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oneeyedstranger · 5 months

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The Thanksgiving Problem

By Hypnofur

I laughed when I got the picture from my wife on my phone. I texted back, asking her who took it, as it was a picture of her and her friend Paulina strolling down the street together. It was clear that someone had taken it for them, as it wasn’t a selfie.

My wife Alison texted back that Paulina had some girl on the street take it for her. She said that she liked the pictures she posted to look ‘authentic’, and that meant ‘candid’ shots taken by someone else, not selfie. Had I been with Alison, I would have gone on a rant about how not only did this picture not look authentic, but there was nothing authentic about Paulina at all. I hadn’t been a fan since college, and Alison knew that. However, that rant was a lot to type, so I just let it go, and instead asked Alison if she had forgotten her coat.

She texted back that indeed she did, as she had been in Houston too long, and totally forgot that Chicago would be cold in late November. Paulina let her borrow one of her little fur jackets. Despite that, the two of them still looked so different in this picture. Paulina also had a little fur jacket on, but with leather pants and leather boots. Her hair and make up was done to perfection, and she had a “I’m not even aware my photo is being taken” look on her face that she had clearly practiced many times.

Alison, in contrast, was in jeans and sneakers and looked out of place in a fur jacket. She looked right at the camera and laughed, likely a bit embarrassed about how silly it all was. As had been the case since college, despite all of Paulina’s glam, Alison was just prettier. Her looks were natural. I had pointed out many times that she was the prettier of the two, but she never believed it. She just thought it was the husband in me talking.

What the husband in me was actually doing was killing time “babysitting” the kids. Yes, I know it is not actually babysitting if they kids are your own. But, whatever, there was one of me and two of them and they were energetic as all hell. I was actually at the trampoline park at the time of this exchange.

I was annoyed that Alison had to fly to Chicago on the weekend before Thanksgiving to be with Paulina to help her though her (latest) divorce. With that said, the original ‘ask’ was for Alison to come spend the actual Thanksgiving in Chicago with her. We were hosting this year, so luckily that was out right from the get go. So, when that didn’t pan out, the weekend before Thanksgiving was the consolation. It was only really for a night, since there was a Saturday morning flight out, and a Sunday night flight back.

Alison kept texting me though out the evening. Telling me about the fancy restaurant, etc. Paulina was loaded. I was trying to keep up with the texts, but I had baths, dinner, bed times, etc. It was busy, and I was exhausted. Again, I know I shouldn’t admit that taking care of my own kids by myself for one day was exhausting, but damn… it was. I conked out on the couch shortly after getting them to sleep.

I awoke at close to 5am. I decided I would head up to my actual bed, as the kids typically woke up around 7. I checked my phone, and saw a ton of texts and a few emails from Alison.

The first few were about a group of guys they met while out. Alison said they were the typical dumb 40 somethings out on the town. Probably all divorcees. Then she wrote how Paulina was eating up the attention. No surprise there, that was her typical behavior. Then again, I would think most women going through a divorce would try to get some attention to feel better for a little bit. No biggie.

I scanned through a bunch of the other texts, they were mostly describing the dudes. I imagined Alison was more comfortable looking at her phone than talking to these guys, so the play by play made sense to me.

She started talking about how this one guy named Joe was a hypnotist. Pretty soon, most of the texts and play by play became about that.

She texted how Paulina was teasing him, and there was going to be a demonstration right there at the bar.

The next text seemed to be fifteen or so minutes later. Alison said that she couldn’t believe it, but Paulina was actually hypnotized. Apparently, she thought she was a cat, and climbed up into Joe’s lap.

I would have actually loved to have seen that. It would have been fun to see Ms. SuperCool Paulina do something embarrassing with a nerdy dude. Fortunately, a picture of her on the guy’s lap was next. Damn, she was really on him. This was crazy.

A few minutes later, there was a text that said, heading back to Paulina’s, and a complaint that the hypnotist guy got Paulina to invite them all back. I could tell that despite the fact that this text was now like 6 hours old, Alison was nervous. This wasn’t her scene. I didn’t like it either. She (we) didn’t know these guys. What if one of them was an axe murderer or something?

The next text was like an hour later. Paulina had taken her phone, and at least announced herself via text, so I knew who was typing. She asked if I wanted to see my wife get hypnotized. It was a rhetorical question, not only because it was asked hours ago, but also because it was immediately followed by a link.

I looked at the text of the link. It appeared to be some type of dark web youtube for people that were into hypnosis in a sexy way? Hypno-fetishists, I guess? My stomach flip flopped as I realized that this Joe guy must be some sort of hypno porn producer or something. Oh fuck.

However, this was my wife, and I had to figure out what kind of danger she (and we) were in, so I had no choice but to click the link.

In the video, Alison was standing in Paulina’s kitchen. She didn’t look comfortable. She still had Paulina’s fur jacket on, as if she was going to leave at any moment. Now, I knew that she was staying at Paulina’s condo, so she really didn’t have anywhere else to go, but she was clearly trying to give off a closed vibe. Two other guys were just standing there, and the Joe guy came up to her. I assumed the third guy was now holding the camera. Meanwhile, Paulina was just standing there, staring at this little, fat, Joe dude like he was the most interesting man in the world. This all looked so unsafe.

I became wracked with guilt. How could I have fallen asleep? I should have been texting with her. I should have been there to keep her safe!

“Well, Alison,” Joe said. “Earlier, at the bar, you seemed to think this was all nonsense. I’ve got to ask, do you believe in hypnosis now, after seeing your friend fall under my spell?”

“Maybe,” Alison said. “I guess, on the right person. On someone like Paulina at least.” She said. I know she never thought of Paulina as being that bright. I agreed with that assessment.

“That’s true, that’s true,” Joe said, nodding. “Though I would argue that more people are actually in that ‘right person to be hypnotized’ group than one would think”

Alison shrugged. She looked like she so desperately did not want to be there.

“And you don’t think you are one of those people, I’m guessing. You know, from your body language and stuff” Joe asked.

“I have to travel tomorrow. I think we should wrap all of this up. Don’t you Paulina?,” Alison said to her friend.

“Paulina wants me to stay. She wants to see if you can be hypnotized. Paulina, tell her that.” Joe interrupted, without breaking his gaze on Alison.

“I want him to stay. You should try to be hypnotized Al” Paulina said, similarly not breaking her gaze on Joe.

“See? We are all friends here Alison. I’d like to be your friend. Here,” Joe said, extending his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”

Warily, Alison took his hand and he shook it, up and down, slower than a casual handshake, rhythmic, like an undulating wave through her whole arm. She clearly wasn’t sure if she should pull it away or not.

“Just follow my lead and relax,” Joe said. “Focus on the swaying sensation. Pretend it’s a soothing wave. Like laying back in a waterbed. Feeling the sensation all around you, and letting it move your body. Very good.

“As I raise and lower your arm, I want you just to focus your eyes on me. If you don’t know where to look, that’s okay. Most people look at my eyes. They say they’re sky-blue. Or like sapphires. Focus on the blue in my eyes.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” Joe said, his voice deepening into a soothing tone. “All you have to do is relax and focus on my eyes. On the sensation of drifting with the waves. You may notice by now that as you continue to look into my eyes, there is a heavy, drowsy feeling occurring in your eyes. Like staying up all night and trying to keep them open the next day. So difficult to do.

“In fact, each time I raise your arm upward, like this,” Joe said, as he raised her arm, before lowering it. “That heaviness in your eyes will become stronger. That’s fine. That means you’re doing it right and everything’s okay.”

I watched my phone as Alison’s eyes hooded, closing more with each time her arm rose.This can’t really be working, I thought as I watched the video from a couple hours ago.

“As your eyes begin to close,” Joe continued. “You feel the desire to let them close get stronger. It’s perfectly safe. Like slipping into a warm bed after a long, hard day’s work. All your body wants to do is relax and drift. Your eyes are closing all the way now. You want this relaxation. You feel it, warm and heavy, floating through your body. Feel it happening, Alison.”

Joe pulled on my wife’s hand, making her fall into him, head pressed against his shoulder. I couldn’t believe she was that… close… to a stranger.

Then Joe whispered into her ear, as I turned up the volume on my phone to max, desperate to hear what he was telling her. I couldn’t get anything though. Then, he put his hands on her shoulders and placed her in a standing position, like a limp doll. She stood straight, her hands at her sides, head down, and eyes closed.

“My friends,” Joe announced to the guys in the room, and to a degree, Paulina. “Our new friend Alison is now in a deep hypnotic trance.”

I was absolutely scared shitless. I had no fucking clue what I should do.

On the video, Joe stood close to Alison, whispering deep into her ear, and his hands wrapping her lower waist. “Alison,” he said, the microphone picking him up again, “You are deeply hypnotized right now. It feels absolutely wonderful. You’ve never felt better in your life. So relaxed, so happy. You’re in a safe place and trust me completely. In fact, you can only hear my voice.

“And because you trust me completely, you know it’s safe to believe everything that I tell you. You follow all of my instructions without question. You are completely under my hypnotic control, and you are no longer in control. Do you understand? If so, repeat it back to me now.”

“I am no longer in control,” my wife said to this stranger.

“Very good,” Joe said. “And it feels amazing. Better than anything you can remember. You love this feeling more than anything, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Alison said enthusiastically.

I saw Joe the asshole glance over at his buddies with a mischievous look. That video ended there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I frantically went to the next text in the chain. This time I could tell it was Alison texting and not Paulina. She told me how she tried smoking ‘Hypno Weed’ and she loved it. There was also a quick clip of her holding a regular Aquafina water bottle that she must have been told was some kind of bong. Fuck. That was the last text, and this sure as hell wasn’t heading to a good place.

Now frantic, I tried calling several times before I received a text saying that was clearly from Joe. He callously told me how beautiful my wife was and what a lucky guy I am. He then asked if I had watched all of the linked videos.

Shit! What did this fucker do?

I quickly went into my email and clicked the first link; Alison was lying on her back naked and the phone was zoomed in on her, she had a huge smile on her face as she was getting fingered and moaning really loud. Alison then asked Joe to “put your cock back in my mouth please.” I couldn’t fucking believe it.

He quickly spun up next to her and started feeling her tits with one hand while videoing her naked body, my wife then reached out to his cock and started to jerk him off saying “I love your cock Master Chicago HypnoJoe”…

30 seconds went by before she took his cock in her mouth. He started to moan as she blew him, this lasted about two minutes before she pulled his dick out and licked it bottom to top. While he was fingering her pussy, I heard him say “who do you belong to?”

"I belong to you, Master Chicago HypnoJoe" she moaned loudly. My heart broke.

Alison played with his dick for about a full minute while he touched her all over and she moaned, grunted and started begging “Fuck me, fuck me please!” In all our years together, she had never, ever been that needy for sex. It was almost unfathomable to me. Seeing her so… wanton… affected me, I’m ashamed to say.

I realized I had started playing with my own incredibly rock hard dick, but to state I was pissed and shocked is an understatement. I could not believe what I was seeing after 12 years together, was this the mother of my children? The girl I loved dearly, so deeply under this creep’s hypnotic control? The video went black.

As sweat dripped down my brow, I clicked to the next video and Alison was on all fours as he was giving it to her from behind, her ass cheeks were spread wide open and sticking up in the air. I heard her begging for it harder, telling him to go deeper and faster. He was grunting that he was about to cum.

Alison started moaning back at him that she wanted to taste him. Out of breath, he told her to get on her knees. She quickly rolled off his cock and spun to the side of the bed, he dropped the phone and I heard moans as the video ended.

The next video again had my precious wife on her knees as Joe was sitting on the bed. I heard female moans from the person holding the iphone, and I realized it must have been Paulina. Alison was blowing Joe while he held the back of her head, she was sucking, licking, moaning and begging for more of his “hypno cock”.

I heard her mutter “I wanna taste your cum again”. He was shifting side to the side as she was clearly taking him deep, using her tongue like a pro and working towards a climax. That’s when I realized this must have been a fair amount of time after the previous video. Enough for fucking Joe to be able to get hard again.

I'm lucky to get one blow job a year, but here she was begging for him to cum in her mouth for a second time in one night! Soon I watched as she appeared to swallow his cum and he fell back, in orgasmic bliss as she worshipfully cleaned his cock.

When that video ended, I realized I had to hope and pray that this doesn't end up on some amateur porn website. But from the looks of his Chicago HypnoJoe site, things did not bode well. We are well known in our suburban community here. It could be really bad if this got out.

The fourth video was aimed at the two of them as Alison bounced up and down on top of him, they were embraced in a chair kissing passionately as she rode him. They went hard and fast for a few minutes before she started to orgasm, she let out some of the loudest cries of pleasure I have ever heard.

I texted back some swears to Joe, telling him I was going to the police. He texted back, and I could just tell he was laughing at me. He was rather confident that I would not go to the police.

He then texted me a picture of Alison using the Aquafina water bottle as a bong again. A text followed that she ‘looooves’ hitting the hypno weed.

I responded with more swears. They didn’t seem to rattle him. He just told me that she wouldn’t miss her plane, but for me to expect responses to be very limited until she arrives back in Houston. He was right, as that was the last text I got from her all day.

I was freaking out all day. I dealt with the kids, etc, but I was losing my shit internally. We were waiting at Hobby International airport at 8:30 as planned. That’s when I finally got another text.

She just said that she had landed, and she couldn’t wait to see us. Then she gave information about what departure door she’d be at so we could pick her up. She got in the car, so happy to see the kids. She gave me a warm kiss and thanked me for taking care of everything over the weekend. It all seemed so… regular.

She was talking to the kids the whole ride home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I began to wonder if she even knew what happened. Could the hypnotist have made her forget? Not impossible.

We put the kids to bed as soon as we got in, as it was pretty late for them. She then said she wanted to hop in the shower real quick. I always do that when I get off a plane, so that made perfect sense to me. I sat on the bed while she was in there. Images of what I saw her doing flashed through my mind. I hated them so much, but they were hot. Her begging to be fucked, etc. I couldn’t help but get lost in those thoughts, and hard.

I didn’t even hear her get out of the shower. When she did, she saw my hand on my dick.

“Were you looking at porn while I was gone?” she half joked and half admonished. I jumped when she said that, as she startled me.

“I-I, well, I” I stumbled. In some ways, I had been watching porn. By this point though, I was convinced she knew nothing of it. I just admitted to watching some ‘conventional’ porn.

“Mmmmm. Well, I’m not mad. You did a great job with the kids while I was gone. You deserve a little dalliance…” she said as she squirted some moisturizer on her hand. She then came next to me, freed my dick from my pants and started giving me a handjob.

“Why don’t you tell me about what you were watching?” she said, likely assuming it was girl on girl or something. I didn’t speak. Her hand on my dick felt really good. Of course, it wasn’t lost on my that I was getting a hand job, and she was begging for Chicago HypnoJoe’s dick 24 hours earlier.

“Did you ever imagine me doing some of the things that you were watching?” She said sexily. Again, she was completely oblivious to the truth. However, that question did me in, and I came hard. My cum shot straight up in the air. She gave a little yelp and dodged it like it was lava.

With that, I fell asleep, hard. I had been on such an emotional roller coaster over the last 18 hours. So, I’m ashamed to admit, this, but I didn’t do anything about this situation for the next three days. This is partly because they were three very busy days. We were hosting Thanksgiving, and Alison had lost the weekend to visiting Paulina. So, as the hostesss, she was behind the eight ball all week. I helped where I could, but that was largely just getting pizza for dinner. The other reason I avoided it was because I had no fucking clue what to do. I had no idea if she had any idea about this. If she did – how do I handle that? If she didn’t – would it cause some sort of trauma? I was at a loss.

Soon enough, it was Thanksgiving. My brother and his wife were over, as were her parents and her brother’s family. As always, Alison pulled it off and everything was perfect. She is an incredible wife, mother, and hostess. She did amazing job.

I had just finished carving the turkey, and we were just a few minutes into eating when the doorbell rang. As all of our scheduled guests had arrived, I had no idea who it could be. I got up to answer the door, and there was a small, private courier van in the drive way. This was not UPS or FedEx, this was a specially hired courier. I opened the door, a guy gave me a beautifully wrapped, very big square box with a tag that said, from Paulina with love. FUCK. I signed for the package to get the guy out of here, but I knew I had to get rid of this box. I figured if I could dash up to the attic, I could hide it there until Alison went to sleep. I turned to make my play… and she was right behind me.

“What’s that?” She said, taking the box out of my hand. I had no idea how she was going to react. She looked at the tag, she gave me a quizzical look. I could tell she had no idea what it was as she brought it to the kitchen counter, which was still cluttered with supplies from our Thanksgiving feast, which was now getting cold in the other room.

She quikly unwrapped the bow on the box and opened the lid. Inside, there was a big, stuffed animal turkey, and what could only be described as a ‘sexy pilgrim costume’.

“What the fuck is that?” I yell whispered. I didn’t want to attract attention from our guests, but still… what the fuck was that?

Alison held it up. There was a bonnet, and a dark brown velvet corset with a big, white cotton collar. There were brown knee high velvet boots in there too. There was a note from Paulina inside, “for some sexy fun later xoxxo”

Alison laughed. “She’s crazy – you know that” she said to me with a smile. “Maybe she thinks you have a Pilgrim fetish?” she laughed.

“Alison darling, can you be a dear…” my Mother in law called out from the dining room. It was like the woman had a sixth sense of when to best interrupt. Alison gave me a wink and went back into the dinning room. I followed, but only after putting the costume back in the box and tying the lid back on. We didn’t need her father or someone seeing that, thank you very much. We finished dinner, which was fantastic. I had a couple beers, and was soon watching the Lions with the guys. I actually forgot about the weirdo stuff going on for a while.

Early in the fourth quarter, I went to go grab another round of beers. The ladies were still in the dining room, well, all the ladies except Alison. I looked in the kitchen, and she wasn’t in there either. I glanced over to the bathroom, and the door was open, no one was in there. That was odd. I asked where she was.

“I don’t know. She got a phone call on her cellular telephone, then she just up and walked away. Rather rude. Not how I raised her.” Her mother said.

Fuck.

I doubled back into the kitchen, the box was gone. I started to panic, I ran into the bedroom. Inside, Alison was kneeling on the edge of the bed wearing the sexy pilgrim costume, with the big stuffed animal turkey between her legs. Across from her, on our bureau was her phone, she was recording herself.

“I am deeply hypnotized by Chicago HypnoJoe” she said, over and over again as she rhythmically grinded on the stuffed turkey. Her breathing got more ragged as she got more and more turned on. My own breathing was very labored as well, as I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I couldn’t believe it. I was also getting hard.

“Alison, you are ignoring your guests, this is very rude!” I heard her mother yell. In what was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life, I closed the door and went back down to distract her mom.

Alison came out about 25 minutes later, and she was just chatting with the ladies as if nothing had happened.

When everyone left that night, I looked up Chicago HypnoJoe’s website. Sure enough, new offering on his pay side. There was a promo video of Hypnotized Thanksgiving MILFs. I saw a quick teaser clip of Alison in the Pilgrim Costume grinding on the turkey on our bed. Next to her on a split screen was Paulina in a sexy (albeit culturally inappropriate) Native American costume doing the same thing, also saying “I am deeply hypnotized by Chicago HypnoJoe” while grinding on a stuffed turkey.

Oh Shit. (But yes, I put in my credit card)

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My Life as a Hypno-Fur Queen: Chapter 3

by Hypnofur

I had such a hang over the night after the Biltmore experience. Both an actual, alcohol dehydration induced hang over, and kind of a mental one too. I can’t believe I made my husband, and a perfect stranger lick their own cum off my legs and the floor. That was crazy. Too crazy. I knew I had gone too far.

I had Nick take me home the next day. We never did anything about transferring the mini van to my hard luck sister Denise. We just went home and I slept for like 20 hours. Nick was great. He explained to my Mom that we wouldn’t need her for the rest of the weekend, and just made an excuse that I had come down with a bug. He then took care of the boys for Saturday and Sunday without bothering me at all. I didn’t like hypnotically force him to do that, he just did it because he was a good guy, and my husband who loved me. I had to get back to that. I had to get away from this crazy hypno dominatrix stuff. It was all too much.

I didn’t even wake up until like mid day Sunday. For a moment, when I first awoke in my beautiful house, in my own bed, I heard the laughter of my boys down stairs, and I knew Cindy was back. It felt great. It felt right. Warm, safe, pure, good. But then the phone rang. It was my sister Denise.

“Hi Den” I said as my eyes rolled. She immediately went on and on about the mini van. Why didn’t I drop it off, etc. So annoying. I mean, I know I went back on my word, but like, it was an unbelievably nice favor to just GIVE her a car, so why was she being so annoying about it when it didn’t instantly work out perfectly like she wanted? Because she was awful Denise, that’s why.

I told her I would figure out something for her car problems, and I hung up the phone. A thought of hypnotizing Doug Stumbly to give my sister a car at my command briefly flashed through my head of course, but I quickly shooed it away. I didn’t want to go there. I couldn’t go there.

That night I made us all a nice, healthy grilled chicken dinner. Nick and the boys then watched some sports thing, and I watched it with them. Well, I was in the same room as them at least. I was scrolling through my phone. I found myself on the Stumbly motor group website. Then I caught myself. No! I went back to Instagram. Because I had gone to the site, an ad for Stumbly Motors popped up on my IG. Argh! The stupid social media algorithm was pushing me to turn back into an evil hypnotist as I was trying so hard to be Cindy the caring wife and mom.

But, through what I felt was an unbelievable amount of will power, I made it through the night without any hints of ‘Cynthia’. I was ‘Cindy’ all night. It felt good. It was good. Boring, but good. Well, good-ish. I couldn’t help but notice that Nick hadn’t brought up what happened in Providence at all. He was acting like nothing happened. That was interesting, but probably better. Again, a little bit boring, but probably better.

Jorge the carpenter showed up the next day, as it was now Monday. I could tell I freaked him out with my little performance last week. I laughed to myself as he politely, but timidly, scurried by. It was an evil laugh, so I scolded myself.

I did pretty good the rest of the morning. I got caught up on PTA emails and called my mom and thanked her for coming on Friday. She asked if I was feeling better. In answered with an exuberant “yes”. After all, I was feeling a lot better. I had gone a little bit off the deep end, but now I was back on the straight and narrow.

It wasn’t long before the boys came home from school. They were happy, and I was happy to see them. They asked what was for dinner. Earlier in the morning, I had considered making pork chops. Now though, that seemed like so much work. Ugh, I wasn’t into that.

I texted Nick and told him to bring home wings from the wings place. The boys loved those, and they had a great salad that I liked too. It took Nick a while to respond, which annoyed me.

I have to admit, I was secretly hoping he’d respond wirh “yes Cynthia”, but when he finally did, it was just an “ok”. That was underwhelming… but good. Good for sure. That was better. We had a marriage, a partnership. I wanted a loving husband, not a hypnotized slave to my will. I did, really. But “ok”? That’s it? …. Wait. Nope, I wasn’t going to go down this road.

Jorge the Carpenter came down all nervous. He was explaining how he couldn’t hang the last mirror because of mounting hardware or something, and how he had to leave it on its side up against the wall. I could see that he was afraid to look into my eyes. I was actually getting off on how afraid he was. I was the popular girl in high school, and I admit, I liked when the nerds were afraid of me. High school. I had to think about high school! More to the point, my high school (and middle school) aged boys. I had to think of them, not tormenting a carpenter. I thanked Jorge and let him go, telling him he could worry about the mirror later.

I focused on the boys and caught up with what was going on with them. Well, at least with what few words they’d say. They were teen boys, they weren’t really over communicative with their feelings or experiences. So, the whole conversation lasted like five minutes. Then I was back on my phone. Stupid Instagram kept showing my Stumbly Motor Group ads. His marketing person must have paid extra for like the super algorithm package or something.

I thought about whoever that marketing person might be. Probably some young woman fresh out of college. She probably thought of Doug Stumbly as some stately captain of industry. Which he was, I guess. That marketing person had no idea that her rich, powerful boss had spent Friday night deeply hypnotized playing with himself on his knees at my command. I felt my pussy tingle as I thought about that. No! No, I wasn’t going to go there.

Between that moment and dinner, I did really good. I was cheerful mom and wife Cindy. The boys were thrilled about take out wings on a Monday night. Nick asked why we were doing take out (as opposed to me making something). I was going to come up with a better excuse then “I didn’t want to cook because it was boring”, but I was having trouble thinking of one, so I asked him to pour me a glass of wine. (Asked, not commanded.) I was doing everything right, at least until the first drop of the white wine touched my lips.

I don’t think I’m an alcoholic. I don’t think I’m addicted to hypnotic domination either. I don’t think these things have the better of me, but I’m not entirely sure.

The boys burned through their dinner, then asked to be excused so they could start homework, which really meant video games, but I didn’t really care at that moment. I let them go. In fact, I suggested to Nick that we play a board game. That isn’t as out of the blue as it sounds, we actually have been doing this since we were dating. We both just kind of liked it.

Anyway, he was still finishing his wings and beer. He dipped one of the wings in the ranch sauce that they had given us. Now two glasses of wine in, I felt the wickedness build up inside me. “See, I knew you’d like this better than pork chops. I know you love licking up white creamy stuff.” I said with an evil smile.

He almost choked on the chicken wing “Cindy, Jesus!” He said, shocked.

“What? You obviously do. Which do you like better Nick? That ranch dressing, or your own cum?” I asked. Boy, it really didn’t take me long to flip back to evil. Maybe I do have a problem?

“Cindy, I-“ he stumbled.

“Tell me.” I commanded.

“Ranch dressing” he said.

“Well then why did you lick up your own cum?” I toyed.

“Cindy, c’mon. Stop” he pleaded.

“Tell me” I commanded again.

“Because you made me” he said. God, he almost looked scared of me. “Cindy, please. I’m still trying to even come to grips with that. I mean, this isn’t the kind of thing that we do. Is it? You had that other guy, and me… we were just…. “ he stumbled

“Say the word furs, Nick” I said calmly

“Furs” he said, still looking scared. I should have felt bad about him being scared. Instead, I like… liked it.

“Say the word hypnotized.”

“Hypnotized.” He said quietly.

“Who hypnotizes you Nick?”

“You do”

“Who is your fur queen Nick?”

“You are Cynthia”

“Good. Now, go pour me another glass of wine. “

“Yes Cynthia” he said.

Was he hypnotized? Yes? No? Maybe. He was dominated by my hypnotic power, that was the big picture answer, and that made my pussy tingle. I smiled as he handed me my third glass of wine. I was already a bit buzzed, for sure. “Sit on your knees next to me.” I told him. I could see his erection through his pants. I was afraid the boys would see his tent pole, though I may have been a bit more drunk than I thought at that point, because them seeing him kneeling next to me would also have been pretty weird I guess.

I was working through glass number three pretty quickly. I was getting hot now. Not just like, sexy hot, but legit hot. I took off my sweater and blouse. I had a white, cotton tank top underneath. Then I kicked off my jeans, leaving only my white cotton panties. Nick didn’t say anything, but his eyes were wide as he stared at me. I smiled at him as I confidently walked up to my closet, half dressed.

I stumbled upstairs, finishing my third glass of wine. I grabbed some furs and threw them on the ground, then plopped down. I saw the mirror Jorge was talking about leaning up on the wall in front of me. Feeling wicked, and sexy, I sent a picture to Doug Stumbly. I had far less concern than I should about sending a picture of myself in a tank top and my panties to a man I barely knew. It wasn’t safe, but I ddin’t care.

I took the picture and hit send. Within a few seconds, I could see that he saw it. I couldn’t believe he had his read receipts left on. What a boomer.

Doug: Hello! Lovely picture.

Cynthia: What do u c in the picture Douglas?

Doug: A lovely lady that I made a mistake with.

Uh, not the answer I was looking for. Jeez, these guys lick up their own cum at my hypnotic command one time and they get all freaked out about it.

Cynthia: What else do u c in the picture Douglas?

Doug: I really don’t think this is a good idea. The other night got out of hand I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.

WTF? I send him a picture of me, drunk in basically my underwear, surrounded by furs and it doesn’t do the trick? I was getting pissed. Oh, wait, the furs aren’t white. This weirdo and his incredibly specific fetish only goes for white furs.

Cynthia: Do u c any white furs, Doulgas?

Doug: No.

Cynthia: Does that seem right? Would u like 2 see me in a a white fur, Douglas?

(after a small pause) Doug: Yes

Cynthia: I know u would. Do u want 2 c me in 1?

Doug: I shouldn’t

OK, now we were getting somewhere. I knew I just needed to find the right button to push.

Cynthia: Douglas, I want u to jerk yourself off thinking of me hypnotizing u while I am wearing a white fur. Do as I command.

With that, I threw my phone on the hardwood floor. Not a good way to treat expensive electronics, I know, but I was drunk and careless at that moment.

“Nick, come here!” I slurred loudly. He arrived very quickly. He still looked nervous. That turned me on.

“You like eating cum so much, come eat mine. Do it now my furslave!” I told him. Luckily, he thought to close the door behind him as he rushed to obey my orders and went straight to my pussy.

The power I had over him was as intoxicating as the wine. It was like rockets going off in my head when he licked and sucked my pussy slit and his tongue fucked my hole! I held his head and slowly fucked his face as he worked on my cunt with his mouth and tongue for about a minute. That was all it took to have me grunting and moaning and panting and crying out with my pleasure. God, in retrospect, I hope those videogames were goddamned good that night and kept the boys occupied!

Then another minute of him rubbing his mouth all over my pussy and I screamed and I was cumming and cumming and cumming. Feeling my orgasm sweep over me until it took over my entire mind body and soul and I arched up high off the floor and climaxed. I mean I climaxed like I have never done before. My hips were thrusting up and Nick was holding my ass in his hands and licking.

The hypnosis, the control, the power, and quite frankly the darkness over took me. I was Cynthia the Hypnotic Fur Queen and I was fucking evil in that moment. I looked down at him, not as my loving husband and partner, but as my victim. My hypnotized slave.

“You are mine!” I screamed at him as another orgasm overtook me. When he felt me begin to cum he sucked my pussy, all of it into his mouth!

"Yeah! OH GOD! YES! Eat my cum my slave. Slave Slave!!!!!", I know I screamed it at him.

My slave knew what he was doing and he was already sucking it and I was fucking his face as hard as I could. While I held his head with both hands and pushed against it shoving his mouth harder on my hole He didn't resist or fight me. He let me do whatever I needed to do until I had finished cumming. His Queen’s pleasure was all that mattered.

And… then I passed out.

At least, I think I did. I don’t remember anything from the end of the climax to waking up in my bed the next morning, at like 10:30. Nick must have gotten the kids to be that night, and then up and out for school the next morning. He was such a good Dad, and such a good hypnotized pussy licker. No! Good Dad, I had to leave it at good Dad. OMG, I had such a headache.

I got up and started my hangover cure. Tea, asprin, toast, etc. I was starting to feel better as I started the last part of the process, a nice warm bath. While in there, my mind stumbled across a question. If I passed out last night, and never ‘woke Nick up’, was he still hypnotized right now? Was he able to focus on his work, or was he just sitting there, awaiting my next command? The thought of it turned me on. The memory of him submissively working my pussy with his slave mouth turned me on even more.

I fingered myself in the bathtub.

Holy shit. I was like a crazed sex addict.

Fortunately, that was enough to get me through the rest of the morning, and allowed me to be more or less normal when my mom called. She was of course acting like Denise’s freakin’ advocate again, going on and on about the fucking car. My mood was totally shot. I knew I had to handle this car thing for Denise, or they were just going to nag me to death about it. Fuck. Fine. Maybe I’d just handle it today.

It was like 2:00 at this point. I called Nick at the office and told him to come home. It was freaking pouring out, but I didn’t care, I had made up my mind to go down to Providence and handle this car thing. I was putting on my make up and really doing myself up as the boys got home. I just let them play video games right away with some Doritos I bought them. Fuck it, I wasn’t preparing carrots and hummus and filling out the homework chart today. I was just not feeling the ‘mom’ thing. The afternoon was about preparing for a seduction.

Nick seemed… different when he got home. Not hypnotized, persay. He was talking to the boys, and acting normal around them. But something interesting happened when they weren’t around. He got very quiet. He didn’t complain or even ask why I made him come home early from work. Testing a theory, I abruptly told him, “Nick, pour me a glass of wine”

“Yes Cynthia” he said calmly, then immediately went to pour it.

Wow. I was still Cynthia to him. That was fascinating. I wanted to explore this, but Denise annoyingly called me about the car thing again. Then my mom did. Jesus, she was like Denise’s fucking agent sometimes. This had to be the last day of this. I told her I was going to handle it, but that she had to come watch the boys and figure out dinner. She agreed easily.

The glass of wine was nice, but I knew I should stop there. I went to go pick out an outfit as I was putting together a plan. I decided to go with a “rich WASPY” look. I grabbed a cashmere sweater with gold buttons that I had bought for a conference trip that I joined Nick on a few years ago. I knew it made my boobs look great, while still looking classy. It paired nicely with a chanel skirt and sexy, but not slutty, heels. I heard the rain coming down as I grabbed the beautiful silver and white fur that first caught Doug’s eye. Fur doesn’t do well wet, so that was going to be a problem. Refusing to let obstacles stop me, I went with a not quite as nice one that I had grabbed off ebay. I figured it would be enough to do the trick. My mom asked why I was dressed so fancy. I told her I read in a negotiating book that it helped to look rich when buying a car. In truth, it was probably the exact opposite, but she bought it, so I didn’t fight it. I quietly told Nick to bring the bottle of wine and a glass in the car for me while I distracted my mom with details.

The ride down was so strange. It was like Nick was my chauffer, not my husband. It’s not a short ride from our house to Providence either, it was like two hours, especially with the rain. We finally arrived at the Stumbly Motors offices, which were in the downtown. It was winter, so it was dark by the time we got there, but thankfully, not yet 5:00. I had Nick drop me off at the door. I instructed him to go park and wait for me to signal him. When I got out of the car and stood up, I really felt the effects of the wine.

I went inside the very nice office building. There was a security desk at the front. Of course the guards were all checking me out as they directed me to the Stumbly Offices. As I approached, there were glass doors with a young, attractive receptionist sitting at the desk beyond. That didn’t surprise me at all, that’s exactly who I expected to be working at a car dealership’s headquarters. I greeted her with the air of superiority she likely expected based on my outfit. She assumed I was a big deal, so she didn’t even ask why I wanted to talk to Mr. Stumbly, and just sent me to his office down the hall.

That’s where things got a little tricky. He had a secretary sitting at a desk right outside of his office. Unlike a pretty 20-something that didn’t try that hard, this was a woman in like her 50’s. Not ideal. She looked up from her computer at me with an inquisitive look. I had to get ahead of this situation.

“I’m here to see Mr. Stumbly.” I said adamantly as I approached, never slowing down my gait.

“He’s in a meeting Ms….” The woman said.

“Davidson.” I answered, “I’ll wait. He’ll know what this is about. I don’t want coffee, tea, or water.” I said as I just marched right into his office, right by the shocked older woman. To be honest, I didn’t know if this was going to work or not. For that matter, I didn’t know if the meeting Doug was in was taking place in his office. He had a big wooden door that was closed, but thankfully not locked. I went right inside and closed the door behind me. No one was inside, so apparently the meeting was in a conference room or something.

I held my breath for a minute inside the office, thinking the old bag was going to barge in and kick me out, but that didn’t happen. A minute turned into two, which turned into five. When I was finally confident that she wasn’t coming in, I immediately started to get impatient waiting for Doug. How long was this stupid meeting?

I finally heard muffled voices outside the thick wood door. I knew that the hag was trying to explain how I just barged in. My heart jumped as I saw the door handle start to turn as he entered. But then, I felt like I could hear his heart jump as he saw me standing behind his desk, a white fur coat hung by my elbows. Staring right at him with my seductive, dangerous eyes.

“Hello Douglas” I purred.

I immediately saw his eyes flash with emotion. Surprise, anger, and fear all mixed in. I didn’t know which of the three would win the triangular tug of war.

“You can’t be here! I can’t believe you did this!” he said in a ‘yelling whisper’. Looked like anger won, or at least took an early lead.

I’ll admit, his rage unnerved me a bit. I feel like I did a really good job of masking that though. On the outside, I exuded full, unshakeable, sultry confidence. “What, you don’t think I look good in this white fur, Douglas?” I said, immediately leaning on the fetish thing. (I know guys)

“No, I mean, yes you do. It’s not that…. “ he stammered, before regaining his pissed off whisper voice. “This is my place of business!”

“Yes, I know that Douglas. That’s why I am here.” I said cryptically. I was about to get rolling with my plan, but he interrupted.

“I want you to leave!” he whisper demanded.

Silly Dougie. It wasn’t going to be that easy. “You don’t want me to stroke your temples with this white fur for a few minutes first?” I asked coyly.

He paused. Then he paused more. “No” he said weakly.

“Sit down here at your desk Douglas” I said, pointing to his large leather desk chair that I was now standing behind.

He hesitated.

“Douglas, I want you to sit down now. Obey me.” I said, calmly but authoritatively. His legs listened to my call and moved him over to the seat. I softly and gently helped him into the chair. I wasted no time in slowly moving my soft, fox fur sleeves up his the side of his face. I then purposefully moved my warm finger tips to his temples and started stroking. I made sure to keep the fur still in contact with his head. I was very deliberate in this in order to keep his fetish working for me. I could tell just from the sound of his breathing that I was having an effect on him, so I started in with my hypnotic induction before he could even speak.

“I want you to take a deep breath in and feel yourself relax. I want you to feel your arms so relaxed, so weightless. I’ll just help you relax quickly, then I’ll be on my way. No one will suspect anything you have nothing to worry about so you can just sit here and enjoy the feeling of the white fur, and the feeling of the soft touch of my fingertips and my feminine voice.” She said, trying to put him at ease and focus on the enjoyment of it all.

“So, you can just go ahead and feel all of the anxiety just slip away from you. A feeling of pure contentment, of pure tranquilty comes over you. You just feel so wonderful being here with me. So relaxed. Just letting yourself drift into a deep state of relaxation, just like you did the other night. And it feels so wonderful, and so relaxing that you just let yourself float into a wonderful, deep state of hypnosis. You know that feeling now. You’ve been craving it, I’m sure. It’s here now. I’m here now. So you feel so deeply relaxed, so peacefully heavy. In fact, I want you to imagine that you are in a beautiful chair, completely covered in white fur. I’m behind you, stroking your temples, just like I am now.” I said, getting an idea. It was a twist on a pretty standard thing, but if figured it would get him going. Then, at the last minute, I decided to spice it up.

“And I want you to imagine that you are naked Douglas. You are naked, but you are on the soft white fur chair, and you have an incredibly thick and soft white fox fur blanket over you. I have enveloped your body in fur as I am enveloping your mind. Mmmm, can you feel that Douglas?” I asked.

“Yess” he answered dreamily.

“Good, so good. That makes me happy. In front of you is a window. A giant window that looks out to a beautiful sky. The feel of the soft fur on you, the feeling of my fingertips, and my soft voice in your ears all make you feel so wonderful and relaxed. They make you feel so amazing. And as you drift deeper and deeper into a wonderful state of relaxation, you feel so wonderful and relaxed. You so warm and soft in the fur. So wonderful and relaxed. No worries, just in my thrall. Completely worry free as you let go to me more and more. Now, I want you to look up and see how beautiful the wonderful blue sky is before you. Just relax more and more as you continue to look higher and higher into the deep blue sky, as all of the fluffy clouds are before you. There is no anxiety, there is only a wonderful feeling of contentment flowoing over you . As you just float deeper and deeper, you feel all of the tension in your body simply dissolve away. It is the type of profound relaxation that you can never really appreciate until you have moments like this. When you can feel the sound of my voice relaxing you deeper and deeper. Into a deep state where this is no stress, no anxiety. There is only relaxation, and comfort. A place of wonderful relaxation. A place of wonderful hypnosis. My hypnosis.

And as you drift even deeper now into my hypnosis, you realize that you just want to follow my voice further and further. You realize that you want to go deeper and deeper into this hypnosis, for me. You want to stare so deep into my sky. You want to feel so wonderful and relaxed. As you let yourself drift into a deep, deep state of hypnosis. I want you to look out into the horizon, before you. Where you see the land and the sky meet. You see a beautiful setting sun. Just in the horizon, casting a wonderful and beautiful cast of light over the horizon, over the earth, over the sky. And you just feel so wonderful and relaxed as you just drift into a deep state of tranquility. I am going to count down from the number five to the number zero, and as I do the sun will set. The sun will be completely below the horizon, and you well feel so relaxed and so wonderful. With every number that I say, this feeling will just get a thousand times deeper, and a thousand times stronger. You’ll feel the need to listen to my voice and take in everything that I say. You know it through the power of the sound of my voice that you have been brought into this wonderful state of relaxation. Into this wonderful state of my hypnosis. So you just want to listen to my voice more, and slip deeper into relaxation, and under my spell.

Five, the sun slowly begins to set. And as it does, you know it is time for your subconscious mind to just listen to my voice. And it is time for your conscious mind to just sleep, and go into a deep state of hypnotic slumber

Four. You know it is time to relax and just listen to my voice. It is time to relax and just take in everything that I say so that you can just drift deeper and deeper and relax into a state of deep hypnosis.

Three. You just feel so wonderful and so good, completely surrounded by the white fur. The sun is just setting further down the horizon. Further and further. And as it does, the lights just get more beautiful, more comfortable. They get more soothing. They get dimmer and dimmer, but as they do, you get calmer and calmer.

Two. You see the beautiful sun set. The beautiful rays, the reds, the oranges. Even purples. Every color you see in a sunset, and the colors are so majestic. It is so beautiful, and you just want to listen to my voice more and more and more and go deeper and deeper into hypnosis for me.

One. The sun barely has its crest over its horizon. And you know that when it sets completely, its going to be time to have your conscious mind completely asleep, and have your subconscious mind just listen to everything that I say. Because everything that I say is so important, and you just want to accept everything that I say.

Zero. You know that you just need to obey my voice. The sun is completely set, and you see a beautiful night sky all around you. It feels so beautiful and relaxing to breath in nice and deeply and relax completely. You know it’s time to just listen to my voice. You know it’s time to just take in everything that I say. So just relax and drift deeper into a deep state of relaxation.” I said, knowing full well he was completely deep.

I’ll admit, I didn’t know whether the old bag at the desk was going to barge in or not, so I was glad to have gotten to this point, as he was now totally under, and it wouldn’t matter if a band of elephants ran through. Still, I was glad I didn’t have to deal with her. I continued, getting now to the exciting parts.

“As you sit there listening to the wonderful sound of my voice. You know you just want to take in everything that I say. And everything that I say becomes a wonderful and perfect truth in your brain. You know this, because it is through the power of the soft touch of the white fur, the soothing feel of my fingertips, and the sound of my voice that you have been brought to such a wonderful place of hypnosis for me. You know it through the power of these you have been brought to such a deep place of relaxation and pleasure, where your mind is completely open to everything that I say.

You know in this deep state of hypnosis, that you want to listen to my voice and accept everything that I say. And you know the first thing that you want me to say, and that you want to accept into your brain is that you know that I am your Queen, your Fur Queen. You love me being in control of you. You love being my furslave. You love it when I’m in control. You love it when you just obey me and serve me. In whatever I say, whatever I tell you . You just listen to the sound of my voice. Just giving you any order that I say, any command that I give you. You feel so addicted to being so deeply hypnotized by your Fur Queen. To be so completely relaxed. To be so completely owned by me. That’s what you know. That’s what you desperately, desperately want. So wonderful, so relaxing. And that’s what you want. To be so comfortable, so relaxed, so hypnotized. Very deeply hypnotized and obedient to me. You are a loyal subject to your Fur Queen Douglas.

You’ll give me anything I want. Anything at all. Won’t you Douglas? Say yes Cynthia”

“Yes Cynthia” he answered. God, that got me so turned on. I felt my dominant streak flare up.

“Get out of the chair, get on your knees. Face me” I commanded sharply. As he exited his big leather desk chair, I sat down in it. I slowly and seductively crossed my legs in front of him as he stared at me from his now kneeling position. God, this all felt so powerful.

“What is the most expensive car you have on your lot?” I said, definitely feeling cocky.

“The Mercedes Benz EQE” he replied docilly.

“Is it a sports car?” I asked. I don’t know cars that well.

“yes Cynthia” he said. I momentarily fantasized about whipping around like that. I’m sure it only had two seats, and no way for me to bring the kids, or my mom, or groceries or anything, but Cynthia didn’t care about that. Those were Cindy problems. Maybe I’d make him give me that? Then again, I live in stupid Massachusetts, where it is winter like six months of the year. Getting stuck on a hill, or sliding into a telephone pole was kind of both a Cindy problem and a Cynthia problem.

“What is your most expensive SUV?”

“The Mercedes GLC AMG” he answered.

“Mmmm. Mercedes. Don’t you think I’d look amazing in a Mercedes, Douglas?” I said, batting my eyes at him.

“Yes Cynthia” he said, I could tell he was so deeply infatuated with me.

“Good. Have someone get it. I want to drive it home tonight” I commanded.

“I-I can’t” he said weakly.

“Why not??” I asked, very annoyed that he didn’t obey without question.

“Paperwork, registry, especially for out of state… I’m sorry, but it will take at least a day” he said, almost fearful.

Nick and I have bought cars before, so I knew this was true. I realized I’d have to come back tomorrow. Probably best, I was actually pretty drunk, so filling out paperwork might not have been the best plan… nor was driving myself home. Ok, I guess it was time to wrap this up. “Who do you serve Douglas?” I said, looking deep in his eyes.

“I serve you my Fur Queen” he said, likely so glad I was not going to lose my shit over the paperwork stuff.

“Again”

“I serve you my Fur Queen”

“Are you hard, Douglas?” I asked, getting a aroused again by his chants of submission.

“Yes Cynthia” he said.

“Good, but I don’t want you to come unless I give you permission, do you understand? And you aren’t going to be able to cum until you see your Fur Queen drive away in the Mercedes, do you understand?” I said, really feeling my power. God I was so turned on.

“Yes Cynthia” he replied like an obedient little puppy.

“Good. Make it happen” I said flatly. And with that, I just got up and walked by him, right out the door. The cranky old bat at the desk scowled at me as I walked by. No matter, I’d have that bitch fired if she looked at me wrong one more time. That thought made me feel even more powerful.

I was completely basking in that power as Nick picked me up that the door. Again, he was more my chauffer than my husband. He didn’t say a word. He was just like a faithful servant. My servant. There to fucking serve me. Fuck, I loved that. Rhode Island is very small, so we soon crossed over the Massachusetts border on the highway. I was getting so turned on thinking about all of my power. I told Nick to pull into a rest area I saw a sign for.

There wasn’t a McDonalds or a convenience store at this rest area, it was only for people that needed to park for a minute. I directed him to a space where there weren’t many other cars. It was dark, cold, and the rain was coming down hard. No one was out of their car, and the few cars that were there had fogged up windows, probably from people reading maps or answering texts.

I turned to Nick as I opened the Mini Van door and said, “I want you to come please me. Obey me now!” And with that I stepped out of our family car, then stepped out of my panties, letting them fall to the parking lot ground. Nick came around as instructed and kneeled in front of my pussy. I lifted my posh chanel skirt up to give him access, and he went to town.

My husband, my one time partner, was now my hypnotized, obedient slave, licking my pussy outside in a public rest area in the freezing cold rain, as my hands dug into his hair. It was so wrong, but so decadent. I noticed one of the the fogged up windows a few spaces away suddenly had a hand wiping it clear. I stared into that car and laughed wickedly as I enjoyed Nick’s inexperienced, but enthusiastic tongue on my clit.

Then my face got hit with a very bright spotlight. The light was rolling towards me. I soon realized it was the side spotlight from a police car. Feeling sassy beyond sassy, I just told Nick to keep going as I stared down the officer as they were rolling by. Well, I think I stared down the officer, I really couldn’t see a thing with the spotlight in my face. But, my peripheral vision did pick up the fact that there was steam coming off my body and skin in the freezing cold rain. I thought about how that must look to the officer. A beautiful, rich looking woman getting eaten out as the rain hit her and she was literally steaming hot. It was like something from a music video, or a porn.

“Let’s go hun, you can’t work here” the officer said from his car.

I didn’t know what he meant. What did he mean work? Oh shit, he thought I was a prostitute. Ok, I guess that wasn’t a wildly outlandish assumption. I was going to just get back in the mini van and go… but like I said, sassy beyond sassy. “I’m not working” I said loudly to the officer through the rain, never breaking my gaze of where I thought he was. “He’s my husband”

“Sir, can you please get up?” The officer said to my hypnotized husband, who had not stopped pleasuring me orally.

“He only hears my voice” I said. Fuck, that was so hot to say.

“Sir. Get up now!” the officer shouted.

“He’s deeply hypnotized. He only hears and obeys my voice” I told the officer again, still with my wicked, sexy stare and all the steam coming up around me.

The State Trooper said nothing in return, instead the spotlight turned from me and went to our license plate. Nick kept working me at my command. After a few minutes, the officer got out of his car and approached us. He was very tall. Looked to be early thirties.

“Mrs. Davidson, I don’t know what kind of game you and Mr. Davidson are playing here”, he said, clearly getting our names off of the our plates that he ran in his cruiser, “but this is a public rest area. I can arrest you for this.” He said… but not that firmly. Usually Statie’s tried to intimidate. I thought one was going to shoot me on 93 once because I was going like 11 miles over the limit. But this guy wasn’t doing that. Hmmm.

“Nick, stand up, see only me.” I said flatly, looking at the officer right in the eye as I did so. I straightened my skirt as Nick stood and looked at me. I looked at the officer’s name badge. “You are intrigued by this, aren’t you… Trooper Bates?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Ma’am, I –“

“Open your mind and hear my phone number. Remember it. 978-555-6387” I said to him, interrupting whatever stuttering he was going to do.

“Nick, open my door. Pay no attention to the officer.” I said, never breaking my stare with Trooper Bates. Nick followed my orders of course, and I went back into the mini van. Trooper Bates just stood there, frozen. He was turned on by this. I knew the look by this point. That look fueled my crazy, and emboldened me. I rolled down the mini van window.

“My panties are on the ground there Trooper Bates. Pick them up, and take custody of them. Text me later this week, and I’ll tell you what your next step is.” I said before rolling up the window but still not breaking eye contact. When the window was up, I told Nick to pull away and drive home. Trooper Bates did not move. He just stood out there at that rest stop in the pouring rain, watching us drive away.

Holy shit, I was officially crazy.

And officially cold, like freezing. I was soaking wet… and I mean my clothes and hair and stuff. I turned up the heat full blast and told Nick to drive as fast as he safely could. The wine, the power rush, the adrenaline, was all catching up to me. I was exhausted.

Nick went to work the next morning, so I woke up alone. It was so fucking bright in my room. Ugh. I was hung over again. I tried to catch up mentally as to what was going on. I remembered hypnotizing Douglas in his office, a totally weird thing at a rest stop with a cop, and the fact that I needed to go back down to Stumbly Motors today to pick up the car.

So, this was an interesting time for me. I was working on my headache (food, asprin, etc), and hopped in the shower. It was very much a weekday, and I am emphasizing DAY. I felt like Cindy. But, at the same time, I felt like the further Cynthia went each time with all this craziness, the more I was like always Cynthia too. With that said, today would be a good test for Cynthia.

I threw on some of my regular clothes. A black logo t-shirt and some black jeans. It a blustery cold winter day, so wearing a fur totally made sense, and I of course chose a white one, as I was meeting with Douglas. Putting the fur on definitely increased the Cynthia vibes, but figuring out a train schedule to Providence, and working all that out was very Cindy-ish.

The train took me to the Providence train station, and I hailed a cab from there to take me to Stumbly motors. I was already in the cab when I realized I should have just commanded Doug to send a car. I guess I wasn’t that experienced a controller of people yet. That made me feel very Cindy-ish.

But then the cab driver seemed to be totally checking me out. He asked me what I did, and I told him I was a hypnotist. That made me feel very Cynthia-ish. He asked if I helped people quit smoking and stuff. I told him no, that I turned them into my obedient servants. He gave a nervous laugh while looking at me in the windshield mirror. I arched an eyebrow, as if to say “what about that do you find funny?”. He was quiet the rest of the short trip. That made me feel very Cynthia-ish. In fact, I was really feeling that was the cab pulled up. I stepped out in front of Stumbly Motors and looked up the building. Doug’s building. But then again, Doug was now mine… so in effect, this building was now mine. Stumbly Motors was now mine.

I fucking loved that…

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