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He was so turned on… so hard… he could feel his balls starting to ache with their need for release. Sure, he absolutely loved this, but it was starting to become more than he could take.

Panting, he pleaded, “Baby, my god… please?…. I… I need to cum.”

Her hands turned his head to the side, her tongue seductively swirling at his ear. “Not yet, baby,” she purred. “It’s too soon, you have to wait. You have to wait until I say…”

“Oh god…. I…. I don’t think I can take much more…”

Beth laughed softly, teasing, “Oh honey, trust me…. you’re going to take more. You’re going to take as much as we want you to, we’re both going to make sure of that.”

It was only then that he noticed his girlfriend’s roommate had joined them and was already peeling off her shirt.

“Oh….. my….. god…..,” he moaned.

“Surprise, surprise,” Beth teased with a grin. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I asked Amy to join us. You don’t mind, do you baby?”

Suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded, he shook his head and softly replied, “Huh uhh…”

To his disbelief a moment later Amy had joined them, her curves pressed against him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Hi sweetie…”

Beth grinned at her boyfriend’s whimper, her lips at his other ear, teasing, “We’re going to make you so hot, baby….”

“So hard…,” Amy cooed in his other ear.

“We’re going to drive you crazy….”

His mind was reeling, his body now pinned between theirs, soft female hands roaming his body as they pleased.

“Make you desperate….”

“Make you beg….”

Both girls shared a smile at the sound of his dazed whimper.

Shhhh: part 1

He searched frantically left, right, up, down. Getting more annoyed with each furtive glance. Why had his wife sent him on such a lost cause?

It was his lunch break, his moment of reprieve in the day, well most days anyway. Yet here he stood in the combination perfume/tampon aisle dumbfounded by the plethora of glitzy bottles. Exactly where any guy felt most comfortable. I’m over 6 foot it’s not like I just blend in.

Of course she wanted some new obscure French perfume… the name written on a note in terrible handwriting. It doesn’t even look like hers, how am I supposed to find this? AND what asshole decided to write every fancy brand name in cursive?!?

Great… I was alone, here comes someone. Aware that he was taking up far to much of the aisle he took a step back to let a well dressed woman deftly stride by. Muttering some bland frustrated apology as she passes.

“Why?”

Perplexed he looks down registering an attractive woman seemingly annoyed, “ I uhhh”

“What are you apologizing for?”

Taken aback by her bluntness he barely manages a nervous chuckle, “I thought I was in your way, I’m a little out of element here”

“You look it” as she snatches the note out of his hand, he watches the once stern look curl into a subtle smirk “I would have moved you if I wanted.”

Ok lady… pshh she’s like half my size

Leaning in close her voice takes on a playful tone “ooh she wants this one?! I’m wearing this perfume now, do you like it?” Standing tall and sticking her chest towards me. I can’t help but notice just how low cut her blouse is. the sudden proximity is setting off alarm bells. But…

“It does smell nice, umm, I guess”

Her grin turns to a pout “I’m sure it’ll grow on you” thankfully backing away, she points to the top shelf.

“It’s here… and grab one for me to while you’re up there”

I step forward and hesitate when she doesn’t move. Nervously, I lean over her grabbing two bottles. Stifling a shiver as I can feel the warmth of her body in our shared space.

My compliance is rewarded with a velvety

“Good boy, see I told you that I could make you come if I wanted”

She winks and purposefully strides away, my mind swirling In the after notes of her perfume. Rehashing the encounter has left me… a little turned on. Good to know I still got it!!

As strange as that encounter was I can’t help but appreciate the help, I would have wasted my whole lunch break looking for this stupid… very heavenly smelling bottle.

——

I’d just managed to get back to my desk when the door chime sounds. Looking up I’m surprised to see the familiar figure walking… no, stalking towards me.

“I, uhhhh, Hi! How can I”

“Shhhhhh” that smirk spreading deviously across her face.

“Just listen to me for a minute, your wife sent me…”

Before words of protest can even form on my lips

“Shhhh, she told me about the conversation you had the other night. You know, the one about you becoming her hypnotic toy.”

My face flushes and my heart begins to race. How could she tell someone about this?!? I’d confessed that I’d always wanted to be entranced, seduced, teased and denied .Why does this woman know about this?!?

Her grin becomes salacious as she continues, obviously enjoying my discomfort

“Your wife doesn’t know the first thing about hypnosis, so she sought my services. That note I took from you in the store, I wrote it for your wife to give to you. She’s sent me to establish all triggers that your lovely little mind will ever need”.

Im not sure when she’d moved around to my side of the desk but there was barely enough room for me back here. I was suddenly very aware of the intoxicating scent of the perfume weaving it’s way into me… god that smells nice.

Wait!!! What did she just say?! She’s here to implant triggers?!? I start to stand but she puts her long manicured finger to my lip.

“Shhhh, keep listening to me. Just breath deep and listen to the way I spell out the plan of your demise… I mean plan of care”

I feel small looking up at her like this. It’s a little unnerving for me… but strangely comforting and … arousing?!? I take a deep breath and I actually shudder this time, my pants straining to restrain my arousal.

Fuck, that smells nice.

“So here’s how it will go. We need to make you more susceptible to my commands, and eventually we’ll give your wife those phrases. But all I need you to do is focus. Focus on me, is that clear?”

“Yessss” I meekly hiss as I feel my arousal grow

“Good boy, now everyday at lunch you will go lock your office door”

The silence is deafening as I look up to her, smiling she nods her head towards the door.

Bashfully I comply. Standing I try to work around her without betraying how hard this is making me. I stammer to the door locking it and return to my desk.

“Sit” her tone becoming more authoritative with each obeyed command

She turns in the tight confines of my workspace and begins typing on my computer.

“I have bookmarked a SoundCloud link for you. You will every day for the next month take out your cock and listen to my recording as you gently stroke you are not to cum.”

My heart literally skips a beat as she mentions my cock… I realize she’s staring at me again, tapping her long nails on my desk. Eagerly I unleash my throbbing self. Hoping she’ll move from in front of my computer. Her eyebrow furrows and I know I must comply. There’s no easy way to do this with my cock out but I wouldn’t dare deny her…

I lean in and feel my vision blur as I breath in her scent yet again… finally hitting play around her lithe frame. I barely register her hand on my chest as she pushes me back into my chair. Instantly binaural tones start to emanate from my speakers. A soft whisper interspersed amongst the throbbing tones.

“Good boy, today you’re not allowed to stroke. Today you will only listen, breath, and feel my control over you. This perfume will be your trigger, this perfume will unleash your arousal, this scent alone will enslave you”

Wait… Enslave… huh

“Shhhhh, you want this, you asked for this. Just listen and obey” leaning in she pulls a cloth from her bag the smell of the perfume pungent off of it… I see perfume dripping from it as she wraps her arm around my heavy head. Thank hod her arm is there to hold my head up… it just feels to heavy to do on my own.

Her hand holds the cloth to my face “I know it’s hard to breath through that but I need you to try… very good sweet boy. BREATH, breath deep for me”. I barely register as the other hand begins to trail down my chest to my throbbing erection…

“Like I said, you WILL stroke for me every day for the next month. You will spray this perfume before you do so, the perfume allows you to feel this pleasure…. It does feel good doesn’t it?! BUT you will never cum… not until I command it! Do you understand boy?”

My mind is foggy, but I feel like I shouldn’t like that… but that smell… I can feel that smell… it feels so good.. wait, what did she say!?

“Yesssss maaam”

“Good boy, if you keep being a good boy for me, your wife will get that command. You want to be a good boy for me right? For her”

“Yessss”

“Please?,” he begged pleadingly. “Oh my god, please??”

His body quivered beneath the teasing of her tongue, her voice purring, “Shhhh, baby hush. But if you really want me to let it out for you I will. Is that what you want?”

“God yes, thank you so much!”

She chuckled softly as she lowered his zipper and tugged his pants down his hips, allowing his caged cock to pop free.

He groaned at the sensation of silky fingers gently cradling and teasing his aching, cum filled balls, causing the trapped seed to churn even more fervently with its need for escape.

And as her tongue began softly licking his sensitive cock between the steel bars that imprisoned him, she wickedly purred, “You really should have thought this through, sweetie. You remember you have one more week before we even consider letting you cum, don’t you?”

“Oh fuckkkk…,” he groaned.

Taking him inside the velvety warmth of her mouth, her tongue gently swirled and mouth softly sucked, working him toward the brink of release. Then, pulling back she allowed his cock, now glistening and oozing, to pop free.

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