Ch 1: The Training Begins
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Chapter 1:
The Training Begins
The dust settled over Lucy's lovely face and her sexy young smile emerged. Her eyes were glazed-over like she was in some kind of a spell, and she was! She stared off slightly in the distance. Her puffy Angelina Jolie lips; pursed, moist and inviting.
I was delighted because I had been making casual conversation with my neighbor for months. I liked just being in her presence because she was in her late 20's and such a shy beauty, but I secretly lusted over her night and day. Having just turned 19, I had all the testosterone a horny young guy could have. It was a struggle to keep it under control, but not any more.
I figured that NOW was my chance to go for it!
I might as well try. Worst thing that could happen was that she would slap me in the face or something. Plus, there was something about the way my uncle told me about this Powder of Suggestion he gave me that made me believe I could now actually control my beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous neighbor. I had just casually blown it in her face after dusting it in my palm. I did it like I was just stretching my arm out and wasn't doing anything special. She didn't even notice anything odd going on at all. Once the dust hit her face, she totally changed, relaxed, smiled, and look pretty spaced-out.
"You know Lucy, you really are a very beautiful woman, right?"
"Uh, what do you mean Sam? Oh, uh huh. OK." she responded, half whispering from her daze.
"I mean you have an absolutely perfect body. You know that, right?"
"Ohhh..., I guess so..." she dreamily responded while sitting with me at her table in the back yard. Deep inside she wondered why I was starting to talk to her about her beauty and her body. That wasn't how our conversations normally had gone. She wasn't really worried, but she did notice this was a bit odd.
"I mean, look at yourself Lucy. You are the very picture of perfection. You have an incredibly beautiful body. You know that, don't you?
Your face is so soft and sweet and youthful. You have such a cute little nose, and your big puffy kissable lips are just out of this world. You know that men just love looking at your puffy kissable lips, right?" I asked, not needing a response.
"I mean Lucy, and then there are your hips. They are so nice and round, and you have such a thin waist it just makes one want to wrap their hands around you and squeeze you tight! And the best thing about you Lucy are those fabulous breasts of yours that you seem to keep hidden all the time."
I said that with a great deal of enthusiasm because I just couldn't help myself. She actually had the body of Pamela Anderson except I was certain she had a pair of tits at least one bra size larger than hers. I mean if Pamela were built like her, Baywatch would have bordered on being a porn movie with her bouncing around as she ran around the beach all the time!
Lucy was certainly puzzled. She couldn't figure out why I was talking about her body so bluntly. It wasn't normal for guys to talk directly to her about her breasts. That seemed really off base. She was about to question me, but I continued.
"Yes Lucy, you also really do have a nice large pair of breasts hidden inside those baggy clothes you wear. Why they are just so big, they fill the full width of your lovely chest. They look to be quite a handful!" I said, teeming with lust I could barely control any longer.
"I would even go so far as to say Lucy, that you... well you could be a real "Trophy Bride"!!!", I said this with real enthusiasm like it was the most special, most cherished thing on earth.. Lucy's eyes lit up and she now had a big smile on her face now.
Lucy was puzzled, but she held that deep inside. She was about to ask me why I was talking like that to her, but she couldn't escape the idea that being a "Trophy Bride" might be a good idea. She wasn't sure about any of this however.
"Well, thanks for the compliments Sam," she said, "but I'm not so sure that you should be talking to me about, well, about my body like that. But then, maybe I should try to be a Trophy Bride. I mean, I guess I'm pretty, but why is that so important?"
If it weren't for that dust hitting her, she probably would have gotten up and left me, but somehow deep inside she believed that what I was saying was important. She wanted to learn more.
I continued, "Why, all women should try to be Trophy Brides for their husbands. That is their duty. That is what a good woman, a good wife, does for their man. You would do very well in life if you were to learn to be a real Trophy Bride. I'm sure of that! The only problem is Lucy, (pausing a bit).....is that you just don't act like one. You don't dress like a Trophy Bride for your husband, Lucy."
Lucy seemed puzzled, yet again. A bit sad but she was still paying complete attention to my every word. She felt a bit uncomfortable about all this but at the same time she was also feeling a bit sexy by all this conversation. She thought she looked fairly nice and pretty and she did always try to look presentable.
"But I do like to look nice for my husband." She said defensively. "Well, but then, I don't really wear low cut tops or heals very much. That's true. Maybe I could start wearing more lipstick. Is that what you mean?" she naively asked.
She was beginning to catch on, but she had no idea how carnal and twisted the thoughts I had running around in my mind. I SO wanted to turn her into my plaything, my fuck toy and lover.
"I think that what you really need Lucy is some good solid training to be a true Trophy Bride! I'll bet you would really like to be trained to be a true Trophy Bride Lucy? I could do that for you. I could do that because I really like you and I know all about Trophy Brides. I've trained plenty of other Trophy Brides in my life too Lucy." I lied through my teeth while she was deep in thought.
"Do you want that, Lucy? Do you want to be trained to be a real Trophy Bride?" I asked again.
Once more, Lucy's face lit up, she began to ignore more and more the doubtful feelings she had inside. She smiled and turned to me looking into my eyes with a mile-wide smile and said "Yes! I'd like that! I want to learn, yes! I guess there's all sorts of clothes I could wear. Maybe I should dress extra special for him when he comes home? Maybe I could look more like those women in all those magazines I see around" she said as she tried to understand what I really meant. She didn't understand fully just how carnal and twisted my thinking was or that I was refering to dressing sexy outdoors in public, to become a real show-off piece, a real hot piece of meat!
"I guess so Sam. Why yes, I'd like to be a real Trophy Bride!" That's when I knew I had her.
"But there's one thing Lucy, the thing is that until you're fully trained you need to keep this a secret from your husband. You need to wait until you are really good at being a Trophy Bride, until your training is complete, OK? You need to keep dressing in those drab flannel shirts and shapeless pants you wear until I teach you how to wow the pants off your husband. How to be his pride and joy. How to be someone that all the guys lust over so they are totally jealous of him and he is totally proud of you! I can teach you how to be his pride and joy. Someone he can show off to anyone and be super proud of. Yes, I can teach you how to be a true Trophy Bride!"
And so, my plan began.
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Just the day before my uncle Tom came by my house and we got to talking. I told him how I had been perving over my beautiful neighbor who I had the real hots for. She was so fucking gorgeous but sadly got married to this boring, completely nerdy accountant. I got her to trust me and have confidential chats with her. We had a nice, low-key friendship and I never acted threatening because I never thought I could get anywhere with her.
I would often come by, casually hanging out over coffee when her husband was at work. I made up all sorts of stories about how women mistreated me and such just to get her pity. In actuality, I wasn't doing too badly in the woman department at all, but none of them had big tits like hers, or a thin, thin waist, or such a cute, delectable face like hers. I just crave big tits and ultra thin bodies, and Lucy sure as fuck had that! Her tits weren't overly huge. They were just the perfect large size. One cup size bigger than what would already satisfy most men. That was what I craved! It was just such an incredible turn on for me to find woman like that.
Well, my uncle Tom told me that he had just the thing to help me. He told me about his special Powder of Suggestion he had bought during a recent trip to Egypt. He said it was absolute magic and he was able to use it to control some beautiful women he knew. He never went into details, but I believed him (you can find those in my Breast Suggestions series) and suspected he was having a really good time with some young hotties. I just had no idea how much he was fucking his brains out with them.
"Here you go Sam, why don't I give you just a little dusting of my special powder. You might want to try it on that hot babe next door. I'm sure you will be delighted with the opportunities it will release. Remember, it is powerful and also quite permanent. She will do anything you want once you blow it on her face and get her to inhale it. You'll thank me in the morning", he jokingly said. "No, you'll thank me every day the rest of your life. Ha. Ha!" With that, he left.
So there I was, astounded about Lucy's willingness to agree with everything I said. Her enthusiasm and innocence made her all the more attractive. I was determined to take full advantage of her right here, and right now!
