Woman’s Day

M/Ff, noncon, brainwashing, mind control, roofies, NLP

“Here you go,” Tanya said, handing a saucer and teacup to Marie.
“Oh? Tea?” Marie said as she accepted the cup and saucer, “I thought we were here for Yoga.” She’d been watching an infomercial on the widescreen TV hanging on the far wall of the community center, a show explaining how Stepford was unique in that it was a truly unified community.
“We like to do things our own way here,” Tanya smiled, sitting next to Marie. Some of the other wives in the community entered and said hello in passing. “Where are you from originally, Marie?”
Embarrassed she’d been caught mid-sip, Marie swallowed quickly, “California… I know a long way from Connecticut.” She was trying to adjust to the whirlwind her life had become lately, meeting Patrick, the Vegas wedding, and now, here on the other side of the country. Just thinking about the last two months made her head swirl.
“Oh no,” Said as she touched Marie’s shoulder. “We have folks from all over. Deb, there is from Texas, and Meg and Hank moved here from Atlanta. All sorts.” She took a long sip of her tea, encouraging Marie to do the same, then added, “Life’s a little slower… More… Structured here.”
“I could certainly use some of that,” Marie whispered. The fiasco of college, her ex, and the pile of out-of-control bills… Patrick had seemed like a dream come true when he swept in, rescuing her from all manner of mundane inconveniences. When she hesitated to come with him to Connecticut, he offered marriage… If things didn’t work out, she could have the house… Marie wasn’t sure what she’d do with the house if things went sideways, but she didn’t really have anything else lined up, and Patrick had been so sweet and caring…
“Well, don’t worry a lick.” Tanya smiled and gave Marie a squeeze. The touch sent a wave of pleasant warmth through Marie. Tanya continued, “We look out for our own here. Speaking of structure, the instructor is here… Bottoms up.” Tanya tilted her tea back and drank the remainder in one slug. Marie thought it a little odd, but she’d only been in Connecticut a day now, so she tipped hers back as well and swallowed the warm, sweet drink.
Not long after she and Patrick had arrived at a beautifully modern home, Tanya showed up at their door, introducing herself as the nearest neighbor, and wife of Henry, who she assured would love to meet the new neighbors. She was warm and friendly, but something about her eagerness to please made Marie wary. She wanted to strangle Patrick when he suggested that Tanya should show his new wife around the community and help her get settled in.
Tanya immediately offered to introduce Marie to the community center, where Yoga was taught daily, which would be a great opportunity to meet all the other wives. Before Marie could protest, Patrick gushed about how wonderful that would be. Marie forced a smile and pretended to be grateful, feeling intruded upon. But this was Patrick’s world, and Marie decided that maybe she needed to give it a shot.
Tanya led Marie to a group of women, and Marie couldn’t help but notice how flawlessly pretty each was. “Girls, this is Marie Patrick’s wife. They’re new here…”
The group greeted Marie with a chorus of hellos and warm smiles. They were so warm and heartfelt that Marie felt a flood of warmth flood through her belly, her heart beating quickly with the anxiety of suddenly being put on the spot in front of all these women.
“I’m Laurie, Tom’s wife,” a tall redhead in a skin-tight exercise leotard that left nothing to the imagination smiled.
“Kathy,” A platinum blonde with an hourglass figure and perfect teeth said. She giggled, causing ripples in her massive cleavage, “Darren’s better half.”
“I’m Anne,” a petite woman with mousy hair said. She wore bikini bottoms with leg warmers and an extremely tight sports bra. “I’m Tom’s wife.” She was the only one who didn’t look Marie in the eyes. Her smile seemed more forced than the other women's.
“Posture, Anne,” Tanya said, wrapping an arm around the smaller girl’s shoulder and straightening her up, forcing the tiny girl’s chest out. To Marie, she winked and explained, “She’s usually a lot more perky, I think she’s got the nerves… Surgery today.”
“Oh no!” Marie said, holding a hand out to Anne, “What kind of surgery?”
Anne seemed reluctant to share, but Tanya gave her a squeeze, “It’s okay, we’ve got no secrets here, Anne.”
Anne looked up, her eyes silently pleading, “Tom wants D-cups at least.”
Marie pulled her hand back, confused, wondering what Anne wanted. A tickle of heat caused butterflies to churn in her stomach. Anne was getting breast surgery to please her husband.
“Patrick won’t have to worry about that,” Kathy interjected, “Look at you, Marie, you have the perfect body.” The others nodded enthusiastically.
Marie’s smile faltered. How did they know her husband’s name?
“Alright, ladies! Let's begin!” The instructor shouted. The group dispersed, and Anne found herself guided to the front of the class of about a dozen women. The instructor smiled, with dazzling teeth and an ample chest, tucked into a tight workout outfit. “A pretty new face, don’t worry about keeping up when we start the Pilates, just focus on the yoga and relax…”
The class started with some stretches and moved into cat and camel. As Marie arched her back on all fours, the instructor did the same at the front of the class. She called out, “My form flows into graceful perfection.”
In unison, the class repeated the line. Marie, who’d been to plenty of yoga in California, where new age hippy ideas were routine, found the chant and the uniform recital a little odd. A warmth flooding through her made her head swim.
“Come on, Anne, you can do louder than that!” the instructor barked.
Each thrust of her hips made Marie’s head swoon, heat flushing through her body. She didn’t want to be called out like Anne, so when the next mantra was called, she joined in repeating the line, “I nurture my body’s ideal shape with ease.”
The words tumbled in her mind. Her body was graceful perfection. She nurtured her ideal shape. Were Anne’s breasts going to become ideal? Would they be graceful perfection?
In Downward Dog, Marie snuck a peek through her spread legs to glance at the class behind her. Tanya was there right behind, her ass high up in the air, hand planted on the ground, looking right at Marie with a smile. The Matras continued, “Soft curves align in harmonious beauty.”
When Tanya repeated the line, Marie couldn’t help but notice the look of pure bliss and devotion on the other woman’s face. Tanya was not only saying the words, but doing so with an almost religious fervor. She not only said them, she believed them to her core. Marie felt a flash of heat and a desire to be so singularly aligned with something, anything. The peace and tranquility she saw in Tanya made her chest swell with heat. She wanted that.
The yoga lasted about twenty minutes, near the end, the mantras changed.
“Every curve honors his guiding will.”
“I embody grace through devoted yielding.”
Finally, the class wrapped in Corpse Pose, lying on her back staring at the ceiling that seemed to sway and shift. “I shape my body to fulfill his every wish.”
The class repeated everything enthusiastically. Saying the words left echoes in Marie’s mind. There was a theme to all of it, the shaping of her body to be perfect, and these new ones hinted at doing so to please her husband. The idea came that perhaps in making Patrick happy, she might find the same bliss as these other women. All she had to do was mold herself to his needs.
The idea hit her… Being Patrick's everything… And damn if it didn't send a sneaky little thrill zipping down her spine. She could let go of everything, just be there for him and him alone, no nine-to-five, no school payments, no crazed schedules… Just be there for one thing, and everything would be so simple. So easy. So blissful.
Marie barely remembered stumbling back to Tanya’s car. The drive back home seemed dreamlike and hazy.
“Well? What did you think of our daily little routine?” Tanya asked while determined to keep the car under the speed limit of twenty.
“You do that every day?”
“Every single day.” Tanya replied with a shark’s smile. “I want my body perfect for Henry.”
“Perfect…” Marie whispered… Herself wanting to be… Perfect
“You shouldn’t lean against the window, Marie.” Tanya said, pulling onto their street. “Good wives don’t slouch.”
Marie sat back in the seat, trying to perfect her posture, when the passenger door opened, and Tanya was there to help her out of the car. When Marie stumbled, Tanya was there to catch her and guide her along the path to the front door.
Tanya rattled the doorknob, “Sweetie, this is Stepford, there’s no need to lock your door. I’m always just a house away.”
Tanya took Marie’s purse, retrieved the key, unlocked the door, and guided Marie across the threshold. Tanya tucked the key into her own purse, “I’ll make a copy for emergencies...  Just in case…”
Marie wandered into her new living room. It was new, but so familiar. Patrick had bought this… For her. The thought of Patrick taking care of her caused a flood of unexpected warmth. She was cared for.
“Whoa! Honey!” Tanya came rushing over. “You need to take your shoes off. Especially in your home. A wife’s place barefoot and ready to serve.”
Flummoxed Marie repeated, “I shape my body to fulfill his every wish.”
The smile that Tanya gave her was so deeply genuine that Marie felt her innards melt into goo. Tanya beamed, “That's right, honey. Fulfill his every wish. We only want what's best and natural for you…”
Tanya guided Marie down the hallway to the bedroom. The thought of Patrick being in bed with her made Marie weak in the knees. Lying down would feel oh-so-so good.
“Normally, we’d make your husband’s favorite drink. And wait by the door for him. Some like their wives on their knees, some naked, you’ll figure that out soon enough. Today, though, we know you are ovulating, and we don’t want to miss this opportunity for you to fulfill your duty as a woman and wife.”
A far-off, distant part of Marie’s mind shrieked in horror, she was an independent woman… This was… was… so comforting as her neighbor's wife guided her to sit on the bed. Her matrimonial bed. The bed she and Patrick shared. My bed, she thought through a mind full of molasses.
Marie flopped back onto the mattress, her legs still dangling over the side as Tanya maneuvered around her. “Let's just get these things off so Patrick doesn’t have to exert himself…”
While Tanya stripped Marie of her yoga clothes, Marie couldn’t help but murmur… “Every curve honors his guiding will.”
“That’s right, sister.” Tanya smiled as the last of Marie's clothes departed.
Marie felt like she ought to cover herself, especially with the way that Tanya stared down at her naked body. The warmth in her chest, however, made the thought of getting under blankets seem silly. Marie breathed, letting her chest rise and fall naturally, while Tanya moved around to sit down by her head.
“And here he is…” Tanya whispered as she took Marie’s wrists in her hands, pulling the naked woman’s arms up over her head.
“Husband…” Marie whimpered. “My graceful perfection…”
Patrick said little, simply dropped his pants, and positioned himself between Marie’s legs. “She’s ready?”
“Yes, this is her optimal time,” Tanya replied, all business. She leaned down to Marie’s ear and whispered, “Obey and please.”
“Obey and please,” Marie whispered back. Everything was so comforting. This was exactly where she belonged.
Patrick pressed himself to her, and Marie gasped. His heat made her entire body alight in flaming need.
“Every thrust shapes you into my ideal possession.” He shoved forward, impaling her in exquisite agony. Marie could do nothing but thrash and cry out.
“Obey and please,” Tanya whispered as her grip tightened on Marie’s wrists.
“Every thrust,” Patrick grunted as he drove into her.
Marie’s eyes rolled back. “Obey and please,” she sighed.
Patrick continued shoving inside her, “Every thrust,” he continued with each stroke.
All of it melted into one glorious pyre of heat in her belly, and Marie knew this was exactly what she was meant to be. A woman, obeying and pleasing her man. Nothing more. Her body was his. Her mind was his. She milked him under the chants, eager to have his seed buried deep inside her.
When she was close, she begged, “Please…”
Tanya reminded her, “Obey…”
As Patrick took her over the edge, “Every thrust…”
Marie melted into oblivion, this was where she belonged. Her grace made perfection.