Raul de Figuroa liked to imagine himself as a successful man. He had his own private practice with plenty of clients, a decent house, a vacation home in the Adirondacks. But he couldn’t help but question his life choices when slathering his gorgeous wife’s tits with rainbow paint wasn’t enough to get him going anymore.

Not even when his wife was a mile deep in his hypnotic power.

“That’s good, Diane,” Raul murmured in her ear. “Feeling those slippery tits of yours slide through my fingers, like my voice slips and slides through your head. Deeper and deeper, nice and slick and slippery…feeling my fingers sliding around and around your big, heavy tits …feeling those thoughts slip into your boobs now…”

Raul rubbed his fingers around Diane’s erect nipples, smearing neon pink and yellow paint over them like cake icing. Diane melted back into her husband’s chest, her blonde head lolling to one side and her face slack as she drifted through trance, her mind tethered to reality only by the tingling pleasure of Raul’s fingers on her nipples. She floated along dazed and distracted while he continued to mutter his commands in her ear.

“There…” said Raul, slapping the generous underside of Diane’s breasts, making them bounce and wobble. “I think that’s plenty of paint. This should make for an interesting Rorschach test afterwards. Stay and drift, Diane…you’re going to stand right here and stare into space for while…anytime you have a thought or a question, it’s just going to slip right down to you full, heavy breasts and you’ll feel a wave of horny desire pass over you and forget all about it, won’t you?”

“Yes, master…” Diane said, a blank smile crossing her face as she stared blankly, tits dripping with color while her arms hung loosely at her sides.

Raul went to rinse his hands and then placed a large, blank sheet of paper on the breakfast table in front of Diane. He stepped back, admiring his statuesque wife, her wide curvy hips and plush, silky-smooth skin. It was funny to imagine that when they had met almost five years ago, Diane was struggling with body issues, convinced that her curvy, buxom shape was something to be ashamed of. That’s why she came to Raul, a professional hypnotist, to improve her attitude about her body.

The treatment worked, but it may have had less to do with Raul’s therapy and more with Diane discovering her latent mind control kink and embracing her inner hypnotic goddess. Raul admitted that he may have acted outside the bounds of professionalism, but Diane simply didn’t care! She was happier than she had been since puberty and couldn’t get enough of Raul’s training sessions, learning to drop and obey him unerringly, learning to seduce and trance him and invoke her raw feminine power over her lover. Their relationship blossomed and, one day, Raul waved a shiny engagement ring in front of her eyes over dinner.

She had said yes, of course, and was reasonably sure she had come to that decision by herself. Still, if Raul had used his special talents to ‘sway’ her, that just made it even hotter.

Raul did love her. He loved her quirky attitude, their back and forth play together, her sweet musical laugh. He loved the way her jiggling tits could turn his brain inside out and leave him in a daze for hours.

Still, Raul felt himself wondering if his marriage wasn’t just going around circles sometimes.

“Good, Diane,” Raul said, tucking his hands behind his back, squaring his lithe shoulders. “Now, as I count from one to five, you’re going to imagine your boobs filling up with all your thoughts…all your brainy thoughts will just make your tits bigger and heavier…getting bigger and heavier with each number that, by the time I reach five, your boobs will be too big and heavy to hold up and you’ll let them drop onto the table…and once they’re on the table, you know what to do…you remember what we talked about?”

“Yes, master…” Diane mumbled through her soft lips. “I will remember what to do…as soon as my tits are on the table…”

“Good! Then feel your tits get heavier and heavier with 1…filling up…2…so big and heavy….full of your thoughts….3…feel the weight pulling your body…pulling your mind…4…so hard to keep your body up…needing to drop…and…5!....all the way down! Letting your body fold forward. Gravity pulls you down…down, down, down….”

Diane’s fluttering eyes finally surrendered to Raul’s voice and rolled up into her head as the naked woman let her torso fold forward, her large, paint-coated bust slapping onto the clean sheet of paper. Diane’s head slumped forward, hovering an inch above the tiled countertop, her training stopping her from giving herself any bodily harm.

“Good…letting yourself sink down further and further…letting all that programming start to take over your brain, seeping into all the places it needs to go…and now ready to wake back up, mind coming back out of trance in 1…2…3… wakey wakey!”

Diane lifted her head, her boobs still smooshed flat against the paper. She reached around to rub the sleep out of her eyes and finally focused on her husband.

“Ah…so…were you about to show me a video or something?” Diane asked groggily, the memories of her trance sinking down into the depths of her mind. Raul only smirked and let her glance around. She scoffed, finally realizing she was bent over the kitchen counter, her clothes completely gone and her tits smeared with paint.

“Okay…I see. So, what? You hypnotized me to make a titty imprint fingerpaint? That’s a bit artistic for you, isn’t it?”

“If you’re tired why don’t you just go wash off?” Raul suggested. Diane gave him a hungry smile.

“Only if you help,” she said and then tried to lift her torso. She grunted and then tried again, frowning as she discovered her chest was stuck to the counter.

“Uh-oh! Having a hard time lifting up your giant tits, sweetie?” Raul gloated. “It almost looks like someone glued your titties to the counter.”

Diane’s burned a hole through her husband’s face with her eyes and growled at him. “You are such a dick…”

Raul chuckled, placing an egg timer on the counter in front of her.

“Don’t worry. It will wear off in ten minutes.” He let the timer go, the monotonous ticking filling the kitchen. He sighed and sat back on the kitchen stool, watching his wife with a melancholy glint in his eye.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Diane asked tenderly, her torso still bent flat over the counter. “Usually when I come out of trance with my boobies stuck to something, you’re right there with your prick in hand getting your jollies. Aren’t you in the mood today?”

“Yes…no…I don’t know,” Raul sighed, resting his chin in his hand. “I love what we do, mi tesoro. I love you! You know I do… But lately, I’ve just been feeling like…I don’t know, like I need something more from our sex life.”

“Aren’t I enough?” asked Diane. She wasn’t jealous or upset, just concerned.

“More than enough!” answered Raul, his eyes wandering to her wide hips, sticking out and exposed in the middle of the kitchen. “You’re the best wife and kink partner a hypnofetishist could ask for! I’m just feeling like…I dunno, I guess we’re just getting older. I’ve been doing this stuff for almost twenty years and, well, maybe I feel like I’ve plateaued.”

Diane nodded thoughtfully, her meaty breasts jiggling on the countertop. “So, you feel like you’re running out of ideas, in other words?”

Raul snapped his finger. “Yes! Exactly! I mean look at you! This is the first time we’ve played around in weeks, and I have you making finger paintings with your tits!”

They laughed, but Raul blinked, suddenly wondering where he even got the idea to have his wife paint with her boobs. He put the thought out of his head.

“Well, I’d call that a pretty unique idea, speaking personally,” Diane encouraged him. “You don’t have to worry about impressing me, baby. I’m already impressed. Just do what makes you feel good, that’s what gets me hotter than anything else.”

“Really?” Raul said, a devilish grin sneaking back to his face. “Like if I told you that it was TICKLE TIME, you wouldn’t care that you couldn’t move from the counter?”

The trigger hit Diane hard, but she did her best to pretend it didn’t. She took a deep inhale and tried to ignore the hypersensitivity that was swirling over every inch of her skin.

“N-no…I wouldn’t care…” she said, quietly.

Raul stalked closer to her, satisfied to see her recoil slightly, like she was afraid he was going to bite her. She could sense Raul waiting to pounce and her body pleaded with her to run to the other side of the kitchen, except she couldn’t peel her breasts off the countertop.

“Hmm…you said do anything that gets me hot. You know how hot I get watching your brain fizzle away. And what does that more than anything, Ditzy Didi?”

Raul’s cock finally kicked into gear as he watched the trigger go to work on Diane’s supple mind, her face smoothing into a blissful stare. She answered him.

“Tickles…tickles melt my brain…”

“Good, Didi,” Raul purred. He gently let one finger float over Diane’s neck, brushing it as light as a feather. She squirmed and twisted all without lifting her chest from the table.

“No! Ohnohnohonoh!!” she said through fits of giggles.

“Oh yes! I think Didi’s needs lots of tickles to melt away her brain!”

The eager man jabbed his wife quick and gentle in her ribs and down her marble thighs. The helpless woman bellowed and screamed, her bursts of laughter reverberating through her head, shaking her mind loose, letting it dissolve in a bubbling sea of tickles and giggles.

“S-S-Stop it!! HAHAHAHAAA!!”

“You can’t stop me, Didi,” Raul growled in her ear as his hands invaded her armpits, making her buck wildly. “I have you right where I want you, loosing more and more of your brain as your tits stay stuck to the counter. I got you again, pretty girl, because I’m so much smarter and stronger than you, say that for me…”

“Ah! HAHAHA! Oooh!! My husband’s so much smarter….and mmhhmm stronger than me…AHAAHAHA!!

“Now, look up here, Didi…” Raul held up his hand in front of Diane’s face, waving his fingers like talons ready to dig into her fleshy body. Diane gaped with wide empty eyes and a vacant grin . “You have almost no brains left. If I tickle you one more time, the last bit of your brain will go pop, and you’ll have to do anything I want for the rest of the night, no matter how degrading. Does that sound nice?”

He twitched his fingers. Diane flinched.

“Y-yessss…Master…” Diane said, using her honorific for him. “That sounds…really nice…”

“Then here it comes…” His hand drifted closer, teasingly slow. “almost there now…so close… brain about to go blip in 3…2…”

BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP!

Diane blinked as the egg timer sounded out ten minutes and then lifted her torso off the counter, the piece of paper still stuck to her tits.

“Oh! Great! Guess I was saved by the bell! Awww…don’t feel bad, honey!”

Diane pouted at Raul who was fuming in frustration.

“I’m sure a powerful hypnotist like you should have no problem seducing your hot wife into bed, unless she gets you first.” Diane winked at him. Raul sucked in a calming breath.

“A worthier adversary could not be asked for,” he said, elegantly offering his hand.

“Oh, trying to get all flowery with me? Cute!” She leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, then sat down on one of the breakfast stools. “And I’m sorry you’re feeling so ‘low engagement’. If there’s anything you wanna try to spice things up…?”

She let the question hang. Raul shrugged.

“I’ll let you know. Hey, aren’t you gonna see how your breast imprint came out?” He pointed to the sheet of paper still clinging to Diane’s chest.

“Oh! Right! What even gave you the idea to have me cover my tits in paint and take an imprint of them. Kinda random, wasn’t it?”

“I…y’know? I don’t even remember why I thought of it…” Raul frowned.

Diane flexed her chubby shoulders, raising her hands to the corners of the paper and slowly peeled it off her chest. She gasped as the now sticky, half-dried paint pulled at her delicate nipples, lighting her up and then glanced down at the paper.

“Ooh! Wow! That came out interesting!” she said, her jaw dropping as she stared at the painting.

“Lemme see!” Raul whined excitedly. “Lemme see!”

“Here,” Diane held out the paper to him. “You did a great job with the design! Did you know it was going to turn out like that?”

“Huh? What are you talking…about…”

Raul gazed at the swirls of paint suddenly so astounded that he forgot how to make words. Two perfect opposing spirals in brilliant, iridescent trails of color spun before his eyes. All the pretty, swirling hues spiraled around and around, falling into the center, into the two round splotches of color made by his wife’s nipples. Raul’s eyes wandered along with the colors, his brain feeling an electric throb whenever the colored lines smooshed together where Diane’s cleavage had pushed against the page.

“Don’t you remember taking the time to paint all those thin lines over my girls?” Diane asked, sauntering over to her husband. “You were so very focused and attentive. You know my girls love it when you give them your full attention…just like you’re giving the spirals your full attention now…watching the spirals…”

Raul’s shoulders slumped as Diane switched to her deep, breathy hypnotist’s voice. Raul had helped her perfect that voice. He even dared her to use it subtly in public to get free movie tickets. On most days, he could resist her pull, but most days he didn’t have two dazzling tit spirals to stare at.

“Yes…you’re piecing it together now, aren’t you honey? Remembering where you got that naughty idea to hypnotize me and persuade me to paint my boobs for a titty print? Just for a bit of sexy, harmless fun? You got that idea because I put it there…yesss…I slipped it into your head right before you woke up this morning. Don’t you remember how suggestible you are when I’m stroking your morning wood?”

Diane reached down and tenderly cupped Rauls package. He dumbly nodded along, his mind already putty in his wife’s sneaky hands.

“And if you like the painting so much,” said Diane before snatching her tit art out of his hands. “…wait until you see the real thing!”

She bounced on her heels allowing her voluptuous spiral-painted tits to flop up and down in front of her husband. His head teetered to one side, like a steamship flopping over uselessly in the water.

“Good…back in that happy trance land you love so much. My body dancing in your mind, mystifying your thoughts.” She smirked, biting her lower lip in anticipation. “You know what I want to see.”

“Yes, my goddess,” Raul ripped open his fly and let his package spring out. Diane eyed her man’s lengthy member, her mouth watering at the memory of his cinnamon-hinted musk. Well, she’d have time to enjoy that later. For tonight, she was in charge.

“You get yourself nice and warmed up, but no cumming. I’m going to wash up quick.”

She gave him a succulent kiss while teasing his nipple through his shirt. Raul let his mind float away as his hand started to work his cock up and down, stoking his arousal…warming up…not cumming…

Diane took her time in a luxurious shower, in no hurry to get back to her husband. She was fine letting him jack off for a bit while she dangled the idea of release in front of him, walking around the house nude, barely acknowledging him.

As Diane mused over what fun the two of them could get up to that evening, she glanced out the bathroom window and couldn’t help but notice a bright yellow moving van across the street. She adjusted her towel and stepped closer. Several men in jumpsuits were caryying couches, beds, and tables in to the adjacent house.

So, someone finally bought the house off Doris Thracer. At least the old bat wouldn’t be around to give Diane the eye every morning after she and Raul got a little too boisterous.

Diane paused as her eyes fell on a young couple standing in the doorway of the new home, arguing over where to put a wicker table on the porch. The young man was sturdy, handsome, maybe of mixed Korean descent while the girl had light café colored skin and was wearing yoga pants that turned more than a few of the movers’ heads.

The statuesque blonde smiled from the corner of her mouth. Were these sweethearts really her new neighbors? They couldn’t be as hot as they looked!

A second later, the young girl winked at the guy and then glanced around the yard, double checking the movers were out of sight. In a flash, she twisted around and yanked down her pants, twerking a deliciously round, meaty ass in the man’s dumbstruck face. The man jumped and twisted his head, panicked, but clearly excited. The girl threw him a kiss and pulled up her pants, walking past him while giving him all the time in the world to land a firm spank on that prime rump.

Diane was starting to drip. Here was a young, unattached couple who evidently enjoyed a healthy sex life, living right next to them.

Oh, if only she could invite them over for a night with her husband!

The idea ping-ponged around in her head, echoing in her brain and sounding more and more interesting each time.

Wait…why didn’t she invite them over?...

Diane glanced down at the hall at her husband, mindlessly diddling with himself over a sloppy fingerpainting of her breasts and remembered his longing to take their play to a new level. If she were honest, she wouldn’t mind injecting a little more motivation into their dynamic either..

She looked back out of the window and threw on her robe, a plan slowly gestating in her mind.