"Hot Blooded"
"Diane, honey?" Jack called out from the living room. "I think one of your triggers is broken."
Diane came in from the kitchen with a vegetable tray, being careful to avoid getting any dip on her little black dress. "I'd say I don't remember you using any triggers on me in the last few minutes," she said, "but then again, that's not necessarily evidence of anything. Which one is it that you think is malfunctioning?"
"It's a new one, 'Hot Blooded'," Jack said. He paused. "Feel anything different?"
Diane set the tray down on the coffee table. "Not a thing," she said. "What's it supposed to do?"
"Well, if it had worked, it--hang on, let me try again." He looked into her eyes, and Diane smiled. Even after six years of marriage, she still got a quiet thrill out of staring deep into her husband's intense brown eyes, the memories of so many erotic trances making the simple, casual act of looking at each other into an intimate moment. "Hot Blooded," he said again.
Diane shrugged. "Sorry, nothing. You sure this is one you actually programmed me with, and not just one you were thinking about installing?" Not that she'd actually remember, one way or another. She knew some people had trouble with hypnotic amnesia, but Diane positively reveled in it. There was just something so sexy about knowing that some part of her brain was the willing conspirator in rendering her helplessly submissive, that the power Jack held over her was so total that it blanked out conscious thought. Hearing a trigger and realizing she had been programmed without remembering it was like tangible evidence of her complete submission, and...Diane shivered a little.
"I'm positive," Jack said, interrupting her train of thought. "Hot Blooded?" He frowned, watching Diane's face.
"Nothing. How positive is positive? Because I don't want this to be a repeat of that time you walked up to me and said, 'Stupid Girl' because you thought you'd made it into a trigger phrase," Diane said mischievously, squirming slightly with lust as she thought about exactly what 'Stupid Girl' did to her now that he'd installed it.
Jack grinned ruefully. "My shoulder still aches in wet weather, you know." Diane rolled her eyes, his voice snapping her out of her fantasy a bit. "No, I'm very sure I installed this trigger, but...Hot Blooded." He sighed. "Great. Kiki's bringing her new girlfriend over in about five minutes, and your 'Hot Blooded' trigger doesn't do anything."
Diane shrugged, sitting down on the couch. "I don't think it's going to be a big deal, honey. We were planning to take things slow early on anyway, get to know the new girl." She paused, thinking about said 'new girl'. Kiki had sent pictures of Traci, and she looked absolutely adorable, downright melt-in-your-mouth. Diane was really looking forward to the evening, hoping that Kiki and Traci and Jack and her would wind up in bed...or possibly just on the floor, sucking and fucking and trancing and tying and whipping and--
"So, um...slow, like I was saying," she said, forcing herself to get back on-topic. "Which reminds me, you can take the 'Hypnosis Is For Lovers' button off any time."
"You think I should go with 'Lose Thoughts Now--Ask Me How'?" Jack asked with a crooked grin. But he took the button off. "I still think you're underestimating Kiki's sex drive. The email she sent us practically screamed 'foursome'. In fact, I think there was an .mp3 attachment we didn't open that did just that."
"Yes, darling, but there is such a thing as class." Diane held up her hand in a Shakespearean gesture. "Elegance. Holding off on the orgy until after the beef course. Things like that set us apart from the barbarians."
"Oh, I know," Jack responded. "Do you know, the barbarians don't even know that you pass the K-Y to the person on your right?" He chuckled. "I'll go get us some wine." He headed out of the room in the direction of the pantry.
Diane smiled and reached over to pick up a carrot stick. It was always weird, looking at vegetables right before a kink party. You were struck by their phallic significance. Even now, Diane could picture taking this carrot, spreading her legs, and slipping it right up into her pussy. She could imagine herself, pumping it in and out, thrusting it like a cock into her soaking wet cunt, the coolness of it so delicious against her hot slick wetness, and...
Diane took a deep breath. Obviously, she was anticipating Kiki's visit a little more than she'd realized. Jack was too, she knew. Certainly, neither one of them would mind if the party developed into an orgy quicker than expected. But Diane just wanted to be on the safe side, that was all. There'd be plenty of time for hot, bisexual D/S fun as the night went on, for tongues on her nipples and fingers in her pussy and a cock up her ass and--
"Hot Blooded!" Jack shouted, startling her out of her reverie. She dropped the carrot in surprise. "Still nothing, huh?"
"Wha? No, nothing," Diane said, realizing her legs had slipped apart to a rather unseemly degree. "It might help if you told me what it was supposed to do. I mean, if it's the surprise you're worried about, you can just hypnotize me to forget again." Just the thought of that made her shudder, the idea of Kiki walking in with Traci and them finding Jack dangling a pendant in front of her as her eyes went blank and empty and vacant and stared in deep, hypnotic trance, all three of them knowing that Diane was helpless to resist or even remember anything they'd do to her...
"Well, it's not really important," Jack said. "It was just an idea I had, that when I said 'Hot Blooded', you'd--" He smacked his forehead. "Glasses! I totally forgot the glasses. Hang on." He set the wine down on the sideboard and went back into the kitchen.
Diane snarled a little. Architecture might have been her chosen profession, but it did require enough math that she was able to put two and two together to make...she suddenly noticed the way the shape of the wine bottle suggested a cock. Um, to make four. Jack seemed remarkably reluctant to tell her what this supposedly 'non-functional' trigger did, and he'd used it...how many times? She hadn't really been counting, at least not consciously. Diane suddenly suspected that her subconscious knew exactly how often he'd said it.
So it was working, it was doing something to her, and part of the programming involved her not noticing the changes. Diane pinched her nipples idly, wondering exactly what it was the words were doing to her. That was the worst part (or possibly the best part.) She'd never even be able to deduce it; her mind would slide right off into some sort of distraction. Like thinking about all the things they might do with Kiki and her new girlfriend as the night went on. Diane clenched her thighs together, imagining strap-ons and vibrators and...
Jack came back in. "Honey," Diane said, "I'm just going to go into the...the bedroom, for a moment. Grab a few toys. Won't be a minute."
