{"id":644,"date":"2013-06-11T01:46:26","date_gmt":"2013-06-11T01:46:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=644"},"modified":"2013-06-11T01:46:26","modified_gmt":"2013-06-11T01:46:26","slug":"life-changes-for-jack-and-jill-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/life-changes-for-jack-and-jill-2\/","title":{"rendered":"LIFE CHANGES FOR  JACK AND JILL &#8211; 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\"><b>PART 2: THE BEGINNING<\/p>\n<p>Jillian Hill was looking forward to her third anniversary dinner with<br \/>\nher husband, Jackson. She had planned it carefully, and made all the<br \/>\narrangements far in advance. She and Jack were going to eat at their<br \/>\nfavorite restaurant and night spot, the Lost World. The music there was<br \/>\nalways nice, the light was low and the drinks were potent.<!--more--><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jack had been looking forward to it as well. He had told everyone he<br \/>\nknew about it, since he was so proud to have made it successfully through<br \/>\nthe first three years of his marriage. Everyone said the first three years<br \/>\nwere the toughest, and that seemed plausible considering how hard they&#8217;d<br \/>\nbeen. He was looking forward to the next three, hoping he&#8217;d reap the<br \/>\nrewards for all his hard work. He wanted to be able to relax at long last,<br \/>\nhe was so tired of struggling all the time.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">His frustration had led him here and there to seek other outlets,<br \/>\nincluding strip clubs and phone sex lines. He wasn&#8217;t proud of this, and<br \/>\nwanted to outgrow the need.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">One of his favorite phone Mistresses was the gifted sensual dominatrix<br \/>\nknown as Mistress Marquesa. She was the best he&#8217;d had in years, and She<br \/>\nreally seemed to speak directly to him at times. More than any of the<br \/>\nothers, She really wanted to know what got him off, and She wanted to give<br \/>\nit to him.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Actually, She was more understanding than Jill sometimes, who was<br \/>\noften more interested in a &#8220;quick lay&#8221; than in pleasing her man the way he<br \/>\ntruly wanted to be pleased. Marquesa had earned Her place in Jack&#8217;s sexual<br \/>\n&#8220;Hall of Fame&#8221;.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he talked to Marquesa about the anniversary dinner, and about other<br \/>\nmajor highlights of his life. She was less than a real friend, but more<br \/>\nthan just a phone sex operator. It was a special relationship.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">In the week before the dinner, Jackson called Marquesa twice, to<br \/>\nrelieve his building anxiety. She was able to calm him down in Her special<br \/>\nway, to relax him. he was thankful, and glad he called.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">She suggested that he think of Her at the dinner, in the event that<br \/>\nthere were any conflicts or difficulties with his wife. he should think of<br \/>\nHer voice, and use it to help him relax. Think of Her soothing, sexy voice.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">That sounded like a good idea to him, but he had doubts. Think of his<br \/>\nphone sex Mistress on his anniversary dinner with his wife? Isn&#8217;t that a<br \/>\nbit unfaithful?<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;No,&#8221; She explained, &#8220;you&#8217;re doing it to relax and feel closer to her.<br \/>\nIt will bring you together, not drive you apart.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">This made sense to him.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Besides,&#8221; She continued, &#8220;it&#8217;s not like I&#8217;ll be there or anything.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll only be there in your mind. Only in your mind.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes,&#8221; he thought, &#8220;only in my mind.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll only be with you deep in your subconscious. She will never see<br \/>\nme or know I&#8217;m there. She will never know.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;She will never know,&#8221; he told himself, in agreement.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;I&#8217;ll be with you. you don&#8217;t have to worry. you can relax now.<br \/>\nMistress Marquesa will be with you, and you can relax and enjoy the dinner.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, i will relax and enjoy the dinner.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;I know you will, Jackson. I&#8217;m certain of it. Just think of Me, and<br \/>\nMy soothing voice, and you will relax. Everything will be fine.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Your soothing voice,&#8221; he repeated. &#8220;i will relax, and everything<br \/>\nwill be fine.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The big day came and Jackson was indeed nervous. he bought Jillian<br \/>\nsome flowers, a wonderful card and a pendant.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jillian was anxious too, but in a different way. She was worried<br \/>\nabout her wardrobe, the menu, the weather and whatever else could possibly<br \/>\ngo wrong. It was raining heavily, and she didn&#8217;t know how to dress for the<br \/>\nrain and still be sexy. She didn&#8217;t know if her favorite dish would be on<br \/>\nthe Daily Specials, and she had forgotten to ask if they knew in advance.<br \/>\nJackson was mostly anxious because Jill was, and he knew all too well<br \/>\nthat if she was too anxious the entire evening could easily be blown up<br \/>\nwith a single wrong word or look from him. he tried to calm down, breathe<br \/>\ndeep, and relax, so he&#8217;d be in a better condition to cope. he knew only if<br \/>\nhe was at his best would he have a chance to make it through Jillian&#8217;s<br \/>\nturmoil and keep the evening on track, make it romantic and special.<br \/>\nWhen they got to the restaurant, they were twenty minutes late for<br \/>\ntheir reservations. Jill had spent extra time finding the right clothes,<br \/>\nand Jack couldn&#8217;t move her along. The cab ride was also slow and annoying,<br \/>\nin the pouring rain. They arrived late and wet, an awful combination to<br \/>\nstart a special night.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">The hostess at the restaurant promised to try to seat them quickly,<br \/>\neven though they were late. She disappeared for a moment and came back<br \/>\nwith a smile on her face.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Are you Jackson Hill?&#8221; She asked.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes,&#8221; he replied, &#8220;we&#8217;re here on our anniversary.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;I know,&#8221; she shot back. &#8220;Come right this way. I have a very special<br \/>\ntable for you two.&#8221; She led them to the back, to a secluded room that<br \/>\nlooked very romantic.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">A nice table for two, with only one other table in the area. &#8220;It&#8217;s<br \/>\nwonderful!&#8221; he exclaimed appreciatively, knowing that coming late should<br \/>\nnormally have left them with the dregs.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jillian didn&#8217;t like the table, thinking it was too far from everything<br \/>\n&#8211; too far from the music and the dancing, removed from the lovely d\u00e9cor and<br \/>\nambiance of the bar room.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jackson took a deep breath and tried to relax. &#8220;This is only the<br \/>\nbeginning,&#8221; he told himself. &#8220;The night will be long.&#8221; he knew he had a<br \/>\nlot of work ahead, and it did no good to deny it.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he remembered what Marquesa had said, and thought for a moment of Her<br \/>\nvoice. It did indeed relax him. Then he looked at Jill and snapped out of<br \/>\nit. Now was not the time. Jill&#8217;s predicament demanded his complete<br \/>\nattention, he had to be totally there for her.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">They finally agreed on the table (&#8220;settled&#8221; might be a better word),<br \/>\nafter a few precarious moments waiting for Jillian to make up her mind.<br \/>\nThe hostess went away pleased, as the two sat down.<br \/>\nIt turned out that the music could still be heard, just loud enough to<br \/>\nappreciate, and softly enough that it did not interfere with ordinary<br \/>\nconversation.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">They looked lovingly at each other and wished each other a happy<br \/>\nanniversary. They picked up their menus and started considering their<br \/>\noptions.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jillian wasn&#8217;t pleased. Her favorite dish wasn&#8217;t on the &#8220;Specials&#8221;<br \/>\nmenu, and she wasted no time in fretting about it. Jackson tried to<br \/>\nconsole her, to help her decide, to be supportive. his efforts had little<br \/>\nimpact. She was working herself up, and all he could do was smile, wait<br \/>\nand hope. his mind began to wander.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">What was it Marquesa had said? Just relax, and think of her soothing<br \/>\nvoice. Let your thoughts drift to calmness, breathe deep and regular, and<br \/>\nthink of Her soft, sexy voice.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jillian finally seemed ready to settle on an entr\u00e9e, when there was a<br \/>\nbit of commotion. At the table next to them, the only other table in the<br \/>\nroom, a tall, sultry, ultra sexy woman took her seat.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jillian grumbled as this lady moved past her and broke her<br \/>\nconcentration. Jackson looked up and saw this stunning beauty in her full<br \/>\nstature, before she sat down.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Excuse me, Ma&#8217;am,&#8221; she said politely to Jillian.<br \/>\nJillian smiled and went back to her menu, trying to resume where she<br \/>\nleft off. Jackson swore the tall beauty&#8217;s voice was somehow familiar.<br \/>\nWhen the woman sat down, she glanced at Jack and smiled<br \/>\napologetically, her eyes locking onto his in a single instant. For Jack,<br \/>\nthat instant seemed to last forever.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jill was still looking at her menu, and Jack smiled back at this woman<br \/>\nreflexively. he felt a small shiver inside as he saw the strength in this<br \/>\nwoman&#8217;s eyes, and the raw femininity. She appeared very self-confident,<br \/>\nperhaps the single sexiest trait a woman could have. The confidence in her<br \/>\ngaze cut right through him, to his very core.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jill was still absorbed in her food crisis, oblivious to everything<br \/>\nbut her own frustration and disappointments.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jack tore his eyes away from the eyes of the mystery woman, and tried<br \/>\nto turn his attention back to his troubled wife. On their way back to his<br \/>\nown table, his eyes found the woman&#8217;s ample cleavage cradling a lovely<br \/>\npendant several times larger and more attractive than the one he&#8217;d bought<br \/>\nhis wife. The one he was so proud to be giving her as the ultimate token<br \/>\nof his affection and commitment. This woman&#8217;s cleavage, and her pendant,<br \/>\nput his wife&#8217;s to shame.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">As his eyes lingered, the woman watched, and smiled.<br \/>\nWhen Jack&#8217;s eyes finally made it back to his wife, he was feeling a<br \/>\nstrange weakness brought on by the woman who had just sat down next to her.<br \/>\nhe tried to concentrate on his wife, who seemed to be reaching her<br \/>\ndecision at last. he was relieved, because at that moment he hadn&#8217;t any<br \/>\nsupport to offer her.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he called the waiter over immediately, so they could place their<br \/>\norders as quickly as possible, before giving Jill another chance to change<br \/>\nher mind.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Once they placed their orders, Jack brought out his anniversary gift.<br \/>\nJillian was very excited, and fell in love with the pendant immediately.<br \/>\nWhile she took a moment to put it on, Jack took an equal moment to<br \/>\nobserve the woman at the next table, and her far superior adornment. She<br \/>\nwas looking off in another direction, holding the chain and dangling her<br \/>\npendant absentmindedly. Jack was astounded at how lovely she looked, and<br \/>\nfor an instant he lost himself. She caught him looking, and moved the<br \/>\npendant gradually back to it&#8217;s resting place on her chest, holding his gaze<br \/>\nas she did so.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;I absolutely adore it!&#8221; Jill exclaimed, and then proudly asked &#8220;How<br \/>\ndoes it look on me?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jack snapped out of it and said &#8220;It looks great, dear. It&#8217;s just<br \/>\nright for you!&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jill was happy, and so was Jack. The anniversary &#8216;dance&#8217; was<br \/>\nproceeding well. Jill gave Jack his gift, a handsome tie, and the<br \/>\ncelebratory gift exchange was complete.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jill had to go to the ladies&#8217; room before the food came, so she<br \/>\nquickly made her way up from the table and out the door of their secluded<br \/>\ndining room.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jack was still anxious, mostly because this woman next to his wife was<br \/>\nso much lovelier and sexier, and her eyes were so compelling. he knew he<br \/>\nhad to concentrate his attention on his wife, after all it was their<br \/>\nanniversary. But he was not sure how he was going to do that, with this<br \/>\ngorgeously sexy lady sitting right there.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">his problem now was no longer with his wife, but it was inside HIMSELF.<\/p>\n<p>he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. he began<br \/>\nto think of Marquesa&#8217;s voice, and it comforted him. he began to hear Her<br \/>\nsay things to calm him down, to relax him. Then he heard Her say something<br \/>\nstrange.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;That was a very lovely pendant you gave her,&#8221; She said.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">This was too weird! How could a voice inside his head be talking<br \/>\nabout something going on right then and there?? his eyes snapped open, and<br \/>\nhe suddenly saw the woman at the next table looking at him sympathetically,<br \/>\neven affectionately.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">She said, &#8220;That was very sweet of you to give her such a lovely gift.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m sure she appreciates it.&#8221; As She said this, She locked Her eyes onto<br \/>\nhis, and he tried unsuccessfully to hide his shock.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">The question hanging on his lips was a single word, actually a name.<br \/>\n&#8220;M-Marquesa?&#8221; he asked softly, not believing what he was hearing, not<br \/>\nbelieving he could be asking this.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, Jack,&#8221; She replied, Her voice now clearly recognizable and the<br \/>\nwords unmistakably coming from this woman&#8217;s lips. &#8220;I am your Mistress<br \/>\nMarquesa.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">As She finished these words, Her fingers again picked up the pendant<br \/>\nand dangled it elegantly, playfully in front of Her. This time not so<br \/>\nabsentmindedly.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he looked at the sparkling pendant, Her inviting cleavage, Her<br \/>\nperfectly manicured fingernails, Her bewitching eyes, and Her glistening<br \/>\nlips as they carefully formed each word.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;I am the One,&#8221; She added softly, carefully watching his reaction.<br \/>\nhe was full of questions. &#8220;W-why?&#8217; was the only one he could put into<br \/>\nwords.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;you wanted Me. you have wanted Me for quite some time. you want Me<br \/>\nnow.&#8221; She paused to let this sink in. &#8220;Check your feelings, Jackson. How<br \/>\ndo you feel about Me?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;i want You,&#8221; he echoed agreeably.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, you want Me, Jack,&#8221; She said teasingly as She manipulated the<br \/>\npendant in the candlelight. &#8220;Look at this pendant,&#8221; She continued.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he looked at it, obediently.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Do you know who bought this for Me, Jack? Do you know who bought Me<br \/>\nthis lovely pendant?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;No, i don&#8217;t.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;you did, Jack. you bought Me this magnificent pendant. All the<br \/>\ntimes you called Me, all the money you paid. I have adorned Myself with<br \/>\ntreasures at your expense. Yes, Jack, My darling, you bought Me this<br \/>\npendant, and it&#8217;s so much lovelier than the one you bought your wife.&#8221; She<br \/>\nsmiled wickedly, holding it up. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you agree?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, it is lovelier,&#8221; he admitted sheepishly.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, Jack, it is. And you bought it for Me. It is your wonderful<br \/>\ngift to Me, and I love it so much! Don&#8217;t you love it, too?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, i love it, too,&#8221; he conceded.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;The way it sparkles, the beautiful setting, the delicate chain. It<br \/>\nis so beautiful, sooo beautiful. Don&#8217;t you agree, Jack? Sooo beautiful.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, i agree&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;You know Jack, you&#8217;ve heard My voice so much now, and you&#8217;ve grown to<br \/>\nlove it, you&#8217;ve learned to let My voice inside you. My voice comforts you,<br \/>\ndoesn&#8217;t it?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, Your voice comforts me.&#8221; he saw no reason to contradict Her.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, My voice does comfort you. You have let Me inside you, as you<br \/>\nwanted. You have let Me in. My voice is like a drug to you now. My voice<br \/>\nis becoming addictive to you. you are most responsive to it, now. you are<br \/>\nmost responsive to My voice, because you want to be. Only My voice, My<br \/>\nsweet, soothing voice.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Your sweet, soothing voice.&#8221; he was becoming lost in Her voice,<br \/>\nweaker and weaker the more She spoke.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;you gave Me this pendant, so much more beautiful than the one you<br \/>\ngave your wife. you have shown your devotion to Me. you have shown your<br \/>\ndesire to please Me. you want so much to please Me, don&#8217;t you?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, to please You.&#8221; All he could do now was agree.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;you want sooo much to please Me now. Yes, I can tell. That&#8217;s all<br \/>\nyou want. Listen to My voice, you know it&#8217;s true. This lovely pendant, My<br \/>\nsoothing voice, you can&#8217;t think of anything else, can you?&#8221; It wasn&#8217;t<br \/>\nexactly a question.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">She dangled the pendant seductively.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;you can&#8217;t think of anything but the pendant and My voice,&#8221; She<br \/>\nrepeated. &#8220;The lovely pendant, and My soothing voice.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;The lovely pendant, and Your soothing voice,&#8221; he echoed, unable to<br \/>\nthink or say anything else.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, that&#8217;s right, My love. Now, your wife will be back in a short<br \/>\nwhile. But when she returns, you will remain under the spell of My voice.<br \/>\nyou will respond to Me.\u00a0 My voice will be alive inside you. you will always<br \/>\nobey the sweet, soothing sound of My voice. you will always obey Me, and<br \/>\nyou will not remember why.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;i will always obey You, and i will not remember why.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;you will always obey My voice completely and willingly. It gives you<br \/>\ngreat pleasure to obey Me, and this is what you want. you want the<br \/>\npleasure that comes from obeying My voice, don&#8217;t you?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, i want the pleasure&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;My voice will make you so weak, so helplessly weak, that you will not<br \/>\nbe able to resist My suggestions. When you hear My voice, you will become<br \/>\nweak, and you will not be able to resist My suggestions. The sweet,<br \/>\nsoothing sound of My voice is just too much for you. It overpowers you.<br \/>\nyou just want to listen, and obey. you will have no resistance to the<br \/>\ngentle power of My voice. In your weakness, you will draw strength from My<br \/>\nvoice, from following My suggestions. you do not want to resist, you want<br \/>\nto give in to Me, only that way can you regain your strength. Only by<br \/>\nfollowing My suggestions, can you feel powerful.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Only by following Your suggestions&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;No matter what comes up, if you try to resist My voice, it will cause<br \/>\nyou to feel weaker and more helpless. you cannot resist, you do not want<br \/>\nto feel so weak and helpless. you want to obey Me, and feel the power. My<br \/>\nvoice will only make you feel weaker and weaker, the more you resist. Try<br \/>\nto resist, and you feel sooo weak, sooo helpless, like a little puppy. I<br \/>\ncan tell the puppy what to do, I can make it happy. All it has to do is<br \/>\nobey its Mistress, and it will feel sooo much happiness.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Whenever you hear My voice, from now on, your only instinct will be<br \/>\nto obey. This instinct will be too strong to resist. you will follow your<br \/>\ninstinct, and obey My voice, as you know you should. you will obey My<br \/>\nvoice, and you will endeavor to please Me. you will want only to please<br \/>\nMe. Pleasing My will make you happy, like a good puppy. you want only to<br \/>\nobey Me, to please Me, to follow My suggestions.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;To obey You, to please You, to follow Your suggestions.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;And following My suggestions will make you feel very good, Very, very<br \/>\ngood. you&#8217;ll grow addicted to this good feeling, won&#8217;t you? you&#8217;ll want<br \/>\nto feel this way more and more, and you&#8217;ll want more and more to obey My<br \/>\nsuggestions. Won&#8217;t you, Jackson?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, i&#8217;ll want to obey Your suggestions.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;When you hear My voice, you will always open your mind to Me, and<br \/>\nprepare yourself for My suggestions. you know that following My<br \/>\nsuggestions will make you feel good, don&#8217;t you Jackson? It will make you<br \/>\nfeel very, very good to obey Me.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;It will make me feel very, very good to obey You.&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Good, Jack. Very good. I will let you go back to your dinner now,<br \/>\nand enjoy your romantic time with your wife. you will forget about Me<br \/>\nsitting here, but you will not forget our conversation. Our conversation<br \/>\nwill linger on deep inside you, growing stronger and more meaningful with<br \/>\neach passing day. you will get comfort when you think about My voice, in<br \/>\nanticipation of hearing it, and in anticipation of obeying Me, pleasing Me.<br \/>\nyour anticipation will grow stronger and stronger. you will gladly obey<br \/>\nMy voice whenever you hear Me speak to you. This will make you feel good,<br \/>\nand you want that good feeling again and again. you will gladly obey, and<br \/>\nthis will make you feel good. you want that good feeling again and again.<br \/>\nDo you understand, Jackson My pet?&#8221;<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Yes, i understand,&#8221; he replied.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Very good.&#8221; She snapped Her fingers and went back to Her appetizer.<br \/>\nJack woke up and saw his wife coming back to the table. But she was<br \/>\ntoo late, his life had already changed, forever.<\/p>\n<p>Later that week, when Jackson was home alone one evening, he received<br \/>\na phone call.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Hello,&#8221; he said.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">&#8220;Hello, Jackson. This is Your Mistress calling. Mistress Marquesa.&#8221;<br \/>\nhe felt a rush come over him, and he began to feel weak all over at<br \/>\nthe sound of Her voice. he felt a very deep urge to please Her, and he<br \/>\ncould not understand why. he only knew how good the thought made him feel.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he was putty in Her hands. he opened his mind and awaited Her<br \/>\nsuggestions, and eagerly anticipated all the good feelings he would feel by<br \/>\npleasing Her.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Weeks went by, and the spell cast by Mistress Marquesa grew stronger.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Jack&#8217;s feelings for Her grew stronger as well, amply reinforced by the good<br \/>\nfeelings he felt each time he pleased Her with his obedience. he gradually<br \/>\nlearned to obey Her instantly, enthusiastically and without question.<br \/>\nWhen She wanted him to call, he called. When She wanted him to send<br \/>\nHer money, he sent Her money. When She wanted him to spend every waking<br \/>\nhour of his life thinking about Her, he did so. And when She took complete<br \/>\ncontrol of his masculine sexuality, making him focus all of his passions on<br \/>\nHer, he followed Her commands willingly and with great enthusiasm. When<br \/>\nShe wanted him to masturbate thinking of Her, he always complied. And only<br \/>\nwhen She wanted him to reach orgasm, could he do so.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">But it felt so much better now that he was doing it to please Her.<br \/>\nThis condition led to the gradual decay of his sex life with his wife.<br \/>\nEventually he found only Marquesa&#8217;s voice would excite him, and only a<br \/>\ngenerous command from Her could allow him to feel that ultimate explosion<br \/>\nof pleasure.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Of course, She had planted these thoughts in his head, and had<br \/>\nreinforced them carefully and methodically, over time. What was once a<br \/>\ngame and a diversion was now very real, very powerful. She had trained him<br \/>\nlike a puppy dog, to be Her own personal pet, and he could now only respond<br \/>\nto Her voice, to the loving and sacred commands of his True Mistress.<br \/>\nhis wife became just the woman he lived with, the woman he still<br \/>\nclaimed to love. But the woman to whom he devoted his passions, his desire<br \/>\nto please and to receive pleasure from, his desire to adore and obey,<br \/>\nbecame his Mistress Marquesa.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">he began to notice on his own how this was affecting his marriage.<br \/>\nhis Mistress did not have to plant the thought in his mind, or in any way<br \/>\nsuggest that he talk to his wife. he did so of his own accord, of his own<br \/>\nfree will. Perhaps the last act he would ever make of his own free will,<br \/>\nand perhaps a sort of cry for help.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Once he realized he needed to talk to his wife, Marquesa only guided<br \/>\nhim, and helped him find the best way to break the news. he made the<br \/>\nchoice, but his Mistress put the words in his mouth. The right words, no<br \/>\ndoubt, to get Her what She wanted. The right words to keep proper control<br \/>\nover the situation, and ultimately the right words to bring Jack&#8217;s wife to<br \/>\nHer on a silver platter.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">In its way, it satisfied him that his Mistress took such interest in<br \/>\nhis final act of desperation, and that She helped him along with it. he<br \/>\nobeyed Her suggestions, and kept to the script She gave him to guide him<br \/>\nthrough this difficult act. This small act of obedience, while performing<br \/>\nan apparent act of rebellion, made him happy. he was pleasing Her, even as<br \/>\nhe tried his best to betray Her.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Marquesa was proud to be of service to this hopeless little man, Her<br \/>\nnewest pet, Her plaything, as he uttered his last gasp and fell forever<br \/>\ninto the rich and compelling comfort of Her world. As he fell hopelessly<br \/>\nunder Her spell, and his last little bit of resistance was gently and<br \/>\npermanently set aside.<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;\">Deep is his heart and soul, he knew that the true strength of their bond, came<br \/>\nfrom his willing submission and that Her power over him existed not because<br \/>\nhe had to follow Her, but because he chose to follow.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><b><span style=\"font-family: Arial;\">AND AS FOR THE REST&#8230; YOU&#8217;LL JUST HAVE TO SEE PART 3 <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; PART 2: THE BEGINNING Jillian Hill was looking forward to her third anniversary dinner with her husband, Jackson. She had planned it carefully, and made all the arrangements far in advance. She and Jack were going to eat at their favorite restaurant and night spot, the Lost World. 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