. Truth be told, he didn’t remember ever eating one. He just bought them night after night before going home to his cat and dog.

“Guessing is a good thing, but is not as good as sleeping. I would guess you’re about to sleep for me just about now.”

Jake blinked once, twice, mindlessness oozing from his droopy pupils. Asleep, yet awake, listening to seductive commands that demanded his complete attention.

“Down again, deeper than yesterday and the day before, ready to listen, accept, and forget. How are you feeling today, Jake?”

“The day was rough, but it’s better now, Mistress.” His head slumped slightly, mental processes frozen like the meal he would never have.

“Rough how?”

“The usual… people on each other’s throats because of the incoming merger. They worry too much and, sometimes, I do, too.”

“But your job is secure, right? There’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

“Yes, Mistress. I know that now.”

“And what else do you know that it’s important to you?”

“I listen and I obey. Every day I come to you when the store is about to close so you can continue to program my mind to your liking.” He slurred.

“Very good, slave.” Rowena declared, the jubilant title she had given him, echoing a thousand times in his completely subdued spirit. Despite her tender age, her mastery of hypnosis and brainwashing techniques rivaled many professionals in the business. Though not a full Hypnodomme yet, she had already a couple of toys wrapped around her finger, but he was her favorite. There were many things to like about him, from the deep chin dimple to his shy demeanor whenever he was not in front of a camera. Their first encounter had been accidental, but all the others purposely planned. Getting inside his mind was as easy as exciting and exploring his oral sex skills after hours was the best outcome possible. As for the pineapple pizza… a trigger like any other, and what she was unwrapping when he had first looked into her eyes. With the mental rewiring now underway, it was good to let it go to waste.

“Are you tired, slave?”

“A little, but it’s okay, Mistress. I want to please you again.”

“Good boy. I’ll meet you in the back room in five. Off you go.”

Jake nodded silently and went down the first corridor until he reached a metal service door. It was already unlocked. Inside, there was a slew of unopened boxes hugging the wall and a small desk and chair that doubled as an improvised throne. He was hungry and his meal had long, silky legs. He took off his jacket, unbuttoned the white shirt underneath, and waited for the blissful chance of being useful to her.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, just like his will to think about anything else except her control.

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