Darren and I had been separated for almost four months when he hit me with the painful news that he would like to move our separation to the next stage or in other words, get a divorce. I was shocked when he asked me for the divorce. When I had asked him to move out it was to demonstrate to him how much he needed me. As I sat there crying I realized I had to do something to win him back or I would be a thirty something divorcee. I called my best friend to get her advice. I had not even bothered to call to tell her Darren and I had separated because I was so ashamed. Bernice was a large black woman and had married a skinny white guy. Things went sour in their marriage about three years after their wedding date. It had looked like they were on the road to divorce when her husband had suddenly made a complete reversal. It was as if she was the only thing in the whole world that mattered to him. I had to find out what she had done and find out if it was something I could do in my marriage.
I called her on Saturday evening hoping she and her husband had decided to stay home that evening. She answered on the second ring and I immediately started crying. I told her everything that had happened and how he had called me a few days earlier to ask me for a divorce. Bernice calmed me down and then said, “It is time you put those big breasts of yours to good use.” I said, “Honey, I can get him into bed anytime I want. That isn’t the problem. Once he gets what he wants the spell wears off, he puts his pants back on and we are right back where we started.” Bernice said, “Then don’t give him what he wants. I’m going to send you some links to some websites. Do me a favor and don’t get offended by them. Read them and remind yourself that my husband hangs on me like he is afraid to be without me. He does anything I tell him and sex is only for my pleasure. Read the websites and give me a call back. I’ll send the e-mail right now.” I waited ten minutes and eagerly ran to my computer.
I was so glad she had warned me not to be offended because the first site that came up was an assault on my eyes. It was a photo of a woman dressed in black leather, she had high heel shoes on and had a heel dug into a man’s back. The man was lying helplessly pinned on the floor. Next to the photo was a drawing of a man’s penis squirting with the caption, “This shouldn’t happen until you command it.” I read the entire site. When I was finished I went back to the photo. I imagined what it would be like to have Darren helplessly sprawled on the floor as I dug my heels into his back. As I did this I found myself getting really aroused. The second site was a hypnotic domination site dedicated to unhappy housewives and unattractive women having trouble landing a man. I read on in fascination as woman after woman described how they had hypnotized and enslaved the man of their dreams. Website after website all had the same similar themes. Men were here to serve women and all we had to do was break their will to resist. I was now soaking wet and realized that these sites really appealed to me. I called Bernice back right away. She said, “Tell me honestly. Are you feeling nauseous or are you wet and dripping with sexual excitement?” I told her I was dripping with excitement. She said, “Great. I think every woman is naturally dominant if she hasn’t come to the realization that her man takes her for granted then she isn’t ready for these websites.” We spoke for the next hour or so and devised a plan to get him to my house and hypnotize him.
I called Darren at work and said, “Are you going to keep your promise and take your two daughters trick or treating tonight?” He said, “Of course I am. I am just surprised that you are giving up your opportunity to see the kids trick or treating.” He was right. In previous years I had insisted that he stay home to hand out candy so I could see the kids having fun. I quickly replied, “Things are different now that you don’t live here. The girls want to spend with their daddy.” There was an awkward silence as we both contemplated what divorce meant to the kids. I knew that if my plan worked the kids would never have to go through that. I went to the bedroom and prepared my witch costume for Darren’s arrival. I had purchased a low cut witch costume with fish net stockings. I did my hair, put on my makeup, sprayed Darren’s favorite perfume and put on the pendant I had purchased from the hypnosis website. I adjusted the chain so that the pendant hung halfway down into my exposed cleavage. Hopefully I would tease him enough so that he would accept my invitation to stay and chat after I got the girls into bed. He would think my intention was to seduce him but whatever reason he stayed didn’t matter to me just as long as he stayed.
Darren and I had met in college at a friend’s party. Darren’s friend had jokingly said, “I should introduce you to my friend Darren. He is a sucker for girls with big breasts. Don’t tell him I told you that or he’d kill me.” I hadn’t necessarily gone out for the evening dressed to kill but I had worn a tight fitting shirt. I have to laugh because the only reason it was tight fitting is because I had put on weight in college drinking wine coolers, eating junk food and not exercising. Darren was brought over to meet me and as soon as he saw me he I could tell he was very interested. It was actually kind of cute because he was trying so hard not to be rude and look at my breasts but he kept stealing glances when he thought I wouldn’t notice. No one was slow dancing that night but I wanted to use them to my advantage and push them up against him. Each time I did his whole body shuddered. By time the evening was over he had asked me out and had not only asked for my phone number but had given every way he could think of for me to get in touch with him. The rest is history. I had entered college as a nice perky C cup, had grown to a slightly plump D cup by time I met Darren but since the two kids I was a slightly overweight F cup. I had to specially order my bras off the internet. Darren hated that I had put on so much weight but when the bra came off the complaining stopped and his mouth quickly went to a nipple. Sex was never a problem in our marriage. We had a lack of communications and a lack of respect to overcome that I would put behind us when Darren arrived.
Darren came over to my house, our house, right after work with a change of clothes in his hands. He came up the walkway and as he caught sight of my costume he literally stopped and stared. Then he said, “Oh my gosh, you look awesome.” His eyes went exactly where I thought they would go and that was right where I wanted them. I ran my fingers down from my shoulders, along my breasts and flared my hands out while I said, “You like?” Darren stood there almost mesmerized by my costume. He would be easier than I thought. I walked towards him making sure my breasts bounced as I walked. I gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. I had sprayed the perfume between my breasts and on the inside of each forearm. I made sure I rubbed all three areas up against him so he would be reminded of me even as he took the kids out to get their candy. I stepped away, looked down at the bulge in his pants and smiled as I watched the effect I was having on him. He stood there like a pole; it was almost as if he was shocked I could still do this to him. Then our kids burst out the front door screaming “daddy, daddy.” All of a sudden he broke his gaze away from my breasts and shook his head as if he was trying to shake off the enchanted feeling he was under. I put one hand on my cleavage and said, “Darren, will you have a few minutes this evening to chat about your phone call from the other evening?” His eyes went back to my breasts and he shook his head yes. I said, “I didn’t hear you Darren. Will you have time for me?” This time he replied in a somewhat monotone voice, “Yes, I will have time.” He went into the bedroom to change his clothes and I quickly called Bernice to tell her what had happened so far. She said, “Oh honey, he will be so easy. It sounds like he went into a mild trance several times already. Don’t be nervous. You’ll do fine.”
I was nervous that the impact I had on Darren would wear off by time he got back from trick or treating but it hadn’t. When he got back he reminded me that we were going to chat before he went home instead of me having to remind him. We got the kids to bed and then he tried to kiss me. He said, “I have been thinking about you all evening. Let’s make love.” I said, “You don’t make love Darren. You have sex. I want to have our chat and then we’ll see if you get anything tonight.” I took the chain of the pendant in my hand and allowed the pendant to gently sway back and forth. Then I said, “I guess that means you liked my costume?” Darren’s eyes once again were glued to my breasts. He shook his head yes without saying anything. It was clear his mind and body were returning to where I had them before the kids had rushed him earlier this evening. I decided to start the induction. “I love this witches’ outfit and the way you look at me when I wear it. There is something so sexy about the way you seem completely incapable of looking away from my breasts. I would think after all these years of marriage you would be used to seeing them but there you sit glued to my cleavage and the lovely pendant I am wearing. You find it quite impossible to take your eyes off my breasts don’t you Darren?” He shook his head yes. His lips were slightly parted now and he had switched from nose breathing to mouth breathing. The hypnosis websites said this was a sign that my victim was already responding to my suggestions. I said, “You also find it quite impossible to take your eyes off my pendant. You love the way it swings so carelessly and lazily between my breasts. My pendant doesn’t have a care in the world and either do you. It is just so relaxing to stare at my breasts and watch the pendant swing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.” I kind of felt silly saying this stuff except I could see Darren was actually following the pendant and following my instructions. I continued, “As you continue to watch the pendant swing back and forth you notice a warm sleepy feeling enveloping your body and your mind. As pleasurable as it is to look at my big beautiful breasts and my captivating pendant you will notice that it is even more pleasurable to give into that sleepy feeling. Yes Darren, feel how sleepy my pendant makes you feel as it continues to swing back and forth. Each swing draws you deeper and deeper into its power causing you to become sleepier and sleepier, sleepier and sleepier. Your eyes are growing so heavy now and it is all you can do to hold them open. In fact you will notice that the harder you try to hold them open the heavier and heavier they will become. Don’t worry Darren, you can close your eyes and still picture my magnificent breasts in your mind. You can still listen to my soft soothing compelling voice as you close your eyes and drift off into a deep submissive sleep.” Darren’s eyes fluttered, he struggled to keep them open which seemed to make them flutter even more and then they closed. As his eyes closed he let out a sigh and his head slowly fell forward. He was out and it had been easier than I had thought it would be.
I had memorized the induction but needed my cheat sheet for the deepening part. I pulled out my notes and read them watching in fascination as Darren helplessly responded to everything. I said, “Darren, you have never been more relaxed and comfortable as you are right now. Isn’t that true?” He said yes in a slurred voice that sounded like he was drugged. I said, “You will refer to me as master. Is that clear?” My heart pounded as I said this because if he wasn’t truly under the author of the deepening script said he might awaken in a panic as he realized what was happening. Instead he just said, “Yes Master” without any hesitation. With that hurdle cleared I used the arm levitation technique. The hypnotist suggests to the subject that his arm will grow lighter and lighter and no matter how hard he tries he cannot keep it down on the table. This is designed to demonstrate how much control you have over your subject. Then you let out the helium and suggest as the arm descends towards the table the subject will fall deeper and deeper under your power. It worked like a charm. Darren could not stop his arm from going up and as it descended it was almost as if his will melting away took on physical characteristics. When his arm hit the table his head slumped forward and his body completely gave way to its own weight. It was time to reclaim my husband but under my terms.
I walked over to his side of the table and said, “Darren, you are deeply hypnotized and will obey me without question. My words become your thoughts and my words can eliminate thoughts I do not agree with. Do you understand my submissive husband?” Again he replied with a slurred “Yes Master.” I was so excited to see my man helpless before me just like on the websites. I said, “When you awaken you will no longer have any desire for a divorce. A divorce from me would devastate you. I am your goddess, I am your dream woman, I am the reason you wake up in the morning and a day without your goddess wife is like a day in hell. You find me so intoxicating, so beautiful, so incredibly irresistible that you feel completely submissive to me at all times. No matter what I want, no matter what I ask all you can do is obey and submit to my will. You will also notice that when you submit to me you become sexually aroused and very happy. This only increases your desire to submit to me more. I am the first priority in your life and your first goal is my happiness. Your second priority is your two daughters with your second goal being their happiness. The more you do to satisfy these two goals the happier you are. Is that clear Darren?” He said, “Yes Master” and as he did a smile drew across his face and he started to get hard. My suggestions were already taking hold. I said, “When you awaken I will still be holding the pendant and you will believe we have just sat down to start our conversation. Only this time you will not be sitting down to discuss our divorce but will begin pleading with me and begging me to take you back. I will count to ten and when I reach the number 10 your eyes will open and you will be fully awake. You will have no memory of being hypnotized. However, if I swing my pendant between my breasts and tell you that Darren is a good boy your mind will immediately return to this hypnotic trance.” I counted to 10 and watched Darren awaken with a confused look on his face. He glanced down at his watch and said, “Wow, it is later than I thought. Let’s get down to the real reason I wanted to speak with you this evening.”
Darren had a serious look on his face and my heart sunk as I thought for a moment that I had done nothing but put him to sleep and then wake him up. He looked at my cleavage for a moment, looked at the pendant for a moment and then said in a serious voice, “Would you mind if I got up for a moment?” I nervously replied yes and then watched as he came over to my chair. Darren suddenly dropped to the ground at my feet and began kissing them. He begged me not to leave him and told me I was his whole life and he couldn’t imagine another day on this earth without me. It had worked! I watched in utter fascination as he groveled at my feet literally kissing them and begging me to keep him. I said, “If you want me back we need to make a few changes in our marriage.” He said, “Anything, I will do anything for my goddess.” I said, “Go to our bedroom, get undressed and wait for me. I want you on your knees on the floor waiting for me to come in. Now go.” I watched him as he eagerly went off to the bedroom. I ripped off the witch outfit and put on the black leather dominatrix outfit. It was a perfect copycat of the one I had seen on the website. I put on the high heels, grabbed my miniature leather whip and followed my poor unsuspecting husband to the bedroom. When I opened the door he was on the floor, on his knees with a raging erection. It was good to see how aroused he got when he submitted to me because he was about to do a whole lot of submitting. I put my heel on his chest and pushed him back hard. He fell back onto his back and I dug my heel into his chest. I felt just like the woman in the picture. I said, “You were very naughty asking me for a divorce. Now you will prove to me that you wish to serve me and be mine for the rest of your life. Anytime you are naughty and displease me you will be punished. Is that clear?” Darren said, “Yes my goddess. Anything for you.” His penis grew even harder. I said, “Get on your hands and knees and don’t you dare cry out or I’ll whip you harder.” I took the whip out and began to gingerly hit him with it. As the years of him ignoring me for a football game, of cumming and falling asleep without giving me any pleasure, of missed parent/teacher conferences and all the other neglect came into my mind the soft gingerly hits turned into rage filled swings that turned his ass red and even drew blood. He whimpered and tears ran down his face but he did not cry out. I felt a surge of power I had never felt before. My husband was helpless and I could make him do anything or endure anything. Then I noticed he was even more aroused than ever. Bernice had said all men wish to be controlled and I was now beginning to think she was right. I said, “Now get on your back and when I squat down in front of you I want my pussy licked.” I squatted down and Darren went to work giving me pleasure. The excitement had built up for so long that I was soaking his face with my juices in no time. When I was done with my kicks I said, “Now stand up and masturbate for me. No matter how good it feels you cannot orgasm without my permission. Now do it.”
Darren obeyed me and masturbated feverishly while I watched him squirm. His eyes begged me to allow him to cum but I was just stretching my wings and learning to fly with my found domination of my husband. I came up behind him and said, “Don’t cum or else” and began to kiss his neck and play with his chest. I watched him in the mirror as his body started to bend and contort from the pain and pleasure. Then I stepped in front of him and said, “You can cum or you can give me more pleasure. What would you like?” Darren said, “I only wish to give you more pleasure.” Again I couldn’t help but smile as I realized how incredibly submissive he was now. His body ached for release and yet when given the choice he wanted me to have pleasure first. I said, “You know what gives me real pleasure is seeing my husband clean my kitchen for me. Go and do as your told.” He looked sad by my decision but quickly responded with a “Yes my goddess” as he headed towards the kitchen. When he was finished he came back to the bedroom and stood there obediently waiting for my next command. I decided to ultimately test my power. I said, “You may finish yourself off with one condition. To prove to me that you are truly sorry for wanting a divorce and that you have realized how special I am to you I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?” Darren dropped to his knees and said, “Yes, oh my gosh yes, I will do anything for you. Life without you is like hell on earth.” I said, “I want you to cum into your hand and lick the cum off. When it is all gone you will lick my pussy until I cum and then we will go to bed.” He looked down at me with pleading eyes as if to say please don’t make me do this. I waited for a second and then said, “I thought you liked submitting to me Darren.” He suddenly started beating his meat and ejaculated a ton of cum into his own hand. Without hesitation he eagerly licked it all up and then dropped to his knees to lick my pussy again. As his face neared my pussy I grabbed the back of his head and said, “Who do you live for?” He said, “I live for you and for the kids.” I said, “What a good submissive husband. You may continue.” As the pleasure moved up my body I leaned back and swam in the pleasure and the power I had over my husband.