Haylee sat staring blankly at Her computer screen. The eyes staring back at Her seemed noticeably more alert than Hers; Her eyes grew heavier and heavier, and soon began to flutter until they gently closed. Her breathing began to relax as She focused on the only remaining sound, a rhythmic, metronomic sound echoing in Her otherwise blank mind. If this continued, Haylee would soon find herself in a deep sleep right there in Her desk chair.
Suddenly, a much louder sound broke the silence. The grandfather clock that had been gently lulling Her to sleep chimed 8 times. Haylee's droopy eyes shot open in alarm. "Mmmm..." She moaned, "Is it seriously 8 in the morning?" Ever since the gorgeous, raven-haired hypnodomme's first YouTube video had hit one million views, Her number of Devotees had increased exponentially as well. She was quickly becoming a worldwide phenomenon, a dominant feminine force to be reckoned with. She worked diligently to be a good Owner for Her newfound pets all around the world. As a result, She was finding Herself putting in a long night now and then.
Her eyes began to grow weary once again when another loud noise interrupted the welcomed silence. A knock at Her door. "Oh good grief, what now?", She asked Herself. Crossing the room, She opened the door to find two well-dressed men in sunglasses staring grimly back at Her. "Oooh!" She thought. "I've fantasized about this, wealthy businessmen cowering before me. This could be interesting..."
Her thought process was interrupted when the larger of the two men spoke. "Haylee? Haylee Lynn, aka Hypnotic Haylee?", he asked. Now slightly nervous, Haylee replied "Yes, that's me. What can I do for you, boys?"
The second shorter, stockier man finally broke his silence. "Ma'am, my name is Agent Paulino, this is Agent Brown. We're from the United States Secret Service here on an important matter from the President." Haylee's green eyes opened wide. "President? Of the United States? What could I possibly have done to him?" Agent Brown replied, "It's not what You did to him per se, though he is a... fan... of Your work. No, he's sent us to ask You to do him a big favor."
"Just a second here." She replied, "What exactly do you mean he's a fan?" Agent Paulino pursed his lips and looked at Agent Brown, who nodded in return. "Goddess Haylee, Your slave known as Hawaiian Boy Toy sends his highest regards." Haylee looked stunned. "You mean I've been trancing the President this whole time and didn't know it?" Agent Brown nodded. "Several times a week, yes Ma'am. Everything was kept quiet until last week, when the First Lady found out the hard way. Something about finding him playing with himself and moaning 'All for Haylee'. He had to come up with an alibi, so he said You were his top spy in the CIA and he was rehearsing his role in Your next big assignment."
Haylee couldn't believe Her ears. "What?! Me, a spy? And what assignment? Is that why you two are here at my door at five past eight, to give me an assignment?" Agent Paulino cleared his throat. "Ummm, yes Ma'am, in a way. He needs You right away." Haylee smiled. "Boys, if what you two are saying is true, he NEEDS me constantly. He should also know by now, if he wants a 'big favor' out of me, he needs to either earn it, or better, beg for it on his knees at my feet."
Despite the President not having come with the agents to grovel at Her feet, Haylee packed a few things and boarded a flight to Washington DC. After all, one thing that had always defined the Goddess was a patriotic love of Her country. It'd be the United States of Haylee someday, She dreamed. On the flight, the agents debriefed Her. That is, they gave Her as much information on this assignment as they were authorized. Upon landing at Langley Air Force Base in Langley, Virginia, Haylee spotted a long stretch limo with tinted windows and small American flags for antennae awaiting them on the tarmac. "That will be our transport to the White House. From there, we'll escort You into the Sit Room", Agent Brown told Her.
The limo was well-stocked with all manner of alcoholic beverages, but neither She nor Her two escorts would imbibe. She wished to stay focused and alert, and the agents weren't permitted to imbibe on the job. The ride was rather silent until Haylee decided to play a little. "Have either of You been hypnotized?" She asked. "We're not authorized to discuss---" Agent Brown began before being interrupted by Paulino. "I have. Well... I've been in the room when Liberty One has tried one of Your new MP3s, Goddess. You're very, very..." Paulino stopped short after catching a glimpse of Agent Brown's disapproving scowl.
The limo found its way up Pennsylvania Avenue and stopped outside a large gate with a sign reading 1600. The mechanized gate clicked and whirred open, allowing the limo to enter, then closed with similar quietness and precision. The driver took them down into the underground parking garage, where two Marines in dress uniform and a nervous-looking man, also in the black suit and sunglasses, greeted them. The Marines stood at attention, while the other agent finished wringing his hands long enough to greet Her. "Uh, uh, uh, Miss Haylee, I-i-i'm Agent Caldwell. It's an honor to meet You. I'm the President's top agent and body man. He's very excited about Your visit." Haylee smiled. "I'll bet he is!" The two Marines did an about face, moved forward to open two large metal doors, revealing a large underground tunnel. Agent Caldwell spoke up, "This tunnel will lead us to the Sit Room where the President awaits You." With a motion.for Her to follow, Agent Caldwell lead the way with Agents Brown and Paulino to bring up the rear.
A two minute walk finally led them to a single, large oak door. On it a Presidential seal and a title plaque, "Situation Room 1". Caldwell knocked. A slight commotion inside erupted, not unlike several children racing on a playground. The door flung open. The President stuck his head out, and the equally familiar face of the Vice President quickly followed. Both now out of breath, as if they'd been on treadmills. "I won, now back up!" President told his Veep. Liberty One smiled and stuttered "H-h-hello, Goddess Haylee. Won't You please come in?" The Pres stepped away from the door, motioning in grand fashion for Goddess Haylee to enter, revealing the famous Situation Room. The Sit Room was everything She'd seen on TV, and more. A few dozen smaller big screen TVs lined the walls on opposite sides of one large screen in the middle of the opposing wall to the door. Desks and consoles with computers, phones and many buttons sat beneath these screens. In the center of the room, a large conference table with about 20 chairs stood. She was taken aback by it all. Was she seriously here, or had she merely dozed off in her desk chair, Haylee pondered. Her scan of the room ended by looking down at Her own feet. There knelt both the President and Vice President of the United States, with heads bowed and looking rather humble. Quickly, Agent Caldwell joined them. Agent Paulino ignored the disapproving glances of Agent Brown, pushed past him and knelt on the other side of Liberty One.
"Goddess Haylee, it is an honor and a privilege to have You here today. Thank You for coming", Liberty One said. Haylee beamed. "Well hello, sweet pets. This is a most pleasant surprise!" To think, it seemed as though She had been the real Leader of the Free World the whole time! "Now then", she cooed, "what is it that has required My Presence here?"
Liberty Two spoke up. "W-w-we know of no-one more suited to take on this task, my Goddess, or we would not have bothered You at all." Liberty One chimed in "He might have had half his brain removed with an ice cream scoop, but he's right. Goddess, we NEED You!" Haylee smiled again. "I know, but isn't there a better method for requesting private sessions? You should know that by now, my good Hawaiian boy toy." "No, Goddess", he replied, now bowing to his face. "This is a national security matter. In fact, the world's freedom hangs in the balance."
Haylee was now intrigued. What could they possibly need Her for down here in the Situation Room? The assignment, She remembered. "What is this assignment? Tell me." The President stood, the other men with him. "Won't You join us at the table?", he asked, motioning for Her and the others to have a seat.
The President spoke for over an hour, with several interjections from the Vice President and the others. The Secretary of Defense, known here as DefCon One, joined after a while and laid the entire mission out for Haylee. Having listened to all that was said with rapt attention, She finally spoke. "Well, my good little Hawaiian boy toy, I suppose I can do this for you. But you will owe me big time!" The President replied, "I already do, my Goddess. I already do." And so began Operation Black Widow.
Air Force One touched down in Tehran, Iran on December 7th, 2012, a day that will now also live in infamy for one particularly evil Iranian leader. The President stepped off with Haylee, dressed in a full Muslim woman's garb. They were greeted there by the Iranian President, known here as Iran One. "Well well, Mr. President, I see you've finally decided to return to your roots and find a REAL woman", he said rather rudely. Liberty One looked at Haylee and smiled. "Sir, I assure you, there is no greater Woman in all of America." He couldn't see Her face, but he knew that pleased Her. Iran One replied, "I am sure you have the finest taste. Why have you brought her to me?" The President then uttered the line they'd created for this occasion: "This is my new Ambassador to Iran, Haylee Lynn. She'll work directly with you now." Iran One replied "A woman? You make a woman your mouthpiece? Surely you know we here feel women are to be seen and not heard." Haylee growled behind her hijab. The President, realizing what that growl meant, attempted to avoid an argument that would ruin the mission. "She has the highest of authority, as far as I am concerned. All of the power, All for Haylee." Liberty One moaned quietly to himself. "Now, if you'll excuse me." With that, he turned heel and quickly showed himself back aboard Air Force One.
Iran One eyeballed Haylee. "A woman ambassador. How odious!", he thought. But Haylee saw an opportunity for Her biggest challenge yet. "Hi there, my name is Haylee. Let's go back to your office and begin our talks, alright?" Her beautiful voice enchanted him. "Alright, Miss Haylee. I guess if this is what he wanted, I am willing to give you this chance."
Back in Iran One's office, Haylee was prepared to begin playing with his mind. "Tell me, have you ever been hypnotized, Mr---" "Mahmoud. Call me Mahmoud." Iran One interrupted. Haylee smiled. "Mahmoud... would you like to give it a try? Surely a woman like myself won't be able to crack that strong mind of yours." Mahmoud agreed, "It's true. I have the most powerful mind in Iran. I am their leader, their superior. I am intrigued, though. I welcome you to try." Haylee removed Her veil. "I'll need to look you eye to eye. Please, have a seat next to me, and have a look in my eyes." Iran One was cocky. A woman ordering him around, saying she would conquer his superior mind? Not a chance. Mahmoud look into Her eyes. "Ah, what gorgeous eyes!", he thought. Rare was the occasion he even saw a woman's eyes, and never a pair so beautiful. "Now," She replied, just keep focusing on my eyes, and listen carefully to my words. That won't be hard to do, will it?" Mahmoud smiled and shook his head no. Haylee continued. "Keep your focus on my eyes, and relax. Take a deep breath for me. Breathe in... and let it out. Breathe in again... and let it out, feeling that deep relaxation." Haylee began to get more comfortable, taking off Her covering to reveal Her real outfit beneath. Mahmoud looked Her up and down. If he disapproved, he certainly didn't show it. In fact, he appeared to be becoming rather aroused by the mere sight of Her Heavenly body.
One whisper of "Relaxxxxx..." and Mahmoud was already beginning to relax. Haylee began leading him into deep hypnosis. "That's right. Stare into my eyes and relax. Go deeper and deeper for me. Empty all other thoughts out of your mind and focus on my words. Let my words become your every thought." Mahmoud seemed to sink in his chair, his face relaxing, his arms and legs starting to go limp. "Deeper and deeper into this relaxation. Let my words guide you. You know you're enjoying this. You are, aren't you? It's okay to admit, I won't tell anyone. Tell me." Mahmoud nodded. Haylee smiled "Mmmm, good boy! That's right. Relax and go deeper. Deep and 10 times deeper whenever I tell you what a good boy you are." Mahmoud only managed a nod. He was so sure of himself, but now he found himself slowly becoming putty in Her capable hands. "You love this. You love surrendering yourself to me, don't you?" She asked. Mahmoud only nodded. "Yes. Surrender to Me is blisssssss", She replied. "Now, go even deeper for me. Give into me. Let my words dig deep into your mind. You have no will left." Mahmoud nodded again. Haylee continued, "So easy to give into me. So easy to surrender your mind to your Goddess, isn't it?" Mahmoud smiled and nodded.
Haylee was delighted at Her success. "Such a good boy! Now, look me in the eyes and tell me that you're mine." Mahmoud nodded, "I am Yours, Goddess Haylee." Haylee quietly moaned with delight. Owning him brought Her great pleasure. "Now Mahmoud, sleep for me." Mahmoud's head dropped. "You've been developing nuclear weapons, haven't you?", She asked. Mahmoud nodded. "Such a naughty boy. You want to be a good boy for Your Goddess, don't you?" Mahmoud nodded. Haylee smiled. "My pleasure is Your ultimate pleasure, and you want to please me, don't you?" Mahmoud nodded again. "I knew you did. From now on you won't play with your nuclear weapons. They displease me. Instead, when you feel hostile, you'll play with yourself instead. You will get completely naked, kneel on the floor, and play with your own little nuclear weapon. One thing, Mahmoud. You won't cum until I give you permission. In fact, you'll never, ever cum again until you stand before your people on live TV and tell them that you are the sole property of your Goddess Haylee, and that women are not to be mistreated, only revered. Until then, you will ache uncontrollably. Do you understand, Mahmoud?" Iran One nodded. Haylee smiled. "Good boy. Now, you'll be downloading all of my MP3s immediately, and as you do, you will remind yourself that it is all for Haylee. And you want to please your Haylee, don't you?" Iran One nodded. "Good boy. Now, open your eyes for a moment. I want you to stand, pull down your trousers, and kneel before me." Mahmoud stood and did just as She'd told him to do. Haylee smiled. "Listen very carefully. In a moment, you'll begin to stroke your cock hard. With each stroke, you'll repeat the words "All for Haylee". You'll ache greatly and want to cum, but remember, you can't. I own you now, and it's not what I want you to do. You'll continue until someone comes into the room, then you'll stop. At that moment, you'll be fully awake. You'll forget most of this meeting, but my commands will be there, deep in your mind. You'll tell whoever comes through that door that I was clearly the most beautiful woman you've ever met and my words have changed your mind. Because they have, haven't they?" Mahmoud nodded in the affirmative, sweat slowly pouring down his face. Haylee smiled. "Good boy. I look forward to your communications of devotion to me. It was nice meeting you, my little pet. Now, stroke that little cock for me." And so Mahmoud did as he was told.
Haylee caught her return flight back to the United States. The White House was all too eager to quietly give Her a special commendation for Her excellent service to Her country. They could never hold the press conference that the President and Vice President had asked for, but knowing She was the real Leader of the Free World brought Her greater satisfaction than that could have. She knew it would come to pass sooner rather than later. Content with what She'd done to make the world a better place, Goddess Haylee slipped into Her own bed, and drifted off to a nice, relaxing sleep.
