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.
Carter had awoken early in anticipation of a full day of cleaning and shopping. Because his skin was still tender from the debilitating cream he found one of Georgia’s satin nightgowns and slipped it on. It felt so cool and wonderful against his skin and he wrote himself a mental note to try and find one of his own. He still remembered Georgia’s instructions but they seemed kind of foggy and far away. Since the compulsions were not as overwhelming as they had been in the past, he made his way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. He did tidy up a little while he waited for it to perk but he did not feel guilty when he poured a cup and sat down to enjoy it. Holding the cup under his nose, he inhaled the wonderful aroma and he could almost feel the caffeine being absorbs by his nasal passages and being carried into his lungs. The only things that could make this moment better, he thought would be if Georgia was here and perhaps a cigarette to share with her. He thought it odd that the thought of a cigarette had permeated his mind. He had not smoked in years and he thought that the desire had completely left him, but he knew that if he had a pack right now, he would be withdrawing a stick from the package and putting it between his lips.
He suddenly felt very much alone and he reached for his phone to send his wife a text. He asked her when she was coming home. He told her he missed her and that he would be willing to do everything she asked if she would just come and hold him for a few minutes each day. He actually was surprised when his phone signaled an incoming message before his had hardly had time to reach her. His heart melted with happiness as he read her words of encouragement. “I will be home soon and we will work everything out. Remember that I love you and keep your head up. By the way, I love seeing you in my robe.”
Carter felt a large amount of relief wash over him. Georgia was coming home and she had declared that everything would be okay. But now he was unsure of exactly what he was supposed to do while he waited. Just last evening she had ordered him to go shopping for lingerie, but did that order still hold true? And although his compulsion from cleaning seemed to be lifted, did that mean that he did not have to clean at all? He decided to get dressed in his normal casual clothes and then check the house to see what needed to be done. He almost wished that Georgia had given him specific instructions, as then everything would be clear to him.
The next few hours went slowly as Carter tried to find enough to keep himself busy but finally he heard the car pull into the drive and he rushed to the front door to greet his wife. She was all smiles as she came up the walk. She opened her arms in invitation and he gladly slipped inside them and then they wrapped around him in a warm embrace. He felt a few happy tears form in the corners of his eyes as he buried his head against her shoulders. Then she gently reached her hand below his chin and pulled his face upward so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. Slowly she tilted her head a little to the side and allowed her lips to meet his. At first, it was just a gentle kiss but then it became deeper and more urgent. Her tongue invaded his mouth and she seemed to want to taste every inch.
Finally coming to his senses, he pulled her inside the house, never breaking contact with her lips. He turned her as they entered and kicked the door closed with his heel. He did not want to break the tightness of the embrace but he also wanted to feel naked skin and in order to accomplish that he had to use his hands. Georgia also seemed in a frenzy to get his clothes removed and it seemed her hands were busy with every button that held fabric together. He was pulling her toward the bedroom and she was pushing him in the same direction. Never before had he felt such an urgency to meld together with any woman. He felt his shirt dropping off of his shoulders at the same time he was pulling her blouse from hers. Both of them broke the embrace just long enough to shake their arms from the sleeves of the garments and then they began working frantically on his pants and her skirt. His pants and her skirt dropped almost at the same time tangling both of their ankles. Fortunately, they were in the hallway so when they started to fall the wall kept them from going down. But that broke the spell as Georgia broke out laughing.
“Wow, we haven’t been this hot for each other in a long time. But perhaps we should walk the rest of the way to the bed. We have all night to finish what we started in the entranceway.”
“Well, let’s go then. I don’t want to waste a minute without you in my arms.”
They found their way to the bed and lay down side by side. The urgency was gone and now they found tenderness in each other’s embrace. Gentle kisses were followed by his attention to her breasts and nipples with both his fingers and his tongue. And she reciprocated by gently nipping at the skin just below his earlobes which caused electric jolts of pleasure to travel all the way to the base of his penis. And then her lips found his again, her tongue once again invading his mouth and searching and tasting. She sucked on his tongue and he felt his salivary glands producing moisture, which she gladly accepted into her mouth and then she returned some of her own to his.
Her fingers found the head of his cock and gently stroked up and down until she could feel him start to swell and then she stopped; wishing to keep him as hard as possible for as long as possible. He let out a little groan of frustration but she flipped around and quickly stifled it by straddling his mouth with her hips. Now with his mouth firmly on her pussy lips, she decided to tease him by bringing her face close to the head of his cock and blowing to let him know where her mouth was. She wet two fingers with her saliva and used that to lubricate the tip of his cock giving him hope of something she had no intention of providing. But his brain did not realize that she was not going to follow through and it sent a message to his cock and it twitched slightly in anticipation. She smiled as she again heard that little groan coming from his throat and she reached back and pulled his mouth harder against her slit, silencing him once again.
“Lick it, make me cum!” She demanded and she felt him eagerly respond. His cock also responded by beginning to throb making her afraid that he might cum himself. “Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.” This had almost the opposite effect as he reveled in her taking the dominant role.
She ground her cunt against his lips and then began rocking so that her clit made contact with his nose. Little shockwaves spread out from that point and burrowed their way deep inside of her to an area that his cock had never reached. Harder and harder she rocked; bringing forth more and more shockwaves. As her first orgasm hit her hips began to bounce rapidly causing him some degree of pain as her pelvic bone dug into his upper lip. He groaned again but this time, she rose up enough so that he could open his mouth and use his tongue to part her cunt lips and dig deep inside. His hands were on her hips guiding them so that his lips could grasp the tip of her clit and suck it in between his teeth. The feeling was so intense that she screamed out with pleasure. He continued to alternately sucking on her clit and using his teeth to bite it. Her whole body was now wracked with orgasm after orgasm and her juices were flowing so strong that she was afraid he might drown.
His tongue finally gave out as did his neck muscles. As the last few spasms subsided he allowed his head to fall back on the bed and breathed a sigh of contentment even though his cock was still completely rock hard.
“Oh, Carter that was so damned good. I am completely drained.” But she reached out and grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a squeeze reveling in the fact that he was still fully inflated. She smiled thinking that it would be nice to keep him this way for the rest of the night but she had just a slight bit of remorse thinking of how much he was suffering. “Do you want to cum, lover?” she asked with a husky tone to her voice.
Carter hesitated. He desperately wanted to cum but even more desperately wanted to make his wife happy and he knew, deep down that she did not want him to ejaculate. It was time for him to make a decision, a little pleasure of his own or cede all pleasure to his Mistress. For he knew deep in his soul that was what she was. She was his Mistress and he was her slave and that was how it should be.
“I want whatever makes you happy, Mistress. Do with me as you will.”
Flipping around so that once again she lay beside him, she snuggled down with her head cradled into his shoulder. “I am really tired. It has been a long but satisfying day.” And she threw one leg directly across his still rock hard cock and within seconds she was asleep. But for Carter, it would be a long and frustrating night as his arousal would not allow sleep to come to him easily.
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 Day After
Georgia did not remember anything further as she did not wake up until the next day. She slowly came back to consciousness feeling something cool being applied to her forehead. She tried to focus her eyes but the light caused a sharp pain to pass into her brain.
“There, there just lie still and let me take care of you.” A familiar voice told her. Georgia worked hard to clear her mind enough to figure out where she was. The cool cloth continued to be pressed against her head and she began to feel slightly better and her vision began to clear. Her eyes finally cleared enough for her to recognize her sister. “He really did a number on your little sister. He was all apologetic, saying that you just released his inner beast but I told him to get out and not come back until I let him know it was alright to do so.”
“Dear Lord, did you see him? He turned into a complete monster. I had no idea that was what he was really like. I guess I should have known but he seemed like such a nice guy.”
“He has never turned like that with me so I don’t know if I should be thankful or a little jealous of you for being able to completely get to his inner soul.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to get to that part of his psyche. Is there anything left to my breasts? And my cunt feels like it has been ripped in two.”
“The scratches weren’t too bad although he did penetrate the skin with his claws. Thankfully he released you right after you passed out so that I could clean your cuts and stop the bleeding. I haven’t checked your vagina. Perhaps if you feel like a hot bath we can see how much damage he did to you.”
Georgia spent over an hour soaking in the hot bubble bath. Amara helped her bathe as best she could but allowed Georgia to take care of her more intimate areas. When the water began to cool making it uncomfortable for her sister she helped her out of the tub and gently dried her with a thick terry towel. She asked Georgia if she would like to go back to bed but she told her no, she really needed to try to get some nourishment and some fluids. Amara helped her downstairs and seated her at the table while she rooted through the fridge for the makings of breakfast. She handed Georgia a steaming cup of black coffee and went to the sideboard to get a skillet for bacon and eggs.
As she turned on the burner the room suddenly became extremely cold. It was as if someone had left a window open in January. Georgia wrapped both hands around her coffee mug trying to get a little warmth into her hands. “I will not apologize to you or any other human.” The invisible voice said. “I have given you a bit of restitution, however. I hope you enjoy your new powers.” And then the room temperature returned to normal and the voice was gone.
“What the hell do you suppose that was all about?” Asked Georgia to Amara.
“I am not sure but after I willingly accepted Luther into my life, I got the powers to cast spells, read people’s minds and control others with my thoughts.”
“But I did not willingly accept him into my life just into my cunt.”
“To Luther, those are one and the same things.”
“Why didn’t you warn me, I would never have allowed him to fuck me?”
“I could not afford to anger Luther. He would have gotten what he wanted eventually and I would have paid dearly for warning you. It doesn’t matter now anyway. There is nothing either of us can do to change the situation. Why don’t you try to figure out what your powers are?”
Georgia really did not feel any different than she had when she woke up. Her breasts still felt like they had been punctured by needles and her cunt still felt like it a tree limb had been shoved up it including a couple of branches. So she figured that quick healing was not the gift. She reached out with her mind and could hear Amara’s thought but that really didn’t tell her anything because Amara had the ability of telepathy and she could be allowing Georgia access to her mind. So she tried to push her mind out farther and she concentrated on Carter’s mind. To her surprise, she could see him lounging on the sofa with a beer in one hand and his cock in the other. “Carter set the beer down and put your cock back in your pants this instant.” Her thoughts raged outward.
There was a slight delay before Carter looked around him like an unexpected visitor had caught him. He quickly set the beer on the end table beside him and began tucking his cock back into his sweat pants. Georgia smiled but then she wondered if it had actually happened or if she had just conjured it up in her mind. “Carter take off all your clothes, put your heels on, take a picture of yourself and send it to my phone within the next 5 minutes.” Georgia pushed that thought as hard as she could. Then she sat in her chair and waited with a close eye on the clock on the wall. Five minutes passed and then ten and still nothing happened.
“Well, I guess that was a total bust,” Georgia said out loud.
“What was a bust, sister?”
“Oh, I just thought I had the power to control Carter. I sent him a thought to take off all his clothes and put on some high heels and send me a picture to my phone. But as you can see he has not obeyed.”
“You mean he was to send the picture to your phone that you left in the bedroom on vibrate. I have heard it going off for the last 10 minutes.”
“Shit, I guess I had better go get it or can you just will it to come to me with your mind?”
“Why don’t you try and teleport it to you?”
“I wouldn’t know how to do that.”
“Just concentrate on the phone. See it in your mind. See it lifting off of the dresser and floating through the air.”
Georgia tried as hard as she could but finally gave up and rose from her chair and headed to the bedroom. Sure enough, her phone was vibrating on top of the dresser. Picking it up she checked the messages to find several from Carter, the most recent about 15 minutes prior. Opening the message a huge smile crossed her face. There was her husband in all his naked glory and on his feet his black heels although the straps were still undone. The text read, “I don’t know why but I had the uncontrollable urge to send you this picture. It was almost as if you were in the room with me telling me what you wanted. I am still waiting for further instructions if you are still talking with me.”
Georgia hit reply and began typing and then thought what the fuck am I doing? She set the phone back down and climbed in the middle of the bed. Resting her head on a pillow, she began to think that she wanted Carter to remove all the hair from his body from the neck down. She even told him where the big bottle of Nair was and how to use it. Her phone vibrated again. Seeing that it was again Carter she read another of his texts. “Was that last request really from you? I can hear you so clearly in my head but it does not seem possible that you asked me to denude my body.”
Georgia smiled. “Since you question my instructions, I want you to leave the lotion on for 30 minutes instead of 15. Perhaps a little chemical burn will teach you better manners. Make sure that I get full body pictures when you are rinsed and dried.” She then dropped the phone down beside her and blissfully closed her eyes.
Georgia’s Visit With Amara
Being tired of trying to convince Carter to do what she wanted, Georgia figured she might as well spend the weekend with her sister. Remembering the last time she visited only made her hotter and wetter as she hoped for another go at Blake and Jake. The only thought she had about Carter was that she wished she had not asked Amara to remove the spell she had placed on their house. She didn’t bother knocking on the door. If Amara was home she was welcome and if not, no one would come to the door anyway.
The lights were on downstairs and she could smell incense burning in the living room so she headed that way immediately. She did not see Amara but sure enough, there was Luther. “What are you doing here and where is my sister?”
“And I have missed you as well.” Stated Luther. “I had a nice talk with your husband earlier. He seemed to be somewhat of a mess. I am afraid that I didn’t make him feel any better either. I guess I need to brush up on my people skills.”
Georgia looked at him and smiled. “You are such an asshole, Luther but sometimes that can be a good thing. Tell me what you did to poor Carter.”
“I was trying to convince him to put on the chastity device and I think I almost had him until I told him that I wanted to fuck you. For some reason, that just pissed him off. That male has such a low tolerance for mental pain. You know he was curled up in a ball on the floor and crying like a baby when I left. So if I promise to send him pictures can we fuck?”
Georgia broke out laughing. “Truthfully I was hoping for Blake and Jake. Not only do they have bigger cocks than yours, they know how to use them better. By the way do you still have that premature ejaculation problem?”
“You really are a bitch. I am not surprised that your husband isn’t jumping at the idea of letting you control his orgasms. Maybe he would like it better if I was to put a chastity device on you and let him hold the key. Would you like that Georgia?”
“Would you like me to cut off your cock and feed it to you, Luther?”
Luther just looked at Georgia and smiled. “I do so like my women feisty.”
“And exactly what is it that you want with me, Luther? Shouldn’t you be out stealing souls or damning people to hell fire or sacrificing virgins?”
“You humans have such vivid imaginations. Why Georgia you make me sound like a total monster. And even if I wanted to where in the world would I find a virgin to sacrifice? Can’t you just accept that I like your company?”
“I am having a little trouble wrapping my mind around that,” Georgia told him. “After all, you have billions of women to choose from and as persuasive as you are few of them would be able to turn you down, why me?”
“I guess your own argument should tell you how much I value you. Why don’t you take off your clothes and let me show you how desirable I find you?”
“As appealing as that thought is, I am here to see Amara. Where is she?”
Carter pointed towards the bedroom and Georgia did not even wait for him to say anything. Opening the door her mouth dropped open. Either Blake or Jake, she never could get them straight was plowing Amara’s furrow and the other was stuffing her mouth with cock. Although her hands were tied securely behind her back she did not seem to be protesting so Georgia started to back out of the room. “You don’t have to leave,” one of the men told her. “We will only be a few more minutes and then we can take care of that itch between your legs as well.”
Georgia did not reply, she simply backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. As she entered the living room, Luther did not even look up. He had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. Georgia marveled at the look of the thing. She felt a little like a voyeuristic mother who had just come in and found her son masturbating for the first time. She could not take her eyes off of that monster cock because she had never seen anything even remotely like it. It had no foreskin, not because it had been circumcised but because it never had a skin covering for the head. There was no break between the head and the shaft of his cock. It looked like a long fleshy pole with a barbed end to it. She remembered how it had felt the one time that Luther had taken her from behind but that did not prepare her for the sight before her. Then Luther raised his eyes and looked directly into hers.
“Do you like what you see? You look completely mesmerized. Surely you remember my cock from the first time we met?”
“You had me at a disadvantage. You took me from behind and because of that damned collar you had around my neck I could not see even the smallest amount of your shaft.”
“Well, you’re not tied or collared now. Come over here and take a better look. Hell, come over here and get a taste if you so desire.”
It was impossible for her to resist, not because he willed her to but because she wanted to be closer to that magnificent strange looking object of desire. She was becoming so wet that her cunt began to drip through the jeans she wore and she could smell her own rut. It seemed to take her forever to cover the few feet between them. Her knees were weak with desire by the time she could reach out with her right hand and take the rod between her fingers although no matter how hard she tried she could not get the entire girth in her hand. Had that monster cock really once been inside of her cunt?
“Use your left hand, Georgia,” Luther instructed. “I want to feel your wedding ring as you stroke my cock.”
Without any hesitation she shifted hands, feeling more like a whore and a slut but loving it. She reached up to the slit to get some precum but it seemed that no matter where she put her fingers the shaft was already lubricated. She slowly slid her hand all the way down to the base and let her fingers drift down to two gigantic balls that seemed to be so full that they might pop at any second. “Oh Luther, I think you better fuck me. Your balls are about to burst.”
“I didn’t think you would ever ask.” Georgia had no idea how it happened but she found herself completely naked and being lowered onto that massive piece of male flesh. Luther held her up as the head slipped all the way inside allowing her to get used to the girth. She moaned a little because of pain but a lot because of pleasure. She could already feel her cunt muscles beginning to clench with her first orgasm and he was barely started. He allowed her to settle down so that a couple more inches of his cock could invade her insides causing tears of pleasure to blind her for a few moments. She tried to reach up to wipe the moisture from her eyes but she could not move her hands. She began shaking her head back and forth in an effort to clear her vision but then wished that she had not done so. Instead of the extremely handsome man she thought would be there, she saw what surely was a monster in his place. The smooth tanned skin of his face was replaced by black skin with large warts all over it. The mouth that she remembered fondly was a mass of sharp and pointed teeth and a large pointed tongue protruded out towards her breasts. She could not believe how long that thing was. The pointed tip was licking all the way around her areola even though Luther was holding her at arm’s length squeezing her breasts cruelly. Then she felt something like needles digging into the side of her tits and she tried to look down but her head would not move. It was held firmly in place as surely as it had been the time he had fitted her with the wide collar. She opened her mouth to object but no words would pass her tongue. And all the while her body was convulsing with orgasm after orgasm.
Then she felt his cockhead reach the furthest depths of her cunt. And yet he was still trying to force even more up inside her causing her more pain than she could ever remember. At the same time, his claws were digging into the sides and tops of her breasts and she could feel little trickles of moisture leaking down her sides. She could not look to see but she was sure that it was either sweat or God help her blood. She was unable to look anywhere except directly at that horrid face in front of her and it had grown even more grotesque as he could feel the pain in her body. Now horns had grown from the top of his forehead and had curled toward his back. And now that evil tongue was licking the sides of her face, taking in each droplet of tears that flowed from her eyes. Never had Georgia been so terrified in her life. And the pain and terror did their work and she passed out.
Not knowing what else to do, Carter decided to go home and confront Georgia. It was dark by now and he was surprised to see that there were no lights shining through the windows of his house as he drove up. Apparently his wife had not come home but where would she have gone? He opened the front door and he could feel the cold emptiness surround him as he walked inside. He flipped on the light expecting that the furniture would be gone as well, but everything seemed to be as he had left it.
He made his way up to the master bedroom and found that even his wife’s clothes still hung in the closet so he began to think that perhaps she had just stopped off at a friend’s house. As he closed the closet door he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and saw the red handprint on the left side of his face. It brought back the memories of his wife slapping him in front of the store owner and his face flushed red with the remembered humiliation. But his cock also hardened at the memory. He had not minded those slaps in the least. In fact, he relished them as he did the feeling of humiliation that they had brought. Why couldn’t he have told her that at the store? Why couldn’t he have got on his knees and begged her for one more chance to let the man fit him with a chastity device? “Oh Georgia, if you can hear my thoughts, please come back. I will do anything you ask of me.”
“Georgia, can’t hear your thoughts any longer, but I can,” said a voice behind him.
Carter turned to see a tall thin man with extremely black eyes sitting on the end of the bed and smiling at him. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” Carter demanded.
“I am a good friend of your wife’s and an even better friend to her sister, Amara. I have been watching you fuck up your relationship with Georgia for some time and I thought perhaps you would like my help in getting her back? You did just say that you would do anything to get back in her good graces, did you not?”
“You still have not told me how you got in here and how you know what I am thinking?”
“Are those things really as important as how I might be able to help you?”
“You said that Georgia could no longer read my thoughts, why not?”
“She decided that she did not want to force you to be her slave. Don’t misunderstand me, she still wants you as her slave, she just wants you to willingly submit. You had that choice today with the chastity device and you chose wrong, so now you will have to convince her that you have had a change of mind.”
“How am I going to do that if she is not here?”
“Think about the things that she really wants you to become. She does not have to be here for you to submit to her will does she?”
“How will I know what she wants if she doesn’t tell me?”
“Now you are just making excuses,” Luther declared. “You know she wants you in chastity and it just so happens that I brought the perfect cage for you. But before you can put it on you need to get rid of all your body hair except what is on your head.” And Luther held up the metal chastity device that Carter did not believe would actually fit him. “Now are you going to keep bitching and moaning about Georgia not being here or are you going to do what you are told so that you can get her back?”
“Let’s say that I want your help, what is in this for you?”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, I don’t give a flying fuck about you,” Luther told him. “I do however love to fuck your wife. She is so tight and so hot and so passionate. If she has you as her slave to do all the mundane things she would normally have to do, she will have a lot more time for more interesting things.”
Carter’s temper began to rise. “You filthy son of a bitch. You come here pretending to want to help me get Georgia back and then tell me it is so she will have more time to fuck you. Get the hell out of my house.”
“As you wish, but you won’t get you wife back by pretending to be a man. She can get all the men she wants. In fact, I imagine she has one between her legs right now. Your only hope is to show her that you can be a good cuckold slave that is willing to keep the house clean and neat so that when she brings a real man home she will be proud of the place.” And as quickly as he had appeared he was gone.
The emptiness was so all-consuming that all Carter could do was to slump down onto the floor, curl up into a ball and let the tears begin to flow. And even that made him feel guilty as he remembered Georgia telling him how much she would enjoy seeing his tears and here he was crying his eyes out without her here to watch.
Georgia was just starting to awake and stretch when Carter came into the main bedroom to use the master bath for his morning ablutions. She had thrown the coverlet off of her still nude body and he felt a moment of arousal as he viewed her naked breasts. She looked at him with a smile on her face. “Do you like what you see, slave?” She asked.
Carter did his best to ignore the question not wanting to recall anything that had taken place the night before but he was totally helpless not to respond when Georgia spoke to him or asked him a question. “You know I adore you, Mistress. And yes you are the hottest woman on the planet, perhaps in the universe.”
“Then come here and give me a kiss,” She demanded.
Carter walked to the bed and bent down in an effort to bring his lips together with those of his wife. “I see you don’t understand instructions. You no longer get to kiss my lips. Only real men have that privilege. I meant for you to kiss my well-fucked cunt. Now get your face between my thighs and clean me out with your tongue. You do want to be my cunt licker don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” He said as he moved towards her crotch. As he approached her cunt with his mouth he breathed in an odor that was unfamiliar to him. He was sure he knew what it was and his stomach began to roll just thinking about what he was about to do.
“Get control of yourself, slave. You will regret it if you upchuck on me. You have eaten that pussy many times in the past. It just has a little more flavor now. You need to get used to the taste because you are going to be eating a lot after some man has filled me with his cum. At least, most of last nights has drained out. All you need to do is lick up the dried crusts. Now get busy.”
“I don’t know why you are doing this to me,” He complained.
“You don’t need to understand, you just need to obey. This evening when you get home from work we will have a little chat and I will outline the rules for you. Right now the rule you need to follow is I want you to clean my well-used cunt with your tongue. Is that clear?”
“Yes, mistress.” And he began to lap vigorously at the dried cum on her pussy lips before thrusting his tongue as far inside her as it would go. The taste was unbelievably bad and it was all he could do to keep from allowing his stomach to revolt. Fortunately, Georgia was not in the mood to keep him at the task to the point of orgasm. She was still completely satisfied from the night before. Her only motive was to cause Carter some discomfort and to make him think about what he was doing for the rest of the day. When he came home in the evening she would cause him much more agony.
When she released him she allowed him to go into the bathroom but she gave him a firm command not to brush his teeth or wash his face. She told him she wanted him to have a constant reminder of his new position in the household and so if he was concerned about anything that might be left on his lips he should lick it off with his tongue.
Georgia waited until her new slave had finished in the bathroom and was ready to leave for work before climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom for a long hot shower. It seemed to her that every muscle in her body had been stretched far beyond the normal elasticity. And the inside of her cunt was sorer than she ever remembered it in the past.
Carter was in a total funk as he left the house and got into his car for the drive to the office. But the further he drove the less depressed he felt. It was as if he was leaving all his troubles behind him. By the time he reached his place of employment he was actually in a fairly good mood.
Georgia, on the other hand, was having trouble reconciling what she had done to her husband with the way she had always felt. As she sipped her first cup of coffee she thought about what she had done the night before. The worst thing was she did not feel ashamed of having fucked another man in front of Carter. In fact, she felt good about it and that was what was troubling her. It was almost as if she was becoming a sadist. And then she thought back to hearing him sobbing and the one thing that came to mind was that she regretted not being able to see the tears streaming down his face. “What have to turned me into, Luther?” She thought to herself. And of course, there he was sitting across the table from her.
“Why Georgia, my girl. Whatever do you mean? I haven’t done anything to you. You were a little harsh on poor Carter, but I am sure you had your reasons. Could it be that you are still a little pissed off about the bimbo he brought home on Saturday? By the way, I think there is a package on your front stoop. UPS didn’t even bother to ring the bell. Perhaps you should chastise the driver, the next time you see him.”
“Come on Luther, I never did any of this stuff until I met you.”
“Perhaps not but deep down you wanted to. It is just a coincidence that you let the venom out near the same time I got involved with Amara. You know she really wants all of us to get together again soon. She said being tied down and fucked while her sister watched was the hottest thing she has ever done. Why don’t you go bring in your package? I bet you will be in a much better mood when you see what is inside of it.”
With a shake of her head, Georgia made her way to the front door. Just as Luther said there was a large package on the stoop. She checked the shipping label and saw that it was from an expensive shoe retailer that she had seen on the Internet a time or two. She was positive that she would never have ordered anything from them since their prices were out of this world. But then she remembered something that Carter had said to her when she returned from Amara’s house. And as she carried the box inside her dander began to rise once more.
Luther was all smiles as she brought the box inside. He could see the look of anger on her face and reveled in the depth of her emotions. “Let’s see what is inside the box. I bet it is really something special.”
Grabbing a pair of scissors off the end table, Georgia set about destroying the packing tape on the box. She was careful that she did not allow her temper to get away from her so badly that she damaged the contents of the box as she already had a good idea how expensive they were. She peeled back the top and then removed some packaging material and finally pulled out two very nice shoeboxes. She could not believe her eyes as she pulled the top off of the first box. Inside was a pair of the most delectable red satin shoes with a gold-embossed metal six-inch heel. She could immediately see that they were much too big for her feet but she suspected they would fit Carter just fine. How he would walk in them would be a completely different matter.
The second pair was made of black soft leather. They too had, at least, a six-inch heel. The toes were enclosed and came to a sharp point making them look even larger than they were. “He said he ordered some heels but I did not realize that they were in his size or that they would be this expensive as she pulled out the statement that was inside the box. And then she noticed that there were not two orders but in fact, there were three. A pair of boots costing $550 was nowhere to be found.
“You might want to call your credit card company and find out where that pair of boots were shipped,” Luther stated matter of factly.
“And then beat the living shit out of the bitch that has them.” She declared. “But I am not going to get what I need from the credit card company. But Decadent Shoes, on the other hand, should be a little more helpful.”
“But aren’t you going to put in a claim for fraud?” Asked Luther.
“Don’t you think that would be a little difficult since half the order was shipped to my home?”
“I think you can convince anyone to do anything you want.”
“Really then why don’t you come over here and kiss my ass.”
“I meant anyone with the exception of me. But even so if you bare it I will be happy to kiss it. You have a truly desirable ass.”
Georgia gave him a little smile as she picked up her phone and started to dial the number on the bottom of the invoice. Within just a few minutes she had the name and address of the person the boots were shipped to.
At The Bank
Georgia was not sure if what she had just encountered was real but she figured that she should cash the check as quickly as possible just in case Thompson and Waverly came to their senses once she had left them alone with their dicks in their hands. She used a branch just down the street from her office for convenience and so she made her way across the busy avenue, walking the short distance to the bank’s entrance. As she entered the lobby she could tell immediately that something was very wrong. On most days there would be a constant stream of voices as tellers and customers conducted their business but today everything was eerily silent. And instead of a line moving toward the cashier boxes people were standing in a large group and everyone had their hands in the air. Then she heard a loud voice.
“I told you to lock that damn door. Now we have another one to deal with. Get the bitch under control and get that door locked before someone else enters.”
Georgia followed the sound of the voice and saw a tall muscular man with a ski mask over his face and wielding a large black handgun. Just then someone grabbed onto her arm and turned her so that she was facing another thug who was pointing a gun directly at her face. “Give me your purse and get your hands up in the air,” He demanded.
Georgia was frightened nearly out of her mind but she would be damned if she was going to relinquish that $32,000 check that she had worked so hard to get. And then her fright began to turn to anger and she looked directly into the slits of the man’s mask where his eyes were located.
“Get that fucking thing out of my face right now and stick it back into your pants where it belongs. And while you are at it why don’t you blow your balls off.”
The man looked down and although you could see that he was trying to hold his gun on Georgia it began sliding down slowly and the muzzle began to slide beneath the man’s belt. And then something terrible happened. There was a loud bang and the man double over and sank to his knees. A pool of blood began spreading out from between his knees and loud moans could be heard coming from his mouth. At the same time, the other thug was trying to figure out what had happened to his partner and he swung his gun toward where he had last seen him standing. But now all that was there was a crowd of bank customers looking down at something at their feet.
As for Georgia, she was totally in shock. She had not really intended for the man to maim himself. She had only wanted him to stop pointing the gun at her. But now she would have to deal with the other robber before he hurt her or some other bank patron or employee. She could see him storming across the floor towards her and raising the gun as he came.
“Drop your weapon and lay down face first on the floor,” She yelled in a loud commanding voice. And to everyone’s amazement, the would-be thief did as he was told. Within seconds, the bank security guard had him in handcuffs and his weapon secured. As he was pulled to his feet and his mask removed, he looked directly at Georgia and shook his head in apparent amazement.
“How the hell did you do that?” He yelled across the room in her direction before he was yanked around and pulled away to await the police.
Georgia now noticed that every person in the bank was looking directly at her. She knew that she did not need the attention so she began backing away towards the entrance hoping to get out of there before she was called upon to answer some embarrassing questions. But just when she thought she might be able to escape she found the entrance blocked by a bevy of policemen entering the bank. It seemed to her that embarrassing questions were definitely in her future.
She did her best to back away into a corner where she hoped that she would be forgotten. If only she could pass a message to the entire crowd the way she had passed messages to the two crooks a few moments ago. “Forget all about me.” She thought and tried to project the message to everyone in the room. But as the police started to interview customers she saw each and every one of them pointing their fingers at her and she knew her subliminal message had not got through. One of the policemen raised his radio to his lips and talked for a few minutes and then put it back on his belt and turned and headed directly towards Georgia.
“You need to come with me, miss. There are some questions that you need to answer. When she did not immediately respond he reached out and grabbed her elbow and roughly began directing her towards an office doorway. She put up a little resistance but even so the cop became more and more aggressive towards her. “You really are a stupid cunt, aren’t you?” He whispered as he brought his lips close to her ear so that she was the only one that could hear what he said. “You could have gotten someone killed with the stunt you pulled. Now get in that office and set your ass down in a chair.”
Georgia did as she was told and was amazed when the cop pulled his handcuffs from the back of his belt and cuffed her right hand to the chair arm. She looked closely at his chest as he bent down to do it and saw that his nametag said that his name was Trent. “Officer Trent, look at me!” She thought. The cop stepped back and gazed directly into her face. “Do you like what you see, officer?” She thought of pushing the question out of her mind and into his. “Would you like to see my tits, Trent?” Again this was just a thought without any sound being issued. “Unbutton my blouse so you can get a better look. Do it now!”
The policeman got a big grin on his face as he stepped towards her. Reaching out with one meaty hand he grabbed the topmost button of her blouse and began working it out of the eyelet. Georgia could see a man in a suit entering the doorway and so she frantically began to demand that Trent move quicker. “For God’s sake hurry up. You will never get the damn blouse open at this speed. Rip it open.”
And Trent took both hands and pulled the blouse apart sending buttons sailing through the air and across the room. He did not even see the detective until he was roughly pulled away and around. “What the hell are you doing Trent?”
“Uh, err, I thought she might have a weapon and I was searching her for one?”
“Search under my tits, Trent. I have a knife in my bra.” Georgia thought. And Trent tried to turn back towards her reaching out and pulling her breasts free from the nylon encasement. Georgia smiled to herself as the detective twisted Trent away from her and began pushing him towards the door. “Who is the stupid cunt, now?” She pushed the thought towards his back.
The detective turned and came back and stood in front of Georgia. For just a fraction of a second too long he hesitated allowing himself to absorb the sight of her perfect breasts into his mind. Georgia smiled thinking of the handsome detective jacking himself off to that memory later in the evening.
“You have my sincere apologies. I have no idea what got into Trent. You have my word he will be severely reprimanded for his actions.
Georgia made no attempt to pull her breasts back into their covering since trying to do it one-handed would be difficult if not impossible. “Aren’t you forgetting something, detective?” And she began shaking her still cuffed wrist so that the handcuffs made a rattling noise.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a string of keys. He inserted one into the lock and with a crisp snap of his wrist the cuff opened and her hand was free. “Please do your best to cover yourself, ma’am. I hate to admit it but seeing you that way is a little distracting.”
“Maybe I should leave the girls out in the fresh air. Perhaps you would be distracted enough to allow me to leave.” Georgia said with a smile.
“Why don’t we have a little chat first? The other customers tell an interesting story about a woman that ordered the perps around. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”
“I am sure that with all that was going on out there it would be easy for someone to become confused about what they thought they saw.” Replied Georgia. “I know that everything happened so fast that I have no idea what went on.”
“That story might work if it was only one or two people that saw you tell a man to shoot his balls off and he does it, but when that story is told by 8 different customers it has a little more credence. And then those same folks say that you ordered the remaining robber to drop his weapon and he complied. How do you explain that?”
“What is there for me to explain? His partner had just shot himself and I suppose he thought that perhaps I had a gun trained on him. Truthfully I don’t really remember any of this as clearly as you say others do. Am I being charged with some kind of a crime?”
“I could charge you with reckless endangerment. You could have gotten yourself or others killed with the stunt you pulled.”
“And yet here we are with the only casualty being one of the would-be robbers. And as I recall his wound was self-inflicted. Perhaps you should be thanking me instead of harassing me. And since you are adamant that I stopped the robbery, is there a reward? I just lost my job and I could really use the money?”
At that moment, the door opened and Georgia looked up to see Luther entering. He was wearing a dark blue suit and had a gold shield hung around his neck. “I will take over here, detective. You can go back and start your paperwork.”
“Yes, sir.” Was all the detective said, as he turned to leave the room.
Georgia waited until the door was closed firmly before she addressed Luther. “Well, you do seem to get around. How many police departments do you work for?”
“As many as it takes to keep you out of trouble although that is becoming a full-time task. And speaking of trouble do you think that what you did to poor officer Trent was called for?”
“He called me a stupid cunt. He deserves anything he gets.”
“Yes, I can see how being called stupid would grate on your nerves.”
Georgia looked at him and cracked up as she realized the connotation of the words he had left out. “So where do we go from here?”
“Well, why don’t I take you out and introduce you to the bank manager and you can put in your claim for the reward.”
“Is there a reward to put in a claim for?”
“There will be if you tell him there is.”
The Shopping Trip: Sandy’s View
When we were taking Don out of the bath and preparing to get him ready to go, he started to rebel. He was so vehement that he was not going out of the house with his lips painted red and wearing pantyhose that clearly showed below his pants, that I thought I had pushed him too far. As much as I loved watching Mary kick him in the balls, I was now afraid that brief moment of pleasure was going to rob me of the greater goal of a slave for life. I could not afford to lose him now. I had just learned how enjoyable it was to make his life miserable. And I still had so much more to test about my dominant personality. Of course, I was always sure I could find someone else to abuse. From surfing the Internet, I had discovered there were whole chat rooms of men just dying to bow down and kiss a woman’s ass. But developing another relationship would take time and I did not want to wait. I already had a perfectly good slave and I was going to keep him.
I also knew that if I backed down now, all would be lost later. Every time he found something a little uncomfortable he would start a fuss and refuse to obey me. So I played the only card I had left in my hand. I threatened him that if he didn’t obey I would send some pictures and videos of him to his friends, family, and place of employment. I told him one of the videos was of him eating his own cum out of my cunt.
Now, the fact that those pictures and videos did not exist was totally unimportant. He did not know that. And having put those doubts in his mind, he became more docile and able to be controlled.
In fact, as we headed for the mall, I thought I had won and was happily chatting with my friend Jenny.
And then we parked and got out of the car when he rebelled again. He just sat there and refused to exit the vehicle. “Damn it,” I thought. “When is he going to learn that I am the boss in this relationship?” Okay, what to do? I didn’t think that threatening him again would work, so I decided I would play on his sense of duty.
And so I went to his door, opened it, leaned in and with my sexiest voice spoke into his ear. “Now, come on, quit being a stick in the mud. We are going to have fun today. I know you think things have been a little intense, and perhaps they have been, but we had fun yesterday and we can still have fun today. Besides, we are going to get something to eat at the food court. I know how you always enjoy that and frankly you must be starving. How bad could this be? And besides, there is practically no chance that you will run into anyone you know. Come on, pretty please.”
He got out of the car but before he would go into the mall, he made me promise him that I would not hurt him anymore. Well, I refused to lie to him so I told him I would not hurt him anymore that day, physically. And I emphasized physically. He caught on right away to my subterfuge and asked what I meant by physically. So I told him that I would not hit, slap, kick or burn him. But I made sure he understood that I was going to humiliate him as much as possible. Oh, I know what you are thinking, why bring that up before he had agreed? Well, I had seen some of the websites he visited and one of them was called “The humiliated Husband.” And I knew that he really liked the idea of humiliation. So I figured that instead of a deal breaker, it might well be a deal maker. And I was right. He got out of the car and willingly walked to his doom.
When we got inside, the first place I led him was to the food court. I knew that this time of day, on a Sunday that it would be packed with people and many opportunities to humiliate Don would present themselves. Sure enough, after we had acquired our food I noticed one open table right in the middle of the eating area. I headed there and secured it before someone else took it. I wanted to make sure that Don, his lipstick, and his nylons were plainly visible to as many people as possible.
I watched as Don sat down on his chair and was pleased to see that his pants leg rode even higher on his nylon-clad leg. Now, a good 6 inches of nylon was in plain sight. But I was disappointed that no one seemed to be noticing. “What the hell is wrong with these people?” I asked myself. “Surely you must be able to see a man with brightly painted lips and wearing nylons?” And so I leaned over and whispered in Jenny’s ear that we needed to attract some attention. She caught on immediately and began joking with me in a loud voice. And I joked right back at her. It wasn’t long before a couple of men across the food court were openly staring at us. And soon, after saying something to his companion one of them approached out table. He leaned in and asked, “Is he wearing nylons?”
I got a big smile on my face and said, “Why yes, he is. Stand up slave and put your foot up here on the chair. Then pull up your pants leg and show him your hose. Come on, you know you do not want to displease me.”
I know that Don must have wanted to crawl under the table, but he was a good sport and did as he was told. And then the man did something that pleased me to no end. He actually yelled across the food court to his companion and told him that Don was indeed wearing nylons. And of course now, everyone was looking and trying to get a better view of my humiliated husband. And then the man asked if Don was a queer. Well, Jenny almost split her sides trying to stop from laughing out loud. And of course, I was enjoying myself immensely as well.
I looked him directly in the eyes and said, “queer; you say? I am not sure about that. I know he is a little strange, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a queer. But then for a man to want to paint his lips a bright shade of red, put on pantyhose and wear a pair of pants that he knows are clearly too small for him. And then top it off by insisting on wearing a pair of low-cut shoes without any socks, I guess you could say he was queer.’ And of course, I carried on the conversation loudly enough so anyone within 25 feet could hear. By now, Don’s face was as red as his lipstick.
When the crowd started to thin out I figured that I needed a new place to humiliate my husband so I led him directly to Fredericks of Hollywood. But before we entered there was something else I needed to do. My panties were soaking wet from the excitement of humiliating Don in the food court, so I told him I needed to go to the ladies room and take them off. So Jenny and I left Don standing in the middle of the mall while we went into the ladies room. We were gone for several minutes and when I came out I noticed that Don looked a little pale. Clearly something had happened to him while we were gone but I did not want to take the time to find out at that juncture.
Instead, I led him into Fredericks of Hollywood. Jenny and I made sure that we removed ourselves quickly from Don’s sight. I found a sales clerk that looked bored and asked her if she would like to have some fun and earn a large commission at the same time. She was more than willing to cooperate when I told her what I needed.
“What do I have to do?” she asked.
I told her how I was forcing my husband, to buy himself some lingerie and I wanted to make him as uncomfortable as possible in the process. And so after she knew exactly what I wanted she went to find Don. Jenny and I found a spot where we were out of the line of fire but where we still could hear what was going on.
She really played it up not allowing Don any leeway when he tried to tell her that this was really my idea. She said, “If your wife did tell you to buy lingerie, it is because you were always messing around with hers. You probably were stretching out her best panties and she got fed up with it. I don’t know how many men like you that come in because their wives are pissed off with having their undergarments all stretched out. You should be ashamed of yourself. Did she know about your perversities before she married you?”
Don was clearly over his humiliation limit. He was staring down at his feet and his face had changed from bright red to a sheet white color and I was actually afraid he was going to have a stroke or a heart attack.
And so, I went to intervene. I figured I could give him some type of a respite and let him recompose himself before I heaped a little more shame upon him.
I went up and distracted the sales girl and led her away to thank her for her service. When I saw that Don’s color had returned to normal, I figured it was time to start anew. And so I told the girl in front of Don exactly what I wanted including having him purchase two bras and a new see-through blouse as well as panties, garter belt, and hose. And I made sure he heard me tell her that I wanted him to wear his new bright red bra, with form inserts under his new see through blouse out of the store.
If you have never had the opportunity to humiliate a man, you really should at some point. And if that male happens to be your husband, that is even better. It is the most delicious feeling you can have with the exception of being filled with a large cock. And I was hoping in the near future to combine the two.
Our next stop was the shoe store. I chose Pay Less because they have a decent selection of heels and lower than average prices. I did not want to spend more than I needed on Don because I still had a pair of sharp-toed boots to buy for myself. I made sure that Don was humiliated as much as possible in the shortest amount of time. Making sure that everyone in the place could hear me, I told the clerk that my slave wanted to buy his first pair of high heels and that he needed to be measured.
She led him to a stool in the middle of the store and took out a device for measuring feet. She apparently enjoyed a good joke as the next person and she commented about how small his feet were. She then asked me if size did really matter. And I told her God yes if I had it to do over, I would never have married a man with such small hands and feet.
I gave her an idea of what we were looking for and she brought out about six pairs of shoes with a five-inch heel. Of course, I made Don try on each pair and do a walk around the store. I told him it was to make sure they fit properly although I really did not care if they hurt his feet. In fact, I was hoping that he chose a pair that would become extremely painful on his feet after he had worn them for a while.
But, I allowed him to make his own selection and then asked him, tongue in cheek of course, if he wanted to wear them home. He chose not to and I did not press the point. Nothing I could do would further humiliate him and I knew it. I was tired and hungry and just wanted to get home. And Jenny also told me she needed to get going so she could get ready for work tomorrow.
We stopped and got something to eat at McDonalds on the way and chose to go through the drive through to save time. We ate as I drove and so there was a relative quiet in the car for most of the trip. I was pleased with that as it gave me time to reflect on the day’s activities and a little time to plot and plan of where I could take this from here.
That evening when we got home, I made Don put on his new heels and do some chores in them. I wanted him to get used to wearing them because I knew he was going to spend a lot of time teetering before he really learned how to walk. The one task that I forced him to do was to vacuum all the carpets. If you have never seen a man, trying to push a vacuum while he wears high-heels, well it is a hoot. Even if you do not plan on completely feminizing your husband you should make him wear heels so he will know what you go through to make yourself attractive to him.
It was getting close to 10 p.m. when I finally allowed him to stop. I told him to come into the living room and asked him if he wanted to sit beside me or kneel at my feet. I was actually surprised with he chose the latter. I really thought that after everything he had been through he would not be in the mood to be subservient.
When he was in his position of submission, I held one of my shoes up to his lips. Without hesitation, he took it in his hands and kissed first the nylon-clad foot and then the shoe itself. I then gave him a gently pat of approval on the back of his head and he reached for my other foot and repeated the process. I was filled with joy and not a small amount of hope.
I said, “Don, I am going to make you an offer. Before I do I want you to know that I sincerely hope you do not take it. I know today was hard on you, but you should also realize that today was one of the most enjoyable days of our marriage for me. With that in mind here goes. You said earlier that you wanted out of our agreement. I took that to mean that you no longer desired to be my slave. If that is still the case you need to tell me now. And I held out the key to his chastity belt. If you take this key and unlock yourself, I will take that to mean that you are declaring your independence. But, before you decide, I must tell you that I will immediately file for divorce. I have no desire to return to the way things were. I love owning a slave and if that slave is not you, I will someone else to dominate. So now, do you want to take the key or do you want to get undressed and go to bed with me?”
You could have heard a pin drop for the next several seconds. I had just thrown a huge decision in front of Don and I knew he was torn about which way to go. And then he spoke, “Can I ask you something before I decide?”
“Of course, I know it is a big decision and you have the right to have as much information as I am willing to share with you. What is your question?”
“If I decide to stay on as your slave, are you going to allow other people to cause me pain?”
I reached down and tilted his head up so that he was looking directly into my eyes. “I am not going to lie to you, Don. If you want me to promise not to include other people in our arrangement, I will not do that. If you are going to be my slave, as you asked me to accept you as such, then you are my property. I will own you body and soul. If it amuses me to loan you out to other people, I will do that. If you do something that displeases me and I want to see you punished severely, I may well ask someone else to administer the punishment. If you cannot live with that say so now.”
“I don’t want you to leave me. But I really do not like pain and Mary kicking me in the testicles was way past anything I had ever felt before.”
I again addressed my kneeling husband. “Don, I want you to think back on today. I want you to take the entire day as a whole, not just pieces here and pieces there. Knowing that I enjoyed everything we did and you claim to worship me so much that you are willing to endure anything for my pleasure, would you go through another day exactly like this one again if I ordered you to? I need an answer because I am tired and need to go to bed. I would prefer having you lying by my side but that is up to you. Make your decision now.”
“Yes, goddess,” he announced. “I want to be your slave. And I do worship you enough to endure anything you ask.”
“Good, then.” Let’s go upstairs and get undressed and get into bed. We have both got a busy week ahead of us.”
I was up before Don the following morning. Of course, I had tried my hardest to make sure that he was as sexually frustrated as a man in a tube could be so I guess he did not sleep exceedingly well. I took a quick shower and then went to his dresser and emptied out all his underwear and socks. I replaced them with his new panties and hose. I then went down to get a cup of coffee.
I heard drawers being opened and shut from upstairs and I knew that Don was looking for his socks. He was obviously not comfortable with wearing nylons under his pants without socks to cover them up. When he came down, I inspected his dress. I could see immediately that he had decided on a way around the dilemma. He had just not put on the nylons and he had put his bare feet into his shoes.
“You know I am not going to let you get away with that,” I stated. “Go up and put on your garter belt and nylons right this minute.”
“But everyone will see that I am wearing them,” he complained.
“I suggest you make sure you have on a pair of pants that come down to your shoe tops then. And perhaps it would be best if you do not sit down outside of your office today. Now this is not up for further debate, I told you to do something and I expect you to do it. Is this perfectly clear to you, slave?”
“Yes, goddess,” he said sadly. He then left the room to follow my instructions.
When he came back down I made him remove his trousers so I could inspect what he wore underneath. He did have his garters, nylons, and panties on as he was told. I smiled to myself though when I saw that he had made the classic mistake of putting his panties on underneath the garter straps. I knew that was going to cause him all kinds of trouble every time he had to use the restroom but I was more than happy to let him discover that mistake on his own.
That evening when he came home, I asked him how he liked his day.
“I was on edge, every minute worrying about whether someone was noticing my stockings.”
“Well, did anyone comment on them?” I asked.
“No, but I was scared to death that they were going to. And then when I had to go into the men’s room I discovered how difficult it is to take a piss wearing garters and nylons. I don’t know how you women put up with that.”
“For the most part, we women are smart enough to put our garters on and hook them to our stockings before we put our panties on. That way we just go into the stall pull the panties down and sit on the seat.”
“Really and you didn’t think I should know that little piece of wisdom?”
I laughed out loud and then replied, “Some things you just need to learn for yourself. Now make dinner and I will make a list of chores for you to do. I am thinking of having a small party Friday evening and I want the house to look especially nice.”
“And may I ask what I am going to be doing at this party?”
“I think you already know the answer to that question, but in case, you don’t I am not going to spoil the surprise. Now, enough with the questions get busy.”
While he prepared dinner I made an extensive list of things I wanted to be accomplished before Friday night. I broke down the tasks by the day and I noticed that there was enough work to keep him busy every night of the week until well after midnight. I thought about whether I should perhaps help him with some of it but I decided that sleep deprivation would not hurt him. In fact, I wanted to see if I could cause him to break down a little bit. I wanted him to be particularly vulnerable for the upcoming weekend. The Friday night party was going to be the least of his worries.
After we had eaten, I handed him the list and had him read it. “Wow,” he said. “I don’t know as I will have enough hours in the evening to get all this done.”
“Well, you will just have to extend your bedtime until you finish with each day’s task. And since it is not fair that I should have to be disturbed when you come to bed late, I suggest you go upstairs now and make up the guest room for yourself. And do I need to remind you to put on your heels? From now on, unless I tell you differently when you are not at work you will be wearing nylons and heels. I know that will slow you down a little bit but it is necessary for what I have planned for you. Now, fix me a glass of wine, I want to relax before bed.”
The week seemed to fly by for me. I am not sure if it went quickly for Don or if it dragged with the extra waking hours. I did notice that every morning he looked a little more ragged. A few crows’ feet could be seen under his eyes and a few deep wrinkles started to show on his cheeks. I know I should have felt sorry for him but for some perverse reason, it gave me pleasure to see him in such misery.
I had a party planned on Friday night and had invited all of Don’s friends, co-workers, and even his immediate family. It was to be Don’s coming out party but I had to make sure that he did not find out until I had the coop-de-tat in place. So when he came home from work on Friday night I had our lawyer waiting with me. This seemed to shock him and he asked, “What is going on?”
“Well, I have decided that it is time to cement this relationship. You still want to be my slave don’t you?”
He looked sheepishly at Madelyn not really wanting to admit his servitude in front of her. I began tapping my foot loudly and he finally broke down and admitted that he did want to continue as my slave.
I then handed him a set of papers and told him to read them. It was an ironclad contract turning over all our assets into my name only. He was relinquishing all rights to property and monies that he held solely or we held jointly.
After he had finished reading through the contract, he hesitated and then asked Madelyn what happens if for some reason our marriage was dissolved.
“If you sign these papers, then you are divested of any monetary interests that you now have or that you will earn during the course of your marriage. If you decide to leave, you will leave with nothing. Now, I have no idea why you have decided that this is something you want to do. It seems like a completely ludicrous thing to me but Sandy tells me this is your wish so I drew up the papers. Once they are signed I will then become your wife’s attorney and will look out for her interests.”
Don then looked at me and asked, “Could I have a word with you alone, please?”
“I was under the impression that we had discussed and decided this. If that is not the case then Madelyn has another document that you should read. Then you can decide which one you want to sign.”
And then she handed him the petition for divorce.
He had tears in his eyes as he read it but it only took him a few minutes to make his decision. He picked up the pen and signed everything over into my name.
Madelyn picked up the signed papers, put them into her briefcase and said, “Congratulations Sandy. I am glad everything went according to your plans. I will post these documents and then I guess I will see you around 8 o’clock if the party is still on that is.”
“Absolutely, I look forward to seeing you then.”
“When she left, I turned to my now penniless slave and announced. “I am glad that is finalized aren’t you?’
“I don’t know. I think maybe, I just made the biggest mistake of my life.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? What is done is done and you cannot change it. Now go upstairs, and take a nice hot shower. Make sure you shave your legs and armpits really close. I don’t want you embarrassing me tonight. I will be up to help you dress in about 30 minutes. Do try to be ready by that time.”
I poured myself a glass of wine and went in and sat down on the sofa. I closed my eyes and happily reflected on the fact that I could now do anything I wanted to Donna and if she put up any type of a fuss, I could throw her out naked into the cold world. It was such a wonderful comforting feeling that I almost drifted off to sleep.
The 30 minutes passed quickly and before I knew it, it was time for me to join my slave in my bedroom. He was just coming out of the bathroom when I entered the room and it pleased me to notice that he had shaved off all of his body hair. He was as smooth as a baby’s behind.
“Well, done, slave. Now let me show you what I have purchased for you to wear tonight. I then went to the closet and took down a hangar with a dark red corset attached. I had it custom made to Donna’s measurements and with gel forms sewn into the bra cups. I am sure you are going to love wearing this. It will give you the girlish shape that you have always wanted. I handed it to him and told him to slide it up his body. When he was holding it in position I told him to turn around and I would help him with the laces. I started to lace it up but quickly discovered that I needed a little more leverage to pull the laces as tight as I wanted. So, I had him lay down on the floor. I put one foot in against his ass and started pulling the laces as tight as possible. He could hardly breath when I was through so I knew I had done it right.
I then told him to get up and go get a pair of red hose and put them on. He discovered that he did not need a garter belt because the corset already had garters attached. When he was done with that, I handed him a matching pair of red panties, told him to pull his disgusting cage between his legs and pull the panties tight trapping his caged cock between his legs. I could see right away that was not going to work so I told him to take off the panties and handed him a panty girdle that would be very restrictive. That held him in place.
Next, I produced a complete French maid’s uniform made of black satin and with delicate white lace around the arms. A white lace apron added the finishing touches. “And now for your shoes,” I announced. “You have no idea how difficult it is to find shoes with a 6-inch heel. And don’t you just love the shade of red? I think it will match your lipstick perfectly.”
I then made him sit down at the vanity and I applied the brightest shade of lipstick I had to his lips. And then I took my mascara and lengthened his eyelashes I finished off by tweezing his eyebrows to a narrow slit and applied dark mascara to those as well.
I checked his appearance and was quite satisfied with the spectacle I had created. I told him to look in the mirror and asked him what he thought.
“You could not have made me more hideous if you tried,” he sighed.
“I will take that as a compliment. I have rented a hall for tonight’s festivities so we need to get going. I am sure you don’t want to be late to greet our guests.”