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Hypnotized at Ikea

Hypnotized at Ikea

By Hypnofur

I laughed to myself as I see Shelly flirting. I can tell by the way she is smiling and playing with her hair that she is flirting. I’m a pretty good looking guy, women flirt with me, I know what it looks like. However, my wife Shelly is not the flirty type. Frankly, I’ve never seen her do it. However, desperate times require desperate measures. I assumed she was flirting because she was desperate.

And these were desperate times. Well, at least as far as holiday travel goes. We were in New Jersey, visiting her parents. We got here Christmas Eve. It was that night that we discovered the bed they had us sleeping in was completely broken. We got no sleep. However, it was Christmas Eve, and yesterday was Christmas. Nothing we could do about it. Plans were made to immediately go to Ikea today, the morning after Christmas. Well, the morning after Christmas turned into the late afternoon after Christmas, which turned into the evening after Christmas. There was a parade of relatives at my in laws today, which made it hard for us to get out. I really, really wanted to buy a new bed for the room we were in, but I couldn’t pull my wife away from visiting with this aunt or this cousin. It was a good 6:00 by the time we got out the house. Even though it was after Christmas, the traffic was still insane. Holiday shoppers must have instantly turned into holiday returners.

By the time we got to the Ikea parking lot, it was like 6:55. It was obvious the employees were walking out of the store to their cars. I was very confused, I thought they were open until 9? I grabbed my phone and investigated. Unfortunately, the Paramus Ikea was open until 9, but the Elizabeth NJ one, which we were currently in, closed at 7. Crap! I desperately did not want to go to another Ikea in this traffic. Plus, I knew damn well that it would take me another two hours after we got back to put the bed together after we got home. I was already tired from putting the kids’ toys together late on Christmas Eve, then of course not sleeping well on the broken bed last night again.

Shelly understood. She was grateful that I was being such a trooper during the time at her parents’ house. She knew we needed to get that bed from here no matter what. She looked at me, with desperation in her eyes and said, “You park the car, I’m going to run in, find the manager and plead our case!”

I dropped her off and tried desperately to find a space. It was murder. I finally found one. As I entered the large store, every employee that saw me made it painfully clear that they were not only NOT the manager, but also that the store was closing. I thought we were out of luck, until I saw Shelly up on floor two. She was near a Christmas tree, talking to a short, pudgy older man. It was then that I saw the flirting. That’s when I laughed to myself. She really wanted to avoid going to Paramus like I did. She must have been trying to flirt her way into getting him to let us make the purchase despite the closed store. We both knew our shopping time was limited. The kids were with my in laws, but it wasn’t long before they would become a handful for them.

“John, this is Todd. He’s the store manager. He’s going to help us.” Shelly says. “Isn’t he amazing?” she adds.

“Uh, yes. Thanks so much” I agree. This is a little weird. She really isn’t much of an actress, and I’ve never really seen her flirt before. She’s acting like he’s Tom Brady or something (she has a thing for Brady). I can tell by the way the sweaty little man is checking her out that he was totally the type of guy who would fall for it. Shelly isn’t a bombshell by any means, but she’s very pretty and fit. She has a great smile. I’m quite sure she was the prettiest customer that had smiled at Todd in quite a while. Though I will say, there is some sort of unnerving look in his eye. I’m not too worried about that though, whatever got me a solid, not broken, bed to sleep in tonight is fine by me.

“Honey, I want to buy this tree, it’s amazing.” Shelly tells me as she points to the decorated tree next to her. It has ornaments for sale all over it. They clearly haven’t been able to sell all of them this Christmas season. Her comment confuses the fuck out of me though. Why would we buy a Christmas tree, the day after Christmas, when we are five hours from home?

“I was just showing Michelle the special pattern that it has.” Todd says, as he presses some buttons on a remote he has in his hands. Is this his deal? Is he going to keep the store open long enough for us to buy the beds, but also strong arm us into buying some of the Christmas inventory he couldn’t move?

Lights on the tree start flashing. Left and right. Faster and faster. It is distracting. He’s talking to me, but he speaks softly. It’s hard to hear him. He’s saying something about keeping up with the lights. Something about following the lights and letting the lights do the work.

Shelly tells me “Follow the lights John. It feels so good. Just listen to HypnoLord’s voice”

Left and right and up and right, the lights keep flashing. They are relentless. Wait, who the fuck is HypnoLord?

I feel a jolt as he pulls my arm and says “Sleep”

I’m vaguely aware of him holding me by the shoulders and rocking me…. Then blackness… then climbing gently out of the hole of my mind before being yanked back down again. Even deeper this time.

Next thing I hear is the number 3 and the word Wake. I’m still standing next to Shelly. We are I feel really relaxed… and horny. HypnoLord is on one of the Ikea benches across from us. He seems so…powerful. I’m intimidated by him.

I look over at Shelly. Is she feeling like I’m feeling? She’s staring at HypnoLord like he’s fucking Brady again. What is happening?

“Michelle, come to me” he commands confidently.

Shelly slowly walks across the room to HypnoLord. She straddles him on the bench and they begin to kiss. I watch intently as they kiss. HypnoLord begins to kiss my wife's neck and ear which causes her to let out some soft moans. His hands now slide down to her hips and caress her ass. He gives each cheek a playful slap. Shelly moans again. HypnoLord slides one of his hands between her legs and begins to slowly caress her crotch over her black jeans. Shelly leans down and begins to kiss and suck on his neck. Why am I not trying to stop this? Maybe because I am so horny? Maybe because it is what HypnoLoad wants? In fact, not only do I not protest, I grab my phone from inside my pocket and begin to take pictures of my wife and her new lover. I don’t’ know why I even think to do this, I’m just so turned on by it all. I want to record it. HypnoLord notices me and stops Shelly. "Turn around," he commands her. Shelly quickly spins around and sits in his lap. HypnoLord slides his hand back between her legs and resumes his work. He whispers something to her. It must have been for her to remove her jeans, because that is what she does. She kicks them off, then sits back down on his lap. Pushing her panties over a bit, he slides two fingers into my wife's wet pussy and begins working them in and out. Shelly moans and throws her head back against him. HypnoLord reaches up with his other hand and takes her breast in his hand. He gives it a couple of hard squeezes through her sweater. This sends my wife over the edge. She moans in staggered breaths as her orgasm rushes through her. She convulses for a moment before falling back into his chest. HypnoLord slides his hands from between her legs and places his fingers against her lips. My wife immediately takes them into her mouth and licks them clean. Shelly has never, ever behaved like this before. She is currently so wanton, so free of inhibitions. "Good girl," HypnoLord says as he pulls his fingers from her mouth. “I think it is time to show you those beds you were after” HypnoLord tells us, and he gets up from the bench. Shelly follows behind him, as do I. He leads us to a section of the now deserted store with the beds. It’s odd, a half hour ago, this was my main focus. Now HypnoLord’s will, and how sexy everything is, has taken all of my focus. "Make sure you take lots of pictures honey." Shelly says. So crazy, she hates pictures of herself. At least, she used to. HypnoLord tells her to take off her sweater and bra and get on the bed. She obeys without hesitation, again looking at him with a starry eyed infatuation. HypnoLord walks over to the edge of the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt. Shelly reaches out and unbuckles his belt and pants. HypnoLord throws the shirt and pants to the floor revealing his bloated stomach. Shelly reaches out and grabs HypnoLord's hips and pulls him closer to her. She begins to kiss his cock through his underwear. Teasing him, she starts at the base and kisses all the way to the tip. Then she begins to lick along the outline of his hard cock. She turns and looks at me. "Is your cock hard honey?" she asks before licking HypnoLord's again. "His definitely is. It’s the most magnificent cock in the world" she says. She’s never, ever spoken like that. She smiles before pulling his underwear down. His hard cock flops out and almost smacks her in the face. She grips his hard shaft and strokes it while slowly caressing his balls with the other. Her strokes start off very slow as she inspects her new toy. HypnoLord steps closer to her and pushes his cock in her face. "Suck my cock," HypnoLord commands. Without hesitation, my wife obeys. She starts working him in and out of her mouth. HypnoLord grabs her hair, soon she is settling into a rhythm. She sucks his cock like a pro, I can’t believe it. She’s never been that confident or enthusiastic the few times she’s done that for me. After a few minutes he pulls his cock from her mouth. A line of spit goes from the tip of his cock to her mouth. She wipes it away and gasps for breath. HypnoLord releases her hair and lies down on the bed next to her. "Let me see those tits," HypnoLord commands. Shelly rolls to her side and again cups her breasts as she sits up. She straddles HypnoLord and slides up until her modest breasts are directly in his face. She slowly removes her hands and allows her breasts to hang freely in front of his face. He reaches out and grabs them both, kneading them in his hands for a moment before leaning up and sucking on her nipples, first the left one and then the right. Shelly throws her head back and gasps. She slides her hand down and begins to play with herself as he continues playing with her breasts. After a minute or two Shelly begins to moan again and appears to be approaching another orgasm. HypnoLord immediately stops and grabs her hand. "Not yet," he says. "Bend over and face your husband," he says. Shelly gets up and positions herself into the doggy position on the bed. I click the record button on the phone to film this moment. Shelly and I lock eyes as HypnoLord positions himself behind her. He places the tip of his cock at her wet slit. Shelly’s mouth opens as his cock begins to enter her. She grips the Ikea display bed tightly and moans as he slowly slides each inch of himself into her. His cock fills her. HypnoLord begins to pump into his cock into my wife. Shelly begins to buck back into him and soon they settle into a rhythm. He gives her ass a good slap on each cheek as he picks up his pace. "Oh my God, his cock is so amazing John," she says in ragged breaths. "Oh … I'm going to cum," she exclaims and begins to buck against him faster. HypnoLord grabs her hips and slams himself into her even harder. The sloppy sounds of their sex fill the room. Shelly puts her head down and begins to shake as her orgasm rushes through her. "Oh god. Fuck me please sir!," she screams before collapsing onto the bed. HypnoLord slows his pace but continues pumping into my wife as she catches her breath. He tells her to tell me how she loves his cock. Shelly looks at me and smiles.

“Mmmm I love his cock," she says. HypnoLord slaps her ass and pulls his cock out. "Lie down on your back," he commands and once again my wife happily obeys his commands. She rolls over and spreads herself open for him. He quickly positions himself between her thighs as she grabs his cock and guides it back into her. She moans as his large manhood fills her. She grabs his head and pulls him down to her. They eagerly kiss as he begins to fuck her. HypnoLord starts with slow, shallow thrusts before working himself deeper into her. Shelly wraps her legs around his thick waist, allowing him to get even deeper into her. HypnoLord picks up his pace and is now slamming himself into her soaking wet pussy. Shelly gasps and begins to scream again as HypnoLord relentlessly fucks her. She cums again but this time he does not slow down to allow her to recover. “Who do you serve?” he asks.

“You, I serve You!” Shelly responds.

“Who owns you?” he grunts.

“You do HypnoLord! You own me! I am yours!” she says. I know this to be true, and for some odd reason, it turns me on to no end.

"Where do you want my cum baby?" HypnoLord asks in staggered breaths. "All over my face," Shelly responds. HypnoLord thrusts into her for a few more times before pushing Shelly off of him. She quickly gets down her knees on the floor next to the bed. HypnoLord positions himself next to her and strokes his cock until his hot load explodes from his cock and lands all over my wife's face and chest. He staggers as his orgasm subsides and slowly strokes his cock. Shelly looks at me with a smile on her face. "Take another picture honey," she says. Hypnolord motions as if he wants to take it. I grab my phone from beside the bed and hand it to HypnoLord. He quickly snaps a few pics of my wife and hands it back to me. Shelly reaches out and grabs HypnoLord's cock, still continuing to worship it.

He is catching his breath as he starts to give us our commands. We buy the bed, but also the Christmas tree. He tells us we will set it up in our bedroom at home, all year round. It will be the tool he uses to continue to control us. He then tells us we will make a post to his blog and post the pictures and videos.

We should have just gone to Paramus.

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