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More scoffs, some laughs. At that moment, she appeared from upstairs in her PJs, smiling politely and asking if anyone would like anything else to drink.

“No, we’re good. Come here, sweetheart. We were just talking about you.”

She smiled politely. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Come, sit here on the couch.”

Everyone was staring at her. Bristled by the odd atmosphere in the room, she made her way over obediently to the couch. Her mind was already uneasy at what could possibly be going on, or what they were talking about.

“You’re a good wife aren’t you, Bella?”

“I hope so!” She laughed, a little nervously, at the question.

“You are, baby. You’re the best.”

She giggled and smiled brightly. “Thank you!”

“Of course. What do I call you?”

She paused for a moment. “Lots of things”, she said quietly, not wanting to mention every single name he had for her. “Princess, sweetie…”

“Lots, right?”

“Yeah. Lots.”

“And what do you call me?”

“What do you mean?” She let out a nervous giggle.

“You know what I’m asking, baby. What name do you call me? When no one else is around? Who am I, babygirl?”

Her eyes were wide and nervously flicking between him and the other faces staring at her. They seemed just as confused as her, but… excited? She was embarrassed, annoyed even at what she was being put through, and confused as to why he was doing this to her, in front of all of his friends.

“Daddy…” she said it quietly, and then immediately looked at the floor.

“Good girl. And you do everything Daddy tells you to do. Isn’t that right?”

She stared desperately at him, trying to make him stop. Her cheeks burned. Surely he wouldn’t want to embarrass her in front of his friends? This was private. She panicked, her facial expression worried, emotions rising to the surface, thoughts going a million miles an hour.

*Snap*

She blinked. In one motion, her forehead relaxed, her mouth opened and her tongue fell out of her mouth. Her eyelids became heavy, replacing her rabbit-in-headlights expression with a vacant stare, her pupils fixed on him.

“Woah.”

“What?”

Murmurs of surprise from the small group watching. He smiled wide, not taking his eyes off her, admiring his work.

“As you can see, gentlemen” he raised his hand to gesture to his wife. “She’s been well trained.” Her eyes followed his fingers all the way to her mouth, where she obediently began to suck on his pointer finger.

The onlookers stared between the two of them in disbelief. One shifted awkwardly in his chair.

“How?”

“What?”

Silence fell around the room as the only sounds were her soft suckling. He removed his finger and her tongue fell out of her mouth once more. A huge rope of drool fell to the floor in front of her. Her eyes remained completely glued to him, unwavering. Every sign of nervousness from before, or shame of what she was doing in front of everyone, completely melted away.

“It’s simple. I’m sure you’ve heard of Pavlov and his dogs. Over time I’ve trained her to completely empty her mind, and then to follow a simple trigger, which is my click. After that she follows commands obediently.”

A scoff from the viewing gallery. “No way. This isn’t real. You’re both making this up.”

He smiled at him, and then turned to meet her gaze. “Ass up”

*snap*

With absolutely no hesitation and one swift movement, she turned her body around and buried her face in the couch. Her back was perfectly arched and her ass high in the air. Every crevice of her pussy was on full display through her pyjama bottoms, the two round arches of her ass pushed high into the air, her feet apart, perfectly still. Awaiting her next instruction.

“What the fuck…”

“No way.”

“Do you really think she’d be doing this if she wasn’t hypnotised? Did you not see how embarrassed she was at calling me Daddy in front of you guys?”

He continued cooly while her ass still on display.

“I can show you all how to train a woman.”

“Is it easy to do?”

“It’s so easy. Especially when they’re comfortable with you. Bella was already submissive, she’s always been desperate to please, Her willingness was already there. I just exploited it. It’s just training. She’s done very well. She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, Princess?”

He stuck a hand out and smacked her hard across the ass. She stuck to her position.

“She’s my perfect little doll. Come”

This time, when he snapped his finger, it came with a point to the floor in front of him. She slipped off of the couch and onto her knees, gazing up at him still with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her expression was vacant, yet eager.