Authors note:
This is the second chapter in our adventures with Mary and Richard. It would be helpful to read chapter one. In this chapter Richard manages to take back control for a little bit but don't worry its only temporary.
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"Good afternoon Richard," Mary said, as I walked in to sit down. "I would like to do things a little differently today."
Normally Mary would put me into a hypnotic trance and reinforce the key phrases she has programmed me with. These key phrases when spoken by my wife Samantha give her control over my orgasms and hence our relationship. Today however, Mary switched to her role as a therapist. She talked to me about my thoughts and feelings regarding my new love life. It was actually more productive than I anticipated. At some point the conversation turned towards my past and current fantasies.
"So tell me more about this cheerleader fantasy you had Richard," Mary said.
I looked at her for a moment trying to avoid that deer in the headlights look. I had forgotten about the fantasy I had when I was younger but apparently during one of our sessions my subconscious mind must have remembered.
"Um well," I stammered. "I haven't thought about that in years."
"Yes I know," Mary continued, "but it tells us about how your mind works and where you need to submit may have come from."
"You think I need to submit?" I asked.
Mary smiled. "Yes Richard. I definitely do".
I thought back and remembered the fantasy I had when I was younger. It was a recurring fantasy where the head cheerleader and one of her cohorts would run across me walking home after school and proceed to tease and torment me. I would want to avoid them but seeing them looking so gorgeous in their uniforms would make me immediately defenseless against their advances. Teasing me relentlessly until I inevitably would cum before they even touched me, humiliating me, and telling me how they were going to tell the whole school how pathetic I was. I would often have these conflicting thoughts while masturbating. Over the years my fantasies turned to a more traditional style but Mary pointed out that this shows I had desires for a long time that revolved around submission to powerful sexy women. After explaining that this was actually quite a prevalent fantasy of many men she went on to put me once again in a trance to do a quick hypnotic session to reinforce my wife's control over my orgasms.
Back at home after waiting anxiously for an hour my wife, Samantha walked in from work. When she walked in I was immediately struck by her sexy image. She always looks amazing, but I have to admit since she took control of my sex I have never appreciated her beauty more! It has been over a week since she has said the phrase I long for. "I'm ready now" the phrase that releases me from the mental chastity that has been programmed into my psyche.
"Good evening Richard," Samantha said. "Have a good session today?"
"Yes Ma'am," I responded.
I had instinctively addressed her as Ma'am a couple of weeks ago and since it seemed to put a smile on her face I have continued to use it. She sat down and I went to the kitchen to get her some tea. When I returned she smiled commenting on how attentive I had become.
"Seems someone is very eager to please," Sam said. "I wonder why that could be?"
"Well let's see what's making you so eager," she continued.
Sam then instructed me to go to the bedroom and put my clothes in the hamper and return to her. I almost ran to do as she said. I had been worried that since it was Monday I may have to continue to wait all week before I would have a chance to get my much needed relief. As I was stripping I thought about how not very long ago I would masturbate daily or even more often. Now my balls were full with eight days of cum and I was praying I'd get relief soon. As I returned Sam sat back in our easy chair and glanced at my cock already hard with anticipation. She smiled and handed me her glass which was now half empty. I quickly went to the kitchen to refill it returning it to my wife. Slowly sipping on her tea she reached out with her free hand and caressed my balls. She was immediately rewarded with my groan and whimper as my cock began to throb and ache for release. She smiled and began to very lightly and slowly trace her fingers around my balls and the length of my cock.
"Mmm," she sighed. "Oh my, these balls feel so full. And look at how the veins bulge out on your rock hard cock. Oh wait, I think I should say MY cock?" she giggled.
She continued as I struggled to stand. Her fingers felt incredible and I was in absolute torture, aching more and more with each touch of her fingers. It started to become too much and I started to back away.
"Stand right here," she said, pointing to a spot next to her chair, "and don't move or speak until I say so. Honey, I would really like that."
I swallowed hard knowing what she had now said and the effect it would have on me. She had just spoken another one of the phrases that had been so deeply programmed into my brain by Mary, my therapist. By saying 'Honey I would really like that' I was now helpless and would do what she just instructed me to.
Samantha sat back relaxing in her easy chair while I stood at full attention next to her, picking up the remote, turning the TV from what I had been watching to find a movie to her liking. She then put down the remote and lazily reached over to once again start to trace her fingers on my aching balls and throbbing cock. Thoughts of the predicament I was in now began to fill my head. Because of Mary's expert programming, I was unbelievably horny and in need of relief, but unable to move, unable to speak and beg for relief, and unable to orgasm, no matter how good this felt. Sam had just started a two hour movie! Whimpers began to come from my lips which brought a Chesire cat grin from my wife.
"Such nice music to accompany my movie," she said. "Thank you baby."
After about an hour of her tormenting me while half ignoring me, her cell phone rang. She hit pause on the DVR and her fingers left my aching member to pick up the phone. I could tell by the conversation that her sister was calling from Colorado. Sam and her sister Carol got along great and I knew there phone calls could last a long time. Sam asked Carol to hold on a minute and put the phone down. She then walked over to me and in a low voice she said I could sit in the chair until she came back, but no touching myself if I do.
I was grateful for the relief to my limbs as I sat down after an hour of standing at attention in more ways than one. But of course the incredible ache and need in my groin still remained. After about an hour of me staring at a paused TV I heard Samantha coming back towards the living room giving Carol her good bye wishes. I immediately stood and stood back in my position beside the chair. At first I wondered why I had just done that without being told to. Then I realized her instructions were for me to relax until she returned, so unknowingly, I was following instructions. As Sam entered the room I was very aware that while talking to her sister she had also taken the time to change out of her business attire.
As she sat back in her position in the easy chair, I almost couldn't breathe looking at her beauty now covered only by a pink laced nighty. As she picked up the remote and once again pressed play, she reached over to cup my bloated balls. Of course my whimpers began again which was now made worse by me looking down at the cleavage of her incredible breast showing and her beautiful legs curled up in the chair next to me. At one point the scene on the screen must have become intense because the hand cupping my balls began to squeeze until she heard a groan come from my lips.
"Oops," she said before she leaned over kissing each ball sack.
"Sorry fellas," she said, then went back to caressing them softly while watching the rest of her movie.
By the time the end credits rolled, I ached for release so unbelievably bad. I had sweat pouring off my forehead and watery eyes from the need. Samantha shut off the TV and looked at me smiling. She handed me her tea glass again, telling me to go. I had to walk carefully to the kitchen with my knees so weak. When I came back to give her the glass I saw that she had taken off her panties and had her knees over the armrest of the chair.
"Kneel," she said, pointing to the floor between her legs.
I knelt marveling at the site before me. Sam grabbed my hair and pulled my face to inches from her pussy.
"Is this what you have been wanting?" she asked.
I could smell her scent and see how wet she had become tormenting me. The smell was intoxicating. And all I could do was whimper and gasp.
"I wonder how badly you want me?" she asked.
"More than anything," I responded.
