Let Me Change Your Mind

[M4F][Script Offer] Let Me Change Your Mind [Gentle MDom] [body image issues] [anxiety/panic] [husband and wife][honeymoon][Loving][Tender] [sweet] [kind] [very gentle] [MASSIVE encouragement] [patience] [kissing] [whispers]

You're on your honeymoon with your new wife. You saved your money and got a rental house for the occasion. It's a two-story condo, with a large, sliding door that walks out onto the ocean. Take a step, and you're there. The breeze feels wonderful and you're happy to finally relax with her after the months of rigorous planning and executing it took for the wedding. You become concerned when your wife is taking too long to put on her swimsuit and find out that she's having body image issues because she doesn't want you to see her in that way. You take her upstairs and show her, gently, just how beautiful she is.

Be firm, but gentle. She needs a dominating figure to tell her what you truly see and to help her believe that for herself. Be her guide, her guardian, and her love because she needs you.

Also, please add sound effects of the ocean. Loud as the audio begins, but softer as the two go upstairs then loud again at the end and fading out.

This is my first script and I'm honored that you're wanting to do your take on it!
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[You find yourself looking out on the ocean, breathing in the salty air. Your arms are crossed against your chest as you lean against the doorframe. You're waiting for your wife, whom you married 48 hours ago. You can't stop smiling, as you're still on a high from the wedding and getting to marry your best friend.]

[Loud sounds of the ocean, seagulls, but not enough to drown out the recording]
[deep breath, whispery voice. You're thinking out loud/talking to yourself] Ah, I can't believe we're finally here. Finally, after all the planning, prepping, and dealing with...[pause, annoyed voice] unruly family members, we're finally able to just be here together. Just she and I.

[pause]

[Time passes and your smile fades as you realize your wife is taking a lot longer to put on her suit than she usually does]

[concerned voice, your brow furrows. Whispery you're still talking to yourself] Hmm...she's taking a lot longer than she usually does. That's not like her. She's usually ready within a few minutes [chuckles] definitely not your average woman.

[pause]

[Echoey voice, you're calling to her from downstairs] Sweetheart? Everything all right?
[pause, she doesn't answer. Whispery voice again, you're talking to yourself] Maybe she forgot something? No, she couldn't have. She checked her bag at least four times before we left. I had to drag her to bed just to get her to stop.

[Again, she doesn't answer. Echoey voice, calling again] Love? Did you forget somethi - [you are cut off as you see your wife descending the stairs in a shirt, shorts, and sunglasses]

[confused as to why she's wearing a shirt and shorts and not her suit] Baby? Why are you wearing that and not your suit? You've been bragging about your suit all throughout our wedding planning.
[chuckles with a smirk, let us hear you smile] You even went through the torture of getting yourself waxed down there just for the occasion.

[She mentions in a hurried tone that she did not forget anything and that they should get to the beach. She hurries past him, swiftly mentioning that she's already wearing the suit. Immediately, you know she's lying from her ducked down expression and hurried attitude.]

[You take her wrist and gently twist her around, pulling her back. You see her bare neck, i.e. no swimsuit strap. Gentle, yet firm voice, you don't want to scare her.] Hey, hey. You're not wearing your suit, I don't see the straps around your neck. What's going on? Did you have trouble putting the suit on?
[chuckles and smirks again, teasing her.] If you did, I'd be more than happy to help just so I could see you naked.

[The joke doesn't stick and she turns her head away.]
[You turn her head back to yours.] Hey, look at me. [She won't look at you, so you have to hold her chin tighter. You're definitely concerned now.] Honey, look at me.

[Gasp, you see her body shake with anxiety and her lip quivering] Oh [x4-5 quickly]. Here, let me get you in my arms, love. No, shhhh. It's all right, shhhhh.
[Add a sound effect of being pulled into your arms if you can. Maybe a rustling?]
[Her shaking intensifies] I've got you, little one. I'm not letting go, you're safe, nothing will harm you.
Take a breath with me, ok? [Inhale, exhale slowly for about x3] That's it, baby. Focus on the ocean. Let it calm you.
[sound of the ocean for about 10 seconds]

[Her shaking subsides. You pull her back and frame her face, lifting her sunglasses to look into her puffy red eyes.] I'm going to pull your sunglasses up and frame your face. I want to look into your eyes.
[You smile, stroking her face] There, that's my pretty girl.
[You frame her face tighter, looking deep into her eyes] Now, tell me what's wrong. You're safe here with me and anything you tell me will be met with no judgment. Okay?

[pause]

[She mentions in a broken voice that she didn't feel sexy enough in her suit and she didn't want you to see her that way. You reiterate for audio purposes. Whispery, gentle voice] You didn't feel sexy enough in your suit and you didn't want me to see you that way? Baby -

[Righteous anger wells up in you and you can't finish what you were going to say. Firm voice, but still gentle. Add a very soft growl] I'm sorry to frighten you, baby. I'm just angry that you feel that way and I don't want you to.

[You kiss her forehead, add a kissing sound] Come on, take my hand. We're dealing with this properly.

[Sound of footsteps leading upstairs and softer sounds of the ocean]

[You go straight for the suitcase, add zipper noises if you can or whatever you seem fit. You hand her the swimsuit and tower over her, looking down at her. Gentle, authoritative voice] Go put on your suit. Now.

[She begins to shake again. Gently, frames her face again.] Baby, shhh...look in my eyes. Come on, look at me....There.

[pause]

I know you're scared to face this...I know this is something that scares you to your core and I'm sorry. But, I'm here to protect you, I'm here to help you push this demon back to where it came from so it doesn't bother you ever again....okay?

[She nods. You smile, whisper voice] Good girl. [kisses forehead, kissing sound please] Now, go on.

[pause for a while as she goes to put on the suit. Add a closing door sound if you can]

Baby? You ready? [she says yes, add opening door sound]

[whispers] Now, I'm going to just come right...behind you...that's it...and place my hand on your chin...there [cups right hand around her chin with enough force that she won't move her head.] Now, look at yourself directly.

[Her shaking intensifies and she says she can't do it] Baby, yes you can. I've got you, I've got you. I'm going to get you through this.

[She squeezes his left hand with hers and he squeezes back. Her view on her own beauty, sexuality, and just body is a fear that she never fully addressed head on so it's a terrifying concept for her to realize]

[You place your head on the side of hers, shushing her gently] I know this is so hard for you, little one, I know, and I'm so, so sorry. But we'll get through this okay?
[She takes a deep breath and you kiss her cheek] That's my girl.

Now, I want you to watch my left hand as it moves over your body, okay? Everywhere it stops and moves, I want you to say, "Such and such is beautiful". Can you do that, sweetheart?

[sighs] Don't do this just because I already believe it with my whole heart, but that you need to. You need to know how beautiful you are, honey. Not just on the inside, which is drop dead gorgeous and why I married you, but on the outside as well.

[pause]

Now, follow my hand. It's ok, I've got you. Lean back into me.

[You run your left hand down her arm, still grasping her face so she doesn't look away] Say that your arms are beautiful and not flabby.

[pause] Good girl.

[You run your hand down her side] Say that your sides aren't fat.

[pause]

[You kiss her neck and whisper in her ear] I absolutely love [draw out the word "love"] your curves.

[pause]

[You gently roam your hand over her breasts. Breathy, slow whisper in her ear. You're turned on by her breasts] Say your breasts are beautiful.

[pause]

Good girl [kissing noise on her cheek]

[pause]

[You go back and squeeze her left ass cheek, chuckling as she reacts] I'm so proud of you for all those squats you've done to make your ass cheeks so tight. Now, I can easily grab what's mine.

[chuckles louder as she reaches back and smacks you in the stomach] Okay! Okay! But hey, at least I got a smile out of you. See, we're making progress.

[The lightheartedness fades quickly as your hand runs over her stomach and she clutches your hand on her stomach. This is the problem area for her. She whimpers in response, afraid to address it]

[You pause, giving her a reassuring kiss on the cheek] Hold on, darling, hold on. This is the hard part for you, huh?...Don't worry, I've got you, just lean back into me...there...

[deeper, more dominate voice but still gentle. Firm, but gentle always] Now, say that your stomach is beautiful.

[pause]

Love, it's not supposed to be completely flat, it's supposed to have a little bit of a pouch to protect organs.

[pause]

[She states in a defeated tone that she doesn't believe you. You tickle her gently and she giggles. You breathlessly reply] Ah, that giggle. It's high pitched, but at just the frequency to add to your beauty. Ugh, I can't get enough.

[You gently pat her stomach, helping her to focus back on what they're doing] I need you to trust me, ok? Now, say that your stomach is beautiful.

[She's physically having to force herself to say the words, her body shaking again as she begins to cry] Oh, I know love. I know it's hard, but I'm so proud of you for making it this far.

[You grip her hips. Gentle and firm authoritative voice] Come on, now. Say that your stomach is beautiful.

[She says it, but without meaning.]

[You notice and again with a firm and gentle authoritative voice. Be patient. DO NOT GET ANGRY] You didn't mean it, I know you can do better. Come on. Say it.

[sighs, gently stroking her stomach as tears fall down her cheeks] Look at me, baby...look at me.

[pause as she looks at you through the mirror]

It makes me sad that you don't believe that you're beautiful. That you find flaws so easily. I think you're the most gorgeous human being that I've ever seen.

[pause]

I'm not just saying that because I married you. I wouldn't have gone through the wedding and put a very elegant yet simple ring on your finger to make you mine if that was the case.

[pause]

Yes, you are much more to me than your body, but right now you need to realize the kindness you give to your body matters just as much as the kindness you give to your mind.

[You squeeze her hips and whisper] Say that your stomach is beautiful.

[She says it now with more meaning, but you aren't satisfied] Good, but you can do better. Even if you only believe it because I believe it. Let that be enough, sweetheart. Let my words be enough.

[It's simple, but effective. She says it again, this time with more meaning and a smile on her face. Excited, smiling voice] Yes! Yes, darling that's it! Again!

[She says it over and over, happiness in her voice as you spin her around bringing her into your chest. You smile widely as you see the fear melting away to be replaced with happiness] Oh, dearest one! Your face is lighting up!

[pause]

I'm so very, very proud of you. I knew you could do it.

[You lean in and kiss her on the lips. Slow, gentle kissing sounds]

[You break the kiss and frame her face, lifting her head so she looks into your eyes] Let me look at you.

[pause, kissing her forehead. Kissing sound please]

[soft voice, but not a whisper] You did very well, my dear. I understand that this is only the beginning of the healing journey for you, but I swear that I will be there every time to help remind you of this moment.

[She nods in appreciation and kisses you again. Kissing sounds please]

[You break the kiss and look her over, chuckling as you do. You stroke the side of her hair] Since you've done so well with this exercise, I think I'll reward you with some night time love making on the beach later tonight.

[She smirks and has a sassy remark that he finds hysterical, chuckling loudly] Oooh, so that's what happens when we get you all body positive? You get confident, eh? Well, I'm not complaining one bit.

[Pecking kissing noises mixed with laughter. You hold out your hand to lead her to the beach] Come on, let's get on that beach and just relax. We both know we've deserved it.

[pause]

[whisper] I love you, my beautiful, strong girl.

[Finish with ocean sounds that grow loud, but then fade out]

[END!]