The Girl at Table Eleven
Copyright© 2026 by blacknight99
Chapter 2: Innocence Personified
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2: Innocence Personified - An innocent young wife suddenly finds that she can’t help being seduced by all the men around her. Oddly, her husband doesn’t really seem to mind.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Fiction Humiliation Light Bond Big Breasts
He awoke as the blonde rose at 9:30. Lazily, he reached for her, but she squeezed from his embrace and stood, magnificently nude, looking down on him. “I don’t want to ruin it,” she said tenderly. “If I stop this now, it will always be perfect in my memory.”
He smiled up into her eyes, and he was glad that she didn’t pull away again as he took her hand. “Thank you, Thea. You helped me. I was in a really dark place last night.”
“I’m not going to tell,” she told him.
“Not going to tell who what?” he asked mildly.
“I’m not going to tell anybody about this. Not the girls I’m with, not George, not anyone. Not now, not ever. I’m going to remember what we did ... and how you helped me ... for the rest of my life, and it’s always going to be my secret.”
“Do you think one last kiss would ruin perfect?” he asked.
She leaned down and kissed him tenderly. Then she turned and dressed, even putting on the bra that had been stuffed into her purse. He watched for a minute, then found that he had dozed, because the room was empty. She never said goodbye.
Taking a deep breath, resolved to get on with it, he rose, fixing the small coffee pot and getting it going before heading to the bathroom to shower and shave. He refused to even think about Dinah, since he had no idea how he was going to begin the task ... whatever the hell the task really was. Twenty-five grand to “influence” a fucking boob-job? What the hell did that asshole...? No. It was better not to think about it.
Going to the forward “B” Deck dining area meant walking past the swimming pool. He was still fifteen minutes early, but he’d finished the small pot of coffee in his room, and he needed another cup. And there they were, all three of them, sitting in lounge chairs in the late morning sun; though, before he could get to them, Dinah and Tina had risen and started walking away. His call stopped them. Tina, in a two-piece swimsuit, was fastening some sort of wrap around her waist, but Dinah was in white shorts and a light flowery blouse. When she met his gaze, Dinah, for some reason, looked down and blushed.
“Hey, big guy,” Beth grinned up from the lounge chair. “Want to join me? Those two have an errand to run.”
“Dinah and I have an appointment for breakfast,” he replied. “Want to join us?”
“Already eaten,” Beth said. “Grab a chair. They’ll be back in half an hour.”
“We had an appointment,” he said a little more emphatically; though he immediately thought better of it. “Sorry,” he said pleasantly, holding up both hands in surrender. “I suppose it isn’t that time-critical. Please go do whatever you have to do.”
Dinah was blushing even harder. Tina smiled as she led her companion away toward the main shopping area. “Thanks, doctor. I’ll have her back to you soon.”
“Call me Jimmy.”
That made Tina smile even broader. “Oh, I would LOVE to call you Jimmy!” And she pulled the red-faced girl away.
Jimmy walked several feet to retrieve an upright pool chair. The area was very sparsely populated because the ship had already docked in Ensenada, and most passengers were probably ashore. He noted that two men were eyeing them openly, and he imagined that they were watching to see if he was going to stay with the ravishing girl in the green bikini. Eventually, they sighed and walked away.
“Where are those two going?” he asked, nodding toward the girls who had deserted them.
“You don’t want to know.”
“I DO want to know,” he said emphatically. “I really need to talk to Dinah.”
“No,” Beth said levelly, “you do NOT want to know.”
“Beth...”
She shrugged. “Last night, after the show, Dinah and her husband went back to their cabin. He literally ripped off her clothes, threw her on the floor ... on the FLOOR, Jimmy! ... jerked down his pants and plunged right in, balls deep. Pretty much just as you told her it was going to happen, huh?”
He felt the blood drain from his face. “Oh, my God!” He strove to find the words he wanted, but finally settled for: “Did he hurt her badly?”
Beth took a steadying breath and let her features soften. “No, I don’t think he hurt her. Just shocked her, mostly. I don’t know what she was anticipating, really. She kept saying that she just wanted to please him, be a good wife, and yada yada. She said that she felt satisfied afterwards; but I got the feeling that she wasn’t talking about being sexually satisfied herself ... she was only happy that she had satisfied HIM.”
“Aw, crap!” He thought for a moment. “And where are they going?”
“She’s innocent, Jimmy! More innocent than any girl I think I’ve ever met! It’s not that she isn’t intelligent. I think she’s smart as can be! She just doesn’t KNOW! That wasn’t her first time. At least, she said it wasn’t; though she was sort of vague. She mumbled something about them having done it before. But she doesn’t seem to know a lot of the basics; know what I mean?” She paused as Jimmy gave her a firm look. “She doesn’t know about sexual hygiene, Jimmy. She’s having a little ... um ... odor problem this morning.”
“Oh.”
“Told you you didn’t want to know!” She paused a long minute to let him digest it all. “I really, really, really like her, Jimmy! I mean, I REALLY do! But the more I find out, the LESS I like that husband of hers.”
“Oh, you would not be-lieve!” he muttered.
That made her perk up. “Tell me!”
He took a deep breath and frowned. “Beth, I think I’m going to have to start thinking of Dinah as a patient; or at the very least, at this point, as a prospective patient. And that means confidentiality.”
“Aw, Jimmy! No fair! I told YOU!”
He shook his head. “Come on, Beth. You know the rules. If SHE wants to tell you something ... or everything, for that matter ... then I certainly won’t stand in the way. But if a patient tells me something in confidence, then no one ... including her friends and her husband ... will ever hear it from me. It HAS to be that way!”
“No fair!” she muttered again softly, looking away from him. After a long moment, she glanced up. “She wants to go with Tina and me when we go shopping in town today. That’s okay, isn’t it?”
He took a breath and checked his watch. “Can you give me a couple hours with her first? Say, one-thirty? That should give you a few hours in the plaza shopping before the ship sails at six. Deal? Have her talk to her husband about tonight, if you want to get together with her. I’ll be busy with the second performance, anyway, so maybe the three of you can hang out then as well.”
“We sure don’t want to be around HIM! But ... okay. I’ll talk to Tina about it.”
“Were you and Tina together last night?”
“Yes. And before you say anything, I did NOT initiate anything ... SHE did! She said she didn’t want to be alone; and so, of course, I volunteered. But I told her right up front about my ... uh ... proclivities; and that I wouldn’t touch her. I’d just stay with her. And that’s exactly what I did! I was Little Miss Prim and Proper! And I listened to her until the wee hours of the morning. And I held her while she cried. She was head-over-heels about the guy that stood her up. They live together. Or did before this happened. But he didn’t even answer her texts or phone calls! And last night, I never touched her sexually! I swear! Then, sometime after the sun came up, I woke up and she was kissing me. And she said she’d never done it with a girl before. And, oh, Jimmy, I’m in love!”
“You’re always in love.”
“This time, it’s different!”
“It’s always different.”
“I was there when she needed me. And this morning, she was there when I needed her! And Jimmy ... it was wonderful!”
“And if it ever turns out not to be wonderful, I’ll be there for you to tell me all about it,” he said gently.
She smiled shyly. “You’re always there for me. But just you wait! You’ll see!”
“I’m happy for you, Beth.”
She got up and hugged him. There were a couple cat-calls from guys around the pool.
Dinah and Tina walked toward them from the direction of the aft staterooms. Tina took off her wrap when she got to them, and Jimmy thought she was pushing out her chest a little as she looked at him and smiled with lidded eyes. He felt a smirk coming on, but kept his face impassive. Dinah handed him a key card. The number was for an “A” deck poolside room, one deck over them, and he shaded his eyes as he looked around and above until he spotted it.
“Let me see the key card for YOUR room,” he ordered; and Dinah produced it. He didn’t take it, but his frown deepened. This whole gig made less and less sense as things progressed. Melnyk had indicated that he’d gotten this extra room for their “sessions” for the whole cruise. Why in God’s name had he arranged for a poolside room for this extra-curricular task, while they stayed in an inside lower cabin for their honeymoon? He sighed heavily. “Are you ready for breakfast? They’re about to stop serving.”
“Can I stay here for a few more minutes, and you bring me a muffin?”
He couldn’t help smiling at her. “Sure. Coffee?”
“A glass of milk?”
“I’ll be back.”
After he’d piled pastries, coffee and a carton of milk on a cardboard carry-out tray from the buffet, he made his way back to the pool and tarried a while to let the girls gossip and giggle while he nibbled and drank his coffee. But eventually, he led Dinah up a flight of outdoor steps and to the room that Melnyk had arranged for them. Nice place. He could either draw the curtains or adjust them for varying degrees of outside light; and the sounds of the pool area below them were muffled to the point that, with the A/C on, they were eliminated entirely. The furniture included a couch and a cushioned chair, and he chose the chair, facing her.
“Do you have any idea why your husband wants me to talk to you?”
Holy crap, she was pretty! Her hair swayed left and right, caressing the shoulders of her thin blouse as she shook her head, her eyes wide and intent. He had tried to come up with some sort of script for this discussion; but already, he was diverting from that. He realized that if he spent too long choosing the right words, he’d sound as insecure as he felt. And if he started speaking from rote, he’d sound like a sideshow hawker sensing an easy target. He sighed.
“I know your secret,” Dinah interrupted his thoughts.
“Oh, you do?”
“Yes. You, Jimmy, are a great big pussycat!”
He had been leaning forward, but he sat back. “Oh, I am?”
“Yes,” she said definitively. “It’s the first thing Beth ever told me. Oddly enough, at the time, we were sitting, stark naked in front of a hundred people.”
Jimmy barked a laugh. “My hypnotic subjects conspiring onstage behind my back! I never anticipated that!”
“Whatever this is all about,” the girl said in a small voice, “I don’t want to cause you undue concern. And for some reason, you seem sort of stressed by it.” She let that sink in. “Why not just come out and say it, whatever it is?”
He was still learning the ropes in his chosen field, but it sometimes felt as if HE was the patient. He gave another sigh. “Do you love your husband, Dinah?”
She answered more quickly than he expected. “If it isn’t love, I sincerely wish that it was. I WANT to love him. Does that make sense?”
He regarded her with renewed respect. “Not really, but I think you’ve summed up the way a lot of folks consider it.” He took another deep breath. “You’re going to think I’m getting way off topic here, but humor me. I believe you are a very pretty girl.” He paused while she blushed. “What do YOU think of yourself; your appearance; your face and your body.”
She shrugged expansively while he tried valiantly to concentrate on her face. “I never really think about it. I work almost exclusively with young children, and the sisters at the convent and the school. Until Ivan, I don’t think I’ve ever overtly tried to impress a man. I read novels, of course. I know how sex works. Or, at least, I think I do for the most part.” She was silent for a long time. “I’m not sure how much about my life I should tell you.”
“Dinah, I’m a clinical psychologist. Well, I’m actually an intern. I still have one semester to go at Cal State. Anyway, I already have patients; and with your consent, I would like to consider you one, as well. You can think of me as your doctor. I will never, ever divulge anything you tell me in confidence, to your husband or anyone else. You have my word.”
She nodded. “I don’t like my breasts. I never have. Ever since I got them. They’re small, and they’re flat, and they sag. At first, I simply didn’t care. I was going to be a nun. I took my temporary vows as a novice when I turned eighteen. Most people think vows are forever, but the first ones aren’t. And over the past three years, I knew ... I just knew ... that I wasn’t going to stay. So, this year, officially, I left the order. But I got my teaching certificate while I was with them, and I absolutely love working with the kids at the center.
“I met Ivan in the park, and he talked me into going for a walk with him; and then dinner. I had a couple glasses of wine, which I’m not used to. And somehow or another, we wound up in bed. My first time. And of course ... of course ... I got pregnant. But Ivan never hesitated. He said he loved me. He wanted to marry me. And he was all I really had. I told my mother I was pregnant; and she, in turn, told my father; and he told me they never wanted to see me again.”
Jimmy was really shaken by the confession. “Uh ... congratulations. When are you due?”
“I’m not. I don’t know what happened, but I had my period. Maybe I miscarried ... or maybe it was a false positive test. Anyway, we’d already arranged for everything. Arranged for the marriage, I mean. He acted so excited about being together ... about having a baby ... and he had been so selfless, so understanding ... that I never even considered not marrying him.”
“I see.” Jimmy considered everything he’d heard. “Dinah, your husband tells me that the two of you have talked about breast augmentation surgery.”
She blushed even more than she had been. “I ... didn’t know. That he’d talked about it with you, I mean. He and I have discussed it. He says I should go ahead ... that he’s ready to do it for me. But ... I’ve never had any surgery before. I guess I’m sort of nervous about it.”
And there it was. Had he really been so wrong about everything? Had he actually misread the whole situation? Was this just a case of merely relieving a pretty girl’s anxiety about a routine medical procedure?
“Dinah,” he said seriously, “I can help you overcome your feelings of unease and apprehension about this simple operation. I need to tell you, honestly, that I, personally, think your ... um ... body type is very attractive; and quite frankly, from the reaction of the audience last night ... so does everybody else. But this is YOUR decision, and if you are sure that this is the direction you want to go, I’d be happy to assist you through therapy.”
The girl studied him carefully. “If you become my doctor,” she said quietly, “can you still be my friend?”
He laughed. “Count on it.” He took a breath and thought. “Okay. The girls said they wanted to go into the plaza to shop; and I sort of promised Beth that I’d let you join them at one-thirty. If this is the course that YOU want to pursue, then we’ll work with establishing hypnotic states for a while. Your husband said we can use this room for the whole cruise, and I have a few things to get ready for tonight’s performance, anyway. Let’s meet by the pool again tomorrow, just like this morning, and we’ll be able to wrap things up well before I have to get ready for the last night’s show. Sound okay? Hopefully, we’ll be able to conquer any fears and anxiety before you and your husband meet your medical professionals when you get back in town.”
“I’m going to be doing it that soon, then?” she asked.
“He hasn’t told you?” he countered. “He said there was something about only having access to funds for a short time.” Again, he felt unease with the way Melnyk was setting everything up. “What does your husband do for a living?”
“He’s in insurance. He works at Fortification Insurance Corporation in Burbank.”
Jimmy considered this. That was the largest agency on the west coast. “What’s he do? Sales?”
“I’m not sure. He said something about ‘actual’ something-something.”
“Actuarial tables?”
She brightened. “Yeah! That’s it!”
But that made even less sense. Why would funds amounting to well over twenty-five grand be available for only a short period? It couldn’t possibly be related to his work. But ... that didn’t really have anything to do with the task at hand.
For the next hour and a half, he worked with her using various trance states. Holy cow! She was susceptible to just about every kind of hypnosis he’d ever tried: Ericksonian, eye fixation, arm levitation, progressive relaxation, countdown, confusion, and even shock induction. He kept waking her and putting her back under, and she seemed very comfortable with the process. Being with her like this, however, was bringing back all the feelings he had experienced last night. It would be SO easy to fall for this pretty young lady. Keep it professional, he kept chiding himself.
At one o’clock, he made sure that she was awake, alert and in a good mood for her shopping trip with the girls; and he bid her adieu. He had other matters to attend to, anyway. The main stage was used for a general-audience production at seven, and there was a lot of setup that had to be done before the midnight show could go on again. He was more than a little surprised when Melnyk knocked on his dressing room door at 9:30.
“Dinah tells me that she spent most of the day shopping!” he groused. “I went to a lot of time, effort and money to get you that room for your therapy sessions, and I intended for you to utilize it for more than just an hour or two!”
Jimmy looked carefully at the man, who seemed more-or-less the same as he had the previous night, though he now smelled distinctly of liquor. Normally, he would have bristled at the comment, but he was sick of experiencing the rollercoaster emotions he was having for this person. Looking almost bored, he responded.
“Mr. Melnyk, I do not well-tolerate micromanagement. You insinuated that the room was available for the duration of the cruise; and I intended to utilize it tomorrow to complete our therapy. But I’m not sure it’s really necessary. I like your wife a lot. I can just chalk this up to helping a friend. You go have a seat out in the theater, and I’ll go back to my room and get your five grand. Let’s just forget the whole thing. I’ll get you the names of a few psychologists that might be able to...”
But he stopped at the other man’s expression. THIS was the look he had been trying to instill on the guy’s face the night before! Melnyk looked startled, unsettled, ill-at-ease ... and just plain scared. “Please, Mr. Rankstrom!” he implored. “Please forgive me! I meant no offense. I was just...” He seemed at a loss for words. “I ... um ... have been alone today without my wife’s company. I have been drinking. I should not have come here. Yes, you have use of the cabin on “A” deck all day tomorrow. Please use it any way you want. It is completely yours for as long as you need it. I will leave you now. Thank you again for consenting to help my wife. Good day.” And he turned and fled.
Holy crap! What a weird dude! Jimmy couldn’t risk spending too much time thinking about this before another act, but he snatched up his cell and texted Beth, asking to meet with her after the act, about 1:30 AM. In just a few minutes, she replied, naming a bar down on “C.”
The production went off without a hitch; and, feeling good about it, he made his way to the meeting with Beth. Tina was with her, and they were holding hands, each wearing a sort of goofy, just-fucked expression. Jimmy could only smile at them, as he motioned to a waitress and treated himself to a double-Jack on the rocks, which was sort of becoming his “unwinding” drink of choice lately. He shook his head as he regarded the two love-struck females. Beth had absolutely horrible luck with love. This certainly appeared promising; but the chances were not good, based on her track record.
“I need your help,” he told them after he’d been served. “Was Dinah okay during your time ashore today?”
They both responded that they’d had a wonderful afternoon, and hoped to spend more time with Dinah tomorrow, if she could. Jimmy considered picking his words carefully, but finally decided to come right out with his concerns.
“Do you think her husband has ever physically abused her?” he asked, looking from one of them to the other.
“Funny you should ask that,” Beth responded. “I asked her the same question. Exactly. She seemed shocked by it, and categorically denied that he’d ever harmed her in any way. But after hearing her talk about him, I get the distinct impression that emotional abuse might rear its ugly head frequently.”
“Like, maybe constantly,” Tina interjected. “Just about all her plans include phrases like ‘ ... if Ivan says it’s okay,’ and ‘ ... if Ivan will let me.’ I’ve never met this guy, and quite frankly, I’m not sure if I ever really want to.”
“But nothing physical,” Jimmy murmured. He shook his head, realizing that he was once again right back where he had started. No evidence. Nothing to prove that all of his feelings weren’t just prejudice. He downed his drink and stood. “Thank you, ladies. May I treat you to lunch tomorrow in the Rainbow Lounge? I’ll bring Dinah with me. Time for bed!”
Beth smiled broadly and held Tina’s hand lovingly. “We’ve been in bed since we left Ensenada! We’re going to party a little! We’ll see you for lunch!”
The Rainbow Lounge was so called because it was between two large bars: one that was especially used by the gay passengers, and one that was predominantly for the lesbian patrons. But the ship’s employees all knew that the lounge restaurant boasted the best chef on the vessel, and some truly amazing dishes could be enjoyed there. As a result, lunch the next day was a particularly pleasant affair. Dinah, who was experiencing numerous things for the first time in her life, was exuberant and often little-girlish; while her three companions found joy just from being around her.
Jimmy never indulged in alcohol for lunch, but he ordered a nice bottle of wine for the ladies; and they were suddenly having the time of their lives, whispering and laughing and even, at one point, singing. Tina and Beth begged Jimmy to let their new friend spend the afternoon poolside with them, but time was running out and he still needed a few hours with her, knowing that he’d never be able to complete the therapy sessions otherwise. That’s when Dinah dropped a bombshell: her husband had told her she could spend the entire evening, including dinner, with her “shopping girlfriends,” if she wanted. Beth and Tina were overjoyed, but the statement absolutely floored Jimmy.
All the old doubts and worries were back. What the hell kind of husband wants a honeymoon where his wife spends her days in independent therapy sessions locked alone in a room with another man, and her nights gallivanting around the ship with other women? Again, nothing made sense! Melnyk talked as if he was in love with her, but there was absolutely zero romance. But ... once more ... there was nothing actually wrong with that; it was just something Jimmy didn’t agree with.
Back in their little cabin overlooking the pool area, they resumed where they had left off that morning. Jimmy had Dinah in an almost instantaneous, exceedingly deep hypnotic trance state. She was so susceptible to his inductions, so compliant and accepting, that he came to believe that this was the answer to her problem. He had seen the type before. Dinah was one of those women who not only agreed to relinquish control to another, she wanted it; more than wanted ... she actually craved it. In others, that normally led to further desires and fixations, such as bondage. But, of course, Dinah had never been exposed to those; and with the kind of husband she now had, she most probably never would be.
Jimmy decided to use her desire to his benefit. He began discussing it with her deepest subconscious self. Instead of fixating on the surgical procedure itself, he asked her to imagine the loss of control she would experience through the anesthesia. He assumed that she would be sedated for the operation, but he looked it up to make sure. And yes, there was usually a sedative, then a general anesthetic, all administered intravenously. He would concentrate on that aspect of the thing, and if he could get her to look forward to that the way she seemed to want to surrender to hypnosis, she’d be distracted enough to forget her anxiety about the procedure itself. On the other hand, he didn’t want her to go out looking for that type of release through the use of illicit drugs, so there had to be some roadblocks installed.
He was shocked to find that he’d been droning on for almost another three hours! After a few text messages to Beth, he woke Dinah for the last time and took her down to the pool area to meet them. They’d purchased a swimsuit for their new friend, something Jimmy would have loved to see her in. But alas, he had a show to prepare for; and he bid them a fond farewell. Assuming she might never see him again, Dinah hugged him warmly, thanked him, and kissed him on the cheek.
He was surprised again by a knock on the dressing room door at nine, and even more surprised when Melnyk spoke courteously and appreciatively. “I understand you were with her in the room for almost five hours today!” he said with apparent excitement. “You have my thanks. I believe your efforts will most certainly lead to my wife’s satisfaction. If you check your bank balance, you will see that I have deposited the full remaining amount, simply based on your obvious accomplishments. You have my undying thanks.”
“Where the hell did you get my bank account number?” Jimmy barked before he could stop himself. He supposed he ought to show a little appreciation.
Melnyk seemed to take no offense, and shrugged with a small grin. “I am rather adept when it comes to computer systems. And, I believe that if you ask your good friend Beth, she will tell you that it’s actually very easy to deposit money into an account. The safeguards all go the other way.”
“Computers,” Jimmy mumbled. “Ah, yes. Actuarial tables.”
Now Melnyk showed surprise, but he recovered quickly. “Oh. She told you. Actually, I’m a little surprised that she even remembered the term.”
Jimmy didn’t want to think about any of this right now. The show this evening went on two hours earlier than the previous shows because the ship would dock back in Long Beach in the morning. As a result, it was different altogether ... what he liked to think of the “R-rated” show. That actually took a lot more preparation. There were limits, where sexuality was concerned. A lot less nudity, a lot more acting like chickens and dogs and pussycats. And he would soon have to go up into the riggings to scope out the crowd.
Melnyk accepted his polite dismissal, thanked him once again, and walked out. It was only afterwards that Jimmy thought to wonder: How had the man known that Beth, someone he had never met, worked in banking? But ... there was no time to think about Melnyk or Beth or anything else right now. Compartmentalization! Just think about the act!
The performance was a success, at least as far as he and the audience were concerned. After securing everything for the evening backstage, he cruised a couple bars looking for the girls, but he didn’t think it worth texting or calling. He stuck with one drink, and headed back to his room. Logging onto his laptop, he found that, sure enough, he was now twenty thousand dollars richer, not counting the envelope of cash he had in his room safe. He was going to make it! He’d signed up for five more short cruises with the company, and this would do it. He could now swing the last semester. He could start his career debt-free. He had actually achieved one of his major financial life goals.
Now ... if he could only shake the feeling that he’d just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.
A ship only makes money while it’s at sea. In port, it spends money: on fees and supplies and services and taxes. Alas, it cannot stay away from shore forever. It has to stop for fuel and repairs and stores and personnel and a myriad of other things. The average lifespan of a cruise ship is about thirty years, and that period is broken up into three distinct phases. The first fifteen years comprise its peak earnings period; while the third phase, the last five years, sees it into retirement and eventual scrap. The Bawdy Strumpet was well into its second phase, that ten-year period when things wore out or simply went wrong. In the past five years, it had changed cruise lines three times, resulting in a name change with each new company.
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