It is Amazing What the Power of Suggestion will Do.
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A shorter two part story that is the last of some that I realize were all too predictable. This one has a bit of hypnosis / mind control.
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Part 1: Something had to Change
We were in a rut. Both of us were now only nearing 30, but there were big-time issues. The bloom had worn off the rose in our marriage for both of us, a long time ago it seemed. At least work was going well for both of us, and I was doing pretty well physically, but my better half, Ellen was dealing with a number of issues. Those issues were nagging enough that our whole marriage was at risk, at least from my point of view.
She had grown into a two pack a day smoker, but somehow was also carrying around an extra ten or fifteen pounds. I always heard that smoking kept you thinner, so started to worry if she did stop smoking, that fifteen pounds would soon be thirty.
With all that stress, a habit she couldn't kick and how she complained she looked like a cow, I mean really it was only ten pounds, she was super moody. And as if all of that wasn't enough, Ellen just about never in the mood for fun anymore. We did it at best twice a month and it was routine, boring almost.
She snarled at me if I suggested anything, telling me she was a married woman, not some slut I saw in one of the bars I liked to hit on Friday night during happy hour. I had started to realize I wasn't happy any longer, but didn't want to just walk out, I wanted to do something to salvage our once happy union.
So, I knew we needed a change, but didn't have any idea what to do. Then Scott, a running buddy, ran into me at Friday happy hour at our favorite sports bar. I clearly looked down, and soon told him all my woes.
Scott told me he had an idea that could help me...hypnosis. I cracked up, it was like a bad movie on Netflix or some other cheap cable channel. I lit into him a bit, telling him I wasn't a fool, and please don't treat me that way. I really wasn't in the mood for some line of BS I told him.
Scott held his hands up in mock surrender. He swore it worked; however, it wasn't cheap, he also immediately disclosed. He said that he had used the total program on his wife Sally, and I knew she had changed a lot in the last year, right? That got me to thinking about the whole silly idea. I mean I struggled to remember Sally two years ago. But how she looked today wasn't so hard to remember.
So maybe my goofball buddy was right. As he talked about Sally and her changes, I did remember her, and realized something striking. The Sally I knew and lusted after today was nothing like the Sally of just a year ago. She had gone from a mousy shy blonde girl, afraid of her own shadow, to a sexy, bold woman.
Sally now had an awesome tight body, that she showed off at every chance. She had this amazing blonde hair, and it seemed to match her big fake boobs perfectly. Her legs were lean, but very muscled. I could only imagine what it felt like when she wrapped them around Scott's midsection.
Sally had played with my head last time I saw her at Scott's house at a party, acting like she was going to pull the skin-tight, low cut latex dress she had on to really show me how big her new boobs were. What was striking wasn't just the long blond hair, the dark eyes and red lips, it was the crazy dresses and hot super high heels Sally wore all the time.
It was if her whole attitude toward life and sex had changed. Every move or look that Sally used reinforced that this was a sexual creature who loved to fuck and suck her husband and god knows who else.
And that night, the direct look she gave me, right after she told me how good it would feel if I sucked on her nipples and bit them, was not anything like the old Sally. What a lucky guy Scott was! A year ago, she couldn't have filled out that half of that dress. Now with bright blonde hair, a huge chest, and a teasing, flirty manner, not the same Sally, not by a long shot.
I had no idea what had caused Sally to become the fun, kind of dangerously sexy girl I had seen the last few months. Scott swore it was all in the program he had paid for. He had to be kidding, not some hokey hypnosis scam, that was not credible. But, regardless, I wanted Ellen to be more like Sally than anything else at this point. And it might make a big difference in our troubled marriage.
But Scott refused to take now for an answer and passed me a card. He swore it was worth it, and that the guy, who ran the service, called "You have to Believe", had a money-back guarantee. He also said the guy generally didn't advertise, relying on word of mouth from satisfied customers. Scott said he got his referral from a guy in a bar also.
A stranger had laughed at Scott lusting after his hot sexy wife, in that bar, about eighteen months ago. The guy smirked, not jealous at all, asking him if he wanted one just like her. Scott of course told me he said yes, but had been pretty doubtful, just like me. Now, he grinned at me,
"Look at Sally, don't you want Ellen to be just as hot and horny all the time?"
Of course, I laughed at him, but was also thinking that would be money well spent. I also knew I had to get on home, I was already going to get reamed for the beer on my breath. It was after seven, and I was coming from a bar on a Friday night.
After another frosty evening at home, and hating the smoky haze around Ellen, I decided to call the number on the card that Scott had given me. What did I have to lose anyway? This marriage was either on the rocks or about to hit them. I decided to take my difficult wife to a better place, or a better place for me at least. Otherwise it was a pretty good bet we would be living separate lives in six months.
The guy, who called himself Ben Black, talked to me and then followed up with an in-person consultation. He offered a number of videos of smoking cessation, weight loss successes and even stress reducing programs to improve sleep and outlook. I looked at him and said,
"That is all super, and probably a great idea for my wife Ellen, but what did you do to transform Scott's wife Sally? She is amazing now; makes you want to be Scott every time you see her."
Ben asked me I was really interested in the total transformation program; it was more expensive and longer than the single focus hypnosis programs. I asked him how much more. He told me the "vanilla" programs were each $400 for the treatment, but the total transformation effort was $1200 and would focus on four areas of my choice.
I thought about it, then he added that every program had a guarantee of customer satisfaction or your money back. He laughed, and assured me, no one ever asked for their money back after he got done. That was oddly confident, but reassuring.
We agreed on the total effort and I signed the contract. It laid out the program of three months of sessions in his treatment clinic as well as tapes to use while sleeping. I selected the four areas. I knew I could never show that paper to Ellen. Instead, and Ben said he was used to this, he gave me a substitute paper that listed weight loss and smoking cessation as the program objectives.
Of course, the first area was the easy one, stop smoking and lose the weight Ellen wanted to lose. But the other three would freak her out. I wanted her to embrace any and all sex acts, the kinkier the better; change her entire wardrobe to be totally slutty and fetish-focused; and finally, to be strongly in favor of any and all body modifications I thought were warranted.
Ben laughed, my ideas were actually pretty common for the husbands to pick, and he actually had the tapes premade for these options. I would have to take part in the office sessions too, so all that I wanted would be deeply imprinted onto Ellen in my voice.
He told me they typically would address the first, vanilla improvements, to make sure Ellen saw the value of the program, and then address all three of the other areas in a blended approach over the last two months during the "maintenance phase" so that she absorbed the other focus areas while locking in the first area forever.
Ben assured me that after the sessions, as long as Ellen did the office sessions and the sleep tapes, she would never willingly change back. I told him good, that would be perfect. Just so he understood, he asked me to describe Ellen, if everything worked perfectly during the three months of intensive sessions.
I smiled and described the hottest possible Ellen, from dark brown or reddish long wild hair to the bright red lips. This Ellen would be proud to show off her toned body, not shy at all. I wasn't looking for anything fake, like huge new tits, I just wanted to see her nice C cup boobs exposed and ready for fun.
I started to discuss Ellen's new taste in clothing. She would now favor latex or leather lingerie, and all sorts of other super sexy clothing. She would strut around without a thought in super high stripper heels. I knew my description was a little out there when you looked at Ellen today, the slightly overweight, stressed out wife, who couldn't be bothered to put on makeup most days.
Finally, whether it was pierced ears, nipples or bellybutton, the new Ellen would be strongly in favor of all of them. I couldn't really imagine other modifications, maybe some small tattoos, but that was about it. And when it came to sex, I saw my wife as aggressively giving and welcoming oral sex, willing to enjoy a good ass fucking, and loving sex in any location possible, not shy or demure at all.
I thought to myself it all sounded a bit outlandish. But Ben didn't laugh at me. He told me that what I wanted was only natural, and quite possibly what Ellen wanted deep down. He noted, being careful not to promise anything, that if this aligned well with Ellen's deep-seated vision, we would be amazed and the speed and extent of the changes.