Recording Me Part 2
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I picked up extra shifts at my waitressing job so I could afford to get another possession potion. When I finally had enough, I went and bought it right away, but then just tucked it into my panty drawer. I realized I was embarrassed by how much I wanted this. How much I wanted my husband to possess me. I didn’t want to seem desperate, so I made myself wait for another special occasion. Waiting made the anticipation build, and I found myself staring at the bottle of blue liquid every time I opened the drawer. I was watching the video he’d made of the first time he took possession of my body. I’ve touched myself to it so many times. The days pass, and finally it’s his birthday. I thrust the carefully wrapped box into his hands the second he woke up that morning. “I think you’re more excited for my birthday than I am,” he laughed, as he opened my gift. He sucked in a breath as he saw the potion. “That what I think it is?” he asked. I put my hand on his crotch. He was already hard at the very idea of having full control of my body again. I don’t blame him. The thought has kept my pussy soaking wet for the last several days. “Drink it,” I begged, unable to hide the desperation in my voice. He looked apologetic as he said, “My folks are coming over later to celebrate. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.” I wanted to cry! I wanted him to take me over so badly! But I swallowed my disappointment and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s okay, honey. Maybe tomorrow, or the weekend?” Because of our schedules, I had to wait three more days until he could take it. When the time came I watched him guzzle it down. Knowing I had precious few seconds before it went into effect, I kissed him, then whispered, “Record EVERYTHING!” He gave me a playful smirk. I think he understood that his present was more for me than for him now. “You got-” he started to say, but dissolved into a mist form before he could finish. He rushed into me this time. I moaned as I felt him connect with me body and soul, and then the heavy fog draped itself over my mind until I went unconscious. When I awoke many hours later, I was disappointed to find that I was…dressed. I had on the same shirt and skirt that I’d had on when he possessed me. I didn’t feel any panties though. That was something at least. I thought for sure I’d wake up a sweaty naked mess again on the floor, but I was sitting on our couch in the living room. Our big TV was right in front of us. My pulse quicked as I asked, “Did you?” My husband knew exactly what I meant. In answer, he turned on the TV. I saw myself, sitting against this very couch. I was already topless, with my legs spread, and my panties halfway up to my knees. I saw my pussy and gasped, “You shaved me?” Even though I saw the proof on video, I still needed to see it in person. I lifted my skirt and looked down. Sure enough, soft smooth skin was all that greeted me. “Keep watching,” he said. My eyes darted back to the TV, just in time to see my eyebrows go up playfully. Then he lifted my legs, exposing my ass, and slid my panties the rest of the way off. “You can touch yourself if you want to,” my husband said next to me. “Go on, I know you want to.” He was so, so right. I brought my fingers to my shaved pussy, and ran my middle finger down my slippery canal. My eyes remained glued to the screen though, as my husband continued to use my body to put on a sexy show. “Why are you staring at my panties?” I asked, but before he could say anything, I had my answer. He brought my panties up to my nose, and sniffed them, then gave them a little lick with my tongue. “Oh my gosh you’re such a pervert,” I moaned. I could feel his eyes on me as he said, “Takes one to know one babe.” He was right. I was ready to admit it now. I was a pervert. And probably a narcissist.
I watched myself throw my panties past the camera, and then my hands went down to my pussy. My husband played with it awkwardly at first, but got into it. I matched my double on the screen, and when she came, I came. Again. And again. My husband loved watching every second of it. Afterwards I lay in his arms and said, “I’d like to find the money to do this way more often please.” He squeezed me and said, “Babe, I might have an idea…”