Be Careful What You Wish For: Volume 2 - Becoming My Wife's Hypno-Slut: Becoming My Wife's Hypno-Slut

By Thimble

Anna leads Trevor farther down the path of slavery and sissification. With the help of Mistress An-Li, she subjects her husband to nightly hypnosis, reinforcing his submission and implanting new kinks and triggers. See as she tightens her control: adding punishments, taking away orgasms, and humiliating him

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boy Howdy Productions
• Release date: Jun 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088188392

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Be Careful What You Wish For – Volume 2

Becoming My Wife’s Hypno-Slut

Thimble

Boy Howdy Productions

Copyright © 2023 Thimble and Boy Howdy Productions

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Published by Boy Howdy Publications

To all the freaks out there like me

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1 – Week Eleven

Chapter 2 – Week Three

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 – Week Five

Chapter 7 – Week Eight

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 – Week Nine

Chapter 11 – Week Twelve

About The Author

Books In This Series

Books By This Author

Chapter 1 – Week Eleven

I did a final sweep around the kitchen and dining room before Anna got home. Everything was clean. The table was set: water and wine glasses, cloth napkins, unlit candles in candle holders. I checked the silverware and glasses for spots.

Mistress Anna and I have been doing femdom for real for 11 weeks now, and a lot has changed in that time. My wife’s whole approach to domination is different. She’s so much more confident and relaxed. She doesn’t get upset if I complain or use my safeword. She just tells me to take three deep breaths, then asks if I can push through it for her. Most of the time I can. We discovered that I sometimes say no to new things out of insecurity, but if given a moment, I’m open to trying them. Since then, I’ve found a lot of new activities I like: ritual worship, bondage, obedience training. There’s so much more to femdom than I thought. Our relationship is exciting again, and Mistress Anna is deliriously happy, which is the most important thing.

Our sex life has improved, too. We’ve always had great sex, but now it’s insane. I didn’t know there was another level of orgasm above mind blowing, but there is, and I’m having them. It’s amazing how connected I feel to my wife.

I’m not saying there aren’t challenges. It’s not easy doing femdom 24/7. Mistress Anna recently declared that splitting the household chores evenly is unbefitting for a dominant woman, so I’m now in charge of laundry and dishes. She still helps occasionally, but we went from dividing the chores 50-50 to around 80-20. She says she’s going to get me a sexy maid’s outfit.

She’s started making me wear women’s clothing around the house more often. No neighbors can see into our windows, but I’m still terrified that someone will find out. There’s something arousing about her making me do it, though, the humiliation of it.

The hardest part, by far, is chastity. I know it's a big reason I’m turned on all the time. And honestly, I was masturbating too much. But it’s so difficult not being able to touch myself when I want. And when I realize why: that my wife controls of my cock, it turns me on even more.

I only get to come twice a week now. When we started, we agreed that I’d come every other day, but Mistress Anna changed her mind. She still lets me out of my cage every day, but some days she barely touches me. Sometimes she touches me very softly, so I barely feel it, then laughs when I get frustrated. One time, she didn’t touch my dick at all, she just rubbed my asshole the entire time.

Lately, she’s been saying that I don’t need to be let out every day, that every other day is more than enough. I don’t know if I could stand that.

About six weeks ago, I almost lost it. The novelty of chastity had worn off and I was tired of being denied. I asked Mistress Anna to let me out of my cage more often, but she said no, and we got into a huge argument. Afterwards, I took a walk and thought about my situation. I hated being locked up, but I couldn’t deny that life was more exciting now. My wife and I were closer than ever and our communication was better, as well. As I walked, I cooled down. I regretted losing my temper. That’s not what secure men do. I decided that even though it was difficult, femdom was the right path for me, and chastity was the price I had to pay for it.

My attitude changed after that. Not all at once, but gradually I saw that I was better off under Mistress Anna’s control. I still want to masturbate a lot, but each time I do, I focus on how happy it makes my wife that I submit to her, and how sexy she is when she dominates me.

I heard my wife’s car pull into the garage. I took the chicken and vegetables out of the oven, lit the candles on the dining room table and greeted her by the door. I removed her shoes, then knelt and kissed her feet.

Hello Ma’am.

Hello darling. Stand and kiss me.

Our lips met for a slow kiss. My dick tried to get hard and I squirmed.

Happy to see me?

She grabbed my crotch.

Pull down your pants. Let me see.

I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down to my knees.

Spread your legs a little…good boy. Now let’s feel those balls.

There’s something cruel in her coming so close to my cock without touching it. My balls are sensitive, too, and she loves squeezing them.

Ow, Ma’am!

Does that hurt, slave?

Yes, Ma’am.

But you can take a little pain for me, can’t you? To make me happy?

Of course, Ma’am.

Good boy.

She rubbed my balls with her thumb as I tried keep from pulsing my cock. Mistress Anna finally released me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Let’s eat.

After dinner, we watched television while I massaged her feet. I’d gone online to research how to give good foot massages, which she appreciated. She lay back on the couch as I worked down her arch and over her heel.

That’s perrrfect!

I lightly rubbed her calf, then down her foot up to her big toe. When I finished, she leaned forward and held my chin.

Upstairs.

In the bedroom, I stripped down to my lacy underwear. Mistress Anna sat in her reading chair in the corner, which we now called her throne. I knelt and presented her with my collar.

Thank you, slave.

I rested my forehead on her thighs as she threaded the collar underneath my neck and latched it.

Feet.

This was our ritual. I would kneel before Mistress Anna and present my collar. Then I’d kiss each foot once and wait for further instruction.

Towel. Bed.

I laid a towel on the bed and smoothed out the wrinkles, then returned to my knees. My wife put two fingers beneath my chin and lifted until my eyes met hers.

"Do a good job and you get