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Part 1
Will drove down I-30, sore from his last job, happy to be heading home for the weekend. It'd been a busy week, a little harder than he was used to though. Working as an independent contractor for home remodeling was great employment for Will, especially the independent part. He'd finally finished a 3 month condo job, and was happy to have it done. Not just to have his work completed, but to also not have to deal with the blonde trophy wife that constantly fawned over and couldn't read his "I'm not interested" vibe he desperately put out. His sandy hair, solid muscles and rugged handsome face did often attract female attention, sometimes to his detriment. He thought having being ten years younger at 30, and at least having a fiancée when he started the job, would've been enough of a deterrent. He felt glad that he'd rescheduled a prospective meeting for work till Monday. It was 2:30pm, he was avoiding the Friday work traffic on his stretch of highway by a few hours, and could head home to start the weekend off with a nap followed by whatever he felt like. He foresaw more R&R.
He was halfway home at around 3pm when his watch beeped. He pulled over off to the side of the road and looked at it. He didn't know why it was beeping, and couldn't ever remember setting it to go off for any time. He reached over to the bag on his passenger side for his planner to make sure he wasn't missing an appointment, totally unaware of his left hand reaching up to grasp his earlobe and apply gentle pressure. Under any other circumstance his hand wouldn't have done that, but his mind knew he was alone and safe at that point, so his fingers squeezed and he stopped reaching for his planner. He instead leaned back against the seat, and his left hand automatically reclined the seat so he could lay back to hear a female voice in his head praise and encourage the state he was in, echoing that there was nothing he needed to do but what her voice told him to.
He listened and obeyed as he shook himself back to consciousness, looked at his watch and realized he forgot he did have one appointment left for Friday.
* * *
About 30 miles away from where Will stopped, Lydia sat down on her bed after a light workout and long hot bath, posing a little in front of the full-length mirror near the bed, allowing a little vanity to slip out for how good she still looked at 46. Short auburn hair, slender but fit figure from years of habitual exercise, ample bust, able to turn heads wherever she went. She would've stood up to model more provocatively if she wasn't afraid of unceremoniously wincing as she did so.
It was still painful to lay or even sit down at times, but not nearly as painful from 3 months ago. Recovery from the surgery was harder than the doctors suggested it would be, but it eventually came, and the aftermath felt better than the literal chronic pain in her sides she couldn't ignore anymore. For a little over a year, the pain ranged from annoying to eventually excruciating in more recent months, lasting night and day. Her husband at the time tried to be very supportive, and her private therapy practice and hospital work was lenient and understanding, but it was her sheer, stubborn will that got her through most of it. She vowed to not let it become the bane of her existence. Fortunately the surgery was a success, even though it would be a longer road to full recovery than she liked. During her recovery, she decided to employ a few creative means to help her cope.
One of them began playing on her headset as she slipped them onto her ears. Lydia's own softly crooning voice began a steady pattern of self-induced looping hypnotic suggestions, working on banishing the pain. She loathed taking drugs, and opted for as much mental conditioning as she could. It was a habit that she would probably continue after well after she was back to normal.
Her smart phone on her nightstand beeped, but by the time it went off, she was already in a trance state deep enough that the sound was oblivious to her. She also couldn't hear the sound of her other creative coping mechanism entering her house and then her room.
* * *
Will had made it to the plush house in the suburbs, remembering this being a client's perspective house. He could only guess he was there to discuss the potential work she wanted done. It was totally ok in his mind to use the hidden key she had stashed in the bushes to enter; he never questioned how he knew about it or that he was entering a customer's house that bordered unlawful entry. Crossing the threshold of the door meant his mind was supposed to dive deep into listless obedience and compliance. His first command was always to close the door behind him, and stare at the teardrop crystals hanging from the miniature chandelier at the entrance. He would be retrieved by hand there, called to come to her, or would actively look for her throughout the house after 5 minutes of waiting, either way reliant on the words of the woman's voice. Before today, he'd roamed different parts of the house to find that voice so he could serve it. Today, he went straight upstairs to the bedroom to start, past the kitchen she asked about remodeling.
He entered her bedroom to find her laid out on her bed, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, relatively still and peaceful. Every time he came back here under trance, it'd always been a different experience, and sometimes he'd be given new instructions that stayed with him for future encounters. The last time he'd found her taking a hot bath down the hall. He stood near her for a good five minutes before she even acknowledged him, telling him if he received no orders from her, he was to take initiative and please her in an appropriate way. 'Appropriate' meant selflessly focusing on her pleasure and taking her orders.
In his muddled mind he saw his controller lounging, relaxing, perhaps enjoying some music. She looked so happy and peaceful, and with no prompting from her, he would assertively escalate what she felt.
Lydia was feeling very good, as the sound of her own voice was effectively ridding herself of most of the pain at her sides for hopefully half of a day, opening her subconscious to a point of sheer peace. It only seemed to compound as her body felt good all of a sudden. She could faintly feel her arm being lifted, her hand being held, and her index finger and thumb being made to grasp something soft in-between them. The softness was Will's right earlobe, and he hoped that she would become aware somehow and squeeze it to trigger him again. The effect of doing so felt wonderful for him, but he loved the way she looked whenever she used it. Her eyes widened more, and her nostrils flared, a sign to him of her taking full control, a truly arousing sight for him after weeks of conditioning.
"Mmmmm, please use me Lydia,"
he submissively spoke, just above a whisper. He couldn't help but speak those words with that tone, as her smile grew so wide whenever she heard it. Her lack of response was noticed, but only as an indicator to go further for her. Moving his ear away from her limp grip, his lips placed small kisses into her palm, making it twitch a little. A small smile appeared on her face briefly, before the sensation reached her hips and made them slightly convulse.
The hypnotized woman's subconsciousness shifted from imagining blank, painless peace to something like walking into a dark and sensual dream sequence of someone holding her, kissing her, a manifestation of the pleasure she was feeling, anchoring to him, being driven by his touch and the recording's commands.
Assuming great pain was coming to her hips again, Will held them as gently as he could manage, placing light kisses all over them, fingers stroking near areas where she'd told him it hurt the most. It was something he liked to do and she encouraged all the time. He was used to applying his masseuse skills he learned for his ex-fiancée at several places on Lydia's attractive form. Edie, his ex, enjoyed many nights of his warm, soothing massages, and after indoctrinating him, Lydia insisted those skills not go to waste. It was his most common physical interaction with her, stimulating her shoulders, back, legs, anywhere she wanted.
"You shouldn't feel any pain there Lydia. Your hips are beautiful and powerful. There is only pleasure for you."
Even in trance, he understood the pain she felt in her hips, and showed her the depths of his adoration as he almost turned her hips into an erogenous zone, something pain denied her very often. He was so elated to be able to do that for her, and melted at the reward of her tugging at his earlobes. It triggered profound trance within him, while bringing his ear to her mouth to whisper sensuous nothings that left him in white-hot arousal, just at the edge of orgasm. The more he did it, the more he felt fulfillment and a more insatiable need to please her until he was dismissed or told to perform a different task.
She built his conditioning around an already deep-seeded love of sexually pleasing a woman. Edie could've looked forward to that for years to come, but that ship had sailed, into another man's port unfortunately. The shock of Edie's betrayal was still fresh on his mind. The sex was what he'd miss the most after most of his feelings evaporated, mainly because since they started dating, no other woman in his life gave more feedback of his love-making, whether positive or negative.
Lydia, on the other hand, was a whole new level of woman to please. He never could've dreamed of a woman who would instruct him with exacting detail what she wanted, and made him hard and helpless to do so. After finding it, he grew hungry for more exposure, soaking up every suggestion like a sponge as it intertwined with his own desires. Subsequent encounters led his dreams to evolve into something even she couldn't anticipate. Like an evolution of his masseuse classes, in one dream he would helpfully, selflessly, very assertively, work on Lydia, intent on helping her become stronger, more comfortable, and more satisfied than before. Will could tell that despite the control already exercised, she really wanted more over him, and to do more. Laying still and peaceful like she did in his dream, the drive to fulfill it rose out of his tranced mind.
"This is what you want, this is what you deserve."
It sounded amazing to her mind how a softer, second voice like from a subliminal track joined in the chorus of reminding her of pleasure.
"Your glorious mind and body have shaped me well, molded me to your liking. Your wisdom has shown me how I belong under you. My mind now listens clearly to your words. My hands are made to please, to stroke and soothe your skin. The more I hear and touch you, the more I become bound to you, and the more any power I have seeps into you, making me want you and want to obey you more and more."
Lydia's small smile grew as she internally felt a familiar fire being fanned in her. Will's words reached the parts of her that adored the man she'd turned Will into, and the height she placed herself above him, always leaving him in her shadow, always close enough to be physically attended to. The urge to toy with subjects sexually had burst through after years of repression, and spilled all over her younger charge. Her fantasies began reflecting on the sublime knowledge of every touch and movement being for her, and the imagery of how she could manipulate him further in painless bliss.
"You are so beautiful, so powerful. I'm helpless to your desires."
Kisses all along the skin of her hips produced a rhythm in her. Her sensitivity was higher in her trance state, and was given reason expand as her hips shifted. The combination of her self-inducing and his intimate worship made that part of her feel like she'd never had a condition, barring one that naturally generated endorphins spreading from her mid-section. Her lower back arched partially, almost in the spirit of the last time she'd had an orgasm without pain.
