Housewife's Bliss 02 - Confused
The story thus far...
Fae (a cream-coated asian semi-longhair), unlucky in love, married young to the first man who offered her a comfortable life. In a supposedly open marriage, and with her husband often out on business, she spends many evenings with her best friend Paul (a grey wolf), to whom she has always felt a bit too attracted. One night, Fae watches a hypnosis video before Paul comes over, only to find that she's a natural at being hypnotized - and that Paul made the video. With their secrets exposed, Fae submits to Paul as his hypno-slave and is taken, bareback, by the wolf she's secretly lusted for.
Fae woke with the smell of musk filling her nostrils. It was a surprisingly pleasant smell, though she didn't recall ever enjoying sex that much. She had her head lying on Paul's tummy, where she had fallen asleep last night after watching a pink video. It was surprising that he'd picked one with a corny hypnosis scene - she couldn't recall ever sharing her sensual attraction to the idea of hypnosis with him before. She must have gotten drunk, because they were both undressed.
She only realized that they were undressed when she saw Paul's cock sticking up from his sheath, and felt the warm blush on her face. It looked so very nice, she was tempted to lick it. Maybe kiss it. Wake up Paul with a playful tease...
"Like what you see?"
She gasped and pulled away. "How long have you..."
"About ten minutes," he said, his voice soft and calming. "You looked like such a pretty kitty, I didn't want to wake you."
She blushed and nodded. "Well, I..." she paused, forgetting what she was about to say, and grinned. "I am a pretty kitty, aren't I? Do _you_ like what you see?" She poked her tongue out as she finished asking the question, a clear punctuation mark of her playful intent.
"I like my slavekitty very much," he said. Fae shrugged off the sense of strangeness in that word. He sounded just like the cheesy hypnotist from the porno when he said that. "But I guess you'd like a minute to get dressed, hmm? May I treat you to breakfast, love?"
Fae grinned at the mention of food, and Paul's treat at that. "Treating me to breakfast? We're going for Baconpalooza at the diner as soon as we're both dressed!" She tossed Paul's shirt at him and then pointed to the door.
Paul laughed as he gathered up his clothes. "Well then, I'll meet you at the door, Fae-fae. Make sure to find something as pretty as you are to wear out."
She nodded and kissed him on the cheek as he left her alone in the bedroom, then looked in her closet for something pretty and casual. It didn't take long for her to settle on a simple red blouse and a black knee-length skirt, with a nice silver-studded belt to tie the outfit together. She noted her bras and panties, wondering why she had so much plain underwear - underwear was supposed to be sexy, since the only people seeing it were ones you wanted sex with. Not finding any of her undergarments sexy enough, she just sighed and went without.
Out by the main door, she found Paul, wearing last night's slacks and shirt, and looking as hot as he ever had. "You're the hottest wolf I know, Paul. Thanks for a great night."
This time Paul was caught off guard, and the pink tint on his grey fur made Fae giggle. "That was the hottest DVD you've ever brought over for me. I actually, kinda have a thing for hypnotized slave-girls."
Paul swallowed and nodded. He seemed to relax a bit too. "Well, I am a hypnotherapist, Fae-fae. I don't do that kind of stuff at work, but if you ever want to try being a hypnotized slave-girl, I could do a special private session... or, if you just want to play with it, I make videos on YouTube for people like you."
"I just always thought I was weird to get turned on by the idea of being a mindless slave-girl," she said, locking the door as they headed to the diner. "But if you think it's okay, that feels... wait, you make YouTube videos?"
"Uh, yeah. Pink spiral, white text."
"Those corny things." She snorted softly as she thought about those videos she always skipped over being made by Paul, and now, knowing who made them, or at least some of them, she was curious. "Do they really work?"
"Well, hypnosis is all in the mind of the subject," Paul said. "I just help you find a place where your mind is comfortable and accepts my guidance for whatever you like." He pecked her on the cheek and held her hand. "If that happens to be turning into a mindless slavekitty, then that will work. At work, though, I help people lose weight, or get in shape, or quit smoking. Once in a while I help people with psychological problems or pain management - people who don't want any sort of medicine, y'know?"
Fae smiled. This was the first time she'd ever really discussed Paul's job with him, and it was actually pretty hot to know that he was a hypnotist. "So are you into hypnotized slave-girls, Paul?"
Paul shrugged, leaning in towards her and wrapping his arm around her hips. "I'm not opposed, but I kind of have a special girl in my life. I don't need a slave-girl unless she wants to be one."
Fae pouted as he mentioned a special girl, then blushed as she felt a peck on her cheek. "I'm flattered, Paul, but you know I'm married."
"I do. You keep telling me that Kenta wants you to have someone on the side, Fae-fae." This caught her totally off guard, and she was about to say something when he continued. "You tell me that every time you get drunk, and we did sleep together last night. So, my special girl, you don't have an excuse to not be flattered. Are you interested?"
Fae swallowed heavily she did vaguely remember sex last night, and she had enjoyed it much more than she could remember ever enjoying sex before. She was saved by the smell of the diner's kitchen as a big burly lion pushed out the doorway.
"Baconpalooza! We came here for Baconpalooza, Paul, not to talk about silly stuff like that. Besides, I can answer better on a full tummy." She rubbed her tummy and licked her lips, both largely exaggerated pastiches of her normal movements, as she pulled him inside.
She had the Pigslayer Omelet - with sausage, ham and bacon rolled up inside, crumbled bacon on top, and smothered country hash browns on the side. She had a figure to maintain, and Paul just watched as he ate a country-fried steak with toast and poached eggs. In the end, he didn't touch his hash browns, and Fae ate them eagerly. "So," she hesitantly ventured only after both of their plates were clear, "You really meant it?"
"Fae-fae, I love you." Paul smiled warmly across the table, pausing to pick up his coffee and take a sip. Fae thought she saw a tinge of red as he lifted the cup, though. "I always have. We go way back, right?"
Fae nodded. They had met in grammar school, probably first grade, and become fast friends. They had parted ways at high-school graduation, Fae going to Community, while Paul went off to a university in California. She had actually been surprised when he moved back after University, having figured that all the pretty (skinny) girls in those sexy swimsuits would keep his attention. "Well, yeah. You were always there when I made a bad choice with guys."
Paul nodded and held his hand out, lying it palm upward on the table. "I was afraid to ask you in high school. By the time I came back, you were with Kenta, and you seemed happy. I've always wanted to be close to you, Fae."
Fae actually had to stifle a laugh. "You were _afraid_ to ask me?" Affecting the manner of a southern belle, she raised her lip and eyebrows in amusement, and said, "Why-ever would you be afraid, boy?" She blushed and laughed a little bit, relieved that Paul joined in at her little teasing.
"Okay. I guess, could you just give me a day or two to think it over Ma..." She stopped and swallowed. She had been about to say "Master". She was about to act like the pretty hypnotized girl from the video and call Paul "Master." In an instant her memory filled in some of the details she'd written off, and she just stared across the table as she remembered. "Paul. That wasn't a DVD, was it?"
"The DVD I brought was normal cheesecake, but we never watched it," he said. He was definitely blushing as he swallowed heavily. "Also, I think your ice cream melted on the counter."
Fae blushed even more. "You didn't even ask me."
"You watched two of my YouTube videos before I even got there." He was rationalizing. What a creep! Her best friend had taken advantage of her last night, and now he was making excuses to act like he didn't do anything wrong. "I asked before I did anything."
"I wasn't myself. It's... It's the same as being drunk," she hissed out. She was confused. Despite her anger, she couldn't raise her voice, and she still wanted to just hang out with him. Maybe she still wanted to have sex with him again. "Look, Paul, I need time to think about this. I wasn't myself and you took advantage of me. I'll... I admit, I only did things I wanted to do last night, but I feel like I do after I get drunk - those things we did, maybe they aren't what I _really_ want."
Paul nodded. "I understand, Fae-fae. I can't really _force_ you to do anything, even if you do call me..." He paused and looked around. Fae followed his gaze, and noticed that the diner had gotten pretty busy. "_That_. I'm a hypnotherapist, hon. I have to stick to my ethics code. I only work with people who consent, and even off the clock, I'd be breaking my code if I hypnotized you against your will."
"Thank you for understanding," Fae said, looking down at the empty plate. She used her fork to idly push around some of the leftover gravy for a moment. "Give me a week, at most. By then, I'm sure I'll know what I want. I mean... if I haven't called in a week, you can..."
Paul smiled and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Take your time. If there's anything else you want for breakfast, order now and I'll cover the bill. I have a client in two hours, though, and I still need to wash up and put on clean clothes."
Fae just stared at him for a minute. She couldn't help but recognize the idea that he was her Master, but she wasn't sure if she really liked it or was just following a suggestion. Ad he was _so_ understanding and gentle about this whole thing. "I'll be fine... Paul. I just, I need to think this over."
Eating was, normally, Fae's go-to solution for finding time to think, but she could already tell that it was a bad idea to do that today. She remembered the good times she'd had with Paul when they were cubs: the Saturday mornings in front of the television, the way his parents let her have potato chips (her own parents didn't), how she'd been awkward when she started putting on a few pounds, but he had always called her "good looking", and how geeky he was to actually do that. He really had always been her best friend, but now she had to wonder: had he been playing her all along? At least since he came back from college, had he hoped of seducing her? Had they ever discussed hypnosis before, at all?
Yes, she remembered. When they were younger, they had played a game they called Hypnotist several times. In the game, Paul swung a crystal pendant, one of his mom's necklaces, and did the cheesy Hollywood hypnosis stuff. "You are getting sleepy. Very sleepy." Fae had watched enough cartoons that she played along. It was all very tame stuff, though - a bit of control once he said "You are completely in my power." She became his obedient slavekitty (she caught herself blushing as she thought the word) after he had said those magic words, and then she would do his chores, review his homework, and lose in any other games so he felt better about himself.
But it was just a game, and the last time had been during that summer, 14 years ago.
"You are completely in my power, Fae-fae. How does it feel?"
"How should it feel, Master?"
Paul shrugged. "It feels good to be my slavekitty. Today I'd like to just go out for a hike in the woods. You know your way around my kitchen, so pack us up a nice lunch while I get the rest of the things we need."
So she had prepared tuna salad, picked two packets of cheese cubes, and a few bags of chips, then mixed up a big jug of fruit punch. After packing the lunches into brown paper bags, she waited for Paul to come up out of the basement with their hiking pack.
It wasn't long, and it was a fun day. They hiked uphill to a nice secret place Fae had long-since forgotten, and then Paul pulled out the picnic blanket and the ruby pendant he'd nicked from his mom's jewelry chest. "Fae-fae, wanna be my total slavekitty now?"
She blushed and nodded. "Yes master. It feels good to be your slavekitty." She had just been playing along, and that day they had done naughty things - things Fae had never told anyone, and had made Paul swear to never mention to anybody, not even her. They had gotten naked and touched each others' bodies. At one point she had wanted to ask him to stop, but a hypnotized person could only obey, even if they resisted or fought against it, that was the rule the shows and movies had all shown them.
They had not, however, had sex. At the most it could, maybe, be described as clumsy, exploratory, childish foreplay. She didn't remember the details clearly, but she knew they hadn't done anything really bad. They had been naked for half the afternoon before Paul told her to get dressed so they could head back, and before they left the secret spot, he had swung the pendant and said, "You enjoyed everything we did today, but now you are out of my power and free to act as yourself."
So, of course, her first act had been to say, "Please never tell anybody what we did today."
"Why not?"
She blushed hard. "I want to stay your friend, Paul, but if we ever tell anybody they might make us stop being friends."
Paul's eyes widened and he nodded. "You mean... bad touch stuff? Can we talk about it when we're alone?"
"No! Somebody might walk in and then we'd get in trouble for doing it and for hiding it, and we'd never get to hang out again.
"Can we still play Hypnotist?"
Fae blushed bright red and hugged Paul tight. "As long as we never do this again, we can still play," and then she lowered her voice, whispering in his ear, "Master."
As she let go of him, she saw that Paul was even redder than she was. They had packed up the picnic blanket quietly, then hiked back to Paul's house.
They had never played Hypnotist again, but they had stayed good friends. In fact, after that day, they had never even watched any of the movies with sexy hypnotized girls, and Paul got really awkward when they were watching TV and a hypnotized girl showed up.
Fae now began to wonder if all of that had been to protect their friendship and keep Paul from talking about that day.
She picked up her phone and recorded a voice note to herself. "Ask Master if he remembers _that_ day." When she played it back she blushed, but she wasn't going to repeat it. "Slip of the tongue," she whispered, unsure if she was convincing herself about that.
After all, no matter what she said, when she was alone, she still loved the image of hypnotized girls, and the thought of being one.
She struggled while shopping for clothes. She picked out sexy panties, then tried to convince herself, before paying, that she _only_ wanted them because of Paul's hypnosis. In the end she bought them, because she knew that she was pretty and sexy, and deserved to have sexy panties. She then decided to visit the gym and start on a workout regimen. She wasn't sure why, but she _couldn't_ convince herself that this sudden idea was from Paul. It seemed like Paul enjoyed her plush form, so if she trimmed down maybe he wouldn't like her anymore. And when she realized that she did still like Paul, and didn't want him to _stop_ liking her, she decided to just do some low impact spinning.
After which, she had a strawberry smoothie. So, by the end of her day out shopping, she realized, very disappointed in herself, that she had hardly put any thought into whether she _wanted_ to be a slavekitty or not, and had just treated herself to a nice day out.
She headed home, hoping Kenta was on schedule. She had realized, on her way out of the mall, that every time she started to think about whether or not she wanted to be Master's - no, not Master's, Paul's - she forcefully corrected her thinking in midstream, forgetting, in the process, what was next. She did want to be Paul's lover, she decided, but right now, she really had to know if Kenta was really, truly, okay with it.
Kenta was home, and he had picked up a big platter of sushi from their favorite place.
"Buy anything nice, hon?"
Fae nodded and pulled out a nice pair of black lace panties. "I could wear them for you tonight," she said, blushing slightly at how forward she suddenly found herself being. "I was watching a DVD last night and the girl had panties like these. I wanted to get something similar for myself."
Kenta chuckled a bit. "Oh yeah, I noticed the DVD case and the melted ice cream. You had Paul over, then?"
"Yes," she admitted. "He has great taste."
"Oh, sure. Co-Ed Campus VI is wonderful taste," Kenta said, the barest hint of sarcasm in his voice. When he continued, though, Fae knew he was being sincere. "You're a really beautiful lady, hon, and Paul is a great guy for you. When are you going to just get the bullshit over with and tell him how you feel?"
Fae swallowed suddenly, choking down the piece of yellowfin sushi in her mouth. How did Kenta know how she felt about Paul? Did her lips really get so loose when she had a few drinks?
"Oh, I see." Kenta grinned "You're still not comfortable with the idea," Kenta said, shaking his head as he raised his right hand to his forehead. Stroking back along his head and vulpine ears, he sighed heavily. "You know, Fae, I wanted this marriage open for _your_ sake, not mine. I want you to feel free to be yourself and find someone, or someones, you can find enjoyment in when I'm out of town. My national trips this year are nothing, love. Next year I have to start going to Europe to check on facilities there, and if you just... If you just keep repressing yourself until I get home... I don't think that's healthy."
"I..." Fae blushed as she felt her pulse quickening. "I kind of... I guess, when... when I drink..."
Kenta stared blankly, and then chuckled. "Yeah, a little wine loosens your lips better than any sweet talk, love. Are you trying to say that Paul has known for a while?"
"I, um... I guess so." Fae's eyes flitted quickly down and to the right. "I mean, that's what he said at breakfast." Had he said it at breakfast? Had she imagined last night or breakfast or... "I think that we um, well, finally did something last night."
Kenta stood up with a strange sort of smile on his face, then set his piece of cod sushi down. "I'm happy for you," he said, walking to her and wrapping his arms around her. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me about it?"
"Master is the best man I've ever slept with," she blurted out. "And he's happy that I love you, and he wants us to have a healthier, happier relationship."
Kenta took a deep breath at that. "Master?"
"Paul." Fae took a very deep breath. "Do you know what Paul does for a living?"
"Yes. He's helped me get over my motion sickness, dear. He's a hypnotherapist, and a damned good one."
"He also makes hypnofetish videos," Fae said, blushing. "And I've always had a thing for being a hypnotized slave-girl. So... last night, he kind of became my hypnotic Master and I'm his slavekitty now."
Kenta squeezed her gently. "I see. Well, Fae, I would never be cut out for that role," he said. "If you want him to be your master, I think you couldn't wish for someone better."
Fae blushed, warmth filling her body. "He wants me to serve you too," she said without thinking. "I'm supposed to obey him first, then you, then be generally submissive and obedient to everybody." She couldn't remember where she knew that from, it was just a natural bit of her knowledge.
Kenta paused and just held her. "Well then I owe Paul some thanks," he said simply. "Fae, do you want to serve Paul and me?"
Fae paused. She hadn't even thought about serving Kenta. She hadn't remembered her suggested obligation to serve him until she had said it. But he was her husband, and she did love him. "I don't know. I'm happy to be with you, and to serve you, but... I'm still nervous about Paul."
Kenta kissed her cheek. "Why are you nervous about him? Isn't he your oldest and best friend? Do you think he would do anything to hurt you?"
"He didn't ask me," she blushed, but knew that wasn't totally true. Her memories were coming back a bit. He had asked her. She might have been relaxed, but she had told the truth. "I mean, he took advantage of me being in a trance..." Again not entirely true. He had asked and she had agreed. He had proposed the game and she agreed to the rules. She played along. "He caught me off guard, Kenta. He did ask, and maybe he took advantage of me being in a trance, but... I let him. I mean, hypnosis isn't like movies, right? I had to actually _let_ him do whatever he did, right?"
Paul knew that hypnosis was a tool of beliefs. The potency of hypnosis was based on beliefs, and what he had done with Fae was only possible because of her own beliefs about hypnosis - she believed all of the Hollywood stuff was accurate, regardless of what she might supposedly know to the contrary. He spent the day, between his clients, wondering what had possessed him to do something so stupid. He had promised himself he would never hypnotize Fae again, and then he saw her...
He saw her just like she had been that summer day. Slurring her words, though she would never admit to it. Calm, relaxed, a million miles away, but absolutely aware of him. He had been too scared at how well it worked - that day had been the first, and last, time he hypnotized anyone, until he took his Psychological Hypnosis class in university. At twelve years old, he hadn't been prepared for what he had done to Fae.
In fact, he had hardly understood what he was doing, except that it was so grown up and cool. He was just like the hypnotists in the movies. And in hindsight, he understood that Fae was just like the girls in the movies because she _believed_ that was how a hypnotized girl was supposed to act. As he'd woken her up, he had made sure she enjoyed the day.
So he was understandably shocked by her first words after waking up, "Please never tell anybody what we did today."
"Why not?" He was shocked, flustered by the suddenness and firmness she put into those words.
She blushed hard. "I'm your best friend, Paul, but if we ever tell anybody they might make us stop hanging out."
Paul's understood what she was saying - they had been in some school meetings about dangerous strangers and bad touches. "Oh, you mean... Did I do bad touch stuff? Please, can we talk about today when we get home?"
"No! Somebody might catch us, Paul! Then we'd get in trouble for doing it _and_ for hiding it. We'd never be able to hang out again.
Paul blushed as he felt the tent in his pants, which quickly diminished when he was confronted with the idea of never hanging out with Fae. She as special and he wanted to be with her forever. "Well... Can we still play Hypnotist?"
Fae blushed bright red and hugged Paul tight. The ten returned and she kissed his cheek. "Of course we can. Just we can never do _this_ again, but we can still play," and then she lowered her voice, whispering in his ear, "Master."
As she let go of him, Paul's flushed cheeks were as uncomfortable as the tent in his pants, but at least Fae seemed to only look at his face. He was scared about losing her as they had packed up the picnic blanket quietly, then hiked back to Paul's house. When she headed home she kissed him, quickly and playfully, then whispered "Master" one last time.
That night, Paul had hidden away the pendant and the roll of film he'd taken pictures on that day. He hid them in a box in the attic, swearing he would never hypnotize Fae again, so they could always stay friends.
They had remained friends. Fae never mentioned Hypnotist again, and they had, during junior high, had a few sleepovers where they explored each others' bodies and "experimented", but never anything too serious. Never Hypnotist. Only once did Fae ever utter that secret, forbidden, instant-tenting word to Paul, and that was also the only time they had tried any drugs. Were the drugs why she'd said it that night? He didn't know, and right now he didn't care.
He was in his parents' house, looking for the box. It was a small blue plastic pencil-box, and it had memories of grade school in it. As he looked, his mind kept looking at other memories. After the night with the joint, Fae had started to put on weight. She had always been a bit soft, but she became voluptuous, and Paul could, sometimes, not look at her without the image of her distant stare and plain tone filling his mind and making him erect.
He'd wanted to ask her to the Fall Formal in their junior year. He had even worked up the nerve, but was just beat out when Ken, the library assistant (also, a senior) asked her out right in front of him. She had enjoyed the dance, and confided that if Ken made a move, and she really _hoped_ he would, she would have sex that night. Ken had made the move, and Fae had enjoyed it, but he called it off a few weeks later. Apparently he didn't want a reputation as a chubby chaser, and Paul had been there to comfort his best friend. The most frustrating part was that Paul was on the JV wrestling team - his way of dealing with being jealous of the athletes Fae wanted was to become one -- though she never seemed to notice him any more because of it.
That incident was the only other time he had hypnotized someone. One of the other junior girls, Sarah, had asked him to Fall Formal just after Ken asked Fae. Then she told him that she wanted a hypnotist's duel -- he tried to refuse, but she played him. Some of the girls he had dated, and the threat of taking Fae and making her into Sarah's slave-kitten, had pushed him to act. The terms were simple -- the night before the Formal, they met and each had two hours to trance and give a suggestion to the other, something they would do during the dance. He was going to kiss Sarah, feeling all of his passion for Fae and kissing Sarah as if she were Fae, when Sarah was announced as the Queen of the Formal. His suggestion was simpler: Sarah was going to admit that she was hypnotizing the student body while accepting the crown. If one of them won, the other would be bound by whatever terms the winner gave them after the Formal. They had both won.
Senior year he had managed a strong balance between his athletics, leading the wrestling team to state semifinals (third place was good, he reminded himself), but also making good enough marks and holding up a strong enough record to go to a notable college on the west coast. He had even earned a scholarship for his wrestling performance, which had helped him afford the west coast college.
He had dated in college, but he never brought his hypnofetish into it. That stayed private, though he did write one fantasy story that he submitted to a newsgroup. It was popular, but not enough to distract him from finishing his degree and then seeking licensing as a psychiatric therapist back home.
At home he had met Fae again. She was now engaged to Kenta, who happened to be one of Paul's first clients. Paul paused as he remembered that - Kenta traveled so much for work that he needed help with motion sickness, but he didn't want any drugs. A single session had helped with that, and Kenta kept coming back for childhood issues that had, to put it bluntly, affected his ability to form positive emotional connections. Kenta received traditional therapeutic counseling, not hypnotherapy, for those problems. He liked Kenta, though, and he was a good fit for Fae, even if Paul did suspect Fae could use some serious counseling about why she had chosen Kenta.
In fact... Paul's memories were derailed when he saw the pencil-box. It was his combined memories from grade school, and after all these years, it was time to open it. A lot of pictures he and Fae had taken, plus the one roll he had never developed. And he knew he couldn't take this roll to a photo lab. He had to find someone he could trust to not turn him in for having pictures of the naked twelve-years-old him and Fae. He didn't actually care about the nudity in them anyway.
He picked up the stack of already developed images. They had done lots of stuff. Some of the pictures had her dressed like a maid or a secretary. They had both enjoyed playing with costumes in grade school, typical and otherwise, and they had parents who let them get costumes more than once a year. That they had both claimed to want to be actors when they grew up had helped to justify it.
Paul chuckled when he looked over a set where they had done some damsel in distress pictures - with Fae dressed in the shining armor and himself in the dress. Certainly not something they told other people about - if she had doubts, that might reassure her. They had a dozen or so photos to each game or play or shoot - some were inside, some were outside, and some were private things from their special place.
Looking longingly at the undeveloped roll of film, Paul sighed heavily. Fae had to be the one to decide if they were going to develop it. After last night, and this morning, the ball was in her court, and Paul expected that if there was ever go to be a lift on their personal taboo of that day, this was the time for it. The rest of these pictures, though...
If Fae didn't still have her copies somewhere, they could talk about old times next time they got together. He also took the old pendant - a simple crystal necklace originally from his mother's jewelry box. He left the other packet of photos for another day, since they were much more mundane memories of everyday life.
Fae kept herself Invisible on Skype that night, and enjoyed serving her husband. It was strange how warm and satisfying it felt to her just to kneel and suck Kenta off, she really lost herself in it for the first time, and was very pleased with how pretty her new underwear looked and felt on her. It was also very reassuring that she still enjoyed sex with Kenta. After she had sucked his off absentmindedly for a half hour, he made her bend over and took her like a wild animal.
Kenta was skinny, but he held her like a bear as he ravished her, murring loudly in her ear as he let his hips do all of the work. His cock throbbed with passion, and for the first time she could remember, Fae felt his passion fueling her own enjoyment. He had some endurance too - unlike some nights, where he finished within a few minutes, he spent half an hour in her, holding her, and petting her breasts when he slowed down to pace himself.
"Please cum in me, Kenta!" She was begging and whimpering by the end, for the first time experiencing an orgasm of her own with anything other than a toy. "Aaaahhhhh! Fill me with your hot juice!" She wanted it, she wanted her husband to use her, and it turned her on now to get fucked and knowing how into it he was made _her_ feel more into it. She ended up yowling loudly and grinding her hips in contretemps to Kenta's firm, if short but pleasing, thrusts, making it feel like he was getting deeper, and letting herself savor the warm feeling of his cock until he yipped and thrust harder, and she felt the warm moisture flood from him.
It felt amazing, she thought, purring as her own orgasm, a long crescendo that had begun almost five minutes before Paul's, finally subsided and left her speechless and nearly breathless. The way Paul slid out, turned her over, and then slid back in made her blush, as though she had something to be ashamed or embarrassed about with her husband, and the way he smiled looking at her, locking his eyes with hers until her eyes flitted down and she felt another flush across her face. "I... I love you, Kenta."
With the soft, caring smile that had first attracted her to him, Kenta held her, rubbing her tummy as they talked, mostly about nothing important, yet somehow it felt very important. Neither of them wanted children right now, both of them wanted to make the other happy, and at the end, he changed the topic to something important. Something very important to her right now.
"If Paul makes you happy," Kenta whispered in her ear, "Call him. Talk to him. And if you really like being a hypnotized girl, be Paul's hypnotized girl."
Fae could feel her face getting hot again, but she... she couldn't explain how much better it made her feel to know that Kenta not only approved, but seemed happy about her Master. And, more importantly, she knew that she would obey her husband's commands. Though she had spent all day trying to resist her Master's commands, if her husband wanted her to be with her Master, then it was fine.
"Yes, sir," she whispered in response to the commands she had accepted. He hadn't answered her before, though, and closing her eyes and nuzzling him, she whispered, "I _really_ love you, Kenta."
"I know," he whispered back. "I absolutely, forever, love you, Fae. Sweet dreams."
She did dream sweetly, of how beautiful she felt when Paul was around, and how hot it was when she was obeying Kenta. The two were strangely compelling and equally powerful, and in her dreams, she couldn't tell if she loved one more, or differently, than the other. She woke to the sunrise coming in her bedroom window, once again with her nostrils full of the scent of musk, and knew that she didn't need to resist Master. She had Kenta's blessing, and thus felt neither need nor desire to resist her Master's will.