The Cruel Wife Returns
A New Start
I had no money, no job and nowhere to live. So I scrounged what I could get off of the streets. I was arrested twice for vagrancy but when the judge heard my tale, he let me off both times. And then one day a kind old woman saw me begging, wearing my tattered and dirty French Maid’s uniform and offered me a place to stay in exchange for me doing some of her housework for her. She even loaned me some of her dead husband’s clothes to wear. It was a joy to get out of those dirty clothes and into fresh and clean ones, but I have to tell you it felt strange to be in denim and flannel instead of satin and lace.
Mrs. Morris was a very kind soul. She did expect me to cook and clean in exchange for my meals and lodging but she was not demanding and in no way was she cruel. We spent many evenings after dinner sitting out on her back patio, sipping a glass of wine. She urged me to tell her my story and became so fascinated by it that she suggested that I begin writing it down, first as a diary and then as a book. Of course I changed the names, which probably did no good as everyone I had ever met had already seen my cuckold videos or had seen me in action as I waited on them while they were in bed with Ruth.
It took me a long time to finish the story and an even longer time finding someone willing to publish it. It started out small but soon it caught on and before I knew it I was making enough in royalties so that I could actually afford my own place to live. And that was just in time as one day when I went to serve Mrs. Morris her breakfast I found her still in her bed. She had passed peacefully in the night. So once again I was on my own.
I found a nice cozy little apartment not far from the downtown district. It was nice to be able to walk most places I needed to go, as my driver’s license had run out long ago and I did not have a vehicle to use to take the test to get it reinstated. And as my book continued to sell I found that if I needed to go some place beyond walking distance, I could afford to take a cab.
My biggest problem was loneliness. I had no friends and my family was not on speaking terms with me, so most nights it was just 100 channels of cable television and me.
So I started taking walks down to the local pub. I made friends easily enough until one of them would come across my videos that were still circulating on the Internet and then although I was in the middle of a crowded bar I was once again alone.
Fortunately, my publisher arranged a book tour and I was kept busy for the vast majority of my days autographing copies of my book in various bookstores and libraries. It was hard for me to believe that people actually wanted my signature on their book but those same people would shun me in a social setting.
During the course of these events, I did start to meet a few women who were willing to go out with me to dinner or for cocktails. It didn’t take long for me to discover that they were not really interested in my conversation but in what my money could buy for them. I had one bad experience after another and so I finally gave up.
The Cruel Wife Returns
I Try to Rebel
The next day when I got up I noticed that the two new lovers were still in Ruth’s room. I went down and made a pot of coffee. All of my clothes were in the master bedroom and so I had retrieved my dirty clothes from the day before and had put them on. I had made up my mind to leave as soon as I could get into the room to collect a few things. Let the whole world know that I was a bootlicker for all I cared. This little cuckold experiment was the last straw.
I sat down and started to drink my coffee when my wife and Howard came into the kitchen. Pour us a cup slave.” Ruth said with a huge grin on her face.
“Pour your own slut.” I spit back at her. I didn’t even look up to acknowledge her presence. I didn’t see it coming. Howard had always been a talker and not a fighter but I was lying on my ass with spilled coffee surrounding me before I hardly had the words out of my mouth.
“You will not speak that way to Ruth or I will cut the damned tongue out of your mouth. Crawl to her and apologize.”
“Fuck you, Howard. I am not taking any more shit from either of you.” I started to get to my feet when Ruth’s booted foot caught me squarely in the solar plexus. I rolled over to protect my stomach from her and Howard kicked me in the ass. They kept taking turns as if my body was a soccer ball being passed around the field of play.
When I was finally nearly unconscious and was curled up in the fetal position they finally decided to give themselves a rest. “Wow, that was quite a workout,” Ruth exclaimed.
As they sat down, I decided I would try to get up and get out. I had attained my knees but was having trouble rising to my feet when Ruth spoke up again.
“Don’t even think about getting any further than your knees, slave. You made quite a mess of my floor. Lick it clean.” And by that time Howard was up and standing close enough to start the kicking process over again.
“You heard her pussy boy. I want every last drop of coffee licked up off that floor and then you will crawl to Ruth and beg her forgiveness.”
I figured that this was not the time to make a stand. I was no match for the two of them and truthfully I might not have been a match for just Howard. So with disgust, I lowered my head and began sucking up as much coffee as I could before actually beginning to lick the rest from the tile. Besides, I had done far more disgusting things recently.
When I was sure that I had cleaned the floor to my wife’s specifications, I did crawl to her and began groveling at her feet asking for her forgiveness.
“While you are down there show Howard what a good boot licker you have become.” And she stuck the boot against my mouth and ground the sole against my lips. Normally I would have loved doing that for her but with Howard sitting there and smirking at me it was not nearly as pleasant. But I did my best to make Ruth happy.
When they finished their coffee and had their fill of humiliating me, they dragged me into the living room and sat me down on my knees in front of our big-screen. Ruth put in a disc and hit play. The first part was what I expected, me on my knees begging her to let me lick her boots. Even I could not believe how much dirt and grime I had ingested and I really did not desire anyone else close to me to see those tapes. But that was not nearly as bad as what came later. The shots of me guiding Howard’s cock into Ruth and then cleaning an obvious creampie out of her cunt afterward was more than I could bare to have get into the wrong hands. And the sad part was that the look on my face was not one of duress, but rather one of intense pleasure. There would be no spinning of the fact that I was not being forced.
“You do realize that you have an especially hard whipping coming your way, do you not, slave?”
“Yes, mistress,” I said with fear in my voice.
“We will save that for later. Today you are going be spending quality time in several of my favorite salons. By the end of the day, you will be free of all that nasty body hair, you will be fitted for a nice feminine wig, your nails lengthened and polished and you will have a complete new feminine wardrobe, including several French Maid’s uniforms. Your appointments have been perfectly timed out, so make sure that you are on time for each of them. If you are more than five minutes late getting back here and wearing the correct apparel, I will begin sending out video files, starting with your sister, then your mother, then your father, each of your friends. Well, I think you get the idea. If you are too late then every person you know, are related to or work with will see you as the cuckold you are.
My first stop was a salon specializing in body waxing. This is by far the most painful experience that I have ever endured. Even Ruth’s hardest whipping did not compare to having yards of hair ripped out by the roots.
With each progressive appointment, I became less manly and more feminine in appearance. Of course no amount of makeup, lipstick, eyeshadow or bra form could really make me look like a woman. But by the time they were through with me, I did look somewhat like a homely man in drag. It took a little longer to properly fit me with my new corset and lace it until the last bit of air was pushed out of my lungs, so I was 7 minutes late getting back to the house, dressed in full maid’s regalia. I hoped that Ruth was only trying to scare me but I knew she wasn’t when my phone rang and I saw my sisters number come up on the caller ID. I answered it and the first words out of my sister’s mouth were: “Jesus Christ, Herb, when did you become such a pansy? I hope to hell, no one else sees these pictures. It would kill your mother to see you like that. For Christ’s sake get some professional help.” And she hung up before I could tell her professional help was what got me into this mess.
I walked into the house crestfallen. “Herb, it is too bad you weren’t three minutes later. I was just preparing to send the next set out to dear old mom. But, I guess I will just have to wait until you fail in another task.”
I am sure that most of you know the rest of the story. Ruth kept heaping more and more work onto me until I was only allowed three hours of sleep a night. She tired of fucking Howard and moved on to Bill, my best friend. Of course Bill told every single person I knew or was acquainted with about my status as a cuckold.
It took Ruth nearly another year to completely break me to the point that I agreed to sign everything I owned over into her name. And then she finally allowed me to move out. She even let me keep my feminine garments before she kicked me to the curb
The Cruel Wife Returns
Things progressed fairly well for a while. Ruth took great pains in instructing me in the proper way of doing things. And truthfully once I realized how important my obedience was to her, I began to enjoy my new role as househusband. She insisted that I spend a lot of time in foreplay before I was allowed to have sex with her and for a while that seemed to satisfy those urges as well. And then she stopped allowing me to penetrate her with my penis. She did insist with me giving her oral ministrations. This started out with her having one orgasm and then two orgasms and finally three. I was spending so much time on my knees that I swear my kneecaps were growing calluses.
For my part, she went from giving me a hand job when I was through to allowing me to give myself a hand job when I had done my duty and then to orgasm denial altogether. Of course that didn’t stop me. I just had to suffer until she was out of sight and then I took care of my own problem. What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt me.
I was sure that Ruth had no knowledge of my extracurricular activities until one night she announced that she was tired of me playing with my little worm and that she had found the perfect solution to the problem on the Internet. And she handed me my very own chastity device and informed me that I would no longer be allowed to masturbate unless under her supervision. If I ever wanted to be unlocked again I had better become exceptionally obedient to her needs and my duties.
So we had progressed from a normal loving marriage, or at least, what I considered being normal, to one where Ruth called all the shots and where my cock was locked in a cage. Even then I was not terribly unhappy. But then she progressed from monthly discipline sessions to weekly discipline sessions and her instrument of punishment changed from my belt to a riding crop.
By that time, I was doing almost all of the cooking, cleaning and yard work while she lounged in what used to be my easy chair with her laptop on her knees. If the television was on it was tuned to a channel of her choosing and, of course, I had work to perform anyway so that didn’t matter.
Only when she produced a heavy taws that she had purchased on the Internet and announced that she was going to start daily whipping sessions did I finally rebel. I had enough and I wanted a divorce.
Ruth did not even try to talk me out of it, which I found to be strange. It seemed to me she was getting about everything that a woman could want and she should have tried to hold on to it.
We had a family lawyer and so I approached her and asked her to file the proper paperwork. She agreed but informed me that the courts would not process it unless we could show that we had tried to work things out. She then recommended that we go through counseling and recommended we see a Dr. Loretta Marks.
In our first joint session, Dr. Marks put me totally at ease. She seemed so dedicated and caring that I was soon spilling my guts out to her about how badly I was being treated. And then she separated us so that we could feel more comfortable with telling her what was going on. And for about a month of sessions, she just listened to me and allowed me to get it all out in the open.
You would have thought that Ruth would have eased up with the whip during that time but if anything she became more brutal. So one day I walked into Dr. Mark’s office and showed her the scars from the previous night’s beating. I was sure she would now see how cruel my wife was and announce that she was satisfied that I should be granted a divorce. But once again, I was wrong.
I realize now that I was being manipulated but not at that time. I did, however, find it strange that Dr. Marks was wearing tall high-heeled leather boots. That threw me for a loop because I have always had a fetish for women in boots.
“You must have done something to deserve Ruth’s wrath. What was it?”
I couldn’t believe it. How could she think that anyone could possibly deserve to be beaten this severely? So I tried to explain that it was a minor infraction of Ruth’s cleaning code. All I had done was once the bathroom was clean, I discovered I needed to urinate and some of my flow had missed the bowl and splattered on the floor. Before I noticed it, Ruth had come in, seen it and went ballistic. “It was not my fault, Doctor.” I insisted.
“Then who’s fault was it Herb? Did Ruth come in and grab your penis and deliberately aim it to miss the bowl?”
“No of course not, but it is such a minor thing?”
“Do you really believe that it was minor? Has Ruth lovingly taken the time to show you what she expects from you as far as cleaning goes?”
“Well, yes,” I admitted. “But do you know how hard it is for a man to always hit his target when he is urinating? Of course you don’t because you are not a man. All your parts fit inside the bowl when you urinate.”
Dr. Marks looked at me and then smiled. “Herb I think perhaps you just discovered the answer to your dilemma.”
I was taken back a little and then agreed. “You mean that I should not try to urinate standing up?”
“Exactly, now are you ready to admit that Ruth was justified in correcting a behavior that she had trained you to avoid.”
“Yes, Doctor,” I said with my head down. Of course it wasn’t just that I was hanging my head in shame, I was sneaking a good long look at those boots.
“Then I don’t want to hear any more talk about divorce. It is clear to me that your wife loves you very much and is only doing what is in your best interest. I think you should get down on your knees, kiss her feet and thank her for being so kind as to correct your behavior. How do you feel about that Herb?”
Well truthfully I was thinking of getting on my knees anyway but not in front of Ruth, so I agreed to do as she asked.
She called Ruth in and told her we had made a breakthrough and told me to do what I had agreed. I started to just tell Ruth that I was grateful but Dr. Marks insisted that I do it right and shortly I was on my knees kissing the toes of my wife’s shoes as I begged her to forgive me and promised I would become a better servant to her.
Dr. Marks told me to go wait for my wife in the outer office. Ruth was in there for what I thought was an exceptionally long session, but when she came out she was all smiles, as was Dr. Marks. I should have suspected that they were up to something but at that time, all I could think about was those damned boots.
On the way home Ruth insisted on stopping at a discount shoe store and told me to wait in the car for her. She was gone a long time but when she came out she was wearing a pair of boots that was eerily similar to the ones Dr. Marks had been wearing. I knew then I was being set up but as Ruth drove towards our home I was excited by the possibility of just what I might be set up to do.
Ruth did not say anything about why she had bought those boots. She just outlined my days work and went in sat in what was now her easy chair and propped her booted feet up on the ottoman. That evening she made her rounds with her notebook, checking on my tasks and making notes as she usually did. And while she did find some faults she was mostly pleased and announced that I should come into the living room for a special treat. When she was again seated and her feet propped up she told me to get down on my knees. “Herb I really liked how you got down on your knees and begged my forgiveness in the Doctor’s office today. I especially liked the part when you kissed the toes of my shoes. Did you enjoy that as well?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I admitted.
“I think it is time you called me mistress, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress,” I said reverently.
“You did your work well, for the most part, today. Would you like to kiss my new boots as a reward?”
I was almost drooling at that point. I not only wanted to kiss her boots I wanted to lick every single inch of leather.
“Yes, mistress, may I?”
“Make sure you use your tongue like you do on my pussy.”
So from that time forward I became her bootlicker as well as her servant. She took to this new development with a gusto that she had not shown for anything other than the whip. I could tell she was deliberately getting those boots dirty as it wasn’t even the rainy season and yet she managed to find mud to walk in. And no matter how dirty they were I was not allowed to use any type of rag. Everything had to be licked clean and then swallowed. I didn’t realize that she was videotaping these sessions but it would become obvious later.
After our next session with Dr. Marks, Ruth announced that she would no longer be disciplining me for each separate violation of her code. She would be giving me a weekly maintenance whipping. This would be especially harsh as it had to make up for all the small infractions that she was allowing to go unpunished. And this would take place the night prior to our scheduled appointment with Dr. Marks.
One of those whippings was so severe that when I went for my counseling appointment I could not sit down in her office. Of course she insisted that I take my pants down and show what Ruth had done to me. After remarking on how grateful I should be to have a wife that cared enough about me to properly discipline me, she asked if I thought that my tiny penis might play a role in Ruth’s frustrations. And she made it a point to let me know that it was the smallest penis she had ever seen. “Why I have seen babies with larger members than that,” She announced.
So I had to admit that yes, Ruth did find my lack of size frustrating and that she had not allowed me to enter her for over a year now. I even told her that I was normally locked in a chastity device and was surprised that she had taken the cage off before we left for our appointment.
“Well, Herb, I am sure you can understand how frustrating it is for a woman not to have a decent size cock for her use. I feel so bad for Ruth that I suggested that she should take a lover but she said that you would not allow that to happen. Are you really that selfish, Herb?”
“I don’t think it is selfish to expect my wife to live up to her wedding vows. We vowed to keep ourselves only to each other.”
“You also vowed to love your wife, more than yourself, did you not?”
“Yes, I guess. I don’t know if those were the exact words but something to that effect.”
“If you really love Ruth, shouldn’t you want her to be happy and sexually fulfilled?”
“I do everything she asks of me. I spend hours on my knees with my head between her thighs.”
“And as well you should, but that doesn’t take the place of a real cock. A woman needs something deep inside where your tongue can’t reach. You know Ruth could have just taken a lover behind your back but she loves and respects you too much for that. Don’t you think it is time you repaid that love?”
I was so confused and she was still wearing those damned boots. I could hardly think straight. Feeling about as submissive as a man could feel I asked her what she wanted me to do.
“I want you to invite Ruth in here, get down on your knees, kiss her feet and tell her you are sorry you have such a small little piece of meat and that it would be all right with you if she took a lover. Can you do that?”
Dr. Marks keyed her intercom and had Ruth sent in. I met her in front of the door on my knees. I bent my head and kissed her boots and begged her forgiveness for my lack of size and told her I wanted her to take a lover. I had never seen her smile as broadly before and she almost jumped up and down for joy. I was then told to leave but as I turned back to close the door behind me, I saw Ruth give the Doctor a high five.
It did not take Ruth long to follow through on my agreement to become her cuckold. I was busy doing my normal chores when I heard the front doorbell ring. I hurried down the stairs not wanting my wife to exert herself by having to get out of her chair. I could not believe it when I opened the door and there stood my former best friend Howard. The reason it was such a shock was that Howard and I had not spoken in five years. In fact, we hated each other, but that is another story altogether.
“What do you want Howard?” I asked with venom in my voice.
“Ruth invited me over. She said that you had finally agreed to let her have a real man in her life. Now, why don’t you be a good little cuckold and show me where she is.”
I tried to get my anger under control and so I just pointed in the direction of the living room and let him pass. And then to calm down, I decided to take a walk around the block. I must have been gone about 15 minutes when curiosity finally got the better of me and I went back to the house. I could hear the two of them talking and laughing so I closed the door loudly enough so that they would hear and stop whatever they were doing.
“Herb!” I heard my wife yell. “Get in here before I get the taws.”
With my head bowed in shame, I walked into the living room. Howard was sitting on the sofa with his arm around my wife. It was plain from how puffy her lips were that he had been kissing and sucking on her lips. Her blouse was undone and her bra had been removed. I just stood there and stared open mouthed.
“Herb, apologize to Howard for your rude behavior. You agreed that I could take a lover and then you turn around and treat him like a leper.”
“I didn’t know that you would choose him,” I replied. “And I didn’t expect that you would bring a man into our own home and rub my nose in it.”
“So you would rather I took up with some stranger off the street and went sneaking around behind your back. I thought you talked that out with Dr. Marks?”
“Yes, well I am beginning to think that you and Dr. Marks cooked this whole scheme up together.”
“I don’t give a damn what you think. Unless you want the video’s I have been taking of you licking my filthy boots to find their way to your parent’s inbox, you better do everything I tell you from now on. And I am telling you to beg Howard’s forgiveness for being an asshole.”
I had not seen her taping anything but I had no reason to believe that she had not done so. Until I could be sure of what I was dealing with I decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
“Howard I am sorry for my rude behavior. Please make yourself at home. I will leave and give your two some privacy.”
“To hell, you will, sissy. Get your ass over here and help me get undressed. You can start by getting on your knees and taking off my shoes and socks.”
I looked at Ruth with disbelief but she just merely pointed to the floor in front of them. I obeyed and when I pulled off his socks, Ruth insisted that I kiss both of his feet and then help him off with his trousers. I kept removing his clothes until he sat there completely naked. His cock was standing straight up in the air and I was sorry to see that it was plainly much larger than mine. I wondered which one of us was illegitimate. Ruth even made me undress her.
When she finally allowed me to rise, I was told to take off my clothes as well and then to put on her used panties. “A cuckold should wear panties, don’t you think Howard?”
“Hell looking at that tiny thing in a cage, I would think he should be completely feminized. His peter isn’t any bigger than a good sized clit.”
Ruth laughed so hard I thought she was going to topple over. When she could finally get her breath she said. “You are right of course. I will send him out to buy some lingerie for himself tomorrow. And, I think a nice pair of high-heels would be appropriate as well.”
“But now my little sissy, I think you should go fix dinner for me and my new lover. But first bring us some wine.”
I did as she asked and I stood in the corner while they ate. Both of them made as many disparaging remarks about me as they could and, of course, I was not allowed to say anything in my own defense. Nor was I allowed to eat anything myself.
When they were finished they announced that they would be going up into our bedroom. I was to clean up the kitchen and then fix them drinks and serve them.
I took as much time as I could puttering around a job that I had learned to do in 15 minutes. I was hoping that Howard would jump her bones and get it over with before I had to witness anything. But of course, Ruth had other ideas. When I walked into the bedroom carrying the tray with their drinks on it, they were both naked and on top of the covers. She had her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and was trying to take the entire length down her throat. She had always hated giving head so I was even more humiliated than I might be.
I sat the tray down on the nightstand and started to leave the room. Only then did Ruth take her mouth off of his cock. “Where do you think you are going?”
“I am sorry mistress. I thought you would like some privacy.”
“On the contrary. I want you to stay and watch a real man fuck your wife. In fact, I not only want you to watch, I want you to participate. Come over here and lick my cunt and get it nice and slippery. I am sure you can see that Howard’s cock is so much bigger than yours that he will need all the lubrication he can get in order to get that monster all the way inside me. I can see you hesitating. Remember I still have those videos.”
So I went to the bed and while she went back to her ministrations on his cock, I proceeded to lick her pussy in preparation from my hated former friend to stick his cock into her. I knew that this would be the last straw. I would find a way to leave Ruth and Dr. Marks be damned.
I had only taken a few swipes with my tongue when Ruth shoved me away from her with her foot. “That is enough, my cunt is sopping wet with the anticipation of a real cock being put in it. You stay right there while Howard gets on top of me between my legs. Then when he is ready you can guide his cock to my entrance.
At that point, something unreal happened to me. I knew that if I was not enclosed in a cock cage I would have become hard. Ruth’s constant attempts at humiliating me were finally doing what they were not intended to do. She was turning me on.
Howard wasted no time in repositioning himself. He settled between her thighs and told me to do my thing. I bent down and took his cock in my hand and put the tip directly against her very wet cunt. I swiped it up and down the slit a few times and then inserted the head inside her. Howard didn’t need any more help as he drove himself to the hilt with one thrust. Ruth cried out. I still am not convinced whether it was a cry of pain or of joy but there was no doubt about the feelings when he started a slow back and forth motion. She matched him stroke for stroke and she was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. She raised her hips up off the bed trying to get even more meat inside her. And then her hips began rocking violently and she was almost screaming as a huge orgasm rocked her world. Howard was not far behind her as he drove all the way to the hilt and held it there as I watched his ass muscles contract and then expand.
“Oh God, that feels so good. You must have shot a quart of cum into me. Herb squeeze his cock from the base to the tip and make sure every little bit of his cum is inside me.” And with no other choice I did as she said.
Being completely sated, Howard rolled off of my wife and lay beside her with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Wow, that was one great ride. Did you enjoy seeing your wife taking my big cock in her cunt?”
I just ignored him as I started once again to back out of the room.
“Answer him, slave. Tell him how grateful you are that he gave me that much pleasure.”
“Thank you, Howard. I am so grateful that you gave pleasure to Ruth.”
“That didn’t sound very sincere, slave. However, I will still give you a reward. I know you didn’t get any dinner tonight, but I have a whole cunt load of protein for you. Get between my legs and eat Howard’s cum out of me.”
I had never tasted anything as nasty and disgusting in my life. Even her boots on their worst day tasted better than Ruth’s juices mixed with his cum. But she assured me that I was going to get used to it because if I was not there each time he came inside her, she would save the ejaculate in a bottle for me to ingest later.
She then told me to get the hell out of her bedroom. I could move in down the hall or sleep on the sofa but Howard was now sleeping in her room.
The Cruel Wife Returns
A story of female domination
Prologue Some Past History
There was no doubt that Ruth had done a number on me. I doubt that any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth. And we had such a wonderful marriage for a great number of years. And then she had started reading female dominant blogs on the Internet. She was particularly fond of those dealing with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving and the husbands receiving. I, of course, knew nothing about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.
I asked her what the hell she was going on about and she told me that she had decided to take control of our marriage and that she would be taking corrective measures to make sure that I became a more attentive and obedient husband.
Of course I looked at her as if she had two heads. “In our marriage vows, I believe that it was you that promised to love, honor and obey, not the other way around.”
“You don’t have a very good memory then.” Ruth declared. “I only promised to love, not the other two words you just inserted after the fact. But unless you decide you want to obey me, we are headed for the nearest divorce court. I am tired of doing all the work in this house and I am tired of having my needs ignored.”
“I guess you are going to have to be a little more specific about what you are asking. I thought that I have been doing my fair share of the housework and I have no idea what needs I have been ignoring.”
“Let’s take it one thing at a time then.” Ruth started. “Who does most of the cooking?”
“Well, you do but that is because you are the better cook. I can and do barbecue on the weekends to give you a break, but if I was to take over the regular cooking we would both die of ptomaine poisoning.”
“And you never thought to spend some of your Internet time on learning to be a better cook instead of on pornography?”
“I will have you know that I don’t spend a lot of time searching for pornography,” I said with a straight face.
“You forget we share a home computer and I am not as stupid as you are. I know how to check the history.”
Well, I decided to let that one, drop for a little while. “Ok, so please go on with your list of my faults.”
“Who spends more time cleaning up after meals, you or I?”
“I think it is about equal.” I defended myself.
“Really, when was the last time you scoured out a cooking pan or cleaned the stove top? And I know you have never cleaned out the refrigerator or the oven in your life. And who does all the laundry and cleans the bathrooms and vacuums the carpets?”
“Ok, so maybe I have not been the perfect maid. But why are you bringing this up now? It didn’t seem to bother you in the past.”
“I am bringing it up now. Other women have found a way to train their lazy worthless husbands and so will I.”
“What other women are you talking about? Has Lois been filling your head with her feminazi bullshit?”
“This has nothing to do with Lois, although you could take a lesson from her husband. I have noticed how attentive he is to her needs, unlike someone I could mention.”
“You keep throwing out this attentive to needs line. What needs do you have that I am ignoring?”
“When was the last time you brought flowers home for me or when was the last time you bought me some sexy underwear, or when was the last time you washed my back or gave me a foot massage, or a cream rub. And when was the last time you spent more than five minutes trying to get me ready for sex before climbing aboard and sticking little Willy Winkie into me?”
“Wow, we have gone from housework to small penis humiliation in one easy leap.”
“Well, you asked me, so I am telling you. Surely you didn’t think that I was really getting off with a two-minute drill with a four-inch cock?”
I had taken enough of her abuse for one night and so I got up and walked towards the door. I had no idea where I was going but I knew I was going away from Ruth.
“You walk out that door and I swear to God, you will regret it,” She yelled at my departing back.
And of course, I was not smart enough to listen. So I walked out the door and down the street to a neighborhood pub, where I proceeded to use a few shots of bourbon to numb the humiliation of her words. Well, to be honest it was more than a few shots and I stayed until the bar had closed. I have no idea how I got home that night but thank God I wasn’t driving.
I woke up the next morning, with three elephants doing a hat dance inside my head. I quickly realized that I was not in my own bed, or any bed for that matter as my body ached from lying on something much harder than I was used to. I tried to get to my feet but for some reason, I could not move them and when I tried to push with my arms I found they were not working either. Then another realization hit me. I was totally naked and laying on the tile or our entryway.
“I told you that you would regret walking out that door.” My wife announced as she tapped a booted toe against the tile in front of me.
Now I was becoming more aware of my surroundings. Through the agony of the worst headache, I had ever experienced I slowly realized that I could not get up because my hands and feet were bound probably with a clothesline.
“I bet you would really like a nice hot shower, some strong hot coffee and a half a bottle of aspirin. But all of that is going to have to wait until I administer your punishment.”
“Don’t you think, I have punished myself enough?” I begged.
“I am going to untie your ankles so that I can help you get to your feet. And then we are going into the living room where I am going to administer a little domestic discipline. If you try to avoid it in any way it will be much harder on you. Do you understand what I am telling you?”
“I don’t understand any of this except that you think you have become a dominatrix all of a sudden.”
“It will all become clear in just a few minutes.” She then untied my ankles and put her hand under my arm and helped me to my feet. I could not move for a few seconds as the pain in my head made me start to swoon and if Ruth had not been helping to support me I would have ended up back on the floor. She seemed to realize that I was unsteady and so she allowed me to just stand there until I got my bearings. Then she led me into the living room where she had placed one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs. She sat down in it and pulled me over her nylon-clad knees. If it had not been for the hangover, it probably would have been a pleasant experience. In any case, I could feel my cock start to harden and I know that Ruth felt it too.
“You are a God damned pervert,” She announced. “I bring you in for punishment and you turn it into a sexual episode. Well, we will see how excited you are after I am through with you.” And she brought her hand down firmly on my ass. It really was not painful, but I didn’t want her to know that so I allowed myself to yell ouch and that did hurt, as my head was ready to explode. She swung, again and again, I faked discomfort. I might have got away with it if my cock had not given me away. The harder she hit my ass, the harder my dick became. Soon it was poking between her nylon legs and I could feel droplets of precum starting to form on the tip. She felt it too and forced me off of her lap.
“This obviously is not going to work,” She announced. She left me standing there for a few minutes as she went to retrieve something from the bedroom. When she came back she was brandishing one of my belts that she had doubled in half.
“Now, worm, bend over the back of that chair and we will see how excited you are.” She wailed away at my ass with that belt for about five minutes and let me tell you I did lose my erection. Once she was satisfied that I was flaccid and that my ass was bright red, she released my hands and told me to go get cleaned up, take some aspirin and then I could cook breakfast for the two of us.
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.
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.”
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.
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.”