My neighbour Jack has a very sexy and attractive young wife, Doris, who is half Chinese and very small and slim, only about five feet tall. She has a very neat, curvy figure, with small high set tits, slender legs, a nicely rounded bottom, and a very appealing smile. My very good fortune is that Jack enjoys having her used, and he has asked me to write about it all.

He is, however, very careful about these activities. He does not want his wife damaged, of course, but also he does not want her to remember anything afterwards. He used to do this by getting her very drunk, sometimes with a little help, but now he has a better way, a friend in the shape of Joe, a retired stage magician, who can use hypnosis on Doris leaving her with no memory of what has taken place.

Jack was waiting for me to come home one evening, and came out to speak to me. He said that someone he knew was very keen on entertaining Doris, as he put it, and he had arranged to take Doris to “see” him. He hoped I could go with Joe and himself that Friday evening. Of course I could! He also told me that there would be a second visit the following Friday as well, so that Doris could recover a bit before we had another session with her.

The Friday arrived. I went next door as arranged to find Joe had already had his little “talk” with Doris, who looked absolutely gorgeous dressed in an above the knee pleated skirt and a fairly tight fitting shirt, and heels. Her dark hair was styled with a fringe framing her pretty face, and her eye makeup made her look perhaps a little more oriental than usual.

As we all walked out to the car, Joe whispered that tonight Doris would be aware of everything, and even though she might show some reluctance and might have to be persuaded, she would ultimately be compliant. “Should be good,” he smiled, climbing into the car.

The front of the house was in darkness as we drove up. However when Jack went to the door, sure enough it opened and he led us all in. There was a dim light coming from a basement room, and this was where we were headed. The room itself was quite large, dimly lit, and our host James stepped forward and took Doris’s hand. “Let me introduce you,” he said. “This is Thomas, my personal assistant.” Thomas was tall and fit looking, and merely stared down at the small figure of Doris. “This is my friend, Rita.” Rita was blonde, perhaps 50, hard looking, but she smiled sweetly at Doris and said. “Hello,” before turning to James and remarking, “She’s cute and sweet. I like the look of her.” James smiled and nodded, and next was a young girl seated next to Rita. “This is Rita’s friend, Lucy.” Lucy stared up at Doris standing before her, but said nothing. Her face was pretty, but she looked sullen, almost sneering.

We all sat down, except James and Doris. Despite her earlier conditioning to be obedient, Doris looked puzzled as James took Rita’s hand and helped her to her feet, saying with a smile, “I will leave you in Rita’s hands, now, Doris.”

Smiling, no doubt in anticipation, Rita said, “Come and stand over here,” and led Doris towards the side of the room. The couches were arranged in a semi circle facing that wall. Suddenly all the lights dimmed, and a light came on above the two figures, and also lit up the wall, which contained a giant mirror. Rita and Doris were brightly illuminated, the rest of us in shadow.

Rita turned Doris to face the mirror, and stood behind her, with her hands on Doris’s shoulders. “From now on, Doris,” she said, “You will do what I tell you.” Reflected in the mirror, Doris still looked puzzled, but gave a small nod. “Do you understand, Doris?” Rita went on. “Everything I tell you.” Once again, Doris nodded. Rita let her hands slide down Doris’s arms to her wrists, and quite gently pulled them behind her back. The action made Doris push her chest out slightly, making her little tits more prominent against her shirt. Rita said, “Stay still, Doris, and watch the mirror.”

In fact, everyone was watching the mirror. Using one hand, Rita held Doris’s wrists behind her back. Using the other hand, she began to unbutton Doris’s shirt. Doris started to protest, but Rita cut her short. “You do what I tell you, Doris,” she said, sharply. “Stand still.” Button after button was undone, until the shirt was hanging loose and Doris was standing still as she had been instructed to, docile, under Rita’s control.

Still gazing at the mirror, the older woman eased the loose shirt over Doris’s shoulders until it was hanging on her elbows, revealing her small half cup bra. In the mirror we could see Rita smiling broadly as she unclipped the bra, but Doris had a rather shocked expression on her face, staring at her reflection, meekly allowing the woman to strip her to the waist. The bra came off and suddenly Doris’s little tits were on display. Rita brought her hands up to cup both of them.