Background
My wife and I have always had awesome sex.
We had been married for about 5 years when we started to explore a little bondage with our sex-life. On my birthday one year, we decided to take our level of trust in each other and our bondage to a new place - mind control.
We both went to several sessions with a hypnotist who gave us each a 'trigger' by which the other person could put us in a trance, and once in that state we would be the willing slave of the other person. I love my wife and I know she loves me. We trust each other completely, and this new bond took our relationship to new heights. My wife is completely in control of my sex life, and I am completely in control of hers. We trust each other not to abuse this power, and as a couple we have never been better.
My name is Rod, and I am about 6-foot tall and 180 pounds. I've never been in better shape - flat stomach and a nice tan, which compliments my blonde hair and blue eyes. My cock is a full 8 inches long, almost 6 inches around, and has a slight upward curve, which drives Bridget crazy.
Bridget is shorter than me, around 5-8. She has gorgeous legs and a very perky pair of 36D breasts with large, pink, sensitive nipples. She also has blonde hair like mine, but she sometimes colors it. In this story, she is a redhead; because that's the way I wanted it at the time.
CHAPTER 4 - Her Best Friend Visits
Sometimes, my wife talks too much.
We were just starting to get comfortable with our mutual mind-control a few months after we started. Her friend Jessica was in town for a few days to celebrate Bridget's birthday, and the two of them went out for a few drinks together. They have been friends since they were in High School, and apparently they tell each other everything.
Jessica noticed that Bridget was looking better and seemed happier than ever, so of course she was curious. At first, Bridget just thanked her for the compliments and played it off as 'clean living'. But after more than a few drinks, Bridget confided our little secret to her best friend.
Jess didn't believe a word of it.
So when I got out of the shower the next morning, my wife told me that she had let the cat out of the bag, and also had a proposition for me. She said that wanted to prove to her friend that her story was true, and that she had always wanted to experiment with another woman. She asked if I was willing to 'share' her with Jessica for a day, if she could convince Jess to cooperate.
I thought about it carefully. I love my wife and I would never be unfaithful to her, even without her mind control over me. She is everything I have ever wanted in a friend, companion, and lover. However, the thought of another woman pleasuring my wife made my cock start to harden.
I told her that I trusted her, and if the two of them wanted a sex-slave for the day, I was game. Besides, it was her birthday, so why not? She kissed me soundly in the bathroom, told me to get dressed comfortably, because I wouldn't be going to work, and then she set off to wake up Jessica and hatch a scheme.
I finished drying off from my shower, and put on a pair of comfortable lounge pants and a loose t-shirt. I kinda stalled around in our bedroom for a few minutes, because I did not know what to expect when I walked out.
A few minutes later, I was sitting on the bed idly reading a magazine, when the two of them came into the bedroom together. My wife was visibly excited, but Jessica looked skeptical. Bridget said, "Well, since you won't believe me, I'll have to show you."
Then she cupped my balls in her hand and whispered the 'trigger' word in my ear. I went into a trance. Bridget gave me instructions that I was to do whatever Jessica told me to, though I could not fuck her unless Bridget gave me permission.
Then she turned to Jessica and said, "Here's the proof, honey. He is all yours to command as you will. He will do anything you tell him to except fuck you. He needs my specific permission for that."
Jessica still looked doubtful. Jess is absolutely beautiful, and she knows it. She said to Bridget "You mean anything? You trust your husband to be alone with me and to do anything I say?"
Bridget just laughed. She said, "Jess you are so damn sexy, you even turn me on. But I have control over Rod's mind, and he simply cannot fuck you without my permission. So no, I am not worried in the least. Use him however you want."
Jess was up to the challenge. She turned to me and told me to stand up. I did. She told me to come with her into the bathroom. I followed her obediently. She told me to turn my back while she used the toilet, so I stood there patiently facing the wall while she did her business, then she turned on the shower.
Our master bedroom suite has a large sleeping area with a king-sized canopy bed, a separate area for dressing with two walk-in closets and a vanity, and a large master bathroom. The bathroom has a hot tub large enough for 4 adults, and a shower that is also probably large enough for four adults, with two showerheads, one at each end.
I heard her get into the shower, and then she told me to get undressed and join her. So I dutifully slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower next to her.
Jessica was standing in the center of the shower, with both showerheads spraying on her. She is only about 5-foot-4, with shoulder-length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, full lips and a killer figure. She is a fanatic about the health club and goes at least 4 nights a week. She has round, firm breasts, shapely hips, and tight, toned legs.
For the first time, I noticed that she also had small, pink, cone-shaped nipples and that her light pubic hair was trimmed into a 'V' above her pussy, coming to a point just above her clit.
She told me to stand in the corner of the shower, out of the water, and face her. She stood in the middle of the shower, water running down her body. She asked if I was truly under her control and would do anything she asked.
I said, "Yes."
She tried a few little experiments. She had me stand on one foot, etc until she was partly convinced. Then she started asking me questions.
"Have you ever had sex with another woman since you were married?" She asked.
"No," I answered truthfully.
"Have you ever, um, fucked Bridget in her asshole?"
"Yes." I said, telling the truth of course. I couldn't lie if I wanted to.
After a moment, she asked, "What do you think of me?"
I said, "I think you are incredibly beautiful and sexy. You have a gorgeous body. You are my wife's best friend, and I love you like a sister."
She actually blushed. She seemed a little flustered for a moment, and then she said, "Fine, then. If you are really under my control, I want you to wash my entire body here in the shower. Start with shampooing my hair and massaging my scalp. Then soap me from neck to feet. Do not wash my face or my pussy, but make sure everything else is clean, and take your time. Oh, and no boners. If you are really under my control, your dick will stay soft."
So, I obediently lathered up her shoulder-length hair and massaged her head for a few minutes. She moaned softly with pleasure as my fingers worked through her thick hair from the back of her head to the front.
Jess stepped backward into the spray to rinse her hair as I began lathering her tight body with soap that smelled like tropical fruit. I rubbed her neck and shoulders and worked down her back before starting again on her front, massaging her breasts and now-erect nipples and her flat stomach.
I washed her trimmed pubic hair and rubbed the soap down her legs to her feet. I squatted down behind her and washed her round butt. She shivered when my finger brushed her asshole, and she moaned again softly as I scrubbed the back of her legs.
I sat on the black marble shower floor, and lifted her feet up one at a time to scrub them while Jessica leaned against the shower wall. She giggled once as I rubbed her soapy feet. The water ran down my body to my flaccid penis on the shower floor. From where I was sitting, I could see right up to her pink pussy lips, and above that, her small nipples pointing at the ceiling. That vision alone should have made me hard as a rock, but her command kept me limp.
When I finished washing her body, she had me stand up in front of her. She took my limp cock in her hand, and then looked me in the eye and said, "Did you know I give great blowjobs?"
"I did not know that." I said. Although I had occasionally thought about what her lips would feel like, but of course she had never sucked on my dick so how would I know?
She stroked my cock as she said, "If you are truly under my control, you could remain soft no matter what I do, right?"
"Right." I said.
"Well, then, this should prove whether you are truly my slave or not." She bent at the waist and sucked my entire cock into her mouth. I could feel her lips around the base of my soft penis, and her tongue licking my shaft vigorously, but my dick would not get hard. She caressed my balls while she sucked me, and even tickled my asshole with one fingernail, but she could not get a rise out of me. When she finally gave up, she sounded almost angry.
"Slave" She said. "I want your cock hard right now. Prove to me that you are my slave."