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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.