Martin plays dirty

"Max, don't let her leave." Martin commands. He then heads to the kitchen area and grabs himself a beer from the fridge. "You can start stripping now sugar tits. Let's see what you got under those fancy clothes."

I blush once more, this time in anger. "Listen you piece of shit, you might have control of my husband but that doesn't mean..."

"It would be a shame if Max had to learn about the affair you were having." Martin flicks his wrist and opens the can with a sudden 'pshhhh'. "Not too many marriages survive that."

I sputter. "What the hell are you talking about? I love my husband, I would never cheat on him!"

Taking a sip from his beer his eyes scan around. He picks up card stock piece of junk mail that was lying there. "Funny, this picture shows it quite clearly." He approaches my husband and shows him the ad for steam cleaning. "Maxwell, look at this picture of Bridget making love to that black friend of yours. Look how happy they look."

I watch as my husband stares at the cleaning service ad in disbelief. His fingers stroke the surface. He looks up at me, his face a mask of heart wrenching pain and betrayal. This couldn't be happening!

He gasps. "How could you!? With Andre?" Andre was one of Max's oldest and dearest friends.

I rush to his side. He was sitting on the couch, I kneel by his legs trying to look him in the eye. But his gaze was focused on 50% off steam cleaning. "Oh baby, this isn't real Max! Can't you see that? I'd never cheat on you baby!" Max was shaking in both anger and wounded pride. I turn to Martin. "Why are you doing this!? Stop this!"

He grins down at me. "Sure, you just have to start cooperating."

"I am not going to cooperate! I'm calling the fucking cops the second I get out of here!" I promise.

"And tell them what exactly? It will just be our word against yours. And I promise you your husband will be filing for divorce by tomorrow morning." He chuckles. "Listen baby cakes, I remembered your husband because he is one of a special few. To be blunt, most of what I do is bullshit. A bit of fun with easily influenced minds. But once in while you run across someone you can truly dominate. Your husband was just such a person. A hypnotist's dream come true. I own him now. I'll take you guys for some money and a bit of fun right now, but if you play along this will all go away soon enough."

Max was trembling with rage. "You fucking bitch! You fucking whore!" He stands up suddenly and looks down at me with a fiery anger. I'd never in my life been afraid of him...I was now.

Martin steps forward. "Wait Maxwell. That isn't Bridget. That's not even Andre. How could I be so foolish?" He takes the ad back from my husband. Max looks at it again and takes a long relieved breath. Martin then says. "In fact, you don't even remember anything about this picture." Maxwell's face goes blank for a moment. Martin chuckles as he looks at his handiwork, obviously loving the power he held over my Max. He then looks at you with an expression telling you that he was in charge here and he was getting impatient.

He says. "Max, strip your wife. If she resists do it rough. If she doesn't, do it nice." He looks at me. "The choice is yours."