Hypnotic Siren

Daniel heard the voice before he saw the speaker. It was a dark, throaty, feminine voice that seemed to float around him, echoing in his head even after the speaker stopped talking. He looked up to see a thin, mysterious person dressed charcoal gray staring back at him with the deepest brown eyes he had ever seen. Their eyes found him and their gentle, firm gaze held Dan in place like a team of strong hands.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.”

Daniel stared back at the stranger, his brain rapidly trying to place their silky-smooth voice.

“I’m sorry, do I…know you?” he asked.

In response, the stranger held up a long slender finger and started drawing slow circles in front of Daniel’s face.

“Yes…you know me, Daniel…you know me very well…you remember my voice, don’t you?...You remember what it does to you…you remember how it feels…to listen to my voice….and just follow my finger around…and around…and around…and down, down, down, fast asleep…sleeping on your feet…deep deeeeep sleeeeeeeppp….”

Daniel’s eyes spun with the finger until his head drooped down and his eyes shut, abandoning himself to the velvet embrace of his hypnotist’s voice. Hidden memories of nights at his computer, furtively listening to the sultry voice whispering to him as he gazed at a spinning spiral, letting this seductive stranger toy with his mind came rushing back to him. Each memory only pulled him deeper and deeper into his hypnotist’s spell.

How did they find out his address?

“Full attention, Daniel.”

Daniel stood up ramrod straight, his chest thrust out in front of him and his eyes open yet unseeing. The hypnotist smiled and draped their hand over Daniel’s shoulders, giving their toy a flirtatious kiss on the lips.

“Look into my eyes, Daniel. Gazing into my eyes and letting yourself sink deep, deep down…”

Daniel obeyed, feeling his mind sliding down into those endless, chocolate eyes.

“Now, you know who I am. You know you need to listen to me, to obey me. But, for today, while we are at your house, I am just your friend…I am your friend, Daniel…someone you knew from high school…you’re going to invite me into your house…you’re going to introduce me to your wife…you will act normal, but deep down you are secretly under my control and will obey all my instructions without question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Owner,” Daniel said, reverting to his hypnotist’s usual title.

“For tonight, you may call me Cheri.” They planted another kiss on Daniel’s lips. “And…just for fun…whenever I give you a little kiss…whenever I whisk you away to give you a little smooch, it’s going to feel like you just took a warm gulp of Sherry. Your throat will burn with the fiery flavor and you’ll feel just a tiny bit drunk, just a little tipsy, every time I give you a kiss. What is my name today?”

“Cheri,” Daniel replied instantly.

“Good boy,” Cheri leaned and gave him another peck on the lips. Daniel smiled, tasting delicious liquor in his mouth, his cheeks flushing warm. Was he feeling just a little…dizzy?

“Daniel, honey?” Joan’s voice came from the front stoop. Daniel whipped his head towards her, a jolt of panic shooting through his veins. “Who is this?”

Cheri turned and nodded politely. Daniel’s mouth flapped a few times and then finally spoke.

“Oh! Baby! Uh…this is…Cheri! Uhm…yeah, they’re my good friend from high school…uh from the drama society. They were in the neighborhood and…I…uhm….”

Daniel could feel his pulse racing. Two parts of his life he never thought would cross paths were suddenly standing face to face with each other. The shock nearly short-circuited his brain.

Joan glanced at Cheri and then shrugged.

“Well…would your friend like to stay for dinner?”

“Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you Mrs. Koffman!” Cheri said with a dazzling smile.

“Please, call me Joan. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Some juice?”

“Id love a glass of rosé if you have any, Joan.”

Joan gave them a bemused smirk, but nodded. “I think we might just have a little. Well, Daniel?” she asked, shaking Daniel out of his shocked stupor. “Are you going to come in and entertain your guest, or are you just going to stand around like a zombie?”

“Why not both?” Cheri whispered under their breath to Daniel as they sauntered into the house. Daniel shook himself, wondering what the hell was happening and then followed Cheri inside.

“Please make yourself at home,” Joan said, puttering around the living room. “I’m sorry the house isn’t in better shape. I don’t know why Daniel can’t make time to clean more.”

“Aww…don’t be so hard on the poor guy,” Cheri said as they flopped down on Daniel’s recliner. “Sometimes handsome men like him just forget how to use their brains.” They smiled as they curled their finger absently through the air. Daniel’s eyes followed it around like a magnet. “They just get so used to thinking with their big muscles that they forget about the little things like cleaning and organizing. Really, it’s not his fault he’s so dumb and handsome…”

Daniel only heard every third word. His eyes were gently swinging back and forth with the easy sway of Cheri’s finger. Joan gave him a sidelong look, her eyes urging him to say something.

“Anyway, he was probably just distracted. Who wouldn’t be distracted when they’re married to a beautiful woman like you, Joan?”

“Oooh! Flatterer!” Joan grinned, swatting a dishcloth playfully at their guest. “I’ll leave you two to reminisce. Dinner will be ready soon.”

She strolled back into the kitchen. Daniel glanced at Cheri and could see the mischievous glint in their eyes.

“You know I haven’t told her about us yet,” Daniel confessed sheepishly. “I keep meaning to, but I just don’t know how to bring it up.”

“Do you think she’d be upset?”

“Maybe, probably more shocked than anything else. I’m not sure if she’s ready to hear it yet.”

Cheri scooted forward, their hand landing on Daniel’s leg, stroking up and down as their voice wrapped around his ears.

“You don’t have to worry about that, sweetie. You can just let Cheri handle it. You trust Cheri to take care of all your problems, don’t you?”

“I…I trust you…” Daniel said, feeling his head start to float along with their words.

“Good. Now I think you need to loosen up. Why don’t you have a little kiss from your Cheri?”

Daniel was in no position to refuse as Cheri leaned in and softly kissed their sub on the lips. Daniel felt a wave of warm dizziness wash over him. Cheri’s lips tasted sweet and tangy, like delicious, sweet wine.

“Want another?” they teased.

“Uh-huh!” Daniel grinned, eagerly accepting a second kiss, then a third, then a fourth. Before long, Daniel was swaying drunkenly on the couch, his cheeks flushed warm and his body loose and noodley.

“See? You’re feeling much better already. So much more relaxed,” Cheri said cuddling up closer. “Aren’t you?”

“Yyyyeah! Wow! I’m so…oh, boy!” Daniel choked back a fit of giggles. “I’m jusht really, reaaallly glad you showed up! Oh, crap! Can I get another hit?”

Daniel stared lustifully at Cheri as they teasingly ran their tongue over their lips.

“You want another kiss, toy?”

“Hmmmmmmyyyeah! Can I pleash just have one more eeny weeny kiss?” Daniel pleaded.

Cheri glanced down the hall, double checking that Joan was occupied in the kitchen.

“What would you do for another kiss? Would you roll on the floor and be my puppy?”

Daniel smiled drunkenly. “I dunno! I don’t wanna embaar…embrash…embarrash myself.”

Cheri raised their eyebrows suggestively.

“Daniel, you will get on the floor and beg like a puppy.”

Cheri’s voice cut through the inebriated fog in Daniel’s brain, hijacking his control.

“Yesh, Owner!” Daniel said as he dropped to all fours and sat up on his hind quarters, his arms held out like paws as he whined and whimpered.

“Oh, that’s very good, my little puppy,” Cheri said, patting Daniel on the head. “Now, bark for me.”

“ARF! ARFF!!”

Across the room, Porky picked up her head and growled

“Dan?” Joan’s voice echoed down the hall. “Is everything ok?”

Cheri lay their hand on Daniel’s head, their thumb lightly tracing circles over his forehead.

“Tell her a lie,” they whispered to Daniel’s pliant brain.

“Just playing around with the dog, babe!” Daniel called without the least bit of hesitation.

Joan shrugged and continued preparing dinner. Cheri leaned over and gave Daniel another intoxicating kiss.

“Roll over, puppy. Who wants a belly rub?”

Daniel silently rolled onto his back, his arms and legs sticking up in the air like a dog. Cheri’s hand wandered around his muscular chest and tight stomach until it found its way down to Daniel’s crotch and the growing bulge in his pants. Cheri smiled evilly as their hand lingered and gently rubbed and fondled him through his pants.

Daniel began to pant in arousal while his leg started to shake and jiggle involuntarily.

“Mmm…you like that little tickle spot!’ Cheri gloated, giving him more stimulation. Daniel twisted on his back, his mind drowned in submissive pleasure. Down the hall, Joan’s footsteps grew louder and louder.

“Good boy! Now sit up on the couch and act completely normal but stay deeply under my power. Sitting up now, toy.”

Daniel jumped off the floor and sat down on the couch right before his wife poked her head around the corner.

“Dinner’s ready, everyone!”    

“We’ll be right there!” Cheri smiled innocently at Joan. Daniel just sat on the couch with a thousand yard stare on his face. Joan cocked her eyebrow at her husband but turned back to the kitchen.

“Go wash up, toy,” Cheri said softly to Daniel.

Daniel obediently walked into the bathroom, letting the warm water run over his hands on autopilot. He was rinsing off when he looked up to see Cheri’s face staring back at him in the mirror. Daniel turned, making room for Cheri at the sink until the hypnotist reached out and lay their hand on Daniel’s head, their thumb gently tapping his forehead.

Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth hung open, passively.

“At dinner, you will be alert and as charming as possible,” they said as their thumb traced gentle circles in Daniel’s brain. “Whenever you hear me or your wife say the word ‘hard’ you will feel a pulse of arousal shoot through your penis. You will start to get hard and you will find that whatever you were thinking of just slips out of your head. Whenever you hear the word ‘hard’ you will feel aroused and forget what you were thinking about. You will obey me, toy.”

“Yes, Owner,” Daniel said, fawning under their touch.

“Good. Waking up, nice and alert, ready to sit down to dinner.”

Cheri snapped their fingers in front of Daniel’s face. He blinked and shook his head.

“Alright! Let’s go eat!” he said before marching out of the bathroom.

Joan had set the table with a plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. Cheri complimented Joan’s cooking and gushed over the finely embroidered tablecloth and fancy napkins.

“Well, it’s not everyday that we entertain guests,” Joan said, modestly.

“Yeah, I think the last guests we had over was for Thanksgiving,” Daniel said through a mouthful of meatloaf. "Man, that was a tense meal, especially when your brother said that thing in front of my mom.”

“What did he say, exactly, Dan?” Joan asked with an edge in her voice. “Care to remind us?”

Before he could respond, Cheri waved their hand dismissively. “Oh, you don’t have to go into detail. I know that family can be hard sometimes.”

Daniel stopped chewing his food, a strange far away look crossing his face. He shifted slightly in his seat.

“I suppose you’re right,” Joan said, dropping the subject. “So, you two know each other from high school drama? I don’t remember Daniel ever talking about that.”

“Uh…well I never, uhm, took to acting very well. Cheri always had more talent.”

Cheri shrugged. “What can I say. I guess I’m a natural. But acting isn’t for everyone. A lot of people have a hard time with theater.”

Daniel sucked in a breath of air, his face turning a shade of red.

“I never knew. Why didn’t you tell me, Dan?”

Dan only blinked in confusion.

“uh…what?”

“You. Doing theater in high school. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh…I…uhm…” Dan struggled to think. “I guess…I forgot…”

“Really?” Joan asked as she cut her food. “It seems like a hard thing to forget.”

Dan bit his lip and open his legs, shifting uneasily in his seat.

“Dan?”

For the second time, Dan blinked and stared lost back at his wife.

“Huh?”

“Oh, never mind!” Joan said irritably. “You’re a real space case today, you know.”

Cheri grinned and scooted their chair closer to Dan. “Now that’s not really fair, Joan,” they said. “After all, Dan works so hard for you and the house. He’s always talking about what a hard time he has at work all so that you two can live the sweet life. It’s hard to keep up that pace day after day, don’t you think?”

“I mean that’s fine,” Joan said, staring wide-eyed at Cheri. “But if Dan was having a hard time at work he should have told me. Dan?!”

Dan was staring blankly into the table while his hands gripped his napkin for dear life. His breath came in ragged huffs and he had blank smile on his face.

“Dan?! What is wrong with you?” Joan exclaimed, waving her fingers in front of his face.

“Please, Joan. Just let that man of yours relax. It’s really so hard for him to find time to relax. Maybe that’s why things have been so hard for you two in bed recently.”

“Excuse me?!” Joan’s face was scarlet. Cheri was unfazed and put their arm around Dan’s shoulders while he continued to stare helplessly into space.

“Now, how would you like to see how I take care of your husband. He talks to me whenever he’s stressed or upset, and I soothe all his troubles away. That’s why he listens to me so well. Right, Dan?”

“Huh?...Oh! Right…” Dan mumbled, dreamily.  

Joan crossed her arms indignantly and glared at Cheri. “What are you? His therapist or something?”

“Therapist?” Cheri chuckled. “No, sweetie. I’m his hypnotist!”

Joan blinked, speechless.

“Let me show you,” said Cheri. They held up a slender finger in front of Dan’s eyes, waving it back and forth.

“Follow my finger, Dan. Watching it goes back and forth…back and forth… tick… tock… tick…tock…feeling your mind bouncing back and forth…back and forth until it gets tired and heavy….slow and sleepy…and you just drop.”

Dan’s eyes drifted close and his head slumped forward.

“Deep, deep down…deep asleep…listening to my wonderful voice… you are hypnotized now, Dan. Tell me you’re deeply hypnotized.”

“I am deeply hypnotized…” Dan slurred. Joan only gaped, astonished.

“Tell me and your wife that you’re hard, Dan. Tell us how hard your big cock is.”

“I…am…so hard. My huge dick feels like it will explode…Oh! I am hard as a rock, Owner.”

“Well, why don’t we do something about that?” Cheri teased. “Take out your cock and start jacking off. Put on a good show for your wife and I.”

Daniel’s hands jumped to his fly as he unzipped himself and took out his cock, already hard and pink with arousal. He gripped the base and slowly began rubbing himself up and down with an easy, unhurried rhythm. He closed his eyes and smiled from ear to ear, completely lost in masturbatory bliss.

“He’ll stay like that for as long I tell him,” Cheri gloated. “I made him edge for over an hour non-stop once. You should see it when he finally cums.”

Joan stood up, her face white with rage and her hands trembling.

“Get out. Now. I want you out of my house.”

Cheri sighed dramatically and cocked their body sideways over their hip. “Well! I can tell I’m not welcome, so fine. I’ll leave.”

They rose to their feet, placing the napkin on the table. “But I’m going to take my things with me. Daniel? Stop stroking yourself!”

Dan’s hands dropped to his sides, his cock bobbing desperately in the air.

“Go and get your things. Just your keys, wallet, and toothbrush. You won’t need any clothes where we’re going.”

“Yes, Owner! Right away, Owner!” Dan said, springing to life and brushing past his wife without so much as glancing at her.

“What the fuck!? DAN! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?! Dan! Listen to me!!”

But it was no use. Daniel had already ducked into his office to pick up his wallet and a wad of cash from the emergency folder in the back of his closet. He acted as if he couldn’t hear his wife’s complaints at all. To be fair, he had done that plenty of times without being hypnotized, but now he moved with a carefree cluelessness that made Joan truly doubt he was in his own mind. She just watched him, slack jawed, as he opened the bathroom cabinet to grab his toothbrush and then marched happily out the door like a wind-up toy soldier.

“DAN! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR, THIS MARRIAGE IS TRASHED! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!!”

Dan swayed slightly at the doorway, his head wobbling on his shoulders. Cheri leaned close and murmured in his ear. “Go wait in my car, toy.”

Dan’s head pinged straight up and he drifted out of his house and his marriage. Cheri just stared smugly back at Joan as the blonde woman fumed, her eyes shooting daggers at her husband’s hypnotic lover.

“You must feel pretty fucking pleased with yourself,” she hissed.

“Aww…there’s no reason to be bitter, sweetie. Trust me, I’ll keep him happy and cared for.”

“Fuck you! You stole my fucking husband!” Joan said, her temper starting to boil.

“No, Joan…” Without missing a beat, Cheri held up their finger an inch from Joan’s face. The woman recoiled and crossed her eyes, struggling to focus.

“…I’m not stealing your husband…you don’t want him…I’m not stealing him…you’re giving him away,” Cheri said, waggling her finger back and forth.

“What? Stop it! That’s…don’t fucking try that shit on me!”

Joan was yelling, but she wasn’t moving, except for the slight motion of her head as it continued to follow the finger. Cheri smiled, and waved their hand back and forth, up and down…

“I just want you to know that you don’t like your husband…I know you don’t like him…think of all the times he couldn’t measure up…think of the things you don’t like about him…you don’t like your husband…can’t you think of all the ways he annoys you?”

Joan’s eyes continued to move with the finger, her mind distracted by all the times Dan left the bathroom filthy for weeks, all the times he never cleaned up after dinner, or all the times he fell asleep watching baseball on the couch while she had to jill off by herself in bed.

God, she really hated her husband.

“You hate him…you don’t need him…you’re happy he’s leaving…you’re so angry right now…you’re angry at your husband…so angry with your husband now…”

Joan felt her heart racing, her blood pulsing through her body. She was angry! She was angry at her husband and wished he would just leave and never come back!

“You hate your husband…you hate his name…you hate his ring…you don’t want to wear that ring anymore…you want to give it to me…give me your ring and give me your husband…you don’t need them anymore…”

Joan felt herself nodding as she continued to stare at the finger moving up and down. Yeah, she didn’t need this ring. She was done with it. Just like she was done with her husband.

Joan twisted the gold band off her finger and dropped it into Cheri’s outstretched hand.

Good riddance.

“Good…you feel so much better now, Joan…so much more free…lighter…just take a nice breath in…and out…”

Joan obeyed, surprised at how much better she was feeling. Cheri’s voice was very soothing to listen to. She was so very grateful.

“Now you’re feeling all that emotional energy inside you…all that anger and jealousy and irritation…it has to go somewhere…so you’re going to feel it start to turn into arousal… the more you think about it, the more you realize that you’re insatiably horny…getting hornier and hornier by the minute…you’re horny now, aren’t you Joan?”

Joan clenched her thighs together, feeling a shiver running up her pussy.

“…yes.”

“Well horny people need to get off!” Cheri chuckled. “So go to your room and get off! Go rub and touch yourself. Feel all the anger you have for me, for your husband, all the self-loathing I know you harbor, and let it build and build up as you jill off. And when you can’t take it anymore, you’re going to cum harder than you ever have in your life!”

Joan felt her cheeks get warm. She wasn’t really following the finger anymore. She was just staring into space thinking about how much she wanted to rub her clitty right then.

“And when you cum,” Cheri continued. “You’re going to lose ever single memory of me and your husband. You were never married. You never had a husband. You don’t even have a ring. You’ll cum your brains out and then wake up as a fresh, new, single woman, ready to go and snag yourself a new man

“…yeah…” Joan said, her hand already lightly rubbing her crotch. “A brand new man…”

Cheri gave her one last cocky smirk and then snapped their fingers.

“Off you go then!”

Brad piled a plate high with pancakes and carried it to the table, balancing a saucer with a mug of coffee. Then, just like every other morning, he would feel the effects of her suggestions begin to wane, and could almost believe that he could turn the tables on his precocious wife. He watched her eat from the side of the table, waiting for his opportunity to strike.

“My queen? Have you seen this wonderful new trick I can do with my…uhm…with my….” His fingers fiddled around his left hand, searching for the small band of metal that he always, always, kept on his fourth finger. It wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?”

Michelle grinned as she pulled out a silver chain threaded through a ring nestled deep in her cleavage. She held the ring out on the chain, letting it sway in front of Brad’s face. In an instant, Brad knew he had lost.

“Yes, Brad…you remember I have your ring…the same ring you use to keep me under your power…it’s mine now…you gave it to me when I had your cock nestled so deep in my pussy that you couldn’t say no…now I own it…just like your power…all of it mine…all my power…”

Brad watched the ring swing back and forth as he let Michelle’s words seep into his open mind. Yes…Michelle had all the power now…that’s why she was the queen and he was just her subby hubby…

Michelle giggled as she watched Brad’s thoughts play out on his face before turning placid and docile. She had him trapped in an endless loop of hypnotic obedience and she was so hot for it.

“Now, my silly, subby hubby. Let’s talk about what you’re going to do for your queen today. Kneel down.”

Brad grimaced as he fought the suggestion. He couldn’t afford to give Michelle an ounce more authority than she already had. Michelle raised her eyebrows as Brad tried to fight and stay standing. She only smiled and pulled her dress down, her wonderful, milfy tits spilling free. Brad still resisted but couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous rack jiggling in front of him. She took a step closer and gently slapped him in the face with her tits. Brad fell to his knees.

“Good,” Michelle said picking up a slice of honeydew melon. “Now, I think today would be a great day to work on the lawn, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, my queen. I absolutely agree,” said Brad, mesmerized as he gazed at the twin swinging pendulums that were her tits.

“Good. And it’s such a lovely day. Why don’t you work with your shirt off?”

“Whatever you say…my queen…” Brad echoed, dreamily.

“How does working with your shirt off feel? Be honest with your queen.”

Brad struggled slightly, furrowing his brow even as he continued to sway in time with his wife’s tits. “Embarrassed, my queen. Humiliated to be slaving under the hot sun for you.”

Michelle dangled the piece of melon above Brad’s head, drawing his gaze. “But you would still do it, if I asked you?”

“Yes…I think it’s so hot that you’re using me…”

“And if you ever feel in danger, either physical or mental, what will you do?” Michelle prodded.

“I…will say my safe word. I will come out of trance and stop following any instructions I don’t feel comfortable following…”

“Very good, subby hubby.” Michelle plopped the bite of melon into Brad’s mouth, letting him lick her fingers as he ate out of the palm of her hand. For the rest of the morning, Michelle hand fed her husband breakfast as he knelt beside the table like her lapdog. She wiped his mouth with one of the cloth napkins and then opened her robe, letting her legs splay out, revealing her luscious pussy.

“Now, have some desert and then get to work, subby hubby.”

That had been Brad’s morning routine ever since Michelle went off on a power bender, keeping his mind enslaved to her will and sabotaging every attempt he made to put her in her place. For the entirety of his vacation, he had been working non-stop to cook, clean, and pamper his wife like the ensorcelled slave that he was. He would cook her breakfast, have her dictate the extensive list of chores she wanted done for the day and be reminded of his safe word and emergency protocol. Then, he’d attack whatever task set out for him with a vacant smile on his lips as his mantra looped in his head.

“My wife is my queen. I must serve my queen. It gives me so much pleasure to do as I’m told. My wife is my queen…”

In her defense, Michelle may have been power hungry, but not cruel. She made sure her slave husband was well hydrated, always wearing sunscreen (which she made him apply to himself naked as she watched) and had plenty to eat, even if he was the one that would clean up afterwards.

To ensure that Brad’s horny subconscious would have no reason to rebel, she made a habit of washing Brad every afternoon when he was done with his chores, leading him into the shower and sudsing down his body as he stared helplessly at her soapy tits. She’d massage the tension out of his muscles in the warm water and then work her way down to his package, stroking his cock and gently tugging at his balls.

“Feeling your balls getting sooo heavy…” she’d murmur to him and she pulled on his sack. “Making you sooo tired…so tired to walk around with those heavy, heavy balls…swinging between your legs…so tired…so heavy…”

She watched Brad’s eyelids flutter every time she pulled down, only to open wide when she let them slip out of her grasp until she tugged on them again. She clenched her thighs together in excitement. He was like her little squeeze doll.

Finally, she’d dry him up with the towel and lead him by his cock to the couch, playfully tugging and stroking him until he gave up, exhausted, and slipped into a deep sleep, his mind and ears open to Michelle’s devious words.

Invariably, he’d wake up an hour or two later with an obsession to get the house spotless, manically cleaning the bathrooms, moping the floor, and cleaning out the fridge until it was time to cook dinner. Sometimes Michelle would watch him from the couch, and other times she would leave him to cook and clean while she enjoyed some time out with her girlfriends. In any case, she was always back by bedtime.

Their bedroom had become a shrine dedicated to worshipping Michelle’s body in every possible way. She had Brad give her long massages, rub her feet, and pleasure her with his mouth, hands, and cock for as long as she pleased. Whenever Brad got testy or tried to assert himself, Michelle would casually take out his ring  and swing it absently in front of her chest. She didn’t even have to put any effort into hypnotizing him anymore. The simple, repetitive motion against her womanly charms would be enough to pacify him and send him back into his subby hubby space.

Before going to sleep for the night, Michelle would treat her husband by letting him nuzzle and grope her tits while she toyed with his cock. When she felt him getting close to orgasm, she would push him back against the bed, her one hand brushing lightly over his face while she just tapped the tip of his hard penis with her single index finger.

“You cannot resist your queen…you obey your queen…your queen has your cock under her control…” she’d say while manipulating him with a single finger. “Just letting your queen tap away at your will…tap away at your resistance…just letting her tap, tap, tap, tap…”

The pad of her finger bounced on his prick, sending jolts through his balls and into his brain.

“tap,tap, tap until you just…cum!”

Brad’s world would explode white hot bursts of ecstasy, his cock jetting his pent-up spunk until he collapsed back, letting his queen clean him off and whisper deliciously naughty ideas into his head as he succumbed to sleep, ready to wake up and do it all over again.

Brad knew what was happening to him. He knew that if he let Michelle continue to boss him around like this, he very well may lose any resistance, any agency he even had in his marriage. Once or twice, he had been tempted to break the spell with the safe word, but then his ego would get the better of him.