Julia Roberts walked from the shop straight into a clutch of waiting reporters. She sighed deeply, disappointed that she had failed to lose them at the hotel. She made a mental note to update her disguise a little before diving into the throng of jostling bumping animals that made up the English gutter press. Stepping on feet and pushing for all she was worth Julia made the road, her car only feet away was boxed in and immovable, some of the more enterprising reporters had no doubt seen to that.
Clenching her teeth Julia ran between the sluggish traffic looking for a way out. She liked London and since filming Notting Hill, she had gotten to know it a little better, but not well enough to evade these smug little bastards. Julia could here cameras clicking behind her, she began to run, looking from side to side for somewhere she could hide and let them pass. Julia turned a corner and saw a narrow alleyway; she ducked inside and ran as fast as she could hoping that if the reporters lost sight of her that they would give up the chase. Like a fox being chased by the hounds Julia knew she needed somewhere to go to ground and wait them out, these hounds would break up into groups and hunt the area. Julia saw a part open shop doorway; she darted inside and slammed the door. Julia was breathing heavily, she looked around the surprisingly bright interior, and of the places she had chosen to hide she'd chosen a Laundromat. She saw a man smiling at her. She smiled back.
"Can I help you miss?"
"Can I wait here for a while?"
"I was just getting ready to close Miss."
"Please I'm being chased."
"Chased Miss? Who by?"
"Reporters, they can't be far behind now."
"YES DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE ME?"
"Oh yes you're that actress, Julia Roberts. My goodness."
"Can I stay?"
"What.. Oh yes of course. Reporters you say. I'll shut the door and pull the shutters down."
"Thank you I will make this up to you."
The man smiled at her strangely and locked the door. As soon as he closed the blind a rush of reporters rushed by, one of them trying the door as he passed. Julia heard him shout to one of the others. "Locked, where is the Yank bitch?"
Julia gritted her teeth and turned to thank her rescuer. "Thanks. That was close, I need to stay here for a while, until they go and look somewhere else."
"The man looked at her again. He was silent for a few seconds as if he was considering his options, finally he spoke. "Stay as long as you like Miss Roberts I have some more washing to dry. I am sure that they will be gone by then."
"I hope so."
The man pointed to a chair in front of one of the dryers. "Have a sit down Miss Roberts. You could be here for a little while."
Julia sat down and reached into her bag for her mobile phone. She started to dial a number before realizing that the battery was dead. "Damn."
"Is something wrong Miss Roberts"
"Do you have a phone here?"
"No I'm sorry. The nearest one is about 50 yards down the street."
"Guess I'll just have to sit here for a while then."
The man smiled and continued with his work. Owen had recognized her as soon as she had walked in the door. How could anyone not recognize one of the most beautiful women in the world? She was sat there watching old Mrs. Makin's underwear drying. He suppressed a laugh. The only thing now was thinking how to take advantage of the situation. He thought of the camera equipment in the room upstairs and how much he could earn with just one good picture. Somehow though he couldn't see her flashing her tits for him in a London launderette. He watched her sitting there with her elbows resting on her thighs staring at the spinning machine lost in her own thoughts. A memory flashed through Owens mind and it took his breath away. He knew it would never work, not in real life, but Owen reckoned that he had very little to lose. Owen moved to a position standing over her, she didn't even hear him approach. Owen began to talk in a relaxed and soothing voice. " I like to watch them to, when I'm tense. I think they give me comfort. There's something compelling about the way that they circle around, gently changing shapes and colors that fix themselves in your mind and help the tension to just drain away. You never know which color will attract you the most. I like the blues best, relaxing and cool, mellow friendly. Around and around in ever changing patterns, they catch your eyes and compel you to watch. Pulling you in to their world. A world of ever changing patterns and the soft drone of the machine. Soon you need to get closer and closer, to look deeper and deeper. The deeper you look the more relaxed that you feel. The more relaxed you feel the deeper and closer you want to get."
Julia almost imperceptibly at first began to move forward. Her breathing was slow and even. Owen swallowed hard not daring to believe that this was actually going to work. "Breathe deeply and relax, breathe deeply and relax. You feel warm and comfortable your troubles are drifting farther and farther away. For the first time in an age you feel like you can let go. You feel safe here safe and warm. Listen to the machine Julia, listen to the machine." Owen stopped.
Using her first name had been a gamble but the actress had seemed oblivious and just sat there as close as she could get to the machine without actually falling from her chair. "The machine is your friend Julia listen carefully as it washes away your worries and with it your resistance. Don't resist Julia just let everything except the sound of the machine and the sound of my voice just vanish into the distance."
Owen could see that the actress was on the verge of falling from the chair, he gently sat her back in the chair. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth partially open. "Julia when the machine stops the only sound you will still here is the sound of my voice. Do you understand." Julia nodded weakly. Owen reached over and switched off the machine. Julia moaned quietly. "Can you hear me Julia?"
"You must miss the machines sound?"
"The machine is your friend."
"Do you want to hear the machine again Julia?"
When you hear the machine again you will be unable to distinguish it from the sound of my voice. To you I will be an extension to the machine. I will be your friend. You will listen to my voice and you will obey me. Do you understand?"
Owen started the machine and watched as a look of pure pleasure filled her face. "I am you friend. You will obey me."
"I will obey you."
"You are my slave"
"I am your slave."
Owen turned off the machine again. "Who am I?"
"You are my Master"
"What must you do?"
"I must obey you."
"Good. When I snap my fingers you will wake up. You will be extremely happy to be here and will have not even the slightest wish to leave."
Owen snapped his fingers. The sleeping beauty awoke and stood before him her eyes alive with anticipation. "What happens now Master?"
"Follow me upstairs. I think we'll start with some pictures."
Fifteen minutes later Julia was knelt before him naked staring intently at his erect cock. Around the edge of the room were a dozen or so camera's in varying positions. "OK Julia let's get started." Julia smiled and then began to suck the end of his rigid cock. Owen began to move forward thrusting it deeper into her mouth. Camera after camera clicked away controlled by the remotes that Owen held behind his back. Owen didn't see much; his eyes were closed in ecstasy as Julia made him come, covering her face and breasts with in his juices. Over the next few days every sleazy tabloid in the world was running pictures of Julia Roberts involved in all sorts of disgusting sexual acts with unknown partners. Unknown to everyone but Owen that was. The actress herself was not available for comment, as since the release of the pictures she had become a total recluse. At that moment Julia was busy watching her tumble drier, she was relaxed and naked. Happy in the knowledge that Owen would be back soon. The machine was nice to listen to but it was no substitute for the real thing.
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