Hypnotized Wife Stories Novels & Stories

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

The woman led him to the door, opened the door of the private lounge, and as she continued to walk outside with Solomon, she seemed to trip and fell to the ground with Solomon on top of her. The woman cried out loud, trying desperately to push the man, who was heavy as an elephant, away, but to no avail. He weighed too much for her, and almost crushed her to the point of suffocation. The surveillance camera in the hallway perfectly recorded her struggles and cries, as well as Solomon's indecent behavior. She bellowed a "help me" when she was suffocating. Just then, someone rushed out and grabbed the delirious Solomon. This night, Solomon was destined to become the laughingstock of everyone,

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

she complained. It was her first day in class but instead of stopping what he was doing, he turned her to him and they did French kiss. All her protests died down when he pulled up her pencil cut skirt then put his hand inside her undwear. He slid his middle finger in her slit .She moaned his name as he inserted two fingers in her sex. He kept on playing with her swollen bud while his lips found their way to her breasts. She didn’t even noticed that her husband was able to unbutton her top. It was always like this when he did lustful things to her body. She was like being hypnotized because her husband was addictive.

Laura's rehabilitation was going well but her stubborn husband still insisted that the Dirt Princess was still too ill for anyone to visit her. Tynan didn't believe a word that Mr Helvig had to say about his wife's recovery. In fact, the newspapers covering Laura's miracle were evidence that the overprotective father was lying. To let the old man have his pride, Tynan didn't call his bluff. Instead, he persisted in sending gifts to his future parents-in-law and visited them often enough that all their neighbours knew him. Papa Helvig was still unmoved.

It was like holding your breath before the next wave hit. George was not weak or sick. He was hiding behind that story, using it to shift attention and control the public’s opinion. Everyone now believed Veronica had acted alone. News stations showed old photos, played interviews with “sources” who claimed she had always been unstable. They said she was obsessed with Jason and jealous of Bella. The public believed it. “It’s sick,” Bella whispered, watching one of the reports. Her voice shook with anger. “They’re turning her into a mad woman. Like it was all just about jealousy. And George? He gets to stay clean?”

In the hypnotic trance Rebecca had just admitted that she lied on the questionnaire when she denied ever having seen or held a man's cock. "That's very nice of you. But what worked for your high school boyfriend won't satisfy your husband in the long run. My advice to women is to learn to love sucking your husband's cock, because if you don't, he'll find someone else who will. Today we'll start by turning you into a cocksucker your husband will to brag to his friends about." Dr. Carter stepped around the desk and pressed the intercom button. "Ms. Cameron, can you join us please?"

touch. At that time, the only remaining sensible part of me warned - Lucas didn't come across as someone who would follow a doctor's advice. This asshole was like a wild savage beast. He would do anything out of impulse, including taking my virginity or even worse, taking my life. I had to do something to distract him. Nothing distracts a horny male murderer more effectively than bedtime stories with supernatural creatures in them. The new wife in Arabian Nights did it. She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning.

The top was slit down showing a lot of cleavage and was clingy, showing off my big, stiff nipples. "If it's not prying too much, might I ask how you started this relationship with your husband." "Of course. I tend to read these naughty romances. Lately, I became interested in the type in which someone is enslaved and made to serve dominant men or women. My husband became intrigued by my fascination with these types of stories. He asked if I'd like to experience it for myself, and the rest is history, as they say." "So, your husband became your dominant, and you have to do as he says?"