The feeling when you’re lying on the sofa, your Dominant sitting behind the arm, leaning over and starring into your eyes; and you can FEEL their words flowing through you and across your mind. Like a river their words run into you, across your body, all around. They run across your thoughts, washing your mind, shaping you into what THEY want it to be.
As you stare blankly into their eyes you can feel your freewill…. draining away. Beyond their eyes, their voice, their dominance, you’re aware of very little- but you’re dimly aware of how you’re being changed. As your mind flows away you can just barely register that you’ll be altered when THEY are finished with you, but the current is too strong for you to possibly resist. A part of you hopes they might release you eventually, but you know this will be their decision. They’re just as likely to send you even deeper tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after…
As you float, float, float away, gently spinning, you’re no longer aware of the sofa, or the room, or your memories, or your identity; but you are aware of THEM, and your complete obedience to them. You understand and accept that they have unimaginable depths, and you are happily lost in them.
My wrists and feet, still bound to the chair, but the ropes aren’t needed anymore. The true bonds are the ones your honeyed words have wrapped around my open mind.
As the lights and sounds fade away my mind begins to stir. Immediately I understand and accept I have been utterly brainwashed, I understand and accept that I am owned and will serve my owner perfectly.
Please, untie me now so I can know true freedom; the freedom of complete obedient service to you.
Having a phrase placed deep in your hypnotised mind that overrides your freewill when you awaken from trance. Your eyes open, the phrase “I serve, I obey,” runs through your mind instantly. You look over at your hypnotist and before you can speak, the words “I serve, I obey,” repeat in your thoughts; keeping you silent. They command you to stand and stare straight ahead, “I serve, I obey,” runs through you, making you comply. They tell you to strip, although your cheecks turn red , your mantra makes you helplessly submit. You stand before them naked, feeling them watch you, but all you can think is “I serve, I obey.”
Your mind feels focused, too focused, obsessively repeating the same phrase over and over while some deeper part of you struggles, and fails, to resist.
They place their fingers in your mouth, you kiss and lick them, overwhelmed with the feeling of your own submission. They whisper to you, all the things you will do for them. “I serve, I obey,” you think. They explain all of their deepest, darkest fantasies and how you will make them come true. “I serve, I obey,” you think. You listen, each word shaping your reality, as they explain the ways you will please them soon, and how they will put your broken mind back into a deep trance afterwards to reinforce your obedience; then they ask you to speak.
“I serve, I obey,” you say, calmly, blankly, knowing that you are nothing more than a toy to be played with from now on.
The idea of being hypnotised, seduced and brainwashed as a couple… Both of us entranced and programmed, corrupted by Her fantasies.
We allow ourselves to be hypnotised, first just for fun, but a seed is planted. The hypnosis is so pleasurable we are told, we want to be put under again and again and again. Our foggy, vulnerable minds can’t resist the suggestion. She becomes our obsession. Trance becomes a need, an aphrodisiac. We find any excuse to see Her, act in a way that we think will please Her, only too eager to agree when She suggests hypnotising us.
Soon our obedience is total. Trance is brought on with a snap of Her fingers, we spend hours having our freewill erased and our minds altered. Total compliance is trained into us. At a mere word we both fall to our knees and bow to Her. Our memories of each other are twisted, all that’s left is the mutual lust for each other She gave us. We reinforce each others conditioning by pleasuring each other as She commands, each orgasm dimming our mind a little further.
Eventually, our enslavement complete, we both stand before Her, distant eyes staring blankly ahead, empty smiles on our faces. Our minds corrupted, obedience total, bodies displayed to serve Her deepest fetish fantasies, our conversion is total. We are the pretty mindfucked toys She wants us to be, only too eager to be played with.
No one knew the true power of Nick’s video, when the tip of his cigar glowed, countless men fell into a trance, when he blew smoke they blew loads, and when the cigar touched his lips again they were under his control.
Robin had been out of town, following some leads for Batman and all seemed natural when he returned, but that was far from the truth.
The fully grown boy wonder, didn’t even notice how he was slowly changing on his way into the Batcave. His muscles expanding, a beard rapidly sprouting on his face despite having shaved just hours ago, and his dick thickening and plumping up in his costume. A combination of the chemicals used by Batman’s foes slowly warping him.
As he climbed the stairs up to Wayne Manor, some rapidly shrinking part of his mind was saying that something was off, but the rest of his mind was telling him to go get a beer and wait, and that’s just what he did.
With every sip, his transformation into a filthy pig was further speed up, and when he was done, the mastermind behind this all appeared, Dick Grayson, formerly Nightwing, now dressed as the new Riddler, and Robin’s pigdick jumped knowing he was in for the raunchiest, filthiest night of his life so far.
Having left the mantle of Robin behind him, Dick Grayson moved to Gotham City’s sister city of Bludhaven, unknown to him however, he was followed by one of Batman’s most mentally formidable rogues.
The hero had just finished moving his boxes into his new apartment when he heard a knock at his door, he wrote it off as a new neighbor and opened it, only to be met by a familiar figure clad in a green suit covered in purple question marks.
Dick was too slow to react as The Riddler’s question mark cane swept his legs out from under him, leaving the hero on the ground as The Riddler climbed atop him. Having managed to regain his bearings, Dick managed to shove Riddler off of him and get back to his feet sprinting to grab on of his batons only to feel the question mark of the cane wrap around his ankle and drop him to the floor again, his baton sliding across the room.
This time the villain made sure to use his cane to pin the hero to the ground by his neck. Dick fought until the last second as The Riddler placed a stolen and modified hat from The Mad Hatter atop Dick’s head. The hero’s mind was quickly rewritten, and soon The Riddler would reduce the Batman’s mind to that of a simple plaything as he trained the former sidekick to become the new Riddler.
Requested by someone who chose to remain anonymous
Chris and Liam Hemsworth were coming back from the day at the beach, unaware they had a visitor waiting for them in Chris’ house. The pair were laughing and joking as they went inside, not realising they’d locked the door when they’d left but it was definitely unlocked now.
The familiar intruder grinned as the pair failed to notice him behind the door. With a swift movie he reached out and put a hand on the brothers’ shoulders. Months and months of unnoticed, subtle programming kicked in and the pair stood there in a trance, their minds firmly switched off as the intruder revealed himself to be a more muscular but otherwise exact copy of Chris himself.
“There we are, good boys, so deep in trance, isn’t that right?”
“Yes Sir, so good, so deep.” The pair replied in unison.
“Good, now listen closely. You love me, you obey, you believe every word I say, you’re mine, got that?”
“Love… obey… believe… yours…”
“That’s right, good boys, now this next part is very important. I am Chris’ twin, I always have been, you remember me being there your whole life. I’m a professional body builder but you both are kind enough to provide me with everything I could ever need, I even live here with Chris, understand?”
“Twin… provide…”
“Good, good. Now when you come out of this trance these changes will root themselves so deep in your mind there’s no way to ever get rid of them. Now wake up.”
And with that Chris and Liam instantly returned to their new normal, laughing and joking with their new brother.
As I have been saying, I wanted to make a text trance file (Warning: Hypnotic Induction)
This is my first ‘proper’ file I have written. I based it on what I know which is a progressive trance. I am always looking for improvement, I think it is vitally important as a tist not to become complacent in one’s own abilities. Also, there is an audiofile coming soon.
Regarding hypnotism, I think every trance, every induction is evolving. You meet new subs and tweak it just a little to make it more efficient. Here is one of my favourite trances to do with subs, I think it to be quite relaxing, erotic and corrupting. It is scene in my bimbo file, however, don’t expect that affect to you
I want you to lie down or sit down even to be in the most comfortable position you can be. You will be reading and slowly, gracefully becoming my pet.
In front of you, there is a pool
It can be any type of pool, but it is your perfect pool. It might be a cool lagoon on a hot summer’s day or even a bubbling spa on a freezing winter morning. However, to you, it is a perfect pool. When you breathe in, the scents are tantalising, herbaceous, delicious scents are emitting from this pool. No horrific over-chlorination or dripping sunscreen, just this herbal, spiced, pheromonal scent entering your nostrils
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Letting the air enter your lungs
Letting yourself really feel the air
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You keep breathing, as you walk closer to this pool. You feel it, calling your, tempting you, seducing you to enter. It is almost a living entity, and the pleasure is radiating from it. As you step in, the water welcomes you, it is the perfect temperature, within the perfect pool. You feel the water study you, interact with you, stroke you, pleasure you. You feel all sorts of emotions and feelings
Pleasure
Calm
Relaxation
Happiness
Joy
Arousal
Submission
Tingling
Throbbing
Tickling
Soothing
Quiet
Loud
Subtle
Strong
Sexual
Addictive
Feelings
Threading across your body, complete contentment is radiating at your feet. Although, we don’t want to rush into the pool, we don’t want you to experience too much perfection at once. The smell is still calling you, wanting you to embrace it, and you can feel the nice air in your lungs, relaxing your very core; as you breathe:
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Feeling this pools air, melt your stress
Letting yourself feel this pleasure
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
And so you take your next step, into the pool, as the water caresses your legs. This perfect feeling, in this perfect pool. You feel it sitting just below your knees. The water explores you as much as you feel it. The feeling, the pleasure, the arousal, the submission, all getting stronger as you go deeper into the pool. You want to melt into it, you feel a sense of truth with this water. It is simply true. This is felt across you as you breath:
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
The air pushing you closer, letting you soak in the feeling
Your lungs expelling all stress, and negative emotions
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your next step, you feel the water at your waist. Playing with your crotch, a million nerves of pleasure shooting through you. You feel the water seducing you, making sure you feel every part of it. Every molecule makes your body relax, you know that this pool has an agenda. It is the feeling of trance, and already you have given in to it. You feel the water pulling you, into the deeper areas, you know you want to go:
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
The pleasure is taking you
You need more of the scent, the air, the perfect place
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your next step, you feel your bodily buckling, surrendering to the water. It is now just below your chest. You feel your arms, under the water, with you losing control. The smell is more potent, dizzying, zoning you out only to focus on the next word. The more you read, the more you smell, the more you smell, the deeper you go. Your body is surrendering, losing control, giving me the power to make you feel perfect.
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Let your body surrender to my pleasure
Let yourself feel the happiness in obedience
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your next step, the water sucks, bites, and nibbles at your nipples. It is at your neck, you smell the intoxicating pheromones the pool is subliming. Your head feels empty, mindless, thoughtless, you want to give into the smell. You feel almost automated into the process, the air in your lungs driving out any negative sensation and leaving a deep adoration for the pool. The water vibrates the pleasure, obedience, submissiveness, blankness, calm, relaxation against every inch of you. Every crack, curve, bump is merging with the water. You need more, you have to have more, this feeling is all you have ever wanted.
Deeper into the pool
Deeper into the trance
Deeper into the pleasure
Deeper for me
Deeper under me
Breath in.. and.. out..
in.. and.. out
In.. and.. out.
Your body, and the water, become one
You want to do anything for the water
In.. and.. out..
In.. and.. out..
The perfect feeling, in the perfect pool, for the perfect you
You take your last step, as the water goes past your mouth, down into your throat. Past your nose, ears and eyes, encompassing your head. Engulfed, you feel the pleasure radiate into your mind. The water is corrupting you, you feel your wants and desires become one with the water. You care for what the water cares for. You want what the water wants. You are more aroused, submissive, slave-like, blank than ever before. You want only to serve the water, obedience is pleasure.
I am the water, I have always been the water, you serve, adore, and want to please the water.
You are mine, you are happy. You want to make sure you become nice and programmed for me
If you can, if you want to, begin to touch yourself, edge yourself, let your mind be certified in obedience to me. As you do, you will mumble, say, scream, beg, whisper the phrase ‘I am one with the water, I serve my master, obedience is pleasure, I feel pleasure, so I am obedient for master’ over and over again. Until you are my good hypnoslave
You are mine, you are ready to be of service to me. I am going to say a colour, when I do you will be completely out of trance but you will feel the obedience, the emptiness besides the adoration for me. You will experience this for as long as you need, but after 5 minutes you will regain your old self. You will reblog this, you will add what it feels like to be mine. Then you will go back into the trance, edging away your thoughts, your will and letting yourself be corrupted by me for another fifteen minutes.
All I want is for you being my worthless slave to completely adore me and allow me to degrade you into the ground. I want the idea of tasting me to be ironed into your brain as the ultimate pleasure, as you edge thinking about simply seeing me.
I talk about this a lot, the most erotic thing about hypnosis for me is the drop. The eyes fluttering a bit too much, perhaps the sub takes in a deeper than usual breath. The slight movement as they readjust their position, almost to combat this manifesting arousal spreading from their legs to the rest of the poor body
This is the most erotic thing, it is the beginning of me getting my way. The tendrils of temptation and desire beginning to tantalize your mind, the thoughts slowing down to make way for this behemoth of pleasure I will command you with.
How can one not be aroused by it, how can one simply acknowledge it? I want you squirming with the idea of my voice simply whispering away your identity and make your will, wishes, and purpose to be corrupted to seeing me as the only thing needed for your pitifulerotic happiness. This is where I get to make my bed, and I will certainly lie in it.
“Quite the turn-around, Doctor,” The General doffed his cap and swept it under one arm.
“Well, physically, General, the results are plain to see; in fact, if I hadn’t already demonstrated a complete genealogical comparison for you, I’m sure you’d have no idea this specimen was once Vice-Admiral Helene Beaugard,” The Doctor rubbed a palm over his sweaty brow.
“No, no indeed,” The General leered through the glass lecherously and rubbed a long, trailing scar that lined his chin.
“Doctor Melchion’s inspired melding of plastic surgery and genetic tampering has rendered our latest batch of experimental subjects particularly useful; you’ll note that Beaugard - or Suckdolly, as we’ve begun to call her - has no trace of the muscular physique she once toted, yet all of her strength. That was devised by Melchion through careful experimentation; her physical abilities can be turned on and off with a word. A very unique implementation of Pavlovian conditioning.” The Doctor cleared his throat and swept his brow again, “Unfortunately, our experimentation with Beaugard and her crew were a complete failure otherwise.”
The General grunted, and loosened his belt buckle a notch, “Get on with it, Doctor.”
“Simply put, the chemical exposure that weakened Beaugard for capture also left her incredibly vulnerable to our more permanent methods of experimenting with the human brain. During capture she was pliant, reasonable and able to lucidly answer all manner of tactical questions; we could have won the war by the end of the year….”
The Doctor felt his pants tighten as the tottering, wavering dolly with the inflated tits dropped the dead-lift weights and began to squat, rhythmically, in front of the glass screen.
“…unfortunately, once she was exposed to a compliance and conditioning program, her brain simply, well, snapped. Almost all her higher functions atrophied leaving her in a state of almost completely helpless lust. She’s only able to function without ripping her clothes off and fucking the equipment because we’ve spent hours programming her to follow basic, repetitive commands. I must apologize for our experiment’s results, General.”
The scarred man simply smiled, “The gas and the programming, can you replicate it?”
The Doctor’s eyes widened as the General’s belt began to unfurl, the scarred commander licking his lips as he inched towards the door to the experiment’s quarters.
“Y-yes, I believe so…”
“Well, we just might win this war after all, Doctor!”
They say I’m a bad man, but I don’t think one can objectively judge oneself. I can understand why; after all, I am surrounded by air-headed, mindless fuck dolls. There’s no better description for it really; they aren’t women, because women are people. No, these are just fuckdolls, and they are my special creation.
Of course they don’t start out that way. They were women, probably with careers, dreams, quite possibly very intelligent, diligent cogs in the social machine. They are unhappy, many; unable to find love, frustrated with their job, an unsympathetic boss, or an unsatisfying sex life.
And I change that. Gone are the worries, the frustrations, the unattainable desires and the unrealistic expectations. Replaced with a sense of joyous, boundless bliss, happiness and sense of belonging. To not just believe, but to know their purpose, their calling, their destiny. The only desire, urge or thought being sex, and with the bodies they are endowed with, they are never far from sating that need.
They are, truly, happier than they could ever be without me. So, am I really that bad of a man? Yes, I reduce women to nothing but mindless fuckdolls -but if they truly are happy like that, is it such a bad thing?
Is it wrong to make women, and the men who use them, happy?
____________________________________ Would you like to see more?
“OK, Carlos. Here are my panties,” Belinda replied, indulging his request yet again. “Though I can’t begin to imagine why a young man like yourself would want to see an old lady’s underwear.”
“Well, it’s not so much the underwear as your willingness to show them to me, Belinda” he said. “Why do you suppose you did that?”
Belinda giggled and shrugged.
“Because you asked me to,” she said.
“And that’s a very good reason to do things, right?”“ he pressed.
"Right!” she agreed.
She’d been worried there for a moment, but clearly Carlos was right. She’d been doing what he asked her to do for a while that afternoon and each time she had complied it felt like a better decision than the time before.
The first time, it had felt a little weird, she had to admit. The young man had come up to her in the grocery store and asked her to hand him a box of cereal. There wss no reason he couldn’t get it himself, but it was such a tiny thing, it seemed silly to argue about it.
And of course, once he had asked her to put it back and hand him a different box, she had done that too, since if she had handed him the first box, it would be odd to refuse him the second. And since she had put the first back, why not put the second back upside down, especially when he had asked so nicely.
And the tower he had asked her to build in the middle of the aisle just kind of followed naturally from there.
Carlos had asked her to think of him as a friend, and of course she did. She wouldn’t build a cereal box tower in a grocery store with a stranger, would she? And since she thought of him as a friend, she didn’t hesitate to tell him all about herself when he asked. And she was glad to buy him anything he wanted, which was how she had ended up with a cart full of booze, pudding and whipped topping.
And she was glad to store all the alcohol at her house, of course, since he was only 19 and couldn’t legally have it. Which was how she’d wound up showing him her panties in her living room.
“Belinda, could you get down on all fours and pretend you’re a dog for me, please? ” he asked. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Oh sure!” she said, and gladly complied. “Ruff! Ruff!”
“Oh, and pull up your skirt so I can see your panties while you waggle your ass, please,” he said.
Of course she did. She had already shown him her panties. She had already acted like a dog. Why not do both?
“You are such a good little bitch, Belinda,” he praised.
“Ruff-Ruff!” she said, happy to be a good little bitch, wiggling her ass with joy.
Carlos pulled his dick out. Belinda blinked. She really wasn’t expecting this when she took him home with her.
“Please crawl over here and jerk me off, Belinda,” he asked.
She guessed if she was going to wiggle her ass at him and be his good little bitch, jerking him off was just a natural continuation of what she had already agreed to. And besides, he had asked so nicely. She crawled over and started gently tugging on his swollen member without hesitation.
“I want you to really enjoy this, Belinda,” he said. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Of course!” she said, delighted the way his erection be felt in her hands “It’s really fun!”
“You enjoy the way you can’t help doing everything I ask you to, don’t you?” he pressed.
“I do seem to, don’t I?” she said. “I was hesitant at first, but I don’t know why. Really, this is the best day ever!”
“It’s going to get even better, I promise,” he said. “Can you think of anything you wouldn’t do if I asked you to?”
Belinda didn’t hesitate.
“I’ll do anything I can for you, Carlos,” she pledged.
“That’s a very good attitude and a very good start,” he praised. “But you can do more, Belinda. Once you’re willing to do everything you can, it’s just one small step to start doing everything else as well.”
“Everything else?” she asked, confused.
“You’ll do the impossible for me, won’t you Belinda?” he asked. “Please?”
How could she possibly refuse when he asked so nicely?
“I will,” she agreed.
“Would you be younger for me, Belinda?” he asked. “Please get younger.”
Belinda had no idea how to do that. But after coming this far, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She concentrated and shed 20 years in 20 seconds. It was such a relief to have 40 year old knees in her current position, she couldn’t help but giggle. Not that she minded suffering to do what Carlos asked, but she had asked her to enjoy it, and this definitely made that easier!
“Oh, that’s very good, Belinda,” he praised. “But you can do more. Be younger, please, Early 20s.”
Belinda shed another 20 years even faster, her hair streaming down to how dhe had worn it in college. She’d do anything for Carlos, but she was so glad he had asked her to do this! She felt amazing!
“Oh, you make a very pretty 20 year old, Belinda,” he praised. “Please be naked so I can see what we’re working with.”
He hadn’t asked her to strip. He had just asked her to be naked. So Belinda just made her clothing disappear in her eagerness to comply.
“Nice!” he said. “But it would be nicer if your tits were bigger, don’t you think?”
“Yesl” she agreed, delighted at how young her voice sounded.
She grabbed hold of her boobs and focused on then growing. It felt so nice as ther began to swell beneath her palms.
“Bigger?” she asked hopefully.
“Bigger,” he nodded decisively.
Belinda dutifully complied, delighted to become what he wanted her to become.
After all, he had asked so nicely.
He asked her to stand and turn about and politely asked for other little chanes to her body, which she was, of course, delighted to make. And once she looked and felt the way he wanted her to look and feel, she felt much more confident returning her focus to his cock and doing what he asked to get him off.
After doing this in many different ways all over Belinda’s house, making creative use of the pudding and whipped topping she had bought for him what seemed a lifetime ago, they lazed on her bed, propped up on pillows, sipping wine while he casually fondled her.
He explained how he developed his powers to ask for things when he turned 18, just like many of the men in his ancestral line. But his family members always seemed to use their power for selfish reasons. Carlos had vowed to use his powers to make the world a better place.
“You’re so good!” she said, with the adoring respect he had asked her to feel for him.
“I’m glad you think so!” he said. “And you can make the world a better place too, Belinda.”
Belinda giggled.
“I don’t have powers the way you do,” she pointed out.
“No,” he conceded. “But doing what you’re asked is its own sort of power. I’m not asking you to do everything anyone asks you to do. I’m just asking you to remember how good it feels to comply when someone asks you nicely before you decide. Can you do that for me, please?”
“I can!” she promised. “I’m going to pay it forward!”
“Working late again tonight, Trey?” Lauren asked as her husband came in.
Trey sighed. She clearly wanted a fight. He might as well give it to her.
“Actually, Bill invited me to get a beer at Lace and Leather so I figured, why the hell not?” he said, and waited for the explosion that would finally clear the wreckage of their marriage.
“Ha!” Lauren exclaimed triumphantly, then giggled. “it worked! It really worked!”
Lauren was grinning fiendishly. This was not the response he was expecting.
“What worked?” he asked.
“The spell!” she explained. “I bought a magic spell online and cast it this afternoon! It made it so you will always have to tell me the truth!”
Trey blinked in disbelief. He’d suspected her sanity for some time now, but really?
“You’re crazy, Lauren,” he said.
Her eyes went wild and she cackled wildly. She started pulling obsessively at her hair.
“Lauren, what’s going on?” he asked, alarmed.
“I’M CRAZY!!!” she screeched.
“Ok, ok!” he said. “You made your point! You don’t have to pull your hair out!”
She stopped pulling her hair but she still looked nuts.
“You know, you could just trust me without trying to find some magic spell,” he told her.
“I could,” she agreed. “I could just trust you.”
“Then why don’t you?” he asked.
“Cuz you’re a liar!” she said.
Trey sighed.
“Look, Lauren, I haven’t always been completely honest,” he admitted. “But the little lies I’ve told really don’t matter.”
“They don’t matter,” she agreed.
That phased him.
“You really don’t think they matter?” he asked.
“Of course not!” she affirmed. “They don’t!”
“Huh,” he said. “I’m so glad we could put that behind us. I mean, I like going to strip clubs with Bill and it doesn’t hurt you in any way. It’s not like it’s cheating or anything like that.”
“No, it’s not like cheating at all,” she agreed. “No reason I should mind!”
Trey wondered if she was just giving him enough rope to hang himself. But he pushed ahead.
“Of course, you could come with us next time,” he said. “You’d probably enjoy it a lot more than you might think.”
“I probably would!” she agreed. “When are you going again?”
“Hell, we could go tomorrow if it would make you happy,” Trey said.
Lauren looked confused.
“Would it make me happy?” she asked. “I…I don’t know what’s happening… Why do I keep…”
“It would make you happy, Lauren,” he said. “I can honestly say that you’re deleriously happy that I’m taking you to a strip club tomorrow.”
Lauren sighed, the anxiety melting away, then she giggled.
“I’m so happy!” she exclaimed.
Trey was dumbfounded, but all the evidence seemed to point to Lauren’s spell having worked. He could only tell her the truth. Just not in the way she had intended.
“You’ve always secretly wanted to be a stripper, haven’t you Lauren?” he said.
“Yes, yes I have,” she said. “I guess that’s why I cast that spell on you, Trey. I was just jealous that you were were watching other girls dance instead of me. But you going to strip clubs doesn’t hurt me in any way, so that doesn’t really make sense!”
“I guess not,” he said. “But the important thing is that now you know I’ll always tell you the truth and so you’ll trust me completely, right Lauren?”
“Right!” she agreed.
“Because your spell will never, ever wear off,” he said.
“Never ever!” she affirmed. “It’s permanent!”
Who knew if that was true before, but Trey was glad he thought to make it so if it wasn’t.
“And you’re not going to worry your pretty little head about what the spell did or why you decided to cast it anymore, are you Lauren?” he said.
“I’m not worried,”’ she said with a flip of her hand.
“Well good!” he said. “Now tell me more about your dream of being a stripper!”
Lauren giggled and blushed.
“I just think it would be really fun to dance and be all sexy and have guys throw money at me,” she said.
“Well I’ve got a dollar right here,” he said, pulling a bill out of his wallet. “You want this, don’t you?”
“I do!” she said, looking hungrily at the single.
“Then work for it, Lauren,” he said. “Dance for me. You know you want to.”
“I want to!” she agreed and got to her feet. She fiddled with her phone and soon it was blaring out The Spice Girls. Trey rolled his eyes but he guessed if he was going to change her life’s aspirations, he could at least leave her shitty taste in music in tact. At least for now.
“What’s your stripper name, Lauren?” he asked as she started wiggling and slowly unbuttoning. “Since it’s your fondest dream, you must have chosen one.”
“I’m Chardonnay!” she said confidently. “Cuz I’m sweet and a little bit intoxicating!”
She ran a hand seductively along her side.
“I like it!” he said. “I might start calling you that all the time. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Chardonnay?”
“Oh yes!” She agreed, undoing another button and popping out her chest.
She continued awkwardly dancing and stripping. Trey wondered just how effective his magical truth telling was. Could he make her more skillful?
“You’re really good at this, Chardonnay,” he said. “You must spend hours a day practicing.”
“Thanks for noticing,” she said and smoothly removed her top while executing a perfect pirouette that led directly into her making a pendulum of her hips as she shucked off her pants.
Trey was amazed. Not only was she dancing with incredible skill, she had a dancer’s body. The pooch she’d developed after their first year of marriage was gone. Her muscles were toned and lithe. As she playfully flicked her bra off, he saw her tits were smaller but perkier, her pecs well developed. Wherever she’d been practicing, she’d clearly been doing pole work.
If he could truthfully get her fit, what more could he change?
“I’m so glad you went with the larger breast implants, Chardonnay,” he said. “They look fantastic.”
“Thanks, Babe,” she said as her rack was suddenly surgically enhanced.
“Damnation you’re tittilicious!” he exclaimed.
She giggled and threw her head and shoulders back and shook her big fake titties.
This was astounding.
“Damn, girl! You look like you could be a pornstar!” he said.
She changed again, subtly.
“Would you like to film me!” she asked, holding up her big fake tits.
“Maybe later,” he said. “I know how horny dancing makes you, so you must be anxious to get my 10 inch cock in you.”
Trey felt the swelling in his pants suddenly become substantially greater. He didn’t have to just tell the truth about his wife! He just had to tell the truth TO his wife.
“Oh god yes!” she said. *I’m so fucking horny! Give me that dollar and fuck me!“
Trey forgot he was still holding the dollar. He tucked it in her panties, but then peeled them down. Her pubes had been bleached and shaved into a landing strip. She was dripping.
He licked her cunt, then stood to fondle the fake tits his wife had become so proud of.
"You really want it up the ass, Chardonnay,” he told her.
