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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.
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.
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.
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.”
“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.
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.”
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.”
Susan receives a visit
“Luther, do you still have that detective’s shield?’
“I guess I could conjure one up. What do you have in mind?”
“How about conjuring one up for me as well. Let’s go pay a visit to Susan Collins and play bad cop, bad cop.”
“Then we need to hurry, she leaves for work in about 20 minutes.”
“Then I guess you need to blink us there,” and immediately Georgia and Luther were standing outside of Susan’s apartment door. Georgia looked down and found that she was wearing a tailored gray suit with a detective shield clipped to her belt. She smiled as she felt the weight of the pistol in her shoulder holster and was happy that Luther apparently thought of every small detail.
Georgia stepped up and began pounding on the apartment door. “Susan Collins, open up. This is the police.”
The door opened a crack and Georgia held her shield up so that Susan could get a good look at it. “Are you Susan Collins?” She asked with an authoritative tone.
“Yes, what is this about?”
“We need to ask you some questions about credit card fraud. Step back away from the door so that we can come in.”
Susan wanted to object. She needed to tell them that she had rights and that if they did not have a warrant she was not obligated to let them enter her premises but for some reason the words refused to form on her tongue. Instead, she meekly stepped back and allowed the two detectives to enter her apartment. Georgia roughly pushed the shapely woman backward until she was all the way into her living area and then forced her to sit down in one of the plush chairs. And there in plain sight in the middle of the floor was an opened box from Decadent Shoes and lying next to it was the most beautiful pair of boots that Georgia had ever seen.
“Have you put your smelly feet in those boots yet, slut?” Georgia demanded.
“No they just arrived but I plan on wearing them to work today.”
“You won’t be wearing them to work or anywhere else although you may be going to jail barefoot.”
The dark haired beauty looked totally shocked. She had never imagined that she would ever be found out no less arrested for her little trick with Carter’s card. It seemed impossible to her that Carter would have had time to report the charge as fraud no less that it could have been investigated and two detectives sent to her home for such a minor offense. “Listen, detectives, what can I do to make this go away? I would be willing to do anything you ask, but please don’t arrest me.”
“Well, for starters you can fork over $900. No, make that a thousand. The extra hundred is for pissing me off.”
“What I don’t have that kind of money.”
“You better find a way to get it and real quick. Otherwise, you will be in a cell with a couple of 300-pound dikes that are looking for their next sex slave.” Luther told her. “Now get your bank book and let’s take a look at what you do have.”
“I don’t keep track of my money with a bank book. Everything is automated nowadays.”
“Then log on to your bank account with your computer,” Georgia demanded.
In a few clicks of the mouse and a little typing all three of them was able to see her bank balance. “Well, look at that she has $300 in her checking account and $200 more in savings. If I give her a $100 dollar credit and take the boots she still owes me $400. Luther, you must have a whorehouse where she can work off the debt. What do you think, $20 for a blowjob, $30 for a straight fuck and $30 if she takes it up the ass? If she applies herself she might be able to come out ahead in a couple of nights.”
“Well, you heard the lady, grab your purse and let’s close out your bank accounts, then I will take you downtown and introduce you to my club manager. You won’t have to worry about changing clothes; you won’t be wearing any for the next couple of days.”
“Before you go, however, I want my boots and lingerie back. Not that I will ever wear them again but perhaps Carter would like the corset and nylons. I’ll give the boots to Goodwill.”
An hour later Georgia was back in her home with $500 dollars tucked in her bra and smiling knowing that Susan was now in a dog cage in a whorehouse waiting for the place to open at 5 p.m.
Georgia was just starting to awake and stretch when Carter came into the main bedroom to use the master bath for his morning ablutions. She had thrown the coverlet off of her still nude body and he felt a moment of arousal as he viewed her naked breasts. She looked at him with a smile on her face. “Do you like what you see, slave?” She asked.
Carter did his best to ignore the question not wanting to recall anything that had taken place the night before but he was totally helpless not to respond when Georgia spoke to him or asked him a question. “You know I adore you, Mistress. And yes you are the hottest woman on the planet, perhaps in the universe.”
“Then come here and give me a kiss,” She demanded.
Carter walked to the bed and bent down in an effort to bring his lips together with those of his wife. “I see you don’t understand instructions. You no longer get to kiss my lips. Only real men have that privilege. I meant for you to kiss my well-fucked cunt. Now get your face between my thighs and clean me out with your tongue. You do want to be my cunt licker don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” He said as he moved towards her crotch. As he approached her cunt with his mouth he breathed in an odor that was unfamiliar to him. He was sure he knew what it was and his stomach began to roll just thinking about what he was about to do.
“Get control of yourself, slave. You will regret it if you upchuck on me. You have eaten that pussy many times in the past. It just has a little more flavor now. You need to get used to the taste because you are going to be eating a lot after some man has filled me with his cum. At least, most of last nights has drained out. All you need to do is lick up the dried crusts. Now get busy.”
“I don’t know why you are doing this to me,” He complained.
“You don’t need to understand, you just need to obey. This evening when you get home from work we will have a little chat and I will outline the rules for you. Right now the rule you need to follow is I want you to clean my well-used cunt with your tongue. Is that clear?”
“Yes, mistress.” And he began to lap vigorously at the dried cum on her pussy lips before thrusting his tongue as far inside her as it would go. The taste was unbelievably bad and it was all he could do to keep from allowing his stomach to revolt. Fortunately, Georgia was not in the mood to keep him at the task to the point of orgasm. She was still completely satisfied from the night before. Her only motive was to cause Carter some discomfort and to make him think about what he was doing for the rest of the day. When he came home in the evening she would cause him much more agony.
When she released him she allowed him to go into the bathroom but she gave him a firm command not to brush his teeth or wash his face. She told him she wanted him to have a constant reminder of his new position in the household and so if he was concerned about anything that might be left on his lips he should lick it off with his tongue.
Georgia waited until her new slave had finished in the bathroom and was ready to leave for work before climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom for a long hot shower. It seemed to her that every muscle in her body had been stretched far beyond the normal elasticity. And the inside of her cunt was sorer than she ever remembered it in the past.
Carter was in a total funk as he left the house and got into his car for the drive to the office. But the further he drove the less depressed he felt. It was as if he was leaving all his troubles behind him. By the time he reached his place of employment he was actually in a fairly good mood.
Georgia, on the other hand, was having trouble reconciling what she had done to her husband with the way she had always felt. As she sipped her first cup of coffee she thought about what she had done the night before. The worst thing was she did not feel ashamed of having fucked another man in front of Carter. In fact, she felt good about it and that was what was troubling her. It was almost as if she was becoming a sadist. And then she thought back to hearing him sobbing and the one thing that came to mind was that she regretted not being able to see the tears streaming down his face. “What have to turned me into, Luther?” She thought to herself. And of course, there he was sitting across the table from her.
“Why Georgia, my girl. Whatever do you mean? I haven’t done anything to you. You were a little harsh on poor Carter, but I am sure you had your reasons. Could it be that you are still a little pissed off about the bimbo he brought home on Saturday? By the way, I think there is a package on your front stoop. UPS didn’t even bother to ring the bell. Perhaps you should chastise the driver, the next time you see him.”
“Come on Luther, I never did any of this stuff until I met you.”
“Perhaps not but deep down you wanted to. It is just a coincidence that you let the venom out near the same time I got involved with Amara. You know she really wants all of us to get together again soon. She said being tied down and fucked while her sister watched was the hottest thing she has ever done. Why don’t you go bring in your package? I bet you will be in a much better mood when you see what is inside of it.”
With a shake of her head, Georgia made her way to the front door. Just as Luther said there was a large package on the stoop. She checked the shipping label and saw that it was from an expensive shoe retailer that she had seen on the Internet a time or two. She was positive that she would never have ordered anything from them since their prices were out of this world. But then she remembered something that Carter had said to her when she returned from Amara’s house. And as she carried the box inside her dander began to rise once more.
Luther was all smiles as she brought the box inside. He could see the look of anger on her face and reveled in the depth of her emotions. “Let’s see what is inside the box. I bet it is really something special.”
Grabbing a pair of scissors off the end table, Georgia set about destroying the packing tape on the box. She was careful that she did not allow her temper to get away from her so badly that she damaged the contents of the box as she already had a good idea how expensive they were. She peeled back the top and then removed some packaging material and finally pulled out two very nice shoeboxes. She could not believe her eyes as she pulled the top off of the first box. Inside was a pair of the most delectable red satin shoes with a gold-embossed metal six-inch heel. She could immediately see that they were much too big for her feet but she suspected they would fit Carter just fine. How he would walk in them would be a completely different matter.
The second pair was made of black soft leather. They too had, at least, a six-inch heel. The toes were enclosed and came to a sharp point making them look even larger than they were. “He said he ordered some heels but I did not realize that they were in his size or that they would be this expensive as she pulled out the statement that was inside the box. And then she noticed that there were not two orders but in fact, there were three. A pair of boots costing $550 was nowhere to be found.
“You might want to call your credit card company and find out where that pair of boots were shipped,” Luther stated matter of factly.
“And then beat the living shit out of the bitch that has them.” She declared. “But I am not going to get what I need from the credit card company. But Decadent Shoes, on the other hand, should be a little more helpful.”
“But aren’t you going to put in a claim for fraud?” Asked Luther.
“Don’t you think that would be a little difficult since half the order was shipped to my home?”
“I think you can convince anyone to do anything you want.”
“Really then why don’t you come over here and kiss my ass.”
“I meant anyone with the exception of me. But even so if you bare it I will be happy to kiss it. You have a truly desirable ass.”
Georgia gave him a little smile as she picked up her phone and started to dial the number on the bottom of the invoice. Within just a few minutes she had the name and address of the person the boots were shipped to.
As he walked up the stairs to call Georgia for dinner he could hear something happening in the bedroom that he did not understand. If he was not positive that they were the only ones in the house he could have sworn that someone was making love on his own bed. He tiptoed quietly to the bedroom door and looked inside and almost fell over from shock for there was his beautiful wife securely tied hand and foot to the bed and a huge muscle bound man was ministering to her. He heard her begging him to fuck her and his heart fell. How could she betray him like this in their own home and where did this man come from? He was almost ready to rush in and put a stop to this lunacy when he heard Georgia’s voice in his head. “Don’t you dare interfere.” The voice told him.
He knew that he should do something to stop what was going on. It still seemed to him that his wife was being raped and he tried to move deeper into the room to confront this stranger. But his feet would not move, they seemed to be locked in concrete. All he could do was stand there as this large stranger made his wife moan and beg. His mind seemed to take him to times when he had looked at cuckold blogs on the Internet and he wondered why he was not becoming aroused at the sight in front of him. But instead of arousal, he felt anger and despair. So far the man had not penetrated his wife but he could hear her begging him to do so and that made his mental anguish all the worse. Then the man bent down and put his lips against Georgia’s mouth. Although he could not see what their tongues were doing he could hear his wife’s thoughts about how much she enjoyed the taste and texture of the tongue she was sucking on. He had never before watched his wife kiss another man and it seemed to him to be a worse betrayal than if she was being fucked. Even whores did not allow their johns to kiss them and yet Georgia was not only allowing it but also reveling in the experience.
Much to his wife’s disappointment, the man removed his lips from hers and began to nip and kiss around her neck. Carter could see this was driving Georgia mad with desire as she began thrusting her hips upward off of the bed. He was still thinking of some way to get his feet unstuck when he heard the man order him to come over and lick his wife’s cunt. Only then did his feet begin to move towards the bed but his hands were stuck to his side and he was unable to touch anything with them. He tried the best he could to resist bending down but it was like he was being drawn to his wife cunt and soon his tongue was eagerly lapping at her wet slit. Although he had eaten her pussy many times in the past he had never before tasted this amount of juice flowing from her. It only took a few licks on her clit until she was caught up in a huge orgasm. It seemed that his entire world was filled with the smell and taste of sex and despite his revulsion of what he was doing he felt himself becoming aroused. His cock was so hard straining against his pants that it actually was painful and he wanted to reach down to relieve the pressure but his hands would not follow his mind.
And then the man shifted and moved between his wife’s legs and Carter knew that he was preparing to enter her. Once again he wanted to do something to stop this madness but he was unable to do anything except to move his head out of the way to make room for another man to get between her legs. And then the stranger spoke to him again, ordering him to guide his cock into Georgia’s cunt. The idea was totally unacceptable to him but he complied regardless. He had never touched another man’s cock in his life but he quickly found his fingers wrapped around the biggest phallus he had ever seen. He could not stop his hands from directing the huge tubular meat straight into his wife’s entrance. He was forced to hold on as inch by inch the shaft slipped into her wet and slippery hole. He felt his fingers squeezing the meat but all that accomplished was to make the cock harder and longer.
He could hear his wife moaning with pleasure and the fact that her joy was coming from another man caused tears to well up in his eyes. And soon he was sobbing like a little baby and huge wet streaks were sliding down his face. And for some reason he knew his tears were giving his wife even more pleasure. He tried to step back but again his feet were rooted to the floor. And then he heard his wife’s thoughts in his head again and she was telling him to kiss this man’s ass and to thank him for giving her so much pleasure. And he had to obey although the thought almost made him throw up.
His agony seemed to go on for hours as he was forced to watch his wife being pummeled by a cock much bigger than anything she had ever taken inside her before. He could hear her laughing at him and telling him that she would be ruined for anything he might have to offer her and that he could not expect to ever get into her cunt again. And he could tell that thought was giving her great gratification. Eventually, his knees gave out and he slipped to the floor at the foot of the bed and curled up into a ball and allowed his tears to flow. And even then he could feel his wife smiling at him as the man pumped huge spurts of cum deep inside her.
After what seemed to be a long time he finally heard the bedroom door close. He managed to look up and he no longer saw a man’s legs hanging over the end of the bed. He tried to stand and found that someone else was no longer controlling his body so he got to his feet. His wife was sleeping peacefully and her hands and feet were no longer tied to the bed. She looked so peaceful and he did not have the heart to disturb her sleep but he did manage to pull the opposite corner of the comforter and slide it over her nude body so that she would be warm.
With mixed emotions, he made his way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. As he looked at the now cold dinner he had prepared for Georgia and himself he felt nauseated. He was no longer interested in food and from the way Georgia was sleeping when he left her he doubted she would be hungry as well. He was too frugal to throw the food away so he packaged it up and put it in the refrigerator to be warmed up for a future dinner or a lunch perhaps.
He suddenly felt totally exhausted and although there was a lot of housework to do he made his way to the guestroom and flopped down on the bed. He did not even bother to remove his clothes before he was sound asleep.