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Absolute Control

By: masterhypnotist



I have received a great deal of email from BDSM fans about my stories. Until now they have mostly been in Mind Control. This is an experiment. If I get a high enough score and enough people read it, I will do more. If you enjoy the story, vote. Fives are appreciated. 

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I was taking an extension course in hypnosis at the University. Frankly, I was bored. Clearly. I knew more than the instructor, an attractive woman. She was talking about induction and was being very basic. I gazed at her as she talked. Monica was a tall woman, almost six feet tall. She was slender with a full figure and large breasts for her frame. I was taking the course as a way of meeting her. I am Mike Smith and I am a retired investment banker with hypnosis as my full time hobby.

I enjoy dominating women and I am always looking for new subjects I could control and make my sex slaves. The more challenging the better.

I had seen and heard Monica Louis at a University fund raising event. I was sitting across a room from her and she was telling a woman next to her that she wanted more spice in her love life. I didn't actually hear her, I read her lips as she spoke softly to the woman. I had developed the facility for reading lips many years ago when I was working with a deaf woman and she showed me how she did it. Monica was saying that what she really wanted was a man to take charge and all of the men she knew seemed intimidated by her. Unfortunately, right after saying that she got up and left.

Through a little investigating, I asked the chair of the Development Committee, I learned about her class. So here I was. My six and a half foot frame did not fit easily in the lecture hall seats. To compensate I sat in the front row where I could stretch my legs out. I must have attracted her attention.

"Mr. Smith, how do you induce a trance in a reluctant person?" I didn't have a clue what she had just said. I gave my best answer.

"Well, Dr. Lewis, you would want to gain the person's confidence and help them relax. Then you would talk about the benefits of hypnosis that would apply to the person, such as helping them sleep or concentrate. You might try relaxation drills and turn that into an hypnosis mantra." I stopped when I realized she was staring at me as were most of the class. I still didn't know what she said, but, I would bet it wasn't close to what I said.

"Thank you Mr. Smith. Mr. Golan what do you think?" Golan talked about how difficult it would be and that you would set another appointment. Obviously that's where she was going. I hung on until the end of the class. I approached Monica after the class. When she saw me she waived me over to her.

"Mr. Smith, you don't belong in this class, why are you here?"

"To meet you. I saw you at a University event and I wanted to meet you and this seemed the easiest way. I'm sorry about my answer, I wasn't paying attention when you discussed the issue so I winged it."

"I could tell you weren't paying attention and I thought I would teach you a lesson. I was the one who got the lesson. Would you like to join me for coffee at the Student Union?"

"Sure, I'd like that very much."

We walked together to the Union. It was a five minute walk. "Please call me Mike. I have been studying and practicing hypnosis for thirty years. The first day was pretty elementary and I lost focus."

"Mike, the whole class will be elementary for you. Why don't we study together privately?" 

Well, I knew why she was having trouble finding a "take charge man." She came on very strong. I was intrigued. It was fun dominating women who went on auto pilot and automatically dominated their partner. I had inside information that this woman really wanted to be dominated. 

I decided to let her lead until the time was right. After coffee she invited me to her apartment the following evening for dinner. While having coffee we traded anecdotes about our experiences with hypnosis. I did not discuss erotic hypnosis, my specialty. I decided that I would let her learn about that one. 

She asked me to come at seven o'clock and I was prompt. I do not tolerate people making me wait and I don't make people wait. When I came into her house, she ushered me into a rustic den. Over stuffed chairs and mahogani furniture. It was very comfortable. 

"Mike, I hope I haven't come on too strong. I was attracted to you the first time I saw you at the meeting. Since you were forward enough to tell me why you were taking my class, I thought I could safely invite you home."

"Monica, I love it. I am usually the one who takes charge and I don't mind a change of pace. Why didn't you say hello to me at the meeting?"

"I had to be at another meeting and had to leave. I was thrilled when I saw you in my class. Can I get you a drink?"

"Diet soda pop will be fine. Don't let me keep you from having a libation." 

"I will, thank you." She brought herself a glass of wine and a diet cola for me. I waited for her to take a sip of her drink.

"You obviously know about hypnosis, have you hypnotized many people?"

"Mike, to be honest with you, I have not. My knowledge is all from studying, no lab work." "Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"No, and I would love to have you hypnotize me." This was one time her forwardness would help her be submissive.

"Lets have dinner and I'll hypnotize you after we cleanup."

The dinner was poached salmon with asparagus and garden salad. It was very tasty and we quickly cleaned up. "Monica, lets go back into your sumptuous den?"

She nodded and joined me. I had been trying to guess her age and decided she was about thirty. We went in together and I directed her to sit in one of the overstuffed chairs. The chair had an ottoman where she could put her long legs. She was wearing a silk lounging suit that was very loose. She was wearing slippers. Standing she was six inches shorter than me. I suspected that was part of the attraction. I was certainly attracted to her. I put my hand on her waist as we walked to the den. It was soft and firm. This lady worked out. No jiggles. 

"What method would you like me to use in hypnotizing you?"

"Mike, you do whatever you believe will work. I am all yours." Was she sending me signals!

I decided that she was highly motivated and might actually be so anxious that it might not work. I would use a quick method that would not give her time to think about it. 

"Monica, stand up and make yourself stiff. Very stiff. As your body gets stiffer you will go into a deep trance. When I tell you, you will make all of your muscles limp. Now I want you to get even stiffer." I felt her arms and told her to make it stiffer. I did the same with her legs, stomach and even her neck. I could see the effort she was putting into making her body stiff. 

"Now, instantly, every muscle limp." She collapsed and I caught her and put her in the chair.

"You are now in a deep relaxing trance. When I count to three you will wake feeling terrific. When I say sleep, you will go into an even deeper trance. One, two, three." She opened her eyes. She stretched. 

"Was I hypnotized? I don't remember anything. I feel terrific." I couldn't have said it better. She was a somnambulist. Now I could get started.

"I am going to hypnotize you again. You were hypnotized. I will completely control you. Is that what you want?"

"I think so."

"Monica, sleep."

She crumbled to the floor. I talked to her as she lay there. "Monica, how do you feel?"

"Very relaxed."

"Monica, you are now under my complete control. Mind and body. You will not do anything unless I let you. Being under my control will relieve you of all of your inhibitions. There will be nothing that you won't do as long as I am the one directing you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"From now on you will call me Master if no one is around. If you think someone will hear you, you will call me Michael and think Master. Saying my name will cause you to get very aroused. You will be in a constant state of arousal when you are around me or when you are thinking about me. Do you want to be aware that you are my sex slave when you are awake?"

"Master, I want to please you. I will do what ever you desire."

"Monica, I want you to give me an answer that is independent of your desire to please me. Do you want to know you are my slave when you are awake?"

"If it doesn't work, can I change my mind?"

"Yes, you will tell me and I will make you forget. Stand up and take your clothes off."

She stood up and began striping her clothes off her body. She opened her silk top and shrugged it off. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and well shaped. Large nipples on grapefruit sized and shaped breasts. Her stomach had a six pack. She pulled her silk bottoms down and I had a surprise. No underwear at all. Just the silk outfit. She had dressed for the occasion. She stood before me, not moving. I went and felt her pussy. I put two fingers into a very wet hole. 

"When I count to three, you will wake. You will feel terrific. One, two, three."

Her demeanor changed. She looked around and then looked down. She was a real apparition. A six foot tall, beautiful woman, totally naked.

"Mike, I feel very good. When did I take my clothes off? I guess this means I was hypnotized."

"True, you were hypnotized. How do you feel?"

"Strange. I feel horny, I'm wet as hell. What did you do to me? I like it."

"I hypnotized you. You are now mine to completely control. You will do absolutely anything I tell you. The thought will almost make you cum."

"You're right. But, you can't make me do anything?"

"Yes I can. What would you not do if I instructed you to do it?"

"I wouldn't commit murder and I wouldn't hurt anyone and I wouldn't walk naked in class among other things." 

"Well, I would not tell you to kill someone. If I did you would do it." I spoke matter of fact to her. I wanted to establish my complete control. If she wanted out, she would say so.

"You will only be under my complete control while you are hypnotized. You will not have the power to consider alternatives. That relieves you of any responsibility for your actions. That is why you get so aroused, all of your cultural limitations are gone under hypnosis. If I tell you to shoot the gun, you will just do it, without thought. I will use you in every erotic way possible and you will love it."

She stood there absorbing what I said. I could tell that she was troubled. "I can't agree with that. I will not let you hypnotize me." She reached for her clothes.

"Monica, sleep." She collapsed. 

"Monica, are you sure that you want to know what is going on when you are awake?" 

She spoke without moving. "Master, you're right. I can't handle it. I want your control of me to be a separate part of my life. Please keep them separate?"

"Okay, I will do that. When you are awake you will not remember anything that happens while you are in a trance. When I say 'trance' you will go into a trance without any obvious change in your demeanor. When you are awake you will know that we are lovers and nothing more. Now to close the deal you will give me a blow job."

She came to me and kneeled down in front of me and opened my fly. She reached in with her lovely long fingers and took my, now hard, prick in her hand and placed it in her mouth. I am large and everything about me is large. Erect, I am about eight inches with a three inch diameter. I point that out because it is a large mouthful and she took the whole thing. Right down her throat. The feeling was intoxicating. She worked out the breathing as she went up and down my engorged pole. I rubbed her clit while she was servicing me. Soon I began to throb and she moaned and flooded my hand with love juice as I flooded her gullet with my semen. 

She swallowed everything. I slowly pulled out. She licked my penis as it passed out of her mouth. 

"Monica, you will move in with me. How quickly can you do it?"

"Master, I can move in tomorrow."

"Be here at seven in the evening. Do not eat dinner." I sent her on her way.

The next evening at seven sharp, Monica was at my house. She brought two large suitcases of clothes. She was wearing a simple skirt and a blouse. It was warm so she didn't need any warm clothing. "How do you feel, Monica?"

"I again feel strange. I had this compulsion to gather my things and come over here. I hope that's what you want?"

"Trance. Yes that's exactly what I want. It is what you want also. I will have my houseman put your things away. You come with me." I led her to my den. 

"We are going to dinner and I want to show you off. Take off your bra and your panties. Do it right here." She sat down and pulled her panties off. She wasn't wearing stockings. She shrugged off her blouse and took off her bra. She was now naked from the waist. She started to put her blouse back on.

"Stop, I want to show your body to Robert. Robert, hold up on putting the luggage away and come here." Robert was my houseman. He was a large, husky man. Shorter than me but heavier. Shortly Robert came into the den.

"Robert, what do you think of those tits?"

"Mr. Smith they are grand. May I touch them?"

"Of course, Robert."

Robert went over to Monica and took her breasts in his hands. He gently squeezed them. Monica moaned softly. "Robert, check her pussy."

He put his hand against her cunt and inserted a finger up her. Monica ground her body against his hand. "Its very wet, Mr. Smith. May I fuck her?"

"Not now, Robert. we are going to dinner. When we get back, I think I will let you fuck her. Ask me then." Monica was now flushed from her neck to below her waist. Her nipples were erect. Clearly she found this erotic. So did I, I was very erect. That too would have to wait. 

"Monica for your information, when you are around Robert you will still call me Master. From now on I will call you Slave, unless we are not alone. Robert will not count. Slave, put your blouse on. Leave the top three buttons loose. Robert, finish putting Slave's things in her room. We will see you later."

I took her hand and we went to the car. I was taking Monica to my favorite secluded restaurant. The restaurant was three miles from my home along the river. I had a favorite booth in the back where I could see the entire restaurant even as my guest and I would be shrouded in darkness. It was a fun place for some erotic revelations. Monica and I were led to my booth.

"Slave, unbutton the rest of the buttons on your blouse." She did as instructed. Her blouse hung loose clearly revealing her wonderful mammaries. Her nipples were turgid and her chest was flushed. I reached between her legs and rubbed her bare pussy, putting my finger on her clit. She pushed against my hand and moaned. 

The waiter came to take our order. He stared at Monica's chest. We ordered and he reluctantly left. When he came back with the bread I gestured for him to come closer. He was still staring. He leaned forward to hear what I had to say. Monica was sitting close to me and he continued to stare even as he gave me his ear.

"Do you want to feel them?" I thought he was going to pass out. He was a young man of about twenty. He did not look very mature or experienced. He started to stutter.

"I, I, I, would like that." 

"Monica, open your blouse more so the young man can feel your tits." Monica pulled her blouse wide open. He awkwardly put his hand on her breasts. He touched them like they were hot coals and almost jumped back.

"Was that nice?"

"Oh, oh, oh, yes sir." He got very red in his face.

"Would you like her to suck your cock?"

"He practically ran away." He would think about that missed opportunity for a long time. The rest of the dinner was uneventful, except several restaurant employees found reasons to come to our table. They all stared at Monica. I didn't offer her to anyone else. I paid the bill and left a generous tip. Monica and I walked out, she with her blouse wide open. We made quite a pair. She was well over six feet in heels and I was five inches taller. We both looked athletic. Monica walked very erect. My cock was feeling very erect.

When we got home Robert opened the door for us. "Mr. Smith, do I get to fuck her now?" 

I had forgotten our conversation. I wanted to be the one fucking Monica. I guess I could let Robert warm her up, since I had promised him. Monica clearly did not need "warming up."

"Slave, I want you to let Robert fuck you. Robert, do it doggy fashion. Slave take your clothes off and take the doggy position." Robert quickly stripped and Monica took off her blouse and skirt. Her pussy was very moist. You could see the moisture glistening on her pubic hair. Robert was quite large, almost as big as me. He was ready. He did no preliminaries. He got behind her and pushed in. She gasped and pushed back against him. "Slave, when you feel Robert ejaculate, you will cum."

Soon Robert started to grunt and jerk. Monica moaned loudly and bucked backwards against him. Like two dogs they stayed together for several moments. Robert pulled out and Monica collapsed face down.

"Robert you can go to your room." He gathered his clothes and left. Now it was my turn. I decided that I wanted to try her ass first. Monica was still laying ass up on the floor. 

"Slave, get back up in the doggy position. I am going to fuck you in the ass and you are going to have your biggest orgasm, ever." I slapped her ass and she quickly took the position. I pushed into her swampy cunt to get moist. I put my hand in there to get more lubricant. First I lubricated her ass with my wet fingers then I pushed my cock into her.

"Slave, you will not tighten your sphincter as I enter you." She didn't. Her ass was really tight. I pushed in slowly until I was buried in her bowels. I then pumped slowly. While I was pumping I was rubbing her clit with my right hand and pinching her left nipple with my left hand. She was making a lot of noise. No words that I could understand. I felt my testicles tighten and I knew I was close.

"When you hear me cum you will have your monstrous orgasm. Now!" She arched her back and screamed. I felt her body quivering. I slowly pulled out.

"Lick me clean." She did, it felt grand. She had a wonderful tongue. It was time to retire for the evening.

"Slave, how did you like your first day of being completely controlled?"

"Master, I have never felt so free. I have never been so aroused or fulfilled. I didn't want the day to end."

"I have to end your trance now. You can't be in a permanent trance. You will remember having sex and that it was very satisfying. The details will be very hazy and you will not remember being hypnotized. You will enjoy spending the night with me. You will suggest we spend the night together. When ever I say: 'Wake,' you will switch from a trance state to a awaken state. Wake."

There was no obvious change in her demeanor. "Mike, I want to sleep together tonight."

"I would love that."

"I am very tired, let's go to bed now."

There were two complete bathrooms attached to my master suite. I went into one and brushed my teeth and hung my clothes up. I assumed Monica would use the other. I came out and she was already in the bed with the covers pulled up to her neck. I laughed. She giggled. 

"I hope you don't expect me not to look?"

"Mike, I don't know what I expect. I just want to feel you next to me. I want to feel you eclipse me. I am so tired of men being smaller than me. Come to bed, please?"

I got in next to her and kissed her while I massaged her breasts and cunt at the same time. She grabbed my engorged tool. We held each other like that for awhile. I was tempted to say trance, but didn't. I wanted her to remember sex with me on a conscious level. I preferred being in absolute control. This would be a change. She certainly would do what ever I asked. She would be doing it voluntarily, rather then involuntarily.


Absolute Control



Chapter 1.

Peter enjoyed the relationship he had with his wife enormously. From the very outset she had taken the lead, and he was only too happy to follow. It was Fiona who started to chat him up when they first met at a friend's wedding, Fiona who asked him out on their on a date and Fiona who eventually proposed marriage.

Fiona was the main breadwinner, organized their social life and gave Peter instructions on almost every aspect of their domestic life together. But to their friends and family it didn't appear that way at all. They were always very relaxed in each other's company, were superb hosts and gave the impression that they were, no more than that, they were actually very much in love.

They lived comfortably in the suburbs, both commuting to work each morning and applying themselves diligently to their careers.

This had been going on for nearly a year after their marriage when the relationship began to change, at first in a very subtle way, and it all started in the bedroom......

"Peter, would you be a darling and bring a glass of water up with you when you come to bed, and don't be too long."

Fiona was ready for bed, and stretching her arms above her head she reluctantly lifted her feet from Peter's lap and climbed off the sofa." Peter had been massaging her toes through her stockinged feet for most of the evening as they half watched some French film with sub-titles on the television, which neither of them really enjoyed.

"I'm coming now too, Fi.'

Peter slapped the top of his thighs with his hands and stood up, pointing the remote at the television like a gun and turned the French off without a second thought.

"Au Revoir losers." 

Their relationship was still very fresh, and they both looked forward to bed, making love nearly every night, usually in quite a vanilla way.

Peter climbed into bed and cuddled up to his wife, smelling her minty breath and playfully kissing the tip of her nose. 

"Naught, naughty. Peter has disobeyed me. No sex for you tonight." 

Fiona smiled at her husband, kissing him passionately and guiding his fingers down between her legs. She gasped as Peter skillfully and softly caressed her in the familiar way that they had nurtured together. They just knew how to please each other, using familiar techniques that always made them climax. Fiona rubbed against his fingers, running her hands through his long black hair, biting his top lip and rolling him onto his back. She just loved being on top, and would sometimes fantasize that she was the one doing the thrusting, but she vowed that she could never ever reveal that fantasy, even to Peter.

Peter started to move his hips, rubbing his erect penis against Fiona's stomach as he continued to ease his soaking fingers in and out of his very excited wife.

"No Peter, I said no and I meant it." 

Fiona lifted herself up onto her knees and away from Peter's phallus, and grabbing hold of the headboard she pulled herself up over his face.

"Put your hands behind your head Peter, right now."

Peter was enjoying this little game and locked his still wet fingers together behind his head as Fiona slowly lowered herself down onto his face.

"Now make me cum Peter. Concentrate solely on my pleasure." 

Peter looked up at the curls, the wet fullness of Fiona's lust and closed his eyes as the musty sensations descended on his nose and tongue. Fiona started slowly, grinding her hips back and forth over Peter's face, feeling his tongue searching hungrily inside her. She began to press harder, sitting down and clamping her knees down hard on Peter's elbows.

"Come on boy, work for Mummy." 

Her voice was thick with lust, and Peter could tell that she was expecting his tongue to find the spot and do it's job properly. He gasped for breath, feeling his cheeks redden as the top of Fiona's thighs rubbed hard against his face, clamping him in position. After an age she rose up, giving him a chance to gasp in a breath, before she pressed back down again, this time faster and harder, her head back, bucking her hips, riding him like a saddle, oblivious to his comfort or needs. 

Then a rising scream, faster and faster, two, three final pushes, a half smile as the rising flutter between her legs flowed upwards and took over her whole body. She fell back onto her hands, losing control momentarily as the juices flooded out and she climaxed joyously into Peter's open mouth. 

After a moment she felt Peter's head start to wriggle free.

"Don't you dare move. Not one inch Peter." 

Peter was startled at the severity of Fiona's tone. Usually when she climaxed she would curl up to him in a loving embrace and after a few moments it would be his turn. Despite his jaw aching his penis had hardened, in a Pavlovian response to the exquisite anticipation of entering his beloved Fi.

"I have not finished with you yet, Peter." 

This time her voice was more kindly. She pushed herself up with her hands, and looked down on him, their eyes meeting. She continued to clamp his face, sitting down hard to keep his mouth open.

"I have a gift for you, as you made Mummy's cummy so nice."

Peter wondered if she would take his penis into his mouth. This had happened a few times early in their courtship, and it had been quite lovely. His cock hardened even more at the thought, and he felt a rush of adrenalin. But then it came. At first he was not aware what was happening. He felt a salty taste in him mouth, something warm. But soon it filled the space and he felt himself swallowing, automatically. Then again. He realised then what was happening, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. As he struggled Fiona clamped tighter around his head.

"You are not being ungrateful, are you Peter?" Fiona said slowly.

"Be a good boy now, swallow for Mummy." 

Peter had to concentrate. Fiona carefully controlled her releases, ensuring that he swallowed each mouthful before she continued. She wanted to ensure that every drop was consumed. Every drop. As she looked down she could see her husband's eyes looking up at her. She was completely dominating him and it was really really turning her on. 

At last she finished, and she lifted herself momentarily from his face allowing him to breathe properly. His lips were wet, but he had completed his task entirely to Fiona's satisfaction. 

"Dry me Peter, there's a good boy. "

Peter used the tip of his tongue searching out the tiny beads of dew on her hair, feeling the textures, taking in the sweet mix of aromas, worshipping his beautiful wife. She moved forward, impaling herself onto the tip of his nose, sliding backwards and forward, teasing him with all kinds of olfactory delights. 

Finally, just as Peter started to explore further with his tongue, she lifted herself up, swinging her leg over his chest and snuggling back down into the bed, curling herself around his back.

Peter tried to turn and face her, but Fiona was having none of that.

"No Peter, you stay there, and go to sleep."

"But Fi, aren't we going to...."

"Peter you disobeyed me. As a consequence you are not going to have sex with me tonight, at least not on your terms. Now go to sleep, and we will talk about it more in the morning."

"But, what do you mean I disobeyed you. What sort of language is that Fi?" 

Peter sounded cross.

"Don't get all huffy Peter, you know I don't like it. You failed to bring me a glass of water as I asked you to. So the punishment is you will not have sex with me."

"But that is ridic...."

"Stop it Peter. Right now. Go to sleep before I really get cross."

Peter got out of bed, and Fiona heard him stomp into the bathroom, returning with a glass of water, which he banged down hard on the bedside table next to Fiona. 

"There. Satisfied now. Is that obedient enough for you?"

Fiona sat up, turned on the bedside light, calmly took a sip and placed the glass back down on the table. She was really enjoying this, but just couldn't quite understand why.

Peter sat on the bed next to her, and Fiona lovingly ran her hand down his back.

"Shhh, shhh, my love. Such a silly little outburst. Now come back to bed."

As they snuggled up together again, Fiona pressed herself up against Peter's back, curling her leg around his hip. Her fingertips tap tapped the top of his penis, and she could feel how hard it was. Peter gasped.

"Please Fi, can we."

"No Peter, we cannot. Hush now and sleep."

Eventually they both drifted off to sleep, but a light had been turned on inside Fiona's head, and she liked what she could see. A lot.

Over breakfast the next morning Fiona ran her finger around the rim of her coffee cup and tilted her head to one side. She then looked up slowly at her husband as he scooped his cornflakes up and into his mouth.

Peter looked up and met her gaze.

"What?" 

Peter spoke with his mouth full, a drop of milk running down his chin.

Fiona looked at him in silence for a moment, then stood up and walked into the hall. She went up close to the hall mirror, licked her index finger and made a minor adjustment to her mascara, before putting on her jacket and picking up a matching clasp bag. She looked every inch the powerful young executive. Impeccably dressed, vibrant, focused and in total control.

She stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Come and wave me off dear." 

Fiona crooked her finger and looked at him without smiling.

Peter hated this part of the day. It clearly made sense for his wife to work as she could earn four times as much as Peter, but did she have to insist on this ritual every morning. He felt like a housewife standing at the door, giving his wife a peck on the cheek and watching her drive off, leaving him to the dishes and the washing before he eventually got dressed and started writing.

In her heels Fiona was a little taller than Peter, and as she left that morning she put a hand on his shoulder, and looked down on him slightly. She loved this part of her day.

"We will have a little talk tonight dear," she said, patting the end of his nose with her finger. He looked at her, beautifully dressed and confident, whilst he, in stark contrast, stood in his pajamas, a pinny round his waist, holding his wife's dirty breakfast bowl in his hand.

Then she left. Peter watched the car disappear behind the privet hedge and closed the door. He loved his wife, but somehow he sensed that something was missing, and he couldn't quite think what it could be.

As Fiona drove through London, her painted fingernails drumming on the steering wheel, she knew exactly what was missing from their relationship and precisely what she intended to do about it. 

As the day unfolded Fiona grew in confidence and felt sexier than ever. Peter shuffled around the house listlessly, the highlight of his day being the moment, on his knees in front of the washing machine, that he ejaculated into his wife's dirty panties, before guiltily stuffing them in the wash and shutting the door. 

Over dinner that evening Fiona poked and prodded at her pasta absentmindedly, occasionally looking out of the window and then at Peter. She watched as he shoveled the food onto his fork gorging on the thick, creamy goo in front of him. For the second time that day Fiona felt a little disappointed with her husband.

"Peter, I have been thinking about last night. I enjoyed myself."

Her husband wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked up at her. 

"Did you enjoy yourself Peter?" 

Peter blushed. He always felt incredibly uncomfortable discussing sex and hoped that Fiona would change the subject, and quickly.

"It was ok. You seemed to enjoy it a lot, but I felt a bit frustrated in the end. How is the pasta honey?"

"The pasta is fine Peter, don't change the subject. So, Peter, how do you feel today? Still frustrated, or did you wank into my panties again?"

Peter blushed scarlet with embarrassment and wriggled in his seat. Fiona smiled to herself, and with elbows on the table, lent forward, eyebrows raised, resting her chin on her locked hands.

"Hmmm? Still frustrated?" 

Fiona emphasized the first syllable, drawing out the word seductively as she looked at her husband, arms folded, leaning back in his seat, aching with embarrassment. Peter pleaded with his eyes for this to stop, but Fiona was far to wet to stop now. 

"Shall I take that as a no, or a yes Peter?" Fiona maintained her stare, unblinking, looking at her husband, awaiting his response with interest.

"It, it was ok on reflection, I mean, thinking about it today. I quite liked the control actually. Can we talk about something else?"

Fiona felt an extraordinary thrill inside. A heady mind-blowing rush of adrenalin. This was one of the most erotic moments in their marriage and she was determined to make it last as long as possible.

"That is good Peter. That is a very good answer. I want to explore this with you further tonight. Do you agree to do that for me?'

"You mean another night without sex?"

As Peter spoke the words he tried to sound disappointed, but his voice was thick with lust. The idea that his wife would control his sexual releases was turning him on madly. 

"I am not sure. Shouldn't we be, I mean, shouldn't we just be a normal couple?'

Fiona smiled, pushing her plate towards her husband. 

"Run along and do the washing-up, while I have a bath. Is that normal enough for you?" 

Fiona stood up, deliberately dropped her napkin on the floor and left the room. 

"Be upstairs in 40 minutes, and knock before you enter."

Peter put his finger into his wife's plate, and licked the creamy sauce. Something stirred deep within him and he went about his chores almost breathless with desire. Eventually he turned the hall light out and walked slowly upstairs. He knocked gingerly on the bedroom door and waited for a reply.

"Come in Peter."

As he entered his wife sat at the dressing table in a delicate ivory negligee, touching up her lip-gloss. The room had a heady scent of expensive perfume and hairspray, an overwhelmingly fresh, feminine smell. Fiona picked up a silver atomizer and sprayed her neck and cleavage. She looked incredibly sexy. 

She turned to Peter, uncrossing her legs, holding a large pink silk bag on her lap, with a large gold clasp. Peter had not seen it before. It was covered in silver sequins and pink beads.

"I want you take off your clothes Peter and come and stand in front of me"

Peter's mouth went dry and he felt a lump in his throat. He looked again at the purse, and then up at Fiona's smiling face as he took his clothes off and laid them on the chair. Then he stood in front of Fiona, hands clasped in front.

"Hands on your head Peter. I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, did I?"

Peter quickly placed his hands on his head.

"Now Peter, before we go to bed tonight I am going to give you a choice."

Fiona opened the bag and took out a pair of steel handcuffs and then a strange contraption with a series of interlocking rings and a perforated steel tube at the end. Holding up each object in turn she spoke quietly.

"This, or this? You decide?"

Peter laughed nervously.

"But I don't understand Fi, what are they for?"

Fiona looked at her husband for a moment.

"You can come to bed with your hands restrained behind your back, or you can come to bed with your penis restrained and your hands free. Either way is fine by me. The result is exactly the same. You give over control of your penis to me."

As Fiona spoke those words they both felt themselves rise up onto a different level of consciousness. This was the moment that Fiona had been waiting for. Would Peter be willing or unwilling? Could this really work? Peter looked at the two objects again, and partly out of curiosity, and partly because he wanted to caress his wife, he pointed quickly at the rings, unable to speak.

"Good. You have made a decision. I am pleased. Now step forward, and close your eyes."

Peter obliged, and felt a rush as Fiona barked at him to open his legs slightly. She weighed his testicles in her hand teasingly before snapping a ring into place above them. Peter could feel her delicate fingers pull his semi-erect penis through another ring and then felt the end being pushed into a long cold metal tube. He heard a click and then Fiona let go of the tube and the weight pulled his penis down. The cold metal caused his erection to subside. Two more clicks as the back of the tube was fixed to the ring around his testicles, pulling the tube down between his legs, unable to be lifted without painfully pulling on his sack.

"There, all tucked up nicely. Now we can have a lovely early night. Open your eyes now."

Fiona stood up, gently bringing Peter's hands down and led him to the bed. She couldn't believe how turned on she felt. Peter couldn't believe how excited he felt. Their first kiss was an incredible experience for both of them. Peter found himself in an almost trance like state as Fiona pulled him down gently on the bed and started to caress his neck and chest. 

Peter felt incredibly turned on, but was unable to get an erection, and certainly there was absolutely no chance of an orgasm. Yet he was enjoying the evening far more than the previous evening, and particularly the loving and open caresses from his wife, which had slowly faded from their love making over the last few weeks.

Fiona never went anywhere near his penis or the device, concentrating instead on long erotic kisses and her own personal sexual pleasure. When Fiona eventually sat astride his chest there was no anxiety, no thighs clamped around his head. Fiona softly and lovingly rubbed her glistening pussy over his lips allowing her husband to put his hands around her slim waist and caress her buttocks. 

Fiona took her time, and with Peter's skillful tongue she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, throwing her head back and letting out an almost primeval scream. The juices poured down Peter's throat and he lapped them up, feeling happier and more satisfied than he had for weeks. They both fell asleep in each other's arms, Peter burying his head into his wife's perfumed hair.

In the morning Peter leapt out of bed very early, took a quick shower and was shaved, dressed and preparing breakfast happily long before his wife appeared. Over breakfast they smiled at each other like newly weds, and when it came time for Fiona to leave for work he opened the front door and the car door for her, standing proudly in the street in his pinny waving until she disappeared over the horizon.

As he returned to the house Fiona drummed her painted nails on the steering wheel and plotted her next move. She felt wet and smiled wickedly to herself. This was going to be one almighty head rush.

Chapter 2.

The clocks moved forward and the lighter evenings started to herald in the first signs of summer. Peter looked out of the kitchen window wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves finishing off the dishes. His wife had given him an incredibly frilly yellow pinny which she insisted he wore 'to brighten up the tedium of domesticity' as she put it. At first he refused to wear it, but Fiona had a veritable armory of persuasive techniques at her disposal now, and they all stemmed from her control over her husband's penis.

"Fiona, I have been thinking." 

Fiona looked up from her laptop and saw her husband's back as he stared out of the window into the fading light in the garden.

"I am not sure that is wise, is it." Fiona sounded playful and mischievous.

"No, seriously Fi. I mean, how long is this going to go on for?"

Fiona smiled. 

"How long is what going to go on for Peter?'

"You know exactly what I mean?" 

Peter turned round and looked at his wife, holding his wet hands up in the air. Fiona smiled at her husband, thrilled by the glorious clash of feminine colours, all pink rubber and yellow frills adorning her little maid man.




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"We haven't even scratched the surface dear."

As she spoke those words she decided it was time to have a proper discussion with her husband.

"Now dear, take off those gloves and come and sit down here beside me." 

Fiona patted the chair next to her and closed the lid on her laptop. 

"Come on, don't dilly dally."

Peter pulled the gloves off, laying them on the draining board and sat down beside her. He crossed his legs, brushing his pinny smooth in a way that caused Fiona to smile to herself. 

"It has been a week now wearing your little restraint, and I am really enjoying it. But I want us to take this a bit further now?"

Peter looked at his wife as she took his hands into hers firmly, turning him towards her.

Peter started to speak but Fiona continued.

"Shh, shh. Just listen darling."

Peter blushed and dropped his shoulders in submission. He knew instinctively when it was wise not to interrupt his wife.

"I have been impressed by your control over the last week, and I have decided to reward you. Now I want you to finish washing-up and come upstairs. Ten minutes Peter."

With that Fiona stood up and went upstairs. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and took out a large brown parcel.

Peter once again knocked gingerly on the door and waited for his wife's reply.

"Come in Peter."

Once inside Peter saw the parcel on the bed and froze.

"Take off your pinny and your clothes Peter, and then stand at the bottom of the bed with your hands behind your back."

Fiona closed the curtains slowly and then proceeded to lock the bedroom door as Peter neatly laid his clothes on the chair.

"Good. Now I have a gift for you. One that will make me very happy. But first, we are going to have a little chat."

Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in her suit. As she crossed her legs Peter could see the top of her stocking and felt a twinge as the pressure started to build inside his cage.

"I am going to give you a choice Peter. You like choices don't you?"

As she spoke Fiona tapped her fingers on the parcel.

"If you love me Peter you will choose to open the parcel and wear whatever is inside, without question. Is that clear?"

Peter looked worried.

"What is the choice then Fiona, I don't understand?"

"The choice is a simple one Peter. If you wear this I will be happy and we will have a lovely physical relationship that will make me happy. If you do not then we will stop having any sexual relationship right now, and forever. You decide."

"But what is it Fiona?"

"If you open the parcel Peter you must wear it. You have to make your decision now. Agree and open the parcel or move into the spare room right now. I am going to have a bath now, to give you time to think about it. You can continue to stand there and think about your decision."

Peter watched as his wife slipped her heels off, and standing up in her stockinged feet unzipped her skirt, letting it slip down to her ankles. He watched as she sat down undoing her suspenders and rolling her stockings down each leg. He ached with desire for her, and felt his penis swell into its cage pulling the tight ring above his testicles taut. He desperately wanted to get out of this thing and make love, and right now. 

Fiona gathered up all her clothes and laid them on the chair on top of Peter's. She ran her fingers over Peter's buttocks as she passed him, whispering into his ear?

"Take your time Peter. Take your time."

Peter thought the question was a bit silly really. How could he refuse and lose any chance of a relationship with his wife. That would be madness. But what was in the parcel? As Fiona bathed next door he tried to guess what it could be. He decided it was probably a skirt or something. Fiona had enjoyed flirting with Peter's feminine side throughout their relationship. She knew how it turned him on when she complimented his funny little feminine ways. The way he sat or flicked his hair. As they grew more comfortable in their domestic life he felt more and more at ease with Fiona's little requests.

Fiona would lie in the bath shaving her legs and then make Peter shave his too. It turned her on watching her husband flirting with these little female pleasures. Then she would show him how nice it felt pulling on stockings when your legs are silky smooth. 

Peter stood at the end of the bed, hands on his head, thinking. He could hear Fiona singing to herself in the bath.

What was in the parcel. Could he really wear it, whatever 'it' was. He told himself it must be a dress. Could he live like that? It might ok, he thought to himself. He often let himself imagine what it would be like if he was completely feminized by Fiona, but it was a subject he could never raise with her. God, no. He could never ever do that. So far it was just little flirty moments, part of their love-making, nothing more than that.

Fiona returned half and hour later, a towel wrapped across her chest and one on her hair, twisted above her head in a huge turban. She smelt of soap and talc and her skin was pink and warm.

In silence she dropped the towel from around her chest and stood in front of Peter. She then pulled the towel from her hair and shook her wet hair down, pulling it behind her ears.

"Well, that feels better." 

Fiona climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged in front of the parcel, which she pulled towards her, hiding herself from Peter's gaze.

"Have you made your decision Peter?"

As she spoke she scratched the back of her shoulder, which made her chest push forwards towards Peter. He could see her nipples, hard and pink in front of him, and he could hardly breathe with lust.

Peter wondered why he felt so nervous.

"Remember Peter. If you choose to open the parcel there is no going back. That has to be your final decision."

Peter looked at the parcel and then back at his wife. She looked incredibly sexy. Her lips were full and red, her skin flawless, her eyes sparkling with life.

"I haven't got a choice Fi. I don't really understand what is going on, but I want to open the parcel please."

"Good. A decision. Now Peter, if you open this you must understand this is not a game. Your decision will dictate how we live our lives together forever. Is that clear?"

Once again Peter thought about wearing female clothes. Being forced to. He had to stop thinking about it as it began once again to hurt his penis.

"It is clear Fi, I understand."

"Ok then. Now you can open the parcel. The act will seal the Contract between us.

Fiona handed the parcel up to Peter, exposing herself to him as she did. 

Peter slowly untied the string and noticed the date stamp. He realized that this had been posted to Fiona over a year ago, just before their wedding. Perhaps this was a forgotten wedding present. No, that would be silly.

Inside he found a cardboard box which he put down on the bed. Leaning forward he peeled back the tissue and took out a heavy steel belt with a smooth steel contraption at the front. It was beautifully made with letter "P" in an elaborate script engraved on the front.

Peter held it up, and at first felt an enormous sense of relief that it wasn't a dress!

Fiona was almost shaking with excitement. She watched her husband turning the belt round and round in his hands and thrilled at the perplexed expression on his face. This was so much better than she thought it would be.

Put it on the bed Peter, and put your hands on your head.

Peter put the belt down and resumed his position. Fiona unwrapped her legs and knelt at the end of the bed.

"Time to take this little thing out of its cage for a little while." 

Fiona used a tiny key from around her neck to unlock the restraint and watched as Peter's trapped penis started to come to life in her fingers. This had been the longest time he had gone without an erection that he could remember, and he felt incredibly turned on. 

So did Fiona, but for a completely different reason, and one that was driving her almost insane with anticipation.

"There. All done. Now take a good look at yourself Peter.'

Peter looked down and saw his penis protruding forward over the bed, bobbing rhythmically upwards in the experienced fingers of his wife's loving caresses. 

"Time for your finale Peter. Make it a good one. The show ends tonight and the theatre is closing."

Peter didn't understand what Fiona was talking about, and actually wasn't really listening. He looked down as she took the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the base of his helmet and pulling it up to the top of her mouth and into her throat. Peter nearly died. Fiona was always good at this, but this was just incredible, especially after a week of enforced abstinence. 

He tried to hang on, to enjoy the moment, to make it last, but the sensation of Fiona's tongue on his penis was just too much, his head went back, and letting out a little cry it happened. Fiona sucked him deeper inside, squeezing her lips tightly around the shaft and swallowed every last drop hungrily. 

Then it was over. Fiona let the wet glistening phallus slip from her mouth, and with the back of her hand she wiped her wet lips dry. 

Peter looked down, his knees shaking.

'That was amazing Fi. Truly incredible."

Fiona didn't respond or look up. She opened the belt with a loud click and wrapped it around Peter's waist where it sat comfortably on his hips. Then taking his still wet half erect penis between her fingers she slipped it into a long tube behind the flat steel panel at the front, forcing it between his legs. Then she clipped a ring around his testicles holding everything in place.

The front panel curved downwards and inwards from the belt between his legs, giving his crotch an entirely smooth female appearance. He was amazed how comfortable everything felt. Then Fiona spoke.

"There. A perfect fit. Thank goodness we got all those measurements right when the 'tailor' measured you for your wedding suit."

Peter recalled how much fuss the tailor Fiona arranged to come to the house had made measuring and re-measuring down there, and realized now that this was not just to make sure his suit trousers fitted.

"Right. Now we can begin. Peter, I want you to tell me to lock your belt. I must hear those words from you personally. Then we can get on with our lives."

Peter didn't really understand, but the belt certainly felt more comfortable than the chastity device, and right at this moment in time he was feeling really loving towards Fiona.

Fiona's heart was racing. If he said those words it would be it. Permanent chastity. Forever. This belt could not be removed ever. The thought caused her to drip onto the sheets. She couldn't believe how mind blowing this experience was. The thought of it almost caused her to cum spontaneously there and then.

Peter looked down. He could see how turned on Fiona was, and desperately wanted to serve her needs.

"Please Fiona, please lock my belt."

Fiona's mouth was dry.

"Remember Peter, you asked for it. You made the decision to open the box. Are you sure?"

Peter nodded quietly. 

"I am sure Fiona."

Fiona felt around the back of the belt and pulled a lever, click, click, snap. Then again on the sides and underneath the front. As each part fused together the silver levers broke off into Fiona's hands. She showed them to Peter. Five neat little rods designed to sheer off when closed making it impossible to open the lock again.

"Well. All done. Now we will have to see how this changes things."

Fiona patted the front panel and pulled Peter onto the bed. As they kissed Fiona pulled Peter on top of her and wrapped her legs around the top of his thighs. It took just a few seconds before she started to shake and an incredible wave took over her entire body, She screamed with joy and had the most satisfying orgasm of her life. Her dream had finally come true and it was more magnificent, more powerful and more beautiful than she could ever have possibly imagined.

Chapter 3.

For the first few days Peter actually enjoyed the situation. His relationship was Fiona felt new and fresh again, and he loved the way that she was so hot in bed every evening. She positively lapped up all his advances and he found that he could make her cum again and again with the most delicate of touches. Although he missed the intimacy of sex this enforced chastity wasn't all bad, and he kept telling himself that it was just a lovely game of foreplay, although panned out over a few days rather than a few minutes. He did however find it strange that he couldn't see or feel his penis, and as the days went by he found that this was having an odd psychological affect on him. He felt emasculated, and he was surprised to find how much that feeling turned him on.

Still, Peter thought to himself, it is quite fun at the moment, and the belt fitted so well and was so aesthetically pleasing that he carried on with Fiona's game without complaint.

Fiona was in a state of almost constant sexual arousal, and her heightened libido seemed to grow by the day, as did her confidence. She recalled a night in her youth when she stupidly sniffed a couple of lines of coke and the massive surge of confidence that gave her. This felt quite similar, except it was also accompanied by an aching desire. She had never changed her panties so many times in her life. 

Every morning driving to work she would have the same daydream. What if I never release him? What if this could really go on forever? The more she thought about it the hotter she got. All rational thoughts went out of her head. The idea of keeping Peter in perpetual chastity, never seeing or feeling his penis again was mind-blowingly erotic. The more frustrated he became the better. The harder the experience for Peter the more erotic the experience would be for her. This was just too perfect.

When Fiona arrived at her office she immediately had to run to the Ladies and change her panties. Sometimes she would just sit their quietly frigging herself just thinking about it.

But today was different. This was a special day for Fiona, and one where she would behave herself, for today she was having lunch with Sarah, her dearest friend, and the only person that she had ever discussed her sexuality with, ever. They had met in Oxford over 10 years ago, and had remained close ever since, being bridesmaids at each other's weddings, and often staying with each other, both with and without their husbands.

Fiona determined that she would confess everything to Sarah, and she just couldn't wait to find out how Sarah would react. They met at Fino's brasserie at 1230hrs as arranged. 

"You look amazing Fi, positively blooming. You are not...."

"No, no, no I am not." Fiona slapped Sarah's wrist playfully.

"That is one thing I am most definitely sure of"

"Oh. Sorry Fi, have I hit a raw nerve there?"

Fiona smiled at he friend. 

"No, not a all. It is just, well, I am not sure where to start really."

Sarah sipped her wine slowly and sat back looking at her friend. She felt a sudden rush of affection as Fiona pulled her hair back over her ears. This always gave her a slightly bookish, intellectual look which Sarah had always found hugely endearing. At University she joked that she hung around with Fiona because she made her look clever by association. In fact both girls were in their own right extraordinarily bright, and both had glittering careers, totally eclipsing the achievements of their partners.

"There isn't any point in beating around the bush. I have put Peter into chastity and it is, quite simply, the most erotic experience of my life. It has totally consumed me Sarah, actually in quite a frightening way."

Sarah sat upright.

"You have my attention now Fi. Are you worried that Peter is playing around or something?"

"No, not at all. He would never do that. But that isn't the point. It is for me, not for him. The idea of controlling him sexually is just so hot. I fitted him with a chastity belt just over two weeks ago and since then he has not been able to see his penis, or touch it. It is permanently fixed between his legs. He can't get an erection and he definitely can't cum. It is just too thrilling."

"What about sex? Don't you miss his, well, you know his thingy?"

"Yes, I do, a bit. But it is still there, and I can tell from Peter's frustration that he desperately wants to use his 'thingy' as you put it. But he can't. I am in absolute control, and there is nothing he can do about it."

Fiona's eyes were bright and alive; her face flushed pink and as she spoke her voice thickened slightly. Sarah looked at her, intrigued. She knew her friend was a passionate girl, but this was on quite a different level."

"God, I have so many questions Fi. What does Peter think? How long will you keep him like this?"'

Fiona shrugged.

"At the moment he is going along with it. He thinks it's a bit of a game, and I think he likes the feeling of being constantly horny. He often used to complain how unfair the finality of a male orgasm was compared to the fun we girls can have. So he thinks this is a kind of drawn out foreplay.

As for how long, well that is where I find rational thought almost impossible, because the more I think about it being permanent the hotter I get. Sarah, the idea of Peter never ever having an erection again, never seeing his penis again is just so incredibly erotic.

I just don't know. If he did want to take it off it would be a huge task. All the locks are permanent and irreversible and it made from reinforced steel and titanium. The manufacturers say it would take about 18 hours to remove by their own specialist team with all manner of different cutters and cost $100,000 for them to do, rising by £10,000 annually. That was part of the Contract. It made it even sweeter knowing that having it removed would not only be extremely difficult but would bankrupt him too."

Fiona laughed nervously. Sarah just looked at her open mouthed. 

"Fiona Mary Carrington, you are a she-devil, so you are."

"Don't Sarah."

Fiona dabbed her mouth with her napkin.

" Am I? No, don't answer that. We will see where it goes, but I am pleased that you know, that someone else knows. If you think I am a mad then you must tell me. Don't let me go too far will you. I need you to give me a sense of proportion here because, I can tell you, I haven't got one at he moment."

Driving home that evening Fiona felt a new sense of determination. Sarah hadn't exactly voted her friend into high office for her behaviour, but on the other hand she hadn't rebuked her for acting irresponsibly. Fiona took that as a kind of tacit approval, and that was enough, more than enough to continue guilt free with her plan.

As the weeks went by it became harder and harder for Peter, and he began to regret his decision. He also started to a get a nagging feeling in his head that this might go on for longer than he could cope with. Fiona observed Peter's growing frustration with increasing enjoyment. The whole experience was getting hotter and hotter for her, the more frustrated Peter became the more it turned her on, and the less likely that she would ever release him. It became a vicious circle where the more difficult the situation became for Peter the more delicious the experience for Fiona.

But it was in the bedroom that Fiona was having the most fun. Every night she would start their session by running her fingers down Peter's front panel and between his legs. She would whisper how lovely he looked with such a smooth profile, and told him how he looked like a girl and how pretty he would look in panties.

Fiona took the lead in every aspect of their love making, cumming four or five times a night on his face, impaled on his fingers or just rubbing herself astride his thighs. But tonight she was going to try something new, something that she had fantasized over for years, and now exactly three months after Peter's encasement she was going to do it.




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It helped that Peter was now pleading with her to be released almost every day, often on his knees and usually in tears. She loved that so much. She would run her fingers softly through his hair looking down on him tenderly. She loved the feel of his hot tears on her thighs, loved the sound of his broken voice, his red eyes looking up at her, his desperate sobs.

"Shh baby. Don't be so sad. I love you and I want you to be happy. Trust me, this is for your own good. You are such a lovely man like this, and just think how nice it is to always feel desire. You don't need a silly orgasm to ruin that feeling now do you?"

Peter would think up all sorts of reasons why this was not a good idea, but for some reason that even he didn't understand, he never went further than pleading. The problem always seemed to subside in his mind after a while, and he had moments where he was nearly enjoying the experience. But overall the feeling of frustration was definitely getting much harder for him.

That evening Fiona made Peter sit on the edge of the bed naked and told him not to move. She pulled the suitcase out from under the bed as she had done 3 months ago and pulled out a long shiny steel phallus. 

"Now Peter, tonight you are going to make love to me like a real man. This is your new penis, and it is made to fit on the front of your belt, just like this."

Fiona took the base of the shaft and slid it down along two small grooves on his front panel. It made a satisfying clicking sound as it locked into position, and they could both see that it was made with the same level of craftsmanship, the same attention to detail as the rest of the belt.

Peter looked down and had the strangest sensation. He had almost got used to not having a penis and now this thing, rampant between his legs, seemed almost alien. But more than that, there was something almost mind-bending about what was happening to him. He was going to make love to his wife whilst his penis was strapped down, locked away and out of bounds. This was just too surreal.

Fiona was really going to enjoy this. 

"Well, who's a big boy then?" she purred, running her fingers up and down his long shiny staff. Come to Mummy."

She climbed onto the bed and with her hands on either side of Peter's face pulled him down onto the bed, and kissed him deeply. Peter felt his real penis swell and ache between his legs, but it could only get so hard and then their was nowhere for it to go. His frustration was exquisitely unbearable. 

Fiona was determined that they would make vanilla love that evening. She wanted Peter to feel every aspect of making love with his wife, but without his penis. It was the pinnacle of her control over him, and she was literally dripping with lust as she pulled him on top of her. He felt her hands guide his phallus down her tummy and she teasingly rubbed the head up and down her outer lips, pushing her tongue deeply inside Peter's mouth as she writhed under him.

Then she looked at him. It was a look that Peter had never seen before. 

"Fuck me Peter. Make me happy."

Peter had never experienced anything like this before. It was a head fuck almost too much to handle. He felt himself going almost insane with frustration and humiliation. As he entered her he felt her hands run through his hair just as they had always done, he felt her hot body under his, her legs wrapped around his thighs. He felt her groaning and pumping as she pressed herself down onto his hard cock. She was making love with him, just as they had always done but there was this incredible difference. His wife, his darling Fi, had eliminated entirely any sexual involvement whatsoever from her husband. 

As Fiona started to increase her rhythm she held onto Peter's back, digging her nails in, and then started to moan and moan, throwing her head back. She couldn't think of anything more erotic than this. She had absolute control and she swore she would never ever release him, not ever. As she started to climax she screamed out the word 'NEVER 'at the top of her voice and dissolved into the most unforgettable orgasm of her life while Peter looked down at her, at once as intimately involved and intensively excluded as it was possible for anyone to be.

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Absolute Control Pt. 02



Part 2.

Chapter 4.

As the summer unfolded itself over their little suburban idyll Peter and Fiona began to understand the true meaning of permanent chastity, and the incredible effect it was having on both of their lives. As the days and weeks marched on it also became very clear that the reality of the situation was quite different for each of them.

Peter was now almost perpetually thinking about sex. He had not had a proper erection or been able to see or feel his penis now for 5 months. Although his chastity belt was still very comfortable the psychological affect of having his penis completely excluded from his life by his wife was becoming increasingly difficult to bear.

In practical terms there wasn't really any issues. The belt only restrained his penis and the steel lattice cage could easily be cleaned in the bath or shower, albeit by spraying water upwards between his legs. All his bodily functions could be undertaken unimpeded, except that it was wise, if not essential, to sit down when peeing. This added to his feelings of being controlled by Fiona, and also helped to keep the embers of his increasingly feminine feelings burning slowly inside of him.

His relationship with Fiona was intense and intimate now. He thought about her constantly, helpfully reminded of the fact by the feelings of frustrated lust between his legs, which on occasions were almost too intense to bear. But it wasn't all bad, and there were moments when the exquisiteness of his predicament left Peter almost breathless with excitement.

He recalled one night recently when, after one of her long hot, pink girly baths, as Peter called them, that they went to bed and just kissed each other for hours, caressing each other tenderly and lovingly with complete understanding and joy. Peter made his beautiful, relaxed wife cum over and over again, and loved to see how hot the situation was for her. When she came it was just earth shattering in intensity, almost scary, and it didn't happen just once but several times, often on ever increasing screaming waves of intensity. 

Peter also enjoyed the fact that he was almost permanently horny, and never had that feeling of disappointment that he often felt immediately after an orgasm, when the anticipation had been so much sweeter than the actual climax. Now, he felt almost constantly on the up curve, and after a while the feeling became a part of his day, part of his experience of wellbeing in fact.

Fiona herself had also noticed a change in their relationship as time went on, and by her own admission she was having an absolute ball.

She loved her husband dearly, but this love was now hugely increased by an uber lust that left her spinning with joy and confidence. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that the level of control she was exercising over her husband would be so hot, so fulfilling as this.

She just loved the fact Peter was constantly turned on, and the almost constant frustration she saw in Peter felt just made her feel even hornier. She could see how he was fighting his emotions, and how difficult and challenging the situation was for him. That just added to her happiness and increased the intensity of her lust. She wanted to see Peter struggling with his chastity. She knew it was perhaps wicked, but it was such a rush. She would muse over how much control she had for hours. She had effectively taken control of Peter's sexuality completely. Every aspect of his desire was under her control, and any release for Peter would be entirely up to her. 

She could see how Peter now understood that, and more, that he understood how much she liked it. This was the truly agonizing dilemma in Peter's head. His suffering was fuelling Fiona's happiness. There was no way of hiding that fact. To make his wife truly happy and satisfied, he would need to continue with this game. 

The situation was impossible. Hot, difficult and mind bending. Both Peter and Fiona were on a trip of a lifetime and in reality neither of them knew exactly where this would end.

Or did she?

It was now mid-September. The days were still warm but there was sometimes an autumnal chill in the air and a definite back to work mood descended over the nation. The first Christmas adverts started appearing annoyingly on the commercial channels and the tomatoes in Peter's greenhouse had grown fat and ripe. Peter was in the kitchen washing up, looking out of the window at the baked lawn thinking between his legs, feeling the ever present aching pressure as his penis struggled in its cage. Sometimes the feeling was so intense he dripped. It was as blissful as it was maddeningly frustrating.

Fiona was upstairs packing. She eventually came down, and breezed into the kitchen, plucking a piece of toast delicately from the rack in the middle of the table between her fingers and nibbling the end as she disappeared into the hall to check her hair and make-up one last time. Then she was ready. Coming back into the kitchen she glanced at the clock and clapped her hands together twice briskly.

"Right. I am off. Can you put my bag in the car Peter please?"

"Yes, of course Fi."

Peter was wearing a pink pinafore now, a gift from Fiona to add some variety, as she put it, to his beloved yellow frilly pinny. When they were alone in the house together that was all Peter was allowed to wear. He had got used to it now, and although it was clearly quite unusual, Fiona liked to see her husband in it, especially when she was in her business suit. It gave her a power thrill that she just loved.

Without any fuss, Peter took off his pinny and changed into a plain navy nylon housecoat, buttoned at the front. It was ridiculous, making him look like a slightly perverted janitor, but it was sexless and enabled him to dash out into the front garden when Fiona gave him one of her little chores. Peter now rarely left the house, dedicating more and more of his time to domestic affairs and carrying out his wife's orders. He was a nearly perfect house-husband, and he was becoming increasingly house proud, and increasingly narrow minded in his thinking.

Fiona just loved this. She saw how Peter's life was becoming more and more restricted, and she was determined to take their wonderful little game to the next level.

Peter silently and obediently put Fiona's case into the back of her Audi, laying her coat on top and shutting the door. As he turned round Fiona flew out of the house rifling through her bag for her keys with her mobile jammed between her shoulder and ear.

"I'll call you back. I am just leaving. Yes, yes to both. I'll see you there." 

"Back on Friday Peter. Mwaaah. Be good."

Then she was gone. The energy in the air just evaporated as the car disappeared down the hill. Peter walked slowly back into the house and closed the door. He felt a slight feeling of anxiety. Fi was so full of life, so excited about this trip, and somehow he felt a bit excluded. 

He walked back into the kitchen and put his pinny back on. It gave him a sense of purpose and he looked around the room. Right, he thought, brushing the front down smoothly, work to do.

At 1030pm Peter stood at the bottom of the stairs, took one last quick glance around and then went to bed. He had had a good day in the end, and the house was sparkling.

It is just so much easier to get on when Fi isn't dropping things everywhere, he thought.

In bed he thought again about Fi again and sent her a text.

"Hope u are ok hun. House spotless, u would b proud. ILY P x"

Send. 

He lay down and fell asleep. 

Fiona wasn't asleep, and technically neither was she on a business strip any more. Her meetings had gone well and really she could have driven home, but she decided to meet up with her friend Sarah again. They had a lot to discuss, and arranged to stay the night into a small Cotswold hotel they both remembered from their Oxford days.

"The thing is Sarah, I am enjoying it so much I just can't bring myself to stop. It is like a drug. The more I keep him locked up the better it gets, and the more I want to perpetuate the situation. The idea of this being permanent is just incredibly erotic."

"I can see that Fi, but the poor man has to have some relief surely. Don't you want that too?"

Sarah rolled her Cognac around her glass and took a long reflective sip. They were the only two left in the hotel restaurant, and as they were both staying overnight they could continue to talk for as long as they liked.

"I do yes. But that is the thrill. Having control is the essential thrill, and the longer I keep him locked up the more powerful the feelings are for both Peter and I."

"So what next? Castration?" Sarah looked incredulously at her friend.

Fiona made a face at Sarah and smiled sardonically.

"I want to take this further Sarah. To introduce another element to my control of Peter. I want him to ask me to sleep with other men Sarah. There isn't any subtle way to put it. There, it is out now. Am I still a she devil?"

Sarah raised her eyebrows and looked across at Fi.

"Are you trying to destroy him Fi? I don't quite see what is driving this?"

"Absolutely not. I love Peter, and he adores me. So far we have found a way to increase my sexual pleasure and to give Peter a set of defined rules to enable that to be achieved. This gives him a huge thrill, and also scares him. The combination is electric. We are adults. He has a choice."

"Perhaps his love for you is the real prison cell Fi, not his chastity thingy."

"In vino veritas darling," Fiona responded, watching her dear friend neck the last few drops of her cognac and wave the balloon high in the air beckoning the waiter over for two more refills. She played the sozzled hotty role so well, everyone just adored Sarah when she relaxed properly. 

"But I want to increase that control. To make it clear to Peter that he may never be released, and may never have sex with me again, at least not penetrative sex. So far he thinks this is a game. If I sleep with someone else it reinforces the fact that he isn't required to fulfil that function any more, especially if it is he who insists on it. That is why the idea is so hot, so appealing. It would be his idea. He copes with the consequences, I simply engage in the act."

"Wow, Fi. You really are playing with fire here. I can't see Peter agreeing to that at all. If I was him I would just leave you. This is infidelity, not some perfunctory tup"

Fiona tilted her head and grimaced. I don't think that he will not leave me. I am pretty sure of that. In fact I think that I can get him to beg me to sleep with other men, and if he does, then I will, and do it properly too."

"Well, I shall be very interested to hear how it goes Fi. But be careful. You are playing with some pretty heavy emotions here, and involving a third party is only going to add to the complications." 

Fiona pulled her hair back behind hers ears reflectively and changed the subject, there was little point in conjecture now. She had told Sarah what she intended to do and it would either happen or it wouldn't.

Their conversation descended into a giggly girly mess and finally the two girls, arm in arm, helped each other upstairs. They had enjoyed a very happy evening together as only the closest of friends can.

Chapter 5.

Fiona remained calm, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her hands on her knees. Peter was on his knees, in tears, looking up into her eyes, his bottom lip quivering, gulping back his sobs. 

"Do not argue with me Peter, and do not whine either. I will decide when you are released and that is final. If you don't like that then go and get the thing cut off. You know the number, go ahead."

Peter looked at his wife helplessly. He got so frustrated sometimes he just didn't know what else to do but plead and plead. 

Fiona stroked his fringe back and ran the back of her hand over his cheeks, wiping his tears away. She loved being a loving bitch, it enriched everything. As she stroked her husband's cheek she decided the time had come, and she made her move.

"I am going to release you soon Peter, I promise. I will also let you cum. But only on two conditions, and both of them are non-negotiable.

Peter looked u , looking closely into Fiona's eyes, trying to understand. Deep down he had resolved that his release would come, but he expected that to be a long way off.

"Firstly, I have decided that it will be good for you to have some alternative method of control when out of chastity, to maintain your discipline. It would be a pity if all the hard work you have put in to date was wasted by your, how shall I put it, your libido.

So I have decided that when out of chastity you will not enter me unless I give you permission. Secondly, before I release you, you will have to insist that I sleep with another man."

Peter looked at Fiona. He felt a huge rush of adrenalin. The very thought of his wife being unfaithful had never occurred to him. He knew she wouldn't do that. The pain of jealousy would be too much to bear. But this was different. He looked up searchingly onto Fiona's eyes. Was she really serious?

"You must insist I take a lover Peter. You must be absolutely genuine in your desire for me to sleep with another man. Then it will be up to me. I will choose whether to ignore you and keep you locked up, or accept your request, sleep with someone else and then release you for a while."

Peter's mind was racing. He felt so many conflicting emotions his head began to swim. He would have to think this over very carefully. Could he cope with that? Could he really cope with that idea? He genuinely had no idea. He knew that if he found out that Fiona was being unfaithful then that would hurt him terribly. But why did this feel different, and why did it also feel so incredibly erotic?

"I need to think about it Fi. I don't know. It would be a huge thing. I am not sure I could cope with that."

Fiona stroked his cheek again. 

"Well, the decision is yours. You have to decide whether you want me to or not. I am not going to initiate it. I will simply decide whether to comply with your request or otherwise. So there really is no pressure is there?"

Fiona lifted Peter's face up by the chin and smiled lovingly into his eyes. Peter could feel his head being fucked by his beautiful wife and it was driving him insane with desire and fear. He didn't think that the situation could get any more exciting and terrifying and yet in an instance Fiona had raised the stakes hugely, giving him a dilemma that was impossible to resolve. No pressure! You have to be kidding, he thought.

Fiona, stood up. 

"Right, I am off to work now you have finished your little wobble. You are excused a goodbye kiss today, and I can see that you need to time to think. We will speak again when I get home tonight. Oh, and I expect you to have made your choices from the catalogues too. I am going to place your first order this weekend."

Peter stayed on the floor as his wife left the house. As he thought about his wife's request the pressure between his legs grew. He looked down at the elaborate engraving on his smooth metal front and tried to remember what it was like when he could actually touch and feel himself. It seemed a long, long time ago now. Sometimes he felt an almost claustrophobic panic but there was just no way he could get anywhere near his penis, and he would just have to scream in frustration and go and do something else to take his mind off his frustration. 

Fiona drummed her fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music. She wondered whether Peter would actually exchange his freedom for her infidelity. She didn't really want another lover, but she really wanted Peter to ask her. She wanted to enjoy watching Peter's agonizing feelings of jealousy and humiliation as she took another man inside her, knowing that he wanted her to do it, that he would be prepared to make that sacrifice for his own personal sexual freedom.

The idea that he initiated the act was just so hot. She wanted to push Peter further, to see him exchange his frustation for something much darker, much more tangible. As she contemplated the enormity of the situation the familiar burning wetness returned between her legs and the routine of changing her panties immediately after arriving at the office was starting up all over again. This made her smile, and think to herself:- 

'This must be right , it feels so hot.'

Three weeks later Fiona called the belt company. 

"Yes Mrs Carrinton, we can. The removal charge is waived for the wearer's owner, the penalty clause is solely when the wearer wishes to remove the belt. But we will need your husband for a least twelve hours, and it will take a further week to rebuild the locks. Just give us a few days notice when you are ready and we will do the rest."

Fiona finished the call. Would Peter or wouldn't he. Both choices were just too delicious, too perfect. Fiona had never felt so aroused, so consumed with the sublime simplicity of the trial she had set her husband. How she was loving their little game more and more.

Now all she had to do was wait. Peter had the future entirely within his hands. Well nearly, Fiona thought. Best not give the poor fellow too much responsibility. She beamed inwardly. If she smoked, this would have been the perfect time to sit down and reflect, instead Fiona went for a run.

Peter had been through the scenarios in his head over and over again. He wrote out lists, looked at the pros and cons and realized that his situation was quite impossible. But, one Saturday morning he woke up and made his decision. He turned to Fiona and told her what he had decided.

Fiona rolled over to face Peter and kissed him softly.

"You are getting quite good at decisions Peter. I shall have to give you more difficult choices to keep you on your toes."

With that she pulled her husband closer and guided his fingers down below the duvet. As they kissed Fiona undid his pretty new pink bra and slipped the straps off of his shoulders. They were going to have an unforgettable morning.

Fiona returned from work late the following Tuesday evening, and dropping her bag and keys on the hall table she found her husband on the sofa watching television. He looked up at his wife, and then seeing the expression on her face immediately stood up and brushed down his pinny. He didn't leave the house at all now, and was required to dress in pretty day dresses all the time. He had even been given an allowance and at the end of each week would put forward his suggestions from a range of on-line catalogues for his wife's approval. 

Parcels usually arrived once or twice a week, and sometimes Peter was quite breathless when he opened them. 

Fiona allowed Peter to kiss her on the cheek, turning round to let him take off her coat. Then she sat down, turned off the television and told Peter to sit down next to her.

Her breath smelt slightly of white wine, and she looked just a little flushed. Peter noticed that she had recently re-applied her lipstick and that she had that excited look in her eyes that always excited and frightened him in equal measure.

"Ian is coming round on Saturday evening Peter."

As she spoke she took her husband's hands in hers. She could feel his trembling, and her throat went dry.

""We are going to spend the evening upstairs. You will stay down here and sit just here, very quietly until we come back down."

Peter tried to remember a time in his life when someone playing in his room upstairs would be the most natural thing in the world. But these words cut through him like a knife. Fiona felt a rush of exquisite pleasure as she soaked up her husband's fear and humiliation. Peter felt awful but something in his cage grew very hard, straining against the steel causing him to wince and wriggle.




Absolute Control Pt. 02



Peter could not reply. Fiona took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. Then she sat back and smiled warmly at her broken baby. 

"It will be a very long evening for you I think. Come now, it has been a long day, time for bed."

On Saturday morning Fiona went out shopping leaving Peter with instructions to change the sheets on their bed and clean the house from top to toe. Peter felt the house start to crush him as he went from room to room. He knew he was preparing the house for his wife's lover and it made him feel incredibly hot. In the bedroom he spent ages changing the bed, making sure each crisp white linen sheet was perfectly ironed and was neatly in place, flat and wrinkle free. He plumped up each pillow in a new pillowcase and changed the duvet cover. Everything looked fresh and clean and he closed the door carefully. He didn't know how he felt, but his penis oozed into his panties as he descended the stairs.

That evening Peter busied himself downstairs, arranging and re-arranging ornaments and plumping up pillows in the living room. He couldn't keep still, and time seemed to be dragging on forever. 

Fiona was lying in a hot soapy bath, her left leg in the air. She drew her pink razor down her calf and felt the smooth skin. Then the right leg. Her toe nails were bright red and her feet slim and feminine. She was trying to keep calm and in control. This was going to be a very special evening.

When Fiona came downstairs Peter was surprised to see how normal she looked. He had half expected his wife to descend the stairs like a Queen in a black negligee or a short nightie. Fiona had chosen a plain black skirt below the knee and a crisp Ivory blouse. She looked beautiful, but her beauty was presented subtly, adding to the intensity of the moment. Fiona had chosen her outfit to stir in Peter emotions of love, lust and a desire to protect her. She could see in hjis eyes that he desired her more than ever, but tonight she was going to be someone else's.

Fiona said nothing at first, seating herself in an armchair opposite the sofa as if to make a point about the distance that she was putting between herself and her husband this evening. Peter struck a lonely figure alone on the sofa, hands on his knees looking shyly over to his wife. You could hear a pin drop. 

A minute later a car pulled up outside. The door closed and the gate squeaked open. Peter's heart started pounding. 

"Open the door Peter and greet my guest."

Peter looked at his wife in panic. He wasn't actually going to meet him. Surely she wasn't expecting him to endure that."

"Peter."

Fiona's voice was calm but authoritative. There was no question of disobedience.

Peter stood up. His wife had made him change into jeans and a jumper much to his relief. 

"Your femininity is mine, no-one else's' she had told him.

Besides we don't want Ian to think that you are some sort of pervert now do we now?"

Peter stood up. One minute at a time, he thought to himself. If it is too awful I can always just go into the garden. He was shaking now. Fiona smiled to herself. This was just too incredible for words.

Ian was a good looking man, about Peter's age, perhaps an inch or so taller and quite chiseled in his features. He greeted Peter with a warm handshake and waited politely to be asked in. 

"Yes hello. I am Peter. Come in."

Ian wiped his shoes politely on the mat and came in.

"Fi is in the living room."

Peter led the way and Ian followed him in.

Fiona stood up and kissed Ian on both cheeks warmly. 

"How nice to see you. Do take a seat. Can I get you a drink? A glass of wine perhaps"

"That would lovely thanks. Whatever is open."

Fiona turned to Peter. 

"Would you dear?"

Peter left the two of them together and prepared the drinks in the kitchen. The situation was just so ordinary, a guest for drinks on a Saturday evening, and yet this was the most incredible rush.

When he returned Fiona was sitting on the arm of the sofa with her hand on Ian's shoulder. Peter put the tray down on the coffee table and handed Ian and Fiona their drinks. He then took his and sat opposite them on the armchair again.

"Cheers!" Fiona said brightly, clinking Ian's glass. 

Peter started to rise from his seat to clink their glasses but the moment had passed. Again he felt a twinge of isolation. His conversation had withered away and he sat there wondering what on earth could happen next to make the atmosphere in the room any more charged.

Fiona took a long sip of wine and then stood up.

"We are going upstairs for the evening Peter. I want you to stay here until we come back down. I want this door left open and the television off thank you."

Ian stood up and followed Fiona out of the room in silence, and Peter watched his wife as she walked upstairs closely followed by her lover. He sat down. Nothing could have prepared himself for the erotic pain and humiliation of that moment. He thought his penis would burst from its cage.

There was very little noise from upstairs for the first half an hour or so. Peter flicked through the paper and tried to think about anything other than where his wife was. Then he heard a giggle, followed by a gasp. Peter looked down and bit his lip. Try to breathe normally, he thought. It was happening now.

Fiona took her time in the bedroom. They chatted and sipped their wine, and they kissed for the first time after about twenty minutes. She undressed slowly, teasingly, running her fingers through his hair, pulling his belt open, sliding her hand into his zipper. She wanted this to be an evening of unhurried sex, not a squalid quickie. That was exactly the point. She wanted to choreograph her humiliation of Peter over as long a period as possible, and she wanted to enjoy Ian's hard cock inside her over and over again. 

She was not to be disappointed. That is exactly what she did enjoy, and over and over again. 

Peter was treated to all manner of gasps and screams throughout the evening, each one burning into his soul. How cruel for Fiona to keep the bedroom door open. He recognized all her sounds, they had been up to this point personal and intimate reflections of their own love life. Not now. His wife was upstairs being fucked gloriously by another man and was clearly enjoying herself enormously, and it was he who asked her to do it. His humiliation was complete. He stared at the ceiling as the lightshade quivered rhythmically in time with the thumping headboard as Mrs Fiona Carrington let out a long high pitched scream that filled the house with the sound of infidelity.

"Well Peter, if that is your wish then yes, you can change your mind. "

Peter looked at his wife. It was early Sunday afternoon and they sat opposite each other in the kitchen over a light lunch. Fiona looked radiant and full of life, still dressed in her nightie and a thin robe. She had reason to be. She had spent almost 14 hours in bed until Ian had slipped quietly out of the door at 10 am this morning. Peter had fallen asleep on the sofa at 5am and missed his departure. But when he woke up the agony of the previous evening returned to haunt him almost immediately.

"Yes, I am prepared to keep you in permanent chastity, but you must understand that I can't reverse what has happened last night. Nor would I want to."

Fiona uttered the last sentence quietly, but with a cold and brutal honesty in her voice.

"In fact Peter, I can't wait for the next time."

"But Fi. You gave me a choice, and I made the wrong one. I can see that now. I was silly thinking that my release, even temporary was worth this happening. I don't think it is, and I will try to be a good husband in chastity again, without other, other men involved."

Peter was welling up. Fiona was getting wet.

"As I said Peter, I understand your wish, and you may stay in chastity. But I can't unfuck Peter and you can't take back your request for me to do that. You asked me to sleep with Ian and that is what I did, and what is more that is what I will continue to do. You made the choice darling, I simply went along with your wishes."

Peter knew that everything was now hopeless. 

Fiona placed her knife and fork down neatly and taking Peter by the hand she led him upstairs. He looked helpless and lost. The bedroom was a mess, and the sheets were still damp and ruffled. Fiona sat on the edge of the bed and undid her robe, lifting her nightie up to her waist. Peter kneeled down in front of her and pulled her panties down, pulling them over her buttocks, down over her knees and then off. Fiona lent back, her elbows on the bed and wrapped her legs over her husband's shoulders. Peter was going to spend the afternoon cleaning, starting with his wife.



Absolute Control Pt. 03



Chapter 6.

Fiona leaned forward on the sofa and pointed the remote at the television. The room went silent. Peter sat on the floor his hand on Fiona's knees looking up at her quietly.

"That is quite enough of that rubbish" she remarked, handing the remote to her husband and uncrossing her legs.

"I know it is hard darling, believe me I really do. But this isn't entirely unpleasant for you, is it?"

Peter looked at the floor. His black satin skirt, perfectly arranged in ruffles around his waist made him look very sweet. He could feel his suspenders tugging at his stocking tops as he shifted position, sitting as gracefully as he could, knees and ankles together. He looked up at Fiona, stroking her calf with the back of his hand. Fiona looked down at him, curling a finger around one of his ringlets and smiling. Peter blushed.

"I am jealous Fi. It is a horrible feeling. I just hate it when you are upstairs with Ian, it is the worse thing in the world."

"But you like being so pretty, don't you darling."

Peter pouted. He couldn't help it. 

"I do, yes, but can't it just be you and I."

Fiona smiled knowingly, holding Peter softly by the chin. He looked up at her lovingly. After all these weeks he had perfected his make-up routine and looked sensational. Fiona had indulged all his little requests and invested in all manner of treatments. Peter had small, delicate, perfectly formed features and looked breathtakingly feminine in full make-up. His eyes shone brightly, his full lips were moist and glossy and his eyebrows curved whimsically, redolent of a sixties film star.

"Peter. Silly girl. You are in chastity remember, since you made your decision not to be released. So how it can it just be you and I, hmmm? How unfair would that be on poor little me. You want be to be satisfied now, don't you, hmmm?"

Peter found it so hard to argue with Fiona's logic. He knew that something was wrong with her reasoning, but he just went to jelly when Fiona explained things to him. 

"Yes, I know Fi, but now I am in chastity then can't we just be a couple again?"

"We are a couple darling. You are my husband. We live together don't we? I endulge your little needs don't I?"

Fiona pulled gently at Peter's hoop earring as she spoke the word 'needs' making Simon blush. He closed his eyes showing off his long black eye-lashes and his bottom lip trembled.

"Now shh. We are just going to go round and round in circles now. You made your decision and now you are regretting it. Well that is tough. We all have to live with the consequences of our actions, and for you that means confronting the green-eyed monster before it gobbles you up."

With that Fiona stood up, and chivalrously put out her hands to help Peter up from the floor. He rose in one elegant movement, and stood in his heels, one foot in front of the other, his hands clasped neatly together over his white pinny, showing off his long pink nails.

Fiona tapped her husband on the nose playfully, but it said to him, quite clearly, that the subject was now closed. Upstairs these days it took Fiona's husband much longer to get ready for bed than her. Fiona was usually in bed reading whilst her husband went through the long ritual of removing her lingerie, make-up and then carefully hanging up her pretty dresses.

Finally he took his baby-doll nighty from under the pillow and pulled it over his head. He then had to stand neatly until Fiona gave his permission to get into bed. Fiona slowly turned another page and carried on reading. After a few minutes she patted the bed and Peter, relieved, climbed in. 

"How long has it been now?" 

Fiona tapped the front of his chastity belt twice with the tip of her fingernail.

"Five long weeks, Fi."

Fiona smiled to herself, and wondered whether this might be a the right time to explore the next stage of her plan with Peter.

"Peter, I am going to give you another choice. How good is that?"

Peter's blood froze, and without knowing what Fiona was going to say he felt a horrible feeling of doom, like the last day of the summer holidays.

"Now you look so beautiful all the time, I want you to decide whether you wish to continue with your feminization or revert to being simple, sorry simply Peter again."

"Can't I be both Fi. I like it like this?"

"Of course not silly. You are really saying some very foolish things today, aren't you? Now listen to me. I am prepared to let you continue to live as a girl, but only if you do it properly."

"You mean have a sex change? For heaven's sake Fi."

"I did not say that. Stop being such a drama queen and listen to me. I am giving you a very simple choice. You revert to Peter, no lovely clothes, just as you were before we met. Or you stay as you are and keep all your pretty clothes. But if you do then you I want you to experience the female condition as a woman does."

Fiona chose her words very carefully, and watched her husband look searchingly into her eyes trying to understand exactly what she meant.

"You do mean a sex change then?" Peter looked terrified.

"I am not going to repeat myself. If you choose the female route then I want you to alter the balance of your hormones. This can be achieved quite simply by a three monthly injection. It is quite painless, but over a few weeks you will start to feel more....well more female."

The room went silent.

"Sarah and I are in London tomorrow. It will give you a chance to think this through. Then when I get back we can have another little chat. Don't look so worried precious. Remember it is entirely your choice."

Sarah lifted his chin with her finger and smiled.

"It is your decision, no-one else's. We can rewind everything to where we were when we first met. No chastity, no boyfriends, no jealousy. Just my handsome husband and our simple suburban life together. "

Peter looked quite lost. Fiona smiled to herself confident in the knowledge that her husband had gone so far down this road that he probably couldn't remember the way back.

Fiona and Sarah sat in St James's Park listening to the hum of traffic along The Mall. A huge Union Jack fluttered above Buckingham Palace and the two girls poked at a plastic pot of olives and feta cheese with cocktail sticks. It was a lovely early Autumn evening, and they decided on an impromptu picnic before taking the train home. 

Sarah kicked her heels off and stretched out her legs, wriggling her toes westwards towards the setting sun. 

"I am not surprised Fi. Of course he is jealous for heaven's sake. You are upstairs making whoopee with some bloke called Ian, and poor Peter is downstairs listening to everything. You are certifiable, so you are." 

Sarah always spoke in a mock Irish accent when she mad a painful observation, it was her defense mechanism."

Fiona stabbed an olive and placed it in Sarah's mouth.

                                        "In my defense your honour, it was technically Peter's choice. He wanted release from chastity and the price was to ask me to sleep with someone else."

"You are not even convincing yourself honey. The choices you give that poor man are not exactly balanced now are they? Go into chastity or no sex ever again for one. Then you give him the choice of chastity or release from chastity , oh but only if he asks you to sleep with someone else. "

"He is still with me Sarah, isn't he? He can always leave me if the relationship isn't working for him. We are consenting adults after all."

Sarah shook her head and laughed.

"What is the expression people use in bsmd..."

Fiona looked up. This is a subject that they had never discussed before

"BDSM Sarah, and the expression I think you are referring to is safe, sane and consensual."

Sarah looked back at Fiona and their eyes locked. They both learnt something about each other in an instant, and two pennies dropped simultaneously.

"Well, not my subject I am afraid Fi. But, but...yes, if this is a game, then it should definitely be consensual. "

Fiona sipped her wine from a plastic cup earnestly and put it back down carefully on the grass.

"It isn't a game Sarah darling. But yes, it is consensual and I am reasonably confident that I am not mad. As for safe, well yes, I think so."

Sarah looked at her watch. They had a good two hours before the last train.

"Well, it is your marriage Fi. Peter is a lovely guy, bit effeminate for my tastes, but lovely nonetheless. Don't blow it is my advice."

"I am going to push him further Sarah. Call me irresponsible, but I want to go even further with him."

"Irresponsible you most definitely are, in fact the High Priestess of Irresponsible. Now, what on earth have you got planned now. ...tell me more?"

Fiona explained the choice she had given Peter and his slow descent into female clothing over the last few weeks.

"He is aware that the drug will alter his hormones, but I haven't exactly explained all of the side affects, well not yet."

Fiona ran her finger around the rim of the olive pot as she spoke, without looking up.

"Come on Fi, what is this drug? Is it dangerous?"

"No, it is not dangerous if used correctly. It is mainly used as a female contraceptive, but if administered to a man it leads to some, well, some amusing side effects."

Fiona smiled.

"The most important effect is impotence. That is 100% guaranteed, and starts to kick in after a few weeks, perhaps even sooner. Also Peter's sex drive will completely disappear, which I am very excited about. Then there are the fun side effects. "

"The fun side-effects?"

Sarah looked at her friend open-mouthed.

Fiona's eyes sparkled with life and she became animated as she spoke."

"I have seen it with my pilates teacher's husband, and she told me how funny it is to watch. Her husband's nipples started to become hyper-sensitive and he started to grow boobs. They actually started to swell after just a couple of injections and the size of the nipples grew as well. But more than that, he started to show all the signs of pms: mood swings, tearfulness, apathy, dog-tired, over-emotional and indecisive. Oh, and he put weight on too."

"God Fi, you seriously think that is going to be fun, having another pre-menstrual bitch in the house?"

Fiona looked offended and looked at her friend, tilting her head. 

"Well, urm, yes I do actually. It is a huge turn-on knowing that Peter is gradually being feminised from the inside out, and that I am taking away his sexuality, slowly but surely. Sarah, I can't wait."

Sarah lay back on the grass and breathed out audibly. The clouds were gathering and the temperature began to drop noticeably.

"Is it reversible?"

"I hope not." Fiona replied quickly, laughing nervously.

"Actually, yes it is to a certain extent. It depends on the dose and the time he is on it. I am told that after about a year then the impotence is pretty much irreversible, and the sex drive just dies away completely. That is the thrilling part. He will then have to serve me orally without any sexual involvement. It will be like a chore for him, and I just love that idea."

Sarah lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched the cars and taxi's pass across the front of the Victoria monument and into The Mall. She felt a strange disconnect with her friend, and wasn't entirely sure she wasn't feeling just a little bit of grief.

Fiona sensed her friend's anxiety and shuffled up next to her, picking the grass off her cardigan tenderly.

"Listen Sarah. I hugely don't want you to hate me for this. It is consensual, honestly, honestly. I know that I must come across as some ultra-controlling bitch, and yes I am to some extent, but Peter understands exactly what is happening. We both want it, really, we do. It is just that it makes everything so much more real if we don't well, come out of character. Does that make any sense?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders. 

"Don't hurt anyone, or harm anyone, understand? That is all I am saying."

Sarah raised her voice slightly, for the first time she could ever remember with Fiona, and her voice quivered slightly as she spoke.

There wasn't anything else to be said. Sarah could see that her friend was intoxicated by this 'game', and nothing she said or did would make the slightest difference. Fiona in turn was now wet and even more excited by the prospect now she had confided in her friend. Ok, it wasn't exactly a glowing endorsement of her plan of action, but ....

Fiona got back late and creeping in through the front door was surprised to see Peter still up, curled up on the sofa watching television. The room smelt of soap and talc, with Peter wrapped up in a huge fluffy pink towelling robe filing his nails slowly. 

"Hello darling. You smell divine," Fiona said, poking her head around the opening from the hall.

Fiona sat down on the edge of the sofa, and put her hand on Peter's knees. 

"I was just going to bed actually. I wasn't sure whether you were going to eat in town and get the milk train back."

Fiona took her coat off and placed it on her lap. 

"We had a picnic in St James's Park, of sorts. It was such a nice evening it didn't seem right to be inside, so I got the 7.45pm in the end. "

"Come, let's talk in bed. It has been a long day."

Fiona led her husband upstairs, locking her forefinger and thumb around his slim wrist as he always did when she was about to take control in their bedroom. 

Sarah sat on the bed and beckoned Peter to kneel on the floor in front of her. Lifting her left foot, Peter slowly undid the black strap across the top of her foot and eased Fiona's foot out. 

"That feels better," Fiona said, wriggling her stocking clad toes in front of Peter's nose. 

The heady, musty aroma of Fiona's feet thrilled Peter and he lifted his wife's foot to his face rubbing the bottom of her foot against his cheek. He loved the sound and sensation of her damp foot against his skin, and kissed each toe in turn, then ran his tongue the length of her sole from toe to heel. His penis pressed hard against the restraint between his legs, causing him to wince. He closed his eyes and sucked Fiona's musty, salty toes in to his mouth, running his tongue along the seam, back and forth.

"Good girl. Clean Mummy's feet Peter, make me happy."

Peter lifted his wife's skirt and undid each suspender with his teeth, then gently pulled the stocking down over her knee and over her heel. 

"Half an hour Peter, then you can start on the other foot."

Peter busied himself, running his tongue between each toe, finding every crevice with his tongue, enjoying every moment of this exquisite intimate union.

Fiona lay back on the bed and pulled her thin cotton skirt up to her waist, running her fingers over her damp gusset and letting out a gentle gasp. She felt the warm sensations of Peter's tongue on her toes, sending a tingling feeling up her leg, adding deliciously to the tingling between her legs. She began to frig herself gently.

"Half way Peter. Time to change legs."

Peter obediently took Fiona's big toe out of his mouth and lay the glistening foot down on the carpet. Fiona pushed three fingers inside her, lifting her left foot onto the bed and stretching out her right foot for Peter to worship. Before his tongue had a chance to touch her stockinged foot she started to shake, her juices dribbling down her fingers and onto the duvet cover. She drove her fingers in deeper, throwing her head back and let out a long moan as the first wave flowed through her, then a second wave, even stronger and finally a third that grew in intensity until she thought that she couldn't take any more. 

"Oh my god, oh my god," Fiona screamed, and her legs started to shake uncontrollably. The juices poured out of her and she experienced the most intense orgasm she could ever remember.

Peter didn't look up. He knew it was much better if he didn't make any observations at all in his wife's presence these days, and he was content simply to taste the sweet and sour loveliness of Fiona's long slim feet.

Eventually Fiona lifted her right foot onto the bed and sat back against the headboard, pulling her skirt back down over her knees. She patted the bed next to her, and Peter sat beside her, looking into her eyes lovingly.

"So, Peter. Any thoughts? I see you are still dressed very prettily. Does that give me clue about your decision?"

Peter blushed.

"I have thought about it constantly, and I have made my decision."

Fiona looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she cleaned her teeth, her skirt and blouse laid neatly on a chair by the sink. She saw the cold, hard look in her eyes and thought how far she had gone on this journey, and how much more thrilling the next few weeks would be. 

The next morning Fiona rang her friend in Harley Street and made arrangements for the first injection in a week's time. 

"Good. 1200hrs on Wednesday, that is settled then. We look forward to meeting Doctor Chandler then. Thank you so much."

Fiona handed the phone back to Peter and smiled. 

"Well. There we are then. Are you excited?"

Peter thought carefully before replying.

"I am not sure. I like the idea of my breasts getting bigger, and having sensitive nipples. But I am worried about the effect on my libido, if I am honest. "

"Silly girl. You aren't allowed any erections now, and as you found out last night, getting excited just makes you wince. Just think how lovely it will be carrying out my 'requests' without all that horrid pressure down there. You will be able to apply yourself so much more diligently to your tasks, and please me even more."

Peter wasn't sure. But he just couldn't see himself as a real man again, and he decided to just see how things went. 

Before Peter had time to think the doorbell rang. 

"Oh good, Ian has arrived. Show him in Peter."

Peter looked shocked and the colour drained from his face. He had thought that his decision would mean that Fiona would stop seeing Ian.

Fiona knew this, and had chosen to invite Ian around to reinforce the fact that Peter's decision would have no affect at all on her decision to cuckold him. How she hated that expression, she thought to herself. Besides, she thought, he isn't a cuckold, he asked me to sleep with Ian.

Ian was as polite as ever, and came into the house smiling gently and shaking Peter warmly by the hand. 

"Good to see you again Peter, I hope you are well?"

Fiona came into the hall from the kitchen and kissed Ian on his lips, her hands draped over his shoulders.

"Hello big boy. I hope you have lots of energy this morning?"

Peter didn't know where to look. He nearly died from embarrassment and shuffled from foot to foot, biting his bottom lip and holding his hands together tightly in front of himself. 

Fiona led Ian into the living room and they both sat down on a huge fluffy rug in front of the fire. 

"Come and join us Peter. Sit on the sofa and keep quiet" Fiona said quietly but firmly as she started to unbutton Ian's shirt.

Peter sat down, knees together, and was forced to watch as his beloved Fiona slowly undressed first her lover and then herself. Time passed agonizingly slowly as Peter was forced to witness the actually quite beautiful union of his beloved Fiona and her new lover. There were no taunting looks, no overt humiliating comments. Just a pretty 'girl' in a bright summer frock sitting neatly on a sofa in chastity watching the slow, steady thrusts of Ian's pert bottom and the joyful gasps from Fiona as she ran her fingers through Ian's hair and curled her legs around his waist.

Peter's mouth went dry, his penis pressed hard against the steel cage between his legs and a few drops of fluid dripped down his leg and into the lace tops of his stockings. He flushed and trembled as he experienced his first female orgasm with an intensity that made all his silly little male emissions seem quite pointless, and joyously the intense feelings continued, causing Peter to question whether he would ever come down from this delicious humiliation.




Absolute Control Pt. 03



Fiona, on all fours, looked up at Peter as Ian pounded into her, causing her bottom cheeks to ripple and her hair to swing back and forth. Their eyes met for the first time. The connection they made right then and there, at that precise moment showed on both their faces. Behind them the scorched earth of their past lay barren and dead, and they both understood the path that their lives together would now take. Ian let out a short gasp and Fiona's eyes half closed as she felt Ian's penis swell and ejaculate inside her. Peter watched in silent resignation as the penultimate act of Fiona's control over him reached its climax on their living room floor.

"Tissues Peter. Make yourself useful now." 

Peter left the room and brought a box of tissues back from the kitchen, standing in front of the naked couple as Ian extracted himself , still erect, from Fiona and stood up. 

"Well? Do you need instructions girl?" Fiona snapped.

Peter knelt down and taking a tissue from the box, reluctantly dabbed the top of Ian's penis.

"No Peter. Wash it first, then you can dry it off. Come on now, the taste will be quite familiar to you. I am your wife after all."

Peter turned again towards the large angry thing sticking out perpendicularly from Ian's slim hips and closing his eyes in disgust he took the tip into his mouth and slowly worked his tongue around the head, swallowing the salty emissions as quickly as he could.

"Good girl. All the way now. Show Ian how you love the taste of your wife's wet pussy. Show him what an effeminate little slut you really are."

Peter worked his way down the shaft thrilled by the words his wife was using., desperate to demonstrate the completeness of his submission, to please his wife by obeying her every wish, however debased or depraved it seemed to be. 

Peter's hair, now shoulder length fell in long curls around his neck, and as Ian looked down at his beautifully made-up face he began to get aroused again. At first it shocked him, but as Peter's tongue expertly rolled around the shaft and sucked his penis, drawing it deep into the back of his throat, he began to relax. Fiona, lying on her side, looked on with a half smile as her husband applied himself more and more enthusiastically to his cleaning chore. 

Ian put his hands on the back of Peter's head to steady himself. There was no need to move, Peter's tongue was providing more than enough stimulation. Then he felt Peter's fingers tickle his balls and that was all it took. He groaned and knees slightly bent, thinking how beautiful this little slut was, came in long pulsating waves deep into Peter's warm inviting throat. Peter could not believe how exquisite this felt. For the first time he had used his femininity to arouse a man to the point of orgasm and it felt quite delicious.

Chapter 7.

Fiona flicked disinterestedly through The Field magazine, looking up occasionally at the quiet opulence of Dr Edward's waiting room. She could hear the grandfather clock in the marbled hall ticking and a taxi cab panting outside as the last patient, heels clicking, descended the stone steps down into a warm summer's day in Harley Street.

Peter sat neatly in the centre of a large leather Chesterfield, dressed in a flirty white cotton dress, with large cornflower blue polka-dots and a frilly petticoat underneath. He clasped a small heart shaped sequined purse in both hands containing his lip gloss and a pink candy striped handkerchief.

Fiona threw the magazine down onto a glass coffee table and looked across at Peter, smiling at him encouragingly. Peter looked calm, but a tell-tale red flush had appeared on his neck giving away his inner anxiety. 

A moment later Dr Edwards appeared.

"Fiona, how nice to see you again, and this must be Peter, yes?"

Fiona stood up and clasping her friend by the elbows greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks. Peter stood up shyly and offered a limp hand, palm down which Dr Edwards took gently into her right hand, clasping her left hand on top reassuringly. 

Dr Edwards's rooms were on the second floor, and they all climbed the steps in line, with Peter holding the front of his wrap around dress together with his fingers and thumb to preserve his modesty, feeling his heels sink into the deep pile carpet at every step.

"Do take a seat. " 

Peter and Fiona sat down on two Georgian striped arm chairs in front of a vast maple desk covered in mottled green leather. A cracked empty ink pot on a brass tray took centre stage, together with a photograph in a silver frame of Dr. Edwards sitting astride an enormous black horse in beige jodhpurs.

"Now Peter. Are you absolutely sure you want to go ahead with this. This regime will, and in a relatively short time make you completely impotent, and the change will be irreversible after only a few months. "

"He is completely certain. It is what we both want." 

Fiona answered brightly, taking Peter by the hand and squeezing it tightly.

Dr. Edwards looked over the rim of her glasses at Peter. Her eyes were green and sparkled with intelligence. 

"Peter, this must be your decision and yours alone. I am not happy to proceed unless you yourself are certain of the consequences of your decision.

Peter blushed, and looked at Fiona nervously before replying.

"Yes, I do understand that this will make me impotent, and it is definitely what I want. I love my wife but our relationship is much stronger when I am not allowed to have sex. It makes me a nicer person and it makes my wife happier."

Dr. Edwards took off her glasses and placed them on the table in front her. 

"It is not a matter of not being allowed Peter. You will not be capable of having sex. There are other side effects too, and you should also be aware that these are not entirely pleasant ones. You will feel more emotional, your breasts will swell and your nipples will become much more sensitive. I suspect you will also put a little weight on; you will be both weaker physically and frequently feel tired. Are you sure that you understand that these are physiological changes that your body will definitely go through?"

Peter's mouth went dry and his penis pressed hard against the cage inside his pink cotton panties. He couldn't have dreamed how erotic the idea of being totally at Fiona's mercy in such a catastrophically life changing way could feel. Fiona's heart started pounding in her chest. She rubbed her hands together and could feel how clammy they had become. 

You could cut the atmosphere in the room with a knife. Both Fiona and Peter were electrified with an almost unbearable erotic tension.

The room fell silent, the moment of truth had arrived.

"I am aware of that entire Doctor. I can cope with these changes, and really want this. I understand completely how life changing this is."

"Very well then. If you would like to sit on the examination table over there I can give you your first injection. "

Peter sat on the edge of the couch and swung his legs over. 

"Now just lie back and lift your skirt up so I can see your thigh."

Peter pulled his skirt up exposing his lace stocking tops and his lily white thigh. Dr. Edwards pressed a cold topical anaesthetic against his leg on a cotton wool ball for a few moments, then picked up a large syringe from a kidney bowl.

"Just a small scratch coming ....now. Well done"

Peter winced, and felt a slightly warm sensation in his leg as the drug started to enter his system,

"Nearly there. Good, all done."

Fiona clapped her hands together in glee as Dr. Edwards placed a small plaster over the wound. 

"So Peter, I would like to see you again in a month, and thereafter every three months. If you have any concerns or worries then you should call me immediately. "

Peter stood up and felt just fine. Outside in the street Fiona hailed a cab and in silence Peter and Fiona, hand in hand, made their way across town to Knightsbridge. There were bras to buy now, and Fiona wanted to ensure that this was as intense and intimate an experience for Peter as she could possibly make it. She had booked a three hour slot with her favourite bra fitter. 

Peter looked out of the cab as they passed Marble Arch, slowly making their way westwards. Something inside him felt different, he wasn't sure exactly what it was, but somehow he felt just a little bit more vulnerable. He squeezed Fiona's hand. She sensed his anxiety and squeezed his hand back in return. 

"Leave everything to me Peter. Just let everything happen around you, and I promise to look after you."

It suddenly dawned on Peter. Fiona was right, this was exactly what felt so different. For the first time in his adult life he felt the need to be protected, and Fiona was his protector. 

Six months later Fiona called Peter from the landing.

"Come upstairs please Peter, I want to have a word with you."

Peter had an adrenalin rush and put the saucepan he was washing down gently on the draining board. He recognized that tone of voice. Taking his pink rubber gloves off he walked elegantly to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Fiona wearing a short black nighty lent over the balcony and crooked her finger menacingly.

"Up you come. Mummy wants you."

Peter lifted his heavy black skirts and climbed the stairs wearily; any kind of physical exertion these days seemed to take a huge effort. His breasts ached, and he felt the slightest thing would make him cry. At the top of the stairs he turned towards Fiona and curtsied neatly, brushing down his pinny with his slim hands, biting his bottom lip nervously, tasting cherry chapstick and fear.

"Now Peter, listen to what Mummy tells you."

How Peter hated it when she referred to herself in that way. It usually meant she was going to abuse him, and it always meant that she was really turned on and determined to have her way.

"We are going to play some games to see how well you are doing. If you stay limp then you will win each game, and if you win all the games then guess what?"

Peter shrugged.

"Not even going to guess for Mummy?"

Tears began to form in Peter's eyes. His nipples hurt and he just wanted to sit down and rest his legs.

"If you win Peter, then we will make arrangements to go over to the belt company and you can have your little dolly back to play with. Just think how well your panties will fit then? How many lovely tight fitting skirts you will finally be able to wear. "

Peter just wanted to sit down. He felt absolutely nothing between his legs. His sole focus now was to get through each day without crying or fainting, to finish his chores and go to sleep. He was apathetic, disinterested in everything and had no sexual feelings at all.

Fiona's vulva glistened. Her outer lips were fat and red and she felt full of energy, full of life and totally empowered. Lying back on the bed she beckoned Peter to kneel before her. Fiona held out a hand to help him down, and with a weary disinterest he looked up the wet, dripping mass of hair and wished it would all soon be over.

"Come, come Peter, a little enthusiasm please. Show Mummy how much you love to make her happy."

Peter began his task, placing soft delicate kisses on Fiona's inner thighs and moving towards the heavy scent of her being. This was going to be a long night. Fiona could not have been happier. Her loving husband, entirely by his own volition had dismantled his sexuality and packed it away forever. His days now were grey and dull and tedious, and either spent cleaning the house or serving his wife. His tiny penis hung lifelessly between his legs, the scent and taste of Fiona didn't arouse him, but just tasted sour and salty. 

Fiona purred with pleasure. She could not have dreamt that her dominant imagination could have led to such heady feelings of absolutely exquisite sexual pleasure. As she pulled Peter by his long blonde curls closer and closer to the centre of her lust she let out a dark, low primeval moan and, confident that Peter would win all the games tonight, she flooded his mouth and throat with the first of a dozen of the most intense orgasms she would ever experience in her life.

Peter obediently absorbed his wife's abundant emissions, his arms curled under her thighs, pulling himself as close as he could in a desperate attempt to absorb every drop and avoid any unpleasantness.  Fiona lay back on the bed, resting her hands above her head, breathing hard. Perspiration ran down her neck and cleavage and the room felt hot and clammy. Peter knelt impassively before her. His mouth glistened wet with Fiona's emissions. He looked into the middle distance, his eyes unfocussed, waiting vacuously for his wife's next order. There was no anxiety any more, no need to worry about anything. Fiona made every decision now. His life revolved around this tiny suburban house and the oppressive enormity of his wife's presence. 

Peter was beyond subjugation now. He had found that perfect space in his mind where following Fiona's commands was all that mattered. Fiona knew this too. There was no need for depravity, no need to push any physical or sexual boundaries with Peter anymore. It wouldn't make any difference now. Peter had exceeded the limits of his submission and there was nowhere else to go. He knelt before his wife, his long slim limbs encased in nylon and lace, his breasts pert and beautiful, full red lips, expressionless, his skin pale and flawless. He looked at peace. Their journey had reached an end. Fiona sat up and looked down on her beautiful husband, who looked up blushing with large watery eyes. Fiona smiled at him tenderly and something stirred again between her legs.

This was going to be a very long night indeed. 

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Absolute Control



I really was tired so I decided to finish the foray in the missionary position. She was ready and so was I. I laid her out, got in position and speared her. She gasped and clutched at me. "Oh, Mike. It feels so big and so good. I feel so full."

I pumped slowly at first and after a few minutes, I speeded up. She was holding me very tightly. Finally, I felt the walls of her vagina, clinching on my penis. The resistance caused me to pump harder and her movements changed to something akin to a seizure. I shot into her as she screamed. We stayed that way for awhile then I put my arm around her and rolled on my back to sleep. She put her head on my chest and quickly fell asleep. We woke up in the morning sleeping next to each other. She was holding on to me. The self assured woman the public knew needed to belong to a strong man.

Monica dressed and went to work and I went to my office. That night I was home before Monica arrived. When she walked in the door, I said "trance." 

"Slave, when you come home, you will take off all of your clothes immediately. You will stay in a constant state of arousal. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"I am going to invite over some friends to show you to them. Please wait in the master suite, until I call you."

There was a couple whom I had hypnotized together and controlled for a very long time. I hadn't played with them for some time. I started to get bored with how easy my control over them was. I decided I would invite them over to test how far I could push Monica. 

"Jeff, this is Mike, will the two of you come over to my house tonight. Plan on staying the night. Be here in an hour."

I called Robert and had him get dinner for Monica and I. I had him serve it in the master suite. Monica was waiting for me. She was naked as instructed. Her pussy was glistening with moisture and her odor permeated the room. My favorite smell. Robert served us a nice steak dinner with salad and asparagus. I could tell that he wanted to screw Monica again. "Robert, I have other plans this evening. You can retire to your apartment, I'll call you if I need you."

Shortly after dinner, Jeff and Abigail came to the door. I ushered them in. "Abigail, Jeff, it is wonderful to see you again. I want you to meet my latest sex slave. Slave, come here."

Monica walked in naked. Abigail and Jeff looked her over. Abigail spoke first. "Master, she is beautiful. I would enjoy eating her." Abigail was an athletic five foot, ten inches. She was two inches shorter than Monica and built very similarly. Jeff was also very athletic and hung like a horse. Almost ten inches and very thick.

I had conditioned them to call me Master when we were alone and they knew that we had a special sexual relationship. They were both very deep somnambulists and had no memory of what happened during a trance. They remembered that they always left feeling terrific and they should not turn me down if I asked them to do something. They knew they were being hypnotized and I was called Master Hypnotist on the stage.

"Jeff and Abigail go into a trance." Nothing seemed to change, except they seemed to hang on my words. "Both of you strip."

They quickly took their clothes off. Jeff was already stiff and sticking up his belly. Jeff was taller than me. He was almost seven feet tall and very strong. "Jeff I want you to impale my new slave with your pole. Do it while you are standing up. Slave stand in front of Jeff and spread your legs."

She did and Jeff bent down and speared her with his immense cock. He put his hands on her butt and stood up. She held on to his shoulders Her feet left the floor and dangled. I was sure that Jeff was the largest man she had ever had. She was trying to hump on his cock, but she had no purchase. She had no way to move. Jeff took hold of her at the sides of her chest and pulled her up and down his pole. Clearly, she was loving it. 

"Jeff, you will shoot inside her and Slave, you will have a huge orgasm when you feel Jeff ejaculate into you."

Jeff began jerking his hips and Monica rode him like a rag doll on a stick. She flopped around, She also screamed. Jeff lifted her up and off his pole. He placed her on the floor. Abigail watched with great interest. When Jeff put her on the floor Abigail kneeled down over her. "Master, let me lick her clean?"

"Yes, Abigail, you may do that." Abigail began licking Monica's cunt. She licked up all the juices as they flowed out of Monica. Monica had a second orgasm, thrashing around and making loud noises. I was getting very hard and needed release. It had been a while since I'd had Abigail, so I would have her.

Abigail's ass was in the air as she eat Monica. I took my pants off and pushed my cock into Abigail's swampy cunt. She gasped and bucked backwards. "Abigail when I shoot into you, your orgasm will start." I pumped for a few minutes and soon I was ready to cum. I sped up and shot my seed into Abigail. I played with her breasts and clit as I did that. She had spasms on my cock and shook all over. She reached back to try and hold me. I pulled out and told everyone to "freeze." Abigail froze with her tongue in Monica's cunt. Jeff was standing watching when he froze. Now I wanted to experiment.

I told everyone that they should get in my jeep. We drove up my property to a cabin I owned in the mountains. The total property was 3200 acres and the property was very secluded. No one knew that Jeff and Abigail were on the property. We got out and went into the cabin. I had brought several pair of hand cuffs and leg irons with me. They were in a bag I carried into the cabin. In the cabin I had a setup where someone could be fastened to a wall and they would be helpless.

When we walked into the cabin everyone was very animated. They were chattering away about nothing special. They had all traveled naked. I had put my pants back on. "Jeff, I want you to stand against the wall right here." I pointed to a spot on the wall where I had leg irons and handcuffs attached to the wall. They were on a slider so they could be adjusted.

"Abigail, you attach the cuffs to Jeff's wrists and the irons to his ankles. Jeff stand still so she can do that." Jeff stood still and Abigail attached the restraints. Jeff could not move any way but up and down. I locked the cuffs at the top of the pole. That limited his movement. Jeff was beginning to get erect again. 

"Slave, take his cock in your mouth and make it hard." Monica deep throated him and he got stiff immediately. 

"Now play with it for a while." She licked it and pulled on it and toyed with it with her hands. Jeff was enjoying it. "Abigail, sleep."

Abigail collapsed in a heap. I put the handcuffs on her hands behind her back and I put a set of leg irons on her ankles. I picked her up and hung her upside down by the leg irons using a hook I had in the wall. Her arms could not reach the floor and her head was about a foot off the floor. I had her face out, with her arms behind her. I felt her cunt. Sopping. There was a pulley over the hooks that held Jeff. I attached a noose and pulley to the hook.

"Slave, put the noose over Jeff's head." Monica put the noose over his head. 

"With your right hand turn the pulley and with your left hand rub his cock." She began to turn the pulley while rubbing his cock. His cock was getting even harder as Jeff was strangling. He started heaving to get breath as Monica slowly turned the crank. It was now tight around his neck. 

"Don't turn it any further." She stopped turning and continued rubbing. Jeff's hips started to buck and he shot semen into the room. His tongue was starting to protrude from his mouth. His chest was heaving. He would die in about two more minutes, or at least have brain damage. I walked over to the pulley and released it. Jeff collapsed against the chains breathing very hard. Monica was oblivious to his suffering. Abigail was watching, but I didn't think she could tell what was going on. 

Now I wanted to try a different approach. I put a noose around Abigail's neck. I gave the rope to Monica. What she was doing here was more clear.

"Monica, pull on the rope. You are to kill Abigail. Do it slowly. Abigail, you are going to die for your Master."

Monica pulled up on the rope, pulling Abigail's head towards her. I went and felt Abigail's cunt. It was swamped. I massaged her clit. She started to spasm on my hand. Her chest was heaving and she was gasping for breath. Monica kept pulling. The noose was slowly tightening. Abigail's chest started heaving and her tongue started pushing out her mouth. I wasn't sure how much longer she had to live. I put my hand on Monica's hand.

"I've changed my mind. I don't want you to kill her right now." She stopped pulling and I loosened the noose. I again felt Abigail's cunt and clit. Incredibly, it was still in spasm. She was still having her orgasm. Her leg irons were rubber coated so she would not have scaring from the metal. She continued to gasp for breath. I waited until her breathing became regular and unhooked her from the wall. I put her on her back and undid the leg irons. The noose was still around her neck.

I took my pants off. My cock was again erect. I inserted it into Abigail. "Slave I want you to strangle Abigail while I fuck her. I want to feel her die while I cum. Pull on the rope."

Monica again started to pull on the rope. Abigail was kicking her legs as I pumped. I could feel her chest heaving even as her cunt continued to spasm. I was close to cuming. Monica was watching me for a sign. She was going to finish her when I came. She was getting ready to lean back and get more leverage on the rope.

"Slave, stop. I don't want to do it this way." She dropped the rope. Abigail pumped against me and I came. Jeff was against the wall with an engorged cock sticking straight up watching us. 

"Jeff, did it arouse you, seeing Abigail strangled while being fucked?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Abigail, how do you feel?"

"My neck hurts, but I feel incredibly satiated."

"Abigail, your neck feels fine." She felt her neck.

"You're right, it feels fine, now."

"Slave, you did well. You did everything asked of you. Did you have any hesitation?"

"No Master, if you wanted it done, I was going to do it. I am yours to command."

What an awesome feeling.

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