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.