When I get home, I pour myself a glass of wine and run a bath. I shave my pussy bald and then when I get out I go into our bedroom and get out the lap...top. I'll surf my usual porn sites for a bit or read a magazine. The whole time fantisizing that it is my husband doing all those things I'm looking at or reading. I get myself so worked up I can't stand it. I start rubbing my tits and pulling at the nipples. This is always a huge turn on for me. Then I'll grab a couple toys out of the. Hard drinks were available at home. I asked my wife to dress in a sexy attire – no bra inside as also no panty. She would wear a sort of transperant, low cut blouse and also sheer sari. She agreed. Then I shaved my private part thoroughly, had a good bath and dressed myself up in short (without any under garment) and T shirt. We sat in the drawing room, besided each other, already feeling horny. We slowly started foreplay – I kissed her, while fondling with her breats. In a short while, I. "Hypnosis?" I asked. She nodded. I laughed. "I've never been able to behypnotized. They tried once to get me to stop smoking. That didn't work." Can I at least try?" she asked. Her voice was soft and sultry. My erectiongrew."Why not? Might be good for a laugh. Just don't make me cluck like a chickenor something."She started swinging the watch in front of me and I was surprised at howquickly I felt myself going under.I woke up hours later in my bed. That was the first day. The white noise wasin. The edges of the wound were crusted with clotted blood, as if it had already stopped bleeding once and then been reopened. The skin around the edges of the wound were dotted with dozens of little circular indentations that had come close to breaking the skin but had not actually done so. Gath was immediately suspicious of the story.“You fell down, huh?” he asked Sparky. “Are you going to stick with that?”“For the moment,” Sparky said with a sigh.“What time did this happen?”“About twenty-two.