Author Notes: After reading "The Matter of the Mind Ch 2." I thought it was going in the wrong directions. So here is a revised Chapter 2 of "The Matter of the Mind." I hope you enjoy and please leave your comments.
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Riding in the back seat of the limo on my way home to my wife, I began to think about the little box that we just created. I thought I could really get things in my house in order, create the wife I want immediately, or do it slowly where she will not suspect what is happening to her. I married the cleverer sister, Claire was a knock out, but Carrie was a knock out with intelligence. So, if I started to use the box on her right away, she might just figure it out. I could give her that post hypnotic message -- "This is your idea." Somehow it would back fire on me and all hell would break loose. So, I decided to just use the box to soften her up a little for the evening. I had a plan that would take time to work and I figured my time frame, analysis all the angle I could take into effect.
I guess this is where I am suppose to tell you about my very sexy full figured, blonde as the day she was born wife, Carrie and her twin sister. I met Carrie in college, she was a History Major and I was in Business. Her sister, Claire was a Literature Major and Arny was an Engineer. Arny and I were old friends, best buddies from grade school. We went to elementary, middle and then high school together, going to most of the same classes. In high school Arny was the President of the Math, Science and Physics Club's. I was the President of Young businessman's, Statistics and Drama Club's. He lived behind us on Mulberry Street; his back door was directly across from mine. We tied in votes as -- first in school history -- the most likely to Succeed.
While in the library one night cramming for a mid semester test. I saw this incredible sexy looking blonde, tall thin and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Nice little body, nice full tits, smooth legs and what can I say the best part of Carrie then and now is her great ass; firm with no jiggle. I walked up to her and asked for a date, she said she would if I could find a date for her sister. I asked what her sister looked like and all she would say is, "She looks like me sort of!" She told me that her sister was her twin, they did almost everything together. I asked her what kind of things were "almost" with a wink. She blushed. I called Arny back at our room and told him he had a date tonight and be ready by 7:00 PM.
He said "What another blind date for me with the ugly step sister?" I told him no and that the "ugly step sister was gorgeous, my dates twin sister. We arranged to meet the girls at the Common Hall on campus. Carrie came running over to me and gave me the biggest hug smashing her firm tits into my chest, needless to say Arny stood there with his mouth open in awe, seeing the identical twins; Carrie and Claire. Carrie had shorter hair and a little thinner I believe, while Claire had streaks in her brunette hair. The four of us from that point on were just about inseparable until we all got married. We had a double wedding because the sisters insisted upon it. Carrie and I did some heavy petting; once I got her to suck me off. She actually swallowed when I came in her mouth. Surprised me a lot when she did, after that she would ask to suck me. She loves the taste of my semen. Still does some times which lately has not been that often. I decided in the limo arriving at home to really get her back into the college frame of mind sexually with us. I had figured that if she was just as horny today as back then well our life would be better somehow.
Our wedding night proved to be very interesting, Carrie didn't like anything other than missionary style, come to find out from Arny her sister was the same way. To make a long story short, neither of our families had any kids yet. So, the lady's spent their time shopping and doing what they wanted when they wanted to do it. Arny and I were really tired of this after 10 years of marriage; hence the little box came in to being thru frustration and the need for control of our lives and our wives.
I arrived home to find Carrie lounging by our pool in her bikini getting a tan on that wonderful smooth skin of hers.
"Hi, sweetie!"
"Well, it is about time you showed up. Where have you been the strip club again?"
"No, been at the office putting together a new proposal for the Radment Company."
"Oh, sure. Claire just left to go home to Arny so that they can get ready for dinner. Seems that they are going out. Why aren't we going with them?"
"Oh, but we are and I would like you to go shower so that we can join them for dinner. It will be my treat tonight."
"Oh...ok...." Claire goes up and walked into the house from the sun deck. Watching her ass jiggle was starting to turn me on. Knowing what will happen with her in the shower. I waited a good 10 minutes before going to the master bathroom. Sure enough she was in the shower, setting down the black box. I turned it on and searched for my wife's signal.
"Claire?" I had to think of a way to test her to make sure the box was working.
"Yes!"
"Wash your right foot" I watched as she raised her right foot and started to wash it.
"Wash your left tit" she moved her hand starting to soap with her breast.
"Pinch your nibble, pull on them. This turns you on! You will feel your pussy getting wet from you nibble pinching. You are getting horny by it, you want something anything to start playing with your nipples. You can't get enough of your nipple play; it makes your clit on fire, your pussy dripping."
I watched as my wife in a little dream land, kept pinching and pulling moaning her pleasure all the while her finger was playing with her clit. Trying desperately to come; moaning and humping her finger now deep in her cunt. The shower forgotten, I had striped and opened the shower.
"You do not see me entering, this is one of your fantasies, I am imaginary, but real enough for you to enjoy. You will remember only the fantasy and not me."
I step into the shower and grab her nipples in between my forefinger and thumb pinching hard on the already tortured nipple. Carrie moaned louder, rubbing her ass against my cock.
"What is it you want slut?"
"Oh, please just fuck me anywhere, but please just fuck me."
"Oh, but slut you seem to think that I will do that just because you ask me to. You see I am in control here, first you need to look down at your pussy. Is there hair?"
"Yes, there is hair."
"You will not be allowed to come unless it is completely shaved clean."
"Oh....gooooddddd....please I so want to come."
"Then you best get dried and remove all the hair, shave it clean then come back into the shower for your orgasm."
I watched as Carrie shut the water off and dried herself, she grabbed my beard trimmer, turned it on and started to remove her brown pubic hair. She started to moan louder as the buzzing shaver came close to her clit. Finally, when the hair was a stub she got my shaving cream and lathered mound all over, with my razor she proceeded to shave her pussy bald. I was getting a hard on just watching her.
"You will wait for 5 minutes before re-entering the shower. You will see me when I saw "What is this?" You will remember my previous instructions."
I left the bathroom, put some pants on and walked back into the bathroom. Seeing my wife without her brown hair all over her pussy had me hard again.
"What is this?"
"Oh, hi honey."
"What are you doing?"
