Stephanie is my sexy, beautiful bride. We've been married almost five years, and she's my best friend in the world. It's just that after so much time--we dated and lived together for almost ten years before we married--some of the spark had gone out of our sex life. When we first married, we'd fuck four times a week, and then it was two times a week, and then it was a couple of times a month. Our lovemaking would usually be in the missionary position, and I think that we were both really bored. The only question was what were we going to do about it?
She never really opened up to me about what she liked, so I tried different novice-level things to get her untracked. She'd screw on the couch but wouldn't let me tie her up. When I tried to show her some sex toys on the internet, she got grossed out and watched television. I decided that she was just a little inhibited. I knew that there was a sex kitten living in her somewhere--it had come out often enough during our time together--I just wanted to wake it up.
I started noodling around doing some research on hypnotism. I read about it online, then checked out some books from my college's library, then talked to some colleagues in the Psychology department where I work. One guy I quickly befriended even allowed me to practice on a couple of his undergraduates until I felt confident that I could do it myself.
My research had shown that you couldn't use hypnotism to get someone to do something they would be absolutely unwilling to do, but I thought that I could get Stephanie to give it a chance if I could convince her it was for something else.
I started buying whole milk instead of skim at the grocery store. After a couple of weeks, Stephanie started putting on a little bit of weight, even though she was still working out at the gym four times a week and wasn't doing anything different with her diet. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" she said one night over dinner, where she just pushed her poached chicken breast around the plate without much interest. "I feel terrible."
She looked fantastic. The couple of extra pounds had showed up in her breasts and in a little more curve to her thighs, but I knew that if she didn't feel sexy then she'd never act sexy.
"Do you want me to try to hypnotize you?" I asked as casually as I could, pouring a little more chardonnay into her glass. "I might be able to reduce your cravings a little bit."
"I don't know. I'm willing to try anything," she said, finally putting her fork and knife down on her plate and scrunching her napkin on top of them, laying to rest the meal she'd spent forty-five minutes preparing. I almost felt guilty about the milk.
I cleaned up dinner while she finished another glass of wine and flipped through channels on the television. I watched the back of her head through the kitchen pass-though, her high auburn ponytail just brushing against the bottom of her neck and the delicate slope of her shoulders. I could feel myself getting excited, but I knew I had to stay in control and not try to do too much, too soon. Once all the dishes were washed I dimmed the lights and Stephanie turned off the TV.
"Lay down," I said, pulling one of the dining room chairs up to the foot of the couch where my wife's head was resting on a couple of pillows. She brushed her bangs out of her face and laid her hands across her chest. It was another one of those moments when I was surprised at how lucky a husband I was. At 30, Stephanie could have passed for 25. She wasn't tall--her head rested easily against my chest--but she was proportioned just on the lean side of "curvy." Even on her back, he breasts were more than a handful to hold, and her waist curved in perfectly. She had showered after she'd returned from the gym and was wearing one of my undershirts and some clean gray workout shorts.
"Close your eyes." She dutifully lowered her lids over her dark brown eyes and shifted her shoulders into the couch to get more comfortable. She giggled a little bit, and covered her mouth with her hand to hide it.
"This is serious, Steph," I said. "This only works if you follow along and listen closely to my voice. Listen to everything that I'm saying, and relax. Start at the tips of your toes. Feel your toes curl and relax." I saw her toes flex and I knew that she was following along. She'd make a good subject. "Now your ankles--feel the stress leave them and the muscles slacken. Release all the tension from your calves; relax your hamstrings and quads. Feel your fingertips relax, and your wrists. Feel all the effort leave your stomach and arms. Your shoulders and neck."
I could see that it was having an effect. She hadn't moved since she'd twitched her feet, but her whole body had seemed to sink deeper into the cushions of the couch.
"All your stress is leaving your face and your forehead. You're giving up all of your effort, just breathing in and out, listening to my voice. Lift your hand in the air slowly." Which she did, with a limp wrist and dangling fingers. Her body was completely relaxed.
"Now lower your arm as I count down from ten. As you lower your arm, you'll go deeper and deeper into a trance. Ten. As you lower, your conscious mind will recede, but you'll hear my voice. Nine. You' will be aware--eight--but completely relaxed. Seven. You'll be open in everything that I ask you. Six. Five. Deeper and deeper you are relaxed. Four. Three. Still hearing my voice. Two. One."
Her hand was back across her chest, and she looked completely asleep.
"Stephanie, can you hear me?" I asked.
"Yes."
"How do you feel?"
"Relaxed." Good. She was exactly where I wanted her.
"Excellent. Stephanie, when you are in this state I want you to be completely honest and open with me, do you understand?" Even though we'd just started, I could feel my dick twitch with excitement about what was going to happen. I hadn't really thought through what I was going to do--part of me doubted that this was going to work, even after all the practice I'd done.
