“Enjoy another sip, Honey.” I said.

 

“Yes... Of... Course...” she said flatly. 

 

I admired the way she slowly lifted her glass to her perfect lips. Watched with deep satisfaction as she took a delicate sip, never letting her eyes focus on anything, before she let her hand go back down.

 

“How is the Champagne?” I asked as I took a sip of my own.

 

“Delicious...” she said slowly.

 

Her eyes were lost somewhere far away as she sat calm and composed across from me. My trophy wife was exactly that, a perfect little trophy. Her proportions had been truly wondrous when I married her and since then, I’ve carefully sculpted her appearance to reflect the incredible beauty of her potential. 

 

Her sharp young mind is a true asset and I owe so much of my success to her intuitive insights, her powerful family connections and incredible social network.

 

In public, she is charismatic, charming, funny, sensual... She is my perfect wife and devoted partner. Not to mention a stunning artist.

 

In private however... I sculpted and re-shaped her mind so she could bloom into the docile, compliant, submissive wife she is today. I drank in her exquisite beauty as she sat there, perfectly still in her naked glory. Her gaze didn’t focus on anything because she simply couldn’t.

 

Like some sumptuous piece of art.

 

A few choice words from me sank her sharp consciousness deep into her conditioned mind. I’ve spent so much time refining and deepening her docile obedience that this thoughtless state of mind has become second nature for her mind. Steadily becoming completely open and compliant to my will and desires. I love and enjoy my trophy every day without fail as I revel in her esthetic and sensual beauty.

 

The best part of it all is that she craves this state more than anything else. Part of it is because I helped that desire along of course, but in truth, she knew this was going to happen.

 

And she embraced it full heartedly.

 

Her perfect devotion runs deep and it is apparent even when she doesn’t sink into this mindless bliss. Her sharp intellect isn’t just a façade for the outside world, I truly cherish her wit and personality.

 

Even so, her whole being has been completely reshaped to focus on my desires and that became evident when I informed her a few months ago that I would be hiring a maid to help around the house. Her composed distant smile never wavered as I told her how I planned to hire the most attractive girl I could find and break down her mind. I explained in meticulous detail how I would mold the young girl’s thoughts and morals until she eagerly accepted that she was my sexual property.

 

I told her, point blank, that I desired to have a live-in maid that would obey every one of my desires and she didn’t bat an eye. She didn’t think it was strange or insulting that I wished to have another woman grace my bed.

 

In fact, she found the idea incredibly inspiring.

 

And deeply arousing…

 

“Excellent...” I said. “Now my dear… Focus on my voice and float back up for me… Up… Up… And AWAKE.”

 

I watched her blink a few times as her eyes refocused on the room around us. She casually looked down at herself and smiled.

 

“Really Honey…” she said. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you?”

 

I chuckled.

 

“How could I resist when I have such a stunning wife?” I asked.

 

She smiled.

 

“Distracting me with praise won’t work my Love.” She said with a wink. “My state of undress and carefully oiled body tells me that you are planning a bit more than to just admire me tonight. Should I assume that you wish me to perform? Or perhaps my performance has already occurred?”

 

She looked around the room for a moment.

 

“No my dear. You haven’t performed yet.” I said. “But as always, you deduced my desire correctly. I thought that tonight would be a good night to finally explore that inspired idea of yours.”

 

She looked back at me and her smile widened.

 

“Really?” she asked, visibly pleased. “So you think it’s possible then?”

 

“Of course I do” I said with a smile. “In fact I’m confident that it will be infinitely erotic…”

 

I could see a wave of goosebumps run along her skin as she squeezed her thighs together.

 

“You know…” she said coyly. “Indulging in this might scare the poor girl off if you aren’t careful.”

 

“Nonsense.” I said as I took another sip. “She is more than ready my Love. Or do you doubt the potency of my influence?”

 

She took in a sharp breath as a rush of arousal colored her wonderfully exposed flesh.

 

“The potency of your influence is not in question here…” she said as she licked the rim of her glass. “Still… You could have prepared her for my performance without displaying me to her like this. But since you obviously want to… It must mean that you plan to play a little before I perform?”

 

“You know me all too well my Love.” I said with a warm smile.

 

“I do…” she said as she looked at herself again. “Will I be performing with my mind off? Or are you in the mood to watch me work as I am now?”

 

My soft smile turned devilish.

 

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see won’t you?”

 

She moaned and took a long steadying breath.

 

“You tease…” she said, visibly more than a little aroused.

 

I looked at the time and she noticed.

 

“It is about time for her to come in...” I said.

 

“Is it?” she asked as she looked at her naked flesh once more. “Since you opted to prepare me like this…” she said and looked up. “And did so while I was so deliciously docile. I assume that you plan to start off your little play scene by sinking me back down into my blank state of mind. Correct?”

 

I smiled fondly.

 

“My desires simply have no secrets when it comes to you my Love.” I said.

 

“Then by all means…” she said, taking a slow deep breath. “Let’s get this performance started.”

 

“Wonderful as always…” I said. “Now let yourself sink into my words as you become my blank docile exquisite wife.”

 

The trigger visibly took hold of her mind as her body completely relaxed. Her eyes closed and I watched as she took a few measured breaths before her eyes slowly opened once more.

 

Thoroughly unfocused and vacant.

 

“Why don’t you go ahead and enjoy a sip of Champagne Honey.” I said.

 

“Of... Course...” she said without a trace of emotion.

 

My eyes roamed her sumptuously pampered body as I thought back to when I finally found the right girl to be our new maid. It turned out that I hired the most sexy and attractive girl that responded to my job posting. She was young, but not as naïve as one would think.

 

It didn’t take long for her to fall prey to my subtle influence. Almost as if she secretly invited it…

 

Every day she worked, I would covertly place her under and thoroughly condition her to the pleasure of my growing influence.

 

It was so easy...

 

To my delight, it turned out that she already fantasized about having an affair with me. She knew she was the kind of young attractive girl that would catch the eye of a wealthy businessman like myself. She didn’t aspire to be a trophy wife, but she did plan to enjoy the next few years and wasn’t against the idea of using her body to get what she wanted.

 

Which meant that she was more than open to either seducing me, or letting herself be seduced.

 

Of course, the challenge for me wasn’t to bed her, rather, it was to see if I could break her mind and see what sort of new ideas I could implant in her psyche. Being my live in concubine was all fine and good, but I wanted her to believe, without reservation, that the pleasure we experienced together was because of her duties as my maid.

 

The pleasure of service…

 

Of sexual ownership…

 

Speaking of the young stunning beauty, I smiled as I heard her footsteps approach.

 

“Good evening Sir!” her sparkly voice echoed from the hallway. “I’m here as requested! What did you... OH MY GOD!”

 

She gasped and stopped dead in her tracks as she finally spotted my naked wife.

 

“I’m soooo sorry Sir!” she said as she bowed and averted her gaze “I didn’t realize you were with the Mistress of the house.”

 

“That’s perfectly ok Fiona.” I said as I took in her lovely lingerie. “Isn’t that right Honey?”

 

“Yes... It’s... Perfectly... Ok... Fiona...” my wife answered.

 

“Woah...” Fiona said as she looked towards my wife. “Are you ok, Ma’am?”

 

“No need to worry your pretty little head Fiona.” I said. “Trust the Man of the house... My wife is perfectly fine.”

 

My cock twitched as I watched her eyes soften and her pupils dilate at the sound of her conditioned trigger. 

 

“Yes... I trust the Man of the house completely... Your wife is perfectly fine...” she said in a similarly far away voice.

 

She blinked twice before her eyes refocused on me and smiled.

 

“That’s wonderful then!” she said. “So Sir... Would you rather I come back a little later? I seem to have misunderstood the time you requested me to come join you.”

 

“Oh there was no misunderstanding...” I said as I watched her blush.

 

The curve of her transformation had been steeper than my wife’s methodical hypnotic conditioning. The first step I took to influence Fiona’ extended duties was to ensure she believed that my private study took hours to dust and clean. She found my need to have ALL my books diligently dusted a bit odd, but she didn’t complain since it meant she got to do more hours and thus got paid accordingly.

 

Of course, that was just an excuse. Every day, she would come to my study to ‘clean’ it for hours, believing she had spent her time meticulously dusting and caring for my expensive books. And every day, she would come out of the study, thinking she had done just that, while in fact, that time was spent in deep hypnotic conditioning. 

 

When her modest uniform changed to sexy lingerie, her freshly conditioned mind accepted it with genuine enthusiasm. It played in so well with her original fantasies that it didn't take long for her to actively feel waves of arousal whenever I was in the same room.

 

Of course, I made sure that everything would feel natural and organic for her.

 

After a few weeks of constant conditioning and arousal, she started to openly flirt with me. She made such an effort to display her body and strike poses whenever I was near. I never tried to hide my admiring eyes as she displayed her delicious curves.

 

Which she always noticed.

 

I let things stew for a long while, watching her get progressively hornier around me, before I added a little suggestion during one of her conditioning sessions.

 

Her compliant mind took to it instantly.

 

The next time we found ourselves alone in my study while my wife was out shopping, I went up to her just as she turned away from the bookcase. She excused herself, thinking she was in the way, but she soon realized that I wasn’t there for a book, I was there for her.

 

The lust in her eyes was so intense... Seemingly, mind numbing... The conditioning I had put her through ensured she fantasized about me every day as her dreams grew progressively more erotic. Visions of passionate encounters with me soon turned into an obsession.

 

A goal... 

 

Which made my little suggestion all the more effective...

 

After all, what better way was there to convince a powerful man that you wished to make things sexual?

 

She trembled with need as she leaned forward and kissed me passionately while my hands explored and massaged her tits. She didn’t resist at all when I pulled away her top, revealing the young perky breast she had flaunted at me for weeks.

 

The moment my hands touched her bare tits, her mind instantly wanted one thing and one thing only: cock.

 

Her knees were so weak as I molested her lovely globes, only holding herself up by the conviction that I loved to touch her tits. However, that resolve faded away when my hands slid up her chest to her shoulders.

 

I didn’t even have to push her down. She instantly fell to her knees and without a word, fumbled deliciously with my pants to free my erection. She wanted us to fuck so bad... And the only way she thought she could reach that goal was to convince me she was worth fucking.

 

In her wonderfully influenced mind, the only way I would even consider it was if she could prove how willing she was to please me. Of course, she had never actually heard me say anything along those lines while she was fully awake.

 

But that belief still remained the driving force behind her arousal and she never even thought to question it. It was just... Normal.

 

Natural…

 

Our first experience together cemented 2 things in her corrupted mind: One, it made her realize that her fantasies could all be real. And two, it allowed her to discover how euphoric and happy she feels when she sucks my cock.

 

In fact, the experience was so rewarding for her that the very next day, she made every excuse to ‘clean’ in the rooms I was in. She took extra care to bend in seductive ways to grab my attention and licked her lips invitingly when she saw me looking at her.

 

She didn’t move a muscle as my hand casually caressed her bare thigh while she worked next to my chair. In the afternoon, when she came back to empty my trash bin, she knelt down on the floor next to me instead of just bending over to take it.

 

We were alone and we both knew it. 

 

I watched as her lust filled eyes smoldered with need while she undid the buttons of her lingerie. She peeled it down slowly while she gazed up to me, revealing her chest in all its glory. Her mind was trapped in her desire to push our professional relationship towards sex and the only thing her mind was allowed to think was that she needed to prove how erotic and pleasurable she could be.

 

She played with her tits and bit her lip as she visibly got progressively more aroused. She watched the lust grow in my eyes and continued to play with herself until I softly told her that I wanted to experience her lips once more.

 

She didn’t need more prompting and proceeded to give me another exquisite example of how devoted and pleasurable she could be for me. The naughty kink of the obvious pornographic stereotype pushed all the rights buttons for her as we continued to explore our new attraction. 

 

Her conditioning sessions took a new turn after that as I slowly pushed her mind towards the concept of sexual ownership. Her deeply anchored desire to please had been enhanced with every erotic encounter with me so it didn’t take much for my conditioning to convince her waking mind to embrace the concept. 

 

She was very willing to yield to my advances, but I still implanted fun little triggers that would act as effective conditioning tools. Special little phrases that pushed her mind deep within itself as I used her for my pleasure. I would watch her vacant eyes as she sucked my cock or let me fuck her while her mind repeated mantras over and over in an endless loop. Pleasure and words meshing together effortlessly as I hammered into her.

 

Both physically and mentally…

 

Which dramatically improved the effectiveness of the conditioning.

 

Her mind was so deliciously open to my influence, so compliant to the loops of endless pleasure as her beliefs gradually evolved to become the perfect mirror of my desires.

 

It didn’t take long to anchor that new erotic belief in the depths of her subconscious. Her body and talents were soon available to me without restrictions or resistance, which confirmed that she truly accepted my ownership of her.

 

Of course, she had assumed that her sexual duties were needed whenever I didn’t have my wife. So naturally, I didn’t do anything to break that assumption and always made use of her when we were alone. However, she understood and accepted the fact that I didn’t hide our sexual activities from my wife.

 

She couldn’t possibly know the exquisite depths of what she had gotten herself into, but that was fine because I knew that her mind could easily be made to take every new erotic step in stride.

 

“Oh!” she said as her eyes looked back to my wife. “But huh... I thought... You know... That you asked me here to huh... Well...” 

 

She looked down at the provocative lingerie she was wearing and traced the top of her stocking.

 

“Oh, I did...” I said. “Again, no misunderstanding Fiona.”

 

“Really?” she said. “Huh ok... I mean... I... I’m not sure...”

 

I smiled.

 

I knew she still felt strange about how my wife so easily accepted the fact that I was fucking her. In fact, that’s when her resistance flared up the most. Truth be told, I found her shy resistance cute and endearing so I didn’t break that part of her.

 

Not yet anyway...

 

“It’s ok Fiona...” I said. “Trust the Man of the house, there is nothing wrong with fulfilling your sexual duties in front of my wife.”

 

My cock stirred again as her eyes lost focus and her voice took on that rousingly empty tone.

 

“Yes... I trust the Man of the house completely... There is nothing wrong with fulfilling my sexual duties in front of your wife...”

 

Her eyes slowly came back to life as her cheeks evidently started to burn.

 

“Come stand here Fiona.” I said as I pointed between my legs.

 

“Yes Sir.” she said as she eyed my composed and vacant wife. 

 

She walked over to me and looked down meekly at her feet. I could see the intense arousal coursing through her body as it fought the embarrassment and shyness she felt at the idea of being used in front of my wife. 

 

I looked at her body and smiled. 

 

“Turn around and face my wife.” I commanded.

 

She swallowed and nodded before making a 180 degree turn.

 

“Honey...” I said to my blank wife. “I know you’ve seen the new help before... But you girls haven’t talked. Correct?”

 

“Correct...” she said slowly. “We... Have... Not... Talked...”

 

My hands slipped up Fiona’s legs, eliciting a small gasp from her. I caressed her ass cheeks and marveled at how tight and toned it was.

 

“Say hello to Fiona, Honey...” I said.

 

“Hello... Fiona...” she said with barely the trace of a smile.

 

“Oh!” she said. “I... Hello, Ma’am...”

 

“Fiona...” I said as I molested her ass cheeks. “My wife understands that I hired you to clean and cook on occasion, but I’m afraid I never told her about your extended duties. Did I Honey?”

 

“Correct…” she said.

 

“Whha... What?” Fiona said as I felt her ass tense up. “I... I thought she...”

 

My wife’s mind was so pliable in her current state that I simply had to suggest that I never told her Fiona’s extended duties for her mind to accept it as a new truth. Besides, I knew that deep down, my incredible wife always loved to play along with my quirky little mind games.

 

“So Fiona...” I said as I kissed her sweet ass. “Since I haven’t told her your duties... Why don’t you explain what you’ve been hired to do.”

 

“WWHh... WHAT?” she said as her ass flexed even more. “I... I mean... Really, Sir?”

 

“Of course!” I said as I kissed her other ass cheek. “I’m sure my wife is curious to know what your duties are. Isn’t that right Honey?”

 

“Yes...I... Am... Curious... To... Know...” my wife said.

 

“Oh god...” Fiona said. “I mean... Huh... I Really... I... I’m just here to huh... ooOOhh...” she gasped as I squeezed her ass. “I am here to clean the house. You know... huh... Vacuum... Dusting... Laundry... Dishes... Even some cooking... OOOHHH!”

 

I bit her ass playfully and slipped my fingers under her delicate panties, spreading her ass cheeks. 

 

“And you are doing a wonderful job at it...” I said. “But that’s not all... Is it Fiona?”

 

“I... huh... OOHH!!!...” she said as I squeezed her ass cheeks. “I mean... Hhmm... Please Sir... Your wife... I... I’m so embarrassed ... I... I thought she knew... I can’t...”

 

“Nonsense...” I said as my thumb explored inside her ass cheeks. “Of course you can Fiona. My wife clearly doesn’t mind me touching you like this... Isn’t that right, Honey?”

 

“I... Do... Not... Mind... At… All…” she said without looking.

 

“OOHH!” Fiona gasped again as my thumb circled her rosebud. 

 

“And besides, she is just dying to know more about your duties... Aren’t you, Honey?”

 

“Yes... I... Am... Dying... To... Know... More...”

 

“Oh god... HHMMM...” she moaned as my thumb moved lower, finding her moist lips. “I... I just... Can’t...”

 

She shivered where she stood as I continued to enjoy her perfect rear end. She felt so embarrassed and shocked that I had mislead her to believe my wife knew and accepted her sexual duties.

 

I had no doubt that she wanted to leave the room and escape this revelation... But her conditioned obedience prevented her from doing that so she stayed right where she was and didn’t move away from my exploring touch.

 

“It’s ok Fiona...” I said. “I want you to tell her and as you can see, my lovely wife wants to know...”

 

“I... OOOHH!!!” she exclaimed. “I... I can’t...”

 

I savored her resilience, but it was time to move the game along.

 

“Of course you can.” I said. “Trust the Man of the house, there is no need to worry, tell my wife the rest of your duties.”

 

Even as my thumb played around her sacred lips, I felt the tension drain away from her muscles as the trigger took hold. 

 

“Yes... I trust the Man of the house completely... There is no reason to worry... I will tell your wife the rest of my duties...”

 

Her voice trailed off deliciously as her mind emerged from her triggered state. I felt her body momentarily tense up before she relaxed.

 

“Of course I will, Sir. As you can see Ma’am... My... hhhmmm...” she said as she moaned. “My duties also... hhmm... They also include satisfying Sir’s sexual requests...”

 

“There...” I said. “You see? That wasn’t so hard? Wasn’t it Fiona?”

 

I caressed up her ass and grabbed the sides of her pantie’s waistband. She gasped as I slowly pulled them down her legs, noting with delight how they clinged to the moistness of her crotch.

 

“No Sir...” she said, obviously still embarrassed. “It... It wasn’t hard.”

 

“Of course it wasn’t...” I said as I helped her slip the thin underwear from her ankles. “How about that Honey? Aren’t you happy I finally found a maid as devoted to my sexual satisfaction as you are?”

 

“OOOOhh... God...” she said as my hands resumed their teasing. 

 

“Yes... I... Am... Very... Happy...” My wife said, still staring vacantly somewhere in front of her.

 

I spread her cheeks wide and admired her tight little rose bud. 

 

“Ohh god... Is... Is this HHmmm... Really alright Sir?” she said softly.

 

“Yes Fiona... I assure you my wife finds no reason to be mad. Isn’t that right Honey?”

 

“Yes... I... Have... No... Reason... To... Be... Mad...”

 

“And besides...” I said before spitting between her ass cheeks. “I even bet it makes her curious... Doesn’t it, Honey? You are so very curious to learn more about her sexual duties... Aren’t you?”

 

Fiona moaned as I spread my spit around her anus before slipping my middle finger forward to her moist slit.

 

“Yes... I... Am... Curious... About... Fiona’s... Sexual... Duties...”

 

“Oh god...” Fiona moaned. 

 

“My wife must have so many questions...” I said as I teased the inside of her pussy. “You’ll answer them honestly of course, won’t you Fiona?”

 

“Whh... What? Hhmm...” she said, a little confused. “Sir... That’s... Oh god... HHmmm... Yes... No... I’m so... Hhhmm... Confused... I... I can’t possibly...”

 

I slipped my finger back and forth along her slick slit and spread her delicious moistness, no doubt contributing to her confusion.

 

“Oh but you will...” I said with a smile. “You wouldn’t want to be a bad maid now would you?”

 

“NO!” she said, gasping as cold fear swept through her body, making her tense up.

 

I smiled as I felt her sudden panic. During her long hours of conditioning, I implanted deep seeded reactions to help guide my exquisite maid on her road of subjugation. 

 

Whenever I hinted that she was being a bad maid, the trigger sent her plunging into despair and instantly boosted her resolve to be a perfect and devoted maid. Her conditioning ensured that she worked hard every day to distance herself from that idea. 

Bad maid was one of the worst things I could punish her with while calling her a good maid sent incredible euphoria and pleasure coursing through her hypnotically conditioned mind.

 

I could have used her trust trigger, but I figured she was obedient enough to comply with my little game. Especially if I gave her the proper motivation...

 

“I’m... I’m not a... Hhmm... Bad maid...” she said. “I’ll... I’ll answer... Sir...HHmm... Of course I’ll answer... Hhmm... Your questions... Ma’am...”

 

“Wonderful...” I said. “So, Honey? Don’t be shy... I know you must be burning with a thousand questions right now... Go ahead, Honey, ask away...”

 

“Ok…” she said as her vacant eyes lifted up slightly. “Fiona... Does... My... Husband... Have... Many... Sexual... Requests...”

 

Of course, I’ve already had long conversations with my wife about what the new maid was expected to do. Both as she is now and while she was her sharp intelligent self. Hidden away in her controlled mind, there was a fun little list of things she wanted to ask our perky young maid.

 

“Oh god...” Fiona said. “I... Think... Hmm... Yes Ma’am... Sir does have a few...”

 

I continued to tease her soaking slit as my eyes drifted to my lovely wife. Her eyes were still unfocused, but she had slowly lifted her head to ‘look’ at Fiona. She was still so calm... So composed... Her slow even breathing made her chest rise and fall deliciously, making her oiled breasts look magnificent in the evening light.

 

“And... What... Sexual... Requests... Does... He... Ask... Of... You...” she asked while she carefully lifted her glass to her luscious lips.

 

“Oh god...” Fiona said as her body shivered. “Sir has requested... Many things... Sir loves to touch my naked body and... HHHMMMMM... And wants to watch me... Touch myself...” 

 

Fiona didn’t have such a fun script. I wanted to see how she would explain and describe her role in our home.

 

“Your... Beauty... Would... Certainly... Arouse... My... Husband...” my wife said.

 

“OOOHH Yes, Ma’am...” Fiona answered. “Which must be why... HHmmm... Sir requests I provide... HHHMMM... Sexual favors for him...”

 

“Of... Course...” she said slowly. “What... Is... The... First... Sexual... Favor... My... Husband... Requested...”

 

“Oh god... HHHMMM....” she moaned as I continued to tease her sensitive opening. “Oral Pleasure, Ma’am...”

 

My middle finger was soaked with her juices, which told me she was more than ready for me to escalate my explorations. I released her for a moment, just long enough to spread her delicious juices around my thumb, before I rubbed up her slit with my middle finger to find her clit. She gasped and moaned as my thumb slipped into her folds without effort.

 

“Not... Surprising...” my wife continued, seemingly unaware of Fiona’s pleasure. “My... Husband... Enjoys... Blowjobs...”

 

Fiona moaned again as my thumb went deeper, causing her to part her legs and bend forward to give me better access. I flexed and circled my middle finger on her clit while my thumb pressed up to find her G-spot. 

 

“My... Husband... Deserves... The... Best… Pleasure…” she said before slightly tilting her head to the side. “Husband... Does... Fiona... Offer… You… Good... Blowjobs...”

 

“Gg Godddd...” Fiona moaned as her legs shook.

 

“Hhmm...” I said. “Very Satisfactory... Her throat didn’t readily accept my whole length at first, but she’s been a VERY good maid. She practiced and trained herself until she could. Isn’t that right, Fiona?”

 

I couldn’t see it, but I knew her eyes must have rolled in the back of her head as she moaned.

 

“HHmm... Fuck...” she moaned again as my thumb and fingers squeezed towards each other, building pressure on her G-spot and clit. “YYYeeesss... I... I did train... HHHmm... I wanted to... To be able fulfill my duties... HHmmm... Fuck... I’m a good maid… I wanted to fulfill my duties...”

 

“And you do Fiona...” I said, releasing the pressure as I continued to move in tiny circles. “Every time your curves and lips inspire my desire... Without fail or reservation... Just like my good maid should...”

 

Her legs almost gave out as the pleasure and trigger made her throat erupt in an almost animalistic moan. My cock was too hard to keep contained and my free hand slowly undid my pants.

 

“Aren’t you happy, Honey?” I said as I casually looked at my entranced wife. “I found us a truly exquisite maid that is just as passionate and devoted to giving me oral pleasure as you are.”

 

“Yes...” she answered automatically. “I... Am... So… Happy...”

 

I smiled. Things were going so perfectly. I was pleased with how well Fiona had accepted my influence and conditioning. Her mouth was now incredibly eager and available to me to enjoy whenever the fancy struck me. 

 

Just as her soaking pussy...

 

I removed my thumb from her slick opening, eliciting another deep moan at the sudden emptiness she felt, before placing my hands on her hips. She didn’t resist at all as I gently pulled her towards me.

 

Her arousal and conditioning made her body move as if I could telepathically control her limbs. No other prompting was necessary. She stepped back and spread her legs before sitting down on my cock. Her moist channel enveloped my throbbing member as easily as if it was a hot knife and she was soft yielding butter.

 

“Good maid...” I whispered as her hips landed on my thighs.

 

Making her moan and cum...

 

The situation... The trigger... Her arousal... My attention... Everything was just too much for my little maid as she trembled and twitched on my shaft.

 

Just the way I wanted it...

 

“Take another sip of your Champagne, Honey...” I said as I admired my beautiful wife. 

 

“Yes... Husband...” she said monotonously. 

 

I watched my wife slowly bring her glass to her lips as I felt Fiona shudder and twitch while her orgasm slowly subsided. I enjoyed every small flex and spasm of her pussy walls as my hands caressed her curves.

 

From that moment on, my perfect little maid would be completely lost in blissful erotic pleasure as a state of near orgasm flooded her mind and body. As long as my cock was buried deep inside her pussy, her thoughts wouldn’t be able to focus on anything other than the raw pleasure I was extracting from her body.

 

Giving her wave after wave of delicious mind numbing ecstasy.

 

My influence had barely helped her along in that wonderful endeavor. Her natural pleasure seeking personality already made her incredibly connected to her body. My conditioning simply boosted her natural response to carnal ecstasies of the flesh.

 

“I’m in the mood for a slow grind my dear.” I whispered in her ear. “Be a good maid and let your pleasure build as you fulfill my own.”

 

“Fuuuckkk…” she moaned. “Yes, Sir…”

 

She started to move herself up and down my shaft with practiced ease as she struggled to keep her movements as slow and sensual as she could. I enjoyed the exquisite feeling of her dripping tightness for a delicious moment before my hands started to undo the intricate lace of her top.

 

“Such a beautiful creature you are…” I said as the lace finally came undone. “You will make a perfect subject for my wife…”

 

I smiled as I noticed how little she reacted to my words. My perfect little maid was completely focused on her pleasure and my command to grind on me slowly. I could easily imagine that right in that moment, she wasn’t even consciously aware that I was continuing to undress her supple young body.

 

Which meant that she was more than ready to participate in my wife’s performance.

 

“It’s time, Honey.” I said as I looked towards my wife. “Focus on my voice and float back up for me… Up… Up… And AWAKE.”

 

She blinked a few times as her mind returned to its glorious self. Her lips grew into a lustful smile as she finally took in the scene before her.

 

“My my…” she said as she licked her lips. “Isn’t this a lovely sight to behold…”

 

“It is…” I said, trying to contain my own growing lust. “And now she is all yours my dear. I want you to perform for me… Make her ready for your art… Create the masterpiece only you can manifest.”

 

I saw her cheeks turn a few shades of red as she took in a sharp breath.

 

“You want me to…” she started to say, but stopped herself. “Ahhh… So this performance is to be awake then… HHmm… Yes… I can already see it… It will be grand…”

 

She slowly got up and came to stand before us. Her delicate hands helped me remove Fiona’s top as my maid continued to blissfully follow her instructions to the letter.

 

“She is so focused, my Love…” she said as she worked the top off Fiona. “So beautiful in her task…”

 

She let the top fall to the ground and cupped Fiona’s face in her hands. For barely an instant, I felt my maid hesitate as she moved on my cock. No doubt, she opened her eyes to see how close my wife was now.

 

“I’m so happy you own her now…” my wife whispered before she kissed her. ”Good maid…”

 

I almost lost the grip I had on my pleasure as I felt Fiona’s pussy suddenly clench around my cock as she moaned into my wife’s mouth.

 

“Don’t worry, little one…” she said. “Just give into the pure pleasure of your sexual duties…”

 

Fiona didn’t understand what my wife was trying to tell her of course, but in her pleasure induced haze, she found that she only desired to agree so she nodded. My wife smiled as her left hand moved down Fiona’s body while she kissed.

 

From the session’s I’ve had with my sensual maid I knew that, although she found other women attractive in a sexual way, she had never indulged those carnal desires. So naturally, when I started to push and expand on those desires, she didn’t resist and thoroughly embraced my influence.

 

My wife’s delicate fingers found the nexus of our current pleasure with ease. Slipping her fingers to each side of my cock as her palm pressed against Fiona’s clit. The pressure of her fingers on Fiona’s pussy lips combined with the pressure of her palm made a moan erupt from deep within Fiona’s throat.

 

“Good maid…” she said between kisses. “The more you enjoy your pleasure… The closer my Husband is to his exquisite climax… Just let go… Use your body to search out your pleasure… Let my fingers get you there…”

 

I could almost feel the spikes of intense pleasure my maid was experiencing. Again and again, her body shook and squirmed as my cock pumped pure pleasure deep inside her while my wife looked deep in her unfocused eyes. Pleasuring her even more…

 

She was trapped between us… Unable to shy away from the pleasure she was experiencing. She was hypnotically conditioned to obey my pleasure and naturally savored every ounce of bliss her body could endure as my wife’s fingers pleasured her clit.

 

Like the good maid she was however, she wouldn’t cum until I either ordered her to cum or she felt my own release explode within her. She just climbed higher and higher along the cliffs of her sexual arousal as my wife and me played with her body like the pleasure toy that she was.

 

Her hips became a delicious quivering mess as she tried to focus on giving me as much pleasure as she could while also obeying my wife’s desire to thoroughly enjoy herself. The effect on my cock was simply exquisite as I watched my wife stay composed and sensual as she continued to help Fiona reach new heights of anticipated pleasure.

 

I had to give credit to my beauties, they played their parts to perfection and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t hold back.

 

I could have of course… I could have commanded them to slow down so I could further enjoy them…

 

But that wasn’t the goal of my wife’s performance.

 

Tonight, I wanted to indulge my wife’s special project so I signaled to my wife that I was about to lose my grip. She winked once before breaking away from Fiona’s lips.

 

“Good Maid…” she whispered. “Now feel my husband’s pleasure as he climaxes inside you… Thus fulfilling your duties…”

 

I couldn’t hold on any longer and let my pleasure completely take over my senses as I pushed up hard inside my little maid. I bucked and twitched as my release ripped through my body, filling her with my exquisite release.

 

Thus triggering Fiona to finally experience her own bottled up orgasm as my climax unlocked her own.

 

Fiona’s head snapped back as the intense orgasm started to rip through her body, sending her mind into a wonderful sensory overload as the pleasure built on itself to cascade into something exquisite.

 

And right when the lock released and Fiona was reaching the apex of her pleasure, my wife’s voice echoed through the room.

 

“FREEZE Fiona.” She said firmly.

 

Head snapped back in pure erotic bliss, the conditioned hypnotic command instantly took effect and Fiona completely froze into place. Her body went completely rigid as I finished pumping my release within her.

 

“Exquisite…” My wife commented as she stepped back.

 

I caught my breath as I enjoyed the post coital bliss. I let my hands roam her immobile form as I looked at my wife.

 

“I’m always impressed by the way your influence can impose your desires and will like this…” she said as she admired Fiona’s body.

 

I chuckled.

 

“Well it isn’t achieved overnight you know...” I said as I crooked my finger. “She didn’t respond like this until last week.”

 

My lovely wife bent down and kissed me.

 

“Will she truly stay frozen in her release like this though?” she asked after our lips broke apart.

 

“Of course she will…” I said as I caressed Fiona possessively. “Her mind is too well conditioned to obey the trigger now. You don’t have hours of course… But for the moment, you can freely use her while her mind is stuck in this frozen loop. Don’t worry about time and just let your art shine my love.”

 

She smiled and bit her lower lip as she turned to go get her materials. My wife, as I’ve said, was quite the artist. She did paintings for wealthy clients as well as sculptures. Her talents earned her a very comfortable living before we met and fell in love.

 

Her creative mind was always searching for new projects and as our marriage grew into our hypnotic kinks, she had a creative idea about how we could combine her art with my hypnotic talents.

 

I laid back and supported Fiona as I slowly deflated inside her. There we would both stay while my wife got busy and started on her next masterpiece. I watched as my naked wife slipped into her creative zone and thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her manifested creativity while Fiona stayed locked in a hypnotically frozen state of release.

 

I had worked hard to condition her mind to react to the trigger. It had been a wonderful journey as I created a space for her mind to retreat to while her body grew stiff and frozen.

 

All to satisfy my wife’s creative desire…

 

And admittedly my own, as I worked to condition that response at every opportunity.

 

My wife took a few photos of the scene we made. Obviously making sure to get plenty of close ups of Fiona’s face. Then, she set up her materials next to us and proceeded to use a small brush to apply something to Fiona’s face and neck. My frozen maid couldn’t consciously feel the wet brush strokes, but her body certainly did. It would all pile into her current state of pleasure for as long as she stayed frozen.

 

The clear oily liquid seemed to stick to her skin much like the oil I had massaged onto my wife’s body. Stroke after stroke, my wife gently caressed every inch of Fiona’s face and neck. Even going so far as to apply the substance to her perky chest. Once she was satisfied, she went to grab her phone and took more pictures of Fiona’s oily moment of rapture.

 

Early in our relationship, my wife would indulge my desires and apply her art in sensual ways. Going from simply painting on a canvas to making a performance out of using various parts of her naked body to apply the colors of her scene. I never tired of watching her work as her mind completely focused on the creation before her.

 

Almost as if she was slipping in a creative trance of her own creation.

 

The whole scene was very slow and meticulous as my wife moved on to the second phase of her project.

 

“She is so beautiful…” she said as she admired Fiona’s frozen face. “I hope your influence will allow me to complete the project before she moves…”

 

“I assure you it will…” I said as I caressed Fiona’s skin. “Now don’t worry about it and just create to your heart’s content…”

 

“I will.” She said with a smile. “Just don’t get too aroused and make her move. I know how you get when you watch me perform…”

 

She winked at me before she started to mix the paper and the glue.

 

As my wife bent down to give me another kiss, I couldn’t resist and spoke up as soon as our lips broke apart.

 

“Now Honey… Let yourself sink into my words as you become my blank docile exquisite wife.”

 

I felt myself flex as I saw her eyes flutter, telling me her mind was draining away back into her own little safe space.

 

“Very good Honey… Now… Indulge in perfect concentrated performance.” I said.

 

Her blank expression barely wavered as the new trigger took hold. She slowly straightened her body and focused her eyes on the maid frozen between us. For a long while, she just stared at her as a warm smile slowly spread on her lips.

 

Her mind was compiling and focusing on all the tasks she needed to accomplish to be able to bring her project to fruition. Nothing else would disturb her thoughts as the creative juices flowed out from her. Not my presence… Not Fiona’s needs… Not her own…

 

She was now completely and utterly focused on the task at hand.

 

Just like my obedient little maid, I had no doubt that my wife would comply with her conditioning and truly capture my maid’s moment of pure ecstasy. The real question I asked myself as I watched my wife start to apply the cold wet papers on Fiona’s skin, was if I would be able to stop myself from fucking my maid to a delicious second release.

 

After all… It wouldn’t do for me to get hard too quickly and make my maid move because I couldn’t hold back from thrusting into her frozen body.

 

My wife always said that true art was sacrifice…