Secret Lover
by TempleSiren_NULL
Secret Lover
By TempleSiren_NULL
Beauty and love were both laid before me. My wife opened her legs and the glittering moistness that birthed my children opened before me. Every pale wrinkle on her breasts, every stretch mark on her belly, the slight bags under her eyes as she smiled… It was all in service of our love.
No one ever looked more beautiful to me.
I practically dove on top of her. My arms snaked between her back and the bed and she arched upwards so that I could complete the embrace.
The fact that this only pressed her tits further into me was a bonus.
I embraced my wife and entered her. The familiar wetness was as welcoming as ever. Fuck everyone who thinks moms have loose pussies. Anyone who’s tried it clearly knows better.
My wife’s pussy was like a vice on my cock. Years of kegel exercises all channeled into her love for me. As I thrust, it was like a massage on my dick. With every squeeze, I’d shiver and my wife would smile even wider.
I couldn’t wait to fill her with my seed. I could feel my orgasm building already.
“Not yet…” she whispered in my ear and I felt her pussy relax. “You’re so tense… let’s enjoy this a bit longer…”
I looked at her smiling face. The same cute smile I fell in love with all the way back in high school. This wonderful, beautiful, perfect woman… She was smiling because I was happy.
I was so happy with her.
DING.
I froze at the sound of my phone. That notification… It was for…
“Your Mistress?” my wife asked with a coy look on her face.
I smiled and nodded.
Her beautiful face leaned close to mine and I felt her kiss my cheek. Her pussy squeezed me one more time for good measure as her lips found my ear.
“I don’t mind... Go have your fun,” she whispered breathily. Goosebumps blossomed over my body.
“You sure?” I asked. She had always been comfortable with an open relationship, but we always prioritized each other first. I didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied.
“I’m sure,” she whispered again before lightly nibbling on my earlobe. “I know you haven’t seen her all week. Go have your fun.”
She kissed me one more time before putting her hand on my chest and lightly pushing me off.
“I’ll take care of myself. Go let her hypnotize you. Just promise that when you get back tomorrow morning…” she wrapped a hand around my cock and started jacking me off.
My cock was still slick with her juices. Her hand was gliding along the underside in just the right way.
“Just make sure you tell me every detail while you rail me from behind tonight.”
God I loved her.
“It’s a deal,” I said as I gave her nipple a quick pinch. She gasped and gave me a playful slap on the ass. Then, she finally stopped, made her way to the bed, and pulled out her phone; surely looking up her favorite yaoi doujins.
It was all I could do to pull my pants over my erection as my wife got herself off just ten feet away from me. I swear, she was moaning louder than normal just to tease me.
I’d have to get her back for that tonight.
* * *
As I drove to Mistress’s house, I reflected on how amazing this arrangement was. Sara was the perfect wife. Loving, caring, beautiful and truly as enamored with me as I was with her. We share the same taste in music, in movies, in food, and almost every other little thing in life. I can’t believe how lucky I was to have found such an amazing person at such a young age.
But as much as we have in common, we’re not the same person. There are things she likes that I don’t and there are things I like that she’s just not into.
Sara loves being outdoors. She loves hiking and camping and just being outside. While I’m not adverse to the great outdoors, insect life seems to be adverse to me. The first time I tried camping with her I was completely eaten alive by mosquitos.
In much the same way, there’s something I love that she just can’t enjoy.
Hypnosis.
Sara and I are both natural subs. While the thought of her swinging a pocket-watch in front of my face absolutely drives me wild, it’s just not something she can enjoy. And she’s tried. Lord above knows she’s tried.
But I can’t get into it when I see how uncomfortable she is.
Fortunately, we’re confident enough in our love that we were able to open up our marriage.
Again, fuck the nay-sayers, we’ve been swinging for fifteen years now and our love is as strong as ever. Five years ago, I found a woman on FetLife, that promised to give me everything I ever wanted.
And she delivered.
I’m at the point where I can’t even remember her actual name. She’s just Mistress to me now. About twice a week, Mistress would text me and order me to come over. I play the part of her dutiful, brainwashed slave and pleasure her until she squirts on my face.
If I’m extra good, sometimes she even lets me fuck her.
Then I come home and tell my wife all about it while we make love. Sara loves the effect the experience has on me. Even after emptying into Mistress, knowing that my Sara accepts me and my fetish, that she lets me be a slave to this other woman…
Let’s just say, she never has to worry about keeping me hard.
* * *
I pulled into Mistress’s driveway and saw a different car than usual parked there. Strange, but I do know she has other slaves besides me. Maybe she wants the two of us to play together.
I was sure it’d be a guy, but I secretly hoped it might be a girl. Mistress has never told me she’s into girls, but she’s never told me she wasn’t into girls either.
I stepped up to the door and rang the bell. I reached into my pocket and felt the collar I brought. I couldn’t wait to wear it while kneeling before her.
Instead, I felt a buzz and heard the familiar ding. I reached past the collar and pulled out my phone.
>I’m busy right now. Come inside and watch the spiral while you wait.
My cock throbbed. I was so desperate to obey.
I stepped inside Mistress’s house and closed the door behind me.
Then, just as always, I stripped and folded my clothes like a good slave. I placed them on the floor of the entryway, right beside my Mistress’s heels.
I fastened my collar around my neck, and found my way to the living room. The familiar spiral was looping on the TV as subliminal messages flashed at random intervals. The diffuser was turned on and the hypnotic blend of lavender and eucalyptus began to soften my mind.
I sat on the hardwood floor and began to masturbate. Any thoughts of another slave in the house had already escaped my mind. All I needed to do was watch and obey, the words would do the rest.
OPEN
I was open, I was always open before Mistress.
OBEY
I was obedient, my purpose was to obey.
HORNY
Yes, I was so god damn horny. I felt my balls ache in rebellion knowing I walked away from my wife for this. I needed it so badly. I needed to cum.
SLAVE
Good slaves don’t want.
Don’t need.
I was a good slave.
Mistress had trained all these ideas into me and I felt my cock throb in my hands as I continued to think her prewritten thoughts. I was open. I was obedient. I was horny. Just a mindless slave for her.
EMPTY
My cock hardened further as my mind became empty.
God, I love being brainwashed.
* * *
I know from experience that I usually spend about an hour in front of the TV before Mistress pulls me out of trance. The time itself is completely lost to me. I just know how soft and obedient I am afterward.
It always makes my Mistress wet knowing how obedient I am.
And Mistress’s pleasure is so much more important than my own.
So I mindlessly stared at the spiral and let it rewrite me as it had done so many times before. I was so well conditioned. So dutifully obedient. So uncontrollably horny. I wanted her to claim me so badly. I wanted to see her perfect face looming over me as she showed me my place.
I was pent up beyond belief, but I knew that only made me a better servant.
The stairs began to creak. I was a slave. I was hypnotized. But still, there is always some part of my mind that is me, analyzing everything from afar. Not challenging what I do, but silently evaluating it. Predicting what would come next.
I had hoped Mistress would eventually train it out of me, but for now, it was still there.
So that part of me listened to the creaking stairs. Waiting to hear the second set of footsteps. The first set was so light. Clearly not Mistress’s powerful stride.
It either was another girl, or possibly a very twinky guy.
By the time the stairs stopped creaking, I realized it was in fact, only one person. Clearly not my Mistress. Someone else. I assume whoever owned that car.
“Good afternoon, slave,” a woman’s voice said. She sounded like my Mistress, but different somehow. Less confident, but more…
Dangerous.
The spiral commanded my attention though. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t look and see who this person was. I had to keep staring. I had to keep masturbating; reinforcing what it was teaching me.
The spiral disappeared as the screen clicked to black. I saw my own reflection in the TV. Kneeling, masturbating, a blank look on my face.
Behind me, a naked woman stood. I couldn’t make out her features, but I could tell she had a slender frame much like my Mistress, but with long curly hair instead of Mistress’s short bob.
The way her hair framed her face was so familiar... It reminded me of the framed picture in the center of the living room. The woman was standing beside it, so it was easy to compare even through the reflection. She looked so much like the woman in the picture.
I remembered when my Mistress showed me the picture last summer. It was the two of them out to dinner. They were celebrating her daughter Aubrey’s high school graduation…
Her daughter…
I turned around in shock, the trance completely broken, and my suspicions were confirmed.
The naked woman standing behind me. The one whose voice sounded so much like my Mistress…
“That’s right, slave, Mom’s at work. I sent the message from her computer,” Aubrey said as she stepped over to me. Her hips swayed lightly while her hands stayed innocently behind her back.
“I’m visiting for spring break, the idiot I’d been sleeping with decided to dump me so I decided to play with my Mom’s toys while I’m here… She actually thinks she kept all this a secret from me…”
Her breasts bounced with each step. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was wrong. There was no way Mistress would be okay with this.
“I… I have to go,” I somehow managed to blurt out.
“Aww… Are you sure?” Aubrey said teasingly. She was getting so much closer to me now... I couldn’t help but let my eyes fall on the bundle of hair between her legs.
I could see tiny droplets sparkling as her hips swayed.
My cock throbbed, and she smiled in response.
“Oh, you don’t seem so sure,” she said as she leaned up close to me, hands still clutched behind her back.
“My… Mistress… your mother… she…”
“She hypnotized you. Just like she hypnotized so many others… And from what I’ve read…”
I swallowed. I was frozen. I couldn’t move.
I wasn’t even in trance and yet I was completely helpless…
My cock throbbed.
Lightning fast, Aubrey’s hand darted from behind her back and grabbed it. I groaned as she started pumping it, a devious smirk on her face.
“From what I’ve read on my Mom’s computer… You’re the most brainwashed of all.” Her hand suddenly became slick against my cock as my precum dripped out. I was the most brainwashed of all? Was that possible? Could she be lying to me?
Or could I really be that beautifully helpless?
“If you’re not really that brainwashed, I suppose you could get dressed and walk out the door…”
She’s right. I could leave. I could leave right now. I’d tell Sara. We’d make a plan for what to do.
A movement from her left arm caught my eyes. As her right hand continued jacking me off, her left slowly revealed itself from behind her back.
She was holding the spiral pendant.
Mistress’s spiral pendant.
“You know what to say, slave.”
She was right. I knew exactly what to say. The quiet, judging part of my mind told me to stop. Told me to get dressed and run away.
But that part could only judge. It didn’t control. No part of me was in control.
She was.
“I am a slave to the spiral. Please command me so I might sink further into your power.”
I said the words to her like a prayer.
The spiral pendant began to swing as she squeezed painfully on my cock.
Why would I ever resist something this amazing?
“That’s a good slave... You can’t resist this can you?” Her voice was so powerful… she was so powerful… so much like…
“Of course not… Mistress...” I could hear her stifling a laugh at my words.
Then she squeezed my cock even harder. It was starting to really hurt. The judging part of me wondered if it would bruise.
I didn’t move. Didn’t stop her.
I let her toy with my body.
“Sit on the couch, I’m going to use you now.”
As my body moved to obey, I wondered what this would mean. Would my real Mistress hate me? Would she cut me off forever?
Would she find some more interesting way to punish me?
I felt the weight of my new Mistress on my hips as she straddled me. The spiral pendant continued swinging in front of me. I could feel her heat and wetness just barely graze against the head of my cock.
“You want this,” she told me.
“I want this,” I agreed.
Aubrey slowed the pendant’s swing. I felt her pussy slowly rock back and forth against my cock. I wanted her so badly. More than I wanted my wife. More than I wanted to be hypnotized.
I wanted her more than anything.
I just couldn’t help it.
I was too helplessly brainwashed.
She drew her hands behind her head and fastened the pendant around her neck. The spiral now lay between her tits. Small and perky A-cups that hadn’t been weighed down by children like my wife or Mistress had.
My eyes never left the pendant as she leaned close and whispered in my ear.
“I bet my pussy is so much tighter than Mom’s…”
Until that point in my life, I never understood how you could hate someone and want to fuck them at the same time.
Then her soaking wet pussy engulfed my cock.
I could hear her grunt in pain as I spread her apart. She was right, she was tighter than her mom. She was unbelievably tight. So tight it almost hurt my steel-hard cock.
As she took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself onto me, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever taken anyone this big before.
Maybe I really was her mother’s favorite…
As she started rocking back and forth on my cock. The pendant between her tits started to sway. All of the sudden I wasn’t wondering or worried or thinking at all.
I was simply a hypnotized toy, being used by his Mistress.
“Tell me I’m better than your wife,” she said as she began to tease her nipples.
She pressed a button on the pendant and the spiral started to spin. My eyes followed the swirl and I obeyed.
“You’re so much better than my wife. She doesn’t hypnotize me. She doesn’t give me what I want. What I really need.”
I throbbed inside her but she didn’t squeeze down like Sara would. Instead I just felt my cock slip deeper into her pussy as she got wetter and wetter.
It didn’t matter if she squeezed me or not. My pleasure wasn’t important. She understood that.
And that’s what made her better than my wife.
“Yes!” She called out as my cock became harder inside her.
“That’s. A. Good. Boy,” she said as she started bouncing on my cock. Each bounce punctuating her words.
She suddenly slowed, as if it had become too good too fast. She switched back to rocking back and forth on me as she reached down to tease her clit. I continued laying back on the couch; eyes locked on the spiral between her breasts, but still watching everything with my peripheral vision.
All the while, her pussy just kept getting tighter. I know this feeling. Her mom felt just like this whenever she got close.
“Oooh… yes… GOD YES! No wonder… you’re… Mom’s… favorite…” She groaned as she started rubbing her clit faster.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in ecstasy as an impending orgasm rose within her.
Then, her eyes darted open and she suddenly stopped. She leaned over on top of me and I felt her small breasts press into my chest.
My cock was pulsing like crazy. I wanted to cum, but my Mistress hadn’t given me permission yet.
Hypnotized boys can only cum when they have permission,I thought to myself.
She didn’t whisper in my ear. She didn’t bother to say it seductively at all. She simply spoke the command the same cheerful way she might tell a barista to make her a latte.
“Tell me I’m better than my mom. Tell me how much better my pussy feels. Tell me you never want to fuck an old woman again.”
I couldn’t believe how hot this was.
I was too far gone to hate her anymore. I simply obeyed as she leaned back again and rubbed circles around her clit.
“You’re… so… much better… than she is…” I gasped as her pussy grew impossibly tight around my cock.
“You… deserve me… you took me from her… And you’re so much hotter… Younger girls… Are always… hotter…”
I didn’t believe that. I knew I didn’t believe it while I said it. I loved my wife and, in my own way, I loved my real Mistress. I’d made a true connection with these women. We’d had years of joined experiences, learning each other's bodies in ways that were both real and intimate. Always giving, never taking. That intimacy was better than any raw pleasure.
But as Aubrey’s pussy began crushing my cock in orgasm, I couldn’t help but wonder if raw pleasure might be better than intimacy.
I let my eyes drift back to the spiral. I didn’t want to think that anymore.
I didn’t want to think about anything anymore. I just wanted to escape.
And the spiral was the one thing that always let me escape.
I let myself float in hypnotic bliss as Aubrey rode out her orgasm. When it was over, she took a deep breath, leaned down, and kissed me.
Hard.
I lay there open-mouthed like a sex doll as her tongue explored my mouth. I didn’t react. I didn’t do anything. I just let her use me.
She didn’t seem to mind.
I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as she slid off me. The pleasure had been so intense. She had truly felt so amazing.
My balls ached. I needed to cum so badly…
“Slave…” she whispered seductively, “that was soo… good… I think you need a reward...”
My empty mind didn’t guess at her meaning. I simply waited to be told what to do.
Aubrey grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. The spiral returned to the center of my vision.
I watched peripherally, as she got on her hands and knees facing the TV. Her head was down to avoid the spiral’s pull. Her ass was up, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
There was no way I’d ever resist its pull.
“Fuck me, slave. Fuck me as you watch the spiral. I want to feel you explode,” she ordered.
My mind went white. I literally didn’t remember getting off the couch. The next I knew, I was inside her, fucking her as hard as I could.
“God… yes! That’s it slave! Right there! Keep fucking me! Keep watching the spiral! You know you love it!”
I did love it. I loved what it did to me. I loved that I was so brainwashed, so entrenched in my fetish, that it could push me this far. Damn the consequences. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing else mattered. Not my wife. Not my Mistress. Only this horny college girl beneath me and her perfect pussy.
That and the spiral in front of me, telling me that nothing was better than this. Even if I wanted to resist anymore, there’s no possible way I could.
So I opened my mind to it. I let it change what I believed.
It felt too good to let it rewrite me.
I felt the pressure building inside like a cannon ready to fire. She wanted this. She’d given me permission. I could do it. I could cum in her. I was… really… going… to…
“I’m close… Mistress…” I said out of habit.
Hypnotized boys can only cum when they have permission,
“Cum in me! Cum in me now! Tell me you’re mine! Tell me that you’re going to keep fucking me! I want you to break up with my Mom and accept me as your new Mistress!” The spiral began flashing its subliminal commands into my softened mind.
OPEN
I was open, I was always open before Mistress.
OBEY
I was obedient, my purpose was to obey.
HORNY
Yes, I was so god damn horny. I felt my balls ache in rebellion knowing how long I’d held them back. I needed it so badly. I needed to cum. I’d do anything to cum.
Anything.
I didn’t care about her mother or my wife anymore.
SLAVE
Good slaves don’t want.
Don’t need.
I was a good slave.
Mistress had trained all these ideas into me and I felt my cock throb in her pussy as I continued to think her prewritten thoughts. I was open. I was obedient. I was horny. Just a mindless slave for her.
EMPTY
I could feel the pulse of cum exploding from within me. Like an unstoppable force ripping its way through my cock and into a pussy that just needed to be filled. It was that painful kind of orgasm I’d only felt once before…
The first time Sara begged me to put a baby in her…
This feels even better.
My cock was empty. My balls were empty. My mind was empty.
I was empty before my Mistress.
God, I love being brainwashed.
I collapsed onto my back, and after a few minutes, my new Mistress stood above me, white cum leaking down her leg.
“You won’t tell my Mom about this,” she ordered.
“I won’t tell your Mom about this,” I agreed.
“You’ll tell your wife you had a normal session with my mom.” God, she was making this into a real affair. Making this into something secret.
Something intimate, all in its own way.
“I’ll tell Sara… I had a normal session with your mom…” My mind started racing with the possibilities. What I would say. How I would cover it up from both of them.
“You’re going to give me your phone number…”
“I’ll give you my phone number…”
“I’m going to be your secret lover… And I’m not done with you today…”
“Yes… Mistress… You’ll be… my… secret… lover…” As I responded, my cock began hardening again. Post-nut clarity screamed at me that this was wrong. That I should do whatever I could to escape.
But then my eyes fell between her tits. The spiral pendant lingering there reminded me what I really was.
Aubrey smiled, and grabbed me by the collar. She yanked me into a kiss and my tongue met hers before I could even think to stop it. As we made out, I reflected on my situation one last time.
She made me like this. She made me want this. Her mother had hypnotized me, but Aubrey had dominated me in a way my old Mistress never had. Made me do something I never wanted to do.
She broke this kiss. “Thank me, slave.”
I smiled and obeyed. “Thank you… Mistress.”
God, I love being brainwashed.
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