Hypnotic fun goes wrong
Cindy woke up late, with a newfound happiness pervading her being, as though she were a new woman. Her husband, Joe, had suggested playing games in the bedroom, to which she had reluctantly agreed. Becoming thoroughly hooked from the very first night hadn't been expected.
Sex had changed from a chore, to the focus of her life. Enjoying sex meant being transformed into a hot chick. Cindy laughed at the idea.
'I'm a hot chick!' she laughed out loud. 'I feel so naughty, so, yes, so alive!'
At first she had been nervous. Playing involved being hypnotised, not just acting out a fantasy, or dressing up. She would actually be the fantasy person, and believe in whatever she was supposed to do. Being rescued by a hunky fireman was one of her favourite fantasies, and she couldn't wait to try it out.
The point of hypnosis was to help break down the inhibitions holding her back from enjoying sex. It was re-assuring to know it was impossible to be made to do something she didn't want to, and he promised not to push her too far.
When that first special Friday evening arrived, Cindy was terribly nervous, and realised not everything had been thought through. Joe had everything ready to play out his fantasy, but would she back-out at the last minute?
'I've thought of something we haven't discussed,' she said.
Joe thought this was an excuse not to start the game, especially as it was his turn.
'Just in case the game is a little embarrassing tomorrow, in the cold light of day,' she started to say.
She could see he too had wondered about this.
Cindy continued, 'Whoever's turn it is, should tell the other to forget what the fantasy was about,' she hesitated again, then carried on, 'Not everything. Something should be left to, um, to reflect upon,' Cindy said, turning red from embarrassment.
It would save some awkwardness when it came to her turn. Not that she thought Joe would have a reluctance to perform her fantasies. It also meant trusting each other, though, wasn't that something marriage was about? Trust.
Cindy felt a thrill the moment she mentioned the idea, and could tell he felt a sense of added danger too. Not remembering what she had performed for him, left her more vulnerable. He could get her to perform something more risqué. He could make her do something more wicked, or more disgusting than she would like. She gave a little shiver of fright.
Joe looked serious while considering the idea, then nodded his head.
'It's my turn, so I'll command you to forget what happened. You could be commanded to remember your own fantasy in its place,' Joe suggested.
He saw a nervous twitch of her eyebrow, eventually followed by a slow nod. Cindy would have to perform his fantasy this evening, and not remember what he did to her. A chill ran down her spine in fear of the unknown - an exciting danger - which brought on a high level of sexual tension.
She had always been happier when a man was strong, taking charge of her, telling her what to do. Being guided was rather different from being reduced to a state of complete helplessness. The thought of it generated a real thrill of excitement.
She knew he might command her to forget something unpleasant. That was the whole idea, to escape from those boring inhibitions she had. Would he keep to the rules though? She didn't want to find friends and neighbours laughing at something embarrassing she had performed. Like running naked through a local shopping mall.
Being a conservative dresser, she had spent a lot of time and effort in the early stages of the hypnosis, overcoming her reluctance to wearing brief clothing. She had large impressive breasts. Too large to wear anything low cut, or even slightly clinging. She felt it would make her look like a common slut if her breasts had been shown off.
Eventually, after weeks of hypnosis, she was ready. She was now able to wear whatever was commanded, and do whatever he wanted. It was now acceptable to wear anything, or nothing at all in the bedroom. It meant she was now able to stand before him in an outrageous outfit, after working so hard on deepening the hypnotic influence.
***
Five weeks had passed with the game working wonders for their relationship. Neither really knew what the other's fantasies were, which was intriguing. As agreed they managed to keep them a secret.
In the hospital office, Cindy hummed a happy tune, while working through some paperwork.
'What's up with her?' Penny, one of her team asked.
'Not sure. It's a bit frightening though. I asked if someone could cover for me on Wednesday, and she agreed to do my shift. She's been like this for a couple of weeks,' Tracey winked at her friend.
'It's got to be that husband of hers. Or she's got a boyfriend, maybe a toy boy,' they giggled.
Everyone in the department had noticed how happy and cooperative she had become. Uncharacteristically she had become a pushover. A onetime stickler for the rules, had taken on a relaxed attitude. No one was prepared to push their luck with the harridan, so they didn't find out how compliant she had become. Not yet.
***
Cindy was wearing a little black dress that showed off a pair of ample breasts above a slim waist. The corset didn't need to push her breasts into a deep cleavage, for they were big enough to be impressive without help. The dress fitted her like a sheath, and was short enough to show off a pair of shapely long legs, gripped in sheer stockings.
She did not have to move much, to reveal a glimpse of black suspenders. When seated, the stocking tops were revealed. Crossing her legs was out altogether, unless she wanted to reveal bare thighs gripped by suspenders.
Tonight she was wearing underwear, as Joe had remembered to check her panties. The last time they went out, he had forgotten to specify what panties she should wear, and so she didn't wear any. That had caused quite a stir among the men in the bar. He now checked her out more thoroughly before they left the house.
He hadn't ordered her to keep her pussy shaved, so assumed it was one of her fantasies. Over the last week he'd noticed other little changes, that must be a part of her secret desires. He dismissed the thought, as he wanted to get started. Another bar out of town had been found, for them to have some fun.
The corset cupped her breasts, holding them up in an incredible cleavage. It was a cold night so the thin dress could not possibly hide the effects of engorged nipples. They were thrusting out so obviously it gave Joe a thrill knowing others would see them. Like headlights startling a rabbit, men would became transfixed.
The panties were nothing more than a piece of ribbon, so the figure hugging dress didn't reveal a panty-line. Although she stood in their bedroom looking like a high-class whore, later tonight, once they got home, she would wear clothes that made this outfit look like a demure turnout for Sunday school.
Cindy walked into the bar, and predictably all eyes turned on her. No sooner had she sat in a booth, when a guy approached her.
'Hi, can I get you a drink?' Dean asked.
His buddies had dared him to speak to the gorgeous woman. It was difficult not to stare into the deep cleavage. She didn't seem to mind, as his friends had said, she must be used to it.
'I'm waiting for someone, but you can keep me company until he turns up,' Cindy smiled.
Not waiting for a waiter, he grabbed another drink from the bar, and quickly brought it over. As he sat down she crossed her legs, with a tantalising sound of rasping stockings. He looked startled at the sight of bare thighs. After a moment or two, his eyes roamed back to settle on her cleavage.
'No, I haven't been in here before,' she replied.
It was obvious she hadn't, as he would have noticed, for sure. He needed to keep the conversation going as long as possible, to keep his friends happy, and win the bet. It was a pure pleasure for him too, though maybe not so pure, as he was developing a hard-on.
