The next few days were pretty normal; we went to work, worked out at the gym, did domestic chores, etc. What we did not do is talk about Wednesday night at the bar. There never seemed to be a good time to bring up the subject and Jolene seemed reserved when we did have some quiet time together.
On Friday afternoon I decided to put my psychology minor to work and look at the situation objectively. Obviously something was bothering Jolene, and it was probably her behavior at the bar. I loved it, of course, and I know that she was excited at the time, but perhaps she was feeling different about it now. Clearly I should try to get her to talk about it, but most likely that would fail. My only real option was to put her into a hypnotic state in order to make her more open to answering questions. Now, I have not done this since college, and I didn't have much success then, but I had reason to believe that I had an advantage now.
That evening after dinner I came up behind my wife as she sat in the easy chair watching TV and started giving her a shoulder rub. I encouraged her to relax as I worked on her muscles. It wasn't long before her breathing slowed and she became very relaxed. I stopped the massage and guided her into a deep hypnotic state. Now I started to carefully probe her mental and emotional state, concentrating on recent events.
As I suspected, something happened when she was attacked in the alley. As far as I could tell her mind became very open to outside influence. Normally a healthy mind has filters to reduce the weight of outside ideas or even reject them completely in favor of it's own internal beliefs and ideas. This is the basis for free will. Apparently when she suffered the concussion that part of her brain was temporarily suppressed, making her very susceptible to suggestions from others. That was probably what the doctor saw in the FMRI.
Now recall that I repeatedly told her during that time period that she should listen to me and do what I tell her. Jolene must have taken that deeply into her cognitive center and it is now part of her decision making process. That explains why she is now inclined to do what I ask, or tell her, to do.
This sounds great on the surface, however now that her "free will" center is working again, it is at odds with this new directive to listen to me, creating a psychological stress. To make matters worse she has feelings of guilt and shame associated with sexual enjoyment apparently caused by an incident when she was 14 years old involving a boyfriend and her younger brother. From what I could tell it was some kind of sexual assault, although I don't think she was actually raped (penetrated), it still created feelings of shame and guilt.
So I helped her dump some of the shame and guilt as much as I could, but I knew that something this deep would take time to address. I also planted the idea that just because one feels shame or humiliation during a sex act that it is not necessarily bad. If one trusts their partner or partners and also feels excited, then it may be something to explore and that could turn out fun. I also encouraged her to talk to me about her past experience, telling her she would feel better to have it out in the open.
While I was at it I made it easier to put her into a hypnotic state just by speaking a pass-phrase. In Jolene's case I made the pass-phrase "wicked tarts wear tiny shorts." And it only works if I say it, so I don't have to worry about her inadvertently being triggered, as if that would be likely.
Then I told her to forget about being hypnotized and to instead remember that she enjoyed the massage and that we chit chatted for a while. I didn't want her to become alarmed at having an hour unaccounted for. Then I told her to wake up.
She was definitely more relaxed and cheerful after that, so I knew I had done some good. We made love that night and Jolene had at least two orgasms, so I know she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Over the next week I put her into a hypnotic state every evening using her pass-phrase. At first it only put her into a light hypnotic state, but I strengthened it every time so that by the end of the week it would drop her instantly into a deep state. This made it easier to make little changes quickly.
I kept working on her shame and guilt issues, of course, but I also added a few other things. I started conditioning her to believe that it was OK to show her body a little more, convincing her that I enjoyed it when she did. This was made easier now that she was getting into shape and had lost some weight. I also deepened her desire to lose that last ten pounds or so and keep it off by staying with the self defense classes.
I couldn't help planting a suggestion that doing housework was not so bad and that she should do her fair share. It's not that she didn't do any chores around the house, but I've always felt they were not split equitably between us.
Now at this point you have to be wondering how I could take advantage of my wife's situation and screw with her mind. I had considered this myself and given it serious thought. In the end I decided that while there was some risk of abuse, I was helping her to be happier. Of course, I would be happier as well, but there's nothing wrong with that. It was just a classic win-win scenario.
Over the course of several sessions I got her to talk about the experience she had with her brother Mick and his friend Dominic, who everyone called Dom. I knew that Mick was her family's black sheep and that he was a troubled man with a past of drug abuse and scrapes with the police, but that's all. Jolene told me that Mick was always troubled, but she loved her brother and wanted to help him. That was one of her failings when she was young, she was always trying to help others in need, from a bird with a broken wing to boys from broken homes.
Dom was from a broken home and had an abusive father. Jolene felt sorry for him and thought that if she showed him some affection and tenderness it would heal him. Naive, but then again she was only 14 at the time. So she started "going out" with Dom, which meant they went to some movies, maybe McDonalds, and hung out together, and often with Mick in tow.
When the relationship started turning physical Jolene resisted at first, but Dom pouted and complained that nobody loved him and she would break down and let him have his way. Eventually though, she did not let him go as far as he wanted. This angered Dom and by now he had figured out that she was only "dating" him out of pity. To complicate matters Mick had been turned on watching Dom neck with his sister and he wanted some action of his own. His teenage hormones and the affection Jolene had shown him over the years must have overrode any qualms he had about her being his sister.
So Mick and Dom hatched a plot in which together they physically overwhelmed Jolene while the three of them were listening to music in her family's basement. If her mother had not come home early that day, they would probably have raped her. As it was she got away after being groped thoroughly, but it still left her with a lot of guilt and shame. She felt as though maybe she was partially responsible; maybe if she had been more resistant earlier in her relationship with Dom, or perhaps dressed less provocatively that day, it wouldn't have happened. Also, some of the physical sensations were pleasurable, despite the situation. She didn't understand how that could be unless there was something wrong with her. She didn't understand how something so wrong could still feel good, even if on only a purely physical level.
Jolene never told her mother what had happened, afraid of what her reaction would be. In fact she never told anyone. Later, Mick apologized and begged her not to tell anybody about what happened. Jolene was a little stunned, but realized that the boys were afraid of what would happen to THEM if they were found out. So she agreed on two conditions: that neither of them ever touch her again, and that they never tell anybody else. If they did brag to their friends and it got out she threatened to tell the police have have them arrested for attempted rape. This seemed to scare Mick, and he readily agreed to her conditions. And thus it was covered up, but never resolved for Jolene.
She had several good cries over the days that she related this sordid story to me and although it did traumatize her somewhat, I could tell that it lifted a burden she had been carrying since that day. I felt like she was finally over feeling shame and guilt about sex.
Things continued to improve after that. Jolene had lost enough weight that it was time to go out and buy her some new clothes. I told her it was a reward for doing so well. I didn't have to push much to get her to buy more revealing outfits than she did in the past, including a pretty skimpy yellow bikini. She was doubtful at the time that she would ever wear it outside the house, but I was planning on it.
My wife always looked good, but now she looked fantastic and seemed to enjoy showing off her hot body a little. The extra fat was about gone and the work at the gym was firming her up and giving her a bit of an athletic look. I started shaving her pussy, only leaving a little tuft of hair right above where her labia came together at the top. Jolene did not really like the idea at first, but has come to like it almost as much as me.
It was now three weeks since the night at the bar and I decided it was time to do it again so that I could gage her improvement. When I announced that we were going out for the evening she was upbeat about it, not tentative like last time. This was a good sign. Unlike last time, I had Jolene wear a short skirt instead of jeans. It wasn't a micro or anything, it went down to just above her knees, but it showed lots of leg and looked really sexy on her. I stayed with a button-up blouse like before, except this one was silk and more form fitting.
When we got into the car she asked where we were going and all I said was "You'll see." Before we got there though, she guessed what our destination was.
"What are you up to?" She asked playfully.
"Oh, nothing much. Just some drinking and dancing. Like last time."
"Like last time, huh? Will I be dancing on the table naked by the end of the night?" She asked sarcastically.
"If you want to," I answered, "I won't stop you."
She laughed in a way I hadn't heard in a long time. "I bet you wouldn't!"
