Jane could tell she had fucked up. Marshall was studiously avoiding her gaze, but she could see the dull anger in his eyes and it scared her. She had only seen him this angry once before, not at her thankfully, and that had ended badly for everyone involved. Fortunately Marshall hadn't permanently hurt the guy, but it was close.

She couldn't believe she had let something this small escalate into something this big. It would have been so easy to take care of Marshall's request, but she kept putting it off and now he was pissed. If she had realized how important it was to him she would have done it right away, but it was too late now. It was time to make amends.

Reaching for his fly, Jane unzipped Marshall's jeans and reached in with her small, beautifully sculpted hand. With practiced ease she drew his slowly stiffening cock out and sucked it deep into her mouth. Marshall might be mad as hell, but he was still a man and Jane knew how to give an incredible blowjob. The mixture of her head bobbing up and down on him while her ass swayed happily back and forth would no doubt erase this affront from Marshall's mind in record time. In fact, she might even get him to forgive her before he came so that she could climb up and slide his dick into her already dampening pussy, and get herself off too. Jane just had to wait for the inevitable moment when his body relaxed. When he gave his energy to her ministrations and let all of his tension go.

She also knew it drove him wild when she looked him straight in the eye as she sucked him, so Jane risked a glance up towards her handsome mate. He was 6 feet tall and lean, though muscular. She hated the gym rat types that seemed to bulge everywhere. She preferred something more, human. Marshall's body was as supple as a man's could be while still retaining a definite masculinity and she loved the fact that he could spank her ass and stroke her as gently as a breeze all within a moment. Of course, she brought plenty to their physical relationship too. Breasts that were a firm C, with nipples that just loved to stand up and show off. Her waist and ass formed the perfect curve into her slim legs. At 5'4" her body was an indisputable package of pure sex appeal when she chose to play it for that. She wasn't exactly an exhibitionist. Marshall was a much greater fan of public sex than she was and he would have preferred she went out in a skirt with no panties far more often than she agreed to, but Jane did love her body and was not averse to prancing naked in front of her lighted windows occasionally for all to see.

Right at this moment, though, Jane had to admit Marshall had a look on his face that she didn't recognize. It was strangely disquieting, the darkly curious way he seemed to be regarding her. It didn't appear that her current actions were getting the job done, and she was just about to give up in disgust when Marshall moved her mouth off of him and got up abruptly. Jane looked on in disbelief as he disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. This was most definitely not normal.

It took her a moment to get her bearings back, but then she saw what was lying on the ground. Apparently as Marshall passed the bookcase he had tossed the book on the ground. She smiled. He could be so predictable, so juvenile, and so easy to understand when she found the right way to look at things. He had already forgiven her, of course. It wasn't like Marshall to hold a grudge. Nevertheless, he was going to insist on exercising one of his sexual kinks before he admitted forgiveness had come.

The book on the ground had a very simple title, "Hypnosis For Beginners". Jane was well familiar with it. About a year ago Marshall had become intrigued with hypnosis and began studying it at length. He had even brought her under a number of times, and while Jane didn't feel that she had gone deeply into trance, she had to admit that something had happened those few times. It was always relaxing anyway.

She also knew that Marshall was developing a growing interest in hypno-erotica, having long ago bookmarked the Erotic Mind-Control Archive in his Internet browser. None of this particularly interested Jane, she really didn't care for the idea of surrendering complete control to someone, but she figured it was harmless enough. Now it appeared that she was going to have to become Marshall's hypnotized sex slave, at least pretend to be that is, in order to get him to relent from his fury. So be it. She had always wanted to be an actress, so here was her chance to prove she had the chops for it. Jane decided right then and there that Marshall was about to get the best damned hypnotized sex slave that any man could ever ask for, through the rest of the afternoon at least. Maybe into the evening too she thought with a sly smile. Reaching for the doorknob, Jane entered the room.

Marshall was standing against the far wall with his back to her. A little overly dramatic she thought, but it was his game. She took a seat in the chair in the middle of the floor, assuming it was for her. Sitting back comfortably she realized that Marshall had affixed a beautiful crystal so that it hung just above her eye level, about 5 feet away from where she sat. She almost laughed at that B-movie item, but not wanting to blow what were still tenuous negotiations, she simply stared on, noting that the crystal was undeniably lovely, no matter what it's purpose.

Jane wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there, staring at the crystal, when she realized that somehow it had begun to sway very gently. She wasn't sure if it was from a breeze, or if Marshall was swinging it. She noticed disinterestedly that he had moved into her peripheral vision by this time. Either way though, she loved the way the light was glinting and playing off the smooth, lustrous surface of the crystal. At this point, almost as smooth as the slow swaying of the gem, Jane heard Marshall's words flowing in. Here it came at last. His hypnotic spiel, taking her farther and farther down into trance. Honestly, though, what he was saying was really quite boring, and she was much more interested in watching the crystal swing gently back and forth.

Jane couldn't remember a time when she had felt more relaxed. Then Marshall's words caught her. He said something about being on a beach and the warm, hot sun shining on her body. Her body that was so free and beautiful, but so constricted by her frumpy, uncomfortable clothes. Clearly he wanted her to strip. Jane considered making him wait a bit, but found that she was already stripping everything off. Might as well play along she figured. Besides, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her imagination was definitely up to the acting task. She really could feel that sun on her skin, and damn it felt good now that she had shed her clothing and simply stood naked and proud.

Next Marshall told her to lean over onto the bed so that he could look at her ass. Typical, because she knew he was absolutely obsessed with it. Feeling a surge of pride, she bent over, keeping her waist straight and jutting her butt straight back. She felt Marshall's hands on her then, and they felt wonderful. It was then that he told her she was to get wetter than she'd ever been before. This was going to be tough to fake, since arousal didn't just turn on and off like a faucet (as the saying goes), but Jane was pleasantly surprised to find that the situation itself had her so hot that she soon felt a rush of warm, familiar wetness between her thighs and spilling down her legs. Considering how unbelievably horny Jane was getting, she found it hard to believe that her legs didn't seem to be tiring in this position at all, but who was she to dwell on a spot of good fortune.

Marshall's hands were now running up and down her thighs and in between her legs, seeming intent on gathering every last drop of her womanly flow. He began spreading it all over her backside, making sure to apply it generously between the cheeks of her ass. He then told her that he was going to slide a finger into her ass and that it would feel incredibly good. That was unlikely Jane thought. She figured he would use the hypnosis fantasy to explore her ass, and she was prepared to let him finger it, but not fuck her there. Enjoying it was a whole different story, however. She would endure it, yes, but enjoy it, no.

Except that she felt his index finger slowly push it's way in and the sensation nearly bowled her over. Wow! She had come to enjoy his occasional caressing of her ass when she was relaxed enough to focus on the sensation, but it never occurred to her that penetration could feel this fucking good. Jane wasn't sure how much more of this she could take without passing flat out from the joy of it. She even found that she was pushing back against his hand, trying to take him deeper into her. This was when Jane felt Marshall press a large dildo into her hand.

It felt to be about 8" long and at least 2" thick. This was not one of her own dildo's, as Jane tended to prefer slight to medium sized mechanics, choosing not to stretch herself to uncomfortable lengths just to fulfill a male fantasy of how she should want to feel. Jane wasn't even sure she could take the beast in, after all, Marshall certainly knew what he was doing with his cock, in fact it seemed downright magical at times, but his confident 5" was a far cry from the behemoth she now held.

Almost of its own volition, though, her hand guided the giant dildo to the lips of her sopping wet entrance and began to rub the head up and down her swollen lips. It felt so good she was nearly breathless. Between the sensations of the dildo rubbing her pussy and clit, and Marshall's fingers (fingers?) working their way in and out of her ass, Jane was on the verge of the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

In the space of what seemed like moments Jane thrust the cock-like dildo all the way into her depths, while she felt Marshall pressing his wonderfully warm, flesh and blood dick up against her ass. She knew that earlier that day she would have said "no" immediately to the thought of it, but Jane was not a woman to second guess her own physical sensations and without a moments hesitation she pushed her ass back against Marshall and felt the overwhelming sensation of being deliciously filled. For a moment she just paused, savoring the feeling of the two cocks resting inside her, pulsing against each other through the thin wall of skin and nerves dividing them. Then she was thrusting against them, or they were thrusting against her, she lost track. What was clear was that her orgasm was approaching fast and it was going to be incredible. For long moments Jane hung on the edge, sure that she was going to go over but not quite getting there. Suddenly, she felt Marshall's cock flood her ass with cum and Jane screamed louder than she had already (and she just realized that had been a lot). Her whole body shook convulsively as an orgasm that seemed godlike ripped through every fiber of Jane's body and left her shaking with pleasure, desire and an unchecked lust that she had not experienced since her first fumbling teenage years.

Turning around she smiled at Marshall, and felt a warm surge of happiness that he was smiling at her and telling her what a good little slut she was. Perhaps the language was a bit coarse, but that was OK. It might be all right being Marshall's little slut every once in a while. A thought struck her from nowhere, but Jane liked it so she decided to go with it to really fulfill this fantasy for Marshall. Taking him by his semi-hard penis she said, "Let me clean this for you, Master," and led him to the bathroom, where she used a warm wet cloth to wash him clean, and then used her mouth to get him hard and bring him off again. The taste of cum in her mouth wasn't her favorite, but it appeared to be all right this time. In fact it was pretty tasty. Maybe Marshall had changed his diet.

Calling him Master had been an adlib, but Jane kind of liked the sound of it. Maybe for the time being she'd continue to use it affectionately. Particularly if Marshall was going to keep on calling her slut and cum whore and things like that. He could be so cute sometimes.

Jane then noticed that Marshall was counting, 1, 2, 3...snap! It shocked her a little for some reason, but she found herself feeling quite refreshed and as happy as she'd ever been. She snuggled up to Marshall on their couch.

"Did you enjoy your fantasy?" she asked.

"Yes, I did," he replied.

Jane noticed he had a strange smile on his face, like he knew something she didn't. Normally that might bother her, but she decided it was too much trouble and just put it out of her mind.

"What would you like to do for the rest of the evening?" Jane inquired.

"Play with my new toy."

Jane had no idea what Marshall meant by that, and she didn't even really care since she was staring at the most beautiful crystal over on the entertainment center. Marshall would prattle on for so long sometimes, but that was OK. If she kept getting wetter between her legs she'd have plenty for him to concentrate on other than repeating boring phrases soon enough...