Pretty Little Head

He brought the jewellery to the bathroom mirror too, just so he could watch himself clip it into place. As the necklace slid around his neck, he looked upon the gorgeous knockout in the mirror and wondered just where the hell this cutie had been all his life?!

Phone rumble! Hubby! Thankfully, the phone was in the box this time. Golly, she needed a purse ASAP!

*How's my special girl?" she'd asked.

*All pretty!* he sent, then snapped a goofy selfie. She hadn't asked for it, but he'd done it all the same.

A pause. Then another. Then a third. Oh no! Where was she? Where was hubby?!?!?

*Sorry, had to pull over. Nearly rear-ended someone looking at your gorgeous bod* then, after another beat *Slight exaggeration*

*Haha, you're so silly!*

*Next task is the last, but the most important: dinner! Wives cook for their husbands, remember! All the ingredients are in the fridge, just pull 'em out and put 'em in the oven.*

*Okie dokie! Drive safe and see you soon!* The only task left was dinner! Yay! How hard could it be!

Then River remembered: he was terrible at cooking! How was he going to be the Best Wife Ever if he could barely make a salad without burning it?! A critical question that occupied all his attention all the way to the kitchen. There, he got to work with trepidation, pulling the covered aluminum pan from the fridge and peeking underneath.

A trussed roast and fingerling potatoes! Oh my god! That's amazing! How the heck was River supposed to compete with that?! He set the full meal aside and began taking out things from the fridge, mostly condiments, looking for a way to salvage this disaster! Surely there had to be enough to make a meal of his own in there somewhere...

He paced, as he usually did when anxious, trying to gameplan out a five star meal for two. As did, however, he noticed that one of the cabinets, the one with all the complicated mixing stuff they had used once then never again, was slightly ajar. He opened the door to reveal...a fourth package!

"Oh my..." he gasped. Oh no! He'd skipped ahead before he'd earned it! Hubby would be mad for sure!

Everything was fine, he said, trying to calm himself. It was just an accident. And...I mean, he had been a good wife this whole time...what's the worst that could happen?

With a quick look from side to side to make sure he wouldn't be caught out, he lifted the top off the fourth box to see what pretty accessory he'd find next.

There were two items within the box. One, a belt and strap contraption that looked to hook around someone's waist. It connected to a rainbow coloured dildo, with a little ring around it meant to snap in place to the harness. The second was much smaller: a tapering glass cone with rounded edges, coming to an abrupt end in a gorgeous, glimmering jewel that looked to him like a real life diamond.

His Hubby had bought a strap-on...and a Princess plug!

River didn't know what to do. He'd broke sequence and now he was staring at the end-game cinematic, wondering just what the heck had happened! His fuzzy brain churned with all kinds of thoughts as he came face to face with what Avery planned to do at the end of the night...but what he ready for that kinda thing?

He stood the larger toy on its base. It didn't look like a real cock. Besides the colour, obviously, it was far too big! Easily eclipsing his own five inches of fun at his largest size. Its feel was somewhat similar, firm yet pliable, but there was no warmth to it. He stroked the shaft just to feel its texture. Strange, but not...unpleasant.

A dirty thought emerged from the sea of chatter, like a lone whale from a pod breaching the surface.

"What did it taste like?" he wondered.

Normally there'd be guardrails to keep from just going forward and following through on that thought. Don't stick your tongue on strange phalluses was a good rule anyone should follow normally. But all bets were off with the tapes running through his head. He opened his ruby lips and gave the toy a tentative lick.

It tasted like...cherry? His eyes exploded. Cherry was his favourite flavour! He latched onto the faux dick and sucked on its tip, hard, then dragged his tongue along its sides to get more of that gloriously fake cherry taste. The kind you get from cheap knockoff candies and awful sports drinks, the kind that just screams artifice. Some aldehyde or ketone spiked and slathered over your tastebuds until they've forgotten the real taste and all they know is sweet, salacious cherry bliss.

Amid this debauched and depraved behaviour, his eyes found the other thing in the box. The plug. It had been meant for him, he knew that right away. But the prospect of just sticking something inside himself, just like that, without approval? It was a little...bad.

"Bad Girl," he mouthed around the fat cock pressed against his lips, "Naughty Girl~"

He slid his panties down just a smidge and pressed the glass toy against his cute little hole. Ah! Too tight! But he wanted to be a Good Wife for his Hubby. So he tried again, but not before laying a huge dollop of spit on the end. That's how it worked in the pornos at least!

This time was a little easier. It slipped in and out just fine, but this was his first time playing with such things. He was nervous about getting it out again. But it felt nice...nice to play with his rump like that...he lost himself in a haze of delirium as the programming to obey instructions and cook dinner ran headlong into a recursive loop where River was a Good Girl if he liked to play with his bottom, and he was a Good Girl if he served Avery's cock. So he chose to be twice the Good Girl and play with both, eventually letting the plug slip in of its own accord and focusing on giving the dildo in front of him the sloppiest blowjob on record, its rainbow surface smeared with dozens of little lipstick marks until it was a complete mess!

The minutes, like his caged cock, dripped away totally unnoticed, until at 6:31, his husband finally arrived...

***

It had been too long a day as Avery left her budget sedan and walked toward a house that still, technically, belonged to someone else. Mortgages were a racket. Full-time jobs were a racket. The whole world had conspired to run a series of cons, all to trip her and her's up in increasing documentation and red tape.

So it was with some relief that she slid the front door of her modest house open to see just a sparkling set of dishes in the drying rack, clothes neatly folded on the couch and ready to be put away, and overall a sense of love and care that had been poured into the home since she'd taken off that morning, having set a series of events into motion that she'd been planning for at least a month.

The torn evidence of the first box lay on the floor. She frowned. He'd ought to have at least cleaned that up, or else what kind of dizzy housewife was he? She strolled into the kitchen to see how dinner was fairing, only to see...well, not exactly a shock, but certainly a surprise.

Her boyfriend, now wife, had lost himself sucking intently on the fake phallus she was planning to use on him after supper. He was in the pretty pink dress she'd bought for him and wearing the sluttiest face of makeup she'd ever seen in her life, an appearance that made her giggle with genuine enjoyment. He noticed her arrival, finally, and with a sloppy popping noise, he pulled his lipsticked lips off the strap-on to turn a dizzy smile to her.

"Welcome home, hubby!" he said in his best demure voice, "I've been practicing with my lips! But...oops! I forgot to cook!" River actually slapped both of his hands against his face and make a shocked O with his lips. God what a ditz, Avery thought, then smiled at just what a wonderful job she'd done on him.

The ingredients for a roast dinner were sitting on the kitchen counter, nowhere near the oven. She sighed. Maybe too good a job.

"I can see that. How was your first day as a hypno housewife?" she asked earnestly, sitting down at the table while she worked her shoes off.

"It was amazing! I didn't understand what was going on at first, why I was acting so silly. But by the time I was doing the laundry I figured it out! But...I don't get it...when did I get all these hypno instructions?"

She smiled, leaning over the table to pat his head like one might a beloved pet. "You silly goose, you were being programmed this whole time! All the hypno porn I sent you, all the instructions on how to be a good dom, it was all preparation and induction, laying the groundwork for the main event! By the time you were in love with being the hypnodom, you were deep under my special spell."

River's eyes went wide. Then, he giggled. "Oh my gosh! You're so smart! I never even saw that coming!"

She winked. "That's alright. For now, I'll do the thinking for the both of us," she said, patting her lap. He slipped out of his chair and sat down on her. They kissed, something he initiated but she was only too glad to follow up on. "What do you say we skip the main course and go straight to...dessert?"

Avery's hands roamed all over his sensitive body, squeezing and touching him in places that made him quiver and gasp. Her fingers found his Princess plug, plunged firmly into his tight hole. She played with it a bit, making River moan oh so pleasantly.

"B-be careful," he said, heart all a flutter, "I've never...I mean...I've never made love with my bottom before..."

Avery laughed uproariously, causing the boy to blush. Then, she leaned in until her breath tickled his ear.

"Don't you worry your Pretty Little Head about it," she whispered, feeling his whole body relax, "Brides are always nervous around their first times. Just go upstairs, lay on the bed like a Good Girl, and I'll handle the rest."

And so he did. Keywords ringing in his ears, he skipped up the stairs and flopped onto the bed, knocking over the pretty box that had held his underwear and shoes in his haste. Trepidation made him squirm a bit. This was gonna be so different to any sex he'd had before! His cocklet struggled to break free in its pretty cage to show just how excited he was, but it was helpless against its restraint. Eventually, it gave up, settling on a dull tingle that nevertheless occupied much of his currently limited brainspace.

Emerging from the bedroom door stood his girlfriend, but also his husband. The mighty dildo she'd strapped on was still covered in his lipstick marks, he noticed with a mild blush, and was still slick with saliva. Save for that, she was naked. Her gorgeous body looked all the more complete with the toy between her legs, he thought. But instead of pouncing upon him like a feral animal and seizing his body, she merely took in the view.

"Before we go any further, I thought I might let you know exactly who is responsible for our current situation," she began, stroking her erect toy.

"Mmm...it's you, wasn't it?" River asked with a smile, "You're just so smart and powerful. I love my hubby~"

A quick shake of the head. "Nope. I didn't write this particular program."

A moment of confusion. "Huh?"

Avery walked over to the catgirl headphones on the nightstand, the ones they'd used this whole time to plant hypno triggers in her. "Remember these?"

"Of course! Those are your special headphones!"

She shook her head. "No, silly. They're yours." And with a flourish that a Las Vegas magician would be envious of, she opened up the nightstand's drawer to reveal an identical set of headphones. "I've been enjoying our hypno sessions a lot, don't get me wrong! But I figured it was time to let you in on the fun. So, I had you write a housewife hypno file for me. And, if you recall, I told you to Go Wild."

Memories flashed in his mind, like roadsigns down a road at night. Typing up the script. Reading it out loud to her. Uploading the file. All the programming, from Pretty Little Head to Good Girl to even how good it felt to do chores, all were aspects of the file he'd written to slide into her mind. But here he was, presenting himself like he was a housewife in heat, totally ensnared in the hypno spell of his own making!

"Ngh...but that's...but I..." A thousand ideas fought to express themselves in his mind. Confusion, outrage, denial, they all crammed themselves into his throat to be spoken.

"But...what?" she asked, stepping closer. Her hands plucked the set of headphones that had been on the nightstand's top. His headphones.

"But, like...aren't I the dom? Aren't I the guy?" he asked, voice so full of insecurity. She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepted and returned.

"Are you? Didn't you enjoy this? Didn't being my pretty little housewife fill you with joy?" More kisses. She straddled him, the strap-on sliding next to his chastity cage and utterly dwarfing it.

"Yes, I mean, no, but..." Two sides of his personality fought for dominance, or submission as the case may be. All the expectations of the world, all his preconceptions, they all clashed against the simple joys and pleasures of being this version of himself. Of being sweet, and pretty, and oh so submissive.

"But what, dear? What's keeping you from saying you enjoy this? That you want more? I can tell," she touched the cum-stained front of his panties, making him quiver, "That you love this. That you crave this. That you wanted this all along. So tell me...what's standing between you, and being my Perfect Pretty Housewife?"

With slow, deliberate motions, she pulled the headphones open and moved them into position. But she kept them there, not letting them close around his ears, until he said the words she needed to hear.

"...I guess there's nothing..." he mumbled. That wasn't good enough.

"So if there's nothing in the way, what does that make you?"

"I'm...I'm a Housewife?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Not A Housewife dear. Try again, I know you can do this."

He bit his lip, struggling with feelings just aching to come to the surface. Finally, in a rush, the words exploded out of his mouth. "I'm YOUR Housewife! I'm your Perfect Pretty Pink Housewife oh gosh oh jeez I wanna feel so good!"

Avery closed her eyes and soaked that admission in. Fuck, it was like fine wine. No wonder why River had liked being the dom so much.

"And you will, sweetie. You will." She settled the headphones onto his ears, brought up the audio player, and keyed the special crescendo sequence at the very end of the file. The five-minute loop of reinforcing commands and looping binaural pleasure cycles that'd help seal in some of that programming for next time. But she kept the volume low. It'd just be in the background, painting the walls of his mind a pretty pink colour. The focus would be her, his husband.

She withdrew the Princess plug with care, then lubed him up good. His hole winked at her as the programming rattled around in his open mind. A part of that was training him to see anal pleasure as equivalent to vaginal pleasure. Something he'd been intending to do to her, no doubt. River had always been a bit of an ass man. Well, he still was focused around asses. It just wouldn't be her's on the menu tonight.

She lifted his legs up, tugging up his panties just enough to reveal his tight rear end. He looked positively delectable, still wearing his socks and flats. It made it look like he'd just lost control in the middle of the day and had thrown himself on the bed, ready to be plowed! Which is pretty much exactly what had happened...after a fashion.

"Ready, my dear?" Avery asked, looking into his eyes with all the love in the world.

"Mhm!" River confirmed, blushing enough to be seen through his makeup.

She took it slow, obviously. Without sensation from the toy, she'd have to rely on the feedback from her hypno bound wife. He gave a soft 'aah!' followed by a quick, spasmodic tightening of his hole, biting his hand. Yep, he was ready.

"Relax, sweets," Avery said, then with a grin, "That's just my cock, dear. It's nothing to bother your Pretty Little Head about. Relax. This'll feel good soon, I promise."

He nodded, the strain leaving his face. His muscles relented, and she inserted herself further. He moaned, feeling penetration for maybe the first time. Guys were always such wimps when it came to considering how good getting fucked felt.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. Despite the hypno, she still kept in mind this was his first time and wanted it to be an enjoyable one.

"It's...different," he said, a little dreamily. He looked down at her. "Oh gosh...you're inside me!"

"That's right!" she replied, beaming with pride like he'd just gotten a hard question right for her on a quiz. She eased herself backward until she was nearly out once more. "Would you like me inside again?"

He nodded. Another push, this time farther. His hands balled up the bedsheets and bit his lower lip, but didn't cry out in pain. Another cycle. In and out. Slowly, the tension in his face and body ebbed. His muscles relented, allowing easier access. They got into a rhythm that was slower than when she was on the receiving end, but she felt she was pushing deeper inside his body that he'd ever gone. It helped that her toy was simply much larger, and that she didn't have to worry about stamina.

They continued, growing with confidence and speeding up their pace until soon, surprisingly soon, the tension in River's face returned. But this time, it wasn't struggling against the insertion. This time...he was trying to hold back.

"Use your words, Princess," Avery said, digging in the knife a little while she plunged herself deeper.

"Ngh...hubby...oh hubby...I'm about to...gosh!" He was struggling to find the right words in his cutesy dictionary. But he still needed to beg for release, like a Good Girl ought to.

"Then if you can: do it. Milk yourself for me, like a good wife."

She flipped him up and around until he was riding her, legs slid down at her sides. It took a little thought, but he realized he was in control now. He would have to rock his hips to reach orgasm, all while staring into the eyes of his gorgeous husband/girlfriend.

And so, he did. Awkward at first, his thrusts into her strap became strong, needy plunges as the pure cravings his body possessed brushed aside his demure facade. His hips rocking from side to side with the thrusts to coax out every sensation, every little rub and touch of her toy inside his body. He homed in on his own prostate, and soon little ribbons of clear fluid were dangling from the chastity cage's tip.

"Nghgh...I'm so close...I'm so close!" he chanted like a wife possessed.

"Then do it! I wanna see you cum like a girl. And when you do, you're going to lock in this memory like it's the first time you ever had sex. And you're gonna come back to it...over and over...touching yourself to the moment you made yourself my wife."

"I'm your wife!" he agreed, bouncing and shaking as his climax raced up to meet him. "I'm your wife! I'm your pretty pretty wiiiaaaah!"

He came, losing his focus and slamming hard down onto her strap. Submissive cream oozed out of the chastity cage as his eyes rolled back in total ecstasy. Avery focused on every little moment of this amazing scene, capturing it for her own later enjoyment. Her boyfriend, head full of housewife hypno, creaming himself on her strap while declaring himself to be her pretty, pretty wife.

It was perfect.

***

Cleanup took a lot of time. The mess he made, not so much. They made chastity cages to be washed, after all. But the care that River needed after cumming his absolute brains out was substantial. She held him close, smooched him, and switched the headphones over to a gentle dispelling file they'd worked on together. No matter how deep they were both under, this file would help them back to the surface. And so, still wearing a pretty dress and lost in her arms, the regular version of River emerged.