For the fourth day in a row, Brad woke up with an uncontrollable urge to cook breakfast. He knew exactly why. He knew that his wife had hypnotized him for the last three days to be her loyal, unquestioning house slave but that knowledge did not save him as his subconscious mind demanded that he get out of bed and start frying up some bacon. It knew that Michelle was his queen.

And he loved to obey his queen.

Just as he was flipping over the last pancake and about to pour the freshly brewed coffee, Michelle glided into the kitchen, her sheer silk robe barely covering her curvy body.

“Good morning, my subby hubby!” she chimed.

Brad immediately fell to his knees, bowing before his wife.

“Good morning, my divine queen!” he recited. “I made pancakes and bacon and steamed milk for your latte.”

“What a wonderful servant!” Michelle gloated, lounging in her seat at the table. “You may serve me now, subby hubby.”

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 collapses back, letting his queen clean him off and whisper deliciously naughty ideas into his head until 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.

A week, a month, a year. It didn’t matter. Part of the thrill of submitting his mind to his wife was the possibility of escape, of revenge. He only needed to patiently wait until she screwed up.

The next day began nearly just like the rest of the week. Michelle lorded over her husband, dangling his ring from her fingers and bragging about her irresistible power around his cock while he served her breakfast. They made their routine morning check in and Michelle asked Brad how he truly felt.

“I love obeying my queen. I feel safe and cared for. I will get back at you for this,” Brad reported.

“Well, good luck with that!” Michelle laughed. “But you will remember to use the safe word and release yourself from my control when its in your best interests. But in the meanwhile, you love being my little subby hubby.”

“Yes, my queen.”

She pulled him close and looked him soulfully in the eyes.

“I love you.”

She kissed him passionately and then made him power wash the house in his speedo.

“My wife is my queen. I serve my queen. It gives me pleasure to serve. My wife is my queen,” he chanted as he worked.

The day wore on. Whenever Brad tried to rally himself out of his hypnotic servitude to his wife, Michelle was right there ready to dazzle him with his captured ring or a flash of her boobs and send him back to hypno lala land. She called him in around two p.m. for a ravishing lunch of fresh fruit, cheese, and cold cuts. She made him sit on the floor in his speedo as she fed him small morsels from the head of the table, tickling his chin when he behaved well.

Finally, Brad finished power-washing and took his shower. Right after, Michelle led him to the couch and soothed him to sleep with a few gentle tugs on his balls.

“You take a load off and just do some light dusting when you wake up. I’m going out with the girls. I can’t wait to show them all the sexy pictures of my husband washing the house in his banana hammock. I’ll be back for dinner. You won’t mind if I use your credit card, right?”

Brad’s snores were his only response. Michelle giggled before kissing him on the forehead and then rushed out the door, leaving him snoozing on the couch.

When he finally woke up, he groggily set to work carrying out Michelle’s instructions, cooking and cleaning the house. He was dusting around the bedroom dresser and moved a ceramic figurine and saw a silver chain hastily stashed behind it. He blinked in confusion before recognizing his diamond wedding ring. Michelle must have left it when she had gone out for the afternoon!

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed the ring and stuffed the whole necklace in his pocket. Brad glanced at the clock. He reckoned he had another two hours before Michelle came home. He continued to clean as he quietly plotted his next move.

When Michelle came home, she was surprised to find a darkened house waiting for her, the only light a flickering orange glow coming from the dining room. She glanced around, wondering if something had happened to her husband.

“Brad?” she called. No answer.

She followed the light around the corner, a little amazed to find the dining room table handsomely set with chicken casserole, green salad, a full glass of wine next to a bottle, and a single tall white candle freshly lit burning in the center atop a silver candle holder. From the edge of the room, she noticed a small note taped to the back of the chair. She crept forward and read Brad’s handwriting.

Sit down and relax.

She looked around quizzically, wondering what Brad was up to. She was a little suspicious, but the food smelled so tempting and the flickering flame so inviting that she decided to humor him. She sat down and helped herself to a sip of wine.

As soon as she did, gentle music wafted out of the dining room speakers, a lilting, ethereal melody with a deep buzzing baseline. She chuckled. Whatever Brad was planning was certainly elaborate.

"Alright, Brad. I'm impressed already!” she called to the empty room. “Come out and keep me company, subby hubby.”

Still no sign of him. She thought using her husband’s pet name would have compelled him to show. Maybe she was alone in the house after all.

She took another gulp of the wine and let her eyes wander to the flame, the gentle music playing in the background. How long was she supposed to wait here? There was nothing to do but drink her wine and watch the flame as it wavered back and forth. It was almost like the fire could hear the sultry music and was dancing for her amusement. She crinkled her nose at the thought, her eyes following the bright flame.

Back and forth.

Two hands dropped onto her shoulders. Michelle nearly jumped in surprise until the fingers dug into her shoulder blades, melting her with pleasure.

“Shhhhh…It’s just me, baby,” Brad’s deep voice came from behind her, his hands kneading his wife’s body like a trained masseur.

“Oh, you scared me for a second, dear.”

“I’m sorry, my queen. Please, let me make it up to you. Let me help you calm down…de-stress,” said Brad as he continued to massage Michelle’s neck and back.

“Mmmmm…that feels wonderful, sweetie…don’t stop…” she mewled.

“Of course, my queen. Just relax. Enjoy this.” He gave her a tender kiss on the nape of her neck, making her sigh softly.

“Just let it all go, my queen. How was your date with your girlfriends?”

“Gooood…” Michelle drawled. “Jill was bragging that Tom had joined a gym and was getting back in shape. I showed her the picture I took of you mowing the lawn with your shirt off. My friends are super jealous now…”

“And that makes you feel good, right? Having a buff husband completely under your command?”

Michelle squirmed with pleasure. “Hmmm…yessss…”

“Then let your husband make you feel good tonight, baby. Just let yourself watch the candle. It’s so soothing to watch the candle. So bright, so warm…”

Michelle was still high on her own inflated ego, thinking about how envious her stuck-up friends would be if they could see her now. Getting an expert massage while she just zoned out…watching the pretty candle…

“The pretty little flame is dancing for you, Michelle. You feel so good and relaxed the more you watch the flame. It’s pretty to look at, isn’t it?”

Michelle just nodded her head, too lazy to form words right now. She missed just letting her mind float away while she listened to Brad’s soothing voice. She’d have to command him to read her a bedtime story later.

“Feeling yourself drifting with the flame. So pretty, but making your eyes so tired…” Brad rocked his wife gently as he squeezed her shoulders, slowly swaying her back and forth as if he was rocking her to sleep in a soft hammock.

Michelle could tell that Brad was trying to hypnotize her. Let him try. She could just enjoy a light trance and then drop him under her spell again anytime.

All she wanted to do now was relax…and drift…and listen…

“Eyes so tired and heavy…the flame is making your eyes tired and sleepy…keep watching…”

Smooth as silk, Brad stepped to the side of the chair, his one hand lightly gripping Michelle’s neck while the other floated in front of her face. He began waving his fingers in front of her eyes, the light of the candle glittering off his diamond ring.

“B-Brad…?” Michelle stuttered,

“Shhh…just watch the pretty ring, dear. Watch the pretty sparkly diamond…watch it go around and around…you love diamonds, don’t you?”

“…yes…” Michelle couldn’t argue. In fact, she could barely think.

“You could just stare at my pretty diamond forever, couldn’t you? Just getting lost in the shiny facets, the beautiful sparkles that dazzle your eyes…beguiling your mind…”

“…yessss…” Michelle said, feeling her mind sinking into the irresistible haze that Brad’s ring cast over her. She knew, deep down, that she was in serious danger of losing her power, that something had gone very wrong. But the more she followed Brad’s fingers and the pretty, pretty diamond, the less she cared.

Brad circled his hand closer and closer, forcing her to cross her eyes as she helplessly followed the ring, spiraling closer…and closer…and closer…

“Go to sleeeeeep… deep sleep….going to sleeeep now.”

Brad pressed his finger into Michelle’s forehead. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she collapsed into the chair, her mind yielding to Brad’s hypnotic voice.

“Good girl. There’s my good, submissive wife again,” Brad said, sitting next to her and resting her body on his chest. “You had a good long run being in charge. Now it’s time to take a little rest from that. Deeper and deeper, drifting away on my voice. Every word taking you deeper as it sinks into that pretty, pink brain of yours.”

Michelle sighed deeply, letting her body sink into Brad. “Hmmm…pretty pink brain…” she parroted.

“Good girl. You’re so smart. You’re so smart that you know you’ve been hypnotized. And you’re so smart that you know that you have to follow everything your hypnotist says. And you know who your hypnotist is, don’t you, baby?”

Michelle nodded, her eyes still closed.

“My…husband’s my hypnotist,” she mumbled.

“No, no honey,” Brad said, stroking her hair, his fingers coaxing her thoughts out of her head. “He’s not just your husband anymore. You know that you are a queen. A beautiful, radiant queen. Well, then your husband is more than your husband. He is your king. And you know you’ve been hypnotized by your king and must do everything he commands.”

Brad paused, letting his torrent of instructions wash through Michelle’s receptive mind, settling in the creases of her brain, making them smooth and yielding.

“Do you understand, Michelle? I am your king.”

“You are my king…” Michelle replied.

“You will obey me.”

“I will obey you…”

Brad pulled her in and reached down to pinch and tease her nipples, grinning as he heard his entranced wife whimper.

“When I snap my fingers, you will go to your closet, eyes open, still deeply asleep. You will find that Renn fair outfit you know I like so much. Wanting to obey me. You will put it on and, for the rest of the night, you’re going to be your king’s slutty wench, serving me however I please. You will obey me. You want to be a wench for your king. Do you understand?”

“Mmm…yes…want…to be your wench…my king,” Michelle replied with a ditzy smile.

“Good. Ready to obey me in 3…2…1…”

SNAP!

“More ale, Sire?” Michelle asked as she happily bounced into the living room, her breasts barely contained by the flowing barmaid dress. She carried a large mug of beer to Brad who was reclining in his favorite chair watching the basketball game.

“Why, yes!” he said, lifting the frosty mug. For the last hour, Michelle had been bringing her husband anything he required, taking off his shoes and rubbing his feet, giving him shoulder rubs and lapdances, whatever her king demanded she performed with a cheerful bounce in her step.

Brad quaffed his beer, scowling that to see the game had gone to commercial. He hit the mute button.

“Wench, your king wants you to dance for him. And hike that skirt over your hips. I want to watch that pretty ass of yours swinging back and forth.”

“Yes, Sire. I doth obey!” Michelle replied automatically as she lifted her skirt, letting her round ass cheeks swivel back and forth for Brad’s amusement.

“Nice!...Oh! Game’s back on. You may stop now, wench,” he said. “Now go tend to your cleaning until I call you.”

“Yes, Sire!” Michelle was about to leave and then circled back, a portion of her mind rebelling against Brad’s control. She knew what her husband had done, and she was furious at him, even if his hypnotic commands made her writhe in pleasure every time she obeyed her ‘Sire’. All the same, she couldn’t let the bastard get away with it without a fight.

Creeping up from the other side, she waited until Brad was distracted and then leaned in close, her hands drifting to the wide neckline of her top.

“Sire, won’t you admire these?” she said, stepping into view.

She tried to pull down her top, but her hands slipped. She reached up and tried again but got confused about which side of the dress was concealing her tits. She tried yet again but only managed to fumble with thin white cloth covering her nipples, making them hard and sensitive. She bit her lip, the sensation gnawing at her concentration.

“Uh-oh! Did someone forget how a top works?” Brad asked with a shit-eating grin. “Is your brain just too ditzy and dopey to remember how to flash your big, bimbo titties?”

Michelle glared at him, white hot rage shining through her submissive bargirl persona.

“And why would you need to take out those titties without your king’s permission, hmm? Are thoughts of resistance swirling through your pretty, pink brain? I think you must be punished for this treason.”

He reached behind the couch and took out the black, suede flogger the couple kept for just such an occasion.

“Twenty lashes, wench. Make sure it leaves a mark. Now obey your king!”

“Yes, Sire! I doth obey!” Michelle said, hating herself for getting wet as she grabbed the flogger. She hiked her skirt over her backside again.

“One sec!” Brad said, fishing out his phone. “I know a few guys who’ll toss me a couple of bucks for this. Flog yourself, wench, and every time you lash yourself you will say ‘I am my kingly husband’s slave.’ You may begin.”

Michelle squirmed with a mix of humiliation and intense arousal, immensely excited by the idea of being taken advantage of and shown off like Brad’s horny trophy. She whipped the flogger against her round booty.

“I am my kingly husband’s slave.”

SLAP!

“I am my kingly husband’s slave.”

SLAP!

“I am my kingly…husband’s slave!!”

SLAP!

Brad chuckled as he filmed the whole spectacle. Normally he would feel bad about so thoroughly mind fucking his wife but considering he had just finished being her thrall for close to a week, some pay back was in order.

At last, Michelle finished and stood blankly to attention, her red ass still sticking out while her mind floated in subspace.

“Let that be a lesson to you, wench!” Brad chided her. “Now get back to the kitchen and make it shine.”

“Yes, Sire. I doth obey,’ she recited as she marched away dutifully to clean.

Michelle washed the dishes from dinner and wiped down the counters, fixated on getting every inch of the kitchen completely spotless, proud to be a good wench for her almighty king. However, the more she listened to Brad shouting and moaning at the sports game on TV, the more she began to shake loose from his control.

She shouldn’t have to be wasting her evening cleaning for her lazy husband. She was the queen of the house, he should be waiting on her!

Gradually, and with every ounce of concentration she could muster, Michelle worked her way out of Brad’s spell, finally arriving back in her own mind. She was nearly done cleaning the kitchen anyway. Now was the time to turn the tables back against her husband, before he made her his human footstool for the rest of the month.

She glanced at her reflection in the microwave door, frowning at the slinky Renaissance top that refused to release her tits. She tried one more time to yank the fabric down over her chest and just ended up smooshing her boobs together under the cloth. She sighed in resignation. She’d have to improvise. She waited quietly until the game was winding down before sneaking up behind Brad’s chair.

She slipped her hand down her dress and slid her fingers against her moist slit before repeating the process with her other hand. Brad wouldn’t notice consciously, but the lingering smell of pussy on her fingers might just throw him off balance. She crept behind him and began massaging his shoulders.

“Is there anything else my king desires?” she asked, eagerly. “Another beer, more snacks?”

She let her fingers trace down the sides of his face, her pussy fragrance enveloping his head.

“A soothing blowjob, perhaps?” she purred in his ear.

Brad sighed, melting into his wife’s touch, her suggestion settling into his pliant mind.

“Well, sure. Why not? You may pleasure your king, wench!”

Michelle sauntered around to the front of the chair, sinking down to her knees in front of her cocky husband. She ripped open his fly and fished out his thick prick, rolling and teasing it with her fingers. Brad smiled and leaned back in his chair, allowing his submissive wife to give him some long overdue relief.

“Just relax, my king, and enjoy. Your cock has been so neglected recently, it must feel so good to finally get that nice long blowjob you’ve been waiting for…getting so hard and stiff now…such a big handsome penis…you can just imagine every damsel in the kingdom lining up to worship this cock. Just picture that. A whole village of young ladies desperate to lick and suck your beautiful dick…”

The image materialized in Brad’s mind, spiking his arousal, his primal instinct to breed as many young fertile ladies as possible hijacking his thought process. He groaned with anticipation as Michelle sped up the pace of her hands, her mouth dotting his tip with sloppy, wet kisses.

“So sexy, so aroused, so happy you let your wench tend to your kingly needs,” she said, pistoning both hands up and down his shaft. “You need more, don’t you? You need to feel this hard cock pressed between the two nicest, softest pillows you can imagine. Would you like that, my king? Would you like a fun tittyfuck from your buxom wench?”

“Oh…yesss…” Brad said, his voice husky with arousal. Michelle almost had him where she wanted him.

“Oh, but Sire! I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how to take off this infernal top of mine! My wonderful titties are trapped behind my shirt, and they can’t properly slide over your hard prick. Couldn’t you be a gentleman and pull my top down for me?”

For the first time, Brad picked up his head, cocking his eyebrow suspiciously at his wife. Michelle only pouted her lips innocently and pressed her boobs together with her upper arms, accentuating her cleavage under her flimsy top. Finally, he nodded and reach his hand forward.

Michelle’s self-assured smile evaporated as Brad, instead of reaching to pull her mesmerizing tits free, let his hand sway in front of her face, his diamond ring gleaming brilliantly. Her eyes swayed back and forth with it, her thoughts turning into thick molasses.

“Eyes on the ring, wench. My pretty glittering ring that holds all your attention. Eyes getting heavy. Mind getting empty. Whatever you were planning just floats away as you watch my pretty, diamond ring…”

Michelle tried to keep track of what she was doing, but Brad’s voice and his shiny ring just erased her thoughts before she could think them. She gazed enraptured at the diamond, her hands absently toying with his hard shaft.

“My ring drains away all your thoughts…all your thoughts except one. Look down now, Michelle. Look at your king’s cock.”

Michelle’s brown eyes swiveled down and locked on Brad’s thick boner throbbing in her grasp.

“You can’t resist that hard meat. You want to shove it in your mouth and lose yourself as you suck off your king. Completely under his control and addicted to his cock.”

“Yes…want to eat your cock…” Michelle said vacantly, before wrapping her lips around his head. She swirled her tongue over his glans while squeezing and stroking the rest of his shaft with her hands.

“Yes, Michelle. You are a slave to my cock. Whatever it wants, you want. When it feels pleasure, you feel pleasure. When it cums, you cum, even if nothing is touching you. You are a slave to my cock…”

“…slave to you cock…” Michelle watched Brad’s member swing lazily back in forth in her hands, the tip staring at her like some hypnotic eye, pulling her towards it. She let his length go past her lips and down her throat, feeling it glide in and out, taking over her head like Brad had taken over her mind.

“Good, wench. Up and down…up and down…head moving up and down now.”

“Up and down…” Michelle said, popping her mouth off his prick.

“So deep…so empty…”

“Deep…empty…” Michelle repeated, her hands taking over his lubed cock as she added. “…horny…”

“Yeah….horny….so horny…” Brad agreed, his eyes closing in rapturous pleasure. He had long since let his hand drop along with his ring, out of sight by his side.

“So horny…” Michelle repeated.

“so horny…” Brad mumbled

“so hard…” Michelle let her slick fingers slide over his head.

“so hard!”

“So deep, and sleepy, and horny, and hard!” Michelle, accentuating each word with a long, slow stroke down Brad’s length.

“Mmmmm…deep…sleepy…horny…hard…mmmm” Brad murmured, feeling his eyes start to droop. He was so pent up and Michelle’s magic touches were overwhelming. He was floating in a sea of blissful pleasure. Getting closer…and closer…

“…and closer, Brad…so close to going over that edge…” Michelle chanted, her hands spiraling up and down Brad’s cock, her sharp nails lightly scratching his balls, her lips kissing and sucking his head. She could feel her pussy begin to drip as she fought for control over her mind. Brad was so vulnerable now, but his hard cock was keeping her stuck between his legs, her submission linked to his pleasure. She had only one hope.

“Wouldn’t this cock feel so much better between my tits?” she cooed at her husband. “Wouldn’t that get you off so good to see my wonderful, bouncy boobs surrounding your cock…squeezing you tight in my cleavage…your head just poking out so I can…kiss it?”

She puckered her lips and gave his tip a wet kiss. Brad could hardly talk.

“C’mon honey…reach down…let my tits out…you want that…my titties want that…my titties want to come out to play with that cock…c’mon honey…just let them out for me…”

Brad’s arm stretched out like a sleepwalker, a docile grin on his face as he reached down, his fingers getting closer and closer to her neckline…closer and closer…god, he was so close.

His hand hovered a few inches above Michelle’s chest, sensing that he was walking into danger. He let his ring start to work its magic again. Maybe he could just bust his load first and thwart his wife’s schemes.

Michelle gazed helplessly at the ring, feeling her mind swirling around with every small circle of Brad’s hand. She could feel herself on the precipice of trance, just a hair away from letting her sleepy eyes shut before tumbling into her husband’s power.

She slowly brought her hand up, gently entwining her fingers in Brad’s, his ring flashing with every motion.

It really was such a pretty, fascinating ring.

Michelle’s mind was in free fall. In one last desperate gamble, she pulled her husband’s hand to her blouse, his fingers snagging the neckline and pulling it down over her heavy bust. Michelle’s tits burst free slapping into Brad’s cock, the shock causing him to fire a jet of cum straight into the air.

“Sleep!” Michelle commanded before her husband’s climax broke her mind and she fell into trance. Brad stared mesmerized at his entranced wife as his cock spasmed and shot rope after rope of cum onto her tits, her last words echoing through his addled mind.

“…sleep…sleep…sleeeeeepppp…” he babbled before his eyes drifted close and he slumped back in his chair, his body and mind completely conquered.

“Yesss…sleeeeeeppp…” Michelle slurred, the musk of Brad’s cum hitting her like knockout gas.

For a peaceful moment, the couple stayed there, both of them drifting in their own fugues of pleasure, until Michelle slowly blinked herself awake. She glanced up to see Brad staring vacantly at her chest with a puddle of cum on his belly as it dripped down from her tits.

“Drifting back to sleep, Brad…so tired after a good cum…so relaxing to finally let all that cum go…falling asleep…under your wife’s control…”

“Under my wife’s control…” Brad said with a sleepy smile as he sank down into deep slumber.

Michelle sighed and then staggered to her feet, cleaning herself off in the bathroom before settling back down next to her husband. She’d have to erase his memory to make him behave the next morning, something she was allowed to do no more than three times a month under their contract, but it would be worth it. She’d let him keep his ring for now and anticipate falling under her husband’s control sometime tomorrow or the weekend, but for now, she could sleep peacefully next to her subdued man, whispering all the naughty little fantasies for him to try on her when they woke up in the morning.

Michelle stretched and snuggled with her husband on his chair, savoring the quiet moment of intimacy with the man she shared her mind and will with. Who willingly gave his body and soul to her to use as her plaything, all because it pleased him to please her, even as she took pleasure in giving him pleasure.

She yawned and scratched her nipple. She needed some sleep.

“Brad. You will carry your wife to bed. You will tuck her in and cuddle her until you fall asleep dreaming about her and all the ways to make her happy. Understand?”

“Yes, dear,” Brad said as he got up and scooped Michelle up in his arms, bridal style.

“Good. I love you, babe.”

“I love you too, my queen…”