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From: "Sinbad Rogers" <sinbadrogers38@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Mind Games Part 1
Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2002 20:10:04 -0400
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Mind Games

   This is a work of fiction, and contains sexual content.  Any similarity
to real people or events is pure coincidence.



   I am not too sure how I got involved in all of this willingly, but I'll
give you the background and all of the details and we'll go from there.  My
wife is a science teacher working with a local university; her job involves
teaching lessons to elementary school classes to get them involved with
science.  She loves her job and can handle working with all manner of
insects and reptiles that always seem to get kids interested in science,
but there is one part of her job she hates " public speaking to adults. 
Her boss recently instructed her to address a conference of 500 teachers on
some of the techniques she uses with the kids and it sent Karen into a
tailspin.  She got physically sick at the thought of the upcoming speaking
engagement and all of her friends were suggesting ways to get over her
fears.  This is where things started to get really strange.  Her friend
Kelly recommended hypnotism as a means to overcome her phobia and suggested
a book she and her husband had used to learn to hypnotize each other when
they were trying to quit smoking.



   Karen brought the book home and we started to learn to place each other
into a trance, and work with different kinds of suggestions.  It seemed to
work well for Karen, but I never got more than just a little relaxed when
she tried it out on me.  When it didn't work for me Karen started to get
very upset and thought that any of the exercises we used on her would fail
as soon as she got up in front of everyone in the auditorium.  So I started
to fake it.  She placed me into a "trance" and used a command to trigger a
deep trance in me whenever she used the code phrase "chocolate syrup on
mashed potatoes".



   It was all harmless fun at first, she would use the code phrase and I
would flutter my eyelids and basically do whatever she asked.  At one point
I think she was trying to check and see if I really was in a real trance
and she told me to go down on her!  This is a normal part of our sex
routine, I love the taste of her pussy, and get a huge turn on from getting
her off with my mouth.  I got down on my hands and knees and she pulled her
skirt aside revealing her beautiful pussy, which was already soaking wet.
We moaned in unison as I got my first taste of her after playing around
with the folds of her inner lips and kissing her thighs.  After about two
minutes she said, "Now lick gently around my asshole." This was new!  She
has always loved me playing with her ass during foreplay, and nothing gets
her more turned on then me really squeezing hard on her ass cheeks and
massaging her deeply.  But here she was asking me to do something I had
never thought she might like.  I then had to make the split decision, go
with her request and continue the game, or reveal that I had been faking
the trances to make her feel better.



   It took about a half a second and I found myself probing in circles all
over her cute little rosebud.  She started to whimper a little bit and her
body was trembling as she told me to push my tongue in a little further. 
"Oh, My God!," she gasped as I followed her command.  Before long she had
me back working on her clit and she shuddered to a violent climax.



   I was in a daze.  I was amazed by my wife, and my willingness to do
something as if anything she said was a command that had to be followed
without question.  The next couple of days found her using her code phrase
at odd times to command me to do all kinds of tasks, most non-sexual.  I
was doing more cleaning than usual and she started using the code phrase as
I was getting dressed to command me to wear certain clothes, or to not wear
underwear on occasion.  And then one day she added a command that whenever
she ended a sentence with a strict sounding "Now!" I was to respond, "Yes
mistress Karen." I was a little surprised, but nothing prepared me for what
would happen next.



   About a week later her sister Autumn came over during the afternoon.  I
was working on a project in the office, struggling with a program I was
developing for a client.  Karen called me out to the dining room where she
and her sister were sitting and she asked me to pull the clean dishes out
of the dishwasher.  I told her I had about another hour to work, and then
would do it then, explaining that I was on to something and didn't want to
break my concentration.  "Chocolate syrup on mashed potatoes," she
responded quietly.  I gave in and did my little eye flutter routine to act
like I was going into a trance and waited.  She then said "Empty the
dishwasher, now!." No more than a half of a thought on my part and, "Yes,
mistress Karen."



   Now let me describe the players in this scenario a little.  I am about
6'3" and 180 pounds.  Karen and I are both in our late 20's, intelligent
and fit.  She has a body that women would die to have, and men lust over.
Her breasts are not large, but not small, in my opinion a perfect 36C.  She
is about one foot shorter than I am and weighs about 115.  Her sister has a
pretty face but is a little plump, but has huge tits.  I have never been
attracted to her, but most guys that run into her are.  Their family is
pretty liberal, and the sisters grew up in a family which spent more time
out of clothes than in.  They weren't into weird family sex, more or less
just a nudist lifestyle.  When Karen and I first started dating it was not
uncommon to see a flash of skin disappear into a back bedroom before her
mom would re-emerge in a robe under strict orders not to scare me off
before Karen had a chance to fully explain all of the nudism.



   I quickly walked over to the kitchen and began to put away the dishes
and listened eagerly to what Autumn would have to say about what had just
happened.  "See I told you I wasn't making this up," Karen said with a
smile.  "I can't believe it," Autumn responded, "Make him do something else
that I know he won't do normally." Karen called out to me," Jim when you
are finished, come in here." I quickly put the last of the dishes away and
walked out to where they were sitting.



   "Take your shirt off, Now." I gave my response and unbuttoned my shirt
as both Karen and Autumn watched.  I was starting to get hard as I
contemplated where this was heading.  "Now take off your shoes and socks
and place them by the door." I followed her order in a businesslike fashion
and then returned to where I had been standing.  Then, with a smile,"Take
of your belt, unbutton your slacks and undo you zipper, now." "Yes,
mistress Karen." My thoughts were racing as I pulled off my belt and began
to unzip my pants.  "Now do you believe me Autumn," she asked with a wicked
smile.  "Ohmigod I can't believe this, let me try.  Take off your pants,
Jim." This was new, not knowing how to handle the situation I didn't do
anything for a moment when Karen piped in, "He probably will only take
commands from me because I hypnotized him.  Jim, anything Autumn says,
respond to her the same way you would to me.  She has as much control or
authority over you when you are like this as I do." Now my heart was racing
double time, Autumn is definitely the more daring of the two.



   "Jim, take off your pants, NOW." And I found myself responding, "Yes
Mistress Autumn." And I dropped my pants and stepped out of them.  I was
standing there in front of my wife and her sister, I don't know how aroused
they were, but my arousal was evident through my tight boxer briefs. 
Somehow, I maintained an even expression while facing them as if I was used
to being commanded around to do things like this all of the time.  The room
was quiet for a little bit and then Autumn spoke up, "You know I have
always wanted to see his cock, Karen.  I think now I have a chance." The
tone in her voice indicated it was a request for permission, which I was
sure Karen would not grant.  "Now is your chance," Karen responded,
followed by a quick command from Autumn, "Jim take off your underwear,
NOW." I quickly gave her the reply, "Yes, Mistress Autumn," and slid the
waist band down over the head of my cock revealing pre-cum on the shiny
tip. I was sure that Karen would stop this now, but she didn't and I soon
was stepping out of my briefs and standing naked before the two of them. 
Autumn reached out and wiped the tip of my cock and rubbing the moisture
between her fingers she looked at Karen and said, "He sure seems to get a
kick out of this." Karen explained that she had tried different things with
me in the trance state and I seemed to get just as excited as if I were
awake, and rationalized that anything that I enjoyed in trance, I must
enjoy awake.  They carried on a conversation about it for a few minutes and
Autumn kept her eyes racing over my body the whole time.  Then Karen
remarked that she had to meet some friends in a little while to go to a
movie on a rare Girls Night Out for her, and explained she had better get
me put back together.



   She then instructed me to forget everything that happened for the time
being, and just think that it was a dream I had had the night before.  She
told me that when I awoke I would go right back to programming in the
office and think that I had dozed off for a few minutes and awake focused,
refreshed, and not give it a second thought.  Autumn said she was sad to
see my clothes go back on, and Karen told her she would keep me naked and
in a trance until she had to leave.



   Every time Karen would leave the room as she was getting ready, Autumn
would stroke my cock, squeeze my ass, or fondle me in some way.  When Karen
was finally ready to go Autumn commented again on how fun this arrangement
must be.  Karen said, "I like having our relationship the way it is when he
is not in a trance.  I enjoy having the traditional roles, with him
thinking and responding to me as the man I love so much.  But it is a great
turn on to be able to say a few words and have become my own personal toy.
I don't have to worry about what he'll think of me if I ask him to do
something extreme for us, but can enjoy having him fulfill any perverse
desire I can come up with." The two of them shared a grin and then Autumn
asked if she could be the one to command me to dress.  "Dress slowly now
Jim, like you are doing a striptease on a stage.  Seduce us with what you
are covering up." With that I did my best to be a turn on, enjoying the
look on my wife's face as Autumn told her," You lucky bitch!  I would give
anything to have him alone for a few hours." The blood drained from my face
as Karen replied," Jim, when you are done with your work you are to call
Autumn's cell phone and tell her she left her sunglasses on the table and
should come pick them up." Then she looked at Autumn and said, "That ought
to give you at least two hours before I get home tonight.  You have control
over him, but don't fuck him.  I won't share my husband, but you know I
always share my Toys."



   An hour and a half later I dialed Autumn's cell phone and found myself
sputtering," Autumn are these your sunglasses on the table, I think you
might have left them here this afternoon."



   To be continued.....



   Comments and story ideas appreciated -- SinbadRogers38@hotmail.com





   
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