Mike Hunt's Stories
Be Careful What You Wish For... Part 1 by Mike Hunt
Be Careful What You Wish For... Part 1
Prologue
I'm still online when I hear my wife open the front door. Somehow, I didn't hear her car pull up. She told me that she would be home around midnight, but it's only 11. If she comes straight up to our bedroom, I'm gonna get busted!
Sure enough, she comes straight up! I quickly log off just a second before she enters, but the screen saver feature take a minute to activate.
"Were you on that damned computer again?" she asks.
"Uh, yeah," I reply.
"So why did you log off so quickly?" she asks sarcastically.
"Well, I heard you come in, and I figured it was time to get ready for bed," I respond.
"Yeah, right! Smut surfing again? Why don't you get a fucking life?" she snaps back, as she slams the door to the adjoining master bathroom behind her.
What a sweetheart. Well, she is pretty close about the smut surfing. I was on a domination website again, for about the 10th time in the past month.
I usually take the opportunity to visit these sites whenever an opportunity presents itself.
The truth is, I've had submissive desires for years. As an outlet for these fantasies that I never managed to fulfill, I began writing about them. At first, I just wrote about my thoughts. Later, I wrote stories loosely based upon my fantasies.
Terri and I finally connected online last year. To my delight, I soon found multitudes of other people with similar interests. I then refocused my energies online, attempting to bring my submissive fantasies to real life.
In addition to reading as many femdom stories that I could find, I paid close attention to the personal ads. I responded to many, but received only a tiny fraction of responses in return. I even placed a couple ads of my own, but never even received one response.
Connecting with a lifestyle domme has proven to be difficult at best. I feel lost and don't know where to turn. Submissive males seeking femdoms are at an extreme disadvantage. We simply outnumber them by too great a margin.
Unfortunately, I don't have the nerve to walk into a scene club cold. It's too intimidating for a novice like myself.
Consequently, I may be faced with accepting my fate as just another sub wannabe doomed to a vanilla existence. At age 39, my submissive life is currently limited to my frequent and secret visits to various femdom websites.
Believe me, I've tried to suppress my submissive desires over the years, but they always resurface. Sometimes with a vengeance. But in the big picture, the lack of my submissive fulfillment is only a minor problem in comparison.
You see, my marriage is in trouble. Serious trouble. Not that my submissive desires have anything to do with that. Terri doesn't have a clue about my secret. At least I don't think she does. I've hinted around about exploring some alternative sex and role playing on several occasions, but she's shown absolutely no interest. I find her reluctance towards variation a little difficult to understand and accept, because Terri is multi-orgasmic and fully enjoys sex.
Nevertheless, our 12 year marriage has been problematic. But that's old hat. Lately, what's bothering me most is my growing suspicion that she may be seeing someone else. Our frequent arguments have been getting uglier, and she often mentions divorce. The marriage councilor that we've been seeing for over a year now hasn't seemed to help much.
Even at 32 with three kids, Terri is still a stone fox. She carries 124 slinky, but curvaceous pounds on a 5'8" leggy frame. Her sexy figure is not the result of any extra effort on her part, however. She has never seen the inside of a health club, or even a pair of running shoes for that matter. She is simply blessed with remarkable genes.
Her grandmother was half Filipino and half Chinese. Terri is the beneficiary of luxurious, long, dark, thick, and moderately wavy hair. Her beautiful dark eyes are just slightly slanted, and her light olive brown skin tans to a dark golden brown, but never burns. She has pointed full eyebrows, full pouty lips, and a street smart, mischievous look about her. She has 36D's and a cute little round ass with dimples where the small of her back joins her succulent asscheeks. Except for special occasions, the woman even goes without wearing makeup.
Yes, she's still a head turner to say the least. Sexually, I just can't get enough of her. Even though we still fuck regularly, she hasn't kissed me on the lips for almost two years. I also go down on her regularly, but she hasn't reciprocated for almost two years as well.
Terri has never worked a full time job, but she's gotten involved with a few MLM (multi-level-marketing) ventures over the years. It generates what she calls her pocket money. That's where she supposedly went tonight, to another MLM meeting.
Our beautiful home is always a disastrous mess. She works an average of an hour a day in her MLM venture. Even though I work full time, she fully expects me share the housework 50/50. Since I am also expected to do 100% of the "man's work," we have had numerous problems in this area.
Another problem area is money. We are barely managing to get by financially. Even though I earn just under six figures and Terri earns her own pocket money, we are struggling. We have a big mortgage, two cars payments, and several credit cards to pay on each month. Of course, the kids always seem to need something too. Consequently, we haven't been able to save a dime. Even if we managed to save any money, Terri would quickly find something to spend it on. After all, for years she's been spending money that we don't have!
If we didn't have 3 children, we no doubt would have gone our separate ways long ago. God, does she make my life miserable! Even though I'm still crazy in lust with her, I don't like her anymore. Does that make any sense? Terri is often bitchy, but she seems particularly bitchy tonight. Well, tomorrow we have another session with our marriage councilor. Maybe we could talk about it then.
Chapter 1
Terri was unusually quiet on our way to see Dr. Peter Anthony.
Unfortunately, the session proved to be just another time waster. But as we were leaving, he suggested that we see an associate of his. He explained that Dr. Kale is a hypnotherapist. He surmised that she might be helpful in uncovering the true source of our problem that he, apparently, had been unable to do.
I called Dr. Kale the next day to arrange our interview, and was told that she wanted to see us separately on our first visit. So after I set my appointment, I asked her to call Terri direct to arrange for her appointment.
When I arrived at Dr. Kale's office the following Monday night, I was surprised to see that my mental image of her had been woefully off target.
Even though she sounded more mature over the telephone, she appeared to be in her early 30's. She was quite tall, only an inch or two shorter than my own six foot height. Her sleek fitting white blouse and black skirt did little to hide her well proportioned figure. She probably weighed around 135 to 140 pounds.
"Come in and sit down Mr. Hunt," she offered, as she picked up a file folder.
I sat down and twitched around a bit in her leather chair until I felt comfortable.
"Dr. Anthony has forwarded a copy of your file upon my request. I've taken the time to study it. It seems as though you and your wife haven't made much progress," she said.
"No, I'm afraid not," I replied as I studied the captivating emerald green eyes behind her over sized, librarian style glasses. She wore her long blond hair in a tight, conservative bun.
"Do you love your wife, Mr. Hunt?" she asked.
"Oh yes, very much so," I responded, admiring her softly chiseled facial features.
"As you know, Dr. Anthony suggested that hypnotherapy might be helpful to your situation. May I assume that you're here because you're willing to give this a try Mr. Hunt?" she asked.
"Please call me Mike," I requested.
"OK Mike," she replied.
"Yes, I'm willing to try anything at this point to save our marriage," I explained.
"Well, that's a positive attitude, Mike! I'm glad to hear that. Now, have you ever been hypnotized before?" she inquired.
"Just once, about 15 years ago to stop smoking," I responded.
"I see. Did it work?" she asked.
"Yes, I never smoked again after that," I explained.
"Wonderful! You already know that you can be hypnotized then. My guess is that you probably had a high motivation to quit smoking before you saw your hypnotist, didn't you?" she inquired.
"As a matter of fact, I did," I replied.
"Did you quit smoking after just one session?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"That's great! Do you mind if I ask what your hypnotist charged you back then?" she continued.
"No, I don't mind. He charged me 40 dollars," I stated.
"I see. Well, times have changed. And Mike, your problem is a little more complex this time. My fee will be 400 dollars per session. Will that pose a problem for you?" she asked.
"Uhwell, no. It sounds a little expensive, but," my voice trailed off, but Dr. Kale saved me by interrupting.
"Mike, the initial interview for both you and Mrs. Hunt will be complementary. Also, we can speed up the process with the help of some medication, sort of a truth serum, if you will. With the use of this drug, I can typically get to the heart of the matter within 2 or 3 sessions. This is only about a third of the time it would typically take using traditional techniques. There is no extra charge for the drug. I don't expect your decision today, Mike. Sleep on it and let me know the next time we meet. Do you have any questions?" she asked.
"Yes. Are there any side effects to this drug?" I asked.
"Yes. You could experience drowsiness up to several hours after the administration of the drug. But besides that, there are no serious side effects known. You will need to arrange for a ride home from here," she explained.
"OK, that shouldn't be a problem," I surmised.
"Do you have any other questions, Mike?" she asked.
"Well, does this mean that you're not going to hypnotize me today?" I inquired, in a quizzical tone.
"No, not today. I hope I haven't disappointed you. Anything else, Mike?" she asked, smiling.
"No, not that I can think of at the moment," I responded.
"Very good then. Can you see me this Friday at the same time?" she asked, looking at her appointment book.
"Sure," I said.
Dr. Kale wrote in our appointment, then stood up. I followed her lead, and then shook her extended hand.
"I'll see you this Friday at 6pm, Mike," she said.
"See you then," I replied.
Chapter 2
When I arrived home, Terri was unusually pleasant. She seemed very interested in my interview with Dr. Kale. After I answered her questions, she announced that she was going out on a recruiting appointment.
"On a Monday night?" I grumbled.
"Yes, I have my appointment with Dr. Kale tomorrow, so I have to take care of this tonight," she replied.
"Why did you make your appointment with Kale on the same night that we usually see Dr. Anthony?" I asked.
"Well, we may as well see what Kale can do for us before we go back to Anthony. We are no better off than we were a year and a half ago when we started with him," she explained.
"Yes, that's true. How long will you be out?" I asked.
"Just a couple of hours," she replied.
She promptly left. I planned to go to the health club to work out, but I had enough time to visit a couple of domination sites first. Within a minute after Terri had left, I was at my screen. I logged on, and saw that I had mail.
I didn't recognize the author's screen name, MsXenia. Hmm the subject line said Make a Wish. I clicked on it. My eyes quickly widened, and my heart started pumping harder. It read
Dear Potential Slave,
I am a tall, slender, gorgeous and intoxicating Dominant Woman. Some time ago, you responded to a personal ad that I placed under a different name.
Your approach was interesting, so I saved your response.
Now that I've recently relocated to the Chicago area, I've decided to give you a chance to experience your submissive dreams. But one chance only.
If you are still interested in serving a Goddess, you will write a letter essay that explicitly and honestly expresses your deepest and most secret desires. Don't leave anything out. The wider your parameters are, the better your chances for selection will be. But let me forewarn you, do not fabricate! For if you are selected, I will soon uncover your fabrications, and you will be forever dismissed!
You will open your letter with the words, "Dear Mistress, I wish," and will close your letter with, "Submissively Yours".
Make it good, slave! You will limit the length of your letter to a thousand words, so get to the point and make every word count.
You are, no doubt, already asking yourself whether or not this is real. Since I want no other correspondence from you other than your essay letter, let me assure you that this is this real. In fact, it's more real than you can ever imagine at this point!
So get to work! You have exactly 48 hours from the receipt of this letter to comply.
Dominantly Yours
Mistress Xenia
My heart was pounding and my cock was supporting a crotch tent. I was almost breathless. Was she on the level? I never told any of my friends about my secret desires, so I surmised that it could only be from someone I had responded to in the past. My only fear was that it may be the game playing of some nutball ex husband or boyfriend of a femdom that I had once responded to.
Xenia also had AOL as her access provider, so she would know exactly what time I retrieved her message. Since the clock was already ticking, I decided to start working on it immediately. I wasn't sure yet whether or not I would ever send a response to her, but I at least wanted to have the option to.
Writing the letter was not an easy task. The kids interrupted several times, and the time passed quickly. Before I knew it, Terri was pulling her car into the driveway. I logged off and quickly darted into the bathroom. It was already 9:15, and going to the gym was no longer an option. I would probably have to explain to Terri why I didn't go, since it was out of character for me not to work out on a Monday night.
I didn't have to wait long. The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, Terri asked, "Didn't you go to the gym tonight?".
"No honey, I just wanted to hang around and think about my interview with Dr. Kale today," I lied.
"What's to think about?" she asked.
"Well, she's very expensive for one. We really can't afford it," I explained.
"Are you saying that you're not going to see her again?" she queried, in a slight argumentative tone.
"No, I'm not saying that at all. She also wants to use a drug on me to speed up the process. I'm a little leery about that," I replied.
"Well, if she's expensive and we can't afford it, maybe speeding up the process is the smart thing to do. How much will it speed it up?" she asked.
"She said that the drug typically cuts the time down to about a third of traditional techniques," I explained.
"And how much does she charge for a session?" she inquired.
"Four hundred dollars," I replied.
"It doesn't sound like there's much to think about, is there?" she responded flatly.
"No, I guess not. I suppose that I'm just a little hesitant about taking the drug," I said.
"Why on earth for? You used to do drugs all the time when you were in college. You'll probably like it! ," she quipped.
"Yeah, wellit's some kind of a truth serum," I added, trying to keep the tone of conversation serious.
"So? Do you have anything to hide?" she asked.
"No, of course not," I responded.
"Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?" she inquired.
"I guess not. But she said I will need someone to drive me home after the session," I added.
"Why is that?" she asked.
"There's a possible after effect of drowsiness," I explained.
"When is your next appointment?" she queried.
"Friday at six," I replied.
"I'll take you," she offered.
"You don't have to trouble yourself. I'll ask Tom if he can pick me up," I responded.
"Oh, I see. You don't want me anywhere near you when you're on truth serum, do you?" she rebutted in an argumentative tone.
It was just like her to paint me into a corner with her manipulative ways.
"That isn't it honey," I tried to explain.
"Yeah, right," she sarcastically responded, as she slammed the door of the bathroom behind her.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom and with a sarcastic tone, said, "Fine, let Tom pick you up then."
Nothing more was said about it. When we went to bed an hour later, she immediately turned her back to me and went to sleep.
Chapter 3
The best opportunity I had to finish my letter was following night when Terri was at Dr. Kale's. The minute Terri walked out the door, I jumped online. I worked hard and completed the letter only minutes before Terri returned. I stored it as mail waiting to be sent.
I asked how her meeting went. I became quite annoyed when she told me that Dr. Kale decided to hold off on Terri's therapy until after she had completed mine. I left to go work out.
The next day, I fretted about whether or not to send my letter to Mistress Xenia. I sat at my computer for as long as possible, debating my decision before finally clicking on the send button. I probably would have sat there pondering for hours if the 48 hour deadline had nt arrived.
As I drove to Dr. Kale's office on Friday, I found myself growing increasingly irritated about Terri's therapy being postponed. I even decided to let Terri pick me up afterwards. I didn't want to have to explain to my best friend what was going on, especially since I was going for therapy without Terri. It might appear as though I was the source of the problem.
Terri would drive me home, and I would have to leave my car there in Kale's parking lot overnight. Terri agreed to help me retrieve my car the next day.
As I pulled into a parking space, I recalled that Mistress Xenia still hadn't bothered to respond to my letter yet. As a result, my mood grew even more foul. I tried to shake it off as I entered Dr. Kale's office.
"Hello Mike, I appreciate your promptness. Please sit down," she said.
I sat down and waited.
"Have you decided which method of therapy you prefer?" she inquired.
"Yes, let's go the quicker route," I responded.
"Fine! Are you ready to get started?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied.
"Do you have any questions?" she queried.
"Well yes, just one. Why do you want to complete my therapy before starting Terri's?" I asked.
"That's a good question. First of all, based on how you were such a good subject 15 years ago when you stopped smoking, I think you will be an easier subject to work with. Also, your wife has indicated to me that she has attempted hypnosis twice in her life without success," she explained.
"I didn't know that," I commented.
"Yes, and finally, you seem to be a little more motivated in terms of making your marriage work," she concluded.
"Well, that doesn't surprise me!," I added, delighted to see that she understood my plight. I started to really like her.
"Anything else?" she asked.
"No," I replied.
"Good! Then are you ready to get started?" she asked again.
"Yes," I replied.
"Follow me," she instructed.
We went through a door behind her desk and entered her therapy room.
It was a larger room, perhaps 15 by 18 feet. There were three pieces of furniture in the softly lit room. Her oversized chair was almost the size of a love seat. Placed about six feet away was a chaise recliner for her subject. A small table stood in between with a pitcher of ice water and two glasses on it.
"Please sit down, Mike," she instructed.
I sat up in the middle of the recliner and faced her. She handed me a pill, and poured two glasses of water.
"It will take effect rather quickly, Mike. Usually well within 10 minutes. Do you want to use the bathroom before we begin?" she asked.
"No thanks," I replied.
I then popped the pill into my mouth and chased it down with a gulp of water.
"Why don't you lay down now, Mike," she suggested.
Her recliner was incredibly comfortable. She stood up and walked over to a control panel on the wall. She adjusted the light several notches dimmer, and turned on a sound system. Ever so slightly, I could hear the sound of water dripping, one slow drop at a time. I looked up at the ceiling to see a state-of-the-art surround sound speaker system.
"Just relax, Mike. Breathe slow and easy," she instructed.
She slowly repeated her instructions several times. Soon, my body began to feel as though it were dissipating, but I felt very content. I noticed that the lighting had slowly changed to a crystal blue color, and the dripping sound slowly grew louder.
"How do you feel, Mike?" she asked.
"Jusss Wunnnerful|," I responded, already well under the influence.
"Now close your eyes and imagine the drops of water, Mike. Use your mind's eye to see the drops of pristine water. Watch them fall slowly into the crystal blue body of water. You will see the concentric rings that each crystal clear drop makes, Mike. Isn't it fascinating how the rings spread so evenly|so perfectly?" she asked.
"Yessss," I responded.
The drops sounded even louder, and I could soon see the water just as she had described it. It was beautiful. I felt an inner peace that I hadn't felt for years. Seconds later, my physical body no longer existed.
Soon after that, I no longer perceived the confines of the room. The water endlessly stretched throughout eternity. The entire universe was within my perception. Somewhere far, far away, her voice still existed. But somehow, the words no longer mattered. Such blissful peace. Ahhhh... The next thing I remembered was waking up. I felt horribly groggy. I struggled to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and opened them. I was shocked to see Terri sitting next to Dr. Kale!
"How do you feel, Mike?" Dr. Kale asked.
I tried to reply, but I only croaked out an unintelligible sound. My mouth was parched. The doctor poured more water into my glass. I picked it up and drank half the glass without taking a breath.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Terri.
"Waiting for you to wake up for the past hour," she replied somewhat indignantly.
I looked at my watch to see it was already 9:20.
"Damn, I've been out for over three hours?" I asked.
"Yes, Mike. You are a far better subject than I anticipated! One more session should do it!," she declared.
"Why don't I remember what happened?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that you're still somewhat under the effect of the drug. And I also gave you some post hypnotic suggestions. You should go home and rest now. This will all come together for you very soon," she explained.
I was groggy, and my mind was too deep in a fog to argue, so I stood up to leave.
"By the way, next week I'm going to give you some relationship exercises to take home with you," Kale commented.
We set the next session for the following Friday at the same time. Terri wrote her a check, and we then left.
Terri spoke very little about the session during the ride home. She also didn't ask me any questions. This seemed out of character for her, being that I was in a vulnerable state. It would have been much more like her to take advantage of such a situation. But not being in the sharpest frame of mind, I decided to let it go for the time being.
Chapter 4
The week went by without even one argument from Terri. This was a notable improvement, since we typically had several fights each week. Not only were we getting along, but the house was beginning to shape up too. I couldn't understand it, but I sure wasn't about to rock the boat.
As well as things were going, I was bothered by occasional memory lapses.
After each lapse, I found myself hoping that Dr. Kale's drug had nt done any permanent damage.
On Friday, as I drove to Dr. Kale's office, Terri called me on my cell phone to tell me that she would drop the kids off by her mother's house for the weekend. That way we would have the whole weekend to do the relationship exercises that Kale would give us tonight.
Dr. Kale greeted us and had us sit down in her office. She asked us how things were going. I remarked that things seemed to be improving, but that I was concerned about my occasional memory lapses.
She explained that I had responded a little too well to the drug, and that the lapses would soon pass. Tonight she would use less than half the dosage.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied, somewhat hesitantly.
She ushered me into her therapy room, and left Terri in her office. She gave me a smaller pill, and offered the use of her bathroom once more. I declined her offer, and swallowed the pill.
"Tonight, I don't want you to go completely under, Mike. I need to keep you on a conscious level," she explained.
"I'm glad to hear that!," I responded.
"Just close your eyes, Mike. Let your mind's eye see the pristine water dripping into the crystal blue water," she said, as she dimmed the light and turned on the sound system.
"I'll be back in a couple minutes, Mike. Just relax, and let the drug take effect," she instructed.
Soon, my body started to dissipate once again. I felt a glowing, inner peace. I didn't have a problem in the world. Nothing mattered but the present, and the present was profound bliss.
I was vaguely aware of Dr. Kale reentering the room. From what seemed to originate from a vacuum, she asked, "Mike, how do you feel?"
"Fine," I responded.
Before I could explain in detail, she interrupted, "That's good, Mike.
Now Mike, you will keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. You will relax, and let everything takes its' course, won't you, Mike?"
"Yes," I said.
"Mike, things are much better at home now, aren't they?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.
Once again, she interrupted.
"Just relax and answer yes or no, Mike. Let me take control. Do you understand?" she instructed.
"Yes," I responded.
"Things are much better at home now, aren't they, Mike?" she repeated.
"Yes," I replied.
"Of course they are. This therapy is working very well, isn't it, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"Of course it is. But now, we've reached the part of the therapy that requires Terri's input. You love Terri very much and you want her input, don't you, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Of course you do. And you are just thrilled how everything has improved so remarkably in just one week, aren't you, Mike?" she inquired.
"Yes," I responded.
"Of course you are. And you also know that there is no place for secrets in a perfect relationship with Terri, don't you, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Of course you do! But you have been keeping some secrets from Terri, haven't you?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Of course you have. You told me all about these secrets last week, didn't you, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded, in blissful reverie.
"Of course you did. You want her to know about all of these things. But you've been afraid, Mike. You've been afraid that she would reject you.
Afraid that she would laugh at you. Afraid that she would use this knowledge against you. All of this is true, isn't it, Mike," she suggested.
"Yes," I responded.
"Of course it is, Mike. That's why we need Terri's input now, to forever eliminate your fears. So that you'll never have to be afraid of your secrets ever again. That's what you want Mike, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"Of course it is. And you know that after tonight, everything will be just fine, don't you, Mike?" she continued.
"Yes," I replied.
"Of course you do. Now, you realize how important it is for Terri to know about your secrets, Mike. You want her here right now so that you no longer have to carry the burden of your secrets anymore, don't you, Mike?"
"Yes," I responded.
"Of course you do! And I have very good news for you. You don't have to worry about anything anymore because Terri is her with me now, Mike. And she's known about your secrets for a long time. She simply didn't know what to do, Mike. But I've changed all that now. I've changed it for the benefit of both you and Terri. Isn't that wonderful, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"From this day forward, there will never be a need for either one of you to have secrets ever again, Mike. Isn't that wonderful?" she inquired, sweetly upbeat.
"Yes," I responded, feeling blissfully happy.
"The truth is that you want to be dominated by a woman, Mike. Completely dominated. You truly believe that women are the superior sex. But even in spite of your desires and beliefs, for years you have put up a macho facade by fighting Terri for control. This is all true, isn't it, Mike?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Of course it is. But you'll never have to do this again, Mike.
Everything will be fine from now on. Open your eyes now, Mike. Sit up and face us," she instructed.
Opening my eyes broke my reverie. I sat up, and looked at them. They were both wearing black leather dominatrix attire. The surreal sight should have shocked me, but for some reason it did not. I remained perfectly calm in a dreamlike state.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Mike?" Dr. Kale asked.
"Yes," I replied, still without emotion.
"Of course it is, and this is what you'll get. But you must understand that Terri is deservedly angry. After all, you attempted to satisfy your desires outside of your marriage, Mike. But I've taught her how to channel her anger to her best advantage. You see, by profession I am a Dr. Kale, certified hypnotherapist. But by lifestyle, I am Mistress Xenia, dominatrix," she explained.
All of a sudden, I snapped out of my dreamlike state. I started to remember things. There were several moments of silence as files quickly downloaded from my subconscious into my conscious memory. As I watched Xenia smiled wickedly, I began to feel emotion once again.
"Yes, you are beginning to remember now, aren't you? All of those lapses in your memory are filling in. You were given post hypnotic suggestions to forget certain things until you heard the words Mistress Xenia. Do you remember now?" she asked.
"Y-yes," I stuttered.
Xenia interrupted before I could continue.
"Ah, I see that the drug is starting to wear off too. That's good! You will soon feel the full embarrassment and humiliation that you not only crave, but also richly deserve!," she added.
The magnitude of what had occurred quickly clarified in my mind. I looked at Terri to see a serious expression on her face, and remembered that it was I who had been cleaning up our house lately!
"The nice thing about hypnotherapy is that a subject will never do anything truly against their will, Mike. And when under the influence of a hypnotic trance, they rarely say anything that isn't true, especially when using a truth serum as we did. Do you remember our last session yet, Mike? We talked a lot about that pathetic, groveling essay letter that you e-mailed me," Xenia sneered. Her tone of voice was changing.
"Oh my god!" I blurted, as the memory of my first session with Dr. Kale filled in. Suddenly I felt very embarrassed, and my face blushed. My expression must have exposed my feelings. They both laughed.
My thoughts immediately turned to the e-mail letter that I sent to Xenia.
It suddenly became obvious that Terri had also read the letter. My level of humiliation skyrocketed. They both laughed wickedly.
"You have no more secrets, Mike. We both know everything. Even your deepest and most perverse fantasies. Unfortunately for you, you have plenty of serious transgressions to atone for now! Years of mistreating Terri and looking outside of your marriage, for starters. And you know how Terri likes to get even! Yes, she'll enjoy being your dominant woman and punishing you for your gross misbehavior! I'm afraid that you'll be serving Terri in every conceivable way for the rest of your pathetic life or until she grows tired of you, whichever comes first," she warned.
End of Part 1
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