Filled With a Dumb Lust and Fear

"You sure you don't want me to help you relax?" I purred in Simon's ears, sliding a hand down his chest and pushing him against the back of the couch. He shook his head, visibly frustrated. "What? You think John's hidden suggestions will make me bite your dick off?" I chuckled. "Come on..."

He hadn't commanded me back to my normal state of mind after ordering me to relax, and the contrast between my casual attitude and his frustration was obvious. "I just... I'm worried. I don't know how to fix that shit..." He said, and I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Maybe it wont be triggered at all, and we wont even have to deal with it!" I suggested. "Well, just me going haywire every weekend, but we can figure it out, right?"

He sighed. "Maybe... Keep you **** or something. I'm not really into that idea."

I shrugged. He could do as he pleased with me, after all. "Whatever works, I guess."

"I'm serious, Ashley. How would it even work? You'd switch at 5PM, sharp, and then what? I can't sneak into your office every Friday afternoon and leave with you **** or high as a kite. People would get suspicious."

I shrugged again, a smile on my face. "I'm sure you'll find a solution, honey." I really wasn't worried anymore, thank God for that!

"Okay... You know what? Let's fix this right now. Snap out of it! Stop obeying my last commands of the day!" He ordered, and I felt the world shift. The fear and the panic came rushing back, and I gasped, feeling tears in my eyes.

"Fuck!" I cursed, my breath short again, my heart beating fast.

"You really can't remember any of his suggestions?" Simon asked. "I mean the dead man's switches..."

I tried, really tried to remember, but it was all hazy. "No... Not at all! I can barely even remember the day you two hypnotized me together..."

Was I feeling any different already? Surely I'd know if a trigger had been activated, right? I didn't feel like hurting him or myself... I was panicking, yes, but not any more than I would have expected in these circumstances. I was scared of what might happen, but I wasn't acting on any suggestion in particular, not that I knew of. Maybe John had been careful, planned ahead in case he died? Well... That didn't really sound like him, but I could still hope.

I looked at Simon. He was pale. He looked terrified. "Can I... hug you?" I said, my voice shaky. "Please?"

He nodded, and I wrapped my arms around him. I was shaking. He was shaking too. "Please... Please don't let anything happen to me." I begged him. "I don't want to go crazy. I don't want to hurt you..." The tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop myself. I was afraid. I was so, so scared.

"Alright, honey... That's enough worrying for one night, alright?" He said, his eyes on me. "I need you to be brave. I need you to be strong. Stop being afraid, now!"

Suddenly the fear and the panic was gone, and I could breathe again. I wasn't relaxed either, not like before, but I was just... fine, I suppose. I was fine. "Right," I nodded, smiling at him. "With a bit of luck we still have four days to come up with a solution." I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. "And right now... we've got a couple of hours left before I become Mrs. Wage **** again. So how about you let me help you relax too, huh?" I gave him a playful grin, my hand reaching down his pants. "I can't order you not to worry, but I know a thing or two that can help you feel better..."

He chuckled and finally relaxed a bit. "Fair enough, honey. I guess there isn't much else to do for now."

I leaned closer, nibbling at his earlobe. "Then how about you play with my mind a bit, too, and have fun?"

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back against the couch. "You want me to play with your mind, honey?" He said, his eyes staring into mine, burning with an intensity I rarely had seen from him before.

"I do..." I murmured. "I do..." I wanted anything that he could want. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to play with me like he owned me. Because he did, half of the time anyway.

"Then here's what you're gonna do, when I tell you to, you're gonna be dumb. Dumber than a brick. So fucking stupid that you'll barely know how to speak."

I chuckled, the idea a bit ridiculous, and yet eagerly anticipating his signal. "Oh so you want to fuck a bimbo tonight, huh?" I purred.

"Exactly," he said, his hand grabbing the back of my head. "The dumbest bimbo you can imagine. Be that bimbo, now!"

I laughed and smiled at him. He was so silly, telling me to act dumb. I mean, what's that mean? I giggled and pressed my big tits against his chest, and looked at him. "Wait... What we was talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused. Moving my mouth to say words, it was... hard! I felt my brain working slower than usual. It was a funny feeling, but I was too dumb to really think about it.

"How about you stop worrying about it and take your clothes off, instead?" He said, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Oh!" I gasped and nodded, smiling at him. "Good idea!" I struggled to undo the buttons of my blouse. Why were clothes so complicated? "What you wanna do after that, huh?"

"Guess," he said, grinning.

"Hmm..." I was struggling to think, but I still managed to free my tits from the confines of my blouse, shaking my arms like an idiot. The more I tried to think, the harder it became to focus on anything. "I dunno... You wanna watch TV?"

"No, silly, I'm gonna fuck you." He said, his fingers reaching for my boob and grabbing it hard. I giggled. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless."

"Senslus?" I said. I wasn't sure I understood that word. He unbuckled his pants, his big cock popping out of his underwear. "Oooooh..." I moaned, my pussy getting wet. "I love cock!" I giggled, and after a few awkward attempts I managed to properly position myself on my knees in front of me, engulfing the tip of his cock in my mouth.