Note: this story involves hypnosis and domination, with holder use as a theme. Read at your own risk... :-)

The Smoking Clinic

“Would you hurry up and finish that damn cigarette so we can get inside before they give away our table reservations? You were the one who wanted to come to this overpriced restaurant to start with and I agreed just to be nice to you, but you know how much I hate your smoking.” Tommy said rudely to his wife.

The conference was due to end at 7 and I had intended to get a good head start home to avoid the traffic. The afternoon had been team building and we were all quite hot and sweaty so as a treat we were offered a short spell in the sauna and pool before evening meal. Taking my towel I sampled the pool then decided to spend some time between the steam room and the sauna. I sat down on the hot sauna seat making a grimace to the other gentleman sitting opposite.

Adrianne was a young up and coming tennis star and had come through the ranks with amazing speed winning several major competitions ranking her as one of the best twenty british players in the country. At nineteen she was strong yet still supple with powerful shoulders and long long legs. She had outgrown her coaches year after year and her agent was bidding to link her to someone who could get her over that last hurdle and into the big money of the grass court competitions.

It was a very well to do event with even a few celebrities dotted around although I had problems naming any of them. Perhaps a couple were footballers or possibly second rate actors but what caught my eye was the glamorous lady on the arm of a young gent who was more interested in having his photo taken.
She wore a long black and gold evening gown with elbow length black leather gloves and when she smiled her teeth shone through her bright red lips. I had trouble taking my eyes off her and a couple of times she caught my glance before I could look away.

My 23rd Birthday and no sign of the cow! She had her way with me and has had me on her beck and call for two years but when I want her to call she is nowhere to be found.
I've rang her ten times and been to her house but there's no sign of her. I feel so let down. And after all I have done for her, all I have meant to her. I have been with her since that fateful night at the garden party where she seduced me into her bed and took me in every way imaginable. And she introduced me to holders. I adore them so.

I must have been drunk, I mean, why else would I go home with a woman old enough to be my grandma? That's my excuse anyway but I will explain as I go along. I'm Sam by the way, short for Samantha but I got fed up with the long version. Her name was Dianna, Madame Dianna as she insisted I call her. Well? If that's what she wanted, then who was I to argue?