Housewife's Bliss 01 - Adventurous
Fae was unlucky in her love life. She had married young, at 24, and while Kenta worked a comfortable and stable job, he never quite satisfied her in bed. Tonight, he was out of town, and Fae was indulging herself with a bit of sexual fantasy--she watched videos on YouTube of pretty girls in erotic hypnosis. She'd never paid for this stuff, of course. Pay-sites were all scams, but a lot of them had free previews on YouTube.
Fae purred as her paws stroked the cloth of her plain white cotton panties above her pussy. This new playlist she'd found had some stuff she'd watched through before, and some of it was more than just five second clips of a suggestion. The super-heroine video ended, and she reached for the mouse as a large pink spiral appeared. She'd seen some of these cheesy hypnosis vids before, and was always worried about trying them.
DING.
She paused the video and switched to Skype. Her friend Paul had just messaged her in response to a message she'd sent two hours ago.
Sorry it's late, but I'd love a movie night with you.
She hesitated. She was hot now. Paul was attractive, and if she accepted right now, before she finished getting herself off, she might make a move on him that she didn't mean to. Not, she thought with a grin, that she didn't want to. Kenta was weird, but he'd assured her before their wedding that he was okay with her having sex with other people as long as she was safe, and as long as she would let him see other people too. Paul was the only person she had seriously thought about messing around with, too.
DING.
I hope it's not too late for you. I can pick up a DVD and some ice cream on the way over.
Ice cream. Paul did have good taste in videos, but he always picked the best ice cream. She was sold. She quickly typed in her response.
Sure thing, handsome. If you don't mind, I'm in the mood for something adventurous.
She watched as he began typing, and read his message quickly.
So a quart of mint and a porno?
He was so blunt with that word, but she could be too, I was thinking pink bubblegum with a pink flick. I'll unlock the door so you can let yourself in, Paul. She lived in a nice apartment building. It didn't have locks to the buildings themselves, but each flat had a double lock and a bolt for the door.
"I'll be over in thirty.
His response came in and then his status changed, quickly, to "Away". Thirty minutes... Fae's eyes drifted over to the timer on the video. 15 minutes. Taking a deep breath, she set her Skype status to "Offline" and made the video full-screen. She had always been scared, but this hypnosis stuff couldn't be too dangerous, or the videos would be taken offline, right?
She watched the pink spiral as her fingers stroked her pussy. She felt, in a strange way, both nervous and excited, and somehow she found herself relaxed in the midst of her nerves. She began to breathe slowly, purring as she let her mind clear and her body relax. She soon failed to notice anything outside of the video, including what she was doing to herself. She was enraptured by the pink spiral and the clear white text until she heard Paul's voice.
"Fae-fae?" She blinked and blushed--she had lost herself in the video. She looked to the door of her room and it was too late. Paul had let himself in and was staring at the screen. "Don't tell me you're into that hypnotized slave stuff, Fae."
She blushed and stared at him. She couldn't quite think of how to respond. She was in her bra and panties, stroking her pussy with a paw that had, at some point, slipped into her panties without her noticing it. After a moment of stunned silence, she heard "Sleep now." She blinked and felt relaxed again.
"Fae-fae, can you hear me?"
"Yeah," she purred out. She felt so good hearing those words--why? Why wasn't important, it felt good and feeling good was what she wanted.
"How long have you been watching these videos?"
"Just this one. Right after Skype."
Paul sighed. "Have you ever watched them before today?"
"Nooooo," she said, her mouth sticking on the rounded sound.
"Fae-fae, do you know what my job is?"
She shook her head softly. "Neverrrrr matterrrr..." she slurred out. Why was it so hard to talk? She was so relaxed.
"I'm a hypnotist, Fae-fae. In addition to therapy, I make videos on YouTube, just like the one you're watching." She blinked and nodded. Somehow it made sense. "In fact, I made the one you're watching right now. Fae-fae, I want you to imagine something for me. Imagine an elevator with ten levels. Level 1 is just in hypnosis and 10 is so deep you need help to wake up. Tell me, how deep are you?"
"Levellll fourrrrrr," she purred deeply and smiled a bit. She kept purring well after she was done articulating the letter, because purring felt good. The way it made her tummy rumble under her arm was relaxing.
For a moment there was an awkward near-silence. Fae's purring grew louder as Paul debated what to do. "Fae-fae, do you like the idea of hypnotized slave-girls?" She just nodded, a broad, exaggerated nodding. "Do you want to try being a hypnotized slave-girl?"
This time she paused, but nodded softly with a firm, "Yessssss," hissing out of her mouth.
"Then sleep now, Fae-fae. Deeper and deeper with every word I say..."
Fae lost track of Paul's words after a moment, she just felt good and calm and relaxed. And she started to feel something else. Obedience. She felt a want to obey Paul. More than a want, she realized. She needed to obey Paul now. She always needed to obey Paul, and only just learned it. A small part of her watched on. Most of her accepted Paul's ideas.
She was a sexy kitty. The small part of her whispered that she was fat, but Paul's words reassured her that she was soft and curvy, a beautiful kitty who was always a slave, and had just found her master. That made sense. She knew from the mirror how she looked. She was soft and curvy, her round breasts were lovely, and her ass, while squishy, was round and sexy. The fur made her look softer, she knew. Her fur was especially fluffy. It was beautiful and made for a slave-kitty.
Which, again, made sense. She didn't work a job. A normal kitty, one who worked, would find it too hard to care for her lovely fur and maintain her lovely figure exactly as it was. The soft parts of her were the mark of private slave with a caring master. A master who would tell her the truth about who she was. A master whom she was always happy to obey. She smiled a bit. She felt more aware of herself now, and realized that she was wearing free clothes, clothes for workers and free girls, and a slave should live naked and free... and she knew that as she took the free clothes off, she would awaken to herself as a slave. As Paul's slave.
She slipped her fingers between her breasts and undid the front clasp of the bra she had on. She was a slave, and slaves were to be admired for the beauty of their entire body, especially slave-girls for their breasts. As the fabric released her full-figured breasts, they sank down and she felt not just pretty, but beautiful. She couldn't explain why removing that piece of cloth unlocked this feeling that had been hidden for so long, but she knew it know: "I am beautiful," she said out loud, dropping the bra to the floor. For the first time in her life, she felt those words were totally true.
"Very good," Paul said, stepping close to her. His hand brushed against her cheek and she reflexively nuzzled it, purring a little bit louder. "Slaves are also made to be usable by anybody for anything, and panties keep you from being usable. In just a moment, you hear me say the word 'undress' and you find your hands move freely to remove your panties, sliding them down your legs and past your feet. As you do, you feel more obedient, more useful, and more available to everybody for everything they want." She felt her mind mold to the words, a powerful hypnotist using a highly effective technique to warp her into a slave. Just like the videos.
"Undress." Fae's hand slid gracefully to the waistband of her panties, slipping beneath the fabric and pulling softly to slide them down. It was freeing to feel herself become useful and usable, a slave available to do anything anybody wanted of her. As the panties passed her feet, she gasped, and as her fingers pulled away from the fabric, she felt a warm feeling rush through her.
"Until I say 'stop', you repeat my suggestions," Paul said.
Fae purred and said, "Until you say 'stop' I repeat your suggestions."
"You are repeating everything I say."
She knew she was, so she repeated, "I am repeating everything you say."
"As you repeat it, it becomes true."
"As I repeat it, it becomes true."
"The things I tell you are true."
"The things you tell me are true."
"You believe these phrases because they are true."
"I believe these phrases because they are true."
"You believe these commands because they are true."
"I believe these commands because they are true."
"You obey these phrases because they are true.'
"I obey these phrases because they are true."
"You obey these commands because they are true."
"I obey these commands because they are true."
"You obey these commands."
"I obey these commands."
"You obey my commands."
"I obey your commands."
"It feels good to obey these commands."
"It feels good to obey these commands."
'It feels good to obey my commands."
"It feels good to obey your commands."
"Repeating these commands takes you deeper and deeper."
"Repeating these commands takes me deeper and deeper."
"Repeating these commands makes you more and more open."
"Repeating these commands makes me more and more open."
"As you repeat my commands you become deeper and more open."
"As I repeat your commands I become deeper and more open."
"You are repeating my commands."
"I am repeating your commands."
"And as you do you are becoming deeper and more open."
"And as I do I am becoming deeper and more open."
"You're moving deeper and deeper."
"I am moving deeper and deeper."
"You are becoming more and more relaxed."
"I am becoming more and more relaxed."
"You are becoming more and more open."
"I am becoming more and more open."
"You feel very relaxed, and very open, and very, very good."
"I feel very relaxed, and very open, and very, very good."
"You feel so very good."
"I feel so very good."
"You feel so good obeying these commands."
"I feel so good obeying these commands."
"It feels good to obey my commands."
"It feels good to obey your commands."
"You feel so very obedient."
"I feel so very obedient."
"You are very obedient."
"I am very obedient."
"You are very obedient to me."
"I am very obedient to you."
"You obey."
"I obey."
"You obey because you are obedient."
"I obey because I am obedient."
"You are obeying."
"I am obeying."
"You feel good because you are obeying."
"I feel good because I am obeying."
"It feels good to obey."
"It feels good to obey."
"You love to obey."
"I love to obey."
"It makes you feel good to obey."
"It makes me feel good to obey."
"You always obey."
"I always obey."
"You are completely obedient."
"I am completely obedient."
"You are obeying my commands."
"I am obeying your commands."
"You always obey my commands."
"I always obey your commands."
"You always obey my commands."
"I always obey your commands."
"You always obey my commands."
"I always obey my commands."
"You love to obey my commands."
"I love to obey your commands."
"It makes you happy to obey my commands."
"It makes me happy to obey your commands."
"It makes you feel good to obey my commands."
"It makes me feel good to obey your commands."
"You always obey my commands."
"I always obey your commands."
"You always obey me."
"I always obey you."
"You love to obey me."
"I love to obey you."
"You feel so good obeying me."
"I feel so good obeying you."
"You are so happy obeying me."
"I am so happy obeying you."
"You are only happy obeying me."
"I am only happy obeying you."
"You slavishly obey me."
"I slavishly obey you."
"My will is your will."
"Your will is my will."
"Your will is my will."
"My will is your will."
"You slavishly obey my will."
"I slavishly obey your will."
"You are slave to my will."
"I am slave to your will."
"A slave obeys her master."
"A slave obeys her master."
"Since you obey my will, I am your master."
"Since I obey your will, you are my master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"You obey your master."
"I obey my master."
"You believe your master."
"I believe my master."
"You love your master."
"I love my master."
"You do anything your master wants."
"I do anything my master wants."
"You do anything your master tells you."
"I do anything my master tells me."
"You love to obey your master."
"I love to obey my master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"You obey only master."
"I obey only master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"You are slave to your master."
"I am slave to my master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"Your master's will is law."
"My master's will is law."
"My will is law."
"Your will is law."
"My will is your law."
"Your will is my law."
"You obey me completely."
"I obey you completely."
"You love me intensely."
"I love you intensely."
"A slave loves their master."
"A slave loves their master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"You always do everything your master wants."
"I always do everything my master wants."
"You do everything your master tells you."
"I do everything my master tells me."
"You love to obey your master."
"I love to obey my master."
"I am your master."
"You are my master."
"Stop. That was very good, Fae-fae. Now tell me: Who is your master?" Paul had never exactly used this technique before--in fact, all of his erotic hypnosis sessions until now were online, using text-chat. Fae was his first face-to-face, voice-to-voice erotic hypnosis subject.
"You are my master." Fae's breath skipped softly, and Paul wondered if she was fighting it.
"And what are you?"
"I am your slave, master." She seemed at ease, still calm. There were no signs of struggle in those words.
"Who do you love?"
"I love you, master."
"Do you love any others?" He had, of course, never suggested she love him exclusively--he respected her marriage.
"I love Kenta as well, master." Paul smiled.
"That's good. Fae-fae, tell me everybody you obey."
"I obey my master completely."
"And do you obey any others?"
"A slave obeys everyone." She remembered that earlier suggestion as well, which was good.
"Very good. A slave obeys her master above all others, her husband second to her master, and everybody else after her husband. So who do you obey?"
"I obey everyone." She paused as her mind processed the suggestion. "I obey my husband above others. I obey my master above all."
Paul smiled. She was a very good subject, and whether she was playing along or not, he was starting to feel very good about his impulse to trance and control her. "Good girl, Fae-fae. Whose words do you believe?"
"I believe my master's words."
"And who is your master?"
"You are."
"So whose words do you believe?"
"I believe your words, master."
Paul was satisfied. "Good girl, good slave. Fae-fae, you're a good and obedient slave. Does it feel good to be obedient?"
"Yes, master."
"Of course it does. Now, I am going to count from five to one, and when I reach one and snap, you will open your eyes, wide awake, feeling fine. What you have learned here tonight will go deep, deep into your subconscious, and you will obey. You like to obey, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Who do you obey?"
"My master."
"And who is your master?"
"You are my master."
"Very good. Again, I shall now count from five to one and snap, and as I reach one, you'll open your eyes, wide awake, slave to my will. Five....Four....Three...Two...One..."
SNAP
Fae blinked and smiled at Paul. She was so hot right now, and Paul was so appealing she wanted to have sex with him, and damn the consequences. She wanted to obey him. "I am into hypnotized slave stuff, master." She gasped at the word she had just said. Why had she called him that? It felt good, but, it was just so unlike her. She looked down herself and smiled--she was beautiful. The way her soft tummy rolled over her waistline was, she realized, kind of hot, and her soft thighs were made for a beautiful woman like her. "Paul, why do I feel beautiful?"
"I'm a professional hypnotherapist," he said, stroking her cheek. "And I dabble in erotic hypnosis online. Like the video you watched before I came in. That's my user-name."
She blushed and smiled. "And I feel beautiful because..."
"Because you're a big, beautiful, slave, kitty." Paul grinned. He was a wolf, and for the first time, Fae really took in his appearance. He stood about two inches taller than her, and she was a shorter woman at 4'10". He was soft, but not rounded. His cheeks showed a bit of fat, but while he was dressed, there was no sign he was really overweight. His fur was a dark brown, and his eyes were green like a summer field. "In fact, it's because you're my big, beautiful slave kitty, Fae-fae."
She blushed deeply. "There's no way you made me your slave with one video and five minutes..." she blinked. According to the clock, it had been almost an hour since she'd first heard his voice. "Was I... was I hard to hypnotize?"
"You weren't hard, Fae-fae. You were a natural. Also, one and a half videos." He took the mouse and showed the playlist order--she was on a second pink spiral video, and halfway through it. "When I go home, restart this video before you go to bed."
"Yes, master," Fae said without even thinking. "Why do I keep calling you that?"
"Because what are you?"
"I am your slave," she said, not a thought crossing her mind until she heard the words leave her mouth. "Why did I say that I'm your slave?"
"That would best be answered by another question, Fae-fae. Who am I?"
"You're my master, Paul." She blushed deeply.
"And what did you say you're in the mood for tonight?"
"Something adventurous, master." She blushed as she realized that this was more adventurous than any porno flick they could have watched, lesbians or otherwise.
"So tell me how adventurous you want to be, Fae-fae. Are there any limits I should respect, or do you want me to use you completely?"
"Ke... Kenta. Kenta and I..."
"I know you love him, Fae-fae. I don't want to..."
"Master, Kenta and I have an open marriage." She blushed deeply, sure the redness was visible even through her fur. "I'm free to have sex with other people, so you can use me however you like."
Paul nodded. He was not surprised--Fae had very often been a very close kitty, and several times, after drinking a bit too much, she had told him this before while trying to make out with him. She didn't always drink too much, of course, and after the first time, he'd been nervous. After a few more times, it was just part of their friendship--he would try to keep her from drinking too much, but every so often he failed, and then she confided about how Kenta was okay with her having a guy on the side. How much she wanted him to be that guy. And the next morning, she always seemed to forget it completely. This would be different, though.
"Have you been drinking?"
"No, master." Her blush was visible, and Paul was happy to see how nervous she was, and how much she squirmed every time she recognized she had just called him "master." Her hip wriggled a bit, her soft tummy rolled, and he was excited.
"You've told me four times about Kenta and you having an open marriage," he explained. "I never acted on it because you were always drunk. I couldn't take advantage of you like that. But now, Fae-fae, you recognize what our relationship really is, right?"
"Yes, master." Fae smiled as she slipped out of her chair, kneeling before him. "You own me and I live to obey you. I'm your slave, Paul."
Paul's cock twitched in his jeans. "Okay," he said. "I approve of your marriage. If you ever want to date or fuck any man other than Kenta or myself, you must have my permission. If you find yourself wanting to date or fuck a girl, you may do as you please, though you must always tell me about anything you do with a girl. Also... whenever you orgasm, Fae-fae, your bonds as my slave and as Kenta's wife grow stronger and deeper, regardless of who brings you to orgasm." This was risky--it was a conscious mind suggestion, but if she was as much a natural as she seemed, it might still work at this point.
Fae nodded, smiling as her tail swished behind her. Her eyes looked eager and hungry, and Paul grinned at his own cleverness. "Okay, Master," she said. Her eyes drifted down from his face, and he followed them. The bulge in his jeans was not hidden, and her eyes were drawn to it.
"Good. Your next orgasm permanently sets in that I am your Master, and only your Master can change who owns you and is your Master."
She blushed deeply and nodded, pawing at his feet. She was turned on and ready to go.
Paul unfastened his belt and stood up to drop his jeans and pants. He wasn't the most impressive figure, but without making any specific suggestions to be attracted to him, Fae was staring at his cock like he was a god and she wanted to serve him. All of those drunken confessions were true, he noted, blushing a bit himself as he pulled off his t-shirt.
Fae stared up at this man who had made her craziest, wildest dream come true like a god because, to her, he was a god. Like Zeus descending from Olympus for dalliances with mortal women, Paul had instead ascended from her best friend in the world to the Center of her world. He was everything she wanted, and he meant everything to her, and she felt her tail swishing behind her as she realized that, if not for Kenta, she might have instead married this perfect wolf standing before her.
She accepted his words, but without realizing it was even her choice, she had decided that when he came with her, she would belong irrevocably to him, and she wanted to get him to orgasm and make him feel like the most amazing wolf in the world, which she knew he was.
"Please let me suck you off," she whispered, a breathy pleading to her Master for the privilege of something she had always wanted.
He nodded. "Suck me off, slavekitty."
She felt a deep, warm flush in her cheeks as she leaned her head in and nuzzled at his cock. It was unlike any of her dreams, but somehow that only made it hotter. She was his slavekitty and she obeyed him. She trusted him. She believed whatever he said, and she knew that if he said the sky was green, her definition of green would be forever changed.
The warmth that filled her mouth in the next moment was unlike any sexual experience she could think of ever having had--she felt that she was as invested in this act as Paul, her master and owner, was. Her mouth was warm and moist and his manhood had a rich, musky scent and flavor like sucking on a rare steak. The pulse flowing through it only excited her. She looked up, feeling sure her eyes would convey the only question in her mind: "Do you like this?"
Paul nodded and stroked her hair softly. "Go on, my slavekitty. Enjoy it and you will please me like a good girl." His words felt sincere and motivating.
Following his motivation, she began slowly bobbing her head along his shaft. She moaned deeply as she took his entire length in, just enough to make her feel totally full. Just enough cock that she would always be satisfied with him, she thought, grinning and laying a soft bite at the end of his shaft before sliding back away from his body. With every breath, his scent filled her. Each smell reminded her of the wonderful times they'd had together.
Every time he moaned, gasped, or spoke softly, she felt what she could only describe as "passion." A passion to be with him, to share her dreams and fantasies with him, and to let him open her up to a whole new world and life. Things she knew came from deep within herself, things that filled her with even more energy to satisfy him right now.
She noted only one unusual thing--there was no fear in her. She wasn't afraid he would be disappointed or reject her. She knew, somehow, that Paul would accept her as she was, as and would embrace every one of her fantasies, dreams, and desires to make her happy. She was at peace as she sucked him off, her head bobbing faster for a moment, then slower to savor his happy moans.
And the stringy, salty seed that was her reward for a job well done felt like a reward to her. With Kenta, with her old boyfriends, it had been the one part of oral sex she was never excited about, but from Paul, it made her feel satisfied that she had pleased him and gotten this.
"Oh, Paul," she said, licking the traces from his head. "I've never enjoyed giving head so much."
"You've never been with someone you wanted to please so much, have you," he said, gently stroking her hair. It wasn't judging, just an interesting statement of a fact that Fae couldn't argue. "But it takes more than tasting my seed to make you mine, dear. I need to make you cum, don't I?"
Fae nodded and spread her legs. She wasn't sure how Paul could keep himself up, her experience had been that most men lost their edge after an orgasm, but Paul seemed as firm and sharp as he had been when she started licking him. Maybe, she thought, I really am beautiful.
She crawled over to her bed and looked to him. "How do you wish to take your slavekitty, master?"
"Like a wild beast," he said, kneeling on the bed behind her. "Keep on all fours, my beautiful pussy, and you'll receive the mark of the wolf to make you forever mine."
She squirmed at the thought of "forever Paul's", and spread her legs, presenting her ass and pussy, and for the first time since she woke up, she realized she was not wearing her panties. She looked back over her shoulder and watched as Paul rose up on his toes and fingers, more wolf-like than she could have anticipated him appearing, and pressed the tip of his cock against her mons. "Mark me, master," she begged, feeling her sex inflamed at the slightest touch.
He pushed in firmly, but not forcefully, and her muscles wrapped around the foreign shape. This was her Master's cock inside of her, and she felt the same passion, the same warmth and energy as while she was sucking him off, flowing into her tummy and her pussy. She welcomed him like she had never welcomed any man, even welcoming Kenta or her former boyfriends hadn't felt as passionate as this. "Ah! Master!"
"Fae," Paul moaned out her name and slid deeper, deeper, and Fae realized she had never been taken this way before. None of her exes had wanted to take her like a cat in heat, and Kenta was so plain, he only liked missionary and reverse missionary--though at least he seemed to enjoy kissing her.
Paul's chest rubbed across her back as his hips rolled to thrust deep into her. It felt like he was getting deeper than she'd ever been filled before, and it felt so right. "Master, you feel so good!" Paul licked the back of her neck, pushing aside her hair with his muzzle as he thrust deep into her, and she murred deeply as she welcomed every thrust deep into her.
A stray thought flitted through her mind. Should she be doing this bareback? The answer she came up with was that Master was using her, and whatever he wanted was right. It made sense and it made her even hotter. After all, he was going to mark her - a condom would be no good for that.
Ahhhhhn! She heard him grunting with pleasure and felt the warmth of his manhood inside of her. "Mark me, Master! I want to be yours!"
He let out a howl as his cock shot seed into her, and she squirmed as her pussy clenched and writhed around his manhood. For the first time she became truly aware of his knot, and the realization that she was marked and bound to him made her feel even more beautiful.
"So no movie tonight," he whispered, stroking her tummy as he rolled over onto his side and held her beside him. "But we had even more fun, didn't we, Fae-fae?"
"Mmm, yes we did, Master," she said, blushing and beaming. "I'm so happy you own me."
Paul held her tightly and nuzzled her tenderly until well after his knot had released her, until he fell asleep holding her as she faced towards him, nuzzling his chest and dreaming of what he would do with her tomorrow.