Xander woke with Cliff snuggled up tightly in his arms, just like any normal morning, but he knew that the day ahead would be anything but. He had so many worries and doubts about what was coming, however exciting it may have been.
He cuddled his husband, breathing in the familiar scent of Cliff. He had always loved that smell, that vanilla scent with a woody undertone, and when he offhandedly mentioned that to Cliff a year ago he had exclusively used that body wash since. Sometimes Xander felt like he had to be a little careful with what he told Cliff. One time he said that he thought industrial piercings were cute and his husband went off to get one that very afternoon.
That was just sort of the person Cliff was, he wasn't just a devoted lover and partner, he was also deeply, thoroughly submissive. He would do just about anything if he thought it would please Xander. In their marriage, which would be 2 years old that day, they had explored a Dom/sub relationship with each other. Xander did consider himself dominant, but he was a lightweight compared to how submissive his husband was.
Cliff was always the one that was pushing the boundaries, suggesting new things for them to try together. In many ways Xander admired his bravery, but sometimes he felt like he took it too far and acted recklessly. He did use their safe word, but their relationship was a rare case where Xander, the Dom, had a safe word as well, one he would use when Cliff asked for something he couldn't do.
Throughout their partnership the two of them grew to know each other about as deeply as two people could. Their trust in each other was deep and strong. It had to have been, because if it wasn't there would have been no way in hell that Xander would have agreed with what Cliff had suggested a few months prior.
"Hypnosis?" he wasn't sure he had heard his husband correctly.
Cliff nodded. "Yeah, I wanted to try it out with you."
"Why, exactly? It's not like I need mind control. You'd chew off your own leg if I asked during a scene."
"Yeah, but I don't want to have a choice. I want you to have complete control." He reached out and touched Xander's arm. "You own my body and heart. I wanna know what it feels like for you to own my mind, if just for a day."
It took an awful lot of begging, research, reassuring, and more begging, but eventually he had agreed and the two of them began setting up the scene they would do for their upcoming anniversary.
Xander had flatly insisted on a legal contract, no wiggle room. Cliff seemed genuinely offended at the idea, but his husband wouldn't budge.
"I've been nothing but trusting before!" he protested.
"This isn't like anything we've done before. This is more for me and your family than it is for you, so don't be selfish."
Cliff could tell that Xander had made up his mind, so he agreed.
They had done so much research and preparation for what would happen, but like many of the things they did there was still an element of danger. It was as horrifying as it was exciting.
Xander could sense that Cliff was starting to wake up, so it was time for things to finally be put into motion. He reached for the table on his side of the bed and got the collar. He placed it on his husband, tightening the black leather against the beautiful neck of his lover. He stood and walked over to the side Cliff was facing and stood, arms folded.
Cliff's eyes blinked a few times until they snapped open, realizing what they saw. He sat up, on his knees with his palms resting on his thighs. His blue eyes looked up at Xander's brown eyes inquisitively.
"You have permission to speak, boy." Xander made his voice louder and rougher than it normally was.
Cliff nodded. "Thank you. What would you like me to call you? Sir? Master? Daddy?" His voice was thin and weak-sounding.
"You will call me Master today."
Cliff bowed his head, prostrating himself.
"Master, what do you want me to do?" He had the general outline of the day's events, but it was Xander who would set the tone at every step.
"Well, I won't have time to feed you before our guest arrives. You will just be bathed."
Cliff nodded, ignoring the emptiness his stomach was feeling.
Xander scooped his submissive in his arms. Cliff always loved how much weaker he was than his husband. Xander was of average height and moderately athletic, but Cliff was a tiny little waif. His Dom often joked that he was essentially the opposite of the "tall, dark, and handsome" archetype: small, fair, and cute. He was a tiny man at only 5'4", meaning that even Xander's pedestrian height of 5'10" towered over him. His hair was a light blonde and his skin was pale white. Despite being 25, his appearance was that of a boy, 19 at the oldest. He had a rounded face, soft skin, little to no muscles to speak of, and a penis that measured 4.5 inches on a good day.
Cliff nuzzled Xander's chest. His Dom was a man, no doubt about it. Despite being the same age, the two of them were essentially opposites. Xander's skin was tan, from the sun and from the Moroccan blood on his father's side of the family. His hair and eyes were a dark, chocolatey brown. His cock was an 8.5-inch uncircumcised marvel. Cliff loved being carried by Xander, feeling like a helpless little boy in the arms of a real man.
Xander turned on the shower and took off the shirt and underwear he wore to sleep. Cliff was nude, he never wore clothing in the house without permission.
His Dom reached out and wrapped his hands around Cliff's throat, squeezing and cutting off his air supply. The smaller man stood calmly, not struggling, even as he felt blackness invade his vision. Suddenly, Xander let go and Cliff took a few heaving breaths.
"Do you know why I did that, boy?"
"No, Master."
"I did that for you. I'm reminding you that I have control and will not let anything that happens today go too far. You are my most prized possession, and I am very protective of my things."
"Thank you, Master."
Once Cliff was shaved baby smooth and thoroughly cleaned inside and out, he reverently washed his Master. He was on his knees and looked at the magnificent dick near his face.
"Master, may I please suck your cock?"
"No, you may not. Save that for later."
They both dried off, and after Xander got dressed, he told Cliff to do the same.
"We're expecting company today, boy, so you need to cover up. I'm the only one who gets to look at your body."
At 9:30, the doorbell rang and they welcomed Stephen, the hypnotist they had hired for the occasion. Being a hypnotist was not a lucrative job, he considered it more as a hobby than a career, but he was being paid handsomely, so he was going to be the best hypnotist he could be that day, now matter how kinky and weird the request was.
He wanted to reassure both of his clients before they got started.
"Hypnotism is not as complicated as you may think, nor is it as scary as the movies would make you believe. Essentially, it's putting a person in a specific state of mind, and having them freely give mental control. A person can't be hypnotized against their will, they have to surrender of their own volition."
Cliff's eyes widened. "You mean I have to surrender to you?"
Stephen nodded. "That's the idea."
The small man looked at his Dom. "Master, is it okay if I submit to somebody that isn't you? I'm not sure if I can even do that."
Xander folded his arms. "You will never truly submit to anyone else, boy. You're still surrendering to me, we just have a middle man in this case. You will give yourself to Stephen because he will give the control to me. Understand?"
Cliff nodded.
Stephen steepled his fingers. "You both know the basic plan, but protocol demands I go over it before we begin."
Xander sat on a chair and Cliff kneeled next to him on the floor.
"I will put Clifford in a hypnotic sleep, and order him to submit himself to you, Alexander. This effect will last until I leave in about eight hours, and I will be here the entire time in case something unexpected happens."
He turned to face Cliff.
"Clifford, the key is that you need to want to be hypnotized. You have to be susceptible and let me put you under."
Cliff nodded and leaned against Xander's leg. "Yes, sir."
Stephen directed his attention back to the larger man. "Alexander, when Clifford wakes up, he should follow orders you give to the very best of his ability. When hypnotized, the part of the brain that wonders and worries about things is essentially turned off, so the subject will have a stronger control over their mental state. I've made people forget the number between 3 and 5, be certain that Ireland is the capital of Rome, and speak in gibberish that another hypnotized subject can translate, so you can be creative."
The Dom smiled. "I plan to."
"The signal is the same every single time," he continued. "Snap your fingers once to begin an order, and snap them again to end the order. Make sure you are always aware of which state the last snap pushed Clifford into."
Xander nodded, reaching down to pet Cliff.
"If at any point you think something is off, come to me. Where will I be, by the way? I assume you don't want me in the room with you."
"You will be in the guest bedroom. There's Wi-fi, a TV with Netflix, food, and a bed. I will not let anything happen to him and will go to you immediately if I have any suspicions."
His voice was firm enough to quell some of Stephen's misgivings.
The hypnotist rubbed his hands together. "Alright, let's get started. It would be best if Clifford were in a chair."
Xander stood from the recliner he was sitting on and pointed at it. "Up, boy."
The smaller man scurried into position. Stephen walked up to him.
"How are you feeling, Clifford?"
"Call him boy," Xander suggested.
Stephen furrowed his brow, but shrugged and complied.
"How are you feeling, boy?"
"I'm a little nervous, sir."
