Beca leaned into her vanity mirror, straightening the jacket of her lavender suit as best she could as she fixed her hair. After the couple saw the bill for renting the venue, Beca had since decided to save some money by doing her own hair for the big day.

 

It didn’t take her long to regret it.

 

Just about everything else had come together without incident. The florist arrived right on time with precisely what Chloe ordered, the caterers came twenty minutes ahead of schedule with more food than they paid for, and the photographer had been on site since the night before to make sure nothing went wrong on his end.

 

Things were even remarkably tame with the guests! Beca’s mother promised she’d behave herself, Chloe’s parents were taking a leisurely stroll by the pond, and Carol was… well, Beca didn’t know exactly where Carol was, but Beca chuckled slightly to herself when she surmised that Hannah was probably off having some hypnokinky fun with her sister.

 

Well, at least they’re probably not making a scene, Beca thought.

 

She was about to get her shoes on when she heard a muffled, yet familiar voice outside the dressing room door.

 

”It’s ok, I just need a quick minute with my bride-to-be. Go get a drink, it’s open bar!”

 

Eyes bulging wide, Beca turned toward the door just in time to see it opening. In a panic, she ran behind the privacy screen and turned to face the far wall.

 

”Chlo! We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony. Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride?”

 

Chloe entered the room, and unbeknownst to Beca, she was looking absolutely radiant with her hair and makeup already done, and was already wearing her wedding dress.

 

Chloe moved toward the privacy screen and said in her signature breathy tone that she reserved for their playtime, “and what are the rules for the hypnotic mistress…?”

 

Beca released the tension in her shoulders and gave a playful exhale as she stood up and turned around to face Chloe. “You know, those rules were made in a period of history when - wow…!”

 

Beca let out a gasp, completely at a loss for words as she saw her beautiful bride. Chloe, meanwhile, simply stood there and enjoyed the moment. Even after all this time, she still took Beca’s breath away…!

 

After a moment, though, Beca shook her head slightly to shake herself out of her reverie.

 

”Oh, but now our families won’t get to see me make that face when - oh…”

 

Beca was cut off by Chloe pulling her pocket watch from a discretely woven pocket in the folds of her dress.

 

Chloe held it up in front of Beca’s eyes and began to swing it.

 

”It’s okay, babe - you’re not going to remember this, anyway…”

 

Beca’s eyes immediately locked onto the pocket watch as it swayed back and forth before her.

 

”That’s right. You’re so wonderfully conditioned for me, sweetie. Just watching it swing back… and forth… from side… to side…”

 

Beca’s eyes quickly glazed over as her facial muscles became loose and still. Just as Chloe said, years of conditioning had left Beca essentially helpless to Chloe’s pocket watch.

 

Just like Chloe said… 

 

”We’re starting the rest of our lives together today, Bec, and we’re going to do it right. Just watch my watch and sink… submit… surrender… deep sleep, Beca,” Chloe said, snapping her fingers.

 

Beca’s body crumpled down into the seat behind her, melting quickly into the soft cushions as Chloe leaned over and begin to whisper.

 

”Listen to me very closely…”

 

 

 

 

The mid-day spring sunlight poured through the windows as the assembled guests ambled in to take their seats. Carol, maid of honour, stood at the front of the processional, alongside bridesmaids Cara and Hannah. On the opposite was Chloe’s brother, Seth, and her two cousins. Look, I’m not gonna give too much detail about Seth and the cousins - we’re not gonna hear from them and they’re really not important to the story, ok? Moving on…

 

Beca, meanwhile, stood at the front of the aisle, completely at ease. 

 

 

Just as Beca let that errant thought fade away, unfinished, she snapped herself out of it in time to see everyone stand as the music began to play.

 

Chloe and her father stepped into the room, slowly walking up the aisle in time to the beat - Chloe’s father looking proud and dignified in his custom tailored suit, Chloe looking radiant and beaming with joy.

 

Beca, meanwhile, stared transfixed as the love of her life approached the altar. While outwardly, her eyes shone with love and affection as she watched Chloe walk up the aisle, a very different thought process was happening in her mind.

 

 

Beca watched Chloe’s father take his seat as Chloe joined her at the altar. As the officiant began the ceremony, and Chloe held Beca’s hands, the assembled masses all saw a couple deeply in love. Little did they know that Beca was being deeply conditioned and brainwashed, right in front of their eyes…!

 

Gazing adoringly into each others’ eyes, the ceremony moved along flawlessly, Beca’s mind filling with mantras of servitude toward her bride the entire time.

 

 

Even though Beca knew every word of the officiant’s speech - she helped write it, for God’s sake - her mind and thoughts were focused entirely on the mantras and conditioning being implanted in the deepest levels of her subonscious by the clever, mischievous hypnotist standing before her.

 

My God… I’m being brainwashed… I’m being brainwashed… at my own wedding…!

 

A warm, soft rush of arousal flooded through her entire being at the thought of how profoundly she was being affected by her hypnotist - in front of everyone she cares about, no less!

 

Distantly, Beca became aware that it was time to give their vows. As Chloe began to speak, Beca discovered something wonderful: somehow, by some process that she couldn’t fathom, she was suddenly experiencing two simultaneous realities playing out before her. On the one hand, she was standing at the altar, listening as the love of her life pledged her undying love, vowing to honour and cherish Beca, forever staying by her side.

 

At the same time, however, Beca was also acutely aware of a second reality. As Chloe gave her vows, Beca hallucinated Chloe’s eyes begin to spin like spirals as her bride pulled the pocket watch out of her dress and began to swing it before her eyes. Everything else faded to black around Chloe as Beca saw herself kneeling down before her hypnotic Mistress, powerless to resist the Goddess she knelt before.

 

Before she knew it, the time came for Beca to give her vows. Just as before, she found herself in two places at once. One part of her was pledging herself to her bride until death parts them, speaking of love, fidelity, and partnership. The other part of her remained on her knees before Chloe. Beca’s lavender suit jacket and blouse shimmered for a brief moment, then faded away, to be replaced by a golden slave bikini top. Just as it materialized on her body, her pants had followed suit (heehee pun!) with a matching golden bikini bottom taking their place. The ensemble was completed by matching bangles on her arms and a tramp stamp showing Chloe’s pocketwatch laid over a spiral, the latter glowing with a seemingly mystical energy.

 

A metal collar wrapped around Beca’s neck, with a spiral-shaped key still remaining in its lock. Beca felt her hands removing the key and handing it to Chloe. As she did, the collar morphed to include a ring in the front, with a leash attached, Chloe holding its end. Beca could feel the spirals spinning in her eyes as a small tag produced itself on her collar reading, Property of Mistress Chloe.

 

Beca smoothly, gracefully found herself snapping out of her double reality and back to the altar as the officiant declared, “may it now be known that these two women… are married!”

 

The assembled guests, completely unsuspecting, stood up in thunderous applause as the happy couple shared their first married kiss. After the kiss ended, Chloe leaned in and whispered into Beca’s ear, “you’re all mine now, pet. Now and forever.”

 

Beca automatically replied, “Yes, Miss. Now and forever.”

 

It took everything Beca had to hide the massive wave of arousal that shot down her spine…

 

 

 

 

Chloe led her wife to the dance floor for their first married dance together. The DJ played Etta James’ At Last as Chloe held Beca close, leading her hypnotized bride in step to the romantic ballad. Chloe gazed lovingly into Beca’s eyes, the image of a lovesick, deliriously happy bride for her friends and family. Only she and Beca - and maybe Cara and Hannah, too, I’ll have to ask about that later, Chloe thought to herself - knew that Chloe’s gaze was holding Beca completely spellbound, filling Beca’s mind with images of submission and servitude.

 

A few short minutes later, the dance came to an end and the crowd burst out into cheers and applause. Chloe took advantage of the sound to whisper into Beca’s ear, “Helpless Beca feels a mild wave of submissive arousal every time someone congratulates us tonight.”

 

 

 

The reception was a wonderful celebration of love. Chloe and Beca sat at the head table, listening to speech after speech given by friends and family. Chloe beamed her million watt smile as Beca tried her damnedest not to squirm as guests unwittingly ramped up the pleasure coursing throughout Beca’s body. Luckily for Beca, she was all too practiced in pretending that everything was normal in a scene involving public play. Of course, this was, by a wide margin, the biggest public play scene she’d ever experienced, but Beca handled it like a pro.

 

The happy couple floated through the reception as the perfect pair: laughing, hugging their guests, cutting the cake, dancing like the night would never end. Chloe felt supercharged all day long - between the ecstatic high of marrying the woman she loved and  dominating Beca in front of all their friends and family, Chloe was radiant with joy.

 

Beca, meanwhile, was every bit as happy. After all this time, she and Chloe were finally married - not only legally bound, but also hypnotically owned by her wife and mistress, till death parts them. She found herself absently touching her illusory collar as the submissive bliss grew with each congratulation offered. By the end of the evening, she felt completely and utterly owned… and she didn’t want it any other way.

 

 

 

The lights were dim as the couple entered the honeymoon suite on the top floor of their hotel. They both let out a blissful sigh as they took in the opulent space before them: the biggest, softest bed they’d ever seen; the marble-clad bathroom complete with hot tub; the shockingly large television mounted on the wall, which made Beca chuckle inwardly, as if they were gonna spend any time watching tv, and which made Chloe chuckle inwardly as it’d be perfect for spirals; and the gorgeous view of the moon shining over the countryside off their spacious balcony...

 

The suite, however, despite the three-months’-rent splendour of it all, was largely forgotten as Chloe, still in her wedding dress, pointed to the floor in front of her. Beca let out a needy whimper as she fell to her knees before her hypnotic bride.

 

Retrieving her trusty pocketwatch from the dress’ hidden pocket, she began to swing it before Beca’s eyes. Beca immediately felt her eyes lock onto it, unable to avert her gaze even if she wanted to.

 

”Tell me what you are,” Chloe ordered.

 

”I am your hypnotized submissive,” Beca murmured. “Your wife, your slave, your plaything, now and forever.”

 

”Now, and forever. Repeat,” Chloe stated.

 

“Now, and forever.”

 

”Keep repeating it, dearest.”

“Now and forever. Now and forever. Now and foreverrr…”

 

“Keep repeating and strip, sweetie, feeling the intensity of your submission growing tenfold with each article of clothing you remove.”

 

Beca slowly, languidly shedded her clothing as Chloe drank in the sight of her hypnotized wife. Before long, Beca kneeled before her bride, completely nude, while Chloe remained in her wedding dress.

 

Chloe leaned against the wall as she lifted her watch up once again and put it to work. Chloe didn’t say a word - she knew she didn’t have to - and gently raised Beca’s arm up high. Carefully wrapping the watch’s chain around Beca’s fingers, the hypnotized woman knew what she had to do. 

 

“Recite your mantra, sweetheart,” Chloe crooned.

 

”Yes, Miss,” Beca sighed as she swung the pocketwatch before her own eyes. “I serve my mistress, now and forever. I serve my mistress, now and forever…”

 

Chloe used the time to slowly, carefully, remove her wedding dress, revealing the lacey white lingerie she wore underneath. Reclaiming her watch, she hung it around her neck and led Beca to the centre of the bed. Chloe instructed her to lay down on her back. She took her rightful place over top of Beca, knees on both sides of Beca’s head.

 

Looking down at her conditioned, brainwashed, completely hypnotized and subjugated wife, she gazed into Beca’s eyes, further pinning her down. 

 

“All those naughty thoughts you had today, thoughts of submission, servitude, domination by your wife, feel all the pent-up arousal coming up now, Bec. Feeling more and more aroused, but you can’t move that body at all right now. Not only can you not move, you can’t cum without my permission. You know it. I know it. Now, worship me, feeling every lick on that needy little pussy of yours. You feel triple the pleasure you give me!”

 

Chloe lowered herself over Beca’s face, both partners feeling rapturous pleasure as Beca’s tongue got to work. The horny hypnotist could feel it - Beca was worked up! Every lick, every caress was needy, desperate, compounded by the vibrations of Beca’s moans reverberating into Chloe’s body.

 

Chloe knew she was going to cum soon - too soon. Allowing herself to dissociate for a moment, she retrieved her pocket watch from around her neck and began to swing it in front of herself. Increasing the force of her lace-covered thighs on Beca’s ears, she temporarily restricted her wife’s hearing so she could do what she needed to unimpeded.

 

She began to speak aloud, ”I need more pleasure than usual to orgasm. I am raising the threshold for my orgasm. I need double the pleasure to orgasm…”

Chloe watched her watch and recited her improvised mantra as she rode her hypnotized bride’s face. Chloe felt the bar being moved, still awash in the pleasure; but, she no longer felt her orgasm approaching. She knew that she could push the envelope that much further.

 

Beca, meanwhile, was virtually feral with pleasure as she went to town on Chloe. Her tongue seemed to almost vibrate as she licked, sucked, and kissed her hypnotist’s soaking pussy. Her face was covered in Chloe’s juices as her hypnotically bound body radiated with pleasure.

 

The pleasure spiked again and again as Chloe put the watch back around her neck and clamped her thighs around Beca’s head.

 

”Fuck… fuck… I’m cumming! CUM HARD NOW!!!!”

 

Chloe frantically grabbed a pillow and thrust it into her face as she threw her head back, screaming into the pillow with orgasmic ecstasy. Every nerve, every cell of her body was alit with pleasure as Beca’s tongue kept dutifully working away on Chloe’s cunt. Chloe lost all control of her body as she spasmed time after time after time, grinding into Beca’s face.

 

As Chloe screamed through the hottest orgasm of her life, Beca’s hypnotically trapped body convulsed in place - every muscle shaking and quivering with pleasure as her hair became increasingly matted into the mattress beneath her. Chloe’s body effectively muted Beca’s impassioned screams of pleasure as Beca rode wave after wave of hypnotic bliss, rewriting her mind into permanent bonds with her wife and mistress.

 

Chloe collapsed onto the bed beside Beca, breasts heaving and body covered in sweat. As much as she wanted to go for a ride again, she felt a heavy fatigue overcoming her. Plus, she knew they had all the time in the world for round two…!

 

 

 

She had barely enough time to release Beca from her hypnotic bonds before falling into a deep, blissful sleep, her wife succumbing moments later.

 

As the couple quickly drifted to sleep, their minds shared a brief moment of contemplation: it was the perfect day. Everything was exactly as it should be, and marked the perfect first day of the rest of their lives. Both partners fell into a profundly deep, blissful sleep, without a care in the world. They were both truly, truly happy.