I am my husband's hypnotic slave

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My name is Chunxiang. I am very happy because I have been married for over ten years, my children are sensible, and I have a husband I love and who loves me. Of course, I also have another identity—I am my husband's hypnotic slave. But this does not hinder my love for my husband.

Evening. After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, I couldn't wait to throw myself into my husband's arms. "You naughty husband, all you do is lie in bed and watch the news. Your wife is busy running around and is almost exhausted!" I rubbed my face against my husband's chest and said coquettishly. My husband smiled and ruffled my hair, saying in my ear, "So, how would little Chunxiang like her husband to reward his hardworking little Chunxiang?" The hot breath on my ear made my face burn: "Husband is so naughty!" "Hehe..." My husband picked me up and made me sit on his lap, his hands groping up and down my waist and groin. Feeling the heat of my husband's hands through my clothes and the hardness of his deadly weapon between my legs, my face burned even hotter. My body, already weakened by my husband's advances, slumped limply in his arms. "You big pervert, I can't now..." "Can't what?" he chuckled, his hands becoming increasingly audacious as he began to fondle my breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...ah..." I was speechless, only able to moan weakly under the stimulation of pleasure. My husband had previously given me a command to be ten times more sensitive to his touch. He seemed unsatisfied with my current state, slipping a hand under my skirt and playing with my genitals through my underwear. "Oh dear! You're soaking wet, it's all down your thighs. My wife's so horny, aren't you? Want it?" he teased, gently biting my earlobe. Because my body had been given a command to uncontrollably release copious amounts of fluid when aroused, even though I felt ashamed and resentful, I could only let the fluid continue to flow down my thighs. I glared fiercely at the culprit, but my strength had been drained by lust, leaving me helplessly held in his arms, allowing him to do as he pleased. My husband was taken aback when he saw me glaring at him, then laughed, "You little slut, you dare glare at me when you're in heat? See how I deal with you!" He picked me up and rolled me over, so I was lying face down on his lap. "Take off your panties, then stick your ass up!" Following my husband's command, my body, which had been completely weak, began to obey automatically: I pulled down my panties under my skirt and tried my best to stick my ass up high. Although I knew my actions were due to a hypnotic instruction he had given me that I would unconditionally obey any command he used, I still closed my eyes in shame. Closing my eyes made my senses sharper; I knew my husband was caressing my buttocks. A strange pleasure, accompanied by a faint itch, slowly spread from my buttocks to my whole body. The itch gradually replaced the pleasure, as if countless ants were crawling from between my legs towards my head, my hands, and every part of my body, an unbearable itch.

But the only resistance I could offer was to awkwardly squeeze my legs together and weakly wiggle my buttocks against my husband's thighs. Even with this weak wiggle, I could clearly feel my breasts being squeezed into different shapes with each movement, my nipples hardening from the friction against my clothes, the pleasure in my nipples suppressing the itching in my buttocks. I wiggled desperately, trying to create more pleasure to relieve the itching. Itching, wiggling, pleasure. Itching, wiggling, pleasure. Itching, wiggling, pleasure. "Slap!!!" With my husband's slap on my buttocks, the itching finally ended... and the wiggling finally stopped. Escaping the hell of pleasure and itching, I gasped for breath as if relieved... Looking up, my husband was looking at me with a smile. Only then did I realize my current state. Thinking of my performance just now, I buried my head in shame and anger. "Slap!" "Ah..." Perhaps because I was more awake this time, the sensory stimulation made me groan. "Wife, does it feel good? I remember you get unparalleled pleasure when I spank you." Yes, my husband had given me that instruction before. "Smack!" Another smack. A tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed my nerves; there was no pain, only endless pleasure. "Oh dear, I almost forgot, each smack is ten times more pleasurable than the last." He said, and another smack. "Smack!"

I thought I was going crazy. Now I desperately hoped the itching wouldn't end. It turns out that pleasure can sometimes be more terrifying than itching, when pleasure has no end. "Hehe, I almost forgot. It seems that without my command, wife can't reach orgasm!" My husband's ravaging voice rang out again: "Poor wife..." "Smack!" All I could do was bite my lip and endure the empty pleasure. I dared not open my mouth, afraid that opening my mouth would turn into endless moans, which would only make the pleasure even emptier. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" The pleasure instantly devoured my nerves. Waves of intense pleasure quickly overwhelmed me, my mind went blank, and my body, driven by instinct, craved more and more exquisite pleasure. "Husband... I can't take it anymore, hurry... give it to me, please... please!" At this moment, I was nothing more than a sex slave driven by lust, willing to sacrifice anything for an orgasm. "Give you what?" "An orgasm, I want an orgasm, husband, good husband, good master, give it to me, I want an orgasm..." My husband seemed very satisfied with my performance, patting my head approvingly and whispering in my ear, "Little slut, orgasm!" Orgasm! As if receiving a royal decree, all the pleasure that had been building up inside me was released in an instant. My lower body began to contract rapidly, my whole body convulsed, as if welcoming a sacred moment. "Ah... ah... ah..." Finally... panting heavily, enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm, I felt deeply happy to be my husband's hypnotic slave. Suddenly, my husband picked me up and made me straddle his lap facing him, looking at me with a wronged expression. "Wife, you can't do this! You've soaked my pants! You're happy now and don't care about your husband anymore? I haven't even finished with him!" I rolled my eyes. This guy is shameless!

My husband smiled, didn't say anything, and started caressing me while undressing me. Under the tyrannical power of his ten times more sensitive nature, I quickly became a slave to desire again, cooperating with my husband's movements… After a round of lovemaking, my husband and I reached orgasm simultaneously.

[The End]

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