Aurora knew Bob had forgotten the seventh anniversary of their first date. It didn't matter, as husbands weren't supposed too, nevertheless she had decided to make it a surprise evening, something for him to remember. She had been twenty-one and eager to learn what he wanted but for the last few years he had neglected his role as teacher. Some weeks ago she decided to make it a special night just for him. Giving up smoking had been difficult but worth it. Now it was going to provide the means of a surprise. He was always home for six on a Friday, then out to the squash club. This Friday he would stay in.
The hypnotist had been reluctant at first but eventually relented to her insistent request that had become a nagging demand. Over the past three weeks an intensive course of hypnosis had concentrated not on smoking, but on another form of control. She was planning to give her husband complete control of her body for what ever he wanted of it. When hypnotised she would be completely helpless to resist whatever he wanted to do with her. Over the weeks the suggestion went deeper, becoming stronger at each session. Eventually it overcame her inhibitions to leave her completely available to him. The therapist reminded her again that she was very vulnerable in this state and should take great care to whom she gave such power.
When she had asked the inevitable question he told her it would take a long time to overcome this state but yes it was possible. Until then she would become susceptible any time the commanding phrase was used. Without consulting the therapist she practised for an hour each day deepening its effect. It was exciting pushing her self further each day while daydreaming what he might do to her. With each session she instructed herself to obey, which gave her a thrill, knowing someone could walk in to the house finding her in this defenceless state.
She wondered at her own daring often having to goad her self as a dare so that she could carry on. When they had first met they had acted out such games where now it would be for real. At last the day had arrived. It wasn't too late; she could back out right up to six this evening. Besides it may not be so completely effective in reality. There would always be that little part of her subconscious that held back from complete submission. With the sound of the clock chiming she would go under and not come round until it struck, an hour later.
As the hour approached the intricate plans now seemed like a silly idea. Telling herself it was just last minute nerves she sat to wait the hour. An envelope was on the kitchen table with a note pointing to it on the fridge door and another stuck to the microwave. This envelope held the explanation for they're being no evening meal ready, as he would expect. Instead it told him she was waiting in the lounge as this evening's special treat. She would be waiting for him to be her master. The phrase to bring her out of the hypnotic state and an explanation as to exactly what he could do with her was there too. Anything. As a matter of safety she would come round on hearing the clock strike seven leaving the hypnotic state behind to once more be in control of her own fate. She looked up to see the clock is about to strike six. If she stands and leaves the room now it will be over before it begins. He never need know of the silly idea. Nerves prevent her from standing, then it is too late, the clock strikes six bells.
She must now simply sit there waiting for him. Unable to move without a command she must await her fate. Five past and she begins to worry he will not come home, leaving her there for a full hour. Anything could happen in an hour. Why did she not think of this until now? Anyone could walk in with her unable to resist his every command.
Bob is late and has brought home a new member of staff. Without entering the kitchen or the lounge he rushes upstairs. At the same time telling her to look after their guest. While her husband was in the shower the young man asked her what was the matter. The trigger phrase still hadn't bee spoken yet so she was safe. He sees the note in the kitchen. Standing before her, he reads the note. A knowing look passes across his face. A little frightened she knows he may be in command of her until Roger appears to the rescue. Why didn't she command herself to specifically obey her husband rather than just whoever reads the phrase. The answer she knew was that it was a part of the excitement. She hears the expected words exactly as phrased in her imagination and on the piece of paper. The phrase had been spoken and now she was ready for his every command. "You will not tell your husband anything I ask you to do or that you do in this room unless I specifically tell you to. Do you understand?" "I understand." "Good. Lift your dress up to your waist." Obeying the young man brings a shocking thrill rocketing through her body leaving her reeling. Taken by surprise she momentarily rationalises it is naughty but safe. Any moment her husband will run down the stairs to rescue her. Giving in to the thrilling emotion she feels her whole body tingling to this rude and sudden intrusion of her privacy. Standing before him, displaying the naughty underwear meant for her husbands delight, she felt a wave of emotion physically taking over. Knowing she would be willing to please this young man in any way he wished was outrageously stimulating. Of course she wouldn't be able to tell anyone about this rude young man and he obviously knew this too.
That he knew she would do anything he asked was stimulating her to distraction. Was it possibly releasing her from any remaining inhibition? Knowing time was on her side allowed her to give in to the wave of emotion swamping her senses. Seeming to sweep away some remaining reservations she allowed herself to be completely dominated. As though descending a shaft she felt herself float down to be left looking up at herself in some remote way. What was he going to do with her, was a curiosity rather than a fear. On top of that her body was taken up and driven wildly by the rich mixture of hormones coursing through her veins.
"I'm sorry Aury I've got to return to the office." He told her. The young man knows this and has instructed her to say. "I've booked a table at a restaurant. That's why nothing is ready." In confusion she wonders what is to happen next. "I'll accompany her if you like." The young man volunteers. Bob hesitated but she has been primed to tell him. "No you go to the office it will be OK! I'll cancel!" "Daren hasn't eaten all day, we've been working so hard. He's new so let's show him we look after our employees. Thanks Daren, the offer is accepted. Aury can drive you. You can get a taxi to the office in the morning." Bob said. He turns to her and she dreads what he will say next. At that moment the arousal leaves her to be replaced by fear. He is about to repeat a favourite phrase. "Do as you are told, Aury. Now go with Daren and make sure he has a good time. Both of you have a good time. That's an order Aury." He looks at his watch and dashes out. The phrase rings through her head. Do as you are told. Make sure he has a good time. That's an order. Her husband has not rescued her but handed her more firmly to this stranger. She was now under orders to please him.
He was looking at the outline of her breasts through the dress almost licking his lips in anticipation. "Please. Just say the phrase. I won't say anything to anyone. Release me and forget about this." She said awkwardly. She knew instinctively he wouldn't just let her go so hoped to persuade him to slow down long enough for the hour to pass. Once she heard the clock chime in an hours' time she would be free. Just thirty minutes to go. "Lift up your dress." He said. Perhaps he would just tease her she thought while lifting the hem around her waist showing off a pair of black stockings with a matching suspender belt. "Take the dress off." He said. "Please don't make me do this." She pleaded with him. Standing there in her underwear she felt so much more vulnerable than if she were naked. Why did it seem so awful to be doing this in the lounge? "Take off your bra. Smile. Give me a great big smile." He said. "That's it a lovely nice smile. Shoulders back. Push them out. Show me you're proud of them." He told her.
"Please don't do this to me Daren." She said. It was all she could think of saying with her head in a whirl of feelings. "Call me, Sir." He said. She had brought this terrible situation on herself and she dare not upset him for what might he do to her then. "Yes, Sir." She replied obediently. "Don't you want to show off your beautiful body? It's no good denying it. You're turned on. Feel those panties." He said. She felt the crotch of her panties as commanded, curious as to what he meant. They were wet from her juices and now aware she could smelt it. Her sex was on fire. "You can't wear those they're soaking wet." He said. She immediately drew them down one leg at a time still standing before him aware he watched every move.
He was surprised. There had been no order to remove them she had just assumed there was. He concluded she was as excited as she looked, ready for anything. "Gather your things and we'll go upstairs and get you ready for this restaurant. What food do you like?" He asked. In a panic she looked at the clock. If they left the room now she wouldn't hear the chimes at seven. He must be delayed at all costs. Bending over to pick up her clothes she displayed herself to him but was more concerned with not leaving the room. "Please let me go, Sir. You've seen everything, Sir. What more do you want, Sir?" She said. As the words left her mouth she realised that was not a wise thing to say, or was it? If he tried it on with her here at least she could stop him when the chimes struck seven. "Stop it now before things go too far, please, Sir!" She pleaded. Wanting to get on her knees to beg before him it struck her this might inspire him to use her right then so it was just as well she couldn't make a move without his order.
"I'll make a deal with you." He said. She looked at the clock with only two minutes to go. "Don't speak unless you have to and I won't order you into silence." He said. She thought about it a moment then nodded her agreement. If she couldn't speak at all there wouldn't be a chance of talking him out of anything he wanted. She wouldn't be able to scream for help. This was a frightening thought. "Upstairs now. Quickly!" He commanded. Running into her bedroom she felt defeated knowing from there the chimes would ring unheard.
Standing by the dressing table she wondered what was in store next. The bed looked neat and tidy, freshly prepared. "Dump those things on the floor while I look for something more suitable for an evening out." He told her. Watching him rummage in the wardrobe she was surprised that he had really meant they were going out. She had been convinced this was a rouse to get her into the bedroom without complaining too much. It was difficult to know whether to be disappointed or fearful of going out in this state of vulnerability. A dress was thrown onto the bed. "Try that on." He said. In haste she covered herself. Glancing at the mirror out of the corner of her eye knowing in any case the effect it would have. It had been worn when single when it had been daring for her then. The glance told her all she needed to know and his look confirmed it.
Her breasts were bigger now where it hugged her pushing them up to flow over its top in a deep cleavage. "Very nice." He said. "Come on let's go." He added taking a hold of her hand. This was the first time he had touched her which seemed funny somehow after being naked. "Please, Sir. Can I talk?" She asked. He held both her hands before him, admiring her body. "You may speak." He said. "Thank you, Sir. I need panties, Sir." She said. Feeling ridiculous at the sound of these words she nevertheless had to ask, for the dress was far too short. Besides, the neckline was bad enough, but to go out without any underwear was impossible. "No you don't." He said, smiling indulgently at her. She wanted to tell him it was too short and too light to keep down. Last time she had worn a tight pair of shorts as well as panties so how could she possibly endure going out naked. As she feared he didn't give a chance of protest ordering her, "No more. Leave the dress alone. Just come with me."
In the car it was difficult to concentrate watching the traffic, her dress riding up and listening to instructions on where to turn. Ordered to leave the dress alone meant she couldn't even hold onto it or pull it down if it rode up. Had he thought of this she wondered, for she couldn't even ask him having been ordered not to mention the dress again? Once they were seated in the restaurant perhaps she would feel more protected with her legs safely tucked under a tablecloth.
Keeping her head down in case recognised it was difficult to see where he was taking her, but it didn't mater for all she wanted was to get there and sit down. When she looked around she let out a groan. Of all the places to be this was perhaps the worst. Waitresses were scantily clad meaning it could only be 'The Saucy Café' a restaurant she would never want to be seen in and there was a particular reason why. With a bit of luck no one would notice her with all these women roaming around in skimpy outfits.
Aurora let him order for her preferring to keep her head down not wanting to call him 'Sir' before anyone, even a stranger. At least compared to the waitress she was well covered for she was wearing a cowgirl outfit comprised of a thong under a buckskin loincloth. While they worked through the menu she lifted it to write down their order showing bare thighs revealing a tiny triangle of leather between them. She had to admit it was distracting. "Hi! Daren, how you doing?" A large beefy man asked, placing two huge hands on the partition of their booth. "You like what you see? She's a new girl but I'm sure the word has got round about you." He added. She was right no one was noticing her with all this flesh on display. What surprised her was that there were quit a few women customers with their partners when she thought the place would be exclusively male.
"My who have we here?" He asked. 'No!' She thought Daren was introducing her. "Your welcome as usual Daren, but not that bitch!" He said with venom. "Her husband denied me planning permission for a place in town. I lost a bundle on the property; everyone knew I had to sell to buy this place. You had better get her out of here." He said, his big red face looking mean. "Do you want to leave?" Daren asked her. She knew she would have to answer dreading the words that would leave her lips. "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." She said. The tremor in her voice coupled with the words she used stopped the big man in his tracks. He slid into a spare seat. "What are you up to? Is she really who I think she is?" He asked, still staring at her, examining every inch of her attempting to see what game they were playing.
She sank lower in the seat trying desperately to avoid the intense inspection. "Your not trying to put one over on me, are you lad?" He asked. Daren laughed. He sent her to the bathroom where she sat in a cubicle. This was a rare establishment where there was no waiting for the ladies bathroom even when busy. With astonishment she reasoned if he had ordered her not to speak she wouldn't be able to ask him to go to the bathroom, what then? Would she have peed her panties? "Oh! No! I'm not wearing any!" She remembered. At that moment she was glad to have been sent away while Darren calmed him down. It then occurred to her she had better get back to their table before someone speaks to her, just in case it's interpreted as an order. While she was gone Daren explained what had happened. The big man laughed.
No sooner had she sat than Daren told her. "Follow Jake. You must follow his orders." Appalled at this order she threw Daren a desperate whisper. "Please! Don't make me go, Sir. I'll do whatever you want, Sir. " Still rising from the seat ready to carry out an order knowing refusal was impossible. Darren smiled reassuringly at her then a knowing wink gave some hope. Perhaps fears of the worst were unfounded though it was obvious she was to be punished in some way, with the fear growing with each step through the kitchen. She desperately looked from side to side wondering if there was someway to escape. With some small relief she sensed she wasn't to be abused by this stranger, as he led her into a changing room. "Get changed. You're going to be a waitress for the evening." He watched as she stripped off the dress quickly pulling on an outfit not bothering to examine it, eager to be covering her body and very grateful not to be servicing this stranger. He gave the usual instructions he gave any waitress, which for her was an order to be obeyed.
In a daze she contemplated this had not been her plan when all she had wanted was to invigorate her husband, not display herself in a seedy restaurant. Jake would have been angry at such a description of his establishment that was far from seedy rather it was plush, an expensively decorated restaurant. Dressed in a red low cut corset with breasts on display she was led back into the dining area. At least she now wore a pair of panties though they were almost see-through. Suspended from the corset the same sheer black stockings gripped her white thighs. Before she started work he commanded her. "Make sure you give the customers what they want. The tips are pooled so make sure you do your bit to earn them." He commanded her. With trepidation she entered the throng wondering if he realised the significance of such an order.
The meals were in small portions encouraging customers to order more dishes bringing the waitress to the table more often, together with an inventive note pad being a part of the entertainment. Aurora's note pad was particularly personal. "I'll have a number 45." The customer said, adding this to the list upon her breast in bright red lipstick. "Yes, Sir." She muttered as an automatic response to their teasing notes. The three men at the table had added their order to her thighs, her bottom and were now working upon her breasts with their drink order. "I'll have a double zero." He said circling a nipple using bright red lipstick with another circling it. His buddy did the same to her other swelling nipple. The sensations coursing through her body were electric ringing a bell directly between her legs until again she was quivering with sexual vibrations. The customers knew the strict rule not to touch though this was more devastating than if they had squeezed her breast.
At last Daren had become bored with watching the teasing of her body so with a quick word to the owner she was returned to him still dressed in lipstick graffiti. "Don't sit, we're off." He told her. "Yes, Sir." She replied with a sigh of relief. She had wanted to scream and cry and beg for relief the tension had built so high she thought the hypnotic spell would surely release her but instead she had dutifully carried out the humiliating tasks to the letter. Too busy with the thought of escape she cared little that her body was on show as they left. On the drive to wherever he was taking her she was mortified to find how the evening had left her bereft of control. She wanted to beg him to take her. No one had even touched her body, at least not directly; even Daren had merely held her hands, yet she was tormented with a desperate need. It didn't matter where he was taking her, whatever he wanted her to perform, just so as long as the all consuming need was satisfied.
"Here we are. A customer has been arranged for you. You must go in there and perform for him. Whatever he wants, however sordid, you will do it. You've been bought and paid for. Understand?" Daren asked. Not even able to give her usual reply she nodded her head trembling with fear. She had been sold to a stranger knowing even without the hypnotic command she would debase herself before him in the hope she too would be satisfied. It terrified her that some stranger was going to use her as whore for the night. Trying desperately not to feel pleased that at last she was going to be taken she failed miserably when her legs defying her took up a faster stride. Not looking to see if there was anyone on the street she walked directly up the steps to find an open door.