AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
She lay on the sofa, her head resting on my lap. After her bath all she had put on was one of my tailed shirts just in case we had visitors. She wasn't always sexual like this, in fact, she was the complete opposite. She had always been a little chubby and was probably called fatty at school; kids can be so cruel. Now she still thinks her figure wasn't perfect but that's normal.
She was perfect for me, five foot five with a curvy figure of 37-26-38 with a C-cup. She was so shy about her body that she didn't even own a bathing suit, or shorts or sun top or anything. Sex was definitely in the bedroom with the lights out; things had to change.
That change started to happen when I found an Internet site on hypno sex. All fiction of course, but it made me think there might be something in it. The principles are pretty simple and many tomes have been written about the subject; it was all a matter of relaxation. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
There are a couple of classic volumes on the subject, the most famous being "The Magic Eye." I found it relatively easy to find in the local library. It was written in the mid-sixties by an American professor and it had even been banned at one time. I scanned most of the pages into my computer for later study.
It was quite a thick book with over 400 pages but most of the important bits could be found on just a few. How to hypnotize someone and the things you could do once they were hypnotized was covered in one chapter. Ok, I had read and re-read the important bits and now I was ready to put it into operation, but I had to wait until the time was right and everything was in my favour.
"God, I'm tired tonight," she sighed after coming in from a long day at work. "My neck is so stiff."
"Here, let me," I said getting up and standing behind her chair.
I gently massaged her neck and shoulders for a few minutes.
"Mmm, that feels so nice," she sighed. "I could just drop off now."
This was just what I had been waiting these past weeks for.
"Why don't you close your eyes and relax?" I intoned. "Imagine you're alone on a white sandy beach. It's lovely and warm and the sea is lapping gently in and out."
"Mmm," she sighed. "You make it sound so nice, I can almost hear the water."
"Every time the sea comes in you will feel more and more relaxed," I carried on. "So relaxed that you can't open your eyes now. Deeper and deeper you go every time the waves lap in."
It wasn't rocket science, just basic hypnosis, and she was under in a few minutes. Of course it helped that she was tired and she trusted me but, in fact, anybody could do it.
"Now although you are asleep and deeply relaxed you can still hear my voice," I said. "You can hear my voice and obey my instructions."
"Yes," she whispered.
That single word sent a thrill throughout my body.
The rest was easy. I just installed a trigger to put her back into this state anytime I wanted and put in some instructions, nothing too radical but a bit sexual.
"Nora," I instructed, "you will trust me implicitly. Everything we do together will be fun. You know I will never hurt you."
Well, you can see where this is all going; I was trying to make her more adventurous and happy with her sex life. It wasn't going to happen overnight, of course, but as the weeks rolled by thing slowly changed.
About once a week on average she would come in from work tired and requested I massage her neck. I would take this opportunity to add more instructions.
"You love and trust me," I intoned.
I always started with a statement like that.
"You find me and other men admiring your figure a turn-on," I said.
This was something else I was keen to implant for she still had this terrible hang-up about her body.
* * * *
"How do I look in this?" she asked after coming in from shopping.
Her request was not unusual but what was, was the outfit she was wearing. Now it wasn't some sluttish outfit but the skirt was definitely shorter than she usually wore and the top was tight against her thrusting chest. It looked like at last things were beginning to happen.
"You look lovely, dear," I said truthfully.
"I thought I'd wear it to the party, next weekend," she said. "The skirt's not too short, is it?"
"No, dear," I said.
In fact, she could wear it much shorter and still get away with it.
"I bought some new jeans, too," she said and pulled her new dress over her head.
I'd seen her in her underwear before but not that often and I now marvelled at her fine curvy figure. The new jeans were tight, almost too tight to get on.
"I think I bought a size too small," she giggled. "What do you think?"
She did a 360 turn and the denim material clung to her curved rear beautifully.
"They look great," I said more than slightly lustfully. "What about a top?"
"Yes, I bought a couple," she said and pulling one over her head.
The neckline was much lower than I had ever seen on her -- low enough, it showed her bra.
"Shit," she said. "I'll take my bra off for now but I must buy a new one."
Now, her breasts are definitely her best bits and to see them unfettered under a thin top was almost too much for me.
"God, woman, you look damn sexy," I said.
"Down boy," she giggled.
I stepped forward and took her in my arms.
"Stop it," she said but I could tell she didn't mean it.
"You look great," I said, my hands moving over her body and stopping on her tits.
"Will you stop that," she giggled, "it's the middle of the afternoon."
"I don't care," I said, grabbing her top and pulling it over her head.
She couldn't say anything, for my lips were hard against hers.
"Get your jeans off now," I commanded as we broke apart.
"Yes, sir," she giggled but she had some trouble getting them off. "Help me then," she said and lay down on the bed.
I grabbed and pulled and soon she was beautifully naked.
"Spread 'em, bitch," I said crudely.
She was already wet for me and I slid in easily.
"Mmm," she moaned as I pounded into her.
It didn't take long before her body was bucking in orgasm and, soon after, I pumped my spunk into her.
"I take it you like my new outfit then?" she said with a big smile.
"Yeah, you looked fucking sexy," I admitted.
* * * *
The party was a great success, for me anyway. She had shortened her skirt a few more inches and didn't bother to buy a new bra; she went without one. I was so proud of her and I showed my appreciation when I danced close to her.
"Mmm, I can feel you like my new outfit," she giggled softly. The little minx pushed herself up against me just a little harder. "And it's not the first one I felt tonight, either," she giggled again.
"You little sex pot," I said kissing her neck.
"I thought you liked me this way?" she said.
"I do," I agreed, "but you're for my enjoyment only."
"Selfish bugger," she giggled.
* * * *
With her head on my lap, I gently caressed her naked thighs while I watched the TV.
"Mmm," she sighed.
"Tired?" I asked.
"Mmm, just a bit," she sighed, "been a hell of a week."
"You just relax," I soothed.
"Mmm, on that lovely beach again," she said.
"Remember that I love you and would never hurt you," I intoned.
"Yes, I know," she whispered.
"I want you to do anything I say," I said.
I was really pushing her now.
"Yes," she whispered.
"You will find obeying me a big turn-on," I said. "Make you sexually excited."
"Yes," she said hardly audible.
That was about as far as I wanted to go tonight and I didn't expect her to jump to attention every time I said something either.
"Must have dropped off," she said turning over onto her back.
Her top, my shirt, was fully buttoned up but my fingers slowly picked at one then another until I could push my hand inside and cup one of her perfect breasts.
"Mmm, don't stop," she sighed as I withdraw my hand.
I wasn't going to but I was going to undo a few more buttons.
"Ok," I said putting my hand back. "You undo the rest of your buttons for me."
She didn't baulk or complain, just got on with it. When all the buttons were undone I pulled back each side to expose her naked body to the dim light.
"You are truly beautiful," I said.
If I had said that a few weeks ago she would have told me all her faults. Now she just sighed as my hands moved over her satin skin.
"I love your hands on me," she whispered.
"Good," I whispered back.
Her nipples were up and hard and a small moan left her lips.
"Touch yourself," I instructed.
This was something new for her, but without hesitation her hand moved down to her pussy. While I gently fondled her fine tits her fingers were working down below.
"God, I'm so hot," she groaned.
"I think I can do something for that," I said with a big smile.
Soon I was thrusting between her spread legs and I don't think I've ever known her so horny. Her hips were banging against me hard while she held me in a vice like grip.
"Oh my, god, yes," she groaned as her hips jerked and her orgasm washed though her.
We lay there still intimately joined for some time until at last I dropped out of her.
"Oh my," she sighed, "that was something."
"It sure was," I agreed.
That wasn't the end, just the start of her transformation, but the important elements were now in place. She would take my suggestion on her dress or the lack of it to heart and it was great to see her sexy body exposed. I didn't want to share her body with other men, although I could sometimes see the thrill of it especially in my bedroom dreams, but I didn't mind them looking.
THE END
