George prepared his wife over a number of weeks, and was pleased with the results. She'd reached a stage of readiness for his orders, which meant she would do whatever he wanted while hypnotised. It hadn't been easy getting her to this state without her discovering what he was up to, but it had been worth the hassle and subterfuge.
As she had over the last few weeks, Elizabeth sat on a sofa with earphones relentlessly reinforcing the new obedient attitudes. Elizabeth was now a dutiful wife, ready to pander to his needs. The programming had already fully sunk in and taken a firm hold in her mind, so this was a final re-enforcement, to drive home that she must obey orders. While she settled down into her new role, he went for a shower.
George was thirty-six, and had grown used to having a young wife of twenty-eight. The novelty of having a young had worn off, after eight years of marriage. Hence the hypnosis to get her to do things he wanted, but she didn't.
'Hi, Mrs Atkins. Mrs Atkins? Hey, you alright?' Leonard asked.
The earphones had been removed as instructed, at the end of the recording. She sat open mouthed looking vacant. Leonard figured this was something to do with her new exercise regime he'd heard about. He'd heard his mother talking to a friend about the hypnosis while exercising. Mrs Atkins wasn't doing anything, she was just sitting there.
Leonard came over to deliver a message from his mom, but he wasn't very patient, and the woman wasn't coming around from the hypnotic trance.
'What are you waiting for, Mrs Atkins?' Leonard asked.
'I'm waiting for your orders, sir,' she blandly stated.
He told her to hold out her arm, then put her hands on her head. It was then he noticed the nylon, one-piece she wore. When it stretched over her breasts, it became almost transparent.
'Interesting. Stand up,' he said, and she did.
'Hop on one leg,' he ordered, and she did, though inelegantly.
'Strut around the room like a chicken,' he said, and was amused when she did.
A few more innocent orders were obeyed without question, so he moved on to something more appealing.
'Bend over and touch your toes,' he firmly stated.
'Nice,' he whispered, on seeing how thin the bodysuit stretched over her bottom.
'Down on the carpet, and see if you can do the splits,' he ordered.
Stretching her legs out almost sideways in the thin nylon, was fascinating. The material pulled tight between her legs, becoming see through. When she turned over and arched her back, the nylon pulled between her cheeks. He'd never thought of the neighbour as sexy, but like this, almost naked, she certainly was.
His interest grew with every twist and turn of her body. That it was him manipulated her, making her show off her body in a lewd way, gave him a sense of power. He hadn't thought how he was going to end this, but then his penis had taken over his thinking.
George heard voices and cautiously looked in. His wife was in their lounge, being ordered around by the neighbours son! Although he was only getting her to do silly things, it didn't look appropriate. Fortunately, nothing sexy was being ordered. George still only wore a towel from the shower, so he kept out of the way. Besides, he didn't want to answer awkward questions over why she was hypnotised. He hadn't realised she would talk to a neighbour about the new exercise regime, and that it involved hypnosis. Once she told someone, the possibility of an easy weight loss and toning regime quickly spread among friends.
George watched the boy exercising his wife, and didn't like the way it was developing. Naturally an eighteen year old was curious, but the damn boy was satisfying that curiosity with Elizabeth, his wife. An adolescent was unlikely to take advantage of an older woman, but the boy was taking too much interest in her near naked body.
The boy was getting her to bend over for obvious reasons, which George wasn't happy with. The old one-piece was worn and see-through, where it stretched over her body. The damn boy was getting her to stretch to show off her sexy figure! With her arms stretched up, she bent backwards, showing off her large breasts. It looked as though they were bare, and she was showing them off to him.
He really wanted to interrupt the naughty show, but didn't want the embarrassment of being found out. He could say the exercise instruction CD had gone wrong, and didn't release her from the hypnosis. Before it went too far he would have to do something. He couldn't hear the boy's whispered instructions, but could guess where they were leading.
He'd prepared her so thoroughly, building up the hypnosis over weeks, she would follow any instructions given. Her moral inhibitions had been worn away to nothing. He dare not think what the young guy might get her to do next. So far the damn kid hadn't told her to remove the leotard. Before that happened he would have to take back control of his wife. It was galling to think a damn boy had control of his wife, especially after all his hard work.
George quietly retreated to their bedroom, wondering why he hadn't left her here to wait for him. The excitement of their first session had obviously muddled his thinking. He quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He banged draws and doors to warn the boy he was in, before returning to the lounge.
He took a deep breath, and braced himself for awkward questions. Of course a teenager wouldn't challenge him, and the boy would feel guilty over what he was doing to an adult.
George made some noise and cleared his throat, before entering the lounge.
'Elizabeth, where's my . . .' he began.
The neighbour's son wasn't there, and neither was his wife!
'Damn! Shit!' he shouted a few times.
On calming down he looked through the window to their neighbours house. He saw the front door closing, and guessed they had entered. Looking up and down the street established no one was around. At least none of their neighbours had seen Elizabeth in the nylon bodysuit.
'Oh! Shit!' he cursed.
The damn boy could do anything to his wife, while she was hypnotised. She'd been programmed to accept commands, but he hadn't given her any yet. The shit of a boy had ordered her around, so she was now his to command. Damn it! The boy had taken his wife away, to be an obedient and uninhibited plaything. The dangerousness of the situation sank in, leaving him feeling angry and stupid.
In a rage he ran across the road to the neighbour's house. What was he going to do? He could hardly demand the return of his wife! It was going to be embarrassing walking her back home wearing just a bodysuit, yet it had to be done. Trying to calm down, he took several deep breaths before ringing the doorbell.
'Hi, George, how you doing?' Marjorie asked.
He wanted to barge in, but her presence brought some sensibility back to the situation. It was hard to believe his wife had been kidnapped, and he was chasing her around the neighbourhood. Obviously Marjorie hadn't seen his wife otherwise she would be at least curious.
'Wondered if you'd seen Elizabeth,' he asked, while trying to smile.
'Not since this morning. Come in and I'll make you some tea, you look hot and bothered,' she warmly said.
That was exactly what he wanted, not the tea, but to get into the house. Leonard had obviously taken Elizabeth to his bedroom, to hide her away. How the lad had the audacity to kidnap his wife, was a mystery. It wasn't surprising, after finding he could get her to do things. What things an adolescent was doing to his wife, he dare not contemplate.
Sitting in the kitchen with Marjorie, sipping hot tea as though nothing was untoward, was surreal. He felt like storming through the house on a rampage to find his wife. They'd both visited many times before, and sat in this kitchen drinking wine, so calling it a kidnapping seemed over the top. While he was trying to listen to Marjorie, his thoughts turned to what might be going on just a door away.
Had the boy got his wife to strip off the one piece exercise outfit? She would if ordered to, and it was all his fault for making her so vulnerable. Was she in that bedroom bending over while naked, showing off her charms. Was that boy touching her? Was he playing with her breasts? He'd shown a lot of interest in her large breasts, when they were in the lounge. That's why he went off to get changed, before it went any further.
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