Stories

Daphne

She picked up er glasses, examined them. Maybe I could get non-corrective lenses? Julian said that she looked cute in them (she often wore them to bed for the sex portion of the evening), and she'd hate to have to give up the slutty librarian look that he (and she) liked.

Daphne

Later, in bed, as they fucked, she told him what had happened at the offsite. They hadn't bothered doing anything to make her forget what they'd done to her. They wanted her to remember.

Daphne

Through all of our fucking he was giving me soft direct programming, slowly tearing away any resistance (there wasn't any, but I was happy to play that that was), and really just erasing my mind and filling it with a new personality, which was of a docile, obedient, mechanical cunt. And mouth.

Daphne

"This means I can come in you?"

"Of course, darling. It's what I'm here for."

"What if I wanted to come in your mouth instead?"

"Even the most proper wife should allow her husband to spend in her mouth." ("Spend?" she thought. That's very Victorian.)

Daphne

She smiled, and said, "Thank you." Perhaps it was my imagination, but did she add, almost too quietly to hear, "… Master"?

Daphne

The fact that this basically meant my non-working-life would be spent sexually pleasing men seemed a feature, not a bug.

Daphne

It had been on their honeymoon the first time this had happened to her. They were lying in bed, and he started playing with her pussy. She gratefully opened her legs to allow him easy access, and it felt wonderful… wonderful… and then her brain was wrapped in a soft mist, and all she could do was whimper with desire.

Daphne

She bowed her head. "As you command, Master." There was not a trace of teasing in her voice.

Daphne

I did what any reasonable woman would do, and spent Saturday taking explicit selfies. OK, maybe the train of logic there is not clear to you, but I assure you it made perfect sense at the time.

Daphne

She heard the door open as she was finishing in the kitchen. She took a deep breath, hung up the apron, and positioned herself. He came in, with the secretary just behind him.

He said, "Darling, I'd like to introduce Vagina."

Daphne

While I am not susceptible to guilt for "leading someone on," I do have to say that yelling at him now for having the presumption to try to hypnotize me into sex would be pretty weaksauce when he almost earned an Access All Areas pass through the old fashion method of great foreplay.

Daphne

My first reaction was, Be careful what you believe! If you think someone can, it's likely they'll be able to do it to you.

But I didn't. And, be honest? Would you have, in the same situation?

All hypnosis is really self-hypnosis, after all.

Daphne

As she and her friend talked, she found herself flirting with him a bit. Leaning forward. Talking a little bit more about sex with her husband than she normally would. She caught herself doing it, and started an internal conversation, like one of those cartoons with an angel and a devil on each shoulder.

Daphne

That day, she was in an anxious whirl of indecision. Yes? No? His tone had been so neutral, she had no guidance as to what he wanted. No one had really ever seen her as his wife. Would it spoil everything if someone did? Would it make the marriage finally seem completely real?

Daphne

I realize I've stopped talking and he's just holding forth, but he doesn't seem to have noticed. I switch to studying his eyes more closely. They're not completely green. There are little flecks of gold in them. They're really pretty eyes, actually.

Daphne

As she sucked on him, she imagined the view from the side, her white-blonde hair bobbing up and down, him with a drink in his hand. She nearly laughed at how perfectly it matched the stereotype. Like an old porn movie, or a Playboy cartoon. She loved it.

Daphne

She felt as though she would faint, but she just stood, letting the camera in the darkness see. Then, she let her arms drop, and the robe fell off.

Daphne

As the cab pulled onto the freeway, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small lacquer box. She opened it, very carefully, and pulled out a diamond ring and a plain gold band. She slipped the first, then the second onto her left hand. She could almost feel and hear a click as the rings settled into place.

Daphne

They were talking about dating, and he mentioned that he hadn't even been on a date for a month, let alone got laid. She nodded sympathetically (it had been even longer for her), and then it came out: "Well, I could give you a blow job. If you wanted."

Daphne

"You have a very lovely mouth," he said. Well, that's very specific, she thought. She parted her lips, just a bit, as if allowing more inspection. This is crazy, she thought. And we should have gotten to my floor by now.

Daphne

Why did I let him hypnotize me? she thought. I didn't think you could do… what he did, with hypnosis.