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Cute Relationship Idea

Him:

Are you alright? You’re not saying anything

Her:

I .. um, I have, I mean, um, how long have I [voice threatening to break], um how long have I had a tattoo?

Him:

It’s been a while

Her:

And you’ve hypnotised me not to notice it?

Him:

Exactly, usually, on the rare occasion you see that part of you, you don’t recognise there is a tattoo there, it’s my best work. Who saw it, who asked?

Her:

I was with Eloise and her friend, Adeline, who I’ve met before a few times—I like her—and we tried on clothes and Eloise showed it to Adeline and I didn’t even know what they were talking about

Him:

And how did Adeline take it?

Her:

She was shocked, but also she thought it was very funny. Definitely part of her didn’t approve at first, but she was still nice to me afterwards, she couldn’t believe how brave I must be for having done it

Him:

And how did you take it?

Her:

I didn’t act shocked, I pretended that I knew it was there

Him:

That’s right, that’s how I hypnotise you to act in these situations. And did Adeline ask why you got it?

Her:

She did, and I didn’t know what to say, I was so confused, I couldn’t think of anything to say, but then Eloise saved me. [She swallows hard, there is a wetness in her eyes] She said I’ve a sub relationship with my husband, with you and this is part of it. Oh my God, actually, I can’t believe she just said that! But she must have seen it before? A lot? She’s seen me naked or changing lots, she must have known.

Him:

She’s known for a long time. Everyone we are close to knows. Why do you think we tease you with those words?

[The tears begin to flow, and he dabs them so as not to smear her thick makeup. She tries to gather her strength]
Him:

Come here with me, lets lie down on the couch, I’ll be back in a minute with some tissues and water

[He returns and she takes a big drink of water]
Him:

Your lip is bleeding again from this mornings session, let me ... [he dabs with a tissue, her lipstick—bright and thickly applied to cover the early bruising of the injections—is a bit smeared now. He hugs her close, a few minutes , her lying on her side, curled up beside him]

Her:

Did I ask for this? Like I ask for other things?

Him:

You begged for it

[she covers her face against his body, another minute es]
Her:

This has happened before? I come home and we have this conversation?

Him:

Many times

[she says nothing but pulls herself tighter to him. she feels his hand move down her waist, up her hip, around her ass—he knows!—down further, two fingers now between her legs, he drums them twice against her pussy, her fingers dig into him]
Her:

Do I cry every time?

Him:

Every single time, but not for long. I’m very proud of you.

[She smiles weakly]
Her:

Then what happens?

[His hands move up and his thumbs hook the top of her stretchy pants and pull them down, she lifts her hip to help him pull them down between her body and the couch. She curls herself more into a ball to give him more access from behind, and his finger gently traces her pussy lips, he brings his finger up and shows her the glistening]
Her:

This is why everyone calls me that?

Him:

Yes

Her:

Even my sister has called me that a couple of times

[He chuckles]
Her:

When my sister first saw it, did I come home and tell you I had a tattoo, and we did this?

Him:

Yes

[he returned his hand to her pussy, a bit more vigorous, the wet squelching the only sound in the room]
Her:

I begged you?

Him:

Yes

Her:

But it was your idea?

Him:

Of course, at first it was just a concept to tease you with, to mark you with something you couldn’t see, something degrading, and to make you forget, but occasionally other people would see, and they would know, but you wouldn’t know

Her:

You’ll hypnotise me to forget again?

Him:

Yes, we’ll start later tonight, before we fall asleep, it usually takes a few days for you to forget completely again

Her:

What happens if Adeline or Eloise bring it up in conversation?

Him:

What happens is what always happens. You just smile and nod, but you don’t really know what they are talking about. Often, because you don’t engage, the topic is dropped. But sometimes they ask again and you and we do this again. I think this is the fourth time Eloise has been involved. Probably not the last.

Her:

Eloise always calls me that. She says it affectionately, warmly. It’s demeaning too, because how can it not be, but she can call me that because she is my friend.

Him:

Does she call you that when Adeline is around?

Her:

Yes, well she did today.

Him:

Maybe Adeline will start calling you that too.

Her:

Oh my God!

[She groans, he takes her hand and puts it on his crotch, and she shifts to allow both hands to start working off his pants. She shifts to all fours on the couch, back arched, head bobbing over his crotch as he sits. She pauses and lifts away for a minute]
Her:

I’m sorry, I know I’m not allowed to ask, but I can’t help it, can I cum tonight?

Him:

That’s ok, you never , but this is the only situation in which you are allowed to ask.

Her:

Do I ask that everytime, like that?

Him:

Every single time

[she returns to work, his finger sliding in and out of her pussy. Between his groans, he talks to her as she works on him]
Him:

You dumb bitch

Her:

Mmmmm

Him:

My dumb bitch

Her:

Mmmmm

Him:

You love being a dumb bitch, don’t you?

Her:

Mmmm mmmm

Him:

You love people calling you it

Her:

Mmmm mmmmm

Him:

You let them call you it

Her:

Mmmmm

Him:

You smile when they call you it

Her:

Mmmmm

Him:

Don’t you feel hot when you’re sucking my friends cocks

Her:

Mmmmm [she breaks off briefly] yeeeeaah, god

Him:

And then when they call you dumb bitch, it feels even better doesn’t it?

Her:

Mmmmmm

Him:

Or when they grope your fake tits and call you dumb bitch

Her:

Mmmmm

[His wet finger traced her asshole]
Him:

Or when they’re fucking your ass, you love how they call you dumb bitch

Her:

Mmmmm [slurping noises], I do!

[He forced her head back down, ungently bobbing her up and down at his pace]
Him:

Now you know that when they’re fucking your ass, they’re looking at your dumb bitch tattoo

Her:

Mmmm oohhh, [she chokes and coughs around his penis, he smacks her ass with his other hand]

Him:

But you’ll forget, and next time they fuck your ass and call you dumb bitch, you won’t you have a tattoo that says dumb bitch [he begins tracing her asshole again]

Her:

Mmmmmm mmm

Him:

They’ve done such a good job on this asshole of yours, you know, loosening it for me

Her:

Mmmmm

Him:

This used to be the asshole of a stuck up bitch, didn’t it

Her:

Mmmm mmm

Him:

But you’re not a stuck up bitch anymore are you?

Her:

Nggghhnn

Him:

What are you? [He pulls her head up by her hair]

Her:

Dun-buh-bit [she splutters, gasping for air]

Him:

That’s right

[He forced her back down for a few more strokes. He groaned and lifted her up and pushed her back on the couch and positioned himself above her, directing his cum into her mouth. Some of it missed. He kept himself above her and when he was ready she licked him clean, but she didn’t lick around her mouth, he preferred when there was still cum left on her]
Him:

Lie there, stroke yourself, think about all the times and places people may have seen your tattoo. Don’t you dare cum yet.

[He left and came back naked, holding what looked like a diary. There appeared to be lots of extra pages pasted inside, making it appear over stuffed. He opened it and showed her some of the pictures pasted inside. They were all of her. All the photos were ‘private’. There was writing too, on every second page. He took the book away from her, took his phone out and took a picture of her looking looking up, lipstick all over her face, some blood and cum on her lips]
Him, looking at his phone, speaking more to himself:

Dumb bitch

Her:

I wasn’t a stuck up bitch

Him:

hmmm?

Her:

Back then, when we first met, I wasn’t a stuck up bitch

Him:

No, you weren’t [he smiles], but compared to now?

[She smiles back for him]
Her:

What’s this book?

Him:

Everytime you learn about your tattoo, we add a new page to this, who asked, where you were, what your explanation was, etc, and we include a picture of you. I’ll add the new picture tomorrow. Have you never seen this book around before?

Her:

No, never

Him:

It lives in the bedroom, by your make-up table, but I’ve hypnotised you to never notice it

Her:

Oh my God ... can I read it?

Him:

No, I’ll read you some later. Let me add some details for the new entry now. This should be relatively quick, because you didn’t have to explain it this time, Eloise did that for you

Her:

I’m glad she did, I don’t know what I would have said

Him:

That’s right. Part of the hypnosis is that you don’t think straight for a minute or so after you realise, so you never have an explanation that is immediately coherent, but neither do you shut the conversation down.

Her:

Oh my God

Him:

Usually I ask you questions about what your explanation was, how it went, what other questions they had, how much of an embarrassing mess you made of your explanation. But this time, you got lucky

Her:

Uhhhh god

Him:

Here take my phone, look at this video.

[From the still, the video was her in bed, topless, her hands holding the phone, looking up at it, smiling, at best mischievously, at worst ... malevolent? She pressed play and heard herself start to talk, to her, taunting her]
Old-Her:

“I’m going to ruin your life you dumb bitch, I’m going to make sure everyone knows what a dumb bitch you are and you’re not even going to know. You are going to be an embarrassment to yourself, and you are even going to drive some people away, because you are such a dumb bitch, but you won’t even know why!” [the video stopped, she—not the video her—was stroking herself and groaning]

Her:

Melissa? Ughh, I haven’t talked to her in so long.

Him:

She doesn’t want to be friends with a dumb bitch like you.

Her:

Ugghh, who else?

Him:

Do you miss playing volleyball?

Her:

Yes!

Him:

The team disinvited you, some of them didn’t like showering with such a proud dumb bitch twice a week.

Her:

Ngggnnn, but that was ... uggghh ... two, three years ago? I can’t .

Him:

Don’t worry about it, besides, you love the gym now, don’t you? Volleyball wasn’t giving you the type of body I enjoy, so it’s good you stopped playing, right?

Her:

Mmmm, yesssss

Him:

Say it

Her:

Mmmmm I want to train for you not me, I want to be hot for you

Him:

Come on dumb bitch, let’s get you comfortable in the bedroom.

[He took her hand and she stood up]
Her:

Um, can I look at it? My tattoo? It’s hard to see there.

Him:

Sure, I have a picture here

Her:

Just at the top of my ass where my cheeks meet.

Him:

Right, so a triangle of your swimsuit thong will cover it, mostly

Her:

Its pretty, the colours and the bubble writing [he smiles, and they kiss]

[He took her hand and led her to the bedroom, she lay down, and he positioned himself above her, they kissed and she felt him exploring her wet opening. She noticed his phone beside him on the bed, why did he bring that? Was he planning something else?]
Him:

Mmmm, do you know how you always ask if I can sign you up to a gym that’s more convenient? Nearer to work or home?

Her:

Oh, everyone must see me in the changing room.

Him:

That’s right, I bet all the regulars know you as the dumb bitch

Her:

Ohhhh. Please

Him:

First women saw you in the changing room. Then they told the guys. Everyone knows, patrons, staff, you’re the dumb bitch.

Her:

Please!

Him:

So you know how I won’t let you a more convenient gym?

Her:

Is it because of the tattoo?

Him:

Yes. But I’ve never stopped you from asking, you always ask, can I a gym beside work or home, something that doesn’t involve an extra journey.

Her:

Oh God, but then people I know would see me, or learn of it?

Him:

And you wouldn’t even know

Her:

Ughhh nngnggn

Him:

Once you’ve cum, if you want, you can film a message to your future self, just like the one you just saw, telling her how you wanted to ruin her further by ing the nearest gym to your work.

Her:

Oh God!

Him:

It will take some time, maybe a year, but eventually gossip will have done its job, everyone at work will know, you’re the dumb bitch with the dumb bitch tattoo

Her:

uhhhhh

Him:

Not just people at work, people who you see around work, around the area, at lunch, they’ll all know, that’s the dumb bitch with the dumb bitch tattoo.

Her:

please!

Him:

And you can taunt your future self, it was her who begged to have a convenient gym and now everyone at work and around work knows she is the dumb bitch.

Her:

I’m sooooo close

Him:

Which will be appropriate because you look like a dumb bitch with your too-big boobs on your skinny body and your tight clothes and ridiculous clown lips

Her:

Ahhh ah ahh

Him:

Maybe you don’t ask to make that video this time, but eventually you will, we both know you can’t help yourself, you want it.

[Her orgasm was the best she could ever , though she’d had plenty like it]