Cindy and her three closest friends, all neighbors in the quiet cul-de-sac sat on the sofa with horrified looks on their faces. That her plan had worked so well amazed her; she thought it would be impossible at first. That the four husbands writhing around on the living room floor in front of her would be so easily hypnotized and controlled was a dream come true.
"OK girls, I am ready to show you your new husbands. They are completely under my control. And you each have complete ownership of your husband. They will never again stray from you, or even think of another woman. They are now your personal property and feel that their only reason for living is to please you in every way. After the way they cheated on their group fishing trip, I think we are letting them off easy. But we can always revisit what we're doing to them, and add new kinks or adjust their sexual desires and behaviors in any way we see fit.
Eric, her husband, was wearing the pretty light blue hipster panties Cindy had told him to buy for himself. They were dotted with tiny little flowers, as would all the underwear he would henceforth wear. She had to admit, they looked sexy on him. The plain white camisole with the spaghetti straps looked good on his muscular chest.
In Eric's arms was Jonathan, Pam's husband, who was holding Eric closely as they kissed deeply and passionately...like they were in love. Jonathan was wearing pink, high-waist briefs. The lace waist band had scalloped edges. He wore a light blue camisole like Eric's.
They were making out like horny teenagers, feeling each other up like it was their first time finally making out with anyone. Both had a raging hard on. Per their programming, each was fully aware of what they were doing, were disgusted by it, but were unable to help themselves or stop. They simply had no control over what their bodies were doing. As desperately as they moved on each other's bodies, they wanted to throw up. Cindy's training meant that they could not stop what they were doing- they were hungry for each other whether they liked it or not. Orgasm was the only way out.
The bright lights for the video cameras made sure all the viewers on Cindy's Onlyfans feed would easily recognize them if they ever saw them in public. While they had been fucking and sucking each other for weeks, it was always in private for Cindy's programming of them. Tonight's show was the result of the agreement the girls had made, to make some money while they punished their errant husbands and ensured that the 'men' were from now on their personal property. From now on, their otherwise perfectly straight husbands would only suck cock for profit. So far, only Cindy had seen what these 'new men' had been doing- it was the opening night of a show that would last for the rest of the guy's lives.
The men, if you could still call them that, had been under Cindy's control now for quite some time, but most of that was spent in laying the foundation of the generic hypnosis work and was not sexual. To reach the level of control she needed, Cindy had to go slowly and ensure the guy's trances were deep and all-consuming. Over this time, they were trained to go more deeply into trance each time Cindy said a particular phrase, and each time they did it came over them more easily and automatically. She didn't just need to be able to make suggestions they might follow; she needed to completely own their minds so that their bodies were like puppets for her and her friends.
