How to Make a Ball-busting Nympho

 How to Make a Ball-busting Nympho, by Dicknstreet

"how to plant a post-hypnotic suggestion" -- I typed those words into the search bar and hit Enter.

I scrolled through the results, a lot of websites about hypnosis, but nothing looked like just what I wanted. I clicked on a few links, and did some reading about post-hypnotic suggestion in general, but what I was really looking for was a quick and easy way to plant the suggestion without going to the trouble of learning hypnosis. I did not believe my project would succeed if I had to do that; I just didn't think I could do it.

There were a couple websites about surreptitious hypnosis, which is really what I had in mind, but that takes real talent and years of practice. I wanted to implement my ideas as soon as possible.

Conceptually, my idea was pretty simple. I love to eat pussy, but my wife had some kind of hang-up about it, probably some family-of-origin issues or something. She really enjoyed it when I was able to talk her into it, but if I brought up the subject more often that every couple of weeks, it really killed her mood. I just wanted to help her get over her inability to relax and accept pleasure freely given. What could be wrong with that?

I kept searching, paging deep into the search results. It must have been on page 15 or beyond, I don't really remember, but I clicked on the link. The page took forever to load, and I found myself becoming discouraged as I read the description of the product. It was obviously an old web page, touting an audio CD. The files were not available by download. They didn't even accept PayPal.

The audio program on the disk was supposedly "guaranteed" to put anybody into a hypnotic trance with or without their knowledge and consent, as long as it was played while the subject was asleep. There were some testimonials, but they looked like ringers, probably written by the producer or his relatives. Nevertheless, it looked like the best option, assuming they were still in business, and it was only $49.99, which I figured was worth the risk.

I filled out the online order form and used a credit card with a very low limit, which I keep just for situations like this. Anybody who steals that number wouldn't even be able to buy dinner at a nice restaurant. I used my office address, to avoid the possibility of my package being intercepted by my "subject." I clicked the "place order" button, and after about 5 minutes of waiting, a confirmation page appeared. It looked legit.

Four weeks later the CD arrived. The package included an instruction booklet, which I skimmed, reading the parts that looked important. There were several pages of warnings, which I couldn't be bothered to read the whole thing. I already knew from previous research, you can't make somebody act against their personal moral code, or do something stupidly dangerous like step in front of a bus.

The unanswered question in my mind was, if the subject wakes up before they go into a trance, how do you explain the audio you're playing for them. That seemed a big drawback. Fortunately for me, my wife has a prescription for arbien, a heavy duty sleeping pill. I just had to pick a night when I knew she had taken one. A half hour would be plenty of time, she'd be out like a light, and difficult to rouse, and if she did wake up, the probability that she would remember anything was practically nil.

I decided to start that same night. After making sure she was asleep, I started the CD. I heard white noise, with a man's voice barely discernable in the background. I couldn't make out the words. After about five minutes, I heard silence and paused the disc, as instructed.

I started my script. "You feel a deep personal connection to me when my head is between your legs and my mouth is on your vagina. When I'm kissing you down there, you feel safe, secure, and loved. Every orgasm you experience from oral sex with me will bring us closer, and you will feel deeply satisfied in every way with our relationship." The instructions said to find your subject's "hot button" emotional issues and connect them with the desired behavior, to provide a positive reinforcement. This made perfect sense to me. Women are always looking for deeper emotional connections.

I repeated the first two sentences, then repeated them again for a total of 3 times. Now to add a trigger. "When you hear me say the words, 'would you like a glass of iced tea,' you will begin to feel sexually aroused. Maybe you will accept the tea, or maybe you won't, that will be up to you, but when you hear me, and only me, speak these words, 'would you like a glass of iced tea,' you will begin to feel a sexual desire that increases in intensity, it continues to grow stronger, until you can think of nothing else but my head between your legs and my tongue on your vagina. As your desire grows, you will ask me for what you need, oral sex. You will ask me, and only me, for oral sex. You will insist on it. Your body will be craving oral sex, and you will know that nothing else will satisfy you. The orgasms you get from oral sex will be satisfying, gratifying, filling you with a calm sense of peace." I tried to follow the general format of examples that were included in the instructions, but there were no examples related to sex. That struck me as odd; I mean, why else would you hypnotize someone surreptitiously, except to obtain sex that you couldn't get through normal means.

I repeated the trigger script twice, then repeated the whole script from top to bottom. Giving in to my inner exhibitionist, I added, "you love watching me masturbate. When you see me masturbating, you feel closer to me than ever. When you see me masturbating, you feel loved. Oh, and you also like to look at my cock, and touch my cock. You like to see it erect, and you want to see it and touch it at every opportunity." The instructions included strong warnings against going off-script, but I didn't see any harm in that last bit -- maybe it would stick, maybe it wouldn't. I resumed the CD and let it finish, about another 5 minutes. That was pretty easy; in a couple days, I would know how effective it was. According to the directions, I was to go through this entire process for 3 consecutive nights before testing the trigger. I started on Wednesday, so by Saturday we would be good to go.

Saturday arrived, and I was pretty excited. I had planned to wait until bedtime, but around 1:00 we found ourselves taking a break from the regular weekend chores, sitting in the living room watching some recorded episode of some sit-com. As I stood and started toward the kitchen, I asked, "would you like a glass of iced tea?"

"Sure," came the response.

I went ahead and fixed a couple glasses of tea. When I came back into the room I searched her face for any tell-tale signs of horniness. Nothing that I could see. As I handed her the glass, she patted the sofa and said, "Why don't you sit here by me." That was promising. I sit and put my arm around her shoulders; she nestled up against me, putting her head on my shoulder and her hands clasped together in my lap. She is petite, thin, slender in the hips and shoulders, but with disproportionately large breasts. In her face you can see just a hint of her latin heritage. I've always been a sucker for latin women. Beautiful, big-breasted latin women. I consider myself lucky to have reeled this one in.

I started to believe it might just be working. She started fidgeting, like she couldn't get comfortable, so I asked, "Is everything ok? You seem kind of restless."

She looked up with a mischievous smile and said, "you don't feel like a nap right now, do you?" "Nap" was our euphemism for daytime sex.

I did want it, for sure, but I also wanted to test my hypnosis, so I said, "I'm kind of tired right now, how about later on?"

She shrugged, "okay."

Another 3 or 4 minutes passed. She put her hand right on my cock, which was getting a little stiff in anticipation, and started rubbing. "You really too tired right now?" She was smiling her best "come hither" smile.

"I'm pretty tired," I said with a half-smile.

She continued to massage my dick, now fully erect. She was rubbing it through the lightweight fabric of the shorts I wore for yard work. I went commando today, just for purposes of this very test. Her fingers were tracing its length, sometimes using her nails, sometimes 1 or 2 fingers, sometimes rubbing with her palm. She is a very capable woman; she can give a hundred dollar hand job and she knows exactly what I like. A wet spot formed on my pants, which she noticed of course, but didn't let up. In fact her assault was becoming more and more aggressive.

Finally, after another minute or two, she stood up and asked for exactly what she needed. It's a moment I'll never forget -- the first time she ever asked for oral sex. She said, "I need to feel your mouth on me right now, please."

With that, she pulled her shorts and panties down and stepped out of them, sat back down, put her hand behind my head and started guiding me down to the floor. Aggressively pushing me down would be more accurate. Although very passionate, she's never been what you'd call "aggressive" in bed, until now. I got down on my knees and buried my face in her pussy, and started eating her out just the way she likes it. She wants to feel my breath on her first, then my tongue laid along her slit, motionless for a few minutes. This time, she grabbed my hair and started thrusting her hips towards me, so I started right in, alternately pushing my tongue as far into her pussy as it would go, and licking her clit, increasing the pressure as we went. She had a screaming orgasm after less than 10 minutes, which is remarkably fast, for her; usually it takes at least 15 or 20 minutes, sometimes longer.

When I stood up, she pulled my shorts off, and sat me back down beside her. I had no idea what she had in mind. It turns out, she was feeling so contented, that she really just wanted to cuddle. She drew up her knees, put her head on my shoulder, and started lazily playing with my cock and balls. It felt so good; as much as I wanted to cum, I was really enjoying the teasing hand job too much to complain. Eventually though, I just had to take it in hand, and started jerking off.

"You don't mind if I watch, do you?" she said, "I just love to watch."

I just smiled, and looked at her face as she watched, fascinated. It didn't take long until I was shooting. It felt so good, and she seemed happy about it.

I was very pleased with the result of my hypnosis experiment, so I decided to take it a little further. My goal had been to eat more pussy, but that first session was pretty short, so that night, after she fell asleep, I played the CD again. When I came to the pause, I started with the same script as before: I started with, "You feel a deep personal connection to me when my head is between your legs and my mouth is on your vagina." The directions said to reinforce prior instructions when the opportunity arose. I repeated the trigger instructions, too, but this time I added something new at the end. "After each orgasm, you will begin to feel sexually aroused. Your arousal will gradually increase in intensity until you can think of nothing else but my head between your legs and my tongue on your vagina. You will know that the only way to satisfy your desire is through oral sex from me. You will crave oral sex from me. You will ask for it."

At this point I deviated from the script again, improvising against the advice of the publisher: "You will insist on it. You will demand it. You will not take no for an answer. You will need oral sex from me."

Fortunately, I realized my mistake before it was too late -- I had created an endless loop. If I didn't program a way out, I would die between her legs. Not the worst way to go, admittedly, but I wasn't ready for that. "When you hear me say the words, 'I need some water,' you will be sexually satisfied in every way, and you will experience peace and contentment." There, that should do it. I played the rest of the CD.

I offered her a glass of iced tea the next night, and the next. It was great, I was getting to eat pussy like never before. I loved it when she asked me for it. I also repeated my added instructions the next two nights. I wasn't sure when that would take effect, since I had programmed her orgasms to be triggered by orgasms, and I would be eating her to orgasm every night anyway.

Tuesday night, I just couldn't wait for bedtime. Shortly after dinner, while we were watching TV, I offered her a glass of iced tea. This time she turned down the offer of tea. But, about five minutes later she stood up and, without speaking, removed her pants, sat back down with her legs spread, and just looked at me with raised eyebrows. Without hesitation I knelt before her and began making love to her sweet pussy with my mouth, until she cried out in ecstasy.

This time, she held my head in place and said, "Just stay right there for a minute. Breath on me." I did. It was like heaven to me, her hot pussy right in front of my nose, I could have stayed there forever. Or at least, a very long time. After a few minutes she pushed my face into her pussy and started grinding her hips. She had another amazing orgasm, and again asked me to stay where I was for a few minutes, until she again pushed my face into her amazing pussy.

Three, four, five times I ate her to orgasm before indicating that I needed some water, at which point she released me. She was tired, but completely satisfied and not just sexually. All those annoying things that wives don't like about their husbands, all forgotten. And me, I finally got enough pussy. It was a real rush, kind of a power trip.

For the next 2 or 3 weeks, I ate her to any number of orgasms every night, sometimes 1, usually 3 or 4. I hadn't gone beyond five, but was contemplating maybe an all-day pussy marathon on the coming Saturday, just to see what my own endurance level would be. My tongue ached a lot of the time, but it was growing stronger, so I knew I could do more. What's more, we settled into a routine where, after the oral, she would play with me, teasing me to my limit, then ask me to jerk it for her. As a confirmed exhibitionist, I was ecstatic about that development.

Then one night, before my offer of iced tea, she indicated a desire for a good fuck, something we hadn't done in a couple months at least. I was more than happy to oblige. It was great, as usual, and she came several times before I filled her pussy with semen, and it was a big load, too. About five minutes later, she threw back the covers, tapped me on the shoulder, and looked from me to her pussy and back to me, eyebrows raised.

"How about some dessert?" she asked. I hesitated -- I'd just filled that pussy with cum. "Come on, I know how much you like it."

I started to speak, but all I got out was, "Yeah, but..."

"Yeah but nothing. Get down there. Now." She wasn't even smiling.

I guess I didn't move fast enough for her. Before I knew what was happening, she had raised up, thrown her leg over me so she was straddling my chest. Grabbing the headboard for support, she walked her knees forward, over my shoulders, and didn't stop until her pussy was directly over my mouth. She had never, ever done anything remotely like this. Never expressed an interest in sitting on my face, and never been so aggressive. I was stunned, I kind of froze up.

"Open up," she said. When I didn't move, she swung around so that her back was to the headboard, and with her pussy still hovering over my mouth, she leaned forward, grabbed my balls and gave them a good squeeze. I remembered now, including the words "you will demand it" in my instructions to her.

"Ow!" I said, but before I could finish saying "that hurts!" she lowered herself down onto my face, and my cum started dripping into my mouth. I was, strangely, not totally grossed out by it. In fact, I was kind of turned on. I ended up eating her to 3 more orgasms, and masturbating for her afterwards.

After that, I started pretending to be reluctant to eat her out, just to experience that aggressive, demanding side of her. Now, I was really excited by our sex life, and she was happier with me than she'd been in a long time.

There were some other developments, unintended consequences, which I hadn't counted on. She began to insist that I get naked whenever we were at home together. I was delighted at first, but it was a little nerve-wracking at times. I'd get home from work and the first words she'd say were "would you please take off your clothes for me?" Of course I would oblige, how could I resist. But she kept me naked the whole time, during dinner, cleaning up, whatever we were doing. She would approach me at random times and pull on my cock, stroking it to erection, then walk away. Or sometimes she just said, "honey, make it hard for me, will you? I just love to see it hard." So I would have to stand there playing with myself until I produced an erection.

Movie theaters began to be problematic. She insisted I wear loose-fitting shorts without underwear. Soon as the trailers started, she would reach over and stick her hand up the leg of my shorts. She spent the whole movie stroking, holding, squeezing, and just generally teasing the hell out of me. It made me feel kind of panicky, and I tried to stop her, but she just wouldn't stop. Unless I wanted to make a scene, I just had to accept it. I usually had to walk out of the theatre with a big wet spot on the front of my pants. I started buying a bottle of water to pour on my lap before standing up, to disguise the pre-cum stain.

Another side effect of the increased sexual activity, is that she began to want me to fuck her more often. We were up to 2, sometimes 3 nights per week, and most Sunday afternoons. That was great, I was thrilled with it, but I found myself eating more and more of my own cum. I never really grew to like it very much, but after a while, I got used to it.

Before long, I realized that she probably had a dominant side which she kept hidden; otherwise she wouldn't respond so well to that type of hypnotic suggestion. I decided to experiment with another fantasy I'd been entertaining lately.

I got my CD out and played it that night. I did a little bit of reinforcing of the previous instructions, although it didn't seem necessary. Then I added a new script: "any time you feel anger or disappointment towards me for any reason, you will feel an irresistible urge to punish me by squeezing and hitting my balls." I went on to say that she would know that I had been adequately punished when my dick becomes soft; as long as it was erect, she would know that more punishment would be needed.

"All you have to do is tell me to take off my clothes so that you can punish me. You will insist on it. You will demand it." That wording had worked pretty well before.

At this point, another idea occurred to me, so I went off-script again. Even though the instruction booklet warned against suggestions that were overly complicated, I decided to add some more. "For your own safety, you will need to restrain my arms and legs during the punishment. It will feel perfectly natural for you to ask me how to bind me until you have learned how to do it yourself, and I will teach you everything you need to know." I was a little apprehensive about unleashing that beast, but figured what the heck, if the reality doesn't measure up to the fantasy, I can always turn that part off. I finished the script with some verbiage about how she would forget my transgression and we would be closer than ever before, and other touchy-feely kinds of words that women find so important.

I only had to wait 4 days to find out how well that last suggestion worked. When I got home from work, she had a very unhappy look on her face.

"Take off your clothes so I can punish you," she said.

"Why? I'm sorry, what have I done?" I asked.

"I told you to take off your clothes, now strip!" Oh shit, I forgot to have her tell me why she was angry.

I stripped down to nothing quick as I could. My dick was rock-hard, in anticipation of a fantasy about to become reality. She grabbed my dick and pulled me into the bedroom.

"Now, show me how to tie you down," she said with a no-nonsense tone.

I got four old neckties out of my closet, and showed her how to tie them securely to the bed posts, and how to make a slipknot in the other end. I climbed onto the bed and, with a deep breath, secured first one ankle, then the other, and finally my left hand. All she had to do was secure my right hand, which she easily accomplished. I was spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, my limbs stretched out pretty tight. She had me. I was so turned on.

The first thing she did was to reach to the bedside table for a bottle of hand lotion. She put a big dollop in her hand and started stroking my cock with it. It was amazing. She casually stopped stroking me, grabbed my balls with both hands, and squeezed tightly. I cried out, but to be honest, she was not all that strong, so even though it did hurt pretty bad, I knew it could have been a lot worse. She tightened her grip, and pointed her fingers inward, so that her nails were digging in. I cried out again, but she didn't let up. I started apologizing profusely, even though I had no idea what I was apologizing for.

"Shut up!" she said. That's the first time those words ever came out of her mouth, I'm certain of it. I shut the hell up. She didn't let up, although I thought her fingers might have been tiring. She kept shifting her grip, digging her fingers in, but painful as it was, I was still so damn turned on, that my erection was stiffer than ever. The look on her face...she was enjoying herself. I remember saying "squeezing and hitting," and she had not started hitting me yet; I hoped maybe we could avoid that. Tears were welling up in my eyes, and running down my face, so intense was the pain. Finally my erection started to fade. She immediately released my testicles.

"Thank you," I gasped.

She put some lotion in her hand and started stroking my cock. Soon it was harder than ever. She kept stroking. I felt a huge orgasm start to build when she suddenly released my cock and clamped down on my balls again, full strength.

"You know I have to keep this up as long as your dick is hard," she said matter-of-factly. I realized my mistake -- I had instilled in her a desire to see me erect, but a soft dick was the trigger to stop the punishment.

I was crying. My dick started to soften again. This time she let go of my balls with only one hand, and kept squeezing with the other while stroking my cock back to full hardness. Holy shit! What kind of monster had I created?

"My hands are getting tired," she said. Opening the top drawer of the bedside she withdrew a length of cord.

I was getting scared. "What is that for?" I asked. My erection was starting to fade, out of fear.

"You'll see."

She started wrapping the cord around my balls, tightly. There was enough to go around four times, then she tied the ends together. It was pretty tight. She lubed up her hands again and began stroking my cock, bringing me right up to the edge again. Then she reached into the drawer and pulled out a wooden spoon.

"Oh shit," was all I could say. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit."

She grabbed my hard cock with her left hand, holding it out of the way, and started whacking my balls with the spoon. I jumped with each blow. I was squirming, trying to get away, to protect my balls. She was hitting hard, and rapidly, I was crying out with each blow. When my cock started to soften, she stopped hitting long enough to stroke it back to its full hardness. Over and over.

Finally an idea hit me. "Would you like a glass of iced tea?" I asked.

"No, I'm busy right now." She kept whacking for another 3, 4 minutes then stopped and gave me a mischievous look. She stripped off and climbed up on the bed, straddling my face, and lowered her pussy on to my mouth. I tried to remember -- hadn't I made it a point to say everything about our relationship would be perfect following each orgasm? I could only hope that instruction would push aside her anger or frustration.

I asked for water after one orgasm, and thankfully she relented. I wasn't sure she would. After dinner I dug my hypnosis instruction booklet out and went to the chapter on releasing hypnotic suggestions. It was spelled out pretty clearly, so I was able to draft my script quickly. That night, after making sure she was out cold, I retrieved the CD from my desk. In the dark, I accidently kicked a chair leg on my way back to the bedroom. Damn that hurts, really hurts, and as I was hopping around cursing the damn chair, I landed on something sharp, hurting my other foot. I came down hard on my butt, which hurt some, but compared to my balls and my feet, it was really nothing. It was a minor cut on my foot, stopped bleeding after a minute or so. I turned on the light, to see what I'd stepped on, and what I saw left me paralyzed with fear. It was a piece of the CD, which I'd managed to drop, breaking it into 3 pieces. Damn it! Ok, at least it was cheap, I could afford another $50 to replace it, and hopefully not do anything to anger or disappoint her in the meantime.

I opened my laptop and tried to remember the website URL where I found the CD. No luck, so I looked in my browser history. Damn! I had just cleared the history that very morning. So I repeated the search I'd used the first time I found it. I remembered it coming up on about the fifteenth page, so I started scanning the search results. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty pages in, I realized it just wasn't there. I was nearly in a state of panic, trying every combination of words I could think of to bring up that page, but no luck.

I didn't sleep at all that night, and called in sick to work the next day, so I could work on my problem. I found some hypnosis forums, but found no mention of the CD. I joined two of them and started threads about it, checking back every 10 minutes. There were a couple of responses, but none with any information that would help me. I searched ebay, even Craig's List, with no luck.

She came home at lunchtime, which she hardly ever does. She walked into my study, and without even asking if I was feeling better, said bluntly, "take off your clothes, I need to punish you."

I tried to reason with her. "Honey, can't you tell me what I did, so I can avoid doing it in the future."

"Don't make me tell you again. Just strip."

I started crying as I stripped, but tears had no effect on her. When I was naked, she said, "go tie yourself down, I'll be in there in a minute."

I was shaking, I was so afraid, but I followed her instructions, and soon was tied spread-eagle on the bed, except for my right hand, which she secured after coming back in.

Before she started, I said, "Would you like some tea?"

"Don't be silly," she said, taking the cord out and tying my balls up tight. The act of having my balls bound gave me a semi-erection, but the fear and anxiety were a definite obstacle to a full hard-on. She got out the lotion and started with a slow, teasing hand job. Damn! She was good at that. I was rock hard in no time, and she didn't waste any time getting out the spoon and going to work. This time she was drawing back and really hitting hard. Most importantly, why wasn't she horny as hell by now? I began to feel very, very afraid.

After 8 or 10 blows, my erection deflated, and the lotion came back out. The cycle repeated 3 times before she noticed it was time for her to get back to work. She simply stood up without a word and left the room. I heard the front door open and close, then her car left the driveway. I couldn't believe she just left me tied up naked like that! And why didn't the iced tea trigger work? What if that part of the program was fading? I didn't know how long it would last. I had to consider the possibility that I might spend the rest of my life tied naked and spread-eagle to the bed, while my wife alternated between her first class hand jobs and wicked ball busting. As a fantasy, that thought would get me so hot I'd have to jerk off on the spot, but as a reality, it left a lot to be desired.

While I was laying there all afternoon, with aching balls and hornier than hell, I considered my options. I would just have to try the iced tea trigger again, and hope it worked. Maybe I had made a mistake in the wording. If for whatever reason it failed, I might not last the week.

Midway through the afternoon, I had to pee so bad it literally hurt. I couldn't help myself, I just let go, covering my torso with urine, and soaking the comforter, sheets, everything. That would cost me dearly, in terms of both money and pain. By late afternoon, the cord around my balls was digging in, and hurting like hell, not to mention my balls still aching from the earlier beating. On top of everything else, I was dehydrated, and thirsty as hell. I had no appetite, though, thanks to the souring smell of urine. Despite all the discomfort, in the back of my mind remained the thought that, one day soon I would think back on this experience, and masturbate to a mind-shattering orgasm.

Around 5:30 I heard the front door, and seconds later she was running into the room in tears, apologizing profusely. She released my bonds, helped me up and into the shower, and started cleaning up my mess. Thank goodness, her own personality was strong enough to override the programming in extreme circumstances. She was really very upset with herself, but fortunately I knew how to make everything all right.

"Would you like a glass of iced tea?"