"Open your eyes, darling," came the soft, yet commanding voice.John blinked, his vision blurring as he adjusted to the dim light of their bedroom. His wife, Sarah, stood over him, her silhouette framed by the faint glow from the hallway. She wore a sly smile that made his heart race, though he couldn't quite place why."What's going on?" he asked, sitting up slowly, feeling a strange tingle in his limbs, almost like pins and needles but more pleasant."Just a little experiment," Sarah replied, her tone playful yet mysterious. "You trust me, don't you?"John nodded, though a flicker of uncertainty danced in his mind. "Of course, I do."She stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating. "Good. Because I need you to do something for me today. Something... different."His curiosity piqued, John watched as she pulled a small device from her pocket—a sleek, metallic remote with a single button. "What's that?""A little tool to help you focus on what's important," she said, her eyes gleaming with an excitement that made him both nervous and intrigued. "I want you to wear this." She handed him a thin, silver bracelet.As he fastened it around his wrist, he noticed it was surprisingly heavy for its size. "And this helps how?""It's connected to the remote," she explained, holding it up for him to see. "Every time I press this button, you'll feel... inspired."John frowned, trying to understand. "Inspired?""Horny," she clarified bluntly, her grin widening. "Very, very horny."The directness of her words sent a jolt through him, and he felt his cheeks heat up. "Sarah, what are you talking about?""Shh," she hushed him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Just trust me. Today, you're going to experience something extraordinary. And all you have to do is follow my lead."Before he could protest or even fully comprehend what she was saying, she pressed the button. A wave of warmth flooded his body, pooling in his groin. He gasped, his breath catching as his erection sprang to life, urgent and insistent."Oh God," he moaned, clutching at himself through his pants. "Sarah, what did you do?""Enhanced your senses," she replied nonchalantly, watching him with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Now, let's get you dressed. You've got a busy day ahead."As she helped him into his clothes, every touch seemed electrified, sending shivers down his spine. By the time they were ready to leave, John was already struggling to keep his composure, his arousal a constant, throbbing reminder of Sarah's control.Walking through the mall, John felt exposed, hyper-aware of every gaze that might fall upon him. Sarah led him by the hand, her grip firm and reassuring. Yet, every few steps, she would press the button again, each activation more intense than the last.In the middle of the bustling food court, she stopped and turned to him, her voice a whisper in his ear. "Imagine, just for a moment, that you're not here with me. Imagine you're with someone else. Someone... curvier."The suggestion was like fuel to the fire. John's imagination ignited, picturing a woman with a voluptuous figure, her backside swaying enticingly as she walked. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily, mimicking the motion of sex."That's it," Sarah cooed, her free hand slipping between his legs to adjust his growing bulge. "Feel it, John. Feel how much you want her."Passersby began to notice, their stares turning curious and then amused as they realized what was happening. Laughter bubbled around them, but John was lost in his fantasy, his moans growing louder with each imagined thrust."Look at him go," one onlooker chuckled. "He's humping the air!"The humiliation should have been unbearable, but with Sarah's control over his arousal, John found himself reveling in it, the public display only heightening his desire."Ready for the next part?" Sarah asked, her voice a seductive promise.John could only nod, his body trembling with anticipation and the relentless, pulsing need that consumed him.

"Open your eyes, darling," came the soft, yet commanding voice.

John blinked, his vision blurring as he adjusted to the dim light of their bedroom. His wife, Sarah, stood over him, her silhouette framed by the faint glow from the hallway. She wore a sly smile that made his heart race, though he couldn't quite place why.

"What's going on?" he asked, sitting up slowly, feeling a strange tingle in his limbs, almost like pins and needles but more pleasant.

"Just a little experiment," Sarah replied, her tone playful yet mysterious. "You trust me, don't you?"

John nodded, though a flicker of uncertainty danced in his mind. "Of course, I do."

She stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating. "Good. Because I need you to do something for me today. Something... different."

His curiosity piqued, John watched as she pulled a small device from her pocket—a sleek, metallic remote with a single button. "What's that?"

"A little tool to help you focus on what's important," she said, her eyes gleaming with an excitement that made him both nervous and intrigued. "I want you to wear this." She handed him a thin, silver bracelet.

As he fastened it around his wrist, he noticed it was surprisingly heavy for its size. "And this helps how?"

"It's connected to the remote," she explained, holding it up for him to see. "Every time I press this button, you'll feel... inspired."

John frowned, trying to understand. "Inspired?"

"Horny," she clarified bluntly, her grin widening. "Very, very horny."

The directness of her words sent a jolt through him, and he felt his cheeks heat up. "Sarah, what are you talking about?"

"Shh," she hushed him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Just trust me. Today, you're going to experience something extraordinary. And all you have to do is follow my lead."

Before he could protest or even fully comprehend what she was saying, she pressed the button. A wave of warmth flooded his body, pooling in his groin. He gasped, his breath catching as his erection sprang to life, urgent and insistent.

"Oh God," he moaned, clutching at himself through his pants. "Sarah, what did you do?"

"Enhanced your senses," she replied nonchalantly, watching him with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Now, let's get you dressed. You've got a busy day ahead."

As she helped him into his clothes, every touch seemed electrified, sending shivers down his spine. By the time they were ready to leave, John was already struggling to keep his composure, his arousal a constant, throbbing reminder of Sarah's control.

Walking through the mall, John felt exposed, hyper-aware of every gaze that might fall upon him. Sarah led him by the hand, her grip firm and reassuring. Yet, every few steps, she would press the button again, each activation more intense than the last.

In the middle of the bustling food court, she stopped and turned to him, her voice a whisper in his ear. "Imagine, just for a moment, that you're not here with me. Imagine you're with someone else. Someone... curvier."

The suggestion was like fuel to the fire. John's imagination ignited, picturing a woman with a voluptuous figure, her backside swaying enticingly as she walked. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily, mimicking the motion of sex.

"That's it," Sarah cooed, her free hand slipping between his legs to adjust his growing bulge. "Feel it, John. Feel how much you want her."

Passersby began to notice, their stares turning curious and then amused as they realized what was happening. Laughter bubbled around them, but John was lost in his fantasy, his moans growing louder with each imagined thrust.

"Look at him go," one onlooker chuckled. "He's humping the air!"

The humiliation should have been unbearable, but with Sarah's control over his arousal, John found himself reveling in it, the public display only heightening his desire.

"Ready for the next part?" Sarah asked, her voice a seductive promise.

John could only nod, his body trembling with anticipation and the relentless, pulsing need that consumed him.

Husband gets edged into submission by wife. Husband becomes so incredibly horny all the time and does anything wife tells him to do. He publicly humiliates himself in many different ways. Some include, thinking he is having sex with a woman with a huge butt in the middle of the mall, moaning loudly but he is actually humping the air. Also, feeling the overwhelming desire to stroke himself in business meetings. And other embarrassing things similar to that

Mind-Controlled Submission: The Husband's Public Descent into Erotic Humiliation

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