Finally Awake

He cups my chin and guides me up to my feet, all willpower I thought I once had quickly dissolving away as my body follows his lead. Trish just stands there complacently, rubbing her thighs together as her face flushed with arousal. So that's it then, she knew, she must have called him while she was getting the coffees... But why?

My brain was firing on all cylinders, trying to think of a way out of this, trying to understand why this is happening, trying to understand why my body is so turned on by this. He whispers a word in my ear that I can't quite make out as my body slinks back down into the couch, no longer responding, leaving me trapped in my own body but unable to move, unable to get up and run away.

"It will be easier this way, I can tell you all about what I did to you, and what I'm going to do; and you'll just have to sit there and listen". So he did do this to me, I was right, none of this is natural, it's some kind of mind control or hypnosis or something. "Feel my words permeate your mind, removing the mental blocks I gave you as I speak. Remember back to our wedding night, the promise I gave you, the secret desire you shared with me."

Those memories once blocked through hypnotic suggestion begin flooding back into my mind. I... I asked for this. It was my fantasy. To be turned into nothing more than a mindless sex toy for him. This was my desire for as long as I can remember, and he was the only one I felt comfortable enough with to share. To be this sex toy and try to fight my way back to 'normalcy'.

And Trish... She wasn't the one who had a crush on me, it was the other way around. She was my wedding gift. My husband altered her mind much like my own, making her so eager to act out on these fantasies I finally had the courage to share with someone. All the hypnotic suggestions and triggers finally now faded from my mind, returning me to normal both in body and mind.

I gaze up at my husband now finally awake for the first time in weeks. The prospect of spending the rest of my life with someone who has that much power over me excites me to no end. Unbridled power but so gentle and caring too, only doing things to me that I've expressed are my desires. My mind begins racing of what the rest of my life if going to look like with him as a smile creeps on my face.

An idea, a fantasy, pops into my head as I turn to face Trish and ask my husband a question... "Can we keep her?".

END