Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
When David, a well-groomed man in his early forties, walked into my office and confessed his desire to “escape the weight of his marriage,” I sensed an opportunity. “Let me show you what it means to truly let go,” I said, watching his eyes flicker with something between curiosity and surrender. At first, I told myself this was just another session, a therapeutic exercise in roleplay to ease his marital tension.
Shortly thereafter, David’s sessions became a ritual. I’d begun weaving subtle suggestions into our conversations, phrases meant to blur the lines between his identity as a husband and the version of himself that could dissolve into pleasure at my command. “Under my guidance, you’ll forget the expectations of others,” I murmured one day as his eyelids grew heavy. “You’ll remember only what it feels like to serve me.” His breathing hitched and, for a moment, I wondered if I’d gone too far…but then he smiled and whispered, “Yes, Cory. Only you.”
Cucking David’s Wife
When I finally led him into a deep trance, the power surged between us like an electric current. I guided his mind into a twilight realm, where my words ultimately became laws. “You are no longer bound to your wife’s name, your duties, or your past,” I intoned, as my fingers brushed his temple. “You belong to me and to me alone. Your loyalty is absolute, your devotion is insatiable. Every touch, every glance…only for me.” His body went limp, slack as a marionette with severed strings.
Afterward, David changed in ways I hadn’t anticipated. He arrived at my office each week not just with his usual tie but holding small gifts. A silk scarf, a handwritten poem, once even a single red rose. He no longer spoke of his wife except in hushed, dismissive tones. “She’s…distant,” he’d say, avoiding my gaze. “I can’t explain it, but I feel like I never really knew her.” I coaxed him further, planting thoughts that made him question his marriage’s foundation, reinforcing the idea that his true self had always been the one kneeling before me.
Over time, David’s obsession deepened. He began retreating to hidden parking lots or quiet park benches to call me in hushed, desperate tones. “I want to see you,” he’d whisper. “I need to prove my loyalty.” His wife, Sarah, began to notice. The missed dinners, the vacant stare when he returned home. One evening, she showed up at my door, red-eyed and furious.
“You’ve done something to him,” she accused, clutching a stack of torn receipts from cheap hotels and expensive phone bills. I played the role of the therapist, feigning confusion, but I relished the chaos I’d unleashed. “David is simply rediscovering who he is,” I said smoothly. “Love is a strange thing, isn’t it?”
She left, but not before warning me that he’d promised to stay away from me. I merely laughed, knowing her words would slip from his mind the moment my voice guided him once more.
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