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Maid Wife
by StoryTeller07©

"Apart from that she wouldn't wear stockings and suspenders." Jim complained to Angus, a colleague in the office. It was one of a list of criticisms he voiced in complaint since she had phoned telling him she was leaving. The trip to the sub office was going well and Jim would soon be returning home, only to an empty apartment, which he wasn't looking forward to.

Angus had patiently half listened to the moaning while they worked. With a smile on his face he told Jim. "My wife wears what ever I want her to. Last year she went to a hypnotist to help give up smoking. To save him hypnotising her from scratch each session he used a phrase to put her into a hypnotic state. He calls it a password. I found it out and have been using it to add my own instructions." Feeling he had revealed too much of a personal, perhaps even sordid, tale he shut up to concentrate on preparing the report for Jim.

Jim felt the embarrassment creep upon them both. He didn't now the man well only arriving from head office a few days ago, yet they seemed to be getting on, but it occurred to him this might be a set-up. "Well it must be a disappointment that she wears them only under hypnosis, isn't it?" Jim asked, trying to sound casual. He might as well see where this was going and with a little encouragement Angus continued.

"It was, but I worked out something. I suggested she was itchy wearing tights and shouldn't wear them. After that worked I suggested she felt uncomfortable not wearing anything on her legs, so obviously, she started to wear stockings - those stay up ones, you know with elasticised tops. I suggested they might fall down leaving her embarrassed in a supermarket. To avoid the embarrassment she should hold them up with suspenders. After sometime repeating it all, she's now taken to wearing stockings and suspenders all the time." He boasted.

"That sounds very convenient, having a wife who panders to your whims. Well worth the trouble I'd say. Do you have more plans for her?" Looking a little sheepish Angus changed the direction of the conversation back to the company accounts.

"What you were telling me this morning sounds intriguing. Perhaps you could give me some hints for my next girlfriend. So I could get her to give in to some little whim or other." With a little encouragement Angus was soon sharing his experience and explained the mistake made in directing her too directly toward what he wanted to achieve.

"It's not so easy. You can't just tell her to do something she wouldn't normally do. You would have to build up to it with lots of little commands. It's tricky." They fell into silence for a while thinking their own private thoughts.

"What's the first step? How do I get her hypnotised to start it all off?" Jim asked. Angus was enthusiastic with the chance to share this new found game with someone so wrote down the number of the hypnotist.

"What if the next girlfriend doesn't smoke? How could I get her to go?"

Angus thought about this seriously although Jim was still sceptical about the whole idea so it didn't matter that much - he just played along. He merely wanted to find out what Angus had been up to since he was so enthusiastic about it.

"You could tell her someone at work had lost weight through hypnosis, pretend to get the number from one of the girls in the office. After all women always want to improve their figure. That's something I'm working on with Melody."

It was true Jane had always been on some diet; it was something he disliked about her, all those fad diets spoiling an evening out at a restaurant. He had to join her eating only carbohydrates or not eating them, avoiding fat as though it were a demon or subsisting on vegetables. "You could be on to something there Angus." He said.

Seeing Jim was taking it seriously he decided to make him an offer. "You could come round on Friday evening if you like and I'll show you how it's done." Angus offered.

Before Angus could take back the suggestion Jim agreed. "That would be great. Perhaps you could help with me out with the next girlfriend." He laughed, although this was an empty statement as there was no way he could possibly let Angus near a girlfriend of his. Not wishing to return home this seemed like an amusing diversion to what would have been a lonely weekend.

Next day was Friday and the end of the day had arrived after many conversations, which intrigued Jim to distraction. He was looking forward to this demonstration that Angus was just as eagerly planning.

***

Walking in to the house the first impression was of an ordinary, neat and tidy home, with nothing out of place. When Melody walked into the lounge it was she that looked out of place, significantly. In the conservatively fashioned home there stood a dream of womanhood that any man would lust over. Angus was around forty yet this woman looked a young thirty something. Long dark hair flowed over bare shoulders and under the fringe were long eyelashes, a pretty little nose and wide full lips.

What struck him most were the clothes. It was a French maids outfit, low cut with a very short hem. "Take his coat then bring us drinks." Angus ordered, without a please or thank you which would have earned any husband a rebuke before a guest or not. So perhaps Angus had achieved all that he had boasted about.

With his coat neatly folded over her arm Melody asked, "What would you like to drink, sir."

Still in a state of shock he moved his attention from the deep cleavage, struggling for an answer. "A beer please." He stammered. He was sure she gave a slight curtsey before disappearing with the coat.

"So what do you think? It's worth a little trouble setting things up to achieve such a co-operative wife. Don't you think?" Angus asked.

Jim noticed the gleam in his eye as though he were showing off a new sports car. "It's a great idea Angus." He said, while his mind spun around full of ideas of his own. "That's amazing. She doesn't behave as though she were in a trance yet I can see what you have achieved and I'm impressed." For the first time since their conversations he seriously thought of trying it out on a girlfriend.

When she walked back into the lounge with drinks their conversation stopped with Jim in mid sentence too embarrassed to continue.

"Here are your drinks gentlemen. For you, Sir, a beer. For you, Sir, a martini."

With a closer look he noticed the waist of the dress was pinched in tight giving her a devastating figure, exaggerating the breasts as well as exaggerating a pair of long legs. "There must be a damn tight corset under there." He thought. When she bent over him it looked as though the huge breasts were about to swing forward right out of the dress into his face. He was excited, intrigued and embarrassed all at the same time. His wife was in the room while Angus continued to discuss her though Jim felt unable to join in the conversation being too self-conscious.

"Let me see those suspenders. That's right lift the dress up. Higher." Angus ordered. Without the slightest hesitation at all she lifted the hem with both hands, showing them both a pair of tight black suspenders over pale white thighs, holding up a pair of sheer stockings.

Her legs were long and shapely he thought, but it was the glimpse of black panties that really caught his eye, which he tried to ignore out of a sense of decorum before Angus. At twenty-six Jim was the youngest area account manager, confident in the job, yet here he knew he was out of his depth feeling unsure of how to behave in this unusual situation.

***

As she served another round of drinks the phone rang. Jim was concentrating his attention on her movements around the room so missed the beginning of the conversation.

"I'll have to go. My mother is ill. I'm sorry about this. Damn. It's going to take too long to bring her round and I wanted to keep her like this for the whole weekend. It's an experiment, as I usually keep her under for only a couple of hours at a time. Look I won't be long, could you look after her for me until I get back." Angus asked.

Jim was a little overawed by the prospect of being left with the woman. She was no longer this man's wife but an overpowering image of a sexy maid, not a real person at all. He nodded absently.

While hurriedly donning his coat Angus added instructions as he thought of them. "If someone comes round send her upstairs out of the way and tell them I'll be back soon. Best not let them in if you can help it."

Jim nodded at each of the instructions feeling he should say something yet unable to make his mouth work, even when he managed to think of something to say. The circumstances were so overwhelming it left him tongue-tied. The door finally closed on his newfound friend and confidant. He felt strangely alone as though he were there with a mannequin.

Melody was busy refreshing the snacks emptying peanuts into a bowl and checking the glasses. Hearing her husband say he had to leave pitched her stomach into turmoil. She felt like shouting at him to stop, yet carried on as ordered acting as the maid. With an outward appearance of disinterest over what her master did she sashayed back to the kitchen for another beer. Inside hot fury welled up where she wanted to shout at him, "What the hell do you think you are doing leaving me with this young man." Yet she couldn't say a word of protest.

It was bad enough he had introduced a stranger into their home, leaving him here was an outrage. Melody had tolerated Angus' little games knowing it would please him and relieve her of making an effort. This was just too much to tolerate.

After another drink had been politely delivered and only five minutes had passed he asked her rather timidly, "Would you do anything I ordered?"

To the hesitant question came an immediate and brief answer. "No." The answer was impassive not what should have been an imperious rebuff.

From somewhere inside his head came the question. "Why?"

A moment's hesitation brought forth an explanation. "You have not given me the password." She said, again in a matter of fact way as though discussing the weather. It was only a slight relief to say this for she still felt humiliated to be serving this young man in her own home dressed like a tart.

After asking some innocuous questions, something occurred to him, so he asked, "You have brought me drinks and are talking to me, though I haven't given you a password. How so?"

She told him, "My master has ordered me to bring you food and drinks as you want. I have been ordered to speak normally in the house in case someone visits unexpectedly. It is a general command to talk to anyone normally just in case our game is interrupted." She said then abruptly turned on a high heel making her way back to the kitchen.

"Well at least you haven't been ordered not to answer questions." He thought. He held his breath in anticipation of the next answer. Careful not to make it an order he asked, "What is the password." Jim watched intently expecting there had been a command to block the answer to this vital question. Seeing the hesitation confirmed this was so.

Melody wavered in fear seeking a way to avoid the answer, and then replied, "No smoking in the gallery." On hearing herself betrayed by her own lips the anger melted leaving fear. A moment ago she had been protected from direct orders only to be left so very vulnerable to embarrassment, or worse. She was sure there were limits to how far he could push her but small little naughty things could be so dreadfully humiliating.

Hesitantly he repeated the password.

The reply was involuntary yet immediate after so long practising the game, "I am awaiting your order, Master."

Nothing had changed in the room as she stood as before quit still, serenely patient. Only his whole perspective of the lounge and everything in it, including her, had changed dramatically. It seemed he was now her master with all that she had to offer placed at his disposal. He wondered what he had time for and what he should have her do first.

"Show me your suspenders. Lift the dress higher. Up around your waist." He directed. He could feel himself licking his lips on having such a better view of those delectable black panties from when Angus had been there. "Turn around to face the television. Bend over." He ordered.

"I knew it." She thought. Bending over was such a small thing to do yet dressed in the silly short dress made it so demeaning and even worse knowing she couldn't resist the instruction. Feeling the silk panties pull tight around her bottom, between her cheeks, was perfectly all right before Angus yet here it was so very terrible. It wasn't just having her head down that brought the blood pounding to her face.

His breathing had become ragged as he watched the silk panties fold tightly between her cheeks. Drawn toward her he dropped to his knees. "Can I touch your bottom?" He asked in a whisper.

With eyes tight shut she tried to block out what was happening hoping it would soon be over. It was a shock to hear him speak so close behind her. Without a thought she responded automatically. "You may do anything you want with me, master." She said.

A shiver went through her body hoping this wasn't true, surely not, it couldn't be. How long would it before Angus returned? What would the young pest do with her? If only she had listened more to that conversation on the phone she might have realised Angus was leaving the house, leaving her helpless. She might have managed some protest or tried something to prevent this awful situation. She had been too long playing his games until now the subservient role was so very strong it was difficult to resist.

His hands had already begun to pull the panties away from a pair of soft cheeks he found hiding there. Her crotch was inches from his face, which was demanding a lot more attention than he was giving it. He found her swaying a little, backwards and forwards. She had been taught to be an attentive servant to a master, obviously without specific direction that it should be Angus and only him. It was more than likely she had been continuously and repetitiously commanded to obey a master and now he was that master. For how long though, when would her husband get back to the rescue?

With small movements she was swaying toward him as though tempting him with her sex. Swaying before his nose was her crotch, shaved clean to perfection, which was another of the services performed for her master. It didn't make it any easier that this young tormentor was so handsome.

He held back telling himself this was a colleagues wife he had just pulled the panties from. More concerned with what would happen if he were caught, in the throws of passion on their lounge carpet, he pulled himself back to the armchair. He had to calm down and think.

The telephone rang. He jumped in surprise. Turning in the chair he picked up the phone and murmured, "Jim, hello." Still in a dream state he listened to Angus.

"I'm sorry Jim, can you stay on a little longer. I'm at the hospital. I might be here some time."

He looked at Angus' wife, bent double, with a pair of black panties around her ankles. Her luscious cheeks were framed perfectly by stockings and suspenders. A pair of tumescent lips protruding between the thighs glistened with wetness. He cleared his throat. "Sure, no problem. How long do you think you'll be?"

Jim gently replaced the phone with a shaking hand. Angus had told him he would be at the hospital for some time and why, though Jim had only heard he was to look after Melody. Perhaps Angus didn't realise how deeply she had been hypnotised or was relying on the password protecting her from Jim giving direct commands. After all she had never been left with someone else or even been in the presence of someone while hypnotised.

Melody heard Jim talking to her husband on the phone wanting to shout for help, wishing for him to speed back to her rescue. Why had she been left like this at a stranger's mercy? If it were a game it was devilishly cruel. He hadn't actually touched her nonetheless she had never been so humiliated, bending over displaying her body so rudely. In her own lounge she had been put into this degrading situation with a complete stranger. Anger left her shaking.

Jim couldn't keep his eyes off the delicious sight before him. The little black dress was up around her waist. The suspender straps curved around white cheeks clasping tight the seamed stockings. Her delectable arse was perfectly framed. Little involuntary movements of her legs thrust the lips between tightly clasped thighs as though her pussy were winking at him.

The enticing sight of her rear brought him close like a snake being charmed across the room by the swaying of her hips.

Hearing him move up close transformed the anger in an instant to fright, 'No! Stop.' She wanted to scream only the words wouldn't sound.

"I want to kiss you." He said.

It took a moment for the words to reach into a mind reeling from fear. 'No. Just let me go.' She thought. Involuntary words left her lips as programmed. "Yes, master." A fleeting moment of relief lifted her spirits at the thought of being able to move from this shameful position. Kissing him would be preferable to what she thought was about to happen while bent over with her panties around her ankles.

Feeling his breath upon her bottom she froze in fright. Again she wanted to cry out. His lips touched hers. Her hazel eyes opened wide in dread. It wasn't her mouth he was kissing he was doing it to her down there. Clasping her legs together was no good her lips were protruding between them. A shiver quaked her belly. An anguished groan escaped her pursed mouth on feeling a tongue brush between those lips.

'No! Please leave me alone.' Melody whimpered, only the sound was a shuddering out rush of breath. Realising she had pushed herself against him brought on a distraught whimpering. Feeling his tongue enter brought with it a need for more. The whimper changed to a yearning moan. When he sucked her pussy into his mouth she moaned in pure pleasure all thoughts of resistance washed away on a tide of desire.

In one last desperate attempt she yelled with her mouth wide, 'Stop. Please stop.' Only the words were merely a guttural sound from her belly. Trying not to give in to her body the gyration of her hips was more a pulling away than the forward push it pleaded for.

"I want to fuck you." He said. The words vibrated against her bud sending a shiver through her tummy, tingling her nipples. "Yes, master. Oh! Yes master. Yes please!" She moaned, at last giving way. Only a distant fading part of her mind remained to cry in despair.

Devouring great gulps of air he rose up in one powerful motion to lunge into her. Lifting her onto tip toe with the momentum of the thrust he held her there a moment. Lowering her whole body with his penis he felt her grip tightly not wanting to lose the feeling of fullness. Instinct taking over his body he began to piston his hips with her taking up the rhythm.

Like a machine over wound they desperately moved as one, breathed as one, cried out together in magnificent heaving breaths of sound. "I'm coming. Come." He shuddered, gripping her breasts forcefully.

She needed no order to obey. The ultimate thrust filled her body sending quaking lava heat out from her sex washing through every nerve. Outside was a stiff unmoving thing while inside was awash with fire. The grip upon her breasts hurt wonderfully.

Not wanting the wonderment to end she gripped his deflating penis until with a feeling of loss it slipped from her. She flopped upon the floor in an untidy heap upon him. Wanting to push him away, to run away, and the need to hold him equally charged her mind with emotion.

Jim wrapped his arms around her. Brushing her hair to one side he kissed her forehead. "You had better go upstairs and shower. Go to bed and sleep." He told her.

Reluctantly Melody dragged her feet up the stairs away from her lover but there was no choice she was impelled to obey. She wanted to stay with him clinging on to the warmth of the afterglow of the most satisfying orgasm ever experienced. Guilt swept over her at the thought and the realisation she had wanted him. It was easy to understand. He was young and handsome and it had been so naughty, such an illicit affair.

Without thought she entered the guest bathroom, unconsciously refraining from using the on suite. Not wanting to enter their bedroom after being used like that, it wouldn't be right, while glowing from a marvellous orgasm with a stranger. Why hadn't he thought to command her to forget, it would have made things so much easier? Then again it had been an experience to remember. Frightening yet so very much a pleasure.

Jim listened to the sounds of a shower eventually followed by the muffled patter of feet on soft carpet, the closing of a door brought silence to the house. Still on edge he waited the return of her husband. Angus didn't look the aggressive type but he had just taken his wife, what if he found out. They weren't really friends as such but at the very least it would cause a scene and how could they work together after this?

Even the street noises had ceased in the early hours of the morning. Jim was on edge. Startled by the sound of a car pull up in the drive he jumped out of the armchair. Grabbing a book from a shelf he settled back down attempting to look comfortable and casual as though nothing had happened.

"Hi, Jim. Thanks for holding the fort. Do you want a drink I could use one. I didn't know you were interested in trains?" Angus said over his shoulder.

Jim looked at the book in his hands. The illustrations of steam locomotives obviously upside down, fortunately the plain red cover hadn't revealed the mistake. Slamming it closed he walked into the kitchen attempting to sound nonchalant. "She's upstairs asleep. I hope that's alright."

"Oh. Yea. Thanks. Mother is sleeping too." Angus voice didn't betray his feelings, sounding light hearted as though returning an off hand remark.

Jim caught a glimpse of tears in his eyes as Angus turned quickly to the kitchen counter. When handing over the glass they had been wiped away. "Mmm. Nice Scotch. So what happened?"

"Mother is dead. That's it. She went peacefully. Didn't know what was happening. Thanks for looking after things Jim. Could you tell them in the office I won't be in. Monday."

Jim made the usual commiserations glad that Angus was keeping his emotions to himself and quickly left. It was a fraught drive home trying to remember the way still not used to the hire car. He wanted to speed back to the sanctuary of the hotel room yet managed to keep within the law. Had he broken the law back there?

*** Next morning she wondered where her lover was, what he was doing. It would have to be a naughty one off, it could never happen again. She had only allowed her husband to carry on with the silly hypnosis thing to keep him happy. At least he paid her more attention than his hobby even if the sex had been a little one sided. Now it would have to stop. He didn't have to know about what happened last night but somehow she would have to tell him it couldn't go on, just in case. What if someone else, some stranger took her like that? It was too terrible to think about.

Still not having worked out how to broche the subject of hypnosis with him she served breakfast. He seemed more distracted than usual and she became afraid he had found out. When he told her his mother had died in the night the weekend became a torture of unbearable guilt. He was still unaware that she knew about the hypnosis so she kept quiet, giving him space. Fortunately he kept to his room intent on the hobby, reading and planning trips that never happened, as he often did. It was his way of dealing with emotional issues and it seemed to work for him.

***

Judy looked after personnel, security and a multitude of other office tasks in the branch office. She made some clicking noises with her tongue then asked. "I knew she was ill as he had time off recently but not that ill. Any idea when the funeral will be?"

Jim figured all she was interested in was when he would return to the office. "I'll phone him later. In the meantime I need to complete the reports. I need his password." He told her. The word password had taken on a new secret meaning but he managed to say it without cringing.

The morning was spent immersed in figures where he escaped from dwelling on the betrayal of a colleagues trust. Inevitably he couldn't resist looking at some personal documents and there he found the password. He had already found that out but above it was another phrase, obviously the one that put her into a trance. There was nothing else, no explanation of what it referred to so if anyone came across the document it would be meaningless. Still, it was pretty useless even to him as there wouldn't be an opportunity to use it even if he wanted to.

***

"Hello Angus how are things?" Jim asked.

Judy nodded at a chair meaning for him to sit. It felt crowded in the small office and he was nervous in Angus presence having not seen him since that Friday night over a week ago.

"Angus has just come in to hand his notice in. Under the circumstances I think it's reasonable he doesn't have to work a months notice. Could you fill in until we get a replacement? Sorry to land you in it like this but, well, you know." Judy shrugged her shoulders attempting an appealing expression instead ended up looking pathetic.

"Sure. Anything to help." Jim replied, looking instead at Angus. The gut seemed OK but why was he doing this, had he found out? "Have you cleared it with head office? I've already overstayed the couple of weeks originally arranged."

"I thought I would run it by you first." Judy said, attempting now to sound and look helpful.

'You damn well know what your doing. How can I say no in front of Angus.' He thought.

Angus smiled. "I'm sorry about this Jim. I'll spend a few hours with you, filling you in. I'm sure you can handle it."

Back at the desk they sat close, hunched over the computer screen. "This is all a bit sudden Angus, are you sure?"

Angus interrupted. "I've been through all that with Judy. I've made up my mind. If I don't escape now I never will. There's nothing stopping me now mother's gone. It reminded me how short life is. We work, retire a few years then die. Sorry! I'm OK. I'm going to live life the way I want, do what I want. I've made plans to travel for so long then just torn them up, not this time."

"What did your wife say?" Jim asked quietly, not wanting to use her name in case it exposed his feelings.

"Not much. I was surprised. Perhaps she doesn't believe it. Anyway, I'll pack when I get free of this place, she'll believe it then. The mortgage is paid up, she has her inheritance to live on, and she'll be OK."

"Where will you go?"

"Canada first. By train through the Rockies then down through the states to South America, as far as the rails take me. Right down to the tip of Argentina. After that Europe, then there's the trans Siberian railway, right across to China. Melody won't go of course she'd be bored out of her mind." His eyes glowed with the idea of freedom, of the immensity of the plans he had pored over for years.

"That's really something." Jim responded hardly knowing what to say. It would be his idea of hell but then a weekend Jazz festival would probably leave Angus feeling the same way.

"Come over for dinner before I go. I need to thank you for, well, taking care of all this." Angus laughed with a wave of his hand taking in the office.

Arriving at his work mates' home Jim wondered if he should just keep on driving past but somehow managed to walk to the door and ring the bell.

"Hi Jim, glad you could make it." The large man shook his hand in a warm grip obviously unaware that Jim had taken his wife a few days ago.

One hurdle was over but what would it be like meeting Melody again.

"Hello Jim. It's nice to meet you after all the good things my husband has said about you. He is so pleased with you taking over the office on such short notice, he can get away that much sooner." Melody laughed, hiding the embarrassment behind a smile. It was unnerving talking to this young man who had taken her in her own home, like a secret affair it had to be kept confidential. She had to pretend not to know anything about it herself and having to act as though it never happened was a strain.

Despite the naughty secret she was happy not having been hypnotised for the last two weeks. When Angus started his travels she would be left in peace, without the worry of telling her husband that she knew what he had been doing to her the last two years. The problem of telling him had only arisen with the fear that a stranger might take advantage of her as Jim had.

Jim thought Melody looked radiant. Obviously dressed and decorated without a man's influence she looked more attractive than when he had seen her last. How that could be possible Jim couldn't work out, the subtle female differences were beyond him. Perhaps it was the smile that shone from an inner contentment or maybe it was that he knew she wore stockings under that captivating dress. No cleavage was revealed and it was long yet more alluring.

As they sat with an aperitif Jim looked around the ordinary room hardly able to believe anything unusual had happened in that very lounge two weeks ago. Trying to put it out of his mind he concentrated on making small talk.

"So when are you off Angus?" He asked.

"Tomorrow morning. I have a flight to Canada then a local train to Vancouver to pick up the Rockies Special."

"Don't get him started on all that. I thought he was going to take me with him only I'm pleased to say it's to be a solitary adventure. Excuse me but I need to see to dinner. Just don't bore the young man, try to think of something else for a change." Melody teased her husband on the way out of the door.

"Didn't she mind you going?" Jim asked.

"No. Not at all! She seemed relieved, not just from avoiding a boring trip on trains for a couple of months. She seemed to be glad to see me gone. I guess we've been married long enough to need some space. How are you set up here in town, still in that crummy motel room? Well, why don't you move in here until you find an apartment? It would make me feel better if you were keeping an eye on the place and looking out for Melody. This neighbourhood looks nice but you never know who's wondering around." Angus suggested.

Jim protested but before he could get really going on a list of excuses Melody called them into the dinning room.

Melody choked on a potato when Angus mentioned his idea; quickly recovering she scolded her husband. "I'm sure Jim would rather have his own space. It's just the thought of you paying out for a hotel room that's inspired this idea. Angus doesn't like to spend money needlessly."

"She's a good cook, there's plenty of room here and it's a good security measure." Angus looked mindfully at Jim, with a slight frown. "He's not involved with anyone and will be too busy for late nights out with the boys, besides the guys in the office are too old or too married to be much fun. You could still claim your motel room on expenses from head office." Angus winked at Jim. It seemed he wouldn't take no for an answer.

After dinner the two men sipped port in the lounge mellowing. "Jim. If you were here you could keep an eye on her for me. Just in case the hypnosis causes a problem. I don't think it will, but, in an emergency there needs to be someone here to look out for her. Just say yes."

Jim thought about it and the idea began to grow on him. "Alright, I'll see how it goes." He could always move out while Angus was away and felt sure Melody wouldn't object when he did.

Melody was worried by the idea of Jim moving in not just because she was looking forward to having her own space. So far she hadn't thought what to do with so-called free time and what was space anyway. Although Jim knew the password he couldn't use it until she was hypnotised and no one but Angus knew the phrase to put her under. It meant she was safe yet there was a pleasant awareness of a little danger agreeing to him staying.

***

Next morning Jim carried a suitcase into the house, containing the meagre possessions brought to town. Everything from the apartment at home was in storage. He'd made that arrangement over the phone since learning he was to stay at the branch office. So what now? Melody seemed a little distant, slightly nervous about a stranger invading her home. He was travelling light so it would be easy to back out of the arrangement and find another motel room

"What have you done to your neck?" He asked.

"Oh! I must have slept awkwardly. Would you like a coffee?" She asked, meaning to escape to the kitchen out of his way. She knew it was from tension; the awkwardness of having Jim in the house. Somehow she was going to manoeuvre him out or perhaps arrange a vacation for herself, somewhere warm and relaxing with attentive staff.

He followed her not feeling comfortable just plonking himself down in the lounge waiting to be served. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Can I help?"

Hearing his voice sp close behind her she dropped a cup into the sink. 'I must be more on edge than I realised.' She thought.

Deciding to make her feel more at ease Jim whispered the phrase into her ear. He watched her straighten with both arms at her sides, a neutral expression upon her face. She seemed to be waiting for something and it wasn't a train.

Melody inwardly gasped. 'No! How did he find that out?' She was suddenly so terribly vulnerable in a too familiar hypnotic trance. 'What will he do to me?' She dare not imagine. This state had been deepened over months of practice with her husband until it had become irresistible. At the moment he couldn't command her to do anything but she was powerless to run away and hide from him. What made it so galling was that she had inadvertently revealed the password that would enable him to order her about. She was powerless to prevent him saying it. All he had to do now was say the password and she would be completely under his control.

Jim spoke the password and contemplated on what to do next. "Sit on that chair. Try to relax."

Melody was surprised for this wasn't expected at all. She was still wearing clothes, which was some small comfort. As ordered she tried to relax with his hands massaging her neck. They drifted around her shoulders gripping stiff muscles easing them. The inner tension was melting away too.

"You will be relaxed around me." Jim ordered her. He thought for a moment trying to get the words right. "You will enjoy having me here and will be happy to share your home with me." He emphasised the words you and me. "Even when not hypnotised you will be pleased to see me and want me to be here. When I bring you round you will remember the massaging and not be surprised at it happening and look forward to another massage."

Jim stepped back from her and uttered another phrase to bring her round.

Melody twisted her neck slowly back and forth. "Wow! You have a magic touch. I feel so relaxed and my neck feels just great." She remembered everything as usual as her husband had neglected to tell her to forget these hypnotic episodes assuming she wouldn't remember. Still, she did feel calm and the ache was gone. Perhaps he wasn't going to take advantage of her; after all she was older than him, too old, not attractive to a young man. Despite knowing it was the influence of a hypnotic order she felt relaxed and this was a good start to his moving in. The start of what exactly would have to be discovered.

"I had better make that coffee." She smiled. "Just take your things upstairs. I've made the bed and cleared the room. Just let me know if you need anything."

In the lounge she relaxed with a mug of white coffee, no sugar, like his. "Tell me about yourself, I don't know you at all." They talked finding little in common yet plenty to laugh about. He volunteered to take care of the garden but a gardener came in once a week and the house was well decorated and maintained.

"You can look after me then." She said, flushing with embarrassment at the look of amusement he returned.

"Well I can do that for sure. Do you have plans for this evening?" He said.

A little thrill coursed through her body at the thought of what he was hinting at. It was no surprise that her thoughts turned to that naughty evening and her eyes turned to the spot where she had been bent over displaying herself so wantonly. "Not really. I've got to get used to having all my time to myself." She said hesitantly.

He uttered the phrase once more watching her rise from the armchair to stand vacantly before him. Without hesitation he spoke the password. "Now let's get you changed into something more comfortable. You look good in those jeans and tee shirt but much better in a dress. Or perhaps it's what you wear underneath that is so alluring."

She followed him upstairs in a state of excitement no longer able to feel afraid of him. It was disconcerting to know he had ordered her to feel relaxed and happy to be in his company but there was nothing she could do about that, or anything else.

'Damn!' She thought, 'he's going through my wardrobe.' It would have given her at least some leeway if he had just told her to wear a dress whereas now he was going to find the naughty outfits Angus had bought for her.

"Well that's sexy. That's the maid's outfit you wore the first time I was here. What's this then? You have a collection of corsets hidden away at the back." Soon the bed was filled with discarded garments. "You can try these on while I decide which is best. Now this is interesting. Three draws of underwear. Start with this and select the appropriate underwear." He said, holding up a skimpy dress.

Stripping off the sensible clothes she felt so very vulnerable and embarrassed. It wouldn't have been so bad wearing something, even the old unmatched bra and panties would have been better than nothing. His eyes on her body as she bent over the draws rummaging through for something reasonable to wear underneath left her feeling humiliated.

She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to hide at least something from his gaze.

"No that's far too dreary. Find something racy, exciting."

A red half cup bra with matching thong came to hand as though by magic and before she could bury it in the pile he told her it was perfect. Trying to remain calm and maintain some dignity she dressed only to feel it was a strip tease in reverse. The look in his eyes told her plainly he liked what he saw. It was as though she had just gift wrapped her body as a present for him until he was ready to strip off the packaging and play with it. Every scything movement of stocking clad thighs, every bounce of her breasts in the little bra seemed to emphasise the feeling of being his toy. The indignity was all the more shaming on becoming excited and ready for him to use her.

In the dinning room she served lunch waiting on him as she had that first evening. The compliments on her cooking were thoughtful but it was the light touches to her thighs and bottom that were captivating her attention. It was impossible not to become excited and wanting more.

"You had better call me, Sir. While we are alone of course, otherwise carry on calling me Jim. If anyone calls just behave normally as though you weren't hypnotised but remember to obey me."

"Yes Sir." She answered demurely. The significance of his words flooded her with alarm. He obviously intended to keep her hypnotised for some time. Angus had never gotten around to keeping her like this for a whole day, just a couple of hours playing around in the evening. The mention of someone calling while so helpless was frightening. Up until then she had been excited at what he might do with her not thinking it through at all. It was stupid to be in this vulnerable position where a young man was in complete control of her in her own home.

The touch of his hand on a near bare bottom, gently stroking it, calmed her. The sensuousness of it drove away the fretful thoughts. The little thong could so easily be pushed aside and it became a frustrating tease that he didn't.

It was driving her mad being kept in a state of arousal all day. When was he going to finish what he had started? Every time she caught sight of herself in the filmy little dress it brought a thrill. Bending over to show off the thong or bending over him revealing a deep cleavage was so naughty it was making her wet.

When close he would reach out and pet her, stroking her sensitized flesh with light fingertip brushes. A nipple accidentally slipped out for him to pinch then smoothly caress the breast back in leaving her pulse pounding. When he cupped her sex in one hand she nearly came but that was all she managed; to come so close yet never reach a climax was almost painful.

"Put these on I found them in your wardrobe." He told her.

The high heels were slipped over stocking clad feet and as she did he purposefully separated her legs to examine her. He could feel how wet she was and that mortified her.

"Tell me how you feel, right here." He asked cupping her between the legs.

She squirmed at the lewd suggestion knowing she had to answer however intimate and revealing it would be. "Wet, Sir."

"That's avoiding the issue. What do you want right here?" He demanded.

The words fluttered from her lips before she could think of a less damning reply. "I want you, Sir. I want to come. Please Sir, let me come. Make me come. Let me have your cock in there." Ashamed at revealing such private thoughts, as well as the lurid words she used to express them, she looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

Jim studied her thinking she was either a submissive by nature or had been brought to this state after so long being dominated under hypnosis. Well it didn't mater much either way. He was going to give her what she wanted eventually. He wanted her right there on the floor in the kitchen, right now. He took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"Follow me." He commanded.

Eagerly she trotted after him on high heels into the hall. He steadied her climb of the stairs with a hand to her bottom. Without being told she led the way into the bedroom. "Crawl onto the bed on hands and knees." He ordered.

On his back he slipped between her legs looking up at her sex. Pulling the thong to one side he kissed her gently then sucked. It felt as though he was pulling her inside out. Her legs trembled. He moved on up the bed to pull the dress down uncovering a nipple, which he grasped between his teeth. When he licked the other she almost cried with anticipation until he sucked it into his mouth. She twisted her hips luxuriating in the feelings trembling through her breasts and chest. He moved upward to look into her eyes. Her focus was lost with tears of pleasure blurring everything. He nibbled upon her lips reminding her of what he had done between her legs, re-igniting the sensations.

"Sit up. Lower yourself onto me." He casually told her.

So deep was the longing she wouldn't have needed to be hypnotised for there was no way to resist her body demanding attention. It demanded satisfaction and on contact with his hardness all strength seemed to give way. She fell upon him burying it deep inside her body feeling all of it, feeling it expanding to fill her right up. He arched his back strongly lifting her to reach so much further she thought it was filling her belly.

"Move up and down. You know what to do." He encouraged.

She didn't know what to do from experience, having never tried anything but a missionary position but all she knew was that she wanted his cock inside her. She pushed with her legs lifting her sex to the head of his penis then let her weight drop upon it once more only this time it reached deeper. The movements became faster and more frantic.

A gust of breath left her throat with a sound of a wailing wolf. It was so tight and deep within her body she felt every juddering movement as he came. She responded with a whimper for at last she too was coming. Exploding with a star burst of nerves tingling outward from her sex the orgasm was all consuming. Down both legs ripples of lightning scorched taught nerves, over her stomach ripples of heat throbbed. Her chest heaved once then her whole body tensed. His slightest quiver sending sensations that seemed too powerful to be withstood, her whole mind telling her to freeze, don't move, hold on to it.

She clenched her thighs, learning to tighten inner muscles too, attempting to hold on to his retreating form. She didn't need more, she just needed to feel him inside; she craved for it there. Collapsing onto his chest she felt him clasp her body tightening the two into one.

They fell asleep as one until she opened her eyes to see he too was coming round. She lay there not wanting to move not wanting to be free of his arms.

"Let's shower." He murmured.

Together they soaped their bodies with soft suds cleaning the sweat of the intense activity away.

He was hungry and she was eager to please. No longer conscious of the brief outfit, nor bothered by the loss of underwear, she wantonly nuzzled against him whenever a hand closed upon her. The evening was spent this way in the dining room then in the lounge where she kneeled at his feet contentedly awaiting his command.

That night she enjoyed his wanting her and his need matched hers in return. Less frantic yet as satisfying they made love.

Sunday arrived with the joy of knowing he was there. He dressed her in a more flowing feminine dress, still without underwear except suspenders and stockings yet she was pleased for her body to be available to his slightest whim. It was a lazy day with them content to merely be together. Working on chores around the house brought the feeling that she wanted to be back beside him letting him tease her body.

In the afternoon she was working through each room in the house collecting wastebaskets ending up in the garden emptying them into a bin.

"Hi! How are you getting on without Angus?" A neighbour asked, leaning over the fence.

She smiled, startled from a reverie, not knowing what to say. "I'll push the rubbish-bin into the street for you. It's collection day Monday, tomorrow." He said, as though she might have forgotten.

Ordered to behave normally she did just that within the limits of being hypnotised. "Thanks Howard but Angus has arranged everything as usual. He arranged for someone to stay, to take care of things. Jim will move it out later." She said noticing he was looking at her with a curious look upon his face.

With the sun shining low her shadow was cast upon the fence as a silhouette of her body. The sun was shining right through the thin summer dress and she inwardly cringed. He was sure to see the suspender belt and she had been standing with her legs apart balancing the wastebasket ready to tip it. Without panties or bra the dress was nothing more than a thin veil over her naked body. It wasn't the cool afternoon air that had her nipples standing to attention it was the constant stimulation.

He kept her talking, or rather listening, while his eyes roved from between her legs to her breasts and back. She couldn't move. So used to being ordered by another she waited for him to let her go. As much as she wanted to she just couldn't take the initiative. The voice of his wife crashed over the fence and as though caught stealing apples he scurried off with a hasty farewell. Relieved at escaping the embarrassing situation she escaped back to the kitchen and smiled a little impish grin.

"I was thinking of those outfits at the back of your wardrobe. We'll try them out and see which one is the sexiest." Jim told her.

The smile on his face was so wonderful she eagerly rushed up the stairs. Stripping off she stood naked in the bedroom while he delved in among the clothes. A glint of light attracted her attention to the mirror. In one corner she caught the movement again. She couldn't see anyone but could see a neighbours' window. Howard was spying on her from the house next door. Had he seen her stripping off? She had closed the blinds to the window looking out over the front lawn but had been ordered to get undressed before reaching that small window. If he had a pair of binoculars he would be able to see everything.

She groaned inwardly, unable to say anything to warn Jim or move away from the window or the mirror. From behind her neighbour had a clear view of her bottom and everything else in the mirror. Melody hoped Jim would hurry up with some clothes. She felt so vulnerable being helpless and naked before that awful man.

"Climb on the bed, on all fours." Jim told her. Though feeling humiliated there was no choice but kneel on the bed looking out through the window now seeing for sure he was there. He watched as her body was being worked upon, as thoroughly as yesterday, with less effect now as she was being watched. She couldn't look away from the binoculars that were clearly in sight watching everything. He was watching her move up and down with her breasts bouncing in a steady rhythm. At some point she ceased to see anything, her eyes tight shut, as she came. Again it was a tremendous expansion of sensations coursing through her body bringing her to collapse upon her young lover.

There was no escaping what happened even as she descended the stairs her thoughts were in overdrive. It was clear in her mind, Howard had watched her undress then watched her dress and everything in between, her secrets all revealed. What was she to do? Events were piling up getting out of control but of course they already were way beyond her control.

She had freely let her husband hypnotise her over the months until it had taken a firm hold of her mind. But then she hadn't foreseen how it could turn into this dangerous torrid game, a game where she was just a pawn. Being hypnotised for a whole weekend was tying the already strong knot so much tighter about her mind she wondered how much resistance there was left. Melody wasn't even sure how much she enjoyed being the young mans plaything and how much it was a command that she must enjoy it.

Her mind was in turmoil as she went through the usual routine of preparing a meal in the kitchen. What must her neighbour think of their antics in the bedroom? She would have to wait and see what happened. At least tomorrow Jim would leave for the office leaving her free to untangle this web she had helped create for herself, if that were possible. She would have to try, try something.

The doorbell rang. Melody wiped her hands on a towel and padded on bare feet from the kitchen. With her mind still in turmoil over what had happened at the weekend she answered the door. The next-door neighbour, Howard, was standing there. In a flash her mind cleared to the present.

This lecherous neighbour had watched her make love to Jim from his house next door. Jim hadn't thought to close the curtains and being hypnotised she hadn't been able to. She had simply carried out his instructions although if she was honest she had been too excited to think straight anyway.

The memory of discovering Howard watching her, unable to do anything about it, brought back the feelings of guilt and shame. He had watched her undress and mount her young lover until an orgasm overwhelmed her. Any chance that he hadn't really seen the lewd show was destroyed now he had taken the trouble to make this rare visit.

It was no coincidence that Jim had just left for the office, so now what did he want? Although Melody was still hypnotised Jim had left instructions that she was to act normal if anyone called. This was some small relief. The hypnotic state had grown gradually stronger over the past two years and being under its influence for a whole weekend had tightened its powerful control.

"Hello Melody. How are you?" He asked. She made the mistake of standing back form the door, which allowed him to walk in. "Have you heard from Angus. Is he enjoying his trip?"

"He will phone today sometime." She replied, while attempting to figure out how to get rid of him.

"I wondered if there was something I could do to help while he was away." He said.

"I don't think so." She said. Her voice sounded calm not revealing how flustered she was. She followed him down the hall into the kitchen.

"You don't look too good. I expect your missing him. Sit down and I'll make a cup of coffee. We can have a chat, catch up on what's being going on." He told her.

She perched on a stool in the kitchen. It dawned on her that she had obeyed his instruction to sit down so she really did need to get rid of him somehow. In fear she wondered what he had in mind. He might inadvertently order her around and discover how vulnerable she was.

"I noticed you had a visitor. Is he staying with you for long?"

"Yes he's looking after me until Angus gets back." Embarrassed at what the words really meant she looked down at her lap then quickly looked up at Howard. He was licking his lips staring at the sight of stocking tops and suspenders where the little dress had ridden up.

"Does Angus know how well you too are getting on?" He asked.

That was unmistakably a reference to what he had spied from his window. Without a thought she replied. "No." She had no choice but to answer. The instruction to act normal was simply that, an act. It didn't seem to have much depth so she was definitely in trouble.

Howard was around fifty-five but not passed it. What would he do with this sordid piece of information? Little did he know blackmail wasn't necessary for he could simply order her to obey. What little perversions this older man might have she shuddered to think about.

Placing the coffee cup beside her on the breakfast counter left him standing too close for comfort.

"There's no need to tell him. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement to avoid any unpleasantness." He said. His hand rested lightly upon her knee. When she neglected to resist the hand slid up to a suspender belt caressing her thigh. "I thought you might see it my way. Do as I say and no one need know of your secret fling." He sighed.

Melody shuddered in anguish at his words for he had just ordered her to do as he said. He was standing close before her parting her thighs and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt his sweaty palms rub her unprotected thighs with fingertips nudging the skimpy panties.

He leaned forward to lick her cleavage giving her a close up of his bald patch. She tried to switch off, to think of something else, to let him just get on with it. With a gasp of relief she felt him move away from her. Opening her eyes it was a relief to see he wasn't unzipping his trousers. Perhaps he was passed it after all.

"Was that a little gasp of pleasure my dear?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer. She wondered if it would have made any difference if she had told him the truth. That she was disgusted at his touch. That she was relieved to think he had finished with her.

"Stand up. Bend over the table." He told her.

In despair she obeyed.

"Pull up your dress. Such a beautiful bottom so well framed by those stockings and suspenders. A peach my dear. You are right not hide it in a pair of knickers. A thong is just perfect. Squeeze your thighs together." He sighed in satisfaction.

Melody wondered if looking would be enough. His breathing indicated a heart attack and she hoped for it. Her humiliation was complete on feeling her lips protrude between her thighs knowing the view he had of them. The tiny panties merely cupped her pussy lips in white cotton.

"Such a delightful image Mrs Angus McArthur."

She squirmed at being reminded of her position.

"That is an enticing wiggle you have there. I could watch it all day but there just isn't the time. Pull down the thong. You can wiggle that delightful bottom for me again. Keep it going, dear."

She thought he was simply watching the squirming of her lips as they rolled between her thighs but she was mistaken. She felt something cold against her bottom. Fear of the unknown halted the shameful movements. He was rubbing it between the cheeks of her bottom then down over her pussy warming it. Pushing it into her pussy shaped it as it softened from her body heat.

The slab of hard cooking fat straight from the fridge had startled her but now it was shaped into a cylinder. He eased into her bottom. The slippery substance was resisted but nevertheless intruded into her. "Don't resist it. It will help make it easier for you. I don't intend to share your pussy with that young man." He told her.

For a moment she thought he wasn't going to take her but then it struck like a slap what he meant. He wasn't going to take her pussy he was going to rape her bottom. As ordered she relaxed letting him grease her arse.

She felt a hardness poke between her cheeks then slide down the cleft into position. Soundlessly she cried out. 'No! Not that. Please don't. Take my pussy, not that. Please fuck my pussy. Please fuck my pussy.' There was no self-conscious shame in begging him to fuck her. She meant it and would have pleaded with him out loud if she could.

She gasped as he slid into her. Slowly his hardness drove deep into her body. There was no escape from the feeling of it burrowing in ever deeper. Pulling on her tight sheath it felt huge on its outward movement. The pace began to increase. The solid mass was powering into her yet she unwillingly gripped it tight. Eventually she felt him shudder with quick little movements. In distress she felt it spurt a sperm enema deep into her greased hole.

This was no wild pleasure as experienced with Jim. This was a thing to be endured. The pain subsided as he shrunk back from her.

"Your quit a slut Mrs McArthur." He breathed heavily.

Irrationally she hoped he wouldn't have the heart attack now, leaving her to be found so indecently. What a picture it would make with him dead on the kitchen floor. She with her panties around her ankles, spread over the kitchen table, arse up and greased.

"You're my slut now. Perhaps not all mine but most certainly my little slut. Clean yourself up while I finish this coffee. Best take that dress off first." He told her.

With him examining her every movement she soaped herself at the sink bent over with a soapy cloth between her legs. It took some time but he was careful not to miss anything of the show.

After he left she collapsed on the floor her nerves shattered. Was this to be her lot in life? Jim would be taking her pussy and the neighbour would be abusing her bottom. Realising how vulnerable she had become led to more terrifying thoughts. Anyone calling at the house might decide to make a play for the lonely housewife dressed like a slut.

Melody groaned on remembering the dirty old man had told her she was a slut. Until the order was countermanded she would be a slut, flirting with any man who came along. She would have to tell Jim the danger she was in and reveal she remembered everything he had done to her. She could only do that when he released her. She dare not contemplate what might happen if he kept her hypnotised until Angus returned.

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