It had all started as all good things do: with an MP3 file and a pair of cat ear headphones.

Sure, all kinks had to start somewhere. But River had no idea how far they’d go with this hypno fetish stuff! His girlfriend, Avery, had devoured the content voraciously, something he’d known about for as long as they’d been sharing their erotica. So many stories and pictures and videos of hotties and cuties trapped in a spellbound somnambulance, given instructions to perform, cravings to sate, even thoughts to have. Slowly, he’d been integrating that content into his own masturbation routines. Then they’d gotten off together, looking at the same stuff. Then…well, one thing led to another…

He’d been nervous at first; he wasn’t exactly a super dominant guy after all. Short for a guy at around 5’7 and a little timid, he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to exercise the kind of calm but authoritative presence that being a hypnodom required. But she’d been patient with him, giving him pointers and adjusting his presentation. Ironically, there were even some audio files that had helped boost his confidence. And now he could put her under and make her scream his name with the snap of a finger, just the way she liked.

Of course, River’d be lying if he said the sight of his perfect, pretty girlfriend totally under his control didn’t get his engine going too. The power of telling her she was a princess or a puppygirl or a nurse and her totally believing it…it was intoxicating! So when she’d told him, point blank, that they’d be doing something much more intense when she came home from work this Friday Afternoon, he’d had to keep himself from pacing a hole in the carpet.

Last week, she’d told him to whip up a special file. They’d experimented with custom files before for little things, like giving her a propensity to giggle when she saw the colour pink, or play with her hair when she was thinking. But this time, she said to go all out. Pull out all the stops, dig straight into the good stuff.

She wanted a file to make her into a dizzy, cutesy housewife.

His phone buzzed. His excitement made him nearly lose his grip on the device, entering his password and reading the text message.

*Package inbound. Get ready!*

“Package?” he said, a feral smile crossing his lips. Another costume, perhaps? Oh he couldn’t get enough of the last one. He’d asked to fuck her while dressed as a magical girl several times, once even while she wasn’t even hypno’d. It had been so hot, just lifting her pleated skirt and going to town. Just the memory made him stiffen in his track pants and old concert tee, his default work-from-home clothes. Not sexy, but then again, he wouldn’t be the one on display today!

A knock at the door. River took a moment to rearrange his junk before going to greet the poor, unwitting delivery person. They’d left the package on his door, and he snatched it up, unable to help giving it a shake. Something rattled from within, but the rest of the noise was muffled. Clothes, likely. Another sexy outfit? He could only hope!

*Package arrived!* he confirmed, a few moments later, he got back-

*Open it up! I’ll be home soon. Project meeting’s running long.*

He frowned.

*Don’t you want me to wait?*

*Nah, go ahead. There’s a little something extra in there too, if you catch my drift ;)*

River chuckled to himself. God he had the best girlfriend! He was practically licking his lips when he sliced open the packaging and threw open the cardboard. Inside was an outfit, but not one he was expecting.

Wrapped up in a neat bow was what looked like a traditional shirtwaist dress, the kind you might see in a 1950s sitcom. It was pink, with white polkadots and buttons. It was pretty though. And the fabric was silky smooth! Must have cost a fortune. He caught himself feeling up the sleeves before taking out a safety knife and cutting it free of the little ribbons that kept it in place. But as he unfurled it out of its box, he noticed something strange about the outfit. It wasn’t her size! In fact, it was much larger.

He texted her to let her know that something about the shipment was wrong, that it was easily three sizes too big for her. As he played with the skirt, however, an object fell out of the wrinkled fabric.

It was a bright pink chastity cage.

River blushed. That was a new one. They’d never talked about chastity play before. But how could he be the dom if he wasn’t allowed to get an erection?

His phone buzzed again. He was still examining the little plastic cage, opening his phone up with his off hand. Absently, his eyes roamed over to the screen to see her response.

*Don’t you worry your Pretty Little Head about it, sweetie*

His eyes froze. Everything about his current train of thought exploded into little pink sparkles. He smiled broadly, unashamedly, for the first time in a long time. All the weight of the world seemed so far away, and the only thing he could focus on was just how cute this dress was! He held it up to his shoulders, like he was trying it on at the shop before buying it. Funnily enough, it looked to be his exact size!

*Haha, okay!~* he sent back, really struggling to find the tilde button. They always had to hide it!

*Why don’t you try it on? You know we both love playing dress up together* she sent in reply. That was…partially true. He’d never been the one in the costume, though. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t up to trying it out! With a giddy thrill of doing something naughty, he stripped out of his yucky, bland clothes and tried slipping on the dress. It was a little snug, but then he remembered the buttons! Laughing at his silliness, he tried again, this time unbuttoning the pink garment before slipping it around his shoulders. Success!

*Done!* he texted, a little proud of putting on his very first dress.

*Good Girl*

The words hit River like they were a shot of a literal drug. He moaned out loud, causing him to clap a hand around his mouth afterward in total shock. What was getting into him?! Before he could wonder further, however, he got another text.

*Did you put on everything in the box?*

He looked back to the chastity cage. It looked so small, barely enough room for his cock when it was fresh out of the shower, let alone if he was excited. Which, looking down at the tent in the fabric, he very much was.

*I don’t think it’ll fit…*

A pause, then a reply.

*That’s alright sweetie. You can focus on your chores for now.*

He tilted his head. *Chores?*

*Of course! Housewives always do their chores, don’t they Princess?*

His fingers moved on the phone before he knew what they were doing.

*Of course, hubby! Dishes first!*

Hubby? River thought he was the husband! But he looked down at the text message he’d sent, he’d just called Avery his hubby. But what did that make him?

*Thank you, wifey~* came the answer, and the reply, and his little heart surged with joy. He was the wife! Of course! But…he shook his dizzy head lightly, trying to form a coherent web of thoughts. He was…he was River. River was a pretty name, but he was a boy…but the text said he was also a wife. Also: new information had just come in that said he was a good girl too. It was very confusing! For now, he decided to just go with what felt good. Maybe his hubby would clear it all up later.

The first chore he had to do (ugh, chores!) was the dishes. It was just last night’s pasta preparation and the two plates, thankfully not a laborious task. With a sigh, he ran the tap and got out the dishwashing liquid. But as he squirted some soap onto one of the messy plates, he discovered something peculiar.

Whenever he did something to further his goal, he felt a flicker of pleasure. Not a huge parcel of endorphins like he’d gotten from the texts from Avery, but a little smidge, a little glimmer of bliss. He carried on to wiping the plate clean under the hot tap, and it was like connecting to a drip feed of puppies and pink frosting. He quickly cleaned both plates, the forks, and got deep into the pans that needed scrubbing. And they needed scrubbing! He pulled out a pair of dainty gloves that they’d gotten at the dollar store but never used. Wouldn’t want to ruin his nails! Wait, his nails? He pulled the glove back. Oh my gosh, they were a mess! That would have to change the moment he got his chores done!

Soon the dishes from last night were all done and sparkling and on the drying rack…but he wanted more. He opened the cabinet and looked at row upon row of clean plates. Surely there must be something still left on those! He carried them over to the area next to the sink and got to washing!

Plate after plate fell to his persistent cleaning mania, all while the strange pleasure seeped into his spine and made it tingle. The bulge in his pretty dress didn’t go away. If anything, it got worse! He was washing plates in a frenzy, rock hard, and couldn’t have been happier.

Relenting as the last dish they had finally fell to his cleansing clutches, he regretfully determined that the dishes had been done. Slipping off the gloves, he went back to text Avery the good news.

*Good Girl* she replied, then *You may open the second box now*

It took a long moment to come down from the euphoria of the first message to read the second. A slight stain had appeared in the front of the pink skirt. Oops! Must have spilled some water down there!

*Second box?* River asked, getting a little excited at the prospect of more dresses!

*It’s under the bed. Put on everything inside, then go do the laundry. Do you understand, honeybunch?*

He nodded. Then, dimly realizing she couldn’t see him nod, followed up with an actual *Uh huh!* to let her know he understood! Gosh, two whole packages? How lucky a wife was he?

As he ascended the staircase, something tickled at the back of his mind. Something was telling him that this was wrong somehow. This was roleplay, he countered. It was different from actual life! He remembered lots of times they’d roleplayed together, and how much fun it had been. But in all his memories…hadn’t he been the one in charge? Hadn’t she been the one wearing the pretty outfits?

He reached their bedroom and pulled out the box he found there. It must have been from the same company as the first. How long had Avery been planning this, he wondered. With barely any restraint, he tossed it open upon the bedspread and peered in. At first, he was disappointed. It wasn’t a new dress! But as he pulled out the gaudy tissue paper covering the contents, he realized it was something much more fun!

Inside was a set of lacy underwear: bra and panties, specifically, fitted just for him! And underneath it…a pair of long white socks and some pretty pink flats to match!

He opened up his dress for a moment, suddenly reluctant to take it off entirely. Settling for letting the top half fall, he worked to reverse engineer how he’d taken off Avery’s bra on many occasions to put his own on. When the last hook slipped into place, he felt a sudden…presence, on his own chest. He squeezed himself, and gasped! It was like his nipples had become super sensitive! Maybe these really were breasts this whole time, and he’d been just exposing them to everyone whenever he went to the pool! Blushing, he turned to the panties.

These were more difficult than the bra, but for a completely different reason. They were specialized panties for cuties with a little extra between their legs, but even then, his rock hard cock was not cooperating. He whimpered pathetically, trying to fit the cute clothes around his cock but it kept slipping out!

*Honey…my panties won’t fit!* he sent, completely without shame.

*Oh no! Did you put on your pretty pink cage?*

*No, that didn’t fit either.*

*Sweetie, only bad girls don’t follow their instructions…you don’t want to be a Bad Girl, do you?*

His fingers stabbed at the letters N and O so fast the screen nearly cracked.

*Then,* she sent after too long a wait, *You’re going to need to make your little thing get small enough to slip it on*

The screen filled with hypnosis videos, sent one after the other in a chaingun stream of mind-melting content. Each featured a Good Wife just like him, utterly blissed out and obedient. Appended at random intervals were words like “Good Girl” and “Obey Your Husband” and, most importantly, “Touch Yourself”.

That was all the permission River needed! Lifting his skirt, he stroked himself into a frenzy, his other hand keeping the stream of hypno porn in direct eyesight at all times. This time, unlike any other, he imagined it was him on his knees for his hubby. His eyes staring blankly at a swinging watch. His ass presenting and ready for inspection as an enormous cock pressed against him and threatened to take him completely.

*I’m close.* he told her, reacting to some unknown stimuli that made it imperative to ask permission before climaxing.

*Yes, but only inside your panties* she replied. He groaned, seizing his fresh, barely out of the store garment and pressing it to his cock. In moments he was debasing it, corrupting its wholesome softness with thin ropes of girly seed, his masturbation session apparently not long enough to shoot anything but a few pathetic squirts. It was enough to make him cry out though, doubling over as if he’d just had the best sex of his life…directly into his own underwear.

But, as the orgasm faded out, he noted with pride that his cock was shrinking! He put on the rest of his clothes, feeling the dirty panties slide against his flesh, then slipping on the socks and shoes, only to bolt downstairs just in time! He quickly slipped the parts of the cage on before he could start feeling tingly down there again, clicking it in place. A part of him relaxed, safe knowing that his erections were no longer out of control. He didn’t have to worry about that, at least for a little while. He played with the cage, watching his imprisoned shaft wiggle. So cute!

He hustled to the next room to get to work. The laundry had been piling up, after all! The dirty stuff was almost done, so some quick shoves and lifts got the washer on the go. But when it came to emptying the side-loading dryer, a part of him…lingered, on the act. He thought about bending with his knees, like he ought to. But something told him it would be hotter if he bent with his back. If he bent in such a way to show off his rear…

He did so, and grinned. What if Avery was here to see this? Him bending over and showing off his ass like a total perv. He turned to the full-length mirror they had down here and tried it, looking over his shoulder to watch. Devoid of context clues and familiar features, there was a cute person wearing a pretty dress trying to get his attention. His nethers stirred, then halted, as the plastic prison proved too much for him. He showed his face to the mirror, biting his lip seductively. More twitching, as his own antics tried to get him hard…

Realization dawned on him gently. Oh, he realized, he was under a hypno spell! It was the only explanation for all this strange behaviour on his part, but…he couldn’t quite remember how or why he’d been so thoroughly programmed! This was critical information, he knew, but the more he thought about it, the less it mattered in the moment. As he strained his overtaxed brain, trying to think, that demure hottie in the mirror was waiting for him. He pushed the thought aside, flipped up his skirt, and did a silly little dance to entertain his equally slutty reflection.

Only the lure of more tasks got him back from being a flirt. He left the mirror with a wink and an air kiss and dived straight into folding clothes. He remembered that it had once been such a boring job. But the same joys he felt washing dishes transferred over to the laundry! As he got started, he couldn’t stop! The individual folds left a little to be desired….he was kinda bad at it normally. So he folded all the clean clothes a second time, this time slowly, savouring every crease and twist to make it a project worth being proud of!

As he sectioned off their clothing onto either side of their couch, where they lay out the laundry normally, a sense of sadness lingered. Avery always had such cute outfits. Such pretty dresses. Such gorgeous blouses! And when he looked at his clothes, they all looked so drab. So colourless! Greys and blacks and dark blues, with a smattering of whites and a single red shirt. It just wouldn’t do! Briefly, he imagined throwing away all the boring clothes and picking out some new ones at the mall. Maybe with Avery! She always had such good taste, and she picked out the pretty dress he was wearing! They could go to the nice ladies at the counter and ask for all the prettiest dresses in his size and golly his heart nearly burst out of his chest!

He had to calm down! A little excitement could go a long way! He flopped onto the couch in the space between the two sets of clothes, fanning himself like a Southern Belle in distress. A quick inspection of his panties let him know that he’d actually started leaking into them somewhere around rolling up the socks and folding the last of the towels. Chores were just a little too fun, he surmised, and flicked the skirt back down, smoothing it out. With a start, he dashed back up the stairs to fetch his phone. Drat! The one thing dresses needed was pockets!

*Finished folding!* he announced proudly. Then, after a little while-

*Good Girl! You’re doing so well! You earned another box. Check behind the dryer.*

Obediently, River went over to where she’d indicated, pulling out another package. This one was a different colour, and slightly smaller. But opening it up on top of the washer, it was proven to him that sometimes great things come in small packages!

Inside was his very first makeup kit! It had lipstick, and eyeliner, and blush, and all the amazing wonderful things that pretty cuties wore when they wanted to feel extra cute and pretty! And besides that…he gasped! Inside the box was an actual set of earrings…and a pearl necklace!

*OMG* was all he could manage, fumbling with his gifts totally unsure where to start

*You’re very welcome. Just follow the instructions with the makeup and take your time. The earrings are clip ons for now, we’ll get your ears pierced later, okay sweetie?*

He nodded again, this time totally forgetting she couldn’t see that. Taking a cue from her text, she tried the makeup first. Inside, next to the box of cosmetics was a little primer on how to makeup your face for the first time!

River took the box to the bathroom and followed the instructions as best he could. With his brain so full of pink cotton it was difficult to focus on hard words like “contour” and “accentuate”, but the pictures were really helpful!

First, a shave! Warm water and a razor made quick work of his stubble. He hummed the whole way while he softened his face to look smooth and pretty, masculinity melting off his skin and sliding down the drain. Then he got to work with the serious business! Foundation and concealer, just like the pictures showed. He got a little turned around after this, so he skipped straight to a ridiculous amount of blush, some quick smokey eyeliner, followed by what else but some ruby red lipstick! River’s eyes locked onto the pretty cutie in the mirror as he went round and round with the red tube of cosmetics, making a kissy face at his own reflection at the end.

He brought the jewellery to the bathroom mirror too, just so he could watch himself clip it into place. As the necklace slid around his neck, he looked upon the gorgeous knockout in the mirror and wondered just where the hell this cutie had been all his life?!

Phone rumble! Hubby! Thankfully, the phone was in the box this time. Golly, she needed a purse ASAP!

*How’s my special girl?” she’d asked.

*All pretty!* he sent, then snapped a goofy selfie. She hadn’t asked for it, but he’d done it all the same.

A pause. Then another. Then a third. Oh no! Where was she? Where was hubby?!?!?

*Sorry, had to pull over. Nearly rear-ended someone looking at your gorgeous bod* then, after another beat *Slight exaggeration*

*Haha, you’re so silly!*

*Next task is the last, but the most important: dinner! Wives cook for their husbands, remember! All the ingredients are in the fridge, just pull ‘em out and put ‘em in the oven.*

*Okie dokie! Drive safe and see you soon!* The only task left was dinner! Yay! How hard could it be!

Then River remembered: he was terrible at cooking! How was he going to be the Best Wife Ever if he could barely make a salad without burning it?! A critical question that occupied all his attention all the way to the kitchen. There, he got to work with trepidation, pulling the covered aluminum pan from the fridge and peeking underneath.

A trussed roast and fingerling potatoes! Oh my god! That’s amazing! How the heck was River supposed to compete with that?! He set the full meal aside and began taking out things from the fridge, mostly condiments, looking for a way to salvage this disaster! Surely there had to be enough to make a meal of his own in there somewhere…

He paced, as he usually did when anxious, trying to gameplan out a five star meal for two. As did, however, he noticed that one of the cabinets, the one with all the complicated mixing stuff they had used once then never again, was slightly ajar. He opened the door to reveal…a fourth package!

“Oh my…” he gasped. Oh no! He’d skipped ahead before he’d earned it! Hubby would be mad for sure!

Everything was fine, he said, trying to calm himself. It was just an accident. And...I mean, he had been a good wife this whole time…what’s the worst that could happen?

With a quick look from side to side to make sure he wouldn’t be caught out, he lifted the top off the fourth box to see what pretty accessory he’d find next.

There were two items within the box. One, a belt and strap contraption that looked to hook around someone’s waist. It connected to a rainbow coloured dildo, with a little ring around it meant to snap in place to the harness. The second was much smaller: a tapering glass cone with rounded edges, coming to an abrupt end in a gorgeous, glimmering jewel that looked to him like a real life diamond.

His Hubby had bought a strap-on…and a Princess plug!

River didn’t know what to do. He’d broke sequence and now he was staring at the end-game cinematic, wondering just what the heck had happened! His fuzzy brain churned with all kinds of thoughts as he came face to face with what Avery planned to do at the end of the night…but what he ready for that kinda thing?

He stood the larger toy on its base. It didn’t look like a real cock. Besides the colour, obviously, it was far too big! Easily eclipsing his own five inches of fun at his largest size. Its feel was somewhat similar, firm yet pliable, but there was no warmth to it. He stroked the shaft just to feel its texture. Strange, but not…unpleasant.

A dirty thought emerged from the sea of chatter, like a lone whale from a pod breaching the surface.

“What did it taste like?” he wondered.

Normally there’d be guardrails to keep from just going forward and following through on that thought. Don’t stick your tongue on strange phalluses was a good rule anyone should follow normally. But all bets were off with the tapes running through his head. He opened his ruby lips and gave the toy a tentative lick.

It tasted like…cherry? His eyes exploded. Cherry was his favourite flavour! He latched onto the faux dick and sucked on its tip, hard, then dragged his tongue along its sides to get more of that gloriously fake cherry taste. The kind you get from cheap knockoff candies and awful sports drinks, the kind that just screams artifice. Some aldehyde or ketone spiked and slathered over your tastebuds until they’ve forgotten the real taste and all they know is sweet, salacious cherry bliss.

Amid this debauched and depraved behaviour, his eyes found the other thing in the box. The plug. It had been meant for him, he knew that right away. But the prospect of just sticking something inside himself, just like that, without approval? It was a little…bad.

“Bad Girl,” he mouthed around the fat cock pressed against his lips, “Naughty Girl~”

He slid his panties down just a smidge and pressed the glass toy against his cute little hole. Ah! Too tight! But he wanted to be a Good Wife for his Hubby. So he tried again, but not before laying a huge dollop of spit on the end. That’s how it worked in the pornos at least!

This time was a little easier. It slipped in and out just fine, but this was his first time playing with such things. He was nervous about getting it out again. But it felt nice…nice to play with his rump like that…he lost himself in a haze of delirium as the programming to obey instructions and cook dinner ran headlong into a recursive loop where River was a Good Girl if he liked to play with his bottom, and he was a Good Girl if he served Avery’s cock. So he chose to be twice the Good Girl and play with both, eventually letting the plug slip in of its own accord and focusing on giving the dildo in front of him the sloppiest blowjob on record, its rainbow surface smeared with dozens of little lipstick marks until it was a complete mess!

The minutes, like his caged cock, dripped away totally unnoticed, until at 6:31, his husband finally arrived…

***

It had been too long a day as Avery left her budget sedan and walked toward a house that still, technically, belonged to someone else. Mortgages were a racket. Full-time jobs were a racket. The whole world had conspired to run a series of cons, all to trip her and her’s up in increasing documentation and red tape.

So it was with some relief that she slid the front door of her modest house open to see just a sparkling set of dishes in the drying rack, clothes neatly folded on the couch and ready to be put away, and overall a sense of love and care that had been poured into the home since she’d taken off that morning, having set a series of events into motion that she’d been planning for at least a month.

The torn evidence of the first box lay on the floor. She frowned. He’d ought to have at least cleaned that up, or else what kind of dizzy housewife was he? She strolled into the kitchen to see how dinner was fairing, only to see…well, not exactly a shock, but certainly a surprise.

Her boyfriend, now wife, had lost himself sucking intently on the fake phallus she was planning to use on him after supper. He was in the pretty pink dress she’d bought for him and wearing the sluttiest face of makeup she’d ever seen in her life, an appearance that made her giggle with genuine enjoyment. He noticed her arrival, finally, and with a sloppy popping noise, he pulled his lipsticked lips off the strap-on to turn a dizzy smile to her.

“Welcome home, hubby!” he said in his best demure voice, “I’ve been practicing with my lips! But…oops! I forgot to cook!” River actually slapped both of his hands against his face and make a shocked O with his lips. God what a ditz, Avery thought, then smiled at just what a wonderful job she’d done on him.

The ingredients for a roast dinner were sitting on the kitchen counter, nowhere near the oven. She sighed. Maybe too good a job.

“I can see that. How was your first day as a hypno housewife?” she asked earnestly, sitting down at the table while she worked her shoes off.

“It was amazing! I didn’t understand what was going on at first, why I was acting so silly. But by the time I was doing the laundry I figured it out! But…I don’t get it…when did I get all these hypno instructions?”

She smiled, leaning over the table to pat his head like one might a beloved pet. “You silly goose, you were being programmed this whole time! All the hypno porn I sent you, all the instructions on how to be a good dom, it was all preparation and induction, laying the groundwork for the main event! By the time you were in love with being the hypnodom, you were deep under my special spell.”

River’s eyes went wide. Then, he giggled. “Oh my gosh! You’re so smart! I never even saw that coming!”

She winked. “That’s alright. For now, I’ll do the thinking for the both of us,” she said, patting her lap. He slipped out of his chair and sat down on her. They kissed, something he initiated but she was only too glad to follow up on. “What do you say we skip the main course and go straight to…dessert?”

Avery’s hands roamed all over his sensitive body, squeezing and touching him in places that made him quiver and gasp. Her fingers found his Princess plug, plunged firmly into his tight hole. She played with it a bit, making River moan oh so pleasantly.

“B-be careful,” he said, heart all a flutter, “I’ve never…I mean…I’ve never made love with my bottom before…”

Avery laughed uproariously, causing the boy to blush. Then, she leaned in until her breath tickled his ear.

“Don’t you worry your Pretty Little Head about it,” she whispered, feeling his whole body relax, “Brides are always nervous around their first times. Just go upstairs, lay on the bed like a Good Girl, and I’ll handle the rest.”

And so he did. Keywords ringing in his ears, he skipped up the stairs and flopped onto the bed, knocking over the pretty box that had held his underwear and shoes in his haste. Trepidation made him squirm a bit. This was gonna be so different to any sex he’d had before! His cocklet struggled to break free in its pretty cage to show just how excited he was, but it was helpless against its restraint. Eventually, it gave up, settling on a dull tingle that nevertheless occupied much of his currently limited brainspace.

Emerging from the bedroom door stood his girlfriend, but also his husband. The mighty dildo she’d strapped on was still covered in his lipstick marks, he noticed with a mild blush, and was still slick with saliva. Save for that, she was naked. Her gorgeous body looked all the more complete with the toy between her legs, he thought. But instead of pouncing upon him like a feral animal and seizing his body, she merely took in the view.

“Before we go any further, I thought I might let you know exactly who is responsible for our current situation,” she began, stroking her erect toy.

“Mmm…it’s you, wasn’t it?” River asked with a smile, “You’re just so smart and powerful. I love my hubby~”

A quick shake of the head. “Nope. I didn’t write this particular program.”

A moment of confusion. “Huh?”

Avery walked over to the catgirl headphones on the nightstand, the ones they’d used this whole time to plant hypno triggers in her. “Remember these?”

“Of course! Those are your special headphones!”

She shook her head. “No, silly. They’re yours.” And with a flourish that a Las Vegas magician would be envious of, she opened up the nightstand’s drawer to reveal an identical set of headphones. “I’ve been enjoying our hypno sessions a lot, don’t get me wrong! But I figured it was time to let you in on the fun. So, I had you write a housewife hypno file for me. And, if you recall, I told you to Go Wild.”

Memories flashed in his mind, like roadsigns down a road at night. Typing up the script. Reading it out loud to her. Uploading the file. All the programming, from Pretty Little Head to Good Girl to even how good it felt to do chores, all were aspects of the file he’d written to slide into her mind. But here he was, presenting himself like he was a housewife in heat, totally ensnared in the hypno spell of his own making!

“Ngh…but that’s…but I…” A thousand ideas fought to express themselves in his mind. Confusion, outrage, denial, they all crammed themselves into his throat to be spoken.

“But…what?” she asked, stepping closer. Her hands plucked the set of headphones that had been on the nightstand’s top. His headphones.

“But, like…aren’t I the dom? Aren’t I the guy?” he asked, voice so full of insecurity. She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepted and returned.

“Are you? Didn’t you enjoy this? Didn’t being my pretty little housewife fill you with joy?” More kisses. She straddled him, the strap-on sliding next to his chastity cage and utterly dwarfing it.

“Yes, I mean, no, but…” Two sides of his personality fought for dominance, or submission as the case may be. All the expectations of the world, all his preconceptions, they all clashed against the simple joys and pleasures of being this version of himself. Of being sweet, and pretty, and oh so submissive.

“But what, dear? What’s keeping you from saying you enjoy this? That you want more? I can tell,” she touched the cum-stained front of his panties, making him quiver, “That you love this. That you crave this. That you wanted this all along. So tell me…what’s standing between you, and being my Perfect Pretty Housewife?”

With slow, deliberate motions, she pulled the headphones open and moved them into position. But she kept them there, not letting them close around his ears, until he said the words she needed to hear.

“...I guess there’s nothing…” he mumbled. That wasn’t good enough.

“So if there’s nothing in the way, what does that make you?”

“I’m…I’m a Housewife?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not A Housewife dear. Try again, I know you can do this.”

He bit his lip, struggling with feelings just aching to come to the surface. Finally, in a rush, the words exploded out of his mouth. “I’m YOUR Housewife! I’m your Perfect Pretty Pink Housewife oh gosh oh jeez I wanna feel so good!”

Avery closed her eyes and soaked that admission in. Fuck, it was like fine wine. No wonder why River had liked being the dom so much.

“And you will, sweetie. You will.” She settled the headphones onto his ears, brought up the audio player, and keyed the special crescendo sequence at the very end of the file. The five-minute loop of reinforcing commands and looping binaural pleasure cycles that’d help seal in some of that programming for next time. But she kept the volume low. It’d just be in the background, painting the walls of his mind a pretty pink colour. The focus would be her, his husband.

She withdrew the Princess plug with care, then lubed him up good. His hole winked at her as the programming rattled around in his open mind. A part of that was training him to see anal pleasure as equivalent to vaginal pleasure. Something he’d been intending to do to her, no doubt. River had always been a bit of an ass man. Well, he still was focused around asses. It just wouldn’t be her’s on the menu tonight.

She lifted his legs up, tugging up his panties just enough to reveal his tight rear end. He looked positively delectable, still wearing his socks and flats. It made it look like he’d just lost control in the middle of the day and had thrown himself on the bed, ready to be plowed! Which is pretty much exactly what had happened…after a fashion.

“Ready, my dear?” Avery asked, looking into his eyes with all the love in the world.

“Mhm!” River confirmed, blushing enough to be seen through his makeup.

She took it slow, obviously. Without sensation from the toy, she’d have to rely on the feedback from her hypno bound wife. He gave a soft ‘aah!’ followed by a quick, spasmodic tightening of his hole, biting his hand. Yep, he was ready.

“Relax, sweets,” Avery said, then with a grin, “That’s just my cock, dear. It’s nothing to bother your Pretty Little Head about. Relax. This’ll feel good soon, I promise.”

He nodded, the strain leaving his face. His muscles relented, and she inserted herself further. He moaned, feeling penetration for maybe the first time. Guys were always such wimps when it came to considering how good getting fucked felt.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. Despite the hypno, she still kept in mind this was his first time and wanted it to be an enjoyable one.

“It’s…different,” he said, a little dreamily. He looked down at her. “Oh gosh…you’re inside me!”

“That’s right!” she replied, beaming with pride like he’d just gotten a hard question right for her on a quiz. She eased herself backward until she was nearly out once more. “Would you like me inside again?”

He nodded. Another push, this time farther. His hands balled up the bedsheets and bit his lower lip, but didn’t cry out in pain. Another cycle. In and out. Slowly, the tension in his face and body ebbed. His muscles relented, allowing easier access. They got into a rhythm that was slower than when she was on the receiving end, but she felt she was pushing deeper inside his body that he’d ever gone. It helped that her toy was simply much larger, and that she didn’t have to worry about stamina.

They continued, growing with confidence and speeding up their pace until soon, surprisingly soon, the tension in River’s face returned. But this time, it wasn’t struggling against the insertion. This time…he was trying to hold back.

“Use your words, Princess,” Avery said, digging in the knife a little while she plunged herself deeper.

“Ngh…hubby…oh hubby…I’m about to…gosh!” He was struggling to find the right words in his cutesy dictionary. But he still needed to beg for release, like a Good Girl ought to.

“Then if you can: do it. Milk yourself for me, like a good wife.”

She flipped him up and around until he was riding her, legs slid down at her sides. It took a little thought, but he realized he was in control now. He would have to rock his hips to reach orgasm, all while staring into the eyes of his gorgeous husband/girlfriend.

And so, he did. Awkward at first, his thrusts into her strap became strong, needy plunges as the pure cravings his body possessed brushed aside his demure facade. His hips rocking from side to side with the thrusts to coax out every sensation, every little rub and touch of her toy inside his body. He homed in on his own prostate, and soon little ribbons of clear fluid were dangling from the chastity cage’s tip.

“Nghgh…I’m so close…I’m so close!” he chanted like a wife possessed.

“Then do it! I wanna see you cum like a girl. And when you do, you’re going to lock in this memory like it’s the first time you ever had sex. And you’re gonna come back to it…over and over…touching yourself to the moment you made yourself my wife.”

“I’m your wife!” he agreed, bouncing and shaking as his climax raced up to meet him. “I’m your wife! I’m your pretty pretty wiiiaaaah!”

He came, losing his focus and slamming hard down onto her strap. Submissive cream oozed out of the chastity cage as his eyes rolled back in total ecstasy. Avery focused on every little moment of this amazing scene, capturing it for her own later enjoyment. Her boyfriend, head full of housewife hypno, creaming himself on her strap while declaring himself to be her pretty, pretty wife.

It was perfect.

***

Cleanup took a lot of time. The mess he made, not so much. They made chastity cages to be washed, after all. But the care that River needed after cumming his absolute brains out was substantial. She held him close, smooched him, and switched the headphones over to a gentle dispelling file they’d worked on together. No matter how deep they were both under, this file would help them back to the surface. And so, still wearing a pretty dress and lost in her arms, the regular version of River emerged.

“Well, that was…intense,” he said, clutching her just a little closer. It was one of those things where you want to give someone a hug but you’re already hugging so you have to settle for hugging a little tighter. Avery reciprocated.

“Can’t argue there. How are you feeling? Not too subdroppy, I hope?”

He shook his head. “No, no…the file helped. And your snuggles, obviously. I guess I’m just trying to come to terms with what happened. Whatever I thought you were planning…it wasn’t what I expected.”

Avery kissed him on the forehead. “I know, dove, I know. But importantly, did you have fun?”

“I think so,” he said, smiling slightly, “It was a surprise, but I knew what I was getting into when we started hypno stuff. I guess the turnabout is fair play. Gosh, that was something.” He reached down and felt his rump, likely still a little sore from their encounter.

“Did you just say gosh?” she asked, and then giggled when he blushed. “You did! You did say gosh!”

“Okay fine, I did. I guess some of it’s still knocking around my brain.”

She waved it off. “That’s alright. Remember the catgirl file? I was purring when I felt relaxed for weeks afterward! God, that was an embarrassing car ride.” She said, and they both shared another smooch. “I guess we’ve been in each other’s shoes now.”

He looked down at his own pink flats. “So to speak.”

“I’m a size 5, shut up, those won’t fit me. Anyways, my final question is: would you do this again? Be my sub?”

He looked to the side, where the bedroom had its dressing mirror. He saw himself, runny makeup, outfit half off, totally tangled in his girlfriend’s loving arms. And…although it had been not what he’d planned for, he can’t deny that the loss of control had been fun. The surrendering to the programming, the obedience play, and the moment she’d took him…he visibly shuddered as the memories came back in crystal clarity. And most of all, the look on her face when she came home to him in his pretty dress made up all for her pleasure. All for her to play with.

“I…I could see myself doing it again. Maybe after the next couple seshes we could swap it up. Wouldn’t mind seeing what other outfits my butt looks bonkers in.”

She squeezed him tighter than before, filling the hug with as much affection as her body could give. Then, inching back just a little, she pressed her lips to his ear.

“Good Girl.”