"You love having your fiancé's cock in your mouth. You would suck him off all the time if you could."
She blushed, yet couldn't help but nod.
"You love when he slaps your ass in the kitchen. It makes you want to wear something more revealing around the house."
Her blush intensified. She nodded.
"You love it when I call you a 'good girl' after you make me dinner, right, Lauren?"
She moaned. Her training was going great.
He shook his head to clear the memory and try to get back to reading, but it was getting harder and harder. She'd taken his idea of seeking his hypnosis out whenever she was stressed to heart. In the last month and a half he'd brought her under 8 or 9 times; he relished that he was starting to lose track. Every time it was because she needed it: she was anxious, or couldn't sit still, or just needed to relax after a long day at work. He'd used this to make her markedly more obedient to him. Just mentioning offhand how he liked it when she took the time to fluff the pillows instead of just throwing the cases in the dryer was enough for it to enter her routine. The laundry was her job now, of course, as were the dishes, vacuuming, dusting, and taking out the trash. For his part, Matt mowed the lawn. It was the perfect ideal of masculine prowess, and it was much less common.
There was a part of him that felt bad for making his fiancée do so much. This wasn't even that related to making her submissive to him, he knew - but he reminded himself that she didn't seem to mind very much. All he had to do was pat her on the head after a job well done and she shuddered with pleasure. Besides, if he got hung up now, how could he make her his sex slave?
Speaking of the sex, that had improved as well. Not only could he get head whenever he asked for it (though he was sure not to overdo it, as to not push too far in this stage), but he'd taken her from behind for the first time last week. Her desperate cries as he pounded her frail body from over the bed had made all his hard work worth it.
Matt knew not to rest on his laurels though. Sure, she was doing laundry and giving him blowjobs, but what might help get her further along into becoming his obedient toy is making her realize her submission. It couldn't be something she left in the background of her brain while he was doing the thinking for her. Instead, it had to be the only thing she could think of. He felt his jeans straining already, and it only intensified when she entered the room, feather duster in hand. "Hey sweetie," he crooned, arousal infecting his speech.
She turned to him, somewhat surprised. She might have been doing the chores on autopilot again - the shelves were spotless, her work clearly unneeded. "Hey Matt," she coyishly responded.
"I'm pretty horny. You think you could take care of that?"
He didn't have to elaborate at all for her to give a closed grin, hum happily, and drop to her knees in front of him. He leaned back, rewarded by the sound of his zipper and the feeling of her getting him out of his boxers, nestling his cock comfortably in her mouth. This was perfect.
Well...close to perfect.
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Lauren licked her lips as she prepared dinner. She could swear there was no better feeling than bobbing her head on Matt's cock. She couldn't even think of anything else when it was happening: only how wonderful it felt to make him happy. She'd started reading online on how to get better at fellatio, and the increased use of her tongue had been rewarded with even better pets, and even stronger compliments afterward. She didn't want to get too caught up in reminiscing, though, lest the shrimp scampi burn. She returned her focus to making his dinner.
Matt entered the room with something tucked under his arm, but he wasn't trying to hide it. He set it on the counter as he approached her, quickly wrapping an arm around her shoulder to look over her work. He smiled. "Looks delicious, darling. Need any help cleaning up afterwards?"
She perked up. "Making you happy is all the help I need, honey."
He shook his head and chuckled. "Well, don't get in over your head, alright? I'm here whenever you need me."
She sighed. "I love you," slipped easily from her lips.
"I love you too, Lauren. Now, get back to cooking for me." He playfully swatted her ass before picking up what he set down and lounging on the couch for a bit.
Her scampi was delicious - at least according to him. The recipe she'd dug up online must have been good, and she made a mental note to bookmark it for later. True to her word, she put away the silverware afterward, happily humming a song to herself. However, when picking up the plates, she got caught on the fact that their dining table wasn't particularly large. It didn't need to be, of course, they weren't a party-throwing couple in the first place, but it stuck out now. Matt had booked the photographer for them, which was nice of him, but she couldn't help herself from stressing over costs, especially when her parents had been so opaque with their involvement. She fidgeted anxiously.
Matt looked up to her from the couch, clearly reading the distress on her face. "Is there something wrong, pumpkin?"
She looked up in surprise, but didn't try to hide her feelings. What use was there in that? "Well, I just...I'm worried about the wedding." She sighed.
He was nonplussed as he got up. "So am I."
"What?" She was a bit shocked. He'd never articulated that to her.
"I'm worried about the wedding too," he repeated plainly. "I'm worried about inviting people, about all the logistical hurdles, and about paying for it."
"But you're doing the work for it...?" She didn't understand.
He shrugged a little bit and walked over to her. "I don't know exactly how it's going to go, and I'm okay with that. You know why?"
She paused, wanting to know more than he could ever understand.
"Because I have you."
"..." She didn't know what to say.
"I know things are going to be okay as long as we're together, honey. Just getting to be with you means that things are great." He paused, reaching over to squeeze her hand softly, shifting fully into his mode of soothing her. "I know things are good as long as I can wake up next to the woman I love every day." He squeezed her harder and smiled.
She blushed, but there was still an unconvinced part of her that swirled inside her stomach.
He could see this. "Do you think being hypnotized would help you right now?"
Yes, that was it. That was what she wanted to say, but felt too embarrassed to. She blushed a little bit harder, but a shy smile arose anyway. "If it's not too much trouble..."
He stood up, walking over to the living room. "It never is. I'll make sure the plates get put away later."
She sat down in front of the TV, and saw that he already had the book and blank disc with him. The soft cushion behind her head was so comforting - almost as much as the knowledge that trance wasn't far away.
He saw this and laughed to himself. "Prepared already, aren't you? Well, just listen to my voice. Nothing else matters except my voice, except-" He flipped the TV on, and the warmth of the swirling pattern returned. "-the screen. Those are the only two things you have to focus on."
There was nothing else in the entire world.
"In a moment, dear, I'm going to snap my fingers. You already know what'll happen when I do that, don't you?"
She would fall into a deep, blissful trance. She tried to nod.
He smirked. "That's right." He snapped his fingers, turning off her mind.
Her head collapsed down, eyes closing until there was nothing left. Nothing at all.
"Good girl." She was his.
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Matt really had to get better at starting his hypnotic sessions earlier. Oftentimes he'd lose the first minute or so just staring at his mindless fiancée, at the way her legs were completely still, at the way her mouth hung agape, at the way her perky breasts rose and sank with her breath. Today, unfortunately, was no exception, but he had no intention of beating himself up over it. It was a good problem to have.
He got to work soon, though. "Very good, Lauren. You love being hypnotized by me."
"...I love being hypnotized by you..." Not even a shred of hesitation.
"Being hypnotized by me makes you happy."
"...it makes me happy..."
