Holly

It began one day in 2018, we had been working on the garden and the nut trees all day and my wife found herself particularly sore.

“Damn it!” she said, “Even the Tylenol isn’t helping out this time. I ache all over!”

“Well, my love. I can massage you if you like.”

“No! I think if you started putting pressure on my muscles I’d scream. It would hurt more than help.”

“There is another option, I can put you under and help you to relax your muscles.”

Now, a word here. My wife had, for as long as I had known hypnosis, been unwilling to have me put her under. After the first few experiments with clasped hands she was unable to unclasp and an arm that she was unable to bend when I had straightened it, she had decided that I wasn’t going to hypnotize her any more. She had this issue with control, she liked the illusion of having none but not the reality. I knew that she hurt seriously when she pondered my offer for a moment. She must have thought I was too tired and sore to remember the other thing she had confided to me that she worried about. Once, when slightly tipsy, she had mentioned the fact that she knew I was a pervert and was worried about what I could make her do sexually if I had her hypnotized. It isn’t like there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do. My main problem was the frequency with which she was willing to do it (or wasn’t willing as the case frequently was).

“I think I’d like that if you could actually manage it.” she finally replied after several moments thought.

I shook my head in disbelief and hurriedly set up for an Elman induction.

“Ok Holly, I’m going to help you relax. The first thing I need you to do is to close your eyes. Your eyes don’t hurt do they?”

“No.”

“OK, then relax your eyes and let them close. Take a deep breath, close your eyes and let them relax. The muscles around your eyes are following along, relaxing just as your eyes are. When your eyes are totally relaxed they will be so relaxed that you cannot open them so long as they remain relaxed.”

I repeated this several times, noting her face become more and more relaxed. I knew this would work since it was very similar to the testing procedures she had agreed to with me before.

“Now your eyes are so relaxed they won’t open. I want you to try to open your eyes while keeping them relaxed.”

Her efforts to open her eyes came to naught and I could see her sinking deeper into relaxation when I told her to stop trying to open them.

“Now, that relaxation in your eyes is growing and needs to spread. Allow it to spread through the rest of your head and down into your neck.”

As I saw her neck begin to relax where it joined her shoulders I was sure that it was working.

“Now, that relaxation is building in your neck, pooling in your neck. It needs to flow as it continues to grow. Feel that relaxation flow down through your body. As it passes through your back and your arms and your legs it will ease away the stiffness and soreness. It flows down through your body, reaching all parts of it. As it flows into your toes you can feel all your stiffness and soreness flowing out through the soles of your feet and down into the ground. Can you feel the stiffness and soreness flowing out of you? Rejuvenating your muscles and your body?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now you’ll find that when I tell you to you will be able to open your eyes. You’ll open them briefly and when you close them again you’ll find yourself ten times more relaxed than you are now. Open your eyes... Now close them... Go ten times deeper than you were. Now we’ll do this once again and you’ll find yourself twice as relaxed as you are now. Open your eyes... Now close them... Double your relaxation. Now one final time and we’ll get you much deeper. Open your eyes... Close them... Much deeper, all the way down... Good... Are you relaxed now?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we’ll do one more thing to relax you, I am going to raise your arm, if you’ve done as I’ve said, and I think you have, then it will be totally limp. Don’t help me at all, I’m just going to pick up your arm a few inches and then drop it. When I do, allow it to drop with a nice satisfying plop and go much deeper.”

As I lifted her arm I could tell that she was under. As I dropped it she let out a sigh and her face relaxed even more than it had earlier.

“I am going to lift your arm several times, each time I drop it you’ll find yourself going much deeper into relaxation.”

After lifting and dropping her arm another five times I felt that she was ready to proceed. I ran her through a mental relaxation process involving reciting the alphabet backwards and forgetting the letters to come. Most people only make it through Z, Y, X. My stubborn bitch managed all the way down to T. But eventually her mind was relaxed as well. I gloated, my morals being pretty much spot on to what she had confided to me that she worried about, and decided on my plan of action.

“Holly, do you like this state of relaxation you are in?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Well, I am going to ask you some questions, if you answer them truthfully you will stay in your current state of relaxation. If you lie to me you will become slightly agitated and lose some of that relaxation. If that happens, if you lie to me, your right index finger will begin to twitch. This will irritate you and you will feel that it is causing you to lose some of your relaxation that you like. You will know that the only way to stop it twitching and regain your state of relaxation is to correct yourself and speak the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Good, Why do you prefer to not have sex with me more frequently?”

“When we have sex, you can always make me come. When you make me come I feel as though I am not in control.”

“What is so bad about not being in control?”

“When I am not in control I feel used.”

Her right index finger began to twitch, I waited patiently and after about 10 seconds she spoke again.

“When I am not in control I am tempted to just let all my control go and just allow myself to belong to someone else. It is the reason I always demurred whenever you told me you’d like me to be your personal slut. I am far too tempted and could easily fall into that as my life.”

The more she spoke and explained, the calmer her index finger became.

“Do you really want to be controlled and shy away from it because you think it is wrong?”

“Of course it is wrong, I am a strong woman, I shouldn’t be tempted to throw that all away just because I think something would feel good and I would like it.”

“Why do you think that you cannot be a strong woman and be controlled.”

“A strong woman always makes her own choices and does not let them be made for her.”

I was delighted at this point, seeing a means to garner what I had always wanted. My wife as my personal slut but mostly unchanged in all other ways.

“So” I said, “When you make choices that makes you a strong woman?”

“Yes, the choices I make on my own make me a stronger woman. The more choices I make for myself, the better I feel about myself and the stronger I feel.”

“Would you like more choices to make in order to make you feel better about yourself and make you feel stronger?”

“Not if you are just creating them, they must be real choices, with real consequences and potential for learning for them to count.”

“Well then, here is something to think on. This idea will just float around in your brain, popping up from time to time, at least twice a day. If you were to become your husband’s personal slut, every time he told you to do something, it would be your choice whether or not to obey it. Could you choose to obey all his commands regardless of what they were? Is that a chance for choices you would never otherwise encounter? Would those additional choices make you stronger? They would definitely have consequences and the potential for learning. If you truly want choices such as you described, that would fit the bill.”

It was easy from there. I told her that she would not consciously remember the conversation we had while she was under but that the ideas represented would pop into her mind daily. I gave her a trigger to go back into trance state. Also, being who I am, I ensured that she would be horny when she came out of trance. One final suggestion I made to her was that in the future when she was sore and tired she had two options. She could ask me to put her under and relax her or she could have kinky sex with me, the more kinky the sex the more relaxation she would gain from it. I didn’t think that this suggestion would bear fruit any time soon but I thought that if I repeated it enough, which I would, that it might then be somewhat more successful. The final thing I need was give her a trigger phrase to get her back into trance quickly.

I brought her out of trance and she slumped into the chair.