You walk into the bedroom and see your husband, clad in his boxers and undershirt, scrolling through his phone on the bed. You just came out of the shower naked. The big jerk doesn’t even look up.

You saddle next to him and press your soft body against his, your long fingers gently tracing his scalp.

He grunts appreciatively, but continues to scroll.

That does it.

You smoothly let your fingers drop, gently massaging the sides of his neck in soothing circles. Then you clench your hand, pinching his neck with firm pressure.

“Subby Hubby,” you whisper into his ear.

His eyes pop open like he was being pricked with a needle, then his focus wavers and his eyelids sink down. He struggles for a few seconds before his head drops deep down into trance.

You take the phone out of his unresisting hands and drop it in the garbage. (You’ll get it and clean it off later. You just like the idea.)

You go back to gently caressing your now entranced, helpless husband.

“Subby Hubby is so sleepy…tired, sleeeeeepy subby hubby…getting so sleepy and happy, listening to your wife…”

He murmurs something without opening his mouth.

“Don’t talk, subby hubby. Just listen…listen and relax…let your wife help you feel good…”

Your fingers brush over his chest. You trace small circles around his nipples.

“You trust your wife…You listen when she tells you what to do.”

Your fingers are sweeping over his abs.

“You trust your wife to tell you what to think…”

You pull down your husband’s waistband and find his hardening cock rising to meet you. You tuck the elastic band of his shorts under his balls, lifting them up slightly.

You sit up, your hands slithering down to your husband’s junk, brushing it with light teasing touches. Your husband moans and you can almost hear his mind dropping like a stone.

“…I want to listen to my wife…” you chant in a low, rhythmic voice. The words twist through your husband’s mind. He doesn’t speak, but you can see him nodding softly, agreeable and suggestible.

“…I want to do all the chores tomorrow…I will get so aroused thinking about doing the chores…The idea of washing my wife’s panties makes me hard…I want do the laundry tomorrow…”

You remember something.

“…and I will uuuuse faaaabric softener this tiiiiiime…”

Your husband only nods and lolls his head, his eyes closed, and his face melted in surrender. His cock is pulsing in your slender, feminine hands. You’re stroking him slowly and steadily, giving him the occasional, playful squeeze around his shaft.

“…I love cleaning the house…it makes me feel so accomplished and sexy…my house is a palace, and my wife is a queen…it is so sexy to serve my queen…”

You see a sparkle of precum begin to seep out of his cock. You gently flick his shaft and pinch his balls. He gasps in pleasure.

“…I want to mow the lawn tomorrow…It makes me feel so good to think about mowing the lawn…When I mow the lawn, I will wear my tightest, sexiest muscle shirt…I will flex and lift as much as I can…I will make all of my wife’s friends jealous…”

You lube up your husband’s cock with his precum. Your hands are gliding up and around his shaft and head. His breath quickens and his tongue his hanging out of his mouth. He is completely at your mercy and the idea is turning you on so much.

“…I will be charming and seductive for my wife’s friends…I will make them wish they were my wife…I will get hard in front of other women and will forget to hide my boner…”

Your hands are pistoling up and down now. He feels like a nine-inch iron rail in your hands.

“…My cock is under my wife’s control…I will not use it unless she lets me…I am an obedient, servant…a walking cock and set of muscles for my wife’s pleasure…ready to cum to sleep…ready to remember all the fun sexy things I want to do for my wife tomorrow…I will cum to sleep in…3…2…1!”

You give your husband’s cock a soft, sensual kiss on the head. He spurts straight into your mouth. You slurp it down greedily. You didn’t mean to give your husband a last-minute blowjob, but it’s not like he’ll remember it anyway. No one had to know.

“Good, subby hubby…sleeeeeeeeep…”

Your husband’s orgasm subsides and he sinks into a deep slumber. You’re feeling lovely, aroused and sexy. You get such a thrill from controlling your husband and making him show off his sculpted body in front of your friends. Especially that busty bitch, Veronica, next door. You can’t wait to see her ogling her husband’s package as he works himself into a sweaty mess in the yard.

You begin to let your fingers work their magic on your needy cunt, but you’re exhausted. Every circle seems to make you drowsier and drowsier…

Two hours later, your husband’s hand slithers under your neck and snakes around to tease your nipple, his arm cradling your head. You squirm and wriggle against him, but you don’t completely wake up.

His other hand curls over your hip and begins to softly tease and tickle your clit. You melt into a puddle.

“…I love hypnotizing and dominating my husband…” the deep voice of your husband whispers.

“…It makes me so hot to put subliminal messages in his head while I make him cum…”

You giggle happily in your sleep.

“…I get off treating him like my servant…I feel so hot when he calls me his queen…”

Your mind is filled with a vision of you sitting on a golden throne, your husband on his knees as he expertly eats your pussy. You are a powerful, seductive queen and he is your loyal minion.

“…it makes me hot when he shows off to my friends…I want him to seduce my hottest friends…”

Yes! Yes! Yes! You can imagine D-cup Veronica fawning and horny over your husband’s cock.

“…I want to share my subby hubby with my friends…”

The lascivious thought breaks down your defenses as a thundering orgasm rocks through your body. You’re flooded with thoughts about you and Veronica commanding your husband together, taking turns having him eat pussy while the other fucks his incredible cock. You cry out in your sleep as your husband holds you closer, and you ride the waves of euphoria pummeling your body.

You both fall asleep like that until the morning. Your husband wakes up with a sudden urge to clean the house and mow the lawn. You watch him from bed with a knowing smile.

Then, you pick up your phone and text Veronica if she wants to come over this afternoon.