Alone. At last. She was alone.

Could her daughter spend the night at best friend’s house? Absolutely. Permission granted. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

Hubby can’t make the red-eye back into town? No worries. Book a room. Get some sleep. See you tomorrow. And no rush even then.

That meant tonight was hers. All hers. All night. And she knew how she was going to kick it off. She headed to hubby’s office. Sweats on. Shoes off. Hair down. Time to decompress. Time to relax. Time for the knots to disappear. And the tension to melt.

She sat in the chair.

She'd been less than thrilled when hubby brought it home. It wasn’t just big. It was massive. Not in the living room, no. Not in the bedroom, either. In his office. That’s where she demanded it go. Despite his assurances that it was for her. Not for him. Nor the kid. Just for her.

He’d programmed it. Set it all up. Said it was tuned to her needs. All she had to do was use it. But she never did. Not that first day. Not for a week. Not for a month.

But the ladies at the club talked a lot about theirs. The same model. They all had it. All used it. All loved it. Best thing their men had ever bought them. She wasn’t using hers? She had to try it. She just had to. She’d love it. She’d feel relaxed. Refreshed. Invigorated. What was she waiting for?

Now it was time. She leaned back on the oversized cushions. Her arms and legs sank into them. Her head lay cradled on the contoured pillow. Hubby had said it was voice activated. She spoke the word he had told her. The name of the manufacturer. Mesmero.

The chair massaged her body into a state of bliss. With gentle caresses. And soothing warmth. From head to bare feet. And back up again. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

She drifted easily to sleep. It went to work on her mind. Its electrical impulses triggered her synapses. Its subliminal stimulation conditioned her responses. She slept soundly all the while. And surrendered to it unknowingly. It brainwashed her. Wholly. And completely.

She awoke some time later. Had she dozed off? And lost track of time? Yes. But who cared? What an amazing massage! She loved it oh so much. She would definitely use it again. Often. Always. And she loved hubby oh so much. She would definitely serve and obey him. Often. Always.