"Ahem… can we go inside?" Raya suddenly asked in a low voice barely above a whisper.
Like a broken machine, I nodded glitchily. Raya stood up, and I followed suit, trailing behind her. I knew better than to ask questions, it would seem irrelevant, and worse, it might make her reconsider. That's the mistake most people make when dealing with cheating housewives.
When engaging with cheating wives, it's best not to ask too many questions. Most times, it only makes them feel guilty and change their minds. Instead, I should say things that justify their actions. Especially in Raya's case, I don't feel a shred of guilt for wanting to cuck her husband. He is an absolute piece of shit.
"This is our guest room, I'm sorry it's pretty rough," Raya said as we entered a large but simplistic room with a standard bed painted satin white, a single TV hanging on the wall, and a ceiling fan spinning like it might fall at any moment.
Not going to lie, I felt a little bad that she didn't take me to her matrimonial room. However, this is a reminder to take things slow. Since my hypnosis is still weak, there's no guarantee I'll be able to fuck her today but…
"This is also where I kept the box," Raya said just as I sat on the bed.
"What box?"
Without answering, she dragged a stool over and climbed on it, reaching to the top of the wardrobe. She began pulling down something that looked heavy.
The item soon came into view, a large rectangular plastic box, about four feet long. Seeing her struggle, I stood up to help and brought it down carefully.
"Phew, that was an arduous task." Raya wiped the sweat from her brow.
"If I may ask, what's inside this box?" I said, and she looked at me with her damp, flushed face.
"Fufu, just something I got for the roleplay," she replied, bending down to unlock it.
When the lid opened and the contents revealed themselves, my eyes widened in shock.
"…"
Inside were tools, not ordinary ones, but perverted BDSM equipment; wrist and ankle cuffs, bondage tape, blindfolds, a huge dildo, a collar, a leash, and several other kits crammed tightly together.
I stared in disbelief, but slowly a smile crept across my face. Raya mirrored it, her grin turning mischievous.
All the while, my hypnosis remained activated. I can keep it on as much as I want without it affecting me. It only drains me when used on a target. It works in a strange way, simply activating it doesn't exhaust me. It's like turning on my strength Quirk and then lying down. I can leave it on endlessly as long as I'm resting.
"What do you think?" Raya suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Ah… I mean, I'm surprised by all the kits you got. I'm excited," I said, my voice carrying genuine anticipation.
"Really?" Her cheeks flushed, and I instantly knew it was time to take control. This is my first time engaging in Master-slave BDSM play, but asking how to start now would ruin everything. This is the perfect moment.
Suddenly, my expression hardened into a frown.
"Are you stupid?! Don't you know what you should be doing right now?!" I snapped in an annoyed tone, grabbing her neck and squeezing just enough to choke her without making her pass out.
She looked startled by my sudden action, but I could see the elation spreading across her face.
"I…I'm sorry," she muttered, my hand still gripping her neck. The next moment, she lowered her shorts, revealing pink panties clinging tightly to her smooth porcelain skin and slender, curvaceous hips.
Then she began to slip off her camisole as well.
==============================
Want more chapters? You can support me by continuing the journey on my Patreon and have access to a week's worth of advanced chapters+daily uploads+weekly polls of all my fanfics.
patreon.com/LongWiener