The Happy Hypnotized Housewife
by Hypnautical Nonsense
When an anthro coyote named Cameron heard his wife, an anthro jackal named Jillian, open up the front door to enter their home, he turned his gaze from the TV screen he was watching from the couch to cheerfully greet Jillian back home after a long day. “Hey, how was your-“
Cameron abruptly cut his greeting short when he noticed that Jillian had a really sad look on her face that was heavily emphasized by how red her eyes appeared to be. It looked like she had been crying on her way back home. She slowly walked over to the couch and sat on the seat right next to her husband without saying a word.
Cameron looked over at his wife with a concerned expression on his face, especially when he saw her holding her head in her hands in a very depressed pose. Cameron leaned over near her so he could lovingly embrace her in his arms. “Honey, what‘s wrong?” The coyote sweetly asked Jillian before planting a kiss over her forehead.
Jillian wiped a few more tears from her eyes before answering her husband. “It… it’s just…” The jackal began to bury her face into Cameron’s chest. “I’m not good enough…”
“Jill, you know that’s not true…”
“No, you don’t understand.” Jillian cried out. “I- I’m not…” The jackal hung her head in sadness. “I’m not allowed to be in the local LGBT organization anymore.”
“Wait, what?!” Cameron was shocked to hear this as he continued trying to console his wife. “But why?”
Jillian buried her face further into Cameron’s chest. “Several members of the organization were already acting judgmental towards me when we first started dating. I used to just ignore all the hurtful biphobic comments they made about me, but shortly after we got married, all of my former friends started acting aggressively meaner towards me.”
Jillian began having some unpleasant flashbacks to when she brought Cameron to a Pride event that was hosted by the organization, and was made to feel unwelcome when others at the event were yelling at her for bringing her partner there. They even went as far as to accuse her of going through a ‘straight awakening’, no matter how desperately Jill tried to explain that she was still attracted to women even if she was dating a man.
Cameron had remembered that nasty incident as well, and when he looked down upon Jill’s tear-stained face, he felt a few tears leak out of his own eyes over seeing how sad his wife was. He held onto her even closer in his arms, and was even feeling guilty when a thought crossed his mind that he had indirectly gotten his wife banned from the local LGBT organization. “Jill… I’m so sorry…” Cameron whispered in the jackal’s ear.
Jill tore her face away from the coyote’s chest, and looked up at his saddened puppy-dog eyes. She nuzzled her face closer to his. “Sweetie… please don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault at all.”
Cameron wiped a few tears from his eyes. “I know… I guess… I just hate to see you so sad, Jill.” He admitted to his wife.
“It’s just… I’m not queer enough to belong in the LGBT community.” Jill sighed dejectedly. “I don’t act queer enough, I don’t look queer enough. Hell, I don’t even dress queer enough.” Jill had internalized several things she had been told by her peers before.
Cameron was comforting Jill by lovingly stroking one of his hands through the jackal’s brunette hair. “Jill, none of that matters. You’ll always be queer no matter who you are with. It doesn’t matter how you look or act.” Cameron quickly thought of something. “I was wondering, do you have any queer friends you could talk to that could help you through these difficult times?” He sweetly asked.
Jillian let out a disappointed-sounding sigh. “If I did, I wouldn’t be sulking on our couch right now.” She made a cynical sarcastic chuckle. “To be honest, I’ve always had better luck coming out to straight and bi men and not getting negatively judged for it, such as you and your friends. I should probably consider myself grateful that I even know several people who support me for who I am, but I wish I knew more lesbians and gay men who don’t treat me like shit for how I identify. Maybe I’m being too selfish or something, I dunno.”
Jillian slumped a little further into the couch seat. “Sometimes I even catch some heat from other bisexual women who claim I’m a ‘pick me’ for having a preference for men. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong to get all of this crap happening to me.”
“Jill, you’re not doing anything wrong.” Cameron wrapped his arms around Jillian’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “It’s not your fault other people are being bigoted about your identity. And there’s nothing selfish about expecting to be treated better by others.”
They were silently embracing each other on the couch for a few moments, while Cameron’s mind was racing with whatever idea he could come up with that he could use to help his wife feel better about herself. “Hey honey?” Cameron’s mind finally settled on what he felt was a surefire way to cheer Jillian up. “Do you remember our hypnokinky roleplaying sessions we used to perform in the past, where I would hypnotize you into acting as my sexually submissive happy housewife?”
Jillian was a little surprised that her husband had brought that up. “Y-yeah, how could I forget?” Jillian blushed with an awkward smile on her face. “I know it’s kind of been a long time since we’ve played out that scenario. I guess I haven’t asked recently since I got pretty self-conscious about how my LGBT peers would negatively react if they somehow found out about the kind of kinks I’m into. Though now that they want nothing to do with me anymore after I married you, I’ve come to realize that respectability politics haven’t gotten me anywhere.”
Jillian lifted herself slightly off of her couch seat so she could kiss the coyote over his cheek.
“I’d love to revisit our roleplaying sometime soon, but for now, I just wanna rest on our couch after such a stressful and upsetting day.” Jillian leaned her body against Cameron’s side, who lovingly wrapped his arm around her back to snuggle her.
Later that week, Jillian approached Cameron while he was cleaning some of their windows in the house. The coyote sensed his wife standing right behind him, so he temporarily stopped washing the windows so he could turn his attention to happily greet the jackal. “Hey honey, what’s up?”
Jillian was cheekily giggling as she thought back to her previous roleplaying sessions she and her husband played through in the past. “I think I’d like to take you up on your offer and have you transform me into your happy hypnotized housewife today, please.” She sweetly told the coyote.
Cameron turned back to the window to rub out a stubborn stain. “Sure thing, sweetie! Just let me finish up this task first.” Cameron continued washing the window, until he was stopped when he felt Jillian lightly tap him on his shoulder. “Hey, you can always take a break and hypnotize me into finishing up the chores for you. That’d be a good way for me to prove how much of a subby housewife I can be.”
Cameron felt a little blush creeping up over his cheeks. “Heh, that is a good idea. I’m just gonna go wash up, and then I’ll meet you up in our walk-in closet in our bedroom.” He went to wash his hands at the kitchen sink while Jillian walked upstairs to their bedroom, and then Cameron followed her up shortly afterwards.
Cameron walked into the bedroom closet and found his wife already sitting down on a small chair that had been set up in the middle. The coyote was leafing through all of the clothes that were hanging up in their closet. “I hope I didn’t misplace that dress, though it has been a while since the last time we role-played.” Cameron finally found what he was looking for, so he grabbed onto a dress hanger and lifted it off of the rack.
Cameron lowered his hand in front of Jillian’s face so she could set her sight on her polka dot-covered red dress, which he had used in the past to hypnotize her into becoming his sleepy subject. Every little dot that coated that entirety of the special custom-made dress was actually a tiny hypnotic spiral meant to help hypnotize the wearer. “Are you ready to fall deeply under my spell, my soon-to-be happy hypnotized housewife?” The coyote seductively asked his wife.
“Oh, yes…” The jackal’s eyes sparkled in anticipation. “I’m more than ready to be sent totally under your control, my hypnotist hubby.”
Cameron then started quickly twisting his wrist left and right while holding onto the hook of the dress hanger, causing the 50s-style housewife dress hanging off of it to quickly turn back and forth right in front of Jillian’s wide-open eyes. Both the front and the back of the dress were covered in several little spiral-shaped dots, and Jillian’s sight kept getting constantly bombarded by the small hypnotic spirals printed on the dress that was twisting and turning near her face.
After a few more spins, Cameron set the red dress down on the floor near the chair that his wife was obediently sitting on, and then kneeled down so he could study her mindless face. He chuckled when he saw several colorful little spirals dancing in Jillian’s eyes, repeatedly blinking and flashing in and out of existence near her pupils.
Cameron shifted his gaze down to look at Jillian’s mouth, and saw her lips curling up into a small dazed-looking smile. He brought one of his hands closer to the jackal’s mouth so he could lightly trace over her lips with his thumb, and the sensual touch quickly shot a shiver of lust down Jillian’s spine.
“That’s a rather pretty smile you’ve got on your face, wifey.” Cameron breathed near her ear, and the sensation of his low, husky voice made both of Jillian’s ears perk up in attention. “But you know what, I bet your smile can grow a little bit more. Could you do that for me, sweetie?” The coyote puckered up his lips and then planted a small kiss over his wife’s smile.
“Yes hubby, I can make my smile bigger for you.” Jillian repeated in an obedient monotone voice, making her own smile grow bigger for her husband. “I love to obey any command you give to me, hubby.”
Cameron planted a longer kiss over his wife’s lips. “Feel all your concerns and all of your worries melt away from your mind for now, leaving behind a wave of happiness washing over your brain. Smile bigger for me, honey.”
Jillian felt everything that had been bothering her lately, such as all of the biphobic comments she had received as well as her unfair banning from the local LGBT organization, temporarily evaporate from her mind. Jillian let out a sigh of relief as she was able to relax under the sleepy spell that her husband was crafting especially for her. “Yes hubby. I will smile even bigger for you, hubby.”
Cameron left a long, wet kiss against Jillian’s smiling lips, which made her heart race faster. Cameron removed his lips from Jillian’s face and brought them closer to her ear again. “Bigger…” He seductively whispered.
“Yes hubby…” Jillian was smiling so much, that her husband could see her pearly white teeth. “Being sent deep under your power makes me so happy…”
Cameron started kissing Jillian for a long time without taking a breath, for nearly a whole minute. When he removed his lips once again to study his wife’s face, he chuckled when he saw how dazed and mindless she appeared to be.
“Ohhh… I really love kisses…” Jillian happily moaned out.
“Why don’t you let me undress you, doll?” Cameron sweetly asked his wife. “Imagine that your arms are both filled with helium, and let them float up and above your head like balloons rising up into the air.”
Jillian felt her own arms rise up over her head in response to her husband’s command, which were now reaching up towards the closet’s ceiling. “Yes hubby… I’d love to be your dress-up doll, hubby…” She moaned out in a dazed monotone voice.
Cameron grabbed onto the hem of Jillian’s shirt, and then pulled the shirt up her arms and off of her body. Jillian continued sitting down on the chair with her bra exposed and arms still hanging up in the air, with a great big smile plastered on her frozen face.
Cameron was lightly fiddling with the button on Jillian’s jeans. “Are you ready for me to pull your pants off, my sweet stepford wife?”
“Yes hubby… I wanna be your stepford wife so badly, hubby…” Jillian happily admitted.
Cameron unbuttoned his wife’s jeans and pulled them down her legs and tossed them to the side. He drank in the sight of his nearly-naked smiling wife wearing nothing but her bra and panties, and then grabbed the red spiral-covered dress off of the floor and brought it closer to her body. The coyote helped fit the dress over the jackal’s body until it felt nice and snug, and then squeezed a pair of white high heels over her feet.
Cameron stepped back a few feet, and let out a little grunt of approval when he looked at his wife and saw how dazed and docile she truly was. The coyote reached out his arms to lovingly caress the jackal, and then lifted her right off of the chair so he could more easily embrace her in his arms.
“You are my happy…” Cameron began as he swung his wife in his arms in a romantic pose while stepping out of the closet back into their bedroom, turning her body around so he could hold onto her bridal-style. “…hypnotized…”
Cameron leaned his face in closer to Jillian’s face and planted a sweet kiss over her lips, pulling away to stare at his wife’s lovely smile that continued growing bigger every second. “…housewife…”
Cameron carried Jillian over to their bed so he could gently lay her down over the mattress. He crawled onto the bed so he and his wife could cuddle and kiss each other closely. “Mmm… you’re making me feel all warm and gooey inside…” Jillian happily moaned out.
Cameron was thinking about the words warm and gooey in his mind as he continued making out with Jillian, until her words gave him a great idea for a command he could issue to his hypnotized housewife. “You know, I’m kinda craving some warm and gooey brownies right now. Could you please be a doll for me and whip me up a batch?” Cameron sweetly commanded.
“Yes hubby…” Jillian responded with a happy-sounding monotone, as she climbed off of her bed so she could walk down the stairs towards the kitchen in a mindless daze. “I would love to bake up a batch of warm and gooey brownies for you, hubby.”
Cameron followed behind his wife shortly afterwards until he met up with her again in the kitchen. Jillian had already put an apron over her dress and had started mixing in several ingredients for brownies into a large bowl. She was using a large wooden spoon to start churning the brownie batter so she could pour the mixture into a pan to bake in the oven.
Cameron quietly snuck up behind his wife with a mischievous grin on his face, and then suddenly stuck out his hands around Jillian’s body and started lovingly fondling her breasts. Jillian was moaning out loud from her husband’s erotic touch, and was mixing the batter with the wooden spoon faster and faster while Cameron was squeezing her boobs harder.
Jillian was trying to concentrate on mixing the brownie batter when she felt her husband planting several little kisses alongside the entire length of her neck. “Darling, would you please take a small break from baking those brownies, so I may kiss your lips? I would absolutely adore seeing your beautiful smile.”
Jillian finally relented to her husband’s charms, and temporarily stopped mixing the batter so she could turn around to face the coyote. She happily sighed out loud with a pleasured tint in her voice and they romantically embraced each other, kissing all over each other’s faces, with Cameron paying special attention to leaving several little kisses over his wife’s smiling lips.
The two lovebirds broke free of their kiss so Jillian could mix the batter a few final times, and poured it into a waiting pan she could stick into the preheated oven. However, pouring the batter proved to be a pleasurable challenge as Cameron continued lovingly squeezing her breasts and peppering her lips with more kisses while Jillian continued working.
Jillian slipped some oven mitts over her hands, and picked up the pan so she could lean down and place the pan inside of the heated oven, with her ass sticking out near where Cameron was standing. Jillian shut the oven door and set the timer, and then let out an aroused yelp when she felt her husband grope her ass with his hands.
Jillian rose back up into a standing position and turned herself around to jokingly glare at her husband, who was whistling while pretending to act innocent. “Hmm… well, if my hubby wants to play naughty, then I’m gonna play even naughtier…” The jackal stepped closer to the coyote and firmly gripped the zipper on his pants, and pulled all the way down so she could fondle Cameron’s penis through his boxers.
Jillian lifted up the wooden mixing spoon near Cameron’s face and started waving it back and forth from its handle like a hypnotic pendant. Cameron was obediently following the movement of the mixing spoon left and right with his eyes, and felt himself slipping under his wife’s spell. Once the coyote looked entranced enough to Jillian, she stopped swinging the spoon so she could hold it closer towards his chest.
Jillian commanded her husband to remove his shirt, so Cameron instantly obeyed and exposed his own naked chest for his wife to admire. Jillian used up the small amount of leftover brownie batter that was coating the spoon by spreading a thin layer of batter over Cameron’s nipples.
She tossed the wooden spoon into the sink, and then brought her mouth to Cameron’s chest so she could wrap her lips around his nipples to suck off the brownie batter. Cameron moaned out loud from the sensation of his wife’s tongue swishing around his nipples, and felt his hardening cock throbbing in his boxers.
Jillian sensually pulled down Cameron’s pants for him and tossed them to the side, followed up by helping her husband to pull his boxers down his legs. Jillian touched her husband’s cock with her hand and gave it a nice, firm squeeze, and licked her lips when she watched his penis grow harder in her hand.
Jillian lifted up both of her hands so she could massage Cameron’s large pecs, and sweetly commanded him to crawl down onto the floor on his back. While Cameron was obediently following his wife’s order, Jillian was lightly twisting his nipples between her fingers as he lied over the floor, which earned her a happy squeal of approval from her husband.
Jillian climbed down onto the floor next to her husband so they could start passionately making out with each other. She was repeatedly squeezing Cameron’s cock harder and faster while they were kissing, which made the coyote feel like he was just about to burst.
“Ohhh… I’m gonna cum any second now, honey…” Cameron was panting in pleasure.
Jillian stopped kissing her husband and fondling his penis, and immediately stood up on her feet until she was towering over Cameron. “Oh, not so fast hubby…” Jillian mischievously giggled as she firmly pressed the sharp heel of her shoe against the head of the coyote’s cock, sealing the hole on his tip shut so that he couldn’t cum. “You see the timer on our oven?” She asked while pointing to the digital timer.
Cameron was unable to get up off of the floor, especially once his wife dug her heel harder against his cock and made him groan out in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. He had to slowly lift his head off of the floor to look at the timer on the oven, and saw that there was about twelve minutes left for the brownies to bake.
“Yes wifey, I do see the timer on our oven.” Cameron repeated back to Jillian with an obedient monotone voice.
“I’m setting a mental chastity lock over your mind.” Jillian seductively growled towards where Cameron was laying on the floor. “You won’t be able to cum until you hear the oven’s timer ring out.”
Jillian forcefully pressed her heel even harder against Cameron’s cock so she could show him who was the boss. The coyote’s eyes rolled back into his head as his chastity-locked mind was sending signals of pure pleasure to his dick, which was completely unable to leak out anything more than a few drops of pre-cum.
Jillian removed her heel from her husband’s crotch, and then kneeled back down onto the floor so she could put her lips on Cameron’s cock, gently kissing and sucking the pain away that she had left earlier. The coyote seethed out in lust through his teeth from his wife’s loving caresses of his penis using her lips and tongue.
Jillian abruptly removed her face from his cock and rose back up on her feet, and started pressing her heel against Cameron’s cock again to lightly crush it. Just as soon as a moan had escaped the coyote’s lips, Jillian quickly leapt back down onto the floor to continue kissing and sucking her husband’s cock again.
Jillian kept repeatedly changing positions by either standing back up to lightly crush Cameron’s cock underneath her heel, or by kneeling down onto the floor to lovingly worship her husband. Cameron was both moaning and groaning as he felt his lust-addled mind perfectly trapped within a limbo between heaven and hell.
Cameron felt his cock was going to explode in ecstasy as the timer had less than a minute left to go. Jillian removed her face from her husband’s crotch so she could stand back up to look at the timer. She stopped the timer before it could reach zero so that her husband couldn’t cum right away.
Jillian put her oven mitts back on her hands and opened the oven door, sticking a toothpick in the middle of the brownie pan to check to see if they were done baking. When she removed the toothpick, she noticed that the toothpick hadn’t come out clean and that the brownies were not done baking. She shut the oven door again and added a few extra minutes to the timer.
Jillian leaned back down towards her husband so she could stroke one of her oven mitt-covered hands alongside the entire girth of Cameron’s erect cock. “I’m sorry to say hubby, but the brownies are not quite finished baking. You must patiently wait a few more minutes before I can release the chastity lock in your mind and allow you to cum.” The jackal mischievously giggled.
“Oh, you are evil…” Cameron hissed out with an aroused tone in his voice. Jillian leaned back down onto the floor to kiss her husband on his cheek, and then seductively licked the same spot with her tongue.
“I know…” Jillian erotically whispered in Cameron’s ear, and then hugged his whole body tightly in her arms. She felt her husband shudder in pure lust within her loving embrace.
After a few agonizing minutes had passed by, Cameron finally heard the timer ring out once the countdown had reached zero. He instantly came out rope after rope of hot, sticky cum all over his own crotch. Jillian opened the oven door back up to stick the toothpick back in the brownie pan again, and then pulled it away to see that it came out clean.
Jillian grabbed the brownie pan out of the oven and set it down on top of the cooling rack. She turned her attention back to her husband, who saw that he was still sprawled out over the floor with a completely dazed look on his face, and was basking in his own post-orgasmic bliss.
Jillian grabbed the toothpick and knelt down near Cameron’s semen-splotched crotch. She used the side of the toothpick to scrape off a small amount of semen that was coating the shaft of her husband’s cock. “Well, my toothpick came out clean when I just tested it on the brownies. But it looks like it’s not clean when I just tested it on your cock.” The jackal giggled with a very naughty glint in her eyes. “Fortunately, I have a way of fixing that for you.”
Jillian scraped the side of her cum-coated toothpick down her tongue and then set it down near the counter that the brownies were cooling down on. She lowered her head closer to Cameron’s crotch again so that she could start lovingly licking off all of the semen that was still covering his cock. Cameron happily groaned as he felt his cock begin to stiffen up all over again.
Once Cameron came down from his post-orgasmic high and the brownies had finished cooling down, Jillian grabbed a knife to cut the brownies into little squares. Both her and her husband sat down at the kitchen table and enjoyed munching on some yummy gooey brownies together.
Later that evening, both Cameron and Jillian were sitting next to each other on their couch watching a show off of a streaming service on their TV. Cameron had one of his arms wrapped around his wife’s back so he could pull her closer to him in a loving embrace, while Jillian was leaning in closer to her husband’s chest so she could cuddle him.
The show they were watching was rudely interrupted by an intrusive set of ads, which made Jillian groan out in annoyance. “I swear, these constant ads always come in at the most random times during this show. I would’ve signed up for the ad-free subscription, but it costs five dollars more than the ad-supported version.”
Cameron turned his attention away from the TV screen to look over at his wife. “Honey, you don’t sound all too happy.” He teasingly acknowledged.
“Well, of course I’m not happy. These constant ads are so obnoxious, and I get bored with nothing to do aside from being forced to wait for these ads to end.” Jillian complained, albeit with a semi-joking tone in her voice.
Cameron was thinking of a solution to Jillian’s problem while rubbing his chin back and forth with a hand. “You know, I’ve got something in mind you could do during these ad breaks.” He started to suggest.
“Really? Like what?” Jillian curiously asked.
“Well, you could rub my tired, aching feet for me, like the good little wifey I know you are.” The coyote started peeling off his socks to show off his bare paws to his wife, and then gently stretched his paws out over Jillian’s lap. “Besides, I know how much you like my feet.” He teased.
Jillian tore her gaze from the screen to look hungrily down at her husband’s paws casually resting over her lap, with an increasingly horny smile playing across her face. The jackal slowly licked her lips as she stared longingly towards Cameron’s plump toes. She tried to quickly wipe the drool away from her mouth so that Cameron wouldn’t notice. “Um… w-what are you talking about? I don’t like your feet that much.”
Without saying a word, Cameron began wiggling his toes. Jillian tried turning her attention back to the TV screen so she could ignore the movement of Cameron’s toes, though she kept shifting her gaze to sneak peeks at her husband’s paws. The longer she stared at his feet, the more she felt herself falling deeply under a sleepy trance as her eyes carefully traced every little wiggle of Cameron’s toes.
“You don’t need to feel embarrassed by your love for my feet.” Cameron punctuated every word with another little wiggle of his toes. “Please submit and reward me with a nice and soothing foot rub, my sweet stepfordized wife. I promise it will make both you and I very happy.”
“You are right, hubby. I don’t need to feel embarrassed about having a fetish for your feet.” Jillian answered back in an extremely docile voice, right before grabbing onto one of her husband’s paws with her hands to begin firmly yet gently rubbing it. “I will dutifully rub your tired feet for you, just as a good little wifey should do.” Jillian’s smile grew to a massive size as she obeyed Cameron’s suggestion.
Jillian was happily rubbing her husband’s feet as the long ad break continued streaming, while Cameron sat further back on the couch to relax. Cameron was letting several little moans of pleasure escape his lips, especially when he felt his wife rubbing each and every one of his toes in her hands.
When the ad break had finished playing and the show they were watching had resumed, Jillian stopped massaging her husband’s paws and turned her attention back to the TV. Both her and Cameron continued cuddling each other on the couch.
Only a few minutes had passed by when yet another ad break had interrupted the show, agitating Jillian further. She turned her attention back to her husband so she could complain that the repeated ad breaks were adding up to be longer than the actual show itself. However, she was completely caught off guard when she saw Cameron leaning against the arm of the couch, openly posing both of his bare feet for his wife to admire.
Cameron chuckled when he saw Jillian’s face droop back into a dazed look as she mindlessly stared towards his wiggling toes, with a small trail of drool dripping down the side of her mouth. Jillian obediently climbed on top of the couch cushions onto her hands and knees. Cameron lifted up one of his paws and pushed it closer towards Jillian’s face, and used his big toe to helpfully wipe away the drool leaking from his wife’s mouth.
Cameron then used that same big toe to lightly tug the left side of Jillian’s lips until it was beginning to curl up into a smile. He then lifted up his other paw and shoved it near Jillian’s face, and used his other big toe to tug on the right side of Jillian’s lips until she was flashing her husband a big happy smile.
Cameron began lightly tapping one of his big toes over the center of Jillian’s lips. “Knock knock, anyone home?” Cameron teasingly asked his wife, who let out a little giggle in response. “If you open up your door, I’ll let you lick my toes if you’d like.”
“Oh yes, hubby…” Jillian was moaning out loud. “I would love to lick and suck on your toes for you, hubby…” Jillian opened her mouth up long enough for her husband to shove one of his big toes inside, who swished her tongue around in every direction imaginable so she could suck and lick Cameron’s big toe to her heart’s content.
When Jillian noticed that Cameron’s other big toe was hovering and waiting near her face, she spat out the toe she was currently sucking so she could wrap her lips around Cameron’s other big toe. She was practically panting and sucking in raw intense need as she felt her arousal building up inside of her like a bubbling volcano that was just about to burst.
When Cameron had shoved both of his big toes inside of Jillian’s mouth and stretched out both sides so that she was beaming a huge smile at him, Jillian finally came out loud as she continued bathing her husband’s toes with her tongue.
After basking in her own post-orgasmic bliss for several minutes, Jillian finally allowed Cameron’s big toes to slowly fall out of her mouth. Cameron carefully wiped away any excess saliva that his wife had left behind on his toes. Jillian’s tongue was slowly spooling out of her wide smiling mouth, letting out a little moan of approval while growing a cute goofy grin upon her face.
“Heh, you’re the only one I know who can cum just from worshipping someone’s feet.” Cameron teased with a sweet tone in his voice.
“Awww, shut up.” Jillian teased back with a laugh, as she returned her hands to her husband’s paws to continue rubbing them more, no longer paying attention to the TV show regardless if an ad break was playing or not.
The following morning, Jillian was on her hands and knees on the floor, vigorously trying to scrub away a stubborn stain with a thick rag that had been soaked in a bucket of soapy water. She was wearing her favorite french maid outfit that Cameron helpfully picked out for her after hypnotizing her yet again.
Cameron was casually sitting on a chair by the kitchen table, holding up a newspaper in front of his face while occasionally taking a sip of coffee from his mug. Every now and again, he would turn his attention away from his newspaper to shoot his sexy wife a look of approval, while letting out a low seductive-sounding growl.
Jillian stopped scrubbing the floor for a brief moment so she could look over at her husband, and felt her heart instantly melt upon seeing Cameron staring at her in lustful approval. She flashed him a warm inviting smile and then turned her focus back to the floor to continue scrubbing it.
Jillian turned herself around on the floor so that her ass was facing Cameron. She slowly pulled up on the lower part of her lacy outfit to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The coyote peeked away from the newspaper he was reading so he could drink in the lovely sight of his wife’s sexy shapely ass instead.
Cameron tossed his newspaper onto the table, and then hopped off of his chair so he could walk up to where Jillian was kneeling on the floor. Cameron commanded her to turn herself around so that she was staring directly at his crotch. The coyote unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off of his legs, right before he pulled down his boxers to expose his massive throbbing cock near his wife’s waiting mouth.
“Hey wifey, why don’t you lube me up with your tongue so that I can ram that nice big ass for you?” Cameron seductively swung his hips back and forth to make his hard cock bob left and right. Jillian was mindlessly following the movement of his cock with her eyes while panting heavily in lust. “I’m sure doing so will make you incredibly happy.”
Jillian suddenly excitedly lunged forward on her hands and knees and enveloped the head of her husband’s cock with her mouth, quickly swishing her tongue around in little circles to make sure she properly lubed up the head. Cameron was happily grunting and moaning as he felt his cock stiffen in his wife’s mouth with every little lick she made.
Once the coyote’s thick cock had been sufficiently lubed enough, he commanded Jillian to remove her lips from his penis, who happily and mindlessly obeyed with a loud audible pop heard coming from her mouth. Cameron then leaned down and gently placed his hands upon Jillian’s shoulders, and with her permission, firmly pushed her body around on the floor in a circle until her ass was aiming towards his crotch again.
Jillian was patiently waiting for her husband to make the next move, and gulped out in pleasant surprise when she felt him push his thick cock right up her asshole. Cameron pushed himself further inside of his wife and brought his muzzle closer to her ear to seductively whisper inside of it. “Better hold on tight, my sweet stepford wife.”
Cameron began thrusting in and out of Jillian’s ass, while the jackal was happily giggling when she felt her husband plant several little kisses across the entire length of her neck. “I love you so much.” Cameron whispered in her ear, which made Jillian swoon out loud.
Cameron lightly slapped his wife over her ass while he continued thrusting in and out at the same time. “I love how obedient you are towards me.” Cameron firmly yet lovingly groped the spot he spanked on her ass, which made Jillian hiss out in intense pleasure as she felt her husband massage away the light pain he had left behind on her butt cheek.
“I love keeping you under my power.” As soon as Cameron had whispered this admission inside one of Jillian’s ears, he instantly came out loud and squirted out several long sticky strands of hot cum up his wife’s asshole. Hearing her husband’s low husky voice sweetly whisper in her ear when she was right at the cusp of her pleasure, made her also cum out loud right after Cameron had finished squirting his massive load into her ass.
Once Cameron was able to pull his increasingly flaccid cock out of Jillian’s ass, he rose back up on his feet and commanded his wife to roll over onto her back while he towered over her. Jillian was looking straight up at her husband while laying across the floor, mindlessly following the movement of her husband rocking his hips and making his cock swing back and forth above her face.
“Feel your mind plunge even further into the deepest recesses of a sleepy and dazzling trance…” Cameron was intoning like a seductive stage magician, as several drops of semen were dripping down from the head of his cock like a leaky faucet. “Catch every extra drop of cum that is leaking from my freshly used penis inside your mouth, savor the taste and allow every drop to bind your mind further to my will.”
Jillian obediently opened her mouth so she could allow every drop of cum to splash against her tongue. “Yes hubby… my master…” She shivered in lust.
Cameron stopped swinging his cock so he could sit down on the ground near where his wife was laying on her back. He looked down upon her face and chuckled when he noticed how truly dizzy and dazed Jillian appeared to be. He reached a hand behind her head and stroked his fingers through her soft hair for a few moments, and then used that same hand to gently yet firmly push his wife up into a sitting position right next to him.
“I want you to pretend that you are a damsel in distress that has been kidnapped by a large dragon and held hostage in a giant tower. Imagine that I am the dashing hero who has just rescued you by slaying the dragon and freeing you from the tower.” Cameron took notice of Jillian’s growing smile as her imagination started kicking in. “You want to repeatedly kiss me over every inch of my body as a reward for rescuing you.” The coyote commanded.
As soon as Cameron snapped his fingers, Jillian suddenly lunged towards her husband so she could start peppering his face with several little kisses. “My hero… my hero…” Jillian was moaning and praising her husband in between every kiss she left upon his lips and the rest of his face.
Jillian tore her lips away from Cameron’s face so she could start planting several kisses over several other parts of his body, such as his well-toned naked chest. “My hero… my hero…” The jackal was happily moaning as she traced the outlines of the coyote’s abs with her lips.
Jillian pulled her face away from Cameron’s sexy chest, so she could lower her lips to his cock to repeatedly kiss it. “My hero. My hero. My hero. My hero.” Jillian’s praising was developing such a monotone, it sounded like she was chanting an obedient mantra that revealed how truly brainwashed she had become.
Cameron felt his cock getting hard all over again, and when he looked into Jillian’s eyes, he gave a silent nod of approval when he saw that his wife’s eyes had become so dazed and glassy-looking, that he could see his own cock head reflected within her mindless gaze. Jillian decided to crawl down onto her hands and knees as if she were obediently bowing in front of her husband’s thick cock.
“My hero. My hero. My hero. My hero.” Jillian continued chanting towards her husband’s penis, with her pupils having shrunk to the size of tiny hypnotized pinpricks.
Cameron grasped onto Jillian’s hands with his own. “Honey, you ready for another round? ‘Cause I sure as hell am.”
Jillian slowly nodded her head up and down to show Cameron that she consented, while she continued repeating “my hero” over and over again in a monotone mantra. Cameron got so excited that he suddenly slammed his wife onto her back on the floor, pinning her hands to the ground while they both fucked each other for what felt like forever.
Cameron’s cock twitched every time he heard Jillian call him “my hero” in her hypnotized monotone voice. When they both came out loud at the same time, Jillian was screaming out the words “my hero” at the top of her lungs in pure orgasmic bliss.
Once they had both calmed down from their intense sex, Cameron grabbed some nearby kitchen towels that he dampened with water, and helpfully wiped away the mess that was coating a large part of Jillian’s body. After he used some more towels to clean himself off, Cameron found Jillian’s housewife dress and helpfully fit it back over her body, while she continued moaning in post-orgasmic joy.
Cameron reached down to scoop up his wife in his arms, and then carried her over to their couch bridal-style. He gently set her body down across the length of the comfy couch, and then went to grab his wife’s smart phone and a list full of phone numbers he had written down, and placed both of them in Jillian’s hands.
“Hey honey, I was thinking that I will continue cleaning up the house for you. You can just lay back and relax on the couch, and call up all of these phone numbers of your friends that I’ve written down here.” Cameron explained to Jillian while thumbing down the list he had handed to her. “All you’ve gotta worry your pretty little head about is talking to your friends on the phone while I finish the chores.”
“Ohhh…” Jillian moaned out the last of her post-orgasmic bliss away. “But I wanna finish the chores for my hubby…”
Cameron sweetly laughed over how obedient his wife was acting. “Awww, but you’ve been working so hard lately. It’ll be my treat.” Cameron told his wife, and then whispered a few words into Jillian’s ear, explaining that this was to be a message she would share to everyone she was about to call. He then kissed her cheek and returned to the hard-wood floor to continue cleaning it.
Jillian read and then dialed the top phone number that had been written down on the piece of paper her husband had slipped her, and lifted the phone up to one of her ears with a dazed and mindless smile on her face. When the person she had called answered the phone, she cheerfully greeted them and repeated back what Cameron had whispered for her to say.
After their conversation was finished and she hung up, Jillian had already forgotten what she had talked to her friend about, though her subconscious mind had remembered what her husband had told her to say to everyone she called. She consulted the list again and called up the second phone number that had been written down, and the entire process started over all over again each time she called up another number.
A few days later, Cameron mentioned to Jillian that he was planning on putting together a ‘special surprise’ for her, and had kindly asked her if she could make a short trip to town so he could set up the surprise in secret. Jillian agreed, and decided to drive to a local coffee shop she liked in town.
She ordered her favorite coffee and a small pastry at the counter in the shop, and carried her items back to her car after she paid for them. Jillian was munching on her pastry in her car in the coffee shop’s parking lot. After she was done eating, she started driving back home while taking the occasional sip of her coffee.
Jillian decided to turn on the radio so she could search for a song she liked. Though before she could change the channel, the host of the radio station she was currently listening to was interviewing someone she used to know at the local Pride event.
The interviewee was boasting to the radio host that they didn’t allow bi women to bring their boyfriends or husbands to the event, and if they truly wanted to be there, they had to leave their partners behind at home. This radio interview was triggering some nasty flashbacks in Jillian’s mind over how she had been treated poorly by others in the LGBT community and got unfairly banned.
Jillian’s previous good mood had instantly soured the more the interviewee was complaining about how much she hated bi women who were in relationships with men. Although the radio host hadn’t explicitly agreed with the woman’s biphobic rantings, Jillian wasn’t happy that the host hadn’t even bothered trying to call out her hurtful words.
Jillian soon parked the car in her garage near the house, though she was so upset by what she had just heard on the radio, that she didn’t even feel like leaving the driver’s seat of the car. She felt some tears start to stream down her face as several intrusive self-loathing thoughts started forming in her mind.
Cameron had seen his wife drive her car into the garage through a window. However, a decent amount of time had passed since then, and Cameron was a little worried that something was wrong. He decided to step out into the garage to see if Jillian needed help with anything.
Cameron noticed that Jillian was still sitting in the driver’s seat of her car, so he figured that she was probably talking to someone over the phone. Cameron was going to go back into the house until Jillian was ready to come back inside, until he realized that she had a really sad look on her face, and was practically slumped over the steering wheel.
Cameron decided to slowly open the car door for the passenger’s seat, and sat down right next to his wife. He reached out a hand so he could start softly stroking one of Jillian’s hands to comfort her. “Honey, what’s wrong?” He soothed to her.
After several moments with no response, Jillian eventually turned her head to the side to look at her husband’s concerned face. Cameron could see how tear-stroked Jillian’s face was. “Sweetie… I’m sorry… I’m not feeling all that great right now…”
Cameron continued softly stroking his wife’s hand. “Jill, you don’t need to apologize for anything. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Look, it’s just-“ Jillian buried her face in her hands. “I was listening to the radio while driving back home, and what I heard was a painful reminder of why… why I…” Jillian wiped a few tears away. “Why I’ll always be viewed as worthless in the eyes of the queer community…” She softly added in a sad voice.
Cameron was going to try to explain to his wife that she wasn’t worthless, though she had interrupted him before he could get in a word. “And if anyone from that organization were to ever somehow find out the kind of kinks that I’m into… I’ve probably flat out killed any chance I might ever get accepted back into any LGBT communities.” Jillian was clenching her fist because of how angry she was at herself. “What the hell was I even thinking?”
Cameron leaned his head closer over to where Jillian was sitting so he could sweetly nuzzle her cheek. “Your kinks don’t determine who you or anyone are like.” He tried to comfort her. “And whoever you love doesn’t change your sexuality. You’ll always be queer.”
“Then how come you’re one of the only people I know who actually believes that?”
Jillian’s blunt question caught Cameron off guard. “I… I don’t really know.” He honestly admitted. “I wish I had an easy answer for that.”
Cameron then remembered why he had stepped out into the garage in the first place. “Hey honey, remember how I told you this morning that I was gonna put together a special surprise for you?” He sweetly asked.
“Y-yeah… I remember that…” Jillian struggled to choke out.
“Well, I think my surprise just might help you out with your current situation.”
Jillian wiped away some more tears. “R-really?” She asked with a bit more of a hopeful tone in her voice.
“Yeah… really…” Cameron opened his car door and hopped out of his seat. He walked around the front of his car until he approached the car door on the other side where Jillian was sitting. He opened the door and helped his wife out of her seat.
Cameron helped lead Jillian to the door that connected their garage to their house. He was standing behind his wife with his hands covering her eyes to keep her from seeing the surprise right away. Once they both reached their kitchen, Cameron removed his hands from Jillian’s eyes, which had opened wide in awe over what she saw.
Jillian saw a big beautiful banner painted with the same colors as the bi flag, that had been strewn up across the ceiling of the kitchen. Underneath the banner, a small group of her and Cameron’s friends had gathered up, friends she recognized as being some of the only people she knew who were supportive of her and her identity.
“Surprise!” Cameron and the small group of friends cheerfully greeted Jillian.
Jillian started to tear up again, but this time she had happy tears in her eyes. “Hun… what’s this?”
Cameron embraced his wife in his arms. “Well, I was thinking since they won’t allow you into Pride, that maybe I could bring a piece of Pride to you.” He explained.
Jillian was genuinely touched by her husband’s actions. “Honey, this is so sweet of you.” She started to realize something as she looked over at all of the party guests. “Wait a minute, didn’t I talk to these guys over the phone recently?”
“Yeah, you did.” Cameron cheekily admitted. “The last time I hypnotized you, I slipped you a little post-hypnotic command to call up all of our friends and invite them over to our house for a little bisexual surprise party. Of course, I had to command you to only subconsciously remember you called our friends to keep this party a secret.”
Jillian blushed over her husband’s explanation. “Wow… I knew I was suggestible, but I had no idea my suggestibility could be so intense…”
Cameron hugged his wife again. “Listen, I know this probably wasn’t the support you were expecting to get, though I hope it’s enough to help you feel at least a little bit better about yourself.”
Jillian returned her husband’s hug and kissed him on his cheek. “Hubby, this is perfect. I don’t care if most of the support I get comes from your guy friends. I’m just happy to be surrounded by people who care about me and support me for who I am.”
Both Jillian and Cameron held each other tightly and kissed on the lips. After they broke the kiss, Jillian noticed out of the corner of her eye that one of the party guests was an anthro cheetah, who she recognized as one of the few people at the Pride event she had brought Cameron to who was sympathetic to the mistreatment that she and her partner had received.
The woman, who was named Cindy, was a vendor who designed and sold her own custom-made Pride-related clothes on websites such as Etsy. Jillian and Cameron had both attended her booth where they all had a very friendly and pleasant conversation with each other. Jillian had bought a pair of special fuzzy socks made up of purple, blue, and pink colors. After the purchase, Cindy had handed Jillian a calling card with some basic business info such as the name of her Etsy shop and a phone number.
Cindy was the only person other than Cameron who had provided Jillian with some comfort after she was shamed into leaving the event. Cindy remembered she had given Jillian the calling card, so before Jillian left, Cindy mentioned to her that she could call her number and talk to her over the phone whenever she was feeling blue.
Jillian felt a little guilty that she had forgotten about Cindy after she was banned and admitted her guilt to her, though Cindy kindly told the jackal that she didn’t do anything wrong and there was no reason to feel guilt. Now that they had gotten to know each other a little more during the surprise party, Cindy realized that she hadn’t given Jillian her latest special custom-made gift yet. “Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband asked me to make a custom dress for you. Hold on, I’m gonna go get it for you.”
Cindy stepped into another room of the house where she had set down a gift bag earlier. She picked up the bag and walked back over to where Jillian was standing and handed it to her. Jillian excitedly tore out the gift tissue paper that had been stuffed inside the bag and pulled out her present.
Jillian gasped with delight when she realized she was holding onto a dress that looked just like the housewife dress that Cameron had her wear during their roleplaying sessions, except that this dress was a bright blue color instead of red. The entire dress was covered in several little polka dot-like spirals just like her other dress, except all of the spirals had the same purple, pink, and dark blue colors as the bi flag.
Jillian was turning the dress around in her hands so she could openly admire how special it looked. “Thank you so much! I love the design!” Jillian hugged the dress against her chest. “I can’t wait to wear this.”
“I’m so glad you love it!” Cindy cheerfully told her, and then remembered something important she wanted to tell her. “Oh, I want to let you know that I decided to stop selling my merch at that Pride event, because I refuse to publicly support an event that treats so many queer people like you in such an awful way.” Cindy admitted to Jillian.
“You don’t have to do all that.” Jillian answered back with a concerned voice. “I don’t want you to lose any potential sales because of me.”
Cindy reached out a hand and gently placed it over Jillian’s shoulder in a comforting way. “Hey, you don’t need to worry about that. Most of my sales are from online orders anyways.” Cindy explained to the jackal. “Besides, a few less sales is a risk I’m willing to take to stand up for what I believe is right.”
Jillian gave Cindy an appreciative and friendly hug. “Thanks, that really means a lot to me.”
Cameron had brought out a batch of brownies he had recently baked while Jillian was gone, and he and Jillian happily shared them with all of their party guests. Jillian embraced her husband with a tight hug while happily munching on a brownie. “Thank you, hubby… for everything.” She told him while more happy tears were streaming down her face.
“Awww, you don’t need to thank me for anything.” Cameron blushed. “I’m just doin’ what any good hubby would do.”
When the party started winding down, all of the party guests started saying their goodbyes to Jillian. Before she left, Cindy shared some tips with Jillian on some more bi-friendly LGBT events she had heard of that weren’t too far from where she lived, so she could connect with some other queer women who were in a similar situation as herself.
Now feeling far more confident in who she was and how she identified, Jillian excitedly shared with Cameron her new plans on bringing him to several LGBT events, happy to find a stronger community willing to support and stand up for her.