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\"\"Richard Has A Change Of Life<\/span><\/strong><\/h1>\n

It was a bright hot summer\u2019s morning in June. Although it was only 7.30am the temperature was already beginning to rise and the clear blue sky above signalled the likelihood of another scorching day.<\/h3>\n

Richard Pemberton strode purposefully along the pedestrianised road in the city centre. It was early so there was no-one else about yet but Richard was a man on a mission. He worked for a large firm of insurance brokers and yesterday he had been called into the senior director\u2019s office to be told that he was to be made the new chief area co-ordinator. This was his third promotion in just eighteen months and at the age of twenty eight life was good. A new girlfriend, another pay increase, a company car soon to be his, there was no doubt about it he was on the fast track. But hell, he deserved it, he had worked his butt off since joining the company and it was about time he reaped the rewards. An early start today would demonstrate his commitment. He whistled contentedly as he walked along, gazing into the shop windows.<\/h3>\n

About fifty metres ahead there was a bench which was situated in the middle of the concourse. Richard could see a girl sitting on it, she had long blonde hair and was wearing a white cotton t-shirt together with what he judged to be a pair of cut-off jeans. He judged her to be probably in her late teens and as he came nearer he was struck by the girl\u2019s long and very shapely legs. She was almost as good looking as his girlfriend and he wondered what she was doing here at this time in the morning.<\/h3>\n

It was at that moment that she slightly inclined her head and for the first time Richard gazed upon her angelic face. Whoa! his mind screamed. All comparisons to his girlfriend had been forgotten. The girl had the most incredible eyes he had ever seen. They were a stunning emerald green and seemed to sparkle.<\/h3>\n

He had meant to say Good Morning but the words died in his throat as he passed her. His throat felt constricted and his breathing highly elevated. After walking for another twenty yards or so, Richard realised he just had to gaze upon that angelic countenance again. But how? He couldn\u2019t just turn around and stare at her. She would think he was a creep. But he knew that if he kept on walking he would never see her again and he just couldn\u2019t bear that. His mind raced furiously and then it came to him. About sixty or so yards back he had passed a post box. He could pretend he had forgotten to post a letter that would give him an excuse to walk back past her.<\/h3>\n

He stopped. \u201cOh damn\u201d\u201d he exclaimed, hoping he sounded convincing. He turned round and started walking back. As he passed the girl again, Richard pretended to nonchalantly gaze around, making sure he got a good look at her. He felt a thrill course through him as he caught sight of her beautiful features once more. She truly had the face of an angel. Her eyes, emerald green he had thought before, were actually a brilliant azure blue. She appeared not to have noticed him, her attention seemingly fixed on the shop window display opposite.<\/h3>\n

As he walked past her once more Richard felt his heart hammering in his chest, he seemed to need more air so was having to breathe through his mouth. He reached the post box and stood in font of it with his back to the girl. He couldn\u2019t let her see that he didn\u2019t actually have anything to post so maintaining his stance he raised his arm to the letterbox and pretended to post a letter.<\/h3>\n

Now he could walk back and sneak a final look at this stunning girl. He needed to look at those eyes one final time. Those incredible eyes that seemed to have imprinted themselves indelibly onto his brain. Perhaps he could even compose himself enough to wish her a good morning as he passed by. As he turned round and approached her once more he seemed to feel a slight heaviness in his legs. He shrugged it off. This was stupid. Why was he acting so idiotically? She was just a girl for pity\u2019s sake, yes undeniably a beautiful girl, well, ok, a very, very beautiful girl , in fact the most beautiful girl he had ever seen\u2026Richard breathed in hard and shook his head. His mind was babbling. What on earth was wrong with him? It was time to act like a man. He would look at her, smile, wish her a very good morning and then coolly walk on.<\/h3>\n

He was almost upon her now and turned his head to look at her. To his shock she was staring right at him. Trying to recover himself he opened his mouth to speak but then it registered that her eyes were green again. Hadn\u2019t they been blue before? How could they keep changing colour? They must have been green all along, and what a beautiful deep green. So rich. He felt himself drifting and then falling. Soon all he was aware of was his own deep breathing as he stood there transfixed by the hypnotic beauty of the girl\u2019s eyes.<\/h3>\n

Suddenly she spoke and he snapped out of his stupor with a start. How long had he been standing there?<\/h3>\n

\u201cYour name?\u201d she snapped.\u00a0 \u201cRichard,\u201d he replied.<\/h3>\n

\u201cSurname?\u201d. \u201cPemberton.\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cAnnual income.\u201d \u201c\u00a340,000.\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cCredit card limit?\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cSeven thou-, W-w-wait a minute\u201d Richard gasped shaking his head vigorously. He couldn\u2019t believe it. Who did she think she was, asking him such personal questions? She had actually asked him what his annual salary was. Even worse he had blurted it out without thinking. Well he wouldn\u2019t allow himself to be interrogated in this way. She might have the face of a goddess but her manners left a lot to be desired. However, he didn\u2019t want to cause a scene and what\u2019s more, he was a gentleman. He would just indulge in some brief social niceties and then be on his way.<\/h3>\n

\u201cYes, my name is Richard Pemberton. Good morning to you\u201d he smiled offering his hand. \u201cAnd may I enquire your name, young lady?\u201d<\/h3>\n

The girl shifted her gaze, affecting total disinterest. She didn\u2019t offer her hand or bother to reply to his question. Richard felt a surge of anger. Poor manners were one thing but this was just plain rudeness. He snorted. \u201cWell have a nice day\u201d he exclaimed sarcastically and strode off angrily. He had work to do and he had dallied here long enough.<\/h3>\n

He hadn\u2019t even gone five strides when her voice rang out commandingly.
\n\u201cStop right there!\u201d. He ground to a halt.<\/h3>\n

\u201cI have not dismissed you from my presence, Richie dear. Walking off like that was so very rude and I cannot abide rudeness.\u201d<\/h3>\n

Richard was outraged. He would not even turn to look at her.
\n\u201cFirstly,\u201d he hissed. \u201cIt\u2019s Richard, not Richie. Secondly, you are the one who has displayed all the rudeness. Your manners are appalling and your demeanour is disagreeable. Quite frankly I have no more time to waste here. Goodbye!\u201d<\/h3>\n

He went to move but before he could, she spoke again, this time her voice cooing seductively.
\n\u201cBut Richie. Surely it\u2019s rude to sneak lecherous looks at innocent young women on public benches. Surely it\u2019s creepy to pretend to use a post box just so that one can walk up and down ogling a sweet young woman. Wouldn\u2019t you say, Richie?<\/h3>\n

Richard\u2019s face flushed scarlet. How could she possibly have known? He felt ashamed. But really, he hadn\u2019t been ogling. He had just looked. A perfectly natural urge, nothing unhealthy about it. And if she was so innocent why was there such a mocking tone in her voice?\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cAnd one more thing Richie\u201d she purred. \u201cYou\u2019re not going anywhere. I forbid you to take another step.\u201d<\/h3>\n

Right, that was it. He\u2019d had enough of this. Time to leave. He went to move his right leg and to his absolute horror found that he couldn\u2019t. What was this? He felt a surge of panic and then an odd feeling in his chest. A kind of weakness quickly followed by butterflies in his stomach. Richard desperately strained to move his leg but it seemed to be stuck fast, in fact paralysed. He switched to the left leg but to his consternation it too would not move. A tinkle of mocking laughter sounded behind him.<\/h3>\n

\u201cTry as hard as you can Richie. Put all your manly strength into it. But the harder you try the more you\u2019ll be paralysed.\u201d<\/h3>\n

Richard gritted his teeth and strained. He felt sweat pop out on his forehead as he tried with all his might to move his right leg. But he couldn\u2019t move a muscle. He was well and truly tooted to the spot. What kind of witchery was this?\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cNow Richie, I think it\u2019s time you turned to face me. Turn round Richie.\u201d<\/h3>\n

He felt his legs and hips moving of their own accord. Now he was facing her once more.<\/h3>\n

\u201cNow Richie, Be a good boy, come here.\u201d She raised her right forefinger and he saw that it was slender and beautiful. Then she slowly beckoned to him and he felt his body shoot forward. She beckoned again and once more he was violently pulled forward. Once more she beckoned and the process was repeated. She winked slowly. Richard felt humiliated and very frightened.<\/h3>\n

At length he stood directly in front of the girl who was still seated in the same position she had been all along.
\n\u201cW-what do you want\u201d he stammered. \u201cP-please. I just want to go to work.\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cOh you\u2019re going to be working alright Richie darling\u201d she smiled. \u201cLet me explain everything. I\u2019m new to this area and unfortunately it wasn\u2019t a viable proposition to bring my slaves with me. I had to leave them behind. The poor dears were heartbroken, you know. So the upshot of it all is that I\u2019ve been looking for a fresh slave to start a new stable. And now I\u2019ve found one. You, Richie dear.\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cW-what the hell are you talking about\u201d Riched hissed. \u201cSlaves? That sort of thing is illegal. I\u2019ll report you to the police, this is outrageous…\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cOh shut up Richie!\u201d she interrupted harshly. \u201cYou\u2019re being tedious. You should feel very honoured. I don\u2019t just let anyone serve me, you know. I\u2019m very fussy. Now I think it\u2019s time to get going. I live about a mile from here. There\u2019s a whole pile of dishes waiting to be cleaned and heaps of laundry. Not to mention the general housework. You\u2019re going to be a very busy boy today.\u201d<\/h3>\n

Richard couldn\u2019t speak. He looked into her eyes. She was just so beautiful. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Surely the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Would it really be so bad to serve such an absolute goddess. She smiled and he felt a part of himself slipping away. No\u2014ooo, this couldn\u2019t be! With an almighty effort he resisted. If he didn\u2019t somehow escape very soon he knew he would be lost.<\/h3>\n

\u201cBut what about my job?\u201d he pleaded.<\/h3>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll just have to take a sickie today\u201d she replied.<\/h3>\n

\u201cBut I\u2019ll get the sack\u201d he whimpered.<\/h3>\n

\u201cFor one sick day? I hardly think so Richie. Now, don\u2019t worry. I\u2019ll let you keep your job. A slave with no income is no good to me at all. I\u2019m a girl with very expensive tastes, you know.\u201d She winked at him mockingly. She turned away and delved into the bag she had beside her, seemingly searching for something.<\/h3>\n

This was his chance. She was distracted and it was now or never. He tried to move his legs but it was as if they were \u201csuperglued\u201d to the pavement. But his arms were free. And his mobile phone was in his back pocket. If he could just dial his workplace and shout for help. It wasn\u2019t even 8.00am yet but Peter would be there. Peter was always there. He grabbed the phone and furiously began to punch in the numbers. Come on. Almost there.<\/h3>\n

\u201cStop, Richie\u201d he heard her cooing voice. Oh no. His finger hung just above the final digit. He tried desperately to lower it, he just had to hit that number. Straining like never before he concentrated with all his might. His finger moved fractionally, just a millimetre or two, then a bit more. \u201cCome on. Please!\u201d he groaned. And then just like that it was all over. All the strength left his arm and his finger hung in the air as if in suspended animation.<\/h3>\n

\u201cI must say you\u2019re quite a lot of fun Richie. It\u2019s quite unusual for a man to be able to resist me as much as you have. In retrospect you\u2019re going to have to take the whole week off work. I can see that I won\u2019t be able to let you stray far until I\u2019ve fully conditioned you. Now, give me that phone.\u201d<\/h3>\n

She extended her palm and snapped her fingers. He gazed adoringly at her hand. Her fingers were so long and slender and beautiful. He sensed his own arm moving and felt utter defeat as he saw himself place the phone into her outstretched hand. Smiling she held the phone about six inches above her opened bag. Then her fingers parted, the phone dropped into the bag and she zipped it up in one quick motion.<\/h3>\n

\u201cJust bear with me a moment Richie darling\u201d she simpered as she produced a compact case and proceeded to apply her lipstick, all the while primping herself in the mirror. \u201cA girl must always look her best, don\u2019t you think so Richie?\u201d she purred seductively.<\/h3>\n

Richard gazed at her in awe. She was just so heartstoppingly beautiful. How could any other woman even come close to her. He was breathing harshly again. God, he wanted to serve her. How could he ever have doubted it. She was right to demand servitude because she deserved it. And she had chosen him. A poor lowly male not fit to kiss the ground she walked on. How could he ever hope to be worthy of her?. But he would try! He would try so hard!<\/h3>\n

She had stood up and he could see that she was tall, about 5\u20199 to 5\u201910.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t even know your name\u201d he murmured.<\/h3>\n

\u201cMy name is Ariel, but you will call me Goddess\u201d she replied. \u201cNow, follow me.\u201d Suddenly he could move and he fell into line beside her.<\/h3>\n

\u201cStop\u201d she exclaimed. She turned to face him and shockingly he felt the left hand side of his face explode. She had face-slapped him\u2026and quite harshly. His cheek stung and burned.<\/h3>\n

\u201cI said follow me\u201d she snapped. \u201cThat means you walk behind me. Ten yards. No more, no less. Do I have to explain everything?\u201d<\/h3>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry Goddess\u201d he muttered. He stood looking down at the pavement, so ashamed that he could not meet her gaze.<\/h3>\n

\u201cNow, let\u2019s try again\u201d she snapped.<\/h3>\n

She moved off striding confidently and Richard fell in behind her. As she walked he stared adoringly at her slowly swaying hips and beautiful shapely legs. Her lustrous blonde hair hung down to her waist and shimmered in the slight breeze. When he\u2019d woken up that morning he\u2019d been convinced that the world was his oyster, but now he knew his life had been changed forever.<\/h3>\n

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