The Worst Possible Way to Discover Your Ex Husband's Kinks

Lynda had no idea what to think as she found herself obediently following "Dr." Amber through to her office and whatever indignities awaited her there. Even disregarding all the crazy background shit about her Fairy Godmother zapping her into her ex-husband's jerk off fantasies, this scenario was a lot to take in. There was a whole, probably very dark and twisted, side of Dan's psyche she had never been allowed a glimpse of before, and now she was living in it.

Lynda and Dan's sex life had never been the best. He hadn't shown much of an appetite for doing anything physical with her after they got married, preferring to barricade himself in the bathroom like a teenage boy when he wanted to get off. Apparently he assumed his wife was too naive to realise what he was doing the many times he went in there, as he had told her his lack of interest in sex was due to having a "very low libido"

On one occasion, in the early days when they had been dating, Dan had asked Lynda if she would be up for some "kinky role play" with him. Caught off guard, she had instinctively declined, saying it sounded a little weird for her tastes. He had looked crushed at that slightly tactless remark, and never asked again. Lynda often regretted having been so dismissive, feeling she had caused her partner to shut off a large and important element of his sexuality to her. Consequently, she'd had no idea he found hypnotism hot, or if this was his only or go to sexual fantasy.

The look of Amber's office immediately told Lynda that her ex-husband had never visited a hypnotherapist in real life. There was a desk with nothing on it and a single plastic chair placed on either side, what looked like an examination table from a doctor's surgery, and pictures of Amber in her lab coat, with her arms folded and a stern expression, adorning every wall. Under different circumstances, it might have been funny.

"From now on, you will not be so familiar as to call me Amber or even Dr. Amber" the fantasy doctor ordered as she removed her lab coat to reveal she had been wearing nothing but black lingerie underneath it "You will simply refer to me as your Mistress, and you will do so every time you address me, so I am clear you know your place. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress" Lynda found herself repeating in a monotone style.

She knew this wasn't Amber, of course. She had met the girl a couple of times, and she was actually quite a sweet and bubbly character. Was this a version of her Dan found hotter? Or was it just his personality in his girlfriend's body? She figured if he was controlling this fantasy there had to be some self insert element to her tormentor - and there was something in Amber's tone and wording that reminded Lynda of her ex-husband when he got into one of his darker moods. This was feeling like an increasingly fucked up situation, but there was nothing Lynda could do other than wait obediently for her next instruction.

"Now you will climb up onto the examination table"

"I thought you were a hypnotherapist, Mistress, not a doctor. What are you examining me for exactly?"

"If you use your voice to ask me any more obnoxious questions, I will replace it with a dog's barking for the rest of the session. Do you understand?" Amber threatened coldly.

"Yes Mistress"

As she climbed onto the raised table, Lynda wondered how long Dan's wank fantasies usually lasted. Presumably she wouldn't be released until something happened that was depraved enough for him to finish jerking off to, which wasn't a pleasant thought. She lay down on her stomach and tried to pretend this was a massage.

"On your back" Amber ordered.

"Yes Mistress"

Lynda did as she was told and flipped herself over so Amber, or more realistically Dan, had a perfect, fully frontal nude view of her. It wasn't like he had never seen her naked body before, but this somehow felt even more exposing than if it had been a complete stranger being given such unrestrained access.

"Okay, now for your examination." Amber smirked as she pulled what looked like a magnifying glass from her pocket "You will not move, you will not flinch. You will lay in place like my pretty little doll"

"Yes Mistress"

Amber began moving the magnifying glass slowly up and down Lynda's body, examining and admiring every part of it in close up, clinical detail.

"You know, you still look just as good as ever. It's just a shame you were always such a closed minded, judgemental, vanilla little prude!" Amber scolded, removing any last pretence this wasn't Dan speaking through her "I think I would like to pose you a little now, so you are going to stay perfectly still and let me, like you were my own personal action figure to play with as I please"

"Yes Mistress"

Lynda lay helplessly in place as Amber pushed up her right leg and parted it to the side before doing the same with her left.

"Oh, what a lovely view I have from here" Amber enthused as she stood at the end of the gurney, peering up Lynda's now even more exposed crack with her magnifying glass "Are you enjoying this, Lynda?"

"No, Mistress"

"Oh dear. Well I am, at least"

The imaginary doctor moved back round to the side of the table and lifted one of Lynda's arms up, then placed it so her hand was resting on her breast, her fingers manipulated so they were pinching her nipple. The other hand was then moved down so its fingers were resting delicately at the top of her vulva.

"Wow, don't you look a picture like that"

"I guess so, Mistress"

All Lynda could hope at this point was that her ex-husband would imminently shoot his load and release her from this increasingly humiliating fantasy scenario. But it seemed that wasn't happening just yet.