It was a rainy Thursday evening, and Brad and Michelle were enjoying quiet time on the couch at home, Brad scrolling through random articles on his phone while Michelle read her latest paperback spy thriller. Eventually, the boredom itch got to Brad. He glanced up at his wife, her attention riveted to her book.

“Headlights,” Brad said. He might as well have been talking to Siri.

Without taking her eyes off her book, Michelle’s hand slid the straps of her top off her shoulders and pulled her blouse down, letting her full breasts tumble free. She went on reading, completely unaware of her tits hanging out.

Brad smiled and made sure to enjoy his wife’s rack with fleeting glances from the corner of his eyes. They weren’t as dangerous as when Michelle was intent on using them, but they still held a good bit of power over him. His little prank could easily backfire if he wasn’t careful.

Brad continued to smirk, getting his jollies while pretending to scroll through his phone, until Michelle raised her hand to brush away a fly.

“What?...Brad!” She said, gasping as she felt her boobs out in the open. She gave her husband a scolding look of indignation and tucked her breasts back inside her blouse. “You just watch it, baby. You’re asking for trouble, tonight.”

She put her book down and got up for a glass of water.

“Sorry, honey. You know I just can’t resist sometimes. Taillights!”

In mid step, Michelle pulled down the waist band of her yoga pants over her plump ass cheeks, letting her delicious butt bounce back and forth as she continued obliviously down the hall. Brad watched her parade around the house, opening the fridge and getting a glass with her ass on full display. She marched back to the living room, slightly suspicious of Brad who seemed intent on ogling her rear.

The soft fabric against her bare ass made her gasp.

“C’mon! Again? Really?” She said, a bit of irritation beginning to seep into her voice.

“Maybe it slipped down without you realizing?” Brad shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to wear tighter pants.”

Michelle’s yoga pants might have been painted on.

Shooting her husband another death stare, she pulled up her pants and pointedly went back to reading her book. Brad went back to reading his article, something about how fungus spores might affect the brain and could also be used for extra-planetary colonization or something.

“Stick shift.”

Brad continued to read about space-faring mushrooms as his hand drifted down to his pants and unzipped his fly. He took out his cock, now quickly pumping up to attention, and then went back to reading without a single thought to his exposed erection standing up between his legs.

Michelle grinned slyly to herself and wrapped one hand around her husband’s cock, gently squeezing and toying with him as she read her book in peace. Brad’s mind was locked into his phone, unaware of his wife’s handjob, but now suddenly far more invested in his article about mushrooms. Michelle shot him a sideways glance. Brad’s eyes were dilated, and he drank in every word of the article, wondering if he was developing a very unusual kink.

She made a mental note to try this again after giving Brad different reading material.

After about a half hour of covert teasing, Michelle began to get hungry.

“Brad, baby,” She called, her fingers still caressing his hard cock up and down.

“Yeah, babe?” Brad didn’t bring his head up from his phone.

“Babe, look at this for a second.”

Brad pried his eyes away to see his wife with her breasts out, her dark nipples sticking out drawing his eyes.

“Babe…think you could make some dinner tonight?” She asked, letting her chest sway in front of him.

Brad knew exactly what she was doing. He knew he should keep his eyes anywhere except on his wife’s heaving tits, but his mind just felt weak and fuzzy just then. He glanced down, suddenly away that his wife had him by the cock.

“Be a gooood husband…” Michelle cooed at him. She brought a delicate finger to tap against her nipples as she talked.

“Fillet of salmon…”

Tap

“Asparagus…”

Tap

“And rice…with white wine…sound good?”

Tap, tap, tap.

“Yes, dear,” Brad said meekly. “Whatever…you…want…”

Brad put down his phone and puttered over to the kitchen, his cock still out and hard. He picked up the frilly lace apron hanging over the oven and tied it around his waist, his exposed cock pushing out the cotton fabric. With his own ‘taillights’ fully visible under the lace tie, he picked up a few clean pans and set to work.

It had taken the couple a few tries to get the hang of cooking while hypnotized and naked. They had to spend some time coaching each other to be just a little more aware, both for their safety around the burners and knives, but also for the sake of the food. Wearing the lacy apron helped both of them hone their focus, every fiber of their minds bent to creating the most succulent dish possible for their divine spouse. Brad had never cooked before getting married, but was now practically a sous chef thanks to his wife’s ravenous appetite and skillful control.

He seasoned the fish and put water on for the rice and asparagus, all while humming an upbeat tune and his cock bouncing along happily between his legs. When Michelle had him revved up like this, he could be hauling rocks for the whole day with a happy smile on his face and thoughts of how he loved to make his wife happy tickling his head. He had the same happy, sleepy smile as he brushed on the glaze for the salmon.

A few minutes later, he had set the table with two ornate candles and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

“Mmm…smells wonderful!” said Michelle as she glided into the dining room. She had changed into a form-hugging black nightdress. Meanwhile, Brad only wore his frilly apron and his pants pulled down around his ankles.

He poured the wine and the two clinked glasses. The sound of the clink did something to Brad’s head, but he only blinked and started cutting into his food. Michelle shoveled in a bite of salmon and moaned softly.

“Oh, that is good, baby. You’re getting great at this.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good, isn’t it?” Brad said through a full mouth. “Really good! What’s your secret, honey?”

“Hmm?” Brad’s wife smiled at him, fluttering her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you cook this?” Brad bit off a stalk of asparagus.

“Look closer, babe,” Michelle leaned back. “Does it look like I’m wearing an apron?”

Brad blinked a few times, his eyes running over his wife’s curves ,and then turned down to look at his lap.

“…well, goddamit!” he said, shaking his head with a resigned smile.

“Welcome back to earth, baby!” Michelle cackled. “A little drafty down there?”

“No, just greasy. I wonder if this is butter or oil from the fish on my lap.”

“I could think of some other options,” Michelle said, taking another sip of wine. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll cook tomorrow,’ she raised an eyebrow at him from across the table. “Unless we end up having chicken breast.”

Brad scowled at her and scooped another bite of the saffron risotto into his mouth. He was pretty sure Michelle hadn’t cooked dinner in a month. He swallowed his pride and made chit-chat with his wife while they finished their meal. As they were picking the last few bites from their plates, Brad raised his glass.

“A toast, my love. To an excellent dinner with a ravishing wife!”

He held his hand in the air, waiting for Michelle to join him. She stared back suspiciously.

“What are you up to? You’ve never randomly toasted a meal at home before.”

“My dear, I’m just trying to make my gorgeous wife feel special,” he said, pouting his lips innocently. “Won’t you trust me?”

Michelle narrowed her eyes at her husband and then slowly raised her glass.

“To a happy marriage!”

“To a happy marriage!” Michelle toasted. They clinked glasses, and Michelle took another sip of the white wine.

“Mmm! Good choice of wine, by the way!” Brad complimented. He kept his glass raised up high, catching the light from the overhead lamps and the burning candles. “You know how to tell, right? You have to look at the legs.”

“You never had any trouble with that,” Michelle smiled and crossed her meaty thigh over her lap for emphasis.

“Good point,” said Brad. “No, I meant how the wine runs down the side of the glass. See as I swirl it?”

Brad tilted his glass and gently swirled the wine in a slow circle.

“You have to watch the legs as they run down the side of the glass. Do they run fast…or slow?”

He swirled the glass again.

“Fast or slow…fast or thick…and slow…watching the wine go around and around…”

Michelle smirked to herself. Could her husband be any more obvious? She humored him, pretending to follow the glass around with her eyes, slowly tracing the thick rivulets of wine sliding down the smooth glass.

If she was an innocent, unsuspecting bit of jailbait, she might have been drawn in by Brad’s impromptu induction, but she had ridden around the rodeo more than once. Hell, she had literally ridden Brad around like they were at a rodeo more than once. She could resist this.

She played along while she slowly hooked her thumbs into her neckline, ready to turn the table on Brad with a well-placed booby flash.

Then she saw Brad’s ring glimmering in the candlelight. The beautifully faceted diamond that pulled in her attention to its crystalline beauty. The same pretty, pretty ring she had around her finger. She sensed her pupils dilate and her mouth part slightly. Her mind had slipped down a track that led exactly where Brad wanted it to lead.

“Around and around…so nice to watch…listening to my voice….”

Michelle could only whimper, her eyes still hopelessly captivated by the shiny ring.

“mmm…Brad…pleeeassee…don’t…” she begged softly, her head floating along with the motion of the ring.

Brad knew their safety word. He knew that Michelle knew it too, in every level of trance without exception. It certainly wasn’t ‘pleeease don’t’. Michelle’s soft no was all the invitation he needed to keep pushing her buttons.

“See the light shining off my pretty ring…My ring carries a weight in your mind…it carries authority…it commands your obedience…feeling so happy and submissive to your husband when you watch his pretty ring…”

“…mmmyeeesss…” Michelle sighed, her eyes fluttering as she watched.

“You feel so sleepy and relaxed…you trust your husband…you want him to command you…you are his obedient, loving wife…listen to your husband…obey his commands…”

“…listen to my husband… obey his commands….listen to my husband….obey his commands…”

Brad held back a smile as he quietly snuck up closer and closer on his unsuspecting wife, keeping her entranced with his engagement ring and her mind distracted by well-worn mantras. She continued to mumble along sleepily as he held the ring just above her head, making her eyes stretch up.

“Listen to your husband and sleep in 5…4…3…2…1…Deep trance now!”

Michelle’s head dropped to her chest.

“Deep trance…deeper…deeper…all the way down…just slip deeper and listen to your husband’s voice…”   

Brad slipped behind Michelle and pressed his strong hands into her shoulders, feeling her melt under his power.

“You feel very appreciative, Michelle,” Brad droned into her ear. “You loved the food your husband makes for you. You’re going to show him how happy he makes you feel, aren’t you Michelle?”

“..yes..”

“Good. Stand up. Take off your dress.”

In a flash, Michelle was on her feet and standing in her silk bra and matching panties.

“Put on the apron and the rubber gloves,” he commanded.

Michelle tied a waterproof nylon apron across her bare torso and put on two yellow cleaning gloves. Her body moved while her head drifted along, completely asleep. Finally, Brad waved his ring in front of her face, drawing her sleepy eyes to the glittering gem.

“Michelle, listen to your husband. When you wake up, you will clear the table and do the dishes. There will be nothing more important than clearing the table and doing the dishes. You will be completely single-minded until you finish clearing the table and doing the dishes. Do you understand?”

“Yes…dear…”Michelle said, her eyes glued to the ring.

“Good wife. Waking up in 3…2…and 1.”

Michelle blinked herself awake, looking around vaguely confused why she was standing and wearing rubber gloves. Her eyes fell on the table and the pile of dishes.

“Wow! Thanks babe! I loved the food! Well, time to clear the table and do the dishes.”

Michelle made a beeline toward the table, stacking each plate and bowl with razor-sharp focus. Brad made a whimpering sound.

“Aww, babe, can’t that wait?” He said, taking a step forward. “I was going to eat your pussy for dessert and the give you that natural oil massage you’ve been asking for.”

Michelle bit her lip. “Oh…that does sound nice…but, well I just really need to clear the table and do the dishes.”

“Do you want me to do them for you, so you can use that water-safe vibrator in the bathtub while I clean?”

Michelle closed her eyes and bit down, the tantalizing thought of getting herself off while her husband slaved away made her want to yell with arousal. But some strong, insistent voice in her head demanded that she refuse.

“I…oh…I just want to clear the table…and do the dishes,” Michelle said, not able to believe her own words.

“Ok, if you insist!” Brad said with a grin that was too big and sat back in the kitchen chair, his hand hovering over the waistline of his pants.

“Tail lights,” he said evenly. Michelle blinked and then pulled down her panties over her rump, gracing Brad with a mouth-watering view of her ass while she worked. He sat back at the table and watched her putter back and forth like a busy worker bee, collecting each dirty plate and scrubbing them meticulously. Brad couldn’t help but gently squeeze his cock through his pants.

As Michelle finished up the plates and was cleaning the counters, Brad slipped off to the bedroom. Michelle wiped down the table, the counters, quickly swept the floors, and then turned back to admire a job well done.

She blinked a few times as she mentally checked off the task as complete and then felt a yoke lift from her mind. She furrowed her brow, suddenly aware of the ridiculous apron and gloves she was wearing. She took them off and then reached around, feeling her own naked butt cheeks. She fumed, thinking of the laughs Brad must have gotten while he watched her prance around the kitchen naked.

Worse than naked! Naked was dignified compared to what he persuaded her to wear.

She couldn’t let him get away with that. She picked up the dress she had discarded on the floor and threw it over herself before marching toward the bedroom, eager to settle the score with her husband.

As she barreled down the hallway, she imagined how she would get the drop on Brad. She could always flash her tits at him, but he’d surely be expecting that. She could sneak up on him while he was in the bathroom or on his phone and shove her panties in his face, letting her sweet, earthy musk drown out his higher mental faculties and ensnare his primal instincts. But that would be too generous. She was feeling a need to put her cocky husband in his place. She’d just storm in and demand he look her in the eye, and they could let their wills wrestle for a moment before she pinned him down under her commanding, dominant gaze.

Michelle was so swept up in her fantasies of revenge that she never heard the sultry beat of the Cumbia track until she was already in the bedroom.

“Okay, asshole, time for you to do some cleaning. First, you can get on you knees and start cleaning up this pussy with…with…uhhmmmm…”

Michelle lost track of what she was saying as her hips began to swing and rock to the beat. The brassy, jazzy woodwinds mixed with the slow, steady beat of the drums and called to her body to surrender to its seductive sway.

“What was that, honey?” Brad asked from the foot of the bed. “You’re not getting distracted, are you?”

Michelle tilted her head back, her hips swinging helplessly to the music. Her mind filled with the endless nights Brad had played those steamy Latin tracks, helping her learn the dance and rhythm through hypnosis. He had slowly brainwashed her mind to drop into trance as her body danced like a salsa performer.

“Mmmm…damn you, Braaad…that’s not fair…” she whined through a lusty smile. She wanted so bad to tell her husband off, but it was just too fun, too sexy to dance instead.

“All’s fair in love and war, my dear,” Brad said, stepping over to her and letting his hands gently circle her waist. “Besides, you like dancing with your master, don’t you?”

“Mmm…yes…” Michelle confessed. She felt Brad gently rock and sway her to the rhythm.

“You’ve always had this fantasy, right Michelle?” Brad told her.

“Yeah, I’ve always had this fantasy,” Michelle parroted. She wasn’t sure if that was true or if it was a suggestion her husband snuck into her head while she was sleeping one night. Their contract allowed for altered perspectives, but damn if it didn’t feel real.

“I lead…you follow,” Brad murmured softly in his wife’s ear.

“You lead…I follow…” Michelle echoed. Her head bobbled atop her shoulders as Brad led her through a three-step pattern, pulling her in close before pushing her away and turning her around. Michelle’s eyes fell lower as she surrendered to her husband’s lead, letting herself be pushed around like a toy ballerina. She felt the beat shiver up her spine, compelling her to shake her hips and shimmy her chest.

Brad brought her in close, twisting her under his arm to wrap her in a cuddle. She let him rock her in his arms as she pressed her ass into his hardening cock.

“Dancing away your thoughts…dancing for your husband…”He growled as he gently bit her shoulder.

“Ugh! Uh-huh!!” Michelle squirmed against him. “…dancing away my thoughts…dancing for my husband…” Her voice was hoarse and breathy.

Brad let her wriggle out from under his arm and then brought her arm up and around, twirling her around.

“Every twirl, spins away your control…every twirl spins away your will…every twirl makes you dizzy, ditzy, and dumb…That smart brain of yours too mixed up to resist.”

He twirled her around by the hand again and again. Michelle soon lost all orientation and felt like she was caught in a blender. Every spin made her happier, dizzier, more giggly. She started to squeal and laugh like a drunken college girl.

Brad brought her to a stop, watching her shoulders and head continue to spin around in dizzy circles. She had a wide, vacant smile on her face and her eyes rolled around aimlessly in her head. Amazingly, her body continued to sway and bounce to the beat.

Brad left her stupefied and quickly changed to a slightly faster track.

“How do you feel, babe?” he asked.

“Mmmhhmm!...Gooood! …Funny…sexy,” she cooed, sounding like the most vapid bimbo.

“Good. That feels so nice. So liberating. Now I want you to pretend that you are a dancer performing for your master. You want to give me a good show. It turns you on to dance for my amusement. Dance for me now.”   

Brad was right, giving her husband a show was getting Michelle turned on faster than anything. She wriggled and twerked to the brassy tune.

“Don’t you remember what happens when you dance too much, Michelle?” Brad prompted.

Michell had to think through the thick, sultry fog of the music, nearly crossing her eyes with the effort. Then the answer struck her like a bell.

“When I dance too much, my clothes fall off…” she said. One of her shoulder straps fell down her arm.

“Keep saying that, baby,” Brad commanded, squeezing his cock, subliminally matching the beat of the music.

"When I dance too much, my clothes fall off…”

Down came the other strap.

“When I dance for too much, my clothes fall off…”

The dress hit the floor.

“When I dance too much, my clothes fall off…”

Her bra slipped off her curvy breasts. Her panties fell around her ankles.

Michelle stood, not so much dancing as much as she was just swaying absently and chanting softly to the music, her tits swinging back and forth and her eyes fluttering open and close. She had stripped herself deeper and deeper into her obedient trance until she was lost in a sea of jazzy bliss.

“Good. Time to serve your husband,” Brad took his hand off his cock, now purple with need.

“Time to serve my husband,” Michelle sighed, like it was the best idea in the world. She sank to her knees and took hold of Brad’s dick, gazing at it with a wistful smile. She kissed it playfully before letting her lips seal around his head. She pumped her head up and down on his shaft like the most wanton porn star, drawing moans and tortured cries of pleasure from her lover.

“Aagh!...that’s good, baby….mmm….reverse cowgirl, baby.”

Michelle’s mouth popped off Brad’s cock as she obediently mounted him. Her slit was dripping for his length and he slid in like slippery quicksand. Brad took advantage of his wife’s entranced state to ogle her bouncing breasts as she thrust her body up and down on his cock. They were like two plump, bouncy cantaloupes that dissolved his brain in acid sex. The couple rode each other up and down spirals of sexual ecstasy as their minds floated in trance.

Brad finally regained his control and had Michelle get on all four, fucking her from behind. Alas, his enhanced stamina could only last so long, so he turned Michelle over, ramming her missionary style so she could get off before he finished. Michelle’s hypnotically fettered mind knew what was coming, or rather who was cumming, and writhed hungrily against him, feeling his shaft pounding into her harder, harder….harder until…

Michelle’s orgasm rocked through her body, making her howl in wild abandon. All the built up tension, frustration of letting Brad get the better of her came crashing through her pussy, up through her spine, and electrified her brain. She always came hardest when Brad had control over her, maybe that’s why she didn’t put up much of a fight earlier.

Her 8.5 seismic orgasm did more than get her off, however. The shock to her mind hit the reset button, and Michelle suddenly blinked her way back to awareness, feeling her husband desperately trying to ejaculate inside her. Her mouth curled into a wicked grin.

Just as she felt Brad’s cock surge, a hair away from orgasm, she clenched her labia tight around his shaft, like a constricting python.

“Cunny control!” She commanded.

The effect on Brad was immediate. His eyes opened wide, and his face froze in a funny smile of helpless bliss. He knew that trigger well, at least subconsciously. He felt his wife’s pussy trap his cock in her velvety softness and he dangled off an unending edge of pleasure, his higher mental faculties completely overpowered.

“That’s right! So hard, so close, but wrapped so tight in your wife’s pussy. Can’t cum until I say so.”

“…can’t….cum…until…wife…says…” Brad choked out, his face a mask of beautiful agony.

“I think your wife has been very, very nice to you tonight,” Michelle said, slowly stirring her hips and rocking Brad’s cock around is slow circles, straining his stiffness.

“I think you should give your wife something nice to say thank you. I think you should give her whatever she wants…”

“…give wife whatever she wants…” Brad grunted. His eyes were half-closed, his brain hopelessly captive to Michelle's pussy.

“Give your wife your ring.”

Michelle knew she was crossing a line. Certain hypnotic props belonged to their owner and Brad’s ring was a solid symbol of his masculine confidence and authority. It was one of the reasons it made Michelle weak in the knees whenever he flashed it in front of her eyes. But with the other symbol of his masculinity trapped and under her seductive feminine control, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Brad struggled. Michelle felt his cock throb with the conflict and she gave him a reassuring squeeze.

“Give wife whatever she wants…Good husbands give their wives whatever they want…good husbands give their wives whatever they want…”

She repeated the mantra as she subtlety bounce her cunt around the top of his cock to the rhythm of her voice. It wasn’t long before her entranced lover was nodding along, his hand drifting for his ring.

“Give wife whatever she wants…good husbands give their wives whatever they want…”he mumbled softly as he held out his diamond ring. Michelle gingerly grasped it and held it up triumphantly as she resumed full strokes up and down on his cock.

“Good, gooood hubby…” Michelle said, softly patting Brad on the head. His tongue lolled out of his mouth.

“Cunny unlock now!”

Michelle felt Brad shoot his load before she was done with the trigger. His face stretched in ecstasy as he thrust his hips, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of his mind-bending orgasm. He rode the crest of the wave and surfed down its warm, slippery slope until he washed up on shore, spent, drained, and exhausted.

“Sleep now, baby…” Michelle cooed in his ear. He noticed the flash of his diamond ring in Michelle’s hand, casually hanging just within his sight, offering him a disturbing reminder of the power he had given up.

“Sleeeeeeep, baby…Hubby came so, so hard….he needs to sleep….sleeeeeeeep…” Michelle waved her fingers slowly, sensually just over her lover’s eyes, compelling them to slip close. She loved using her sleep trigger on her husband and watching him helplessly drift into slumber, but tonight she got an extra thrill of power, knowing what was in store for her husband tomorrow.

She let Brad fall back into the pillows, snoring away blissfully as she laid down next to him and reached her hand between her legs. Getting the drop on her husband unleashed a fresh storm of arousal for Michelle, and she fancied jilling herself off next to her conquered husband. She let the hard surface of her husband’s ring mix with her juices and used it to gently rub and stimulate her clit, moaning softly with pleasure.

“Get all the sleep that you can, Brad,” Michelle said softly to herself, her eyes lidded with sultry power. “You’ll need all your strength for what I have planned for you tomorrow.”

She smiled wickedly as she masturbated herself to sleep.