Taken Opportunity
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We’d first met online a few years ago when Aaron had responded to a ‘come and get me’ call I’d put out. I hypnotised him and his partner (now wife) Laura online (by text) then and in the intervening period we’d had a handful of similar sessions. The story of the ‘Missed Opportunity’ is in my blog somewhere – you can read all about it there.
It had been a while since I’d heard from either of them, so when Laura’s message appeared – “We’ll be in London next week, can we meet?” – I smiled. During our previous interactions, she’d grown into the role I’d cast her in: the watch-wearing Domme, using the triggers I’d installed in Aaron to amuse herself, to dominate him, to experiment.
But I knew the truth was that she wanted more. She could control him easily – and she enjoyed it – but what she longed for was to be freed. To let go. To be guided by a man who knew what she needed better than she could say out loud. Aaron wanted it too. He wanted to see her abandon control, surrender completely, even as he sat bound, hypnotically frozen, forced to watch and feel. They were made for each other… and for me.
We met for dinner in their hotel. They looked like the perfect everyday couple: Aaron eager, nervous, eyes darting between us; Laura radiant, warm, self-assured… but when I caught sight of her bold gold watch, gleaming on her wrist as she lifted her glass, the undercurrent surged. That watch was more than jewellery. It was power.
Dinner was… an experience! It started off normal enough: we talked, laughed, let the surface chatter run its course. But I noticed the way Laura toyed with her watch, the way she glanced at me when Aaron wasn’t looking.
Then, after we’d finished the main course and were debating dessert, she smirked and twisted the strap round; the face pressed against the inside of her wrist. A gesture we all understood.
She leaned toward Aaron and in that casual girl-next-door tone, said: “Fold your napkin neatly under your plate.”
He did it instantly, eyes hazy, body compliant.
She laughed, then pushed further.
“Sip your water… with your left hand.”
He obeyed again, no thought, no pause. Just naturally, as if it were his idea. As if he weren’t even aware he’d been told to do it.
She turned to me, eyes sparkling with delight. “It’s still perfect,” she murmured. “Every time. Aaron, undo your pants and take your cock out.” I nearly spat out my wine! Her voice was so casual and matter of fact and Aaron’s actions mirrored this perfectly: casually unzipping his flies and releasing his penis beneath the table. “Good boy. You can put it away now dear.” She kissed her fingers to her lips then pressed them against his cock as he casually and obliviously obeyed, returning her watch to its normal, ‘stand-by’ position.
I could see the thrill in her, but I could also sense the limit. She was showing me how deep my programming ran. But she didn’t want to be the one pulling all the strings tonight. She wanted me to take that power back and use it on her.
That thought aroused me more than I cared to admit.
It wasn’t long before we made our way up to Aaron and Laurs’s room. I positioned Aaron in the chair. Laura sat behind me on the bed, still twisting the watch. She knew she could command him with a glance – she’d done it countless times before. But her voice trembled as she leant forward and whispered:
“I don’t want to tell him what to do tonight. I want you to tell me.”That was the key. She didn’t want to be the one in charge, not here. She wanted to be free to feel, to be taken.
“Aaron, stand up a sec… look at me. Take a deep breath… and SLEEP!” I snapped my fingers and lowered him back into the chair.
“That’s it. Eyes closed, body heavy, mind open.” He slumped into the chair, deeply hypnotised.
“Come up again for a second. Watching my fingers…” He opened his eyes and I fluttered my fingers in front of him moving them upwards until they were above his head and his eyes were staring backwards, his gaze attempting to bore through the top of his skull. I dropped my hand rapidly and snapped my fingers: “SLEEP!”
Aaron slumped back down, his chin dropping to his chest. “Good boy. Allow yourself to go a thousand times deeper, more hypnotised, more open to my suggestions. You’re going to experience everything you want to. So just let that thought run around in your head as you allow what unfolds to unfold. But first, open your eyes and look at Laura.”
He did as he was instructed. “Tell him what the only thing you want him to do tonight is, Laura” I commanded.
She instinctively twisted her watch round as was so natural and normal for her now: “do everything he says. Sit still… frozen… helpless. Just watch. Enjoy and don’t interrupt.”
“Good girl, Laura. Look at me Aaron…” his glazed eyes looked up helplessly… “SLEEP!” I snapped my fingers and he dropped back down. “Allow yourself to get comfortable. Allow your mind to drift where it will, each breath taking you deeper. You’re going to get everything you’ve always wanted tonight, so you can just sit back and enjoy it. The next time I tell you to open your eyes and ‘watch’ you’ll find that you won’t be able to move, you’ll remain comfortable in that chair, watching everything that happens before you, feeling it and experiencing it as if it were happening to you, but unable to move, to speak, to react. You can only watch. Do you understand, Aaron, and are you willing, able and ready to accept this suggestion?”
He nodded, as I knew he would. “Good boy. Now just let yourself relax and go deeper for the next few minutes as I chat with Laura. There’s nothing you need to do, just drift deeper for me with each beat of your heart and every breath you take.”
I turned to Laura, sitting beside her on the bed. “Good girl, Laura. Every time you feel the weight of that watch on your wrist, you’ll remember the control you’ve always had. But tonight, that weight is mine. My voice. My hands. My cock.” I gently turned her watch back on her wrist the right way round as I spoke. “You’re not the one giving permission. You’re the one being given permission. To feel. To crave. To let go.”
Her breath caught. She nodded slowly, as if some part of her had been waiting years for those words.“So take a deep breath now… and SLEEP!” I snapped my fingers and Laura fell forward into my arms like a rag doll. I whispered hypnotic instructions and deepeners closely into her ear as I held her, programming her for what was about to happen.
“You’ve always known how powerful you are. You’ve controlled him with your watch for years. But tonight, you don’t have to control. Tonight, you’re allowed to be free. Every little tool I gave you before now binds you to me. Every time you notice the weight of your watch, it reminds you that I’m in charge, that I’m the one giving you permission to let go. You don’t have to decide what to do, you just do what I tell you. Automatic. Natural. Obedient to your own desire. Following your instincts without pause or thought. Every kiss, every touch, every taste you give… it’s also what you’re taking. Your pleasure and mine are intertwined now. Don’t have to think. Just obey the part of you that’s always wanted this. Let me take you there. Let me rewire your body: your nipples are your clit now. Every touch is like lightning between your legs. When you take me in your mouth, you’ll feel it as if I’m inside you. Every bob of your head, every inch you take, makes you wetter, hungrier, needier. Every time you hear me call you a ‘good girl’, another wave of pleasure courses through your body…”
On and on, programming her, deeply, tying her instincts to her pleasure… and mine… “And when you’re ready, willing and able to accept these suggestions, you can simply open your eyes, stare deeply into mine and tell me who you belong to now. Then you can relax back on to the bed as I go and get Aaron ready”.
I held her a moment longer before she pushed herself back, gazed up into my eyes, raised her hand to hold me chin and whispered “I am yours now” before biting my bottom lip and drifting back down on to the bed, still and deeply hypnotised once again.
I walked over to Aaron, touching him on the shoulder.“Aaron, in a moment I’m going to allow you to open your eyes so that you can see what’s happening, but you will remain deeply hypnotised. You’re bound in place, frozen, but your cock is aching. You’ll stay desperate, helpless, until Laura is fully satisfied and I choose to let her release you. You can’t move. You can only look. Every time you notice her watch that usually controls you, your arousal doubles. It’s a reminder that she belongs to me in this moment and you can only sit there and let it happen. Seeing her surrender to me is your purpose. It’s what you’ve always wanted. Every moan she makes drives you deeper into trance, makes you harder, makes you ache even more but you cannot cum until I choose to let Laura let you. Not until she and I have been fully, utterly, completely pleasured. Now, open your eyes and… watch.”
Aaron’s eyes opened and he was motionless in the chair. Laura was still lying on the bed and I stood between them.
“Laura, my pet.” She sat bolt upright. “Good girl… every time you hear those words, you feel that pulse of pleasurable heat run through your body.”
“Take off your shoes.” She did, of course. “Good girl. Now kneel at the end of the bed. Back straight. Hands resting on your thighs.”
Laura crawled to the edge of the bed, blouse already half-open, hair falling over her shoulders. She wasn’t the watch-wielding Domme now; she was trembling, waiting for instruction. The tiny catch of breath in her throat betrayed how much she was already slipping.
“Undo your blouse,” I murmured. “Slowly. Let him watch you obey me.”
She glanced at Aaron, cheeks flushing as she unfastened each button. The gold watch on her wrist catching the lamplight with every movement.
“Crawl to me and kiss my hand.” She did, eyes lowering, lips pressing to my skin. Every time I said “good girl” she shuddered, a pulse running through her body.
I circled behind her, hands brushing her shoulders, standing side on to her transfixed husband. “Look at Aaron while you unfasten my belt,” I whispered, “he feels every touch you give me.”
Laura’s fingers trembled as she undid the buckle; Aaron’s jaw slackened, breath coming harder, but he stayed frozen.
I snapped my fingers.
“SLEEP!”
Laura slumped forward against me, limp, her breath shallow. I bent close to her ear, my voice a slow pulse.
“Deeper… every time I drop you, you go further. We need to get everything ready first. In a moment, when I say the word ‘maid’, you’ll become someone else. You won’t act it, you will be it. You’ll slip into that persona so naturally. Automatic. Effortless. You won’t even know it’s hypnosis – it is just real. Just you.”
I raised her chin, whispered “wake” and led her towards the door. Aaron’s eyes followed.
“And now… the *maid* comes in to prepare the room.”Laura blinked, straightened, her posture changing as she buttoned up her blouse all the way to the top, something I’d never seen her do. She looked around as if seeing the room for the first time. “Good evening,” she sang in a softer voice. “I’m here to turn down your room…”
“Excellent.” I said, as she began to turn the bed down, removing the throw and the cushions, setting the light; busying herself efficiently as if this were her usual job.
“What else can I do for you, Sir?”
“My friend in the chair there has been motionless for a while, he’s getting a bit dusty. Would you mind?”
“Of course.” Laura bustled over to Aaron and started dusting him with her hand! It was all I could do not to laugh as she patted and brushed him down all over, but of course he couldn’t move.
“Bit of something there between his legs, I think… probably needs a bit of a scrub.” She spat on her hand and vigorously rubbed his crotch.
“Anything else I can do for you, Sir?”
“I think you’ve missed something important… *nice watch by the way*… something else that’s half done that could do with a bit of a…”
Laura looked down at my unbuckled belt and back at me, lust in her eyes. “Of course”. She knelt down and unzipped my flies, pulling my trousers and underwear down to inspect my cock. She spat into her hand: “it’s very dirty, Sir”, she said in her sing-song maid’s voice as she began to rub her moistened hand all over it, “needs a good clean”. She licked the underside and around the head before taking it deep into her mouth, her body shaking as did so, the earlier suggestions taking their course as she let out an uncontrollable moan.
Aaron’s fingers flexed but his body stayed bound by suggestion, watching his wife obediently playing the maid under my orders.
As we were both getting closer to the edge I lightly touched her forehead…
“SLEEP!”
Her body went slack again. I withdrew, did myself up and bent to her ear.
“The next time you wake, you won’t be Laura the wife. You won’t be Laura the maid. You’ll be pure instinct. Pure hunger. No hesitation, no thought. You’ll take what you want without asking. You’ll show Aaron what your desire really looks like.”
I snapped my fingers and Laura’s eyes opened, she smiled slowly, wickedly, as if something deep inside her wanted to put on a show of who she really was.
Without a word, she took my hand and guided me backwards until I was sitting on the bed. Then she stepped back, standing tall before me. The gold watch still gleamed on her wrist, the symbol of everything she had been and everything she was becoming.
Her hands moved to her blouse. One button, then another, then another – each undone with a deliberate pause, each one revealed to me and, across the room, to Aaron’s helpless gaze. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Her eyes never left mine as she turned, sliding down the zipper of her skirt. The fabric fell in a hush around her ankles. She stepped free and let her fingertips trail across her bare skin, as though rediscovering her own body.
“Good girl,” I murmured and she shivered, swaying her hips as if to underline the words.
She reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it slip down her arms and drop, then slowly rolled down her panties, bending at the waist, her watch flashing in the dim light, her pendant dangling freely in front of her. Naked now, she straightened, head high, eyes blazing.Then, as if a switch had been thrown, her composure cracked into something feral. A growl caught in her throat. She pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me with a sudden urgency, clawing at your shirt, angrily ripping down the trousers she’d already had off. The striptease had been her last act of control and now she surrendered fully to the animal instinct I had awakened.
Her movements became wild, hungry, unrestrained. She bit at my lip, clawed at your chest, eyes darting once to Aaron, frozen and aching, making sure he was witnessing every second.
She moved like a predator. Stripping me naked and pinning my hands above my head. She thrust a breast into my mouth and I instinctively licked, sucked and bit at her nipple. She moaned, feeling it in her clit as she reached back to grab my cock, guiding it as she lowered herself down, holding me so I couldn’t move as she took what she wanted. Her watch glinted with every thrust, every grind, every hungry motion – no longer her tool of dominance, but the symbol of her surrender.
Aaron sat frozen, every nerve mirroring what he saw, but unable to move. Laura’s movements grew wilder, freer, as if every suggestion I’d planted had melted into raw instinct.
Her body glistened and her breath quickened as I felt her pussy pulsate and contract once again, her back arching as she released another primal moan. I was so close to exploding: this had to stop, at least for a moment.
“SLEEP!”
Mid thrust she slumped down on top of me: I was still inside her. Her head by my side I whispered some final instructions.
“Wake. Good girl”.
The frenzy had subsided but the lust remained. Laura looked deep into my eyes and began to kiss my neck, then down my body as I lay on the bed. Running her hands down the arms that moments previously had been pinned above my head. Flicking, sucking and biting my nipples as she ran her hand between my legs. I shifted. She continued to slide down and once again took my cock in her mouth and began to ride it. In an instant she was cumming again, the strength of my suggestions proving their worth. She slid a finger behind me and thrust it in, right into that particular spot deep inside. I could no longer control myself – my back arched as I exploded into her mouth.
She stood up, looking at me. I nodded. She made her way over to Aaron, twisting her watch round as she did, and kissed him. “Now swallow” she told him. What else could he do?
Laura climbed back into bed beside me and I held her steady.
“Laura…” my voice was voice low and calm, albeit slightly breathless, “SLEEP! Tonight you’ve discovered how free you can be when you obey. Every time you feel your watch on your wrist, you’ll remember this freedom, this confidence, this power you have to choose when to let go and obey and when to take charge and control.”
I sat up a little and turned to Aaron.“Aaron… SLEEP!” As my fingers snapped, his eyes closed and he sank back into the chair. “You’ve got what you wanted. A wife who is perfect for you, who allows you to watch her surrender, and then takes control when she wants. As you both continue to notice the watch and reflect on its power and influence over you, remember how wonderful these feelings are. This is only the beginning.”
Laura’s head rested against my chest, Aaron’s eyes stayed closed as he drifted off into a natural sleep, the room still charged with the after-echo of my words and the night’s events.
The pale light of morning filled the hotel room. Laura stirred against me, the weight of her watch pressing into me side. Aaron still slept in the chair, his need obvious after a night of denial.
I brushed Laura’s cheek and whispered into her ear, my tone calm but commanding:
“Laura… you’ve done well. But Aaron deserves his release. You’re going to give it to him… in the way you know best. When you twist your watch, you’ll slip back into your old role, the watch-Domme he’s always obeyed. You’ll control him with your words, your tone, your presence. But remember: everything you do comes from me. My voice. My hands. My desire. You’re not giving him release – you’re delivering mine through him.”Her eyes fluttered. She nodded and almost without thinking her fingers turned the watch on her wrist. The shift was instant. Shoulders back, eyes bright with command, she rose from the bed and crossed to Aaron.
“Look at me,” she said, her voice steady, carrying that subtle girl-next-door dominance that had always undone him. His head jerked up, eyes locking on to her watch.
“You’ve waited,” she told him. “You’ve watched. You’ve felt everything without moving. Now it’s time. Listen carefully…” she whispered hypnotic instructions into his ear…. “you will release when I say so and not a moment sooner. Do you understand?”
“Yes…” Aaron whispered, voice broken.
“Good boy,” she smiled and the phrase hit him like a blow.
She let the silence stretch, then leaned close and gave him his final command. His whole body quivered, poised on the edge, obeying her without question.
Without looking back, she returned to me. Crawled up on to the bed, her lips parting, her eyes full of the programming I’d given her, transfixed on mine.As she took me into her mouth once again, her body trembled as though she were being filled in every possible way. Every movement, every bob of her head made her shudder as if I were inside her – her nipples, her clit, every nerve lit with pleasure by my design.
Aaron groaned from the chair, helpless, his body convulsing as if it were him she was pleasuring – her hypnosis and conditioning of him was so deeply ingrained. Each movement of her mouth on me translated to his cock, each gasp of hers doubling his urgency. He could not stop it, could not hold back – the hypnotic chain binding all three of us together.
Laura moaned as I stroked her hair, every “good girl” flooding her body with waves of pleasure. Aaron’s eyes rolled back, his body surrendering at last to the release he’d been denied all night. And me, watching them both, feeling her surrender and his helpless obedience converging on me; I finally let go once again.
The three of us came together – Laura under my control, Aaron under hers, and me at the centre, the architect of every wave, every tremor, every shuddering climax.
Laura swallowed and slumped against my thigh, panting. Aaron sagged in his chair, spent but still entranced, his eyes glassy. I smiled, brushing a finger against Laura’s watch.
“Good girl.” Laura shuddered.
The work was done. The seeds planted. The watch glittered on Laura’s wrist, a perfect circle closed, complete, and waiting to be turned again.