Cursed with a Fantasy Ch. 2-5
I spent most of the next day furiously trying not to think of Amy being hypnotized by the Mind Master. I did a pretty good job of it, through just pure mental discipline, at least until about 3:00.
That’s when Amy came into my office with her iphone in her hands and her ear buds in.
“Hey, so the guy you thought was a creep was at least very appreciative of our help yesterday” she told me as my heart just about stopped.
“Why do you say that?” I asked, trying not to sound panicked.
“He sent me a nice thank you note, and offered one of his apps that he sells for free. I checked it out. Now that I’ve downloaded the app, I can choose from ‘weight gain’, ‘nail biting’, ‘smoking’, ‘insomnia’…. Hmmm, I hope these things keep you from these things instead of give them to you” she joked.
I was so freaked out that I forgot to laugh for a second. Then I did. It sounded forced, at least to me.
“What the heck, I might as well try one, right? Maybe the sleep one. You know how sometimes I want to jog at night, but then I’m too wired to go to sleep? Maybe I’ll try it for that” she said. Amy always loved getting free things, she was always quite frugal at heart.
The thought of her listening to the Mind Master’s hypnotic voice and going into a hypnotic sleep was just about too much for me to handle. I started to sweat. My cock instantly became hard as a rock. Fortunately, I was sitting at my desk, so I was able to just push my chair in a little more to hide my bulge. Not that Amy was looking, she was fiddling around with her new app.
I was horny, and that always made it hard to be strong. But I loved her, and I knew this was a bad thing. “Babe, I don’t think you should start messing with that stuff. I don’t think you want some guy you don’t know messing around with your head.”
Amy laughed. “Brent, you sound like Nancy with her ghost baloney. This hypnosis stuff doesn’t really work like you see on TV”. Nancy was Amy’s older sister. One night, late after a family party, Nancy revealed that she believed in ghosts. Amy was floored. She didn’t actually say it in words, but I know that she lost a little respect for Nancy’s intellect that night.
I didn’t want to come off like Nancy. “Ok, but if you start robbing banks in your sleep, don’t blame me” I said, trying to blow it off like it was no big deal.
“If I can finally go for a jog after 7:00, it will be worth a little grand larceny.” She quipped as she walked out of my office, back to hers.
I was still hard as a rock as I realized Amy was committed to listening to the Mind Master’s hypnosis track. Making sure no one was looking, I masturbated under my desk. I felt bad about that, but there was still a fair amount of day left, and I couldn’t be walking around with an erection.
The rest of that night went by so slowly, for me at least. I was beyond preoccupied with the thought of Amy being hypnotized by the Mind Master’s iphone app. The smallest things had me so worked up, like when she charged her phone during dinner so that she wouldn’t run out of battery power later.
She went for her run and I got our son off to bed. She watched a few minutes of tv when she got back, and then finally hopped in the shower. I so desperately wanted to yell at her to hurry up, but I obviously couldn’t.
Flashes of fear and guilt almost made me delete the app, or smash her phone, even tell her the whole truth, but my fascination and arousal won out each time, much to my shame.
When she was done with her shower, she fully dried her hair. She was clearly in no rush here!
Finally, she grabbed her phone and went to bed. She was chatting about the whole thing nonchalantly as she plugged in her earbuds. She had no idea what was going on inside my head, as her idle chatter continued. She was talking about the intro music, the graphics on the app, everything. Basically giving play by play.
“He’s talking now. He does have a nice voice…” she said, a little louder than usual speaking tone, which was always the case when someone was talking with earphones in.
“He talks really slow and even. I can tell he is good… at this” she said slowly.
“I think…….” She added, then sort of … stalled. Oh my god. It was working! I watched Amy’s eyes blink slowly. She was getting drowsy. Her eyes were fighting to stay open. Soon they lost the fight, her eyes closed. The Mind Master had just hypnotized my wife to sleep.
I wanted to pull out the earbuds and stop this, but I was frozen with fear, fascination, and arousal. Like the weak, weak man I am, I chose to jerk off instead of stopping what I knew was a bad idea.
As always, after I came, I had a bit more clarity, a bit more willpower. As I looked at Amy, so beautiful as she slept, I got the courage to pull the earbuds away. If I awoke her and had to come clean about the whole thing, then so be it.
That’s when she whispered “deeper and deeper”. My hands were almost at the cords when she said it. She was responding to the hypnotic track she was listening to. My hands trembled as I stayed motionless in that position for a few moments before she spoke again.
“I’m there” she whispered. Where? Clearly it was some sort of thing where he was either telling her to respond when she got to a place that he described for her, or maybe a certain level of trance.
Then, in a shocking twist, Amy opened her eyes. Not a lot, they were still heavy and glazed, but she opened them and looked right at her phone. I got my hands out of the way, and just watched her as she undid her keypad lock and went to her text messaging icon. She typed in some number and typed the phrase “I am deeply hypnotized”. Then she immediately closed her eyes again.
Oh crap! She just gave someone, presumably the Mind Master, her cell phone number. Fuck, fuck, fuck! This had gone too far. His connection to my real life was now to fucking close and it was all my fault. I actually slapped my own forehead in frustration and shame.
I was so caught up in my angst that I didn’t notice that she had opened her eyes again, by the time I realized she was typing, she had already hit send. I realized immediately that she had sent my cell phone number out.
This was all happening so fast. I ran down stairs and got my cell phone before sprinting back up to the bedroom. Before I could even cross the threshold of my room, the familiar ding of a text message came up. The message said, “Remember this?” There was a picture attached.
It was a picture of Kelly Blakely, in her blue fox fur coat. It must have been taken the night that of the show at my college back in 1995. I hadn’t seen her in real life in so long, nevermind in that coat. Yet I had fantasized about it hundreds upon hundreds of times. God, she was even hotter than I remembered. My dick instantly became hard again, even though I had cum just a few minutes before. This was before the days of cell phone cameras, or even digital cameras, so to take a picture, you needed to have a camera on you, then get film developed. Basically, it was less common to have a picture of every moment of your life. And despite the mental pictures I had in my mind, I had not seen her like this in eighteen or so years.
I was lost in memories and arousal when my phone rang right in my hands, startling me. It was a number I didn’t recognize, though I knew exactly who it was going to be.
“Hello?” I answered, just in case I was wrong about who was on the other end, I didn’t want to start making crazy accusations right off the bat.
“Did you enjoy the trip down memory lane Quarterback?” he asked, confirming that I was right about my caller.
“How did you get this picture?” I asked. I’ll point out that I am never a quick thinker when it comes to conversation
“I took it. With a camera” he deadpanned.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“Because I can. Because I am bored. Because I always like to test my powers. Are any of those reasons good enough?”
“No Goddamnit! You are going to fuck up my entire life!” I yelled into the phone.
“Just relax” he said calmy.
I did relax, but I was still mad. This guy was screwing with my head, and was now on the way to screwing with Amy’s head. “I want you to stop this” I told him firmly.
“Look at the picture on your phone Quarterback, put me on speaker” he said. I did so, as I so desperately wanted to check out that shot of Kelly Blakely in that fur, on the night that had changed my life. I couldn’t help myself, my cock won out.
“That’s it, just stare at the picture and let the thoughts and feelings, and the urges wash over you. You’ve fantasized about it all so much, haven’t you?”
“Keep staring at the picture. Just stare at it, let it become your focus. Stare at the picture and listen only to the sound of my voice.”.
I knew what he was doing, but I couldn’t resist, no matter how hard I tried. Or maybe I didn’t try at all, I’m really not sure.
“She looked so beautiful when she was hypnotized, didn’t she?” he asked.
“Yes” I replied. Oh did she ever, there was something about that expression she had. All of her attitude was gone, she was just relaxed, blissed, out, obedient and open. Oh god it was all so sexy.
“Close your eyes….” He instructed, and my eyes shut.
I want you to think back to that night, coming to my dressing room. It was all so surreal, so sexy though. I want you to remember it all so clearly now.” He instructed, and I did. It all came back to me so vividly, even more so than when I had fantasized about it in the past. I actually could smell the familiar scents of the student center mixed with the perfume that Kelly wore. I remembered him fucking her up against the wall. It was all so fucking sexy.
“You’ve fantasized about this for so long, haven’t you quarterback?” he teased.
“I have” I admitted with out hesitation.
“What if it had been Amy with you that night instead of the blonde girl? Think about it quarterback, think about Amy in a fur coat like the one she had one. Think about Amy going to that show with you back in college.”
Even in my hypnotized state, I knew what he was doing. Little did he know that I had already thought of this more than I would like to admit. However, in the trance I was in, it all seemed a bit more vivid. I suddenly did think of Amy in a white fox fur coat. She looked so natural in it, so unbelievably cute, beautiful, and sexy all at the same time.
Suddenly, the whole familiar scene started replaying in my head, only now it was so clearly Amy instead.
“Yes, see it now Quarterback, see me taking her, see her so completely under my power. It’s so sexy to you. The most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. She has never, ever been more attractive to you, never been sexier. But now, your fantasy has another element. Now it is mixed with fear. Fear and jealousy. The feelings just make the arousal more intense though. The more you don’t want it to happen, the sexier it is. You want to see her hypnotized, don’t you? You want to see her deep in hypnotic trance because it turns you on so very, very much, doesn’t it?”
“Look at her now, she is deep in my hypnotic slumber right now Quarterback, I know she is. That app that I gave her is so interactive. I know exactly where she is in my hypnotic induction script at this very moment. Look at her sleeping there quarterback. She isn’t just asleep, she’s deep in hypnotic trance for me. How does that make you feel?”
I looked at Amy. Oh god she was so beautiful, so sexy there, deeply hypnotized. He was right damnit, I did love the look of a hypnotized woman. I was so hard it hurt. “I’m so hard” I found myself admitting to this fucking guy.
“That’s right Quarterback, so turned on. And in…. one minute and seventeen seconds, you are going to be able to watch Amy get so turned on, see her become so aroused. You’ll be wondering what she is hearing to get her so aroused, won’t you?”
“Yes” I admitted. I was so curious, yet so scared.
I watched her just sleeping for what seemed like an eternity. Then she started squirming a little bit. She bit her bottom lip. I noticed her hips slowly grinding beneath the covers. Oh god it was so sexy, I was still holding the phone, but my other hand started stroking my cock. It felt so good.
“Oh by the way Quarterback, you’ll now find that no matter how hard you try, you can’t cum unless I give you permission. Unless you have my permission you can no longer cum, you know that to be true, don’t you Quarterback”
“Yes, damn you, yes” I said. I hated this guy so fucking much.
I sped up my stroking, determined to spite him, but I quickly found he was right. I just couldn’t cum. I was so fucking turned on watching my hypnotized and aroused wife, but I couldn’t fucking cum without his god damn permission.
“Fine, fuck this. Fine. Can I cum please you asshole?” I said to him in anger.
“Certainly not with that attitude. I think you are just going to stay very, very horny for a while” he laughed.
“No, I have to work, I have responsibilities!” I told him. I got up and started pacing around the room. This was too much. I couldn’t live like this.
“Well, you’ll be very horny when attending to those responsibilities. What’s worse is we both know that the hornier you are, the more you want to see Amy fall under my hypnotic power. My file is a long one, so it is going to keep going for a while. I’ll tell you what Quarterback, I’ll give you a little tip, you may want to get yourself near the bed. You are going to fall asleep when I count to three… One…”
I knew he was probably right, I tried to get over to the bed, when I heard him say with a snicker “two-three!”. Then everything went dark.
The morning light felt good on my face as I slowly woke up. I stretched and it felt great. I felt great. I realized I still had the earbuds in, and then I remembered listening to the hypnosis track before bed. I didn’t remember much of it as I thought back, but that I did remember how attractive the Mind Master’s voice was. God, it was like silk… masculine, authoritative silk. Did that make sense? Didn’t matter I guess. I suppose it all made sense though, you don’t get to be the world’s most powerful hypnotist with a bad voice, right?
It was strange, I never thought that I could be hypnotized before, but then again, I’m just a regular person, and the Mind Master could hypnotize anyone. I briefly wondered if he hypnotized his wife or girlfriend during sex. Was she his sex slave? God, that would be so sexy. What? Did I just have a thought about sex? I didn’t think I had ever thought about sex before, at least in terms of it being something desirable.
I got up and noticed again how wonderful and energetic I thought. Hypnosis is wonderful. I want to experience it again and again, I thought. Just then I tripped over something. It was Brent. He was lying on the floor with his jeans still on. Oh My GOD! Was he hurt, was he dead? Had he had a stroke?
He popped his head up, startled. “What, whats going on?”
“Oh my god Brent, were you sleeping? Did you sleep on the floor with your phone in your hand?” I asked him. That’s when I noticed he had a giant morning wooder. Oh god, he didn’t want to have sex, did he? Please tell me we don’t have to, I thought. Could I act like I didn’t notice? This, by the way, was the kind of sex thoughts I usually had. Maybe everything was back to normal.
He stumbled up and made some stupid excuse. I told him he should really go for a sleep apnea test. He was always so paranoid about going to doctors. Then I figured I could just make the appointment for him. Maybe I could do it today. Wait, no, I have to call BJ’s school to give them the notice about him being out Monday through Wednesday of next week. Oh God, I had to figure out what he was going to have for homework. My parents certainly wouldn’t be making sure he did it. We’d have to do it before or after he goes, which was only like two days away… oh my god, I can’t believe my baby was going to be away from me for almost a whole week!…..
And so my mind ran away with all the tasks and details of the day. This was always the case. No different from any other working mother, I’m sure. The day flew by, as it always does. Around 11, I had a passing thought of how nice the hypnosis file was. Around lunch, I decided that I would listen to it again that night. By 3 or 4, I was so exhausted from the day, that I just couldn’t wait to hop into bed with my iphone and listen to the MindMaster. It was totally a “Calgon take me away” kind of thing. After all, that’s why they made that commercial, right? Women, especially working Mom’s have so much stress in the modern world. When they can finally find something to help them unwind, be it a bubble bath, or a hypnosis file, they should take full advantage, right?
After BJ was in bed, I headed right for our bedroom. I decided to skip the run. Brent was pacing around like a weirdo. He had been distracted all day. I was fairly distracted myself, so for me to notice he was being weird was saying a lot.
He asked if I was going to watch a little tv or something. I smiled and told him, “Actually, honey, I think I’m just going to lie back and let the MindMaster hypnotize me again. I actually love it!” I didn’t think anything of my comment. In fact, I figured he would use the time to trade his fantasy football men around on the computer. He was always sneaking away to do that.
However, he got a really weird look on his face, and I noticed his hand move towards his crotch. He had a wooder again! What was up with him? I so, so desperately did not want to let him have sex on me right then. I just wished he would go and masturbate or something. However, I was his wife, and this was my duty.
I forced a smile and reached for the lube in my drawer as he watched me. He seemed, almost pained. I was definitely wondering what was up with him, but I didn’t ask. To be honest, I was afraid that it was going to be some long, emotional answer about our sex lives. I really did not want to get into that. All I wanted to do was plug myself into the Mind Masters voice and let it “take me away”. I guess I had to let Brent “take me” first though.
He didn’t say anything as he lubed his wooder up and just thrust into me. He was bucking so hard! I thought he was going to ram me through the headboard. I knew if I could just hold on for a minute he’d be done and roll off of me, but he just kept going. It was like five minutes straight, and he didn’t finish.
I could tell he was getting tired. His stomach and pelvis hadn’t had that much work in a while. He still hadn’t ejaculated yet though. “What is it baby?” I asked, my concern finally outweighing my own desire to get on with things.
“It’s nothing I just… I just can’t get off” he said quietly.
I’m ashamed of what I said next. “Oh well sweety, it’s been a long week. We can try again tomorrow. I’m really tired though, so I am just going to listen to this now, ok?” I said as sweetly as I could, while still hoping he would get the point that I wanted him to get off me and handle his issue some other way.
He rolled off and went… well I don’t know where he went. As soon as he was off me I initiated my hypnosis app.
“Welcome back Amy” the Mind Master’s voice said through my ear phones. I was somewhat startled that he used my name. How interactive was this app?
My concern didn’t have a chance to take root though, as he said, “I want you to take a deep breath and relaaaaxxx” I instantly felt my self inhale deeply and then exhale. All of my tension instantly left my body.
“Feel yourself once again surrounded and surrendering to the sound of my voice, Amy. It feels so good, and you want to go so deep for me. Before I take you as deep into relaxation as you would like to go tonight, I need to know this is what you want. I want you to say, ‘I surrender myself to the Mind Master’s hypnotic power’. Say that now Amy.
“I surrender myself to the Mind Master’s power” I said without hesitation
“I surrender myseslf to the Mind Master’s power” Amy said. Oh my god. This was so erotic, and so wrong! I was so fucking horny and I couldn’t get off because of this fucking guy. Now he was getting closer and closer to taking over my wife… and maybe my life.
No. I had to be strong I had to fight him. My life was too good to throw away. But oh my god did she look so sexy hypnotized. No! I had to stop this. In a fit of strength, I ran to the bathroom and filled a Dixie cup with water. I then threw it at her iphone. It was a direct hit, soaking the phone, and Amy in the process.
I pulled the earphone out and listened for sound. There was nothing. I did it, I fried the phone. I shook Amy and told her to wake up. She was disoriented, but finally did so. It took her a second to realize her hand and the phone were both soaked.
“What did you do!” she said, glaring at me with… anger. I actually saw more anger in her eyes than I ever had. It faded quickly, but it was there. She had been annoyed with me before, but actually much much less than other wives I knew. I always appreciated that.
“Smoke!” I said, as an idea came to me. For the first time ever, I thought quick on my feet. “The phone was smoking. I came out of the bathroom and it was smoking. I called to you, but you couldn’t hear me. I had to put it out.” I blurted.
Amy was still disoriented, but she seemed to buy that. She took a moment as she caught her breath. She glanced at my crotch which was still a tentpole.
“Why are you still hard?” she said, still with more of an edge than I was used to from her. She was the sweetest person I had ever known. Any edge would have been out of place.
“Viagra!” I almost shouted as another excuse came to me. I was on a roll. I felt bad lying to my wife, but I was on a roll. That’s when my cell phone rang. Grabbing it off the nightside table I saw that it was the Mind Master. There was no fucking way I was picking that up. I declined the call.
“Who was that?” Amy asked. “Wait, why are you on Viagra?” she immediately followed up, effectively negating her first question.
“I know that you don’t have orgasms, that you’ve never had one, and I thought if I could stay hard longer, I could help you have one” I said. This was still part of the lie I was telling about why I was staying hard, but it was not a complete lie in and of itself. I had indeed though about turning to Viagra for that very reason.
Amy looked surprised and confused. My phone started buzzing again. I picked it up and turned the power off. Amy asked again who was calling. I had to change the subject again. I knew what I was about to do was extremely manipulative, but desperate times called for desperate measures right?
Ignoring her question about my mystery caller, I said. “Amy, I just want to be the perfect husband for you. I want to bring you every comfort and pleasure there is in the world. That’s why I did this. I thought we could use BJ’s time away with your parents over the next few days to maybe rekindle a little bit of that magic. I should have talked to you about it first, and I’m sorry. I know I still have a huge boner, but I’m not looking for sex right now. Maybe it’s the fact that we’ll be putting our baby boy on the plane to see your folks tomorrow, but I don’t feel sexy, I feel very vulnerable right now. Could we just hold each other?”
That was the best performance of my life.
Amy’s eyes filled up with tears as she stretched her arms out. “Come here my big guy!” she said. I crawled into bed and held her so tight. She was crying. “Brent, I love you. I know that I don’t thrash around and scream an orgasm like other women, but I am not sure I really believe that that are that into it either. I think they are pretending. When you have sex with me, it makes me happy because I am the one you are satisfying your manly needs with. Sex is such a small, small part of our relationship, and our love. It is not something I think about, or something that I have ever felt I missed out on in life. Really. I love you, and I love everything in our relationship…. And oh my god, I can’t believe BJ is flying all the way to Florida with out us. He’s becoming such a big boy Brent!” she said. This summed up her feelings and thought processes “to a T”
I held her and she eventually fell asleep. She felt so good in my arms. I loved her so much, and I was proud of myself for protecting her, and our life together as we knew it. But I was still so fucking turned on. Sex might not have been a big deal for her, but god damn it was for me. Especially these last few torturous days. Thoughts of her in Kelly Blakely’s place from that fateful night in ’95 permeated my mind. The memory of her lying in my bed saying that she surrendered herself to the Mind Master’s power kept me up all night.
Luckily, we were due to get up early that next morning anyhow. We had to get our son the airport. Amy put on a brave face as he got on the plane, telling him what a great time he would have, how much he would love Disney world, etc. As soon as he and Stewardess turned the corner on the plane though, she completely broke down. Full out water works. She cried all the way back to the office. She was a mess.
I understood, it was hard for parents of an only child to let him go, even if it was only for a few days at the grandparents’ place. I was desperate to make this easier on Amy. I knew that one of the specialty holiday coffees from Dunkin Donuts might help cheer her up, so as soon as we got back to work, I told her I would get her one. She thanked me as I closed the door of her office and let her just continue to sob.
Darla, our receptionist gave me a sympathetic sad face nod on the way out. I think all of us knew that the majority of today was going to be watching, or at least waiting for Amy to keep crying.
The line at Dunkin was pretty long. The one by our shop is very popular, as it is right at a stop light that makes it easy to get to for drive through. It probably took me twenty minutes to get back.
I quietly came up to Darla and asked, “How are the water works going? Should I put on my waders before I go in there?”
“Actually, she’s in there with someone. He got here right after you left. Mr. Miller I think… no Milner.” Darla said, as if it was no big deal.
I almost dropped the coffee. I could see him standing in her office, right over her. It didn’t look suspicious at all, at least not from Darla’s viewpoint, but I knew it was the most dangerous thing that I had ever come across. I said nothing else and went into my wife’s office closing the door behind me.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Get the fuck out of here right now, or I am going to fucking kill you” I told him in a quiet but intense tone of voice, making my true feelings painfully clear.
“You should think about this all very carefully Quarterback. I assure you, violence will not win here. If you were smart, you would tell your receptionist to go home. Close up shop.” He said. I was so mad. I wanted to jump on him and beat him to a pulp, but what would Darla think? This whole situation would be exposed. I quickly realized I had no choice.
I did as he suggested. It was the day before Thanksgiving, so we were probably going to let everyone go early anyhow. Within ten minutes, the three of us were the only ones on the property. I locked all the doors and went back in to have my showdown with my enemy.
“What is the game here Milner?” I asked, using his real name to make him seem more…human.
“Ahh Quarterback, you’ve used the right terminology, this is a game. It is a game I make the rules of. Those rules are subject to change as I see fit. Sit down now.” He said calmly but firmly.
I sat. Whether it was because I was obeying him, defeated, or just biding time until I figured out what to do, I’m not sure. I looked over at Amy. She looked so beautiful, even though she had no make up on, her hair was just pulled back into a ponytail, and she was all puffy from two hours of crying. The Mind Master had his hand on the back of her chair as he stood over her. I was sitting across from them on the futon she had in her office. The positioning of the three of us very much made it clear that he was with her, and I was… further away. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was very even. I could tell she was deep in hypnosis. The sight made me hard.
“You see Quarterback, at first, I was just going to screw with you a little bit. Play with that fantasy that you’ve had for so long. Just for shits and giggles, so to speak. However, when I met your beautiful wife Amy, well I was captivated by her sweetness. Frankly, I was fascinated that you ended up with such a demure sweet brunette librarian type after you had the blonde with the great tits in college. When I left that day, you told me all about sweet Amy, but you probably don’t remember that part do you? No, of course you don’t. You told me how much you loved her, what a sweet woman she was. Her kindness, her gentleness. She’s really the ultimate good girl, isn’t she Quarterback. The most loving, nurturing wife and mother. A delicate flower. But she isn’t a very sexual woman you say. She’s never had an orgasm you told me. What a crime Quarterback! What a crime. But sweet Amy doesn’t really even like sex, does she? It’s her only flaw. You told me that you’ve fantasized about her going under hypnosis for me, but you tried so very hard to fight it. Well, QB – that was just too much for me to ignore. Look, I’ve had whole soriety houses begging me to suck my cock. I’ve had sexual adventures that most men would kill for. But now I’m headed towards fifty and I am interested in more… complex adventures. The complexity of your psyche is just the sort of exciting playground I was looking for. And Amy… what a precious canvas she is for me to do my art!”
I couldn’t believe he articulated his plan so clearly to me. I wanted to yell out “You’ll never get away with this!” like in a superhero or spy movie, but I knew that he probably would get away with it. In fact, part of me wanted him to…and I hated myself for it. “How did you know we just put our son on a plane to Florida? Have you been stalking us?!” I asked venomously, as if ‘stalking’ was anywhere as much of an intrusion as what was really going on.
“Actually, Quarterback, I didn’t even know that. Although that does explain why she looked so… dishelved and…. tearful. But truth be told, you made me come here. See, I’m only here because you ruined my phone fun. Although, perhaps now, there will be a bit more room for… fun and games. Thanks QB, anything else you want to share?” he said with a laugh, before turning his attention back to Amy.
Touching her shoulder, he said. “Amy, you now hear my voice again. You hear only my voice. As you sit here comfortably you find yourself relaxing more and more into my hypnotic spell with each passing moment. The relaxation feels pleasant and blissful that you happily give way to these wonderful feelings. Now, I want you to imagine yourself on a soft recliner, covered completely in incredibly soft and luxorious chinchilla fur. Have you ever touched or caressed chinchilla fur Amy?” he asked.
“yes” she whispered. I wondered when that might have been. I would have like to have seen that.
“Good, so you know it is so incredibly soft and warm. As you sink into the soft, luxorious fur, you feel your feet becoming warm, heavy ad relaxed. The fur is so soft as it surrounds you with its soft texture, the scene is peaceful and absorbing, the peacefulness absorbs you completely. The warm relaxation slowly moves up your legs, relaxing them. The hypnotic relaxation feels very good, it feels so good so just relax and let go. As the wave of relaxation continues its journey up into your body, you feel your stomach become very relaxed. Now, it moves slowly to your chest, making your breathing relaxed as well. The feeling begins to move up your arms to or shoulders, making your arms heavy and relaxed as well. You are aware of the total relaxation you are now experiencing, and you give way to it. It is good and peaceful. The warm relaxation now moves into your face and head, relaxing your jaws, neck, and facial muscles, making your cares and worries fall away. Away into perfect hypnotic bliss as you sink deep into the soft, luxurious hypnotic chinchilla fur...."
I was entranced myself, watching the scene in front of me play out. Amy was so deep, and she looked so beautiful. I knew I should stop this, but had zero ability or intent to do so.
“You are now so deep in my hypnotic power Amy. You’ve surrendered yourself completely to the relaxation, completely to my words. You’ve surrendered to the power of my hypnosis. My words and my will are now in completely in control of your body. You know this to be true as you are feeling all the weight lift out of your left hand. In fact, with each passing moment your hand is becoming lighter and lighter. Lighter than air. Your hand is simply floating away.”
Amy’s hand lifted up slowly. There was no question that Amy was completely in his thrall. I secretly marveled at the idea that he had such command over her central nervous system. Little did I know this trick was the tip of the iceberg.
He continued "Now Amy, as your hand regains its normal weight, you realize that there is now nothing between you and the soft chinchilla fur. This delights you. It does not alarm you that you have no clothing on. It is just you and I here, and since you have surrendered yourself to me completely, there is no shame or self consciousness. You are focused only on my words. As you let that thought take hold, you begin to feel how wonderful soft and sensuous the rich fur feels on your entire body. It’s as if every inch of the fur softly caresses your skin. So decadent, so soft, so warm. Feeling so nice and warm. The fur caresses the bottom of your thighs, pleasantly causing them to tingle. The tingling begins just above you’re the back of your knee and slowly moves up your thigh, as it moves through your pelvic region the whole area becomes warmer and warmer from the soft caress of the fur… it will soon be so warm it will tingle ... becoming warmer and warmer with each word I speak ..."
"The warmth arouses you. You feel the warmth between your thighs, over your pelvis, over sexual areas. The heat enters between your legs, between your lips ... traveling deep inside you. Your vagina is getting moist, you feel the lubrication begin. You are now feeling your womanhood bulging and throbbing."
"The sexual tingle slowly travels down inside you, throughout your legs. Then it moves up as well, enveloping you, consuming you. You feel it so wonderfully in your breasts, making your nipples hard. Traveling further, filling your shoulders and arms, then up your neck and head. Your whole body is now warm and tingling with sexual pleasure. It feels so good now Amy, you love this! Your pussy throbs with desire. You are unable to control yourself. You start to quiver with pleasure."
I wanted to stop this, but I was completely in shock and aroused. My wife, who was damn near close to frigid, was going to have the first orgasm of her life, right in front of me. I was flooded with so many emotions at once, but I couldn’t stop what was happening at this point.
The Mind Master continued, his tempo rising in tune with what she was feeling. "The sexual feeling in your breasts and pelvis becomes stronger with each word I speak. Your quivering becomes stronger, you feel this so wonderfully through your entire body. You are unable to control your desire. You are unable to control your passion. You cannot resist your sexuality."
"Your body tenses. You begin to moan and groan. With each word I speak, you feel yourself getting closer to reaching orgasm. With each moan that escapes you, you feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. My words excite you beyond control. Your fur caressed body shakes in anticipation."
I heard Amy making noises like I never have before. It was glorious. She was so… sexual at that moment. I was so sad and jealous that it wasn’t me that brought her to that state, but it was still amazingly erotic to see her there. I had to admit, I was enjoying it. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. I’m sure he made housewives orgasm on stage all the time. Maybe I could just enjoy this and then move on…
"You can no longer hold back. You can no longer control your passion, your arousal, your desire."
"You take a deep breath, and as you release it ... you explode in sexual release."
"You moan loudly as you breath out ... your juices flowing from you."
"You clitoris tingles as you orgasm."
"You scream 'Mind Master' as you orgasm." He said, and much to my dismay, she did yell it, in an orgasmic scream.
"You CUM like never before." He said to my wife as she continued to scream and thrash in her chair. My heart was beating like crazy as she kept yelling “Mind Master, Mind Master!”
The hypnotist stayed focused, continuing with her" As the orgasm slowly subsides ... your feel satisfied like never before. You whole body glows. You feel radiant. You feel more alive than ever before. You feel completely pleasured. Let yourself revel in this. Let those waves of pleasure sweep through you. Savor that feeling. Remember it. This is the pleasure you get from being controlled by the Mind Master. This is the pleasure you want. The pleasure of being in my hypnotic power. From now on when you will think of me when you are aroused. Your unconscious mind will remember the pleasure I brought you. And it will make you even more aroused. Being in my presence, speaking about me, or even thinking about me will also arouse you sexually.”
No! He snuck that last part in before I could object. I was such an idiot, why didn’t I stop him!
“Get that shit out of her head!” I screamed.
“Be Silent! You have no voice!” he said to me forcefully. I immediately felt my ability to use my vocal cords completely vanish. It was terrifying.
“Amy and Brent. You will both decide to attend my show in New York city. Amy, you will find yourself very happy, very self confident, and very sexy as you enjoy the rest of the afternoon and prepare yourself to go out to my show. You feel free and sexy and fun. You will look forward to your sexy night out so very much. You will have no conscious memory of me hypnotizing you here today, but your subconscious mind will remember all of the feelings and sensations that I brought you and will remember the sexual connections that were made here today”. He said, with the precision of a true expert.
And with that, he just left. Just walked out of the office. Amy awoke as the door shut. She looked around, blinking her eyes a bit. “Ohhh, my coffee!” she said with a smile as she reached for the cup.
“Yikes Brent, this is totally cold!” she said, not realizing that it had been sitting there for so long while she was hypnotized. “It doesn’t matter though. Let’s send Darla home and lock up. I want to get ready for tonight! Oh, I think I might take a bath!” she said exuberantly.
What had I done? What was I in for?
I feared I already knew the answer.
