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Epilogue

 

Both Carter and Georgia felt that it was necessary for them to communicate their needs to one another.  Strangely enough, Georgia seemed to have far more needs than Carter.  Carter did have one overpowering need however and that was to please Georgia.  And because Georgia’s biggest need was to have as many extra-large cocks as she could get, Carter agreed to help recruit them for her.  Although he always cried when he watched his wife with other men that also filled another of Georgia’s needs.

 

It was about nine months later that their baby daughter was born. The named her Evilanna.   She bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother except for the black piercing eyes.  It was also amazing that she started walking when she was but 3 months old.  Her doctors said that was the youngest they had ever encountered and they were more amazed when she was speaking fluently by the time she was four months old.  “And most people were very surprised when her first words were, “Do it, daddy, do it right now!”

 

Carter always obeyed his daughter’s commands although he wondered by what miracle she might have been born since he had a vasectomy shortly after his marriage to Georgia.

 

And Luther seems to be exceptionally proud of the little girl and can’t wait for her to grow up so he can spend quality time with her.

 

The End.

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 28

A Sunday Surprise

 

Georgia had thoroughly enjoyed her little diversion the night before with Carter although she did wonder why she felt the need to punish the man when he had done very little that was wrong. It was not a compelling feeling of guilt.  It only niggled at the back of her mind.  She stretched and threw the covers off so that she could check her body to see if any of her bruises and sores had healed.  She checked the outsides of her breasts and was gratified to see that only small pink spots remained where the claws had dug in.  She reached down between her legs and tested the opening of her pussy and that too seemed to have healed from the punishment that Luther had given it.  She was so absorbed in her self-examination that she did not even hear Amara enter.

 

“Are you horny again already, sis?”  Amara asked.

 

Georgia’s face turned three shades of red.  “I wasn’t sexing myself.  I was just checking to see how bad the damage was.”

 

“Sure, sure, I understand.  If you are almost done checking perhaps you would like to shower and get ready to go to church.”

 

“What?  Since when do you go to church?”

 

“Come now, it is Sunday, you know.  Get in the shower and I will lay out some clothes for you to wear.”

 

The shower felt marvelous but Georgia could not help thinking about Amara and her plans for the morning.  To her knowledge, neither of them had been to church in the past 15 or so years.  And since she reasoned that they were now connected to the other team, she was not sure what the point would be.  She had just turned off the water and reached for a thick terry towel when she hear Amara again urging her to hurry as they did not want to be late.  She quickly dried off, pulled a brush through her hair a few times and stepped back into the bedroom.  True to her words, Amara had indeed laid out some clothes on the bed, but they were not ones that Georgia would have selected as go to meeting clothes.  The white bra would barely conceal her nipples and the blouse was sheer enough so that if any light was behind her, people would be able to see what was under it.  A matching garter set was included and some textured white hose were added.  The white leather micro-mini skirt would barely cover the ends of the garters while she was standing.  Since no panties were available Georgia figured that her shaven cunt would be on display once she sat down.  And the white pumps with at least a six-inch spiked heel would make her ass sway when she walked.  It was obvious to her that this outfit was intended to distract the audience from whatever sermon the preacher might be delivering today.

 

And then Amara walked in wearing an identical ensemble.  “Are you ready to go, sister?  Do you think we will be recognized as two virgins ready for the altar?”

 

“Is that what we are supposed to be?  I certainly hope the sacrifice does not include being tied down and having our throats cut.  Just which church are we attending today?”

 

“I was only joking about the sacrifice.  We are going to a fundamentalist Christian Church to cause a little mischief.  So bring up as many naughty thoughts as you can.”

 

Every eye was on them as they walked down the aisle.  Amara directed Georgia to the very front row where two seats set directly in front of the podium.  As she had feared there was no way for her to keep her skirt from sliding up far enough to not only show her garters but her bare pussy as well.  She prayed that she would not be in the line of sight of any families with small children.  She opened her mind and could hear comments from all over the church.  “Aren’t they disgusting, coming to church looking like two hookers?” One woman said to her husband.

 

“Yes, but they are hot looking hookers.  I would pay for a little of either one of them.”  He thought.

 

“Say it out loud,” Georgia demanded.  And she heard a female gasp and she knew that the man had obeyed her.

 

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Ralph Peterson.  How can you say a thing like that when your wife is sitting right beside you?”

 

Georgia put another thought in his mind and she heard him reply.  “Listen cunt, if you looked half as good as either one of those women I would be fucking you right now instead of sitting here listening to you complain.”

 

Georgia smiled as she heard a collective gasp coming from one entire section of the church.  Then the organ started and everyone began to rise to sing the opening hymn.  This seemed to quiet the thoughts around the two women as everyone waited for the preacher to begin his sermon.  “If everyone would please open their bibles to Romans 1:25 through 1:27 and follow along.”  He began.  He read the three verses dealing with what the Bible called unnatural sexual practices and launched into his sermon about the sin of homosexuality.  Georgia could hear the thoughts of several young men in the audience thinking about what they had done with one another the night before and wondering how on earth anything that had felt so wonderful could be wrong.

 

As the preacher got to the part in his sermon about how sinful it is for husbands and wives to emulate homosexual conduct in their bedroom, Georgia could see that he was having a little trouble keeping his mind on the subject.  A small bead of sweat had begun to stand out on his brow and his eyes could not seem to leave the front row directly in front of him.  Georgia thought it was only fitting that she help him out and so she spread her legs a little further apart and she noticed Amara doing the same thing.  “Say it!” Georgia sent him the subliminal message.  “Tell everyone how you would like to eat the two cunts sitting in the front row.  Say it out loud.”  And the entire audience gasped as the preacher could not stop himself from obeying Georgia’s command.

 

Amara was almost rolling in laughter as she looked at the preacher trying desperately to save his sermon.  But in the end, all he could do was sneak away as his congregation filed out of the church.  True most of the men and several of the women secretly agreed with his statement but they could not allow their fellow worshippers to think that they did.  As Georgia and Amara started to rise, a middle-aged woman confronted them.  She was conservatively dressed in a dress that came well below her knees and low-heeled sensible shoes.

 

“How could you show up here dressed like hussies?  My husband was wrong to have said what he did but you deliberately tried to incite him.” She said.

 

“So you believe what he was preaching about homosexuality and oral sex within the marriage?”  Amara asked her.

 

“It comes straight from God’s word.  Sodomy is an abomination unto the Lord.”

 

“So you have never sucked a cock or licked a slit.  And your self-righteous husband has never gone down on you before stuffing his cock into your cunt?” Georgia chimed in.  “I notice you keep looking down at my lap.  You wouldn’t happen to have little lesbian tendencies buried in your mind would you?”

 

“Certainly not!”  She exclaimed.  “And my husband would have never said what he did if you had not forced him to do so.”

 

“Really and just how did we make him do that?”  Amara asked.

 

“You know perfectly well how you did it.  You don’t think you are the only two sluts in the world that Luther has ever gotten his hooks into do you?”

 

Georgia looked over at Amara with a look of incredulity.  “Is she telling us what I think she is?”

 

“Why ask your bitch sister?  I am right here, what is it you want to know?”

 

Amara was on her feet in a flash, grabbing hold of the woman’s hair and slapping her face hard with the open palm.  “Don’t ever call me a bitch again.”

 

“Ladies, ladies, calm yourselves.  After all, we are all on the same team here.”

 

“I should have figured that you would show up, Luther.”  Georgia began.  “But aren’t you like banned from actually coming into a church?”

 

“Apparently not.  Here I am.  “Helen I see that you have met my two latest converts.  Did they do me proud this morning?”

 

“If the object was to disrupt Harold’s service, they certainly accomplished that.  If the purpose was to place doubts in the thoughts of some of the parishioner’s minds that too was successful.  But these two are rank amateurs.  There were over 120 parishioners here today and yet they could only reach out to a half dozen between them. And bringing the service to a close was completely counterproductive.  I was planting thoughts in Bobby Jenkins mind about his best friend Randy’s cock.  I actually had him stroking himself through his pants while he was sitting right beside his mother.  And his mother was thinking about cheating on her husband with another woman.  I could go on and on.  Just think how many lustful thoughts I could have planted if these two had been more patient.”

 

Georgia looked over at Amara and shook her head.  “What the hell is this all about?  Were we on some type of recruiting trip for this asshole?”

 

Amara did not answer but she did look down toward the floor in an effort to avoid Georgia’s eyes.  So Georgia rounded on Luther.  “Why don’t you tell us what this is all about?”

 

“Don’t get all high and mighty on me, cunt.”  Luther began.  “I own you and your sister and I expect that you will do exactly what I tell you.  You would do well to listen and learn from Helen.  She knows the system and is exceedingly good at getting the results I need.”

 

“Well, la ti fucking da to you and your whore.  I am sick of your interfering in my life.  Amara, are you coming or do you want to stay with these two assholes?”

 

Georgia did not wait for her sister to answer.  She just turned on her heels and headed for the door.  As she walked up the aisle she could feel three sets of minds all trying to pull her back.  She imagined a huge fireball slowly rolling away from her, down the aisle to the area where Luther and the two women stood.  She could smell the burning of the carpet and heard the swearing of two people as they attempted to get out of the way of the rolling inferno.  Although she could feel Luther’s anger she was disappointed that he was not panicking as well.  She knew the fire was out but she could still smell the scorched carpet as she made the door and exited the church.

 

She had not gone far before Luther was standing blocking her path.  “We have unfinished business, you and me.”  He informed her.

 

Georgia threw up her hands in a gesture of defeat.  “Okay, why don’t you tell me exactly what it is that you want from me?  As your Jezebel in there pointed out I am pretty worthless at this recruiting business.”

 

“Perhaps I should have explained things to you instead of just assuming that Amara would guide you.  There really is not many things that people can do that is a sin.  But if they believe that something is wrong and then do it that is a real sin.  So let’s assume that a person has no preconceived notion of what is right and wrong.  Then they could do almost anything they wanted and they would not violate any rules.  They could fuck anyone they wanted, suck anyone they wanted, nothing would be off limits.  That is why I need people like Harold in there.  It is his job to make people believe that the things they want the most are against the rules.  But once he has them convinced that it is a mortal sin for them to fuck anyone other than the ones they are married to, someone else has to come along and tempt them not to care.  That is where you and Amara and Helen come in.”

 

“And you think that I am just going to go along with this hair brained scheme?”

 

“You really don’t have a choice.  You willingly gave yourself to me so I own you.”

 

“Yeah, well that is where you totally fucked up.  Sure I let you stick your rod in my cunt, but I didn’t even consider that it was wrong.  In fact, I never believed in any of this right and wrong, good and bad stuff.  So let me make things crystal clear for you.  Go fuck yourself.”  And once again Georgia began walking away and this time, Luther did not try and stop her.

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Erotic Novel giveaway day 27

Carter’s Ordeal

 

The voice had been so clear in his mind and the compulsion was so great that first he had taken off his clothes, tried to get the heels on without much success and taken the pictures and sent them to his wife’s phone.  He had waited for what he figured was forever before he heard her voice again.  This time, she was telling him to use a debilitating cream on his body hair.  The voice even told him where to find the cream and how to use it.  He was almost sure that Georgia was playing some type of trick on him.  Perhaps she had planted a tape recorder and set it to play at a particular time but the voice seemed to be inside his head and not outside of his brain.  He shook his head to try and clear it and then sent her another text message asking if it was really her that was sending the instructions.  Almost immediately his head was filled with her voice.  This time, she sounded angry and insisting that he let the cream stay on an additional 15 minutes although he was sure that would cause chemical burns.  But regardless of his fears, he knew he had to obey.

 

And so after soaking in a hot bath to soften his hair, applying the pink cream liberally all over his body and waiting the required time he began wiping off the cream with paper towels.  This was agony because his skin was so severely reddened and irritated.  When he was satisfied that the vast majority of his hair had been melted away he climbed back in the tub and set the shower to cold.  He could barely stand to use a thick terry towel on his body but when he was through he was pleased to see a completely hairless body looking back at him in the mirror.  Taking his phone, he quickly snapped several pictures and sent them to his wife’s phone.  This time, he actually got a text message back.  “You are such a sissy bitch.”  It began.  “I bet you wished you had allowed me to put you in that chastity tube, don’t you?”

 

Carter quickly typed out another text telling Georgia that he would do anything she wanted if she would just come home.  His phone chimed with an incoming message.  His heart fell as he read what she had written.  “I won’t be coming home until you are firmly locked in that chastity tube and it better be the one with the sharp spikes.  You can text me the pictures while you are being fitted.  Oh, and make sure you wear a pair of my panties.  I am sure Charles will enjoy seeing you in all your sissy glory.  Better yet why don’t you spend tomorrow shopping for your own lingerie?  Just keep your mind open when you enter the store and I will tell you what to buy.”

 

At that point, two thoughts came into Carter’s mind simultaneously.  The first was that he needed to start cleaning up the house.  But this compulsion was different than the one he had the previous weekend.  This time, everything was specific and he had to do the chores in exactly the correct order and each task had to be finished before he could start another.  There would be no wasted effort or any task left half done.  The other thought that came to his mind was that he was exceedingly horny.  He was still naked and his cock stood out prominently from his body.  His balls felt that they were so full that they would burst at any second and he wanted to bring himself off with his hand.  His mind kept telling him to stroke his cock but when he tried to do so his hand would not quite reach the straining flesh.  He tried to move closer to the sofa hoping that he would be able to rub himself against the arm but he could only come within a few inches.  As he walked through the archway leading to the hall closet where he kept the vacuum he thought he might be able to hump himself against the wall but something caused him to pass right by without so much as grazing the arch with his cock.  He moaned in frustration as he looked down and saw a large dollop of precum oozing out of his slit.  And then another urge hit him and this time, his fingers could graze the tip of his cock and extract that slippery morsel which he immediately put into his mouth and rolled it around his teeth and gums.  And that action caused his balls to swell even more.

 

His frustration continued for the next two hours as he went from one chore to the other.  By the time he had finished vacuuming the carpets wearing his high heels his feet were in agony but for some reason even that ache caused him to think of sex.  He was almost finished cleaning out the refrigerator and washing the dishes he had removed from it when he finally noticed that his cock had returned to normal.  He breathed a sigh of relief because he no longer had to worry about the warnings on some ed medication ads he had seen on the television where they told you to call your doctor is you had an erection lasting for more than four hours.  But then all that thinking about his flaccid cock made it start to twitch a little bit and then it began to grow back to full mast.

 

It was midnight before his cleaning urge went away.  He made his way to the bathroom and decided to take a nice cold shower to try and get some relief from his straining cock.  The cold water did seem to do the trick and his cock began to go down.  As he soaped his body he found that his hands could now touch himself in an intimate way.  As he pulled back the foreskin to wash his sensitive flesh he again felt his cock begin to swell.  Even the cold water was not enough distraction for him and he desperately wanted to begin pumping his flesh.  He was able to stroke his cock a few time bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm but he could not bring himself over that point.  A low groan escaped from his lips as he realized that somehow someone was manipulating him and he suspected that it was Georgia.  “Why are you doing this to me?”  He cried out.

 

Then he heard the voice in his head, “Don’t be such a sniveling little bitch.  Would you rather I took away your ability to have an erection altogether.  Perhaps that would be best.  I wouldn’t need to keep you in chastity or keep watch over you to make sure you don’t play with yourself.  Now go to bed.  You have a lot of work to do tomorrow before your afternoon shopping trip.”

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 26

The Day After

 

Georgia did not remember anything further as she did not wake up until the next day.  She slowly came back to consciousness feeling something cool being applied to her forehead.  She tried to focus her eyes but the light caused a sharp pain to pass into her brain.

 

“There, there just lie still and let me take care of you.” A familiar voice told her.  Georgia worked hard to clear her mind enough to figure out where she was.  The cool cloth continued to be pressed against her head and she began to feel slightly better and her vision began to clear.  Her eyes finally cleared enough for her to recognize her sister.  “He really did a number on your little sister.  He was all apologetic, saying that you just released his inner beast but I told him to get out and not come back until I let him know it was alright to do so.”

 

“Dear Lord, did you see him?  He turned into a complete monster.  I had no idea that was what he was really like.  I guess I should have known but he seemed like such a nice guy.”

 

“He has never turned like that with me so I don’t know if I should be thankful or a little jealous of you for being able to completely get to his inner soul.”

 

“Trust me, you don’t want to get to that part of his psyche.  Is there anything left to my breasts?  And my cunt feels like it has been ripped in two.”

 

“The scratches weren’t too bad although he did penetrate the skin with his claws.  Thankfully he released you right after you passed out so that I could clean your cuts and stop the bleeding.  I haven’t checked your vagina.  Perhaps if you feel like a hot bath we can see how much damage he did to you.”

 

Georgia spent over an hour soaking in the hot bubble bath.  Amara helped her bathe as best she could but allowed Georgia to take care of her more intimate areas.  When the water began to cool making it uncomfortable for her sister she helped her out of the tub and gently dried her with a thick terry towel.  She asked Georgia if she would like to go back to bed but she told her no, she really needed to try to get some nourishment and some fluids.  Amara helped her downstairs and seated her at the table while she rooted through the fridge for the makings of breakfast.  She handed Georgia a steaming cup of black coffee and went to the sideboard to get a skillet for bacon and eggs.

 

As she turned on the burner the room suddenly became extremely cold.  It was as if someone had left a window open in January.  Georgia wrapped both hands around her coffee mug trying to get a little warmth into her hands.  “I will not apologize to you or any other human.”  The invisible voice said.  “I have given you a bit of restitution, however.  I hope you enjoy your new powers.”  And then the room temperature returned to normal and the voice was gone.

 

“What the hell do you suppose that was all about?”  Asked Georgia to Amara.

 

“I am not sure but after I willingly accepted Luther into my life, I got the powers to cast spells, read people’s minds and control others with my thoughts.”

 

“But I did not willingly accept him into my life just into my cunt.”

 

“To Luther, those are one and the same things.”

 

“Why didn’t you warn me, I would never have allowed him to fuck me?”

 

“I could not afford to anger Luther.  He would have gotten what he wanted eventually and I would have paid dearly for warning you.  It doesn’t matter now anyway.  There is nothing either of us can do to change the situation.  Why don’t you try to figure out what your powers are?”

 

Georgia really did not feel any different than she had when she woke up.  Her breasts still felt like they had been punctured by needles and her cunt still felt like it a tree limb had been shoved up it including a couple of branches.  So she figured that quick healing was not the gift.  She reached out with her mind and could hear Amara’s thought but that really didn’t tell her anything because Amara had the ability of telepathy and she could be allowing Georgia access to her mind.  So she tried to push her mind out farther and she concentrated on Carter’s mind.  To her surprise, she could see him lounging on the sofa with a beer in one hand and his cock in the other.  “Carter set the beer down and put your cock back in your pants this instant.”  Her thoughts raged outward.

 

There was a slight delay before Carter looked around him like an unexpected visitor had caught him.  He quickly set the beer on the end table beside him and began tucking his cock back into his sweat pants.  Georgia smiled but then she wondered if it had actually happened or if she had just conjured it up in her mind.  “Carter take off all your clothes, put your heels on, take a picture of yourself and send it to my phone within the next 5 minutes.”  Georgia pushed that thought as hard as she could.  Then she sat in her chair and waited with a close eye on the clock on the wall.  Five minutes passed and then ten and still nothing happened.

 

“Well, I guess that was a total bust,”  Georgia said out loud.

 

“What was a bust, sister?”

 

“Oh, I just thought I had the power to control Carter.  I sent him a thought to take off all his clothes and put on some high heels and send me a picture to my phone.  But as you can see he has not obeyed.”

 

“You mean he was to send the picture to your phone that you left in the bedroom on vibrate.  I have heard it going off for the last 10 minutes.”

 

“Shit, I guess I had better go get it or can you just will it to come to me with your mind?”

 

“Why don’t you try and teleport it to you?”

 

“I wouldn’t know how to do that.”

 

“Just concentrate on the phone.  See it in your mind.  See it lifting off of the dresser and floating through the air.”

 

Georgia tried as hard as she could but finally gave up and rose from her chair and headed to the bedroom.  Sure enough, her phone was vibrating on top of the dresser.  Picking it up she checked the messages to find several from Carter, the most recent about 15 minutes prior.  Opening the message a huge smile crossed her face.  There was her husband in all his naked glory and on his feet his black heels although the straps were still undone.  The text read, “I don’t know why but I had the uncontrollable urge to send you this picture.  It was almost as if you were in the room with me telling me what you wanted.  I am still waiting for further instructions if you are still talking with me.”

 

Georgia hit reply and began typing and then thought what the fuck am I doing?  She set the phone back down and climbed in the middle of the bed.  Resting her head on a pillow, she began to think that she wanted Carter to remove all the hair from his body from the neck down.  She even told him where the big bottle of Nair was and how to use it.  Her phone vibrated again.  Seeing that it was again Carter she read another of his texts.  “Was that last request really from you?  I can hear you so clearly in my head but it does not seem possible that you asked me to denude my body.”

 

Georgia smiled.  “Since you question my instructions, I want you to leave the lotion on for 30 minutes instead of 15.  Perhaps a little chemical burn will teach you better manners.  Make sure that I get full body pictures when you are rinsed and dried.”  She then dropped the phone down beside her and blissfully closed her eyes.

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 25

Georgia’s Visit With Amara

 

Being tired of trying to convince Carter to do what she wanted, Georgia figured she might as well spend the weekend with her sister.  Remembering the last time she visited only made her hotter and wetter as she hoped for another go at Blake and Jake.  The only thought she had about Carter was that she wished she had not asked Amara to remove the spell she had placed on their house.  She didn’t bother knocking on the door.  If Amara was home she was welcome and if not, no one would come to the door anyway.

 

The lights were on downstairs and she could smell incense burning in the living room so she headed that way immediately.  She did not see Amara but sure enough, there was Luther.  “What are you doing here and where is my sister?”

 

“And I have missed you as well.” Stated Luther.  “I had a nice talk with your husband earlier.  He seemed to be somewhat of a mess.  I am afraid that I didn’t make him feel any better either.  I guess I need to brush up on my people skills.”

 

Georgia looked at him and smiled.  “You are such an asshole, Luther but sometimes that can be a good thing.  Tell me what you did to poor Carter.”

 

“I was trying to convince him to put on the chastity device and I think I almost had him until I told him that I wanted to fuck you.  For some reason, that just pissed him off.  That male has such a low tolerance for mental pain.  You know he was curled up in a ball on the floor and crying like a baby when I left.  So if I promise to send him pictures can we fuck?”

 

Georgia broke out laughing.  “Truthfully I was hoping for Blake and Jake.  Not only do they have bigger cocks than yours, they know how to use them better.  By the way do you still have that premature ejaculation problem?”

 

“You really are a bitch.  I am not surprised that your husband isn’t jumping at the idea of letting you control his orgasms.  Maybe he would like it better if I was to put a chastity device on you and let him hold the key.  Would you like that Georgia?”

 

“Would you like me to cut off your cock and feed it to you, Luther?”

 

Luther just looked at Georgia and smiled.  “I do so like my women feisty.”

 

“And exactly what is it that you want with me, Luther?  Shouldn’t you be out stealing souls or damning people to hell fire or sacrificing virgins?”

 

“You humans have such vivid imaginations.  Why Georgia you make me sound like a total monster.  And even if I wanted to where in the world would I find a virgin to sacrifice?  Can’t you just accept that I like your company?”

 

“I am having a little trouble wrapping my mind around that,” Georgia told him.  “After all, you have billions of women to choose from and as persuasive as you are few of them would be able to turn you down, why me?”

 

“I guess your own argument should tell you how much I value you.  Why don’t you take off your clothes and let me show you how desirable I find you?”

 

“As appealing as that thought is, I am here to see Amara.  Where is she?”

 

Carter pointed towards the bedroom and Georgia did not even wait for him to say anything.  Opening the door her mouth dropped open.  Either Blake or Jake, she never could get them straight was plowing Amara’s furrow and the other was stuffing her mouth with cock.  Although her hands were tied securely behind her back she did not seem to be protesting so Georgia started to back out of the room.  “You don’t have to leave,” one of the men told her.  “We will only be a few more minutes and then we can take care of that itch between your legs as well.”

 

Georgia did not reply, she simply backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.  As she entered the living room, Luther did not even look up.  He had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it.  Georgia marveled at the look of the thing.  She felt a little like a voyeuristic mother who had just come in and found her son masturbating for the first time.  She could not take her eyes off of that monster cock because she had never seen anything even remotely like it.  It had no foreskin, not because it had been circumcised but because it never had a skin covering for the head.  There was no break between the head and the shaft of his cock.  It looked like a long fleshy pole with a barbed end to it.  She remembered how it had felt the one time that Luther had taken her from behind but that did not prepare her for the sight before her.  Then Luther raised his eyes and looked directly into hers.

 

“Do you like what you see?  You look completely mesmerized.  Surely you remember my cock from the first time we met?”

 

“You had me at a disadvantage.  You took me from behind and because of that damned collar you had around my neck I could not see even the smallest amount of your shaft.”

 

“Well, you’re not tied or collared now.  Come over here and take a better look.  Hell, come over here and get a taste if you so desire.”

 

It was impossible for her to resist, not because he willed her to but because she wanted to be closer to that magnificent strange looking object of desire.  She was becoming so wet that her cunt began to drip through the jeans she wore and she could smell her own rut.  It seemed to take her forever to cover the few feet between them.  Her knees were weak with desire by the time she could reach out with her right hand and take the rod between her fingers although no matter how hard she tried she could not get the entire girth in her hand.  Had that monster cock really once been inside of her cunt?

 

“Use your left hand, Georgia,”  Luther instructed.  “I want to feel your wedding ring as you stroke my cock.”

 

Without any hesitation she shifted hands, feeling more like a whore and a slut but loving it.  She reached up to the slit to get some precum but it seemed that no matter where she put her fingers the shaft was already lubricated.  She slowly slid her hand all the way down to the base and let her fingers drift down to two gigantic balls that seemed to be so full that they might pop at any second.  “Oh Luther, I think you better fuck me.  Your balls are about to burst.”

 

“I didn’t think you would ever ask.”  Georgia had no idea how it happened but she found herself completely naked and being lowered onto that massive piece of male flesh.  Luther held her up as the head slipped all the way inside allowing her to get used to the girth.  She moaned a little because of pain but a lot because of pleasure.  She could already feel her cunt muscles beginning to clench with her first orgasm and he was barely started.  He allowed her to settle down so that a couple more inches of his cock could invade her insides causing tears of pleasure to blind her for a few moments.  She tried to reach up to wipe the moisture from her eyes but she could not move her hands.  She began shaking her head back and forth in an effort to clear her vision but then wished that she had not done so.  Instead of the extremely handsome man she thought would be there, she saw what surely was a monster in his place.  The smooth tanned skin of his face was replaced by black skin with large warts all over it.  The mouth that she remembered fondly was a mass of sharp and pointed teeth and a large pointed tongue protruded out towards her breasts.  She could not believe how long that thing was.  The pointed tip was licking all the way around her areola even though Luther was holding her at arm’s length squeezing her breasts cruelly.  Then she felt something like needles digging into the side of her tits and she tried to look down but her head would not move.  It was held firmly in place as surely as it had been the time he had fitted her with the wide collar.  She opened her mouth to object but no words would pass her tongue.  And all the while her body was convulsing with orgasm after orgasm.

 

Then she felt his cockhead reach the furthest depths of her cunt.  And yet he was still trying to force even more up inside her causing her more pain than she could ever remember.  At the same time, his claws were digging into the sides and tops of her breasts and she could feel little trickles of moisture leaking down her sides.  She could not look to see but she was sure that it was either sweat or God help her blood.  She was unable to look anywhere except directly at that horrid face in front of her and it had grown even more grotesque as he could feel the pain in her body.  Now horns had grown from the top of his forehead and had curled toward his back.  And now that evil tongue was licking the sides of her face, taking in each droplet of tears that flowed from her eyes.  Never had Georgia been so terrified in her life.  And the pain and terror did their work and she passed out.

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Carter’s Regret

 

Not knowing what else to do, Carter decided to go home and confront Georgia.  It was dark by now and he was surprised to see that there were no lights shining through the windows of his house as he drove up.  Apparently his wife had not come home but where would she have gone?  He opened the front door and he could feel the cold emptiness surround him as he walked inside.  He flipped on the light expecting that the furniture would be gone as well, but everything seemed to be as he had left it.

 

He made his way up to the master bedroom and found that even his wife’s clothes still hung in the closet so he began to think that perhaps she had just stopped off at a friend’s house.  As he closed the closet door he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and saw the red handprint on the left side of his face.  It brought back the memories of his wife slapping him in front of the store owner and his face flushed red with the remembered humiliation.  But his cock also hardened at the memory.  He had not minded those slaps in the least.  In fact, he relished them as he did the feeling of humiliation that they had brought.  Why couldn’t he have told her that at the store?  Why couldn’t he have got on his knees and begged her for one more chance to let the man fit him with a chastity device?  “Oh Georgia, if you can hear my thoughts, please come back.  I will do anything you ask of me.”

 

“Georgia, can’t hear your thoughts any longer, but I can,” said a voice behind him.

 

Carter turned to see a tall thin man with extremely black eyes sitting on the end of the bed and smiling at him.  “Who are you and how did you get in here?” Carter demanded.

 

“I am a good friend of your wife’s and an even better friend to her sister, Amara.  I have been watching you fuck up your relationship with Georgia for some time and I thought perhaps you would like my help in getting her back?  You did just say that you would do anything to get back in her good graces, did you not?”

 

“You still have not told me how you got in here and how you know what I am thinking?”

 

“Are those things really as important as how I might be able to help you?”

 

“You said that Georgia could no longer read my thoughts, why not?”

 

“She decided that she did not want to force you to be her slave.  Don’t misunderstand me, she still wants you as her slave, she just wants you to willingly submit.  You had that choice today with the chastity device and you chose wrong, so now you will have to convince her that you have had a change of mind.”

 

“How am I going to do that if she is not here?”

 

“Think about the things that she really wants you to become.  She does not have to be here for you to submit to her will does she?”

 

“How will I know what she wants if she doesn’t tell me?”

 

“Now you are just making excuses,” Luther declared.  “You know she wants you in chastity and it just so happens that I brought the perfect cage for you.  But before you can put it on you need to get rid of all your body hair except what is on your head.”  And Luther held up the metal chastity device that Carter did not believe would actually fit him.  “Now are you going to keep bitching and moaning about Georgia not being here or are you going to do what you are told so that you can get her back?”

 

“Let’s say that I want your help, what is in this for you?”

 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, I don’t give a flying fuck about you,” Luther told him.  “I do however love to fuck your wife.  She is so tight and so hot and so passionate.  If she has you as her slave to do all the mundane things she would normally have to do, she will have a lot more time for more interesting things.”

 

Carter’s temper began to rise.  “You filthy son of a bitch.  You come here pretending to want to help me get Georgia back and then tell me it is so she will have more time to fuck you.  Get the hell out of my house.”

 

“As you wish, but you won’t get you wife back by pretending to be a man.  She can get all the men she wants.  In fact, I imagine she has one between her legs right now.  Your only hope is to show her that you can be a good cuckold slave that is willing to keep the house clean and neat so that when she brings a real man home she will be proud of the place.”  And as quickly as he had appeared he was gone.

 

The emptiness was so all-consuming that all Carter could do was to slump down onto the floor, curl up into a ball and let the tears begin to flow.  And even that made him feel guilty as he remembered Georgia telling him how much she would enjoy seeing his tears and here he was crying his eyes out without her here to watch.

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 23

Friday Night Shopping

 

Georgia thought that Carter would deliberately forget to put the address into her GPS system so she went out early to check.  But much to her surprise, he had done exactly as he was told.  She checked to see how long it would take to get there and then allowed a half hour extra for evening traffic.  She figured if she did get there early she might have a chance to talk with the clerk or salesperson and set them up to help humiliate her husband a little bit.

 

Traffic was nowhere near as bad as she imagined and so she arrived 40 minutes early instead of 30.  She was a little surprised that the location was not just some run of the mill adult bookstore that sold novelties.  But this was not the case.  The sign in the window said “Leather and Lace, restraints and bondage gear,” and looked like a fairly upscale establishment.  Georgia made her way to the door and carefully stepped inside.  She saw racks lining the walls with all kind of bondage equipment, whips, paddles and metal rings.  She was slowly making her way around the room admiring some of the toys when she heard a voice from behind.

 

“May I help you, madam?  I own this establishment.  My name is Charles.”

 

“Yes, Charles, my name is Georgia.  I am meeting my husband here to have him fitted for a chastity device and I was just admiring your leather work.  You are a real artist.”

 

“Are you a connoisseur of leather goods, ma-am?”

 

“No, not at all.  In fact, I am quite new to the whole idea of dominance and discipline.  I do have a cheap riding crop that I got a chance to use last night but it is nothing like your whips.  But why don’t you tell me a little about male chastity.  I imagine there are a variety of different types and sizes.”

 

“You bet but I only carry the best.  A lot of wives, just want to play with the idea and they go and get a cheap plastic model, which their husband’s just slip right out of when they aren’t looking.  Is that the kind of thing you are looking for?”

 

“Absolutely not.  My husband may have that in his mind but I want something that is impossible for him to remove unless I open the lock.  And he doesn’t know it yet but I am not going to unlock it very often.  And I have to tell you, he has a really small penis so I hope you have something small enough.”

 

“That will not be a problem.  Occasionally I get a mother in here that wants something for her young son, so I have to keep extra small sizes on hand.”

 

“Wow, I had no idea.  If I had children perhaps I would be thinking the same thing.  Tell me about the different types and how they work.”

 

“Well, most of them all work on the same principle.  They have a large wide ring that goes behind the cock and balls.  It has rods sticking out towards the front.  Then either a system of joined rings attach to that or a metal tube that is bent so that the male has to sit down to urinate.  I like the tube idea better than the rings and the tubes come with or without spikes.”

 

“Ooh I love the sound of spikes, tell me more?”

 

“The tube is just a little bigger around than his cock when it is completely flaccid and just slightly longer.  The tip is covered with little short needles that do not touch him when he is flaccid.  But as soon as he starts to get erect his cock expands and lengthens and the needles bite into his tender flesh.  This is ideal for training him not to get an erection or to punish him if he does.”

 

“And how does it lock on him?”

 

“Some have small padlocks but they are not as secure as you might like.  Anyone with a set of bolt cutter could snip the lock and take the device off.  However, my best model has the lock built into the base.  The outer ring actually fits over the inner ring and when the key is turned spokes come out and secure the rings together.  There is no way to remove it without a key.  It comes with two keys so one of them should be put where it can never be lost, perhaps in a bank vault.  The other can be hung around your neck to taunt him with if you so choose.”

 

“Oh look, here he is now.  How long will it take to get him fitted?”

 

“Not long.  First I will measure him when he is hard and then when he is soft and put the correct size device on him.”

 

Carter came up and Georgia introduced him to the shop owner.  “Charles this is Carter my husband slave.”

 

Charles did not shake Carter’s hand.  He just motioned for Carter to follow him into the back.  But Carter just stood there looking at his wife.  “Come now, other customers may be entering at any time and I don’t want to spend all night with you.”

 

“Yes, well you can spend as much time as you want with your other customers.  I have decided not to go through with this lunacy.”

 

“You have have you?”  Georgia asked with venom in her voice.  She edged closer to her husband so that she could reach out and touch him.

 

Carter cringed a little as he saw the look on her face but he refused to look down or away.  He had spent the better part of the day agonizing over this decision and he could not back down now.  “I lost my mind for a little while last night but now I understand what it would mean for me to allow you to put me in chastity.  Once that lock goes on, I would be totally at your mercy and from what I have seen you don’t have too much mercy.”

 

Georgia reached out slowly and put her hands on each side of his face as if to give him a gentle caress.  Then quicker than a snake, she drew her right hand back and delivered a hard slap to the left side of his face.  Because the other hand was still in position his head could not move to the side with the blow and he saw stars in his vision for a few seconds.  And then another slap landed harder than the first.  Carter finally got his hands up to protect his face but Georgia was already walking towards the door.  Carter hung his head in shame and humiliation as the shopkeeper stood looking at him.

 

“You really fucked that up didn’t you wimp?”

 

As Charles started to walk away, Carter shot back to him.  “What do you know about it?  Sure you make these torture devices but do you wear one?”

 

Charles stopped and turned back towards him.  “If I had a woman even half as hot as Georgia, I would gladly lock myself in chastity for the rest of my life just to be able to worship her boots.  Doing what you are told is the only way that you can be close to that woman.  Is an orgasm worth not being able to serve her?  Ah, hell, I can see you don’t get it.  Get the fuck out of my store.  I can’t stand the sight of you.”

 

And so with his head hung down, Carter did as the man directed.  Carter knew that the man was right.  No matter how afraid he was of becoming under the total control of his wife, he knew it was what he wanted more than anything else in the world.  But he just could not willingly walk into that trap.  If Georgia really wanted him as her slave she would have to capture and enslave him without his willing cooperation.

 

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 22

Carter Comes Home

 

After making Georgia sweat for an entire day, Carter finally decided that he needed to go home and face the music.  Even though he was still angry with her, he did still love the woman and was not ready to give up on her just yet.  As his workday came to a close he started to develop a little bit of a headache.  It wasn’t the type that starts in the back of your neck, though.  This was more like a heavy pressure was inside his skull and was pressing in from all sides.  He got into his car and leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes for just a few moments.  He hoped that he could get his head to stop hurting before starting the drive towards his house.  Before he knew it he was sound asleep and dreaming about things that he only thought about when he was alone with his cock in his hand.

 

It was completely dark out when Carter awoke.  He felt refreshed as if every weight had been removed from his mind.  He looked around and was surprised to see that he was still in the parking lot at work all though he had left the building hours before.  Starting his car, he was anxious to get home and to have a conversation with his wife.

 

The drive was uneventful and no dread came to him as he approached his house.  Even when he pulled into the drive he was surprised that no compulsion began to take over his mind.  He thought back to the past week and realized that something had completely changed.  And that did give him just a little bit of apprehension.  He opened the front door and noticed that the only light in the house that was lit was coming from the living room.  He flipped on the kitchen light just so that he could see that nothing was in his way and then proceeded to where he figured his wife must have been waiting.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he seen what she was wearing.  She had on a pair of leather pants that were so tight that he could not figure out how she could have possibly gotten into them.  Every curve of her shapely lower body was accentuated right down to the boots she was wearing.  And the boots were breathtaking as well.  He had seen them earlier at the club but he had been too stubborn to study them closely.  Now he could see that they had, at least, a five-inch pointed heel and that both sides and back were covered in tightly braided leather for the seams.  His mouth began to water with just the thought of how much dust and dirt would collect in those braids and how long it would take him if he were allowed to lick them clean.  And added to the allure of the picture his wife was gently tapping a riding crop against the sides of those boots.

 

Georgia did not say a word.  She just allowed her husband to stand and stare.  She was hoping that he was enjoying the vision in front of him but she knew that the first one of them to speak on this occasion would be the loser and she had no intention of losing.  She smiled a little as she noticed how hard it was for him to take his eyes off of the tapping whip.

 

The silence was killing Carter and so he finally spoke.  “Okay, I am home, what do you want us to talk about?”

 

“Actually, I have changed my mind about having a conversation.  I have decided that I will do the talking and you will do the listening.  Now get out of your clothes and come over here and kneel at my feet.”

 

“I don’t understand,” Carter began.

 

“You don’t have to understand.”  Georgia cut in before he could finish his thought.  “You just have to obey.  And the next words out of your mouth had better be yes, Mistress, or goodbye.”

 

This was a dream come true for Carter and although he wanted to rebel just a little bit he was not taking any chances that he would lose the opportunity to see where this was going.  So he quickly reached for the buttons on his shirt.  In record time, he was completely naked and on his knees in front of his dominant wife.  She swung the toe of one of her boots up and grazed his lips with it.  And then she offered him the heel by pushing it against his teeth.

 

“Suck on my heel while I explain what is going to happen from now on.”

 

He greedily took the heel into his mouth and began sucking on it, much as he might suck on a cock although he had never had that experience.

 

“That’s right, suck my heel.  Keep going until I tell you that you can stop.  You will notice that I have removed your compulsion to do housework.  However, that does not mean that you will not have to do it.  From now on all the normal female duties that I have done for most of our marriage will be your responsibility.  I will, of course, give you direction from time to time and will take the effort to make sure that you do things to my standards.  Infractions will be punished severely.  You may take the heel out of your mouth now so that you can say, yes Mistress.”

 

Carter removed the heel making sure that he sucked up any moisture that he had gotten onto it as he did so.  He used his tongue to dry his lips before he spoke the two words she had commanded him to say.  “Yes, Mistress.”

 

She switched feet allowing him to take her other heel into his mouth, which he did willingly.  “Now let’s talk about a few other rules.  Since you allowed a slut to use your card to order you two pairs of high-heels I have decided that you will wear them every night from the time you come home until you have finished your work for the night.  You notice I did not say evening because you will always have enough cleaning to keep you busy until at least midnight.  I know that will cut into your sleep a little.  Well more than a little because you will have to be up by 5 a.m. to make sure everything is done and my breakfast prepared before you leave for work.  Take the heel out of your mouth so you can say the magic words.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“I brought you heels out so that you could try them on.  They are right over there behind that chair.  Crawl over and bring them back in your teeth but be careful you don’t drool on them.”  She watched him enjoying the view of his bare ass as he crawled away from her.  She thought how nice it would look with a few stripes from her crop on it but she knew that would have to wait until she had him firmly under her control.  One of the things that Amara had found out from her little jaunt through his mind was that he was a wimp when it came to receiving pain.  Oh, course that made the idea of whipping his ass all the more appealing to her but she did not want to scare him off just yet.  Amara had him pegged right so far.  He really did like the idea of being ordered around by a strict woman.  Georgia began to wonder if she should have a little talk with Carter’s mother.

 

Carter had selected the black leather pair and he looked so cute with them dangling from his mouth, trying his best not to drool.  He sat down in the middle of the floor and worked his as hard as he could to figure out how to get the shoes on and the buckles fastened but he was having so much trouble that Georgia had to allow a little laugh to escape her mouth. “If you’re having that much trouble just getting them on your feet imagine how difficult it will be trying to walk in them.”

 

She spent the next five minutes watching him struggling with those buckles and then she finally decided that if she wanted to see him walk in them that she would have to give him a hand.  Come over and put one of your feet up on the chair between my legs.  He did that but with the other shoe off.  She had no problem getting that one buckled onto his foot but when he tried to raise the other foot so that she could put the next heel on he almost fell over.  He was fortunate that he did not break his ankle when his foot went sideways and gave out.

 

“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”  Georgia giggled.  “Just this once I am going to get down on my knees and help you.  Take a picture in your mind because it will never happen again.  Now grab onto the chair arm to steady yourself and lift up your foot.”  It took her a little effort to get his foot into the shoe and buckle it in place.  “Now take a spin around the living room but slowly so that you don’t hurt yourself.  That’s it put most of the weight on the balls of your feet.  Set the heels down gently.  You have a nice sway to your cute little ass.  Getting those shoes was not the worst idea anyone ever had.  But you do look ridiculous with all that body hair.  You won’t have time to shave it off properly until the weekend but I expect it gone by Saturday night.  We are going to play dress up then and I wouldn’t want you to get laughed at with hair sticking out of your nylons.  Now be a good boy and go get the vacuum out of the closet and get started on the carpets.  I so love to see a man in heels running a vacuum cleaner.”

 

Carter could not believe that he was allowing himself to be used for his wife’s amusement.  But somewhere deep down he was loving it and he was even starting to get an erection.  By the time he returned with the vacuum his cock was at three-quarter mast and Georgia couldn’t help but notice.

 

“I see that you are enjoying this scene.  We are going to have to do something about that nasty little thing between your legs.  Amara suggested that you might like me to put you in chastity.  Is there any truth to that?  Yes, you have my permission to speak.”

 

“I don’t know where she got that idea,” Carter lied.

 

“That will be five strokes,”  Georgia announced.  “Grab the back of the chair for support.  I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself when I start.  Hurting you is my job.”

 

Carter could not believe it as he felt the first stroke of her crop land across both of his ass cheeks.  “Jesus Christ that hurt,”  He yelled.

 

“We will just add five more for cursing and that first one does not count.  Now hold still so that I can discipline you properly.

 

He heard a swooshing sound and again his ass exploded with pain.  It seemed like every nerve in the area was on fire.  He tensed up to ready himself for the next blow but Georgia was too smart for that trick.  She waited until she heard him exhale and then struck again.  More white-hot pain shot through him.  The next blow came quickly even before he thought of tensing up.  This one was not as severe.  Maybe my nerves are starting to adjust he thought but then the whip struck him at the very top of his legs and he screamed in pain.  “I think you should have to count out the strokes.  I might forget where I am at.  That was four so the next one you should count out five and thank me.”

 

Again the whip landed on the top part of his legs.  After screaming like a little girl he did manage to remember to say five thank you.  And again, this time, a little lower.  “Six, thank you, Mistress.”  By the time the tenth stroke had landed he was in full tears.  His nose was full of mucus and he was snuffling trying to keep it from running down his chin to mingle with the tears he was shedding.

 

“Oh that is just priceless,” Georgia said.  “You know the other night the thing I regret the most?”  She did not wait for him to answer.  “It was that when you were bawling like a baby I did not get to see the tears.  They are so precious.”  She pulled out several Kleenex and handed them to him.  Blow your nose but don’t blot the tears.  I want to see them dry on your face.”

 

When he had recovered sufficiently, she again asked him the same question as before.  “Now slave tell me the truth.  Do you ever wish that I would put you in a chastity device?”

 

Carter hesitated but when he saw her start to flex her whip again he answered.  “I guess I have had that fantasy, but that is all it is.  I certainly don’t want my cock locked up so that you can blackmail me with my orgasms.”

 

“Then why are you so hard right now while we are talking about it.  You have lost your nasty erection when I was whipping you but now it is back in full bloom.  So tell me again about your fantasy.  I am sure you have researched the subject, so do you know where I can buy one of those things for you?  And do they come in different sizes like small, medium and large?  I know you wouldn’t need a large one and probably not even a medium one.  Do you think they make one small enough for your little dick?”

 

“Yes, mistress I do know where they are sold.  And they come in all different sizes.  If you are really serious about this I should go and be fitted.”

 

“That is a wonderful idea, I will meet you there after you get off work tomorrow.  Just put the address into my GPS before you leave for work.  Now finish you vacuuming.”

 

As she watched him pushing the machine with much difficulty she beamed with happiness.  Thank God that she had let Amara delve around in Carter’s mind.  And this was just the tip of the iceberg.  There were tons of other fantasies that she was going to enjoy turning into nightmares for her husband.

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 21

Thursday’s Decisions

 

Carter did not come home on Wednesday evening much to Georgia’s chagrin.  When the knock on the door came, Georgia rushed to open it thinking that perhaps Carter had skipped work and come home after all.  But what she did see on her stoop was a handsome State Trooper.  “Well, officer have you come to cite me for crossing the line again?”  She could not help smiling as she said it.

 

“Well, I did think about your blowing into a tube if I have, to be honest about it.  May I come in?”

 

“You might be in for a surprise if you do, but sure come on ahead.”  And she stepped back to allow him to enter.  As soon as he passed the threshold she could tell something had changed.  Instead of the confident State Trooper that had been on her doorstep, this man was now looking totally confused and out of his realm.  He stood and looked around as if he was missing something and then made his way to the sink and picked up the one glass that was there and looked at it like he did not know what to do with it.

 

“Oh Christ, Luther, why did you put this stupid spell on my house.  How am I ever going to get laid if every man I invite in thinks he has to be my maid?

 

She always expected a little poof of smoke when he appeared but she was always disappointed when it did not happen.

 

“I didn’t put any spell on your house, but perhaps you should be talking to your sister, Amara.”

 

Georgia stopped and stared at Luther.  “Are you saying that everything that has been happening to me has been the work of my sister?  But I thought she was under your control?”

 

Luther smiled and then shook his head in the negative.  “I only wish the little minx was under my control.  Oh sure she made a deal with me but that didn’t include me telling her what she could do 24 hours a day.  Amara does pretty much what Amara wants.”

 

“I am still confused but I guess I will have to take another trip to see her.  I certainly don’t want to try and figure this out over the phone.”

 

“That won’t be necessary little sister, here I am.  Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

 

“Shit do you two know how disconcerting it is to have you popping in and out without any warning?  And what about Tom over there?  What is he going to do when he leaves here and starts thinking about seeing people materialize in front of him?”

 

“Oh don’t worry about the handsome trooper.  He won’t remember a thing once he walks out that door unless of course you decide to fuck him before he goes and then he will remember that you have the best pussy in town.  You wanted to talk, let’s talk.  Luther be a good little imp and leave us alone now and no eavesdropping either.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”  Luther replied and left with a little poof.

 

“Okay,” began Georgia.  “Tell me exactly what you have done to my house so that all the males seem to want to do housework.  And then we will talk about the other weird things that have been happening to me.”

 

“Before we get into all that why not make use of Tom while he is here.”  Amara walked over and addressed herself to the handsome man who obviously did not know what to do with himself.  “Take off all your clothes and then you can do some work around here.  Start with Georgia’s bedroom, make the bed and pick up all the dirty clothes.  Then you can completely clean the bathroom including the tub and shower walls.  Maybe by the time you are finished with that we will be done.  If not, come back down and I will assign some other tasks for you to do.”

 

Tom immediately started unbuttoning his shirt.  Neither woman said a word to stop him.  In fact, they did not say a word to each other until he was completely naked and they could watch his bare ass walk out of the room.  “Listen if you don’t want to fuck him, I would like to,” announced Amara.  “He does have one fine ass.”

 

Georgia poured each of them a steaming mug of coffee and they took it into the living room and sat down to drink it as they talked.  “First tell me about the house.”  Georgia began.

 

“Well, I got tired of hearing you complain about how all Carter would do was sit around while you did all the work.  I could have just put a spell on him but then he would have the compulsion when he was away from home and I figured that would be a little strange, so I just put the spell on the house.  Any male that comes inside unless you specifically had invited them to fuck you would be compelled to clean your house.  And I further decreed that they would obey any female that was inside the house with them.  I guess I should have made that order a little more specific so that they would only have to obey you but I thought there might be an off chance I would be here with a male.  I never dreamed that Carter would bring some bimbo back here to fuck while you were gone.  So what would you like me to do about the spell?”

 

“Don’t get me wrong,” replied Georgia.  “I love the idea of Carter doing all the housework, but I would rather he did it because he wanted to serve me instead of because of some spell placed on the house.  And as far as his obedience to me, I would like him to obey me because he loves me so much he wants me to be happy.”

 

“I could put a spell on him to make him love you, but how would that be different than the one I have already placed?”

 

“I don’t know, the whole concept is too confusing for me.  Maybe I should just let Carter go.  In time, I am sure I could find someone else that wanted to be my slave.  Let’s talk about some of the other things that have been happening to me.”

 

“I think I can save us a little time here,” Amara replied.  “Remember at the club when you wished to be out of there.  I heard you and made that happen.  When you wished to be out of the police station, I made that happen.  I didn’t interfere when Tom took you back to his cruiser for a blowjob because you didn’t seem to mind doing that.  I had nothing to do with anything that happened between you and Waverly or Thompson.  You managed that all on your own although probably because you had the confidence from some of the other things I had done for you.  The bank was all me.  I have kept track of your thoughts and so when I sensed you were in danger I helped out a little.”

 

“So what you are saying, I really have no power of my own?”

 

“Pretty much but Luther’s offer still stands.  He can give you total power over anyone if you just agree to serve him.”

 

“Yeah, well being the bride of Satan does not really appeal to me.  Although I was surprised that he let you boss him around.”

 

“He is really a submissive little bitch, but only to me.  He really gets off on having me treat him like my slut in front of people.  I know he is really fond of you as well, maybe we could tag team him.”

 

“I think I will pass for now.  I have to figure out what to do with Carter.”

 

“Why don’t you let me root around in his mind for a day or so.  Maybe I can find out exactly what fantasies he has that are strong enough to use to control him.  That way he would be serving you because he wants to not because he has to.”

 

“I am not sure exactly what you are getting at?”

 

“Well, for instance you know he has a huge boot fetish, right?”

 

“Yes, I know he likes to see me in boots but I wouldn’t call that a fetish.”

 

“You really have not been paying attention.  If you asked him to Carter would get down on his knees and lick the dirt from the soles of your boots.”

 

“I think you might be exaggerating slightly about that.  I would not be too surprised that I could get him to kiss them a little, but lick the soles, I don’t think so.  But I have no objection to you trying to find a few more of his fantasies.”

 

“Okay, if we are done playing 20 questions, perhaps with your approval I could go use your bed with the handsome trooper.  Maybe his cock will stuff my pussy as well as it stuffed your throat.”

 

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Carter’s Rebellion

 

As the day wore on Carter became more and more independent.  He thought back to the night before and wondered how he could have let himself be abused that way.   “To hell with this shit.  If she thinks I am just going to lie down and take it she has another think coming.  I think I will stop at a titty bar on the way home.  Hell, maybe I won’t go home at all.”  He thought.  So by the time he had finished his workday he had made up his mind to stop off somewhere, have a few drinks and allow his wife to stew awhile.  Although he had not been there for a while he did know of a nice topless bar that had reduced price drinks from 5 to 7.

 

He could tell from the amount of cars in the parking lot that the place was doing a good volume of business.  He opened the door and had to wait a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the low lighting in the bar.  Proceeding across the room towards the bar he noticed that several dancers were already on the various stages gyrating around the smooth poles that hung down from the ceiling.  One woman, in particular, caught his eye more because of the boots she wore than that she was particularly good looking.  In fact, it must have taken him a full minute or more to raise his eyes past the soles of those long black leather boots.  His mouth began to salivate just thinking of having her command him to get down on his knees and begin worshipping her boots.  Finally tearing his eyes away from her, he sat down on one of the stools and ordered a stiff drink.

 

From time to time, one of the women would come over and offer to give him a lap dance for $20.  He looked each of them over and rejected them one after another.  For some reason just thinking about having a pussy close to his body reminded him of Georgia and what she had made him do for her before he left for work that morning.  He looked around to see if he could spot the woman with the tall boots again but she was nowhere to be found.  He did see a variety of women wearing high-heels but after seeing those boots, he was ruined for anything else.

 

While Carter was busy trying to drink to forget, Georgia was doing some thinking of her own.  She realized that she could simply force Carter to do her bidding but that idea was not to her liking.  If she had to force him to love her then it wasn’t really love.  And if all she wanted was a personal slave she could find one in any bar in the city.  She did need to have a conversation with Carter though and she could not do that if he was not with her.  So she allowed her mind to reach out to him.  It did not take long before she could see him sitting on a tall stool with a glass of liquor in his hands.  She allowed her view to widen and she could now see scantily dressed women swirling around the room he was in.  It did not take her long to zero in on his location.  “Well if you want to talk with hot women I might as well be one of them,” she decided.

 

He felt her materialize beside him before he saw her.  “Hello, handsome, do you want some company?”

 

Carter turned and saw the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.  Unfortunately, she was his wife.  Then he looked down to her feet and fell deeply in love all over again.  She was wearing the sexiest pair of leather boots he had ever seen.  Even so he was determined not to give in to her.  He was still pissed off about what she had done to him this morning.  “Do I have a choice, ma-am?”  He asked snidely.

 

“Well, we do need to talk.  But if you would rather I see a couple of good-looking guys across the room.  I can go over there and see if they want my company.”

 

“What difference does it make, you will end up fucking someone other than me before the night is over anyways.”  And then he immediately regretted it as she began to rise up off her stool.  “No wait, I didn’t mean it.  Of course, I want your company.  I am just a little hurt is all.”

 

“Kind of like I was hurt when I found out you had brought some bimbo home to my bedroom to fuck her?”

 

“But don’t you see, I didn’t fuck her, but you did fuck some guy in our bed last night.

 

“But did you think her wearing my lingerie might be an even bigger betrayal?  And then you let her walk out with it along with my best pair of boots.”

 

“Obviously not your best pair.  The one’s you are wearing now are smoking hot.”

 

“Yes and again because of your bimbo slut.  She decided to buy them for herself with your credit card.  And you have a couple pairs of heels waiting for you at home as well.”

 

“Why would I need high-heels?”

 

“You tell me.  I wondered that myself when UPS delivered them this morning.  I thought you had decided to become my sissy slut.”

 

Just then the bar went totally quiet.  Both Georgia and Carter began looking around to see what had caused the silence only to see several men pointing in their direction.  “Oh, this can’t be anything good.” Announced Georgia.  What do you say we get out of here before something very bad takes place?”

 

“It kind of looks like we are a little late,” Carter said as the crowd started to hem them in.

 

“Well, look what we have here; the woman that stopped the bank robbery just by yelling ‘get down on the ground'” one of the men declared.  “Of course looking at her, if she would pull up that skirt I might get down and eat her pussy.”

 

“I think maybe we should pull up her skirt and put her on a table and take turns fucking her.”  Another declared.

 

And the whole crowd began closing in on Georgia and moving Carter out of the way.  For just a few seconds Georgia actually was fearful.  After all, a whole roomful of men seemed to think that she should be the object of a gang fuck.  But the she remembered how easy it was to control the male population.  She allowed their hands to reach under her clothing and then projected the thought out from her mind that her body was on fire.  She heard screaming surrounding her and saw the crowd begin to fall back shaking their hands as if they had been placed on a hot stove.  “What the fuck did that slut do to us?” One exclaimed. My hand feels like it has been burned all the way through.

 

“Didn’t your mothers ever tell you not to play with fire?”  Georgia asked.  “And the next one of you that calls me a slut will have his balls removed.  Now which one of you perverts suggested that I be raped?”

 

No one raised their hands but several people pointed at a small man who was desperately trying to leave the room.  Georgia simply reached out with her mind and stopped him in his tracks and then the man began walking backward towards her.  “Are you going somewhere, little man?” She asked sarcastically.  “Turn around and drop your pants.  Let’s see if you have enough in there to make it worthwhile for any woman to want you inside her.”

 

Everyone waited in anticipation to see what he would do.  The entire bar had gone deathly silent.  And then he reached for his belt.  Slowly almost like a stripper, he opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper and pushed the pants off his hips and to the floor.  He was not wearing any underwear and his small cock stood straight up for everyone to see.

 

“Now where is your cell phone?”  Georgia demanded.

 

He pointed to the floor where his pants lay.  Georgia turned to the closest man to her and asked him to please get the phone for her.  She was happy to see that it was a new model with a very good camera in it.  “Now what is you wife’s name?”  She asked.  “Now put you hand on your cock and smile.”  As he obeyed she snapped several pictures and sent them to his wife’s number.  “Now is there anyone else that would like to model a picture or two for your wives?  If not then I suggest you get back over to the stage and give each of the dancers some big tips.  And remember this night the next time you even think about violating a woman that is not in agreement with it.”

 

When the crowd was gone she looked for Carter only to find him sitting on a stool at the bar, staring at her as if she was the loch ness monster.

 

Georgia made quite a show of straightening her clothes before she headed over to him.  She could see him staring at her or more aptly staring at her boots.  She took the seat beside him and crossed her legs in his direction allowing the toe of her boot to brush the side of his leg as she did so.  “I am sorry we got interrupted like that.  Now, what were we talking about?”

 

“I am not sure I remember, but what in hell are you?”  He asked with just a hint of fear in his voice.

 

“Why I am your wife, at least, I am for the present.  But I am afraid you may be thinking about leaving me.  That is why I came to have this talk with you.  I need to know if you want to continue as my husband or not.”

 

“Look I knew that you good use your mind to control me after what happened last night, but I didn’t know that you could control other people as well.  And what is this they said about you stopping a bank robbery?”

 

“Why don’t we go home and talk about this in private?”

 

“I am not sure that I can go back in that house without you manipulating me.  The next thing I know you will have me crawling around on the floor and barking like a dog.”

 

Georgia allowed the toe of her boot to massage his leg.  “Are you so sure that you don’t want to crawl on the floor for me?  You might find something interesting down there.”  And she pressed a little harder with her boot.

 

“I might well want to crawl for you, but I don’t want to be brainwashed into doing it.  If we go back to the house I won’t have a choice in the matter.”

 

“If I wanted to I could order you to come with me.  You do realize that, don’t you?  And yet I have not done so.  I will be perfectly honest with you, I want you for my slave, but only if you love me so much that you agree to it willingly.  I am going home now.  If you decide to join me, we will discuss this then.  If not, I will pack your things so that you can collect them without entering the house you are so afraid of.”

 

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