"You learned to love sex by serving others. You are a natural at serving others. You know what they want. You know what they need. You are so very willing to give it to them. Being willing makes you feel pretty. Actually doing it makes you feel sexy. You are a being of lust. You project that lust so they know you are willing. You entice that lust because you are willing. You give into that lust because you have given yourself complete permission to be who you are, to do what you want, to do what they want you to do. You are a being full of lust. You crave to consume their lust by serving them."
"You once took your clothes off and no one noticed. You were practically invisible. You hate being invisible. You have channeled that negative energy into a new, positive direction. You have made your body a temple of lust, and will keep it well toned and attractive to others. You will be willing to show off your temple, in sexy garments that accent your sexuality. You are proud of your naked body. You are proud to show off your naked body. You will never be invisible again. Your hot, luscious curves will always be on display and in action. You will court the gaze of men. You will court the gaze of women. You will seduce the attention of men. You will seduce the attention of women. Your body, your temple of lust, will gratefully accept both male and female worshipers. You shall in turn worship the bodies of men. You shall worship the bodies of women. You are a goddess of sex and lust incarnate."
"You have a high priest, Cecil. He is allowed to see all of your lust in action, unless you find that teasing him drives him wild with lust even better than seeing or hearing it. You may play with him like a cat plays with a ball of string. You control his cock. You control his orgasms. You control when he has sex and how he has sex and who he has sex with. He does not control when you have sex. He does not control who you have sex with. He does not control how you have sex. You are free to do as you please, when you please, how you please. He is entitled to do as you demand. You are the Goddess. You choose your worshipers. You choose who worships. You choose how they worship. You choose who watches. He is grateful beyond measure to serve you. He serves as you choose. He is pleased beyond measure by serving you."
"Your ability to read people improves every single day. You notice where they look. You read their body language. Likewise, you control where you look, to give unmistakable signs of interest. Your body language conveys exactly what you choose. You are pretty, because pretty is as pretty does. You are sexy, because sexy is as sexy does. You are fucking hot, because fucking hot is as hot fucking does. You are like a hurricane of sex, you walk into a room and everyone gets drenched in lust. Act like you are undeniably sexy because you know you are undeniably sexy. You fuck because you ARE fuck. You suck because you ARE suck. You lick because you ARE lick. BE the lust. BE the sex act. Be the goddess you have chosen to be."
Pam says "I think that is a good foundation. We can always add more later, right?"
"Yes, there is some standard hypno-babble for induction and pulling you out of trance, plus some safety measures for emergencies. But repetition of the core is the most important, and that is a good solid core, anchored as it is to your real life experience and beliefs. Deidre is going to want to spend a lot of time with you." I tease.
"Trust me, I'm already jilling off several times a day just remembering how her eyes raked back and forth over my body when I was painting. There will be no problem getting her and I together. Getting us apart again - that's going to be the difficult part!" Pam laughs. Cecil gives me worried looks, but I reassure him all is OK.
Six weeks later, we gathered at Cecil and Pam's house, the guys from the two coed teams Cecil bowled on, Deidre, Pam, and Myself. Eight guys, three women (including Candy, one of the wives from one of the coed teams who dared not let her husband out of her sight). Candy is clearly more than a little anxious about being in competition with Deidre and Pam, since Candy is slightly overweight, slightly lacking in the boobs department, and does not yet have the benefit of slut hypnotherapy. So I give her a quick induction, some deepening drills, and suggestions that will make the experience a pleasant one for her. She may not become a slut herself, but at least her marriage will not become roadkill. I leave her suggestible to ideas from Deidre or myself.
"Okay guys, so this is how it goes. Stage one is tease-time theater. Pam changes outfits, every 15 minutes, while I keep track of the timer. Everybody has drinks, and we have three wardrobe changes. That's the first hour or so. Fondling, kissing, fingering - all allowed. The idea is to drive Pam mad with lust, but not to let her cum. Then we do the lineup, where Pam does the blow bang of her dreams. Then Pam gets the seat of honor on the center of the couch, riding one cock, stroking two. I may be so mad with lust I have to keep her clit well lubed. When everybody has had their one free ride, if our girl still feels up to it we will go into airtight sessions on the floor. Be aware Cecil will be on cleanup duty, but it is his first time. Be gentle, he's an oral virgin." Deidre says with a laugh, knowing that Cecil has had six weeks of bisexual cuckold hypnotherapy to go with his years of bisexual cuckold self study.
"Oh, there are three cameras on tripods, and a fourth hidden camera. Suffice it to say this is for Pam to relive over and over, so not optional. You want to share her, you get to be in her movie. Be gentle until she tells you otherwise, be respectful regardless, and have the fucking time of your lives!" Deidre urges.
Pam has been dressed in a simple terry cloth robe, and drops it over a dining room chair. Underneath, she is in the same outfit Cecil had her in the 'Day of Trim', a gauzy white top (as before, with no bra), the unzipped daisy dukes with a tiny (transparent when wet) bikini thong, white socks and hiking boots.
"Gentlemen, to the couch. Pam will proceed left to right, looking from the back of the couch. Kiss fondle, grope - but do NOT let her cum! When you've had your two minutes, make room for someone who hasn't had her yet. Drink up, there is plenty to go around!" Deidre demands.
I of course, knowing how things would go, was sitting at first base. As Pam sat on my lap I untied her top and grabbed her jugs with both hands, as Deidre kisses Pam, long and hard, then turns Pam to kiss me. I turn Pam to french kiss Candy, whose eyes pop out as wide as if someone had just slammed a six inch fully lubed vibrator up her ass. Six guys besides me were waiting to have their turn, but Deidre was already stirring Pam's honeypot, making clear this was no PG rated movie we were filming. If you knew all your wife's secrets, what turned her on the most, how would you use that in front of all your friends to bring her to the edge of climax, but never let her cross the threshold? Deidre, now knowing everything Cecil knew about Pam, is doing that and more in her investigation of Pam's erotic hot-spots. The fact of what Deidre and I did (and are doing) to Pam has Cecil so hard he almost comes in his pants without even touching himself.
The kitchen timer went Ding! We pick Pam up by arms and legs (there were six guys besides Cecil and myself) and put Pam on John's lap. John is a burly ex-marine, and wastes no time before pinching Pam's nipples to her limit while kissing her. Deidre is still controlling access to Pam's pussy, bringing her right to the edge but not letting her cum. John's close cropped hair is salt and pepper, his body still muscular because he still works out and drives a delivery truck. Pam likes what she is sitting on, as she thrusts her hips back and forth, dry humping John (can it really be called dry humping when she is soaking, even splashing - wet?) as the kitchen timer went Ding! again. We pick Pam up as she moans into John's mouth, not wanting to let go and move on. We have to peel her arms force-ably from around his neck to make her let go.
Cecil, for his part, could not handle watching his wife offering herself to his friends so openly and brazenly, so he simply dropped trousers and starts jacking his dick. This led to Mike, who'd taken my place when I stood up to move Pam, to pull out his cock. Pretty much every cock in the place was out, hard, and being jacked off by someone in mere moments. The kitchen timer went Ding! We pick Pam up and start stroking her pussy with vibrators. Sensing the vibration and having nothing to do with her hands, Pam starts jacking Mike's cock, and George's on her right side as well, while cooing like a baby bird unable to decide between two fresh worms. Deidre is drooling, but knows these cocks aren't there for her, which makes her insanely jealous. Thus sharp pinches to Pam's clit and undefended nipples ensue.
At this point, Pam is basically an un-fucked fuck doll, naked and wide eyed, nipples stiff, clit stiff, lips above and below swollen (and dripping) with lust. People are touching her in ways she's never experienced, much less as the central focus of a group sex scene specifically engineered to hit all of her hottest fantasies, turning them into mind blowing realities. We are not even fifteen minutes in and Pam is so deep in sluttiness she will never recover.
