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The Boots  

Part – 3, Hypnosis games

I decide to test him. For all I knew Jim was faking it, “Feel your body go numb as you lay there. It is as if you are a spirit without a body. So calm, so relaxed, at peace. My voice calming and relaxing you totally.”

Reaching over and pinching him hard on the side, I see no reaction at all from Jim. Well I think to myself, I know how to tell for sure. I take his dick into my mouth and start to suck on it. But to my surprise and delight it does not respond at all.

One of the things about hypnosis is that you can not make someone do something that they do not want to do on their own. But there is a loop hole. You just have to find what the person wants and phrase your suggestions in such a way that it seems like something they want to do.

But I digress. “You like this place, this grotto. So nice and relaxing, calm and at peace. Each breath taking you deeper and deeper more relaxed and at peace.” I let him lay there just breathing in and out for a minute. “As I speak you will be able to answer fully and truthfully while staying in this relaxed state. So peaceful and relaxed here. Do you like it here Jim?”

After a moment he replies, his voice a whisper, “yes.”

I smile to myself, “Could you have found your way here alone?”

“No.”

I smile more, “So, you need me to guide you here, to your peaceful and relaxing grotto?”

Jim paused a while before answering, “Need you.”

“You trust me totally to do what is right for you. Correct?” I say seeing how far he will take an idea on his own.

“Trust?”

“Think about it Jim, I lead you here to the grotto. I gave you the boots you enjoy so much. So that means you trust me to do what is right for you.” I watch for some type of reaction but his face and body lay like dead meat on the bed.

“Yes trust.”

“Why do you love wearing the boots?” I ask softly. “Do they turn you on? Make you feel special, happy, and beautiful?”

Jim waited so long answering that I was beginning to wonder if he went to sleep on me. But after a few minutes he said softly, “Loved.”

“You wear them because you know I love you in them?” I asked surprised.

“Yes”

“Yes I love you in the boots. They make you special, happy, and beautiful. You want to be happy right? You want me happy with you?” I pause a moment, “You need me happy with you.”

“Happy”

“Yes Jim, you want to be happy. When I am happy you are happy. When I am unhappy or upset with you, how do you feel?”

“Sad,” he said as if it were the worst possible thing.

“So you want to be happy, want me to be happy with you.” Ok I know I was getting carried away but I could not help myself.

“yes happy”

“Ok Jim. When you wear your boots, you know I am happy with you. So what are you going to do when not at work to keep me happy?”

A hint of a smile crossed his face, “Wear my boots.”

“Your boots make you special, loved, and beautiful. You wearing your boots makes me happy.”

“Beautiful… Happy”

“Now just lay here in your grotto, thinking about becoming special and making me happy. You will find yourself drifting into sleep and your dreams will be filled with thoughts of becoming special, beautiful, and your boots.” I said softly.

Removing his boots I smile and set them off to the side. As I drift into sleep I think of fun little things I can do to see how far I can take this.

One of the nice things about Jim and I both being off at the same time is that we can take joint showers. Saturday morning came and after coffee we went to take a shower. He went first while I grabbed underwear. Smiling I added a little present folded in with his briefs. The last time I had visited Victoria Secret I bought myself some panties. Somehow I ended up with a pair that was one size too large. The pink satin French cut panties were just right. I folded them in with his briefs so he would find them. Frankly I did not know if Jim would wear them or not. But it could not hurt to see.

Showering together is always a treat; somehow by yourself you can never get your back as good as someone else in the shower with you can. He finished up and after scrubbing my back got out while I washed my hair. By the time I had finished he was already out. Looking on the counter I noticed both pairs I had left out for him were missing. A peek in the hamper showed two pairs of briefs laying in it.

While Jim started cleaning the house I started laundry. It took most of the morning to get the house clean. Through out I could see something seemed to be bothering him but when I would ask he would shake his head no and say nothing. As we ate lunch I watched as he kept pointing his feet downwards and frowning when they returned on their own back to normal.

When we had finished I said after pointedly looking at hif feet, “You know dear, if you wanted to put your boots on now…” I passed and looked at his face, “I would not mind at all.”

Jim blushed and after a moment went to get them. He called back from the bedroom, “Darling? Where are the knee highs?”

I got up and went to the bedroom. “Oh dear… I put them in to be washed.” Now I know and you know that knee highs come in packs of more then one. But Jim did not.

“Oh” He said in response looking like a child who lost his favorite toy as he sat them down on the bed.

“I know,” I said, “You can wear a pair of pantyhose with them.” I said a smile on my face. His look was comical.

“No… that’s ok….” He said stuttering.

I moved over next to him and said softly, my hand on his chest, “I laid the panties out for you. I know you have them on dear… I bet they make you look beautiful.” I leaned in a bit and kissed him softly on the lips as he turned red. “Let me see baby.”

Blushing and fumbling Jim removed his pants; he was wearing the pink panties. He had managed to keep everything tucked in so at least he was not dangling. But, with them being French cut he really needed a shave.

“Hmm, almost beautiful.” I said and removed my jeans. “Look at the difference” I said to him. I keep myself shaved because I love the feel of silk against my bald beaver. My hand reached out to stroke the satin and then pull at the fur sticking out on ether side. “trust me…” I said softly.

“I do…” Jim said softly his eyes closed.

I took his hand in mine and lead him down the hall. I stopped at the linen closet and grabbed a beach towel and lead him into the living room. Spreading the towel down I smiled, kissed him, and said, “strip down and lay down love.”

As Jim did as I asked I went to the bathroom and got his electric razor with trimming attachment. By the time I got back he was laying nude on the towel. “Roll over” I said as I walked in. He looked up at me confused. “Trust me please.”

Nodding Jim rolled over onto his stomach. He laid there, his eyes closed not moving. For a moment I wondered how far I was going to go and was I making a mistake. But the memory of Christmas came back to me and hardened my resolve.

Using the trimming attachment I first trimmed the hair on his legs and then changed to the razor and shaved it all off. Once the back was done I had him roll over and shaved him. It took a while but once I was done Jim’s underarms, legs, and pubic area were nice and smooth. Through out the whole process he did not fight one little bit. “There, now your special.” I said softly and kissed him. “Now to make you beautiful,” I added.

I went into the bedroom and got the boots, pantyhose, and a pair of shorts for him to wear. Coming back I noticed he was still laying there not moving. “On baby, time to get dressed,” I said as I handed him the hose. I had to teach him how to roll and put them on. But once Jim was dressed and the boots were on he looked beautiful from the hips down.

I got him seated on his chair and legs up on the ottoman and stood looking at him. Though he was still blushing a bit I could see he was happy. “Damn, your legs are more beautiful then mine,” I said after a moment.

“Thank you,” he said looking at them as he turned his legs left and right admiring them. He seemed happier then he had been in a while. We spent the rest of the day and evening teaching him how to walk in the boots. Granted if I was not there he would have fallen or just crawled but once I mentioned that it might rip the pantyhose by crawling he became very determined to learn to walk.

When we went to bed that night I made him remove the boots and hose before going to bed. I could tell he didn’t get a good night sleep by his tossing and turning. Sunday morning when I woke he was already dressed in shorts, pantyhose, and boots waiting for my help into the living room. Throughout the day I made sure I told him that his legs looked beautiful.

Sunday was spent just as Saturday was with the exception that in the late afternoon I said, “Let’s go out to eat.” Jim who normally jumped at the chance pouted in response. I smiled before adding, “You could always wear hose under you jeans.” He seemed to brighten up to that idea.

All through dinner I slid my foot and leg up and down his leg. Leaning forwards I whispered, “Feels special and sexy doesn’t it.”

In a soft voice matching mine he looked at his plate and whispered, “Yes” and blushed.

After dinner I dragged him to the mall saying I had some quick shopping to do. Going into Victoria Secret I lead him back over to the panty section and started to pick out about a dozen pairs, all of which were shiny. As I picked out a pair I would ask him, “Like these?” and I would receive a nod in response. There was a hunger in his eyes that sent a thrill of excitement through me.

Leaving the store I leaned over and whispered, “they are all for you dear, to make you beautiful.” As I drove back home Jim sat in the passenger seat lifting up each pair and admiring them. Every now and then he would stroke his face with a pair and I could imagine him moaning with pleasure.

When we got home the very first thing he did was remove every pair of his briefs and toss them in the trash and replace them with the panties we had just bought. I watched from the doorway as he stroked them and said, “Beautiful,” before closing the dresser. Once everything was put away he hurriedly stripped out of his pants and put his boots on. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing and again at night I made him remove the hose and boots.