Hypnosis Isn't Real - Is It?

"Tomorrow, you will get the idea that I could help you exercise and stay fit. My hypnosis could give you energy and surplus for the exercise bike and help you keep a schedule. You will not remember me talking about it, you will not remember these instructions. You will get the idea and you will think it was your own."

I kept reinforcing this idea for a while -- especially that it was her own idea. I was quite curious about what she'd do -- if this would even work.

That was it. I should send her back to bed -- I'd gotten off, pried secrets out of her and given her new instructions in a way that I hadn't tried before. It was enough for one night. It was more than enough. I shouldn't try to do more - I remembered a week ago when she almost woke up and ruined everything. And still I found myself speaking.

"Elisha, tomorrow, after you get home but before I do, you will want to... to masturbate. You will feel a need to masturbate. You will want to orgasm. Before I get home, you will feel the need to cum. You will need to cum. And when you do it, when you masturbate, you will think about tonight when we had sex. When you sucked my... when you sucked my cock. You will remember how sexy it felt. How good it felt. How hot it was. You will imagine yourself with my cock in your mouth when you cum, and it will be so good. It will feel so good..." I droned on about this for several minutes, pretty sure it wouldn't work, but it still turned me on. The thought of her jilling off, thinking about sucking me was just plain hot.

I ended with the usual lines about her not remembering my instructions -- she was just to think she was doing it on her own.

Then, after a night's good work, I went to bed with my mind-controlled wife.

---

Work the next day took forever. I was so eager to return home that I impatiently checked my watch every five minutes. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened before I left; she'd thanked me and apologised for waking me up and given me a long, toe-warming kiss goodbye at the door. That at least indicated that nothing was wrong but it told me nothing of whether my instructions had taken hold or not, and I was dead-curious.

When I finally arrived home, she was nowhere to be found. She didn't answer when I called out so I looked through the house, growing more and more anxious. Images of her remembering last night -- or any of the nights when she'd been hypnotised, really -- and packing a suitcase and leaving kept dancing in my mind. I had pushed too hard, too fast. The masturbation-idea had been a mistake. It'd been stupid. I had to find her, apologise and get her to forgive me. Then perhaps...

My train of thought was interrupted when I noticed a note on the kitchen-table, hidden in plain view.

'UPSTAIRS' it said, encircled by little hearts. Well, that didn't seem to be the beginning of divorce-proceedings, so I hurried up the stairs and made it to our bedroom. In there, on the bed, I found my wife. Only, it wasn't Elisha as I knew her, Elisha the Housewife. No, this was Elisha the Sex-Goddess, and she was a sight for sore eyes.

She was wearing a red, lace night-gown that I had never seen before -- and believe me, I would have remembered if I'd seen it before! It was *very* transparent, and showed off her supple body in the most exquisite way. There was a red bra built into it, a sexy push-up thing that gave her an enticing cleavage.

"Welcome home, dear," she smiled and let her hand slide theatrically down her side, "had a good day?"

"Ehh... it's getting there," I said, trying to be suave but probably failing miserably.

"Good," she said and slowly crawled off the bed and stood infront of me, almost as tall as me in her heels. I noticed her heavy make-up -- dark mascara, blood-red lips that give her a sultry look (as if the sexy teddy wasn't enough!) before she kissed me. Our tongues met and danced in a deep kiss, and I drew her into my embrace, feeling her large tits against my chest. I soon found myself squeezing her ass (unimpeded, as the new nightdress wasn't even long enough to cover her soft bottom).

"I'm very sorry that I woke you up last night," she whispered in my ear after breaking the kiss, "and very grateful for your help..." Her voice was full of lust and promises and her hot breath almost short-circuited my brain.

"Anything for you, honey," I mumbled, truly the king of sexy bantering. Luckily, she paid me no heed.

"I've been thinking about how to repay you..." she continued, "how to show you my gratitude..."

"Ah... really?" I wondered, still groping her ass like it was the best thing in the world. Well, right now, it kinda was...

"Uh-huh," she said and slowly licked my ear-lobe, "you wanna know what I came up with?"

"Oh, God yes!" I exclaimed.

She smiled at me and slowly lowered herself. Her red nails slid down my chest, stomach until she was squatting in front of me, her face right at crotch-level. She got my pants down, my boxers after until my semi-erect cock was pointing at her.

"This is what I came up with," she smiled up at me and took the head of my cock in her mouth.

"Oh, wow!" I gasped. Her right hand grasped my shaft and the left steadied her against my thigh and then she got busy, sucking me off. She quickly found a good rhythm, pumping and sucking me at a nice speed.

"Fuck, Elisha!" I sighed, "oh, God, you're good. You're so sexy, so sexy..."

Looking down at my sexy wife wearing slutty lingerie and sexy make-up, watching her head bob up and down on my cock, doing her best to give me pleasure was probably the sexiest view I'd ever had. And that little voice in the back of my mind that whispered how this was my own doing, how I was controlling this sexy woman into doing my bidding? Yeah, that just made it better.

"You like that?" she asked a bit out of breath as she pulled her mouth off my dick for a short breather.

"Hell, yes, I do!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yeah? You like your big dick in your wife's little mouth?" she teased and gave the dick in question a quick, playful lick.

"God yes!" I replied and put my hands on her head and gently nudged her back towards my waiting dick. She grinned up at me and opened her mouth to get back to work.

"Ahh..." I sighed happily as my dick slid back into the wet, loving warmth of her mouth. Her tongue played with the soft underside of my dickhead while her face and hand found their rhythm from before, making me groan in desire. The quickly-rising pleasure made me a bit unsteady and I took half a step back and put my hand against the nearby wall to balance myself.

Unfortunately, Elisha was still using my leg to maintain her own equilibrium, and she was a bit preoccupied pleasuring a fleshy rod, so when I moved, she nearly tumbled. Luckily, she had enough presence of mind to pull off me and NOT bite down (thank God!) but she did end up on her ass, looking confused up at me.

"What the fuck?" she complained, looking disapprovingly up at me. It was so absurd, her in her slutty outfit, falling on her ass that I started laughing.

"Yeah, you laugh now," she scoffed but couldn't help but smile, "but I nearly bit your goddamn dick off. Wouldn't that have been funny?"

I gave her a hand and helped her up. Still chuckling to myself, I led her to the bed where I sat down.

"There," I said as I slid my pants and boxers off, "now, I won't fall."

"You're sure?" she asked ironically, "that you won't suddenly topple?" Even as she asked, she slid down on her knees between my legs and led my still-hard dick in between her blood-red lips.

"Ah..." I sighed, "no promises... not when... you do that..."

"Yeah?" she asked and started jacking me off, "losing control again, are you?" She gave my cock a long, loving kiss to show she was only teasing.

"It seems to happen," I agreed with her while I watched her make out with my manhood, "when my dick goes in your mouth..."

"Oh? Like this?" she asked and took my happy tool into her mouth again. Still teasing, she looked up at me and raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Fuck! Yes, like that!" I groaned as burning desire shot through me, "God, you're good!"

Hand and mouth worked in unison to bring me pleasure, up and down in a quick rhythm. Up and down, with me groaning in sweet, sweet agony. I put a hand a top of her head to control the speed, though she was doing fine on he own and the other went underneath, cupping her soft tit. I loved this! My command about repaying me was certainly working!

She was working my cock like a woman on a mission, and the slurping sounds of a cock gettin sucked were clearly heard, alongside my growing groans and rude compliments.

"Elisha..." I finally groaned after God-knows-how-long (I'd guess on five minutes, but could have been 30 seconds), "I'm... close..."

"Yeah?" she asked as she tore her face off my cock for a short rest, "well, I have another surprise for you. Are you ready?"

"Uh-huh!" I agreed quickly, quite curious but mostly just wanting her lips back around my cock!

"I want you..." she began but stopped and looked up at me with her teasing eyes.

"Yeah?!" I wondered impatiently.

"To cum... in my mouth!" she finished with a shit-eating grin.

"I-wow! God, Elisha!" I exclaimed and then bowed down and kissed her intensely, "I'd love to!"

"How did I know that?" she grinned but bowed to the pressure I with which I was gently pressing her head back down towards my groin. I needed to cum!

Her lips once again engulfed me, and wow, it was good! The knowledge that she wanted me to cum in her mouth was intoxicating. It was definitely one of the high-lights of our nightly hypnosis-sessions, and now she'd let me do it while she was wide awake!

"Oh Elisha!" I gasped and thrust up into her mouth. I kept my hands on her head and used them to hold her still while I fucked her mouth in a series of small raid thrusts -- I longed to force my cock as deep down her throat as I could but didn't want to ruin this wonderful moment by going over the top. Instead I kept within the lines, she'd laid out when she'd sucked me but I had seized control.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gasped as my cock shot in and but of her mouth. By now, she was basically just providing a mouth, and I in return took full advantage of it. I vaguely remembered that she said, she found it arousing that I so clearly enjoyed the blowjob, and it was kinda my justification but mostly I really, really wanted to cum. And I wanted to do it while I fucked her face.

"Glurk! Gaaak!" Her throat objected when I got a little too eager but I no longer cared. As long as she didn't try to stop me or objected, I was continuing!

"Fuck! Oh fuck, Elisha, you're so hot!" I panted and finally groan loudly. My cock exploded in pleasure and I felt something warm flood her mouth around my dick.

She swallowed a couple of times before she slowly withdrew from my dick and looked up at me. I'd let go of her and my arms laid weakly on the bed.

"Wow," she whispered.

"I... yeah, wow!" I agreed, somewhat worried about her reaction but at the same time too spent and too pleased to really care.

"That was... something," she said, quite ambiguously.

"It was wonderful,"I declared, "how are you?"

"Well," she shrugged but then stood up and took my hand. She led it in between her thighs and placed it on her pussy. Her wet pussy. Her drenched pussy.

"Oh my," I grinned, "Seems I was not the only one who enjoyed myself." I spread her engorged labia and found her clit with a finger, getting a moan in response.

"You liked it, huh?" I teased her while rubbing her hard little nub. Instead of answering, she moaned again and spread her legs a little further, inviting me in. A finger slid up inside her to the sound of a grateful sigh while I still rubbed her clit, and then another. And another. It took some twisting of the wrist but now I had three fingers inside her while my thumb stroked against her most pleasurable little spot.

"Oh God!" my prudish wife moaned and started thrusting her pelvis, fucking herself on my fingers.

"God, you're sexy!" I said admiringly, but she didn't pay me an heed. Eyes closed, she clearly only had one thing on her mind -- just like me a couple of minutes ago. Her hands went to her barely-covered chest, found her nipples through the flimsy teddy and pinched them.

"Oh, God!" she gasped again and again and increased the speed and pressure on my hand, riding it fast and hard.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh GOD, OH GOD OH GOOOOOD!" she screamed and clamped her thighs around my hand, forcing it in place while still fucking my fingers. She convulsed a couple of times and forced my fingers deeper into her, squeezing the last drops of pleasure from me. Finally, she let go of me, turned halfways around and all but fell down on her ass on the bed next to me.

"Wow..." she sighed and let herself fall down on her back.

"Yeah, wow!" I agreed whole-heartedly, rubbing my sore wrist, "that was like the hottest ever!"

"Uh-huh," she agreed and finally turned to me. She looked exhausted, but still undeniably sexy.

I leant down and kissed her, and she eagerly kissed me back.

"Guess, we're even now," I winked, and she smiled back.

---

"Actually, I'm really glad that you woke me up," I told her as we set up the freshly-delivered pizza in front of the television -- apparently dolling herself up had prevented her from preparing dinner (not that I was complaining! I thoroughly approved of her priorities). She had showered and put on ordinary clothes, so once again she looked like a housewife.

"Not that I like being woken up," I continued when she didn't answer and sat down to grab a slice, "but it shows that it works. That's why I got into the whole thing -- to help people." That and oral-sex, I couldn't help but think.

"I wouldn't have believed I'd say this but it really does help," she agreed in between hungry bites of her own greasy pizza, "I know I was hard on you but I feel so much more... I dunno, energised these days."

"Oh, I know," I winked and shot a pointed look upstairs where she'd drained my balls so expertly.

"Har-har," she mock-laughed, "but that's actually part of it. When was the last time we had such... advanced sex?"

"I dunno. My birthday?"

"Yeah, probably. And that was only because it was your birthday. But today? Just a Friday. And I still wanted to dress up for you and... well..."

"Yeah... I'm really glad we're doing this," I said, "it feels good to help." And the fringe-benefits!

"That's good, because, well, I had this idea..." Elisha said as she scooped up another slice, "and I know I'm asking for a lot here, and I'm already grateful for what you're doing but do you think you could... help me with the exercise-bike?"

"What, it's broken again?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Oh, no. I mean with the hypnosis. Give me energy or focus or... or surplus to ride it regularly. You know, to get in shape," she explained.

"Oh... hmm, yeah, I guess so," I said pretending to consider it.

"The teddy was a bit tight around the belly," she continued and patted her stomach, "so I resolved to use the bike more often... and then it hit me -- that's the kind of stuff people go to a hypnotist for! And I have one right here!" She smiled warmly at me.

"Well, I haven't done anything as complex as that," I mumbled humbly, "but I'll certainly try. I might have to do it a bit different though..."

"Different how?"

"Like... making a tape that you could listen to while sleeping. That would reinforce the desire to get in shape over and over. It's not like I can just order you ride the bike every day. That might -might- work for a day or two but then your mind would ignore or fight the command, find excuses not to do it or simply forget about it."

"So what can you do?" she wondered.

"Like I said, I could raise your desire to get in shape. Make you want it more. The exercises will still be a pain but you'll be more motivated to grind your teeth and get through them," I explained but noticed she seemed a little doubtful, a little worried. Like, if I could make her want to be in shape, what else could I make her want?

"But," I shrugged, "as I said, it might not work. So far, I've only really made you sleep, and that's something your mind wants, so that's kinda easy..."

"Yeah, I guess. But we can try that tape-thing, right? You can use my ipod," she decided, finally.

"Great. I'll try and make it tomorrow, alright?"

"Sure."

---

"... Elisha, you're now hypnotised," I finished about an hour later. This time it took 43 seconds from her eyes locked on the crystal-prism 'till I was sure she was gone. I timed it - a new record, yet again.

I gave her the usual tirade about wanting -- nay needing - to tell me the truth and to trust me completely. Then I asked the question I was dying to get answered: "Elisha, did you masturbate today?"

"I..." she began, her need to keep her dirty secrets battling her programmed need to tell me what I wanted to know, "yes, I did," she added when my hypnosis won out.

"Tell me about it," I bade her, "was there something... unusual about it?"

"It felt kinda strange. I don't usually... do that... in the middle of the day. I was vacuuming the hallway, when I got this thought that some relief would be nice. I finished vacuuming but I couldn't shake the idea. It sorta... grew into this need. So, I went to bed and... touched myself until I came. That's when I came up with the idea to dress up for you," she explained carefully.

"Okay... tell me, what did you think about while you... touched yourself?" I inquired breathlessly. So far she'd done precisely as I'd ordered! She creased her brow a little at my command but she still remembered her need and desire to tell me everything, so she started talking:

"At first... at first I thought about us, like I usually do. You were taking my clothes off, kissing me, touching me... it was very nice. Then... we had sex, and I got really hot. Really hot. But I couldn't cum, and... it got really frustrating! I tried to shift the fantasy into some... other areas that usually help me but I still didn't work! When suddenly the idea of your penis in my mouth plopped into me, and finally, while imagining that I was sucking you, I came. Hard. And that's when I decided to, you know, surprise you."

Wow. I even controlled her fantasies now. I was like a super-villain. All I needed was a silly costume, a pretentious name and an over-the-top plan and I was good to go.

"Elisha, tell me, what were these other areas that you fantasised about?" I wanted to know.

"I... you held me down and took me. You didn't care what I wanted, you just wanted to fuck me," she told me, "you held my wrists above my head and just... did as you pleased. I tried to stop you but I couldn't..."

"And that turns you on?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered plainly. Kinda need to ask specific questions if you want specific answers from a hypnotised person.

"A little or a lot?" I wondered.

"A... a lot," she admitted.

"How would you react if I ever did that during sex?" I continued.

"I... I don't know. I don't like these fantasies but I still think I would like it with you - I trust you. But I've never... done anything like it. It's always just been a fantasy."

"So when I got a little... rough when you, when you sucked me? How did that feel?" I wondered.

"It felt really unpleasant in my mouth and throat, and whenever you cut off my air, I got a little scared..." she answered.

"Uh-huh, and how did it make you feel?" I continued.

"I got very, very aroused," she admitted.