AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello reader! If you've made it this far in my story, I assume you're invested in the characters. That's good because chapter ten is the final chapter, and I had a lot to wrap up.
As a result, this chapter is long, and it's more character-driven than sex-drive. Hang in there though, you will be rewarded!
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It was late Sunday morning. My wife, Marsha, had left for work a little while ago, a double shift. Chani, our eighteen-year-old daughter, sat across from me at the dining room table.
Thus far, it had been a pleasant morning, mostly just sitting right where I was, reading the newspaper. But, everything changed moments ago when Chani walked in and took a seat.
She had just set something on the table. A leather collar, to be precise. To most people, it would look like any ordinary dog collar, even if the name, Ashley, emblazed upon it was perhaps unusual for a dog.
The reality was different, however. This was not a dog collar. It was a hypnotic prop.
Many years ago, early in our relationship, I had spent months using deep hypnotic trance states to create a sub-personality within my wife.
This personality, Ashley, was, for all intents and purposes, my sex slave. She fulfilled all my deepest, darkest sexual desires with wild abandon, even while my wife—whose body she inhabited—was generally pretty vanilla in the bedroom.
The collar was used to bring out, to wake up, if you like, this Ashley, while at the same time, putting my wife, Marsha's true personality, to sleep.
Whenever I (and only I) presented the collar to Marsha, she instantly fell into a deep sleep, and Ashley would come forward.
The process had been perfected over years of regular use to the point where Marsha had no memory of the collar. Even if she came across it on her own, while cleaning or something, she would ignore it entirely and have no memory of it later.
As you might imagine, such an endeavor is fraught with peril. As such, when I first began the hypnotic training, I was careful to create contingencies, and backdoors, just in case something happened and Marsha figured out what was going on.
Indeed, the sub-personality itself was one of those contingencies, as she, Ashley, was omnipresent—even if buried deep—in Marsha's mind. She could influence Marsha, subtly, as needed, just like any other aspect of Marsha's subconscious.
Very early in the process, there were a couple worrisome events where Marsha began to realize that something was out of sorts. Thankfully we had been able to mitigate her suspicions, and in time Ashley, and I figured out a series of little safeguards and strategies to ensure Marsha's blissful ignorance.
As an example, just last night, Ashley prevented me from cumming inside my wife. Usually, a sex 'slave' would have no say in such matters; however, part of her mandate was to project Marsha. After all, an odd taste in one's mouth upon waking was much easier to ignore than sperm leaking out of one's vagina.
And, it was that collar, that hypnotic prop, that my daughter had just placed before me.
My initial reaction was to explain it away as a bit of kink, of sexual roleplay shared between her mother and me, but Chani's recounting of events made it clear that she would never believe such an explanation.
The reality was, though, I didn't have much choice. I could lay all my cards on the table and hope that Chani didn't run to her mother (or the police). Or I could try to gaslight her and hope she bought it.
"Oh, that," I played it cool. "I'm sorry you saw that, Chani. I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but your mom and I play a little sex game that involved her pretending..."
I was stopped there when Chani interrupted me. Her voice was full of something, pain, confusion, incredulity, all of the above? "Stop! Daddy, please just stop." She paused and took several deep breaths.
"If it were anyone else, I would probably believe your story about 'sex games.' But I know who you are. In fact, today, I know you better than I ever have before.
"For starters, I know that you are a master hypnotist. For my entire life, I've heard you talking about hypnosis.
"You're obviously proud of your work, and it was inevitable that I would pick up quite a bit in eighteen years of listening to you.
"When I saw the change that came over Mom last night, I had no idea what I was seeing. But later, after thinking about it, I knew. I knew that you had done something to her mind.
"That woman," she looked down at the collar as if reminding herself of the name, "Ashley, she's not Mom, is she?"
I sighed and steadied myself. I was caught, and how I handled this was critical.
The most interesting thing was that, so far, there had been no recriminations from Chani. It appeared that she wanted to understand, not to accuse or threaten.
I quickly weighed my options, thought about potential outcomes, and decided to come clean, well, mostly.
"No," I finally responded. "Well, yes, and no."
Chani just stared at me, indicating I should continue.
"Alright. I'm going to put it all out there. When you have questions, just speak up...
"As you know, your mother is my second wife. My first marriage was a disaster. We got married for the wrong reasons, and divorce was inevitable.
"There was so much bad in that relationship, but one of the only bright spots was our sex life. We had great sex."
The sour look on Chani's face indicated that she wasn't keen to hear about my sex life with my ex-wife but was willing to continue listening as long as it was going somewhere.
"After the marriage inevitably fell apart, and some time passed, I met your mother," I continued.
"Our relationship was the exact opposite. Everything was fantastic. We had similar goals, similar beliefs, similar senses of humor. Sure, we were in love, but we were also in 'like.'"
Chani clearly had no idea what I meant, so I explained.
"I mean that we really liked each other. We became genuine friends. You may find this hard to believe, but that's rare. Most people fall in love; they feel all these intense, sometimes overwhelming feelings. Then, they intensify and confuse those feelings with sex.
"They decide that they're soulmates, get married, and five years later, realize that they're not all that into each other anymore.
"But, at that point, they've got kids and a mortgage, and their lives are so intertwined that the thought of starting over is less appealing than just sticking with this person. After all, they mostly get along; it's not terrible.
"It's why so many divorces happen when the kids move out. There are just so few reasons for them to stay together; it's easy to just walk away.
"That's not how things were with your mother and me. We were friends, real friends. We were comfortable with each other in a way neither of us had ever experienced before.
"It sounds corny because so many people say this early on, but for us, it was true: We had the perfect relationship...
"Except for sex."
