Robert stood nude in the bedroom door, his towel hanging over his shoulder, with a stunned, puzzled expression on his face. Liza followed his gaze and smiled as she saw what had caught his eye. She had more surprises in store for him this evening, and this was only the first.

"What are THOSE doing in here? Did I bring them in?", he asked, his brow furrowing as he tried to think of any reason he would have brought chains into the bedroom. He scratched his cheek idly, obviously trying to come up with some explanation.

"No, dear", Liza said with a smile. "I did. Do you remember what we talked about at dinner last week?" She took a deep breath and stretched out on the bed invitingly, her breasts jutting upward, her eyes boring into his.

"Last week...we went to... Bennett's, right? That place over on 43rd. And we talked about... Talked... oh..." His voice trailed off and his eyes widened a bit as the conversation came back to him. Slowly, he looked at her.

"That's right", she said huskily. As smoothly and silently as a cat, she got off the bed and came towards him, pausing right in front of him. She took his hands in hers and gazed into his eyes.

"We talked about sex. We talked about power games. We talked about domination - and submission. You DO remember that conversation, don't you?"

"Um... yeah", he answered unsteadily, his eyes darting back toward the chains on the floor. "But I didn't think... I mean, I wasn't.."

"Serious?", she finished for him. He nodded, looking a bit dazed, his eyes still on the cold steel on the bedroom floor. "You weren't serious when you said that bossing me around would be a turn-on? You weren't serious when you said that you bossing me around would be a turn-on? You weren't serious when you said that some time, you'd like to play with those ideas some more? You DID say those things, lover. You sat right there in that restaurant and told me you'd love to see me lying there, unable to move. Do you remember saying that? And now you're telling me you weren't serious?"

"Ahhh.... um..." Robert paused, his face reddening, and licked his lips nervously. "I just... never thought... I guess I did... but... God, Liza, I don't know... chains? I don't know if I could..."

Liza smiled gently as she grabbed the towel and dropped it to the floor. She then put her hands on her husband's cheeks, and gently turned him around as she spoke in a low voice.

"Ah, but you CAN, lover. You can. I know you can. I get turned on too you know. I told you that. Thinking about lying on the bed.. helpless... knowing you're in control... Such a turn-on. And then I think about having you under my control. Obeying me. Doing everything I tell you to do, and knowing you're doing it because you know it pleases me. I get so turned on thinking of that. So turned on..."

Liza was slowly guiding Robert backwards as she spoke. A few seconds later, Robert bumped into the bed. Liza laughed softly and pushed very lightly, sending Robert toppling backwards onto the bed. Before he could recover, she was upon him, propping his head and neck on the pillows and again cradling his face in her hands. Straddling him, she leaned down, very close to his face, and stared into his eyes.

"So turned on", she continued softly. "I get so turned on thinking about power. Thinking about the power you have, the power to make me hot and wet with just a kiss. The power I have, the power to make you hard with just a look. One look, one glance, and your cock gets hard. Just one drop of my eyelashes and your cock gets so hard. You know it's true. You know I have that power over you, just as you have a power over me."

"And now I have the power. You're nervous, but you're hard, and that fact alone gives me POWER. You're hard, and you know I can do the things that you want done to a hard cock. You know I can suck it. You know I can fuck it. I can take it in my mouth, or my pussy, and make it explode. I can touch it. I can breathe on it. I can control whether you cum or not. I have that power. I have the power to make you cum."

Robert was silent, staring up at his wife in astonishment. He had never seen this side of her before, and was wondering if he was even ready for it. The sight of the cold steel chains on the floor hovered in the back of his mind, along with visions of being bound tightly to the bed, helpless to resist his wife's wildest desires. And, to his surprise, his cock grew even harder. Liza chuckled as she noticed.

"Yes, you see? I just talk to you and it gets bigger. Harder. Am I making things hard for you, lover? Am I making you nervous? That's too bad, you really need to relax. Why not just relax, just lie back and relax and trust me to take care of you. Trust me to use my power wisely. Just relax and let my power overwhelm you. Feel yourself sinking into my power, deeper and deeper into my power, feel it surrounding you, all around you, feel yourself falling into my power. You know you can't resist the power I have over you. You know it's useless to resist. Just let go, stop trying to fight it, just let go and relax and let it happen. Let it happen, lover. Let go....."

Her eyes seemed to be floating above him. Her voice droned in his ears, soft and reassuring and... powerful. He wasn't ready for this, he thought, he wasn't ready for this sudden display of authority. He stared up at her, so shaken he was unable to speak, as his disjointed thoughts tried to coalesce. His body seemed frozen as well, paralyzed by the intensity of her words and the suddenness of her actions.

"Let go. Just relax and trust me. You can see it in my eyes, you can see that you can trust me. Look into my eyes and you will see that. Look deeper, lover, look me in the eye and know that you can trust me to use my power wisely. Yes, darling, look deeper, relax, notice how soothing you find it to look deeply into my eyes. Feel the warmth of my hands on you, feel the tenderness as I hold you. Look into my eyes and let my voice relax you, let your nervousness fade away. Let it fade away, let everything fade away as you relax and allow me to take care of you. I will take care of you, darling, I will take care of you like no one ever has. I will care for you very well, I will allow you to relax and feel so good, so very very good. Relax now and let your tensions go, feel them disappearing, and now they are all gone, all gone, and there is only trust and relaxation remaining. Trust and relaxation, relaxation and trust. Relax, lover, relax and trust me. Sink deeper into my power, deeper and deeper, deeper into my eyes. Trust me, my darling. Relax completely, and trust me. Relax. Let go, lover. Let go. Let go right now."

His head was swimming, he found it impossible to think clearly. Her eyes hovered there, wide and deep and brown and warm. It felt as if he was floating up into them, up into their warmth and safety, away from this confusing situation he had found himself in. There was refuge in her eyes, safety in her voice. He could trust her. Her eyes beckoned to him as her voice urged him on, soft words of comfort and confidence. His muddled mind saw only one chance to escape the images of the chains on the floor. In his wife's eyes he saw safety. In her voice he heard love.

She saw his eyes glaze over as he slipped into a light trance. Her heart skipped a few beats as she quickly began to deepen that state.

"Oh, darling, thank you for trusting me, thank you so much. Go deeper now, relax even more completely, just let every muscle and nerve go. It feels so good, so very good, to just let go of everything and allow me to care for you. I will care for you, Robert my love, I will take care of your every need and desire." Including the need to do something about that rock-hard cock, she thought with growing excitement.

"Isn't it wonderful to just drift freely, darling, isn't it wonderful to just let go of everything and let me care for you? Allow me to care for you, Robert, dear. Allow me to do everything for you. Everything..."

He smiled then, a vague, dreamy smile of happiness. Allow her to do everything. That idea seemed like such a turn-on.... It was his last voluntary thought for quite some time, and in the dim reaches of his mind it seemed as if the last thing he remembered hearing was a faraway sound that sounded like steel against steel. At her soft command, his glassy eyes closed, and he sank totally under her hypnotic spell.

She continued to speak, to work with him, to tell him about places he had never known existed. His conscious mind was aware of none of this. He lay there, utterly enthralled, as his wife prepared him for her own special brand of care. She knew that when he awakened, he would have no idea of what had happened. All he would know was that he had seen the chains, then lay down on the bed with her after a short, nervous conversation.

And after a while, awaken he did. The fog in his mind seemed to lift slowly, a little at a time. Finally, his thoughts cleared, his eyes opened, and he found himself lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm glad you finally woke up. I was wondering if you were going to sleep all day."

Somewhat groggily, he shook his head and turned in the direction the voice had come from. His wife was sitting in the chair at the desk in the corner of the bedroom. She was watching him with a very smug smile.

"Huh?", he stammered with great effort. His mouth felt as dry as a leaf in the fall. He swallowed several times and tried again. "Huh?" A great improvement in his voice, he noted with satisfaction. "All day?", he then asked as he tried to stretch his limp, heavy muscles.

She laughed at his expression. Dumbfounded, he stared at her as she stood up and walked over to the bed. She wore only a front-closure bra and a pair of tiny panties.

"I hope you're comfortable", she purred. You're going to be like that for the rest of the day."

"What are you talking about?", he asked, a slight twinge of panic starting to blossom. "Day? What day? What do you mean I'll be like this all day? What's going on?"

She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He tried to put his arms around her, but something restrained him. A cold fear swept over him as he heard, or thought he heard, a strangely familiar sound. Flexing his hands, he paled as he felt a cold hardness around his wrists. He gaped up at Liza as a tentative movement of his feet brought about the same lack of results - and the same sound, the same clink of cold steel, and the same feeling of something around his ankles.

"My God", he gasped. "God, Liza, what on earth are you doing?"

She smiled tenderly and blew him a kiss.

"Remember, lover. Trust me. you have to trust me."

Slowly, he nodded. His pounding heart gradually slowed its pace. He had to trust her. He had no choice, really.

He was chained to his own bed. His own wife had chained him to his own bed.

She patted his chest lightly, smiling happily. "Good. Thank you. Do you remember my saying I would care for you?"

He blinked, wondering what she was talking about. A distant, hazy recollection, like a memory from long ago, came to him. Talk of trust, and caring, and... desire. He nodded, his face flaring. She laughed.

"Honey, how long have we been married? Sixteen years, right? Why on earth are you blushing? Why would the idea of my caring for you embarrass you in any way? I care for you when you're hurt, or sick. Why can't I care for you when you're in ecstasy as well?"

His face reddened even more. He wasn't used to talking about ecstasy, all he had ever done was felt it - or so he'd thought. He was about to be proven wrong.

"I hope those aren't too tight?", she asked, nodding towards his wrists. He shuddered as he again became aware of the chains around his wrists and ankles, chains which prevented any movement. After a struggle, he realized that he could not even move enough to actually see the chains which held him so effectively. He took a deep, ragged breath and shook his head.

"No, they're OK. I mean... Jesus, did I really just say that?" For the first time, he laughed, albeit somewhat nervously.

"Yes, you did", she said with a giggle. "It's nice that you got used to it so quickly. I mean, look", she said, pointing to his groin.

He tipped his head and saw the head of his cock waving high in the air. It was a measure of his state of mind that he hadn't even been aware that his cock had begun expanding as soon as he'd realized he was chained to the bed. She smiled and held her hand over his groin.

"Last week we talked about power. We talked about it for a few moments more recently, but I doubt you'll remember that", she added with a grin. Her hand moved closer to his swaying cock until he could feel the heat of it. He squirmed, trying to move closer to her hand, trying to make contact with her hand, hoping she would take his cock in that hand and...

"This IS power", she said softly. "This is what power is. I have something you want. I have the ability to give you pleasure. I have the power to please you..." She placed the palm of her hand on the tip of his cock, let it rest there for just a few seconds, and moved it away again. "...or not. That choice is mine. That is what gives me the power", she said as he groaned. "I have the power to please you - IF you please me."

"How can I do that if I'm... Jesus, if I'm chained to the fucking bed?", he asked hoarsely.

Her smile widened, and she sat on the bed beside him.

"I'm glad you asked that question."

She leaned over and breathed on his cock, the warm air making it jerk and twitch. He shuddered, wishing she would just release him and fuck him. God, it was really amazing how aroused he was, he thought.

She glanced at him, her eyes gleaming with delight, and ran her tongue up and down his shaft, just once. He groaned again, shaking like a leaf. "Oh, God, Liza, let's stop this crap and just screw, OK? Come on, let me go, please? Liza? Come on, let me go."

She smiled devilishly and sat up again.

"That's really very good, but you don't have it quite right. You want to cum. That's obvious. It's also obvious that the only way you're going to cum any time soon is with my help. Right?"

He nodded warily, his cock still waving, his body still trembling as the memory of the sensations of her tongue on his cock raced through his mind. "But if you let me go..."

"I'm not going to let you go, darling. Don't even ask me again. Remember, I am the one who can make you cum - and I'm also the one that can make you so hot and horny you'll be ready to explode - and then just leave you there."

He blinked, and his mouth fell open, as the first glimmer of understanding came to him.

"You wouldn't..."

She smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I would."

"Jesus", he breathed, again looking at the head of his cock hovering in the air.

"So. Where was I? Oh, yes. I was saying you were doing good, but you didn't quite have it right yet. I liked hearing you say please to me a few minutes ago. You never say please when we make love any more. I like hearing you say please. I like hearing ask for what you want. In fact - I think I'd LOVE to hear you... BEG - for what you want."

He blinked again. She smiled down at him, enjoying his reaction.

"Well?", she asked.

"Well what? Hey, if you have these damn chains on me, shouldn't you be dressed in, like, leather or something?" His comment had nothing to do with her question, of course, but his mind was trying to cope with the idea of begging, and he was stalling for time. He wasn't at all prepared for her laughter.

"God, honey, you think all it takes to have power is a leather outfit? You think a leather outfit is powerful? Watch this."

Slowly, she stood. Staring into his eyes, she slowly slid two fingers into the upper edge of her panties, one on each side. Just as slowly, she slid them down, sliding her panties off inch by agonizing inch. He watched, straining at his bonds, his cock growing even harder with each passing second. She stepped out of her panties, leaving them lying on the floor, and took the clasp of her bra between her fingers. Still gazing at him, she undid the clasp and tugged her bra to the sides, exposing her full breasts. He groaned and writhed on the bed, unable to reach for her, unable to do anything about his raging hard-on. Her bra fell to the floor and she stood beside the bed, totally nude.

"Who needs leather", she asked very quietly. "Look at the power my body has over you even when I wear nothing at all."

"Please get me out of here", he gasped, struggling against his bonds to reach for her. "Please let me go. I understand now, I don't need to do this any more. I have to have you now. I have to have you..."

She laughed again. "YOU have to? What about what I have to? You've proven right there that I'm the one with the power right now. You don't get what you want without my allowing it. And I told you not to ask me to let you go again, didn't I?"

He looked stricken as he recalled that she had indeed said not to ask again. His mind reeled as he pictured her turning on her heels and walking out the door, leaving him there, hard and unsatisfied. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Sorry. I won't again."

"I know you won't", she said with a smile. "Like I said, you were pretty close just now. You just have to aim in the right direction and you'll be all right."

He shook his head, having no idea what she was talking about. She sat down on the bed again and held her hand over his cock.

"I have power right now, and I like it. I love watching you squirm, I love watching your face when I do things like this..." Quickly, she formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, and slid it down the length of his rod, and back up again, squeezing just enough to make him moan in ecstasy.

She looked at him as she continued. "I get pleasure from this. I get pleasure from your reactions, from knowing YOU are getting pleasure from this. Admit it, this turns you on more than you ever dreamed it would, doesn't it?"

His face crimson, he nodded. She grinned at him as she stroked his cock one more time, savoring his reaction.

"I thought you might. And, since I'm the one with the power, I think it only fair that you ask politely when you want me to share some of it with you. A little while ago you were asking me to let you go. That's a no-no, as I explained. What you SHOULD be asking me is to allow you to cum. That's all you really want, isn't it? That's why you wanted me to undo those chains, so you could fuck me and cum, right?" He nodded, red-faced, beginning to suspect what was going to be next.

"I don't want to fuck right now - but I wouldn't mind seeing you cum. But you can't do that without my help, can you?" He shook his head, feeling the growing certainty of what was in store.

"So. That makes the answer quite obvious. I have to make you cum. If I want to. If you can convince me you really, honestly want to." She fell silent, waiting for his reaction, anticipating it and savoring it.

"And... um... Just how do I convince you?", he asked, suspecting the answer and both dreading it and finding it incredibly arousing.

Her eyes smoldered as she stared at him.

"Beg me", she said huskily.

"Oh, Jesus", he moaned, his body shuddering. His eyes screwed shut and his muscles twitched as the reality of the situation finally hit him.

"Beg me", she said again, her voice low and urgent. "Beg me. Beg me to let you cum. Beg me to touch you, beg me to suck you, beg me to make you scream with pleasure. Come on, Robert, beg me. Beg me to let you cum."

The look on his face was priceless, more erotic than anything Liza had ever seen. The expression of pure helplessness, of pure desire, of pure blind passion, drove her to a level of desire she'd never known before.

Crawling on the bed, she straddled him, her face inches from his, kissing him lightly as she whispered to him.

"Come on, lover, beg me, beg me to make you cum. I want to hear you moan, I want to hear you begging me to touch you. I want to hear you begging me to take that huge thing in my mouth and swallow it whole. Beg me, lover."

"Beg me."

He almost looked as if he were going to cry, she noticed with no real sympathy. She was too hot, too excited by the thought of him pleading with her to feel any sorrow.

"Oh God... Liza... please... " His body trembled violently, and she began covering his throat with light kisses. Her body was warm and soft against him, driving him utterly wild, and at last breaking down the last of his resistance.

"Jesus, honey, please! I want to cum, PLEASE fuck me, please let me cum. Jesus, I gotta cum, I gotta cum, honey, please let me cum!"

She paused, gazing into his unfocused eyes.

"Why?"

"WHY? God... shit... oh shit... why.. I have to... I have to cum... you were right, honey, you were right, this is a fucking turn-on, this is SUCH a Goddamn turn on, I'm gonna explode honey, oh, God, please PLEASE let me cum!"

She sat up, her ass on his abdomen, and looked down at him.

"So you want to cum. So what? This is for ME. I am the one with the power. If I'm going to do anything there has to be something in it for ME."

He stared at her in total shock, his mind spinning helplessly. What was in it for her? What did she want? It was so hard to think, it was just plain so HARD, and getting harder by the minute. But after a moment of panic, a vague idea formed.

"Honey... please... I want to please you. I want you to enjoy me. I want you to... to... to USE me..." He broke off, gasping as he said that. Her eyes shone as he went on.

"You were right. You do have the power. Even... even without anything on. You don't need the leather. I am so damn horny right now, and I got this way because of you. God, Liza, you make me hot. I want you to enjoy me, I want you to enjoy this. Please. Do what you want to with me. Please make me cum - IF it makes you happy."

Inside, Liza was close to tears herself. She fought the urge to just release him and climb onto that huge cock and ride it until they both passed out from exhaustion. But she had to finish this...

"Yes", she said, her voice breaking. "You do make me happy. It does make me happy when I please you. It does make me happy when I make you cum. It turns me on so much knowing I turn you on so much."

Without another word, Liza whirled around and bent over Robert's thick shaft. Taking a deep breath, she plunged his rod into her mouth, taking it all the way down, feeling the head against the back of her throat. Up and down she moved, sucking, stroking, closing her finger and thumb tightly around the base of his cock. He cried out, his body shaking violently, as she sucked and pumped his aching cock.

Her hair over her eyes, her body on fire, she paused for a split second and snarled two words.

"Beg me".

He moaned loudly, and his pleas echoed in her ears and her soul as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Just as his body began to jerk, just as she felt his muscles begin to tighten for that one final spasm, she stopped.

His cry of anguish nearly made her cum right that instant. The raw eroticism of the moment again brought tears to her eyes, and she blinked them away as she moved around on the bed.

Crouching above him, her feet straddling him, her pussy less than an inch above his straining member, she looked at him and whispered, "Beg me."

It was clear he was no longer capable of coherent thought. His arms jerked this way and that as he tried to free himself, as did his legs. His face was wild, his expression a contorted mix of passion and desperation. This time there was no hesitation. His reply was automatic, coming from his soul and not his mind.

"Liza, please, oh please, fuck me, fuck me, ride me, ride my cock, I want you to cum, I want to please you, I want to feel you squeezing me, I want to watch you cum, please Liza, please, fuck me, cum with me, cum with me please Liza, oh God..."

He rambled on, at times making no sense whatsoever - which in turn made Liza even more aroused. She had pushed him past anything he had ever experienced - and this was only the beginning.

"Yes, lover, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ride you until you beg me to stop. I'm going to make you cum like you've never cum before - because it pleases me to do so for you."

He made no answer, and she doubted he even really understood, as he continued his raving and writhing. But as she slid down onto his throbbing shaft, he froze, and his eyes opened wide. His mouth opened wide as well, and from it came a sound, a sound like Liza had never before heard. Even as his flesh filled her, that sound rose from a low moan to a high-pitched scream of pure abandon. Driven to a fever pitch, Liza rode him hard, squeezing and driving herself down on him harder and harder with every thrust.

He was groaning constantly, his body rising up to meet hers, his frenzied, rhythmic motions in natural harmony with her own. She gazed through half-closed eyes at his immobile hands and arms, and felt a rush of excitement run up and down her spine.

"God, lover, you thrill me", she whispered hoarsely. Her reply was another groan and a heavy shudder. Half dazed herself with pleasure and power, she giggled almost hysterically as she spoke her next words.

"Don't cum yet, baby, I'm not ready. I want to ride you all night, alllll night. I can keep you hard all night if I want. I'll put chains on your cock, too", she laughed, her words slurred, her nails digging into his chest. "Yeah, lover, I'll put chains around your cock to keep it up, keep it HARD, keep it SO FUCKING HARD... Chains, honey, chains on your cock, chains around your wrists, chains around your ankles... Chains, chains, chains... Chains, chains, chains...", she sang giddily as she pumped him. "And your beautiful cock will stay SO HARD", she moaned as she drove herself down on him harder than ever, twisting from side to side as she did.

He shuddered again, his eyes rolling up. She felt him tense, and through the fog of her passion she realized he was ready to cum.

With a gasp, she stopped.

"NO, Robert!", she cried, reaching down and holding his sweating face in her hands. His eyes flew open, his body froze, and he stared up at her in shock and dismay.

She kissed him full on the mouth, hard, holding his face to hers and grinding her hips. He moaned in her mouth and trembled.

"There", she gasped. "Now where was I? Oh, yes, now I remember."

Without another word, she rose up, placed her hands on his chest, and began rocking her hips again. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed as yet another wave of pleasure washed over him.

"Yeah, honey", she said as the passion overtook her once again. "Yeah, please me, let me FUCK you, let me ride you, let me make you cum until you're turned inside out. I know you're ready, I know you want to cum, I know that all you want to do is cum. But those chains belong to ME, lover, and I am the one who decides when I'm satisfied. Those chains are mine... Chains, lover... chains... chains... chains..."

She repeated the word over and over in sing-song voice as she bounced up and down on her powerless husband. Like most women, there was a certain amount of physical arousal, of actual contact, that had to occur before she would cum. In her covert study of hypnosis, she had learned that it WAS possible to reach orgasm with no physical contact, but it required practice. This way might take longer, but at least she was an expert at it, she thought with a giddy chuckle.

Several more times, she paused and kissed him, always just when she thought he was going to cum. After a while, he was almost delirious with desire, his immobile arms jerking uselessly, his body heaving with every movement of her body. It was time, she decided, as she felt the the first wave of orgasm approaching.

"Do you wanna come, baby?", she asked as she ground her body against his. His eyes opened slowly, unfocused, looking up at her, the ache, the burning desire obvious.

"Hhhuuuhhhhhh...??"

"I asked if you wanted to CUM, lover", she said. Very soon, she knew, very very soon and she herself would lose control. Her body arched as the pleasure rapidly built towards climax.

"Ahhhhhh.... yyaahhhahheaaahhhhhh"

She paused for a split second and stared into his glazed eyes, her body screaming for her to resume pumping him.

"Beg me", she said, the words making her heart race, her muscles tighten. She gasped as a tremor hit her. Not long now....

"Beg me, baby", she said urgently. "I know you wanna cum. I know you have to cum, you're ready, you have to. Beg me, Robert, beg me to let you cum."

There was pleading in her voice, although Robert was beyond recognizing that. Liza wanted to cum just as badly as he did.

"Ahhh... pll.....Ohhhhhhhhhhh". Robert's movements were quicker now, sharp jerks and jolts, increasing in frequency and urgency.

"BEG ME", Liza gasped, her nails in his flesh, her body surrounding his cock in a wet, steaming cocoon of ecstasy. Something clicked within Robert's mind.

"Pl...PLEASE!", he gasped. "PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Liza's thought of drawing out his pleas, of driving him to the very brink of abandon, was suddenly replaced by a shattering orgasm.

"YES!", she screamed. "YES! YES, CUM, CUM NOW, CUM NOW, YES, YES!!"

With a mighty bellow, Robert came. Liza cried out again and again as the flood of warmth filled her. Their cries merged into a chorus of pleasure. Gasping for air, she pumped him dry, moaning aloud with every breath. Robert's body jerked again and again as he found release at last, until finally he was still.

Then, utterly spent, Liza knelt there above him, his dwindling cock slowly easing its way out of her body on its own. She knelt there, dripping with sweat, looking down at her husband, who lay beneath her nearly unconscious. She summoned her inner reserves and managed to remain kneeling above him until his eyes opened. After all, she could not appear weak when it was he who wore the chains.

"Hi there", she whispered with a soft smile. Her hands rested gently on his chest, and his shrunken cock had withdrawn itself from her, but she had lowered herself to remain in contact with it, sodden and limp as it was.

"Hi", he croaked, shaking his head slowly. "God damn... I don't know what else to say, honey. That was the hottest thing I've ever done."

"So far", she said with an impish grin. His eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"Lover, this is only the beginning. There are so many places to go, so much we can do. Will you learn with me? Will you help me learn them?"

He stared at her, at the rivulets of sweat running down her body, at the tangled mane of her brown hair.

"Yes."

She leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues probing and dancing with each other. Some time later, their lips parted, and as she sat back up, he sighed.

"Something wrong?", she asked fearfully.

He smiled gently and shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong, honey, nothing at all. But... I do have on little request. I'll beg if I have to", he added with a chuckle.

"What's that?", she replied with a giggle.

His eyes moved up over his head in the direction of his hands, then down in the direction of his feet.

"Could you take these off now? My wrists and ankles are gonna be kinda raw I imagine."

He was more than a bit surprised when she threw her head back and laughed. For some time, he could not get an answer from her, as she could not seem to stop laughing. Finally, she calmed herself somewhat, but when she finally spoke, he again saw the gleam of desire and lust in her eyes.

"Lover, I have to show you something."

Puzzled, he watched as Liza slowly rose up and climbed off the bed. Just as slowly, she walked over to something, bent down, and picked it up. He felt a chill run down his spine as he heard a distinctly metallic sound.

She came back to the bed and showed him what she held in her hands. Goose bumps formed all over his body as he looked at what she was holding.

Dangling from her hands were several chains.

"What the hell...", he stammered, utterly astonished.

"I think if you try, you'll find your arms and legs move just fine now. Also, I really doubt you'll feel sore tomorrow. But, maybe, it depends on just HOW good your imagination is".

Slowly, he flexed his right hand, then his left. He then tried to move his right hand and he gasped as it came easily away from the headboard and hovered in front of his face. He looked at it uncomprehendingly as his left hand joined it. Looking down, he wiggled his toes, and then watched as both legs moved freely back and forth. His eyes moved to Liza and stayed there, completely stunned.

"What the fuck...???"

Her voice was very soft. "There were never any chains. Not real ones, not physical ones. When we talked last night... I hypnotized you. I was pretty nervous, but I actually got you pretty deep - and you'll go even deeper next time", she couldn't help but add. Before he could react, she continued.

"The only chains on you tonight were in your mind. I knew that as long as you were enjoying yourself, you'd allow yourself to believe that the chains I had you imagine were really there. If you'd really gotten upset or anything, they would have just vanished - poof - like a dream. So I knew all along that you really did want this, even if you didn't know it. And I knew that if I saw you moving your hands or feet, it was time to stop. It's called a 'safe word', like we talked about last week, but I didn't use a word. I used your mind itself. Does that make sense?"

"Holy shit", he breathed after a moment's thought, nodding slowly. "That's it. When you pushed me down on the bed, you were... you were staring at me and talking. And that's the last thing... You.. you really hypnotized me! Wow...."

She nodded. "Yes, I did. And you went under just wonderfully, and you went so deep, and I got so turned on just doing that that it was hard to not just make love to you while I had you hypnotized. Maybe", she said with a sly grin, "we can try that sometime too."

He glanced downward, and so did she. They both grinned as they saw his cock twitching.

Still looking at his slowly expanding cock, he said, "So while I was hypnotized you said I'd feel like I had chains on. And as long as I felt comfortable with what was happening, I'd keep feeling them?" Liza nodded.

Robert looked thoughtful as he studied his growing member. "What did you mean about sleeping all day? It's still Tuesday night, isn't it?"

She nodded, laughing. "I was just trying to get you a bit more confused, make it a bit harder for you to think. Are you mad at me", she asked, her voice suddenly fearful.

Robert's cock was now erect, waving in the air, still wet from their prior love-making. He gazed at it with appreciation, then glanced at his wife.

"What was that you said about making love under hypnosis?"

Liza froze. He smiled at her reaction, and nodded slowly.

"Want me to beg?", he asked softly.

Liza shuddered, feeling the heat rising rapidly.

"There's no need", she said as she moved closer to him. "You won't be in any condition to talk anyway."

Before he could reply, Liza placed the tip of her index finger on the end of her husband's nose. Reflexively, his eyes tried to focus on it, crossing slightly in the process.

"Trust me", his wife whispered.

Robert's eyes slowly fluttered closed. His breathing slowed, and she felt his body go limp once more.

Trembling, Liza began whispering to her hypnotized husband as she gently caressed his erect cock.