Restless Bedtime Stories
2. Power Struggle
“I’m over here, Brad. , don’t look down.”
Michelle stood behind their queen-sized bed, naked except for a skimpy pair of panties, shimming her perky C cups.
Brad stood in the doorway, almost twenty long feet away from his wife, and kept his neck angled slightly up at the ceiling.
“I know what you’re up to, dear,” he said. “It won’t work.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you want to watch my pretty tits bounce a little? You’ve always liked ogling my pretty, perky titties.”
Brad had to fight it, but he forced his eyes to focus on Michelle’s face and above. Last time she pulled this on him, he lost himself in his wife’s mesmerizing breasts and spent a day lost in a booby-filled dreamland until he woke up to discover that “someone” had shaved his balls.
Brad wasn’t completely helpless, of course. After all, he was the one who had taught Michelle hypnosis to begin with.
“Not as much as you like it when I play with those nice titties of yours. Don’t you want me to pinch and tease your sensitive nipples? how that makes you feel?”
Michelle’s dark eyes drooped just a little as Brad held up his two index fingers and drew small opposing circles in the air. She watched his fingers transfixed, her brain helplessly imagining them dancing on her nipples.
“Watch my magic fingers…around and around…just like when they tease your nipples…makes you sleepy…makes you horny…watch my fingers…”
A vapid smile spread out on Michelle’s lips as she drifted along with the dance of Brad’s fingers. He took a few steps closer.
Shaking her head, Michelle blinked hard and then grabbed her heavy breasts, jiggling her beautiful boobs around in spirals, hefting her bust up only to let them fall and bounce against her chest. The motion grabbed Brad’s attention and his head drifted just a little farther down…farther down..
He snapped his head back up, like a driver fighting highway hypnosis.
“Oh, babe. You know you’re no match for me,” Michelle teased. “Just give in. Give in to my nice pretty tits. Drawing you in just like gravity…”
Brad’s body floated closer and closer. He had to stay in control or god knows what kind of humiliating position he’d wake up in. He took his thumb and made a gentle, rhythmic pinching motion with one of his hands.
“Feel my magic fingers on your nipple, Michelle,” he droned. He was only a few feet away, the tops of her bare breasts tantalizing his eyes. He swayed his hand in a lazy arc. Her head followed along.
“My magic fingers…pinching and teasing your nipples…waves of fun, happy feelings flooding your body…so nice to give in…just let your husband take control…”
Brad had made it. He was too close to his wife to see her hypnotic tits without looking down. All he had to do was keep her distracted for just a few more seconds.
Michelle continued to dance and swivel her hips and breasts, her eyes glued to her husband’s fingertips as he swayed them like a snake in front of her face.
“Your husband has magic fingers. They make you happy and sleepy. They make you horny and obedient.” He commanded, his eyes staring into hers.
“mmm…magic fingers…happy…sleepy…horny…obedieeent….” Brad gently pinched and twisted his wife’s left nipple. Michelle trailed off, her eyes closing down and her head slumping back with a happy smile.
Brad grinned and brought his other hand to toy with her right breast, swaying his entranced wife’s body back and forth, sending her deeper under his power. He eagerly considered all the wonderful naughty things he would do with her today. Make her clean the house naked, blow him as he watched internet porn, maybe he’d install some sneaky post-hypnotic triggers to give him the edge during their little hypno “battles.”
Brad felt his cock throb with confidence as he reveled in the idea of being on top for a change.
Then he glanced down, his mind evaporating at the sight of the two pretty, perky titties in his eager hands.