It's important to space out hypnosis sessions - that was one of the axioms of the book. The more your subject wants to be entranced, the more they subconsciously need it, the easier they are to mold. As such, it had been a couple weeks since Lauren went under. They'd had sex twice in that time, but she hadn't given him head at all. He didn't dare risk going too far and making her suspicious. They'd made some headway on their plans, though - the ring was fitted and sized, they'd called the wedding dress designer, and narrowed down their list of venues. They were both happy, and as they cuddled on the couch with a sappy romcom, they were glad to be together. Lauren sighed. Her head was on Matt's neck, and she turned to look up at him.
"Do you want to do anything tomorrow, babe?" She asked sweetly, her hand splayed out on his chest.
He turned his attention away from the TV to look at her. It was Friday night, but they hadn't made any real plans. "Hm? Not really, unless you have something in mind."
"I mean, we've only gone out once since we got engaged," she mentioned. This was true, and even that time was just to a local ice cream parlor. They hadn't had a _date_ date in quite a while.
He pursed his lips to the side. "It's probably too late to get a reservation for L' Opale by tomorrow." Plus, they didn't really have the cash to splurge on something like that, but he was smart enough not to mention that.
"We don't have to go to L' Opale, then. How about that Mediterranean place?"
Now that...wasn't actually a bad suggestion. A little upscale, but nothing he couldn't work with. He thought on for a moment, the dialogue running in the background before he turned back down to her and smiled. "Sure, honey."
She smiled as well, settling back against his neck and closing her eyes as the movie continued. This gave him an opportunity to look down at her, at the crop top she was wearing above some shorts. She'd been more adventurous with her clothing choices since he'd put her under, just as he'd suggested. She looked good, and his hand drifted down to her smooth midriff. She grinned as she drifted off. Soon enough, they were both asleep.
Lauren was almost always the first up, and the next day was no exception. She rolled out of their shared king-size bed, her fiancé in the comfortable satin sheets mentally calling back to her even as she showered and started with making breakfast. She'd been cooking more recently, she noticed. No real reason, of course. It just felt nice to make Matt happy with something she did. She got dressed in a nice, tight short-sleeve top and a reasonably short skirt, going to just above her knees. It felt good, especially because she knew she was doing it for him. A proper breakfast was underway, in any case. Sausages, eggs, buttered toast, the whole shebang. He was up soon enough, and his eyes widened at the food set out on the counter for him. He smiled. "Thanks, sweetie."
She looked over her shoulder at him starting to eat, grinning ear to ear. "No problem at all." Turning around so her back was to the stove, she happily sighed. "I like cooking for you, you know."
He chuckled. "I know you do, and I'm here for it." He glanced down at her body, smiling to himself. She blushed a little bit, making no complaint as he sat down and flipped on the TV. After a bit, she finished with her food and sat next to him. He scooted over a bit so their legs were touching.
"Mmm," she hummed appreciatively, crossing her smooth legs. He reached down to caress them before speaking up. "I'll call Mykonos soon."
She chuckled, prodding him with her fingers as they got closer. "We don't need a reservation, silly. We can just show up."
He rolled his eyes, trying and failing to hide his smile. "Never hurts to be cautious," he grumbled.
She laughed at his defiance before leaning her head against his shoulder, getting his scent all over her face. After half-watching something, they eventually settled into a round of Mario Kart. It was one of her favorite games; incredibly low stress, and incredibly low stakes. They lost an hour or two on the tracks, interspersed with sensual make-out sessions. It was lovely. She was much happier without having to worry about the wedding.
An excellent club sandwich and some chores she'd chosen to do later, the date was approaching. As she picked through some outfits, Lauren felt a pit in her stomach. This would be their first time going out in forever, after all. What if someone they knew saw them? What would she say? What if she ordered the wrong thing, and didn't like it? That would spoil everything. What if...what...she was hyperventilating, she realized. She had to pull herself together. She gulped, taking a deep breath before finally calling out to the bedroom from their walk-in closet.
"...Matt?"
He tilted his head into her view. "Mhm?"
She thought for a moment, racing through her options before something became clear. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before it was directly in front of her.
"...could you hypnotize me again?"
Matt had to hide his grin. Things were going just as they should.
"Oh, sure, honey. Are you getting anxious again?" He said as he went back to picking out a pair of slacks.
"Yeah..." She seemed to lament asking for it at all.
"It's okay, I don't mind. I don't want you all stressed for your night out," he offered to her. "Let me get it set up."
He popped out a drawer and picked up the unlabelled DVD case inside, bringing it over and getting it started. "Alright babe, it's set up when you're ready."
She sighed from the other room before leaving, her date night outfit ready to go. It was excellent.
Her shoulders were open to the world in a burgundy dress, straps falling down to her elbows. The fabric drifted down below her ass, mesh material clinging against her thighs. She blushed slightly, but his appreciative reaction seemed to please her. Of course it would. A thin necklace she'd gotten right after their engagement tied it all together.
She chuckled awkwardly, blushing. "How do I look?"
His closed smile spoke for him. "Gorgeous, sweetie. Want to get started?"
The couch squeaked under her, and she nodded. Clearly nervous, but ready all the same.
"Great." He hesitated for just a second before flipping on the TV and snapping his fingers. The effect was visible immediately, but he was quick to coach her down into lingering trance. "Nothing is more important than the video, or my voice," he spoke gently, tilting her body slightly to face the screen. It looked the same as ever, but to her it would appear more intense than before.
He gazed into her increasingly blank eyes for a few moments, letting affirmations of "Deep breaths..." and "So easy..." quickly spill from his lips before he got to work.
"Good girl, falling right into trance like that. That makes me so happy." She abashedly smiled. "You love being hypnotized by me, isn't that right?"
