The Mark of Vengeance
Copyright© 2026 by The Hypno Man
Part 6
Mind Control Sex Story: Part 6 - A frustrated young man seeking revenge.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Hypnosis Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Indian Erotica
Sensual Narrative Continuation
Chapter XVII: Disciplining the Wife and Morning Edging
Saturday morning arrived, and I awoke before Anita finished her bath. Waiting patiently in our room, I watched as she stepped out of the bathroom wearing her blouse and petticoat. A single glance told me everything: she was wearing a bra underneath, defying my strict instruction. I narrowed my eyes, shooting her a stern, angry look.
She immediately began pleading, her voice trembling as she begged me not to make her go braless around the house. She insisted that Mom had already noticed her missing bra yesterday and that the shame was too much to bear.
Determined to enforce complete obedience, I pulled her over my lap face down and spanked her bare buttocks firmly several times. Standing her back up, I stripped away her blouse and bra, catching her rigid nipples between my teeth and chewing on them until they hardened into sensitive, rock-solid peaks.
Laying her back on the bed, I hiked her petticoat up to her navel and slid her panties down her thighs. I buried my face between her legs, licking her wet core furiously. Sensual moans echoed through her throat as I drove her to the absolute peak of sexual arousal, keeping her trapped right on the razor edge of release without granting her an orgasm.
Leaving her in a hazy, dreamlike trance, she mindlessly rubbed her thighs together. I helped her put her blouse back on—without a bra—and wrapped her saree around her waist, whispering that she needed to hurry before Mom scolded her for sleeping late. Dazed and flush with lingering desire, she adjusted her pleats. Once her extreme arousal cooled slightly so she could maintain basic composure, I gently pushed her out of the bedroom into the hallway.
Chapter XVII: The Garage Hypnosis and The Butt Plug Mandate
At breakfast, Mom was once again clad in her traditional saree rather than the cream-colored nightie. Anita shot me continuous, hard glances throughout the meal. As the week drew to a close with Mom having worn the sheer nightie only once, I was determined to understand why she had reverted back to her saree.