Yvonne took in a deep breath and fell even deeper into the trance her husband had put her in.
When she’d met Orville it hadn’t been love at first sight, or even second, third, or one hundredth. No, instead it was a marriage of convince, he was old and rich, she was young and beautiful.
He’d been clear about what he wanted, a compliant trophy wife. She had been clear as well, a stable home and an uncapped credit card.
What she hadn’t counted on was his silly little hobby turning out to be so powerful.
The first time he’d used hypnosis on her, she’d assumed she’d have to play along, humour him, you know?
But that had turned out to be far from the truth. He had her under in minutes and it felt amazing.
She wasn’t sure if that was because he’d hypnotized her into beleive that, or if it was really true, but what she assumed would be a once in a while indulgence in the bedroom, quickly turned into a daily event.
Even now, three years later, he put her under every day to re-enforce the conditioning he’d worked months on. At first it was little things, eat healthier, spend more time at the gym, always wear makeup even if she was just lounging around the house, etc.
Then it was more sexual things, like never deny him access to her body, always be ready to pleasure him, focus on his pleasure, always orgasm when he did.
Finally it escalated to simple sexual objectification, like she was built for sex, her value was defined by her body, that all that mattered was her ability to perform for him.
“Tell me your mantra’s Yvonne.” Orville’s voice cut through the trance like a hot knife through butter.
She gasped a little then parted her lips and spoke, “I am my tits. My tits are all that matters. My tits are never big enough. My tits bring me pleasure. My tits were bought and paid for by you. You own my tits. You own me.”
A shiver ran through her body as her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened.
“Repeat your mantra’s ten more times, feeling them sink deeper and deeper into your mind.”
“I am my tits. My tits are all that matters. My tits are never big enough. My tits bring me pleasure. My tits were bought and paid for by you. You own my tits. You own me. I am my tits. My tits are all that matters. My tits are never big enough…”
Yvonne blinked several times and then looked up to see Orville’s smiling face, “God that’s so hot baby.” she said with fire in her eyes.
He reached down and grabbed her left tit, squeezing it, then jiggling it, before giving it a little slap.
“God yes baby! Slap that big fake titty! Squeeze them, slap the, fuck them, do whatever you want with them, they’re all yours!” she said and then reached up and pulled her top to the sides to expose her rock hard nipples.
He took hold of them and twisted them hard, “FUCK YES!” she cried out, leaning her head back and pushed her tits even farther out.
Her released her nipples after pulling them far out from her body, then gave both her tits a quick slap.
“Go get dressed, we have a charity dinner to go to.” he said and she pouted at him.
He let out a small chuckle, “Don’t worry, you’ll get to show off those titties to all kinds of people and I’ll definitely fuck them when we get home.”
She let out a squeal of excitement and then bounced up from the couch, almost running up to the bedroom to find something to wear.
She heard him call after her, “Wear that cute little red dress I like.”
“Sure baby!” she called back.
There was only one problem, there were a half dozen red dressed she had that he liked, but she knew she’d pick the one with the lowest cut to show off as much of her titties as she could.
