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It was one of a list of criticisms he voiced in complaint since she had phoned telling him she was leaving. The trip to the sub office was going well and Jim would soon be returning home, only to an empty apartment, which he wasn't looking forward to. Angus French maid wife sex stories patiently half listened to the French maid wife sex stories while they worked. With a smile on his face he told Jim.

Last year she went to a hypnotist to help give up smoking. To save him hypnotising her French maid wife sex stories scratch each session he used a phrase to put her into a hypnotic state. He calls it a password. I found it out and have been using it to add my own instructions. French maid wife sex stories felt the embarrassment creep upon them both. He didn't now the man well only arriving from head office a few days ago, yet they seemed to be getting on, but it occurred to French maid wife sex stories this might be a set-up.

He might as well see where this Big natural tits public beach going and with a little encouragement Angus continued. I suggested she was itchy wearing tights and shouldn't wear them.

After that worked I suggested she felt uncomfortable not wearing anything on her legs, so obviously, she started to wear stockings - those stay up ones, you know with elasticised tops. I suggested they might fall down leaving her embarrassed in a supermarket. To avoid the embarrassment she should French maid wife sex stories them up with suspenders.

After sometime repeating it all, she's now taken to wearing stockings and suspenders all the time. Well worth the trouble I'd say. Do you have more plans for her? Perhaps you could give me some hints for my next girlfriend. So I could get her to give in to some little whim or other. You can't just tell her to do something she wouldn't normally do. You would have to build up to it with lots of little commands.

It's tricky. How do I get her hypnotised to start it all off? Angus was enthusiastic with the chance to share this new found game with someone so wrote down the number of the hypnotist. How could I get her to go?

He merely wanted to find out what Angus had been up to since he was so enthusiastic about it. After all women always want to improve their figure. That's something I'm working on with Melody. He had to join her eating only carbohydrates or not eating them, avoiding fat as though it were a demon or subsisting on vegetables.

Seeing Jim was taking it seriously he decided to make him an offer. Before Angus could take back the suggestion Jim agreed. Perhaps you could help with me out with the next girlfriend. Not wishing to return home this seemed like an amusing diversion to what would have been a lonely weekend. Next day was Friday and the end of the day had arrived after many conversations, which intrigued Jim to distraction. He was looking forward to this demonstration that Angus was just as eagerly planning.

When Melody walked into the lounge it was she that looked out of place, significantly. In the conservatively fashioned home there stood a dream of womanhood that any man would lust over.

Angus was around forty yet this woman looked a young thirty something. Long dark hair flowed over bare shoulders and under the fringe were long eyelashes, French maid wife sex stories pretty little nose and wide full lips. What struck him most were French maid wife sex stories clothes. It was a French maids outfit, low cut with a very short hem.

So perhaps Angus had achieved all that he had boasted about. With his coat neatly folded over her arm Melody asked, "What would you like to drink, sir. He was sure she gave a slight curtsey before disappearing with the coat.

It's worth a little trouble setting things up to achieve such a co-operative wife. Don't you think? Jim noticed the gleam in his eye as though he were showing off a new sports car. She doesn't behave as though she were in a trance yet I can see what you have achieved and I'm impressed. When she walked back into the lounge with drinks their conversation stopped with Jim in mid sentence too embarrassed to continue. For you, Sir, a beer. For you, Sir, a martini.

When she bent over him it looked as though the huge breasts were about to swing forward right out of the dress into his face. He was excited, intrigued and embarrassed all at the same time. His wife was in the room while Angus continued to discuss her though Jim felt unable to join in the conversation being too self-conscious.

That's right lift the dress up. Without the slightest hesitation at all she lifted the hem with both hands, showing them both a pair of tight black suspenders over pale white thighs, holding up a pair of sheer stockings. Her legs were long and shapely he thought, but it was the glimpse of black panties that really caught his eye, which he tried French maid wife sex stories ignore out of a sense of decorum before Angus.

At twenty-six Jim was the youngest area account manager, confident in the job, yet here he knew he was out of his depth feeling unsure of how to behave in this unusual situation.

Jim was concentrating his attention on her movements around the room so missed the beginning of the conversation. My mother is ill. I'm sorry about this. It's going to take too long to bring her round and I wanted to keep her like this for the whole weekend. It's an experiment, as I usually keep her under for only a couple of hours at a time.

Look I won't be long, could you look after her for me until I get back. Jim was a little overawed by the prospect of being left with the woman. She was no longer this man's wife but an overpowering image of a sexy maid, not a real person at all. He nodded absently. While hurriedly donning his coat Angus added instructions as he thought of them. Best not let them in if you can help it. The circumstances were so overwhelming it left him tongue-tied. The door finally closed on his newfound friend and confidant.

He felt strangely alone as though he were there Big brother nick starcevic naked a mannequin. Melody was busy refreshing French maid wife sex stories snacks emptying peanuts into a bowl and checking the glasses.

Hearing her husband say he had to leave pitched her stomach into turmoil. She felt like shouting at him to stop, yet carried on as ordered acting as the maid. With French maid wife sex stories outward appearance of disinterest over what her master did she sashayed French maid wife sex stories to the kitchen for another beer. Inside hot fury welled up where French maid wife sex stories Noel and stu at sean cody gifs to shout at him, "What the hell do you think you are doing leaving me with this young man.

It was bad enough he had introduced a stranger into their home, leaving him here was an outrage. Melody had tolerated Angus' little games knowing it would please him and relieve her of making an effort. This was just too much to tolerate. After French maid wife sex stories drink had been politely delivered and only five minutes had passed he asked her rather timidly, "Would you do anything I ordered?

From somewhere inside his head came the question. It was only a slight relief to say this for she still felt humiliated to be serving this young man in her own home dressed like a tart. After asking some French maid wife sex stories questions, something occurred to him, so he asked, "You have brought me drinks and are talking to me, though I haven't given you a password. How so? I have been ordered to speak normally in the house in case someone visits unexpectedly.

It is a general command to talk to anyone normally just in case our game is interrupted. He held his breath in anticipation of the next answer. Careful not to make it an order he asked, "What is the password. Seeing the hesitation confirmed this was so. Melody wavered in fear seeking a way to avoid the answer, and then replied, "No smoking in the gallery. A moment ago she had been protected from direct orders only to be left so very vulnerable to embarrassment, or worse.

She was sure there were limits to how far he could push her but small French maid wife sex stories naughty things could be so dreadfully humiliating.

Hesitantly he repeated the password. The reply was involuntary yet immediate after so long practising the game, "I am awaiting your French maid wife sex stories, Master. Only his whole perspective of French maid wife sex stories lounge and everything in it, including her, had changed dramatically.

It seemed he was now her master with all that she had to offer placed at his disposal. He wondered what he had time for and what he should have her do first.


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