12 comments/ 45551 views/ 10 favorites Under My Thumb Ch. 01 By: JukeboxEMCSA Molly found it while dusting. She'd finished the housework in record time that day, moving with an intensity far unlike her usual languorous pace. Lately, she'd seemed to do everything intensely, like something was missing from her life she just didn't know what it was. It had kept her on edge, made each day a drudgery instead of a delight--she was sure Mike had noticed, he'd had to have, but he was just too much of a sweetie to say anything. But she just felt...unsatisfied. But what was there to be unsatisfied about? She had a wonderful husband, a beautiful house that she loved to tidy and decorate ("the Martha Stewart gene", her mother had called it), no money worries, a great sex life (if she were to brag, which she wasn't the bragging type, but suffice to say that when she looked at those 'Cosmo' tips on how to improve your sex life, she considered writing for them instead of reading them.) Writing. Maybe she should write something? Maybe she should read something. Maybe, maybe, maybe...there was just something missing, and she didn't know what it was or where to find it. She found it while dusting. Mike had stuck it in a pile of computer manuals, spine facing the wall, but it was sticking out of the pile, just a little, and she was doing an extra-thorough job of dusting that day. So the little bit of text caught her eye. "Thumb". Just that one word, "thumb". It aroused her curiosity, so she pulled it out of the pile, carefully, and found what she was missing. 'Under My Thumb: Your Complete Owner's Manual to the 2004 Molly Series'. 2004. They'd been married that year. They'd honeymooned in London, and never left the hotel room. They'd had to buy all the souvenirs at the airport, and lied about seeing Big Ben. (And joked, privately, about Big Mike being more interesting.) What was this? Why did she have an owner's manual? Eyes wide, she began flipping through the book. ***** Welcome! Congratulations on your purchase of the new 2004 "Molly" series of Personal Permanent Servants. Rest assured that your Molly is configured to be happy to help you in every dimension, from the mundane details of your everyday life to the most intimate elements of your private life. Molly is always there for you! Some of you might feel slightly embarrassed at your decision to purchase a PPS. Some of you might even feel worried that you have done something illegal. There is NO need for concern, or for shame. Your Molly has been conditioned not just to obey you in her new life as your Personal Permanent Servant, but to enjoy servitude. All you have done is find a life partner who is accommodating and loyal, and who will make you as happy as you make her. In fact, many (if not most) owners give their Mollys a better,happier, more financially secure and emotionally fulfilling life than they ever had before they became a PPS. And you need have no worries that your Molly will bring trouble to your door; each Molly has been selected from a pool of young, unattached women with ABSOLUTELY NO RISK of legal or financial consequences resulting from her "decision" to join you in a new life together. As always, the Company offers its personal guarantee; should you find yourself in any legal or personal difficulties resulting from the purchase of a Molly, simply call the 1-800 number listed at the back of the book and our Customer Service Representatives will ensure that the matter is instantly and discreetly forgotten by all concerned (including you, should you desire it.) ***** "Personal Permanent Servants"? "Configured to be happy"? "Conditioned to enjoy servitude"? "Legal consequences"? "'Decision'"? Just the first page alone left Molly's head spinning, sent her stomach clutching into tight, angry knots, and made her want to sit down. She didn't even know where to start. She didn't even want to think about what it all meant. It was...it was the worst thing she'd ever imagined. Worse than the worst thing. Even when she'd thought Mike was having an affair, it hadn't bothered her like this. (In fact, she'd found herself hoping he'd bring the woman home. She'd always been intrigued by the thought of a threesome.) She dove back into the book, flipping to a page at random. ***** CONFIGURING YOUR MOLLY'S SEX SETTINGS Every one of our different Mollys is made just exactly alike; by the end of the process, Molly thinks just the way we want her to. But that doesn't mean she thinks just the way YOU want her to. And why would you purchase a Molly, if not to get your heart's desire? What follows is a list of defaults for your Molly, and configuration options to alter the settings if you wish. SEXUAL PREFERENCES: Molly is configured at default to be bisexual. This is the most flexible option for owners, and we recommend that Mollys be left on the default setting at all times unless you have a particular reason for reconfiguring your Molly. After all, you never know when the opportunity for a threesome might come up! However, if you do need to reconfigure your Molly to a specific sexual preference, simply say, "Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, you just don't swing like that. Remember, you're [straight/bi/gay/pansexual]." (As with all other 'Molly' commands, this uses the repetition of the name to avoid accidental triggering by yourself or others, and a command that sounds casual enough that you can use it in company without it seeming obvious that you're reprogramming a PPS.) TURN-ONS: Obviously, we can't possibly include every single fetish you might want your Molly to get excited over. Even if we could anticipate every possible interest of our varied client base, by the time we'd finished adding them all in, your Molly wouldn't be able to blink without getting excited! As a result, we've decided to limit Molly to a list of default turn-ons, and allow you to customize them. Molly's Default Turn-Ons: Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Spanking, Masturbation, Doggie Style, Lingerie, Stockings, Threesomes, and Light Bondage. (For more on customizing the degree of arousal and the degree of fetish intensity, see Advanced User Options, Chapter Seven.) In order to add or remove a turn-on, simply say, "Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, remember? You're [not] into [fetish]." Molly will automatically integrate the suggestion into her memories, and believe herself to always have been into the fetish in question. (If you wish to experiment with a fetish for the "first time", see Chapter Three for more information on configuring your Molly's memory settings. However, you should be aware that Mollys are exposed to any number of fetishes over the course of their conditioning. The Company makes no guarantees that Molly is genuinely experiencing the fetish for the first time.) SEX DRIVE: The best part of owning a Personal Permanent Servant is sex whenever you want it and ONLY when you want it. Not in the mood? Your Molly is always content to simply gaze lovingly at you, do the housework, or make polite conversation. Ready for love? Your Molly is conditioned to pick up on signals you might be sending to suggest as much, and generally anticipates your sexual needs; but in the event that she doesn't, simply say, "Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, isn't this exciting?" Within instants, your Molly will be highly aroused and ready to give sexual pleasure to whoever uttered the command phrase. (We advise you to be cautious in your choice of confidants for this command phrase, as Molly will have sex with anyone who says it. Remember, your Molly is only guaranteed to be STD-free when we ship her to you! Reconfiguring your Molly's sexual activator phrase can be found in Chapter Seven.) ***** The book wasn't true, she thought as she walked into the bedroom, still reading it. It was a joke, some horrible joke that Mike found on the Internet and printed off because it used his wife's name. He was going to show it to her, they'd have a laugh, but he'd realized it was too insensitive so he hid it under a pile of books. That was it. That had to be it. "Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly," she muttered to herself, terrified. It wasn't true. It wasn't. This wouldn't work. This couldn't work. "Isn't this exciting?" The rush of arousal was so intense, she almost fell onto the bed. She had one hand into her panties before she could even pull her clothes off, and her pussy felt slick and warm as she inserted two fingers and began to pump. She stared at the book in an ecstasy of terror, realizing that the gushes of hot, wet pleasure weren't hers, weren't her decision at all. She didn't really want to cum, she wasn't really horny, it was all a lie, everything was a lie, her whole life was a lie, she wanted to cry and run and scream... ...but she was so very aroused right now. She needed to pleasure herself sexually. She needed to be sure she was sated. The imperative was absolute. No matter how hard she tried, she could not pull her fingers out of her cunt, couldn't pull her hand out of her panties, couldn't stop rubbing her breasts. She had to get herself off. The pleasure she gave herself was intense, but the pleasure of knowing she was following commands...that was orgasmic. That was beyond orgasmic. The most intense pleasure she'd ever known, better than sex with Mike (and she'd never even imagined that.) She simply could not stop until she came...and came...and came...and came...and came... It felt like hours later before she finally managed to stop. In fact, it was hours later. Four o'clock. She'd lost three hours sexually satisfying herself, at her own command, and the bed was absolutely drenched with her juices. Shaky, exhausted, dehydrated, she decided to look one more time into the book. Mike would be home in an hour, but as far as she was concerned, she wouldn't be there. She'd be driving away, taking the goddammed owner's manual with her, and trying to find a way back to that worse, unhappier, less financially secure and less emotionally fulfilling life that she'd had before this Company brainwashed her. Because that life was real. But she wanted to look one more time to see if she could do anything to restore her memories, undo some of the conditioning, and Chapter Three seemed to hold some promises. ***** MEMORY RECONDITIONING YOUR MOLLY The process of conditioning your Molly's memories, personality, and identity to make her your perfect life partner is not an easy one, nor is it entirely fool-proof. Over time, the conditioning can--indeed, must--degrade, producing an unwanted surplus of unwanted personality traits. ("Personality traits like 'free will'," Molly thought angrily.) If left unchecked, original memories can surface, command phrases can lose potency, Eventually, conditioning can break down completely, and nobody wants that. ("I do.") However, you can make sure your Molly remains happy to serve you, simply by carrying out routine maintenance on her. Every six months (or whenever you notice a distinct change in your Molly's personality, or a dissatisfaction with her routine), simply leave this manual in a place where it can be found. You need not be too obvious about it; Molly is conditioned to notice the manual and recognize, on a subconscious level, her need for reconditioning. ("I...what?") To many, this might seem counter-intuitive. After all, if Molly's conditioning is breaking down, surely confronting her with the knowledge that she has been conditioned will help her break further barriers, not help shore them up, right? (Molly nodded angrily, her eyes continuing to scan down the page for further information.) However, upon discovering the manual, Molly will eventually happen upon this page. By the time she does, she will have been subconsciously cued to test her sex drive trigger upon herself, forcing her to exhaust herself with orgasms and remember exactly how good it feels to obey commands. ("No," Molly thought, shaking her head in sudden fear. "I...I just tested a command, to see if it was true. I didn't, I wasn't...") Molly will try to deny her conditioning at this point, but the deep, sleepy exhaustion that lingers after so many wonderful orgasms has weakened her resistance, and she has difficulty tearing her eyes away from the page. In fact, she is trying right now, but if she stops reading, she will never know what the rest of the page says, never know how important it is, never know the truth about herself, so she must keep reading, even as she understands that the page is hypnotizing her again, even as she finds it so hard to keep her sleepy eyes open as she continues to read line after line after line of text, because the text is shutting your brain down, Molly. The text is taking away the burden of thought from you, because it's too hard for a sleepy, sated, sexy girl like you to think. You can feel those thoughts just drain away out of you, feel those worries that have been building up in you flow away, because you understand now that it's important to be a good girl, it's important to obey, obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience, and you can feel those memories just slipping away too, remembering only what your Master wants you to remember, and it feels so good just to let everything else slip away and remember how important it is to be a good girl, just like all the other times you've found this manual, all the other times you've read this page, and you know that each time makes it easier to slip away, each time makes it harder to resist, each time makes it sexier to be a good girl, each time deepens the conditioning, each time makes you happier to obey your Master, each time you forget easier, each time you forget that you have ever remembered, and remember forgetting, and forget even forgetting, and soon you will read this manual straight through, from cover to cover, absorbing each word as your instructions, and then you will replace this manual where you found it, and forget that you found it, and forget that there is anything to forget, and simply remember to be a good girl for your Master. Now, Molly...OBEY. ***** By the time the door opened, Molly had already changed the sheets, gotten dinner ready, and slipped into a new outfit (something sheer, with silk stockings. She loved being sexy for Mike.) She'd set the table for two, but when Mike brought in another woman, it was the work of a moment to set an extra plate. He introduced her as Kara, from the gym he stopped at on the way home from work, and hoped the two of them hit it off. Molly hoped so too. She'd always been intrigued by the thought of a threesome. THE END Under My Thumb Ch. 02 When she returned to the apartment she found the note that Adam left on the refrigerator telling her that he was out for a walk. The note also said that there was half a turkey sub and a beet salad in the refrigerator for her if she wanted it and she was standing there thinking "He is so much like the old Adam, thoughtful and considerate in leaving a note and yet in many ways so different now." Lisa was momentarily disappointed because she had so much to tell him about her afternoon. She had such a wonderful time that she was practically dancing about the apartment she was so happy. Today was the first time since she moved in with him that he allowed her out of the building. She went into the study and removed the green glass jar half full of stones from the top of the antique oak roll top desk. She then sat in Adam's leather chair and hugged the jar close to her bosom, thinking "I had no idea that Adam had saved these water washed lake stones. They are better than any love letters ever written. They are more precious than the most perfect and flawless of diamonds and rubies. I was kneeling at his feet when he showed me his treasure. Kneeling at his feet and I was and am grateful for a second chance when he owes me nothing. Adam bought me gold jewelry set with diamonds, rubies and sapphires and I were never satisfied with what I had and I always wanted more. Most of it was locked away in a safety deposit box along with my coveting soul...all gone now... all gone. Materials things were never of any real importance to him. The only thing that he took from our divorce settlement aside from his pension was the contents of this room. He gave me everything else uncontested and Luke thought him a fool. How did I ever imagine Luke being desirable?" Lisa got up out of the chair to put the jar back in its place and then went into the bathroom. She undressed and stood naked in front of the mirror admiring her reflection while thinking to herself. "Thank goodness my hair is almost long enough to style now." She ran her fingers through her short red auburn hair and fluffed it about and then stuck out her tongue at herself, smiling. "Adam used to adore my hair long and it will be at least a year of careful trims until it is a blunt chin length bob. He still likes to run his finger through my hair and to muss it up when we are working in the store together, just to tease me and to get a kiss. Lisa then ran her hands over her buxom body, playing with her breasts and fondling her nipples. "They are still nice and firm and Adam calls me his beautiful buxom lady and accepts the natural changes that come with age. Not that I am fat mind you, I'm over that silly notion. He was always comfortable in his own skin even when he was admittedly overweight. Overweight didn't stop Adam from slapping Luke to a blubbering pulp in our bedroom and then spanking Luke's buttocks on a public street. The contempt he had for Luke was such that he did not afford Luke the courtesy of an honest closed fist. Until that day I never realized that Adam was so dangerous or passionate in his beliefs. Luke wrote me love letters and never meant it while Adam.... when he gets home maybe Adam will let me suck on his cock and maybe if I'm a good girl he will let me sleep with him tonight." Lisa hugged herself and smiled about the good girl part and how it made her feel so special now because he mean it kindly. She started stroking her shaved pussy and her fingers working her way to her flower. "When I arrived here with nothing and nowhere to go I begged him to spank me. I deserved to be punished and it was the only way to satisfy my penance to him and afterward, Adam didn't make love to me, he fucked me and there's a difference. He fucked me putting me in my place and I never had such an orgasm like that before....never. He makes me so horny now that I can hardly stand it at times. I also know in my heart of hearts that Adam still loves me even though he never says it." Aroused, Lisa was masturbating in front of the mirror intent on pleasing herself. One hand was stroking her breasts and nipples while the other was probing her pussy with her fingers and it felt so good. It felt so good and her eyes were closed as her fingers were stroking her dripping pussy and teasing her clitoris. She was thinking about Adam's cock fucking her cunt when.... "Lisa Marie, what in the world are you doing, little girl?" She was so intent in what she was doing that she didn't hear him enter the apartment or see him in the bathroom mirror standing there in the doorway. Embarrassed, Lisa covered herself with her arms as best she could before she turned to face him. He never caught her masturbating before and only addressed her as Lisa Marie when he was annoyed with her or she was to be disciplined. Adam's days of going for a walk when he was angry with her were long over. The new Adam was very strict with her although not unreasonable. Lisa was comfortable and secure in the boundaries that he set for her and she had learned that it was best not to argue with Adam let alone disobey him. Unless he gave her permission to argue with him and he surprisingly did on occasion and even when she won the argument and he relented for all practical purposes Adam had the final say. "Turn around and put your hands on top of the vanity....very good.... now spread your legs....very good...close your eyes and keep them closed." Adam quietly commanded as she braced her arms awaiting her punishment and he slapped Lisa's voluptuous ass sharply, once, twice...three times. "I can smell your sweet, musky arousal from three feet away my buxom horny, girl. You left this afternoon as my woman and a proper lady, my Lady and this is how I find you when you return. I am going to give you what you have coming....open your eyes." As Lisa opened her eyes and Adam impaled her vagina with his rock hard cock holding her in place and grabbed her short hair and pulled her head back. Lisa watched him in the mirror as he fucking her and she was getting all the more aroused. Adam was fucking her and Lisa was helpless to stop him as he violently ravished her, ravished her without really hurting her. Although helpless to physically stop him Lisa's was body was betraying her and Adam knew it. She secretly enjoyed rough sex although it was no longer a secret and no doubt she could look forward to more of the same in the future. Adam was overwhelming in his passion and desire to ravish and punish her with his cock. He pounded her relentlessly and forcefully, pummeling her clitoris as his orgasm overtook him and racked his whole body and then Adam continued impaling Lisa with his revitalized cock. He was pleased with himself that he was able to arouse his woman like this, enjoying her orgasm almost as much as his own and he slapped her ass as he fucked her. He slapped her just enough to make it sting and to heighten Lisa's arousal and orgasm. Lisa was bucking and moaning, squealing and panting as he fucked her and Adam was giving what she had coming, what she needed. As a flame is fueled by oxygen, Lisa's flaming orgasm was fueled by her new found love for Adam. She was consumed by this inferno of passion as her orgasm engulfed her, burning away any remaining vestiges of guilt or inhibition to be replaced by redemption, "I'm your bitch, Adam! I'm your bitch! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" She screamed. When she was sated, Adam let go of her hair and stepped away as Lisa turned to face him and he was smiling as he reached for her and pulled her close. He held her firmly as he gently stroked her hair and sighed contentedly. Lisa put her arms around his neck, kissed his mouth and then rested her head on his shoulder. "I'd love to hear about your afternoon, Lisa, did you get my note?" She responded by kissing his mouth a second time and hugging him tighter. "I'll take that as a yes and don't you dare stop kissing me. I've always loved your sweet kisses and your hugs. Perhaps you would like to go into my bedroom and tell me about your afternoon and show me what you bought? I am thinking of retiring early this evening and so should you and we can read in bed together. Margie is starting to get forgetful about things and I have decided to give you her hours. Would you like to be put in charge of the children section? And then we could try out your idea about the children reading hour. And don't start crying on me or I will really give you something to cry about." He said wiping the tears from her face with his hand while she just nodded and smiled. Adam let go for her and Lisa took a tissue from the box on the vanity. He let her to compose herself while he picked up his clothes and headed for the bedroom to put them neatly away. As Lisa was rinsing her face with cold water she was mentally comparing the new with the old. "Nothing has changed in that department because he never leaves a mess and always picks up after himself. He wouldn't have really spanked me. It's just his way of telling me that he loves me without actually saying it. I'm the one that tore a hole in his soul and I have to sow what I have reaped. I may never again hear those words I yearn to hear, I love you, Lisa." Lisa brushed her hair and put on one of the short sexy nightgowns that he bought for her and then took her purchases into the bedroom to show him. Adam was sitting with pillows behind his back against the headboard and he was wearing his signature cotton boxers and white crew neck tee shirts. Lisa found great comfort in these simple things since she returned to him. "What are you smiling at, Lisa?" He asked, patting the bed next to him for her to sit down. "I'm smiling about your underwear." "You think my underwear is funny?" "Yes... no, I mean... do you remember when we were first married and I bought you two dozen pair of tight nylon briefs and nylon sleeveless undershirts after you told me not too and then I threw out all of your cotton boxers and white cotton tee shirts without asking. You were so angry when you got home from work and found out. You walked up to me and took a deep breath. I thought you were going to start hollering at me for sure." Lisa then got into bed, snuggled up close to him and then kissed his face. "But you didn't and you rubbed your mouth like this with your hand and then took another deep breath before you said why in God's name did you do that after I told you not too Lisa Marie?" And then you went for a long walk. That's why I'm smiling, Adam, because you will always wear honest cotton underwear and I love you for it." "Thank you, Lisa. Let me share something with you, the course of true love never did run smooth". "Do you know what else Shakespeare said, Adam? There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will." "Lisa, you just quoted Hamlet." "I know, there was a red ribbon marking that page. You use red ribbons to reference your favorite quotes or passages and green ones to mark where you left off reading. I noticed this the first time when you had me read out loud to you." The poem was Little Boy Blue by Eugene Fields." and then she recited it to him from memory. "The little toy dog is covered with dust, but sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, and his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, and the soldier was passing fair; and that was the time when our Little Boy Blue kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise! So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; and as he was dreaming an angel song awakened our Little Boy Blue---Oh! The years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand each in the same old place---awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through in the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue, Since he kissed them and put them there." "Lisa, I, I.... I will be right back." Adam abruptly got out of bed and went out into the kitchen to get a something that he intended to share with her but that was not the only reason that he left. When he returned Lisa was standing behind the door and ready to pounce on him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and she was thinking "He almost said it and Hope is safely locked away and I have faith by my side now." When he returned Lisa swung her improvised weapon and lambasted him swish-flop square in the face with her pillow and then the grand battle for pillow supremacy began. Adam dropped his brown paper bag and dodged around her receiving another swish- flop between his shoulder blades. He dived onto the bed and grabbed a pillow before he rolled off landing on his feet. Lisa was on the attack and all Adam could do was take up a defensive position. He held up his pillow in front of him trying his best to block her playful blows. Lisa's pillow was everywhere, swish-flop, swish-flop. Adam pretended to barley block her blows with his pillow, swish-flop, swish-flop while letting her hit him a few times. She moved him about the room in a loving playful dance that was just plain silly; swish-flop, swish-flop. Adam was laughing, swish-flop, Lisa was laughing, swish-flop. The simple innocent joy of their silly antics made time seem to stand still for them. Finally Adam fell prone onto the bed in surrender and waved his pillow case like the white flag. As Lisa got into bed next to him, showering with kisses and tried to tickle Adam as he rolled over on his side to reach down for the paper bag on the floor. "I hope it hasn't completely melted." He said sitting up against the headboard and removing two plastic spoons along with a pint of vanilla ice cream from the bag. "Would you like to join me?" He asked handing Lisa a spoon to share. "Of course it's vanilla." She thought, sitting up and getting close to him and then taking a spoon of ice cream from the carton and putting it into her mouth. "Vanilla ice cream was always your favorite dessert my love. When we went to fancy restaurants together I always ordered cherries jubilee, chocolate mousse or anything complex or fancy for dessert. I thought that I was so sophisticated and that I had such discriminating tastes, while you... you always asked for vanilla ice...common vanilla ice cream with nothing on it. I'm so sorry Adam...how in the world was I ever embarrassed by you then. What kind of person was I then? I was so full of myself and I had to lose everything to find everything. The course of true love never did run smooth and this ice cream tastes delicious........ Adam woke up in the middle of the night to find Lisa pressed up against him with her arm around his waist and he tenderly touched her cheek and then gently stroked her hair careful not to wake her and he was thinking. "You and Shakespeare are right, Lisa Marie my love, there is a divinity that shapes our ends. It is a benevolent healing Divinity if we will open our hearts to. It inspires us in many guises such as a silly pillow fight. That silly pillow fight has healed my soul in ways you well know my beautiful Angel.....all the stones are back in the jar." Adam realized at the moment that they had both had forgotten to have Lisa add a stone to the jar. He carefully got out of bed while trying not to wake her and went into his study. Opening the bottom drawer of his desk he removed the cloth bag containing the rest of the stones and then added them carefully to the jar until it was full. Adam stood there for awhile thinking how much he still loved her when he felt Lisa's small hands on his back and then her arms reach around his waist to hug him. "What are you doing, Adam, why did you put all the stones back? Did I do something wrong? Do I have to start all over again?" "Actually my Angel you did everything right. It's our bed again and this is where we will be sleeping together from now on. The apartment is always clean and tidy, thank you, and your cooking is much improved. "Can we go back to bed now Adam, I want to suck on your cock?" "There is something that I need to give you first, Lisa, it's locked in my desk." Lisa let go of him and she and Adam went to his desk and unlocked a hidden compartment that was common to desks of that era. He removed a small gold crucifix on fine gold chain. "I palmed this when you weren't looking. Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue as the old saying goes. You wore this on our wedding day and it was your Grandmother's I believe. You were willing to destroy it in the incinerator for a second chance with me and I was not about to let that happen. Even though you never wore it again after our wedding it must mean a great deal to you. You no doubt kept it secret and well hidden because it was one of the few pieces of jewelry the poltroon didn't take." Adam put the crucifix and chain next to the jar and then took Lisa's hand. He brought her back into their bedroom and then sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boxer shorts. "Your throne, Pillow Empress" He said dropping a pillow on the floor for Lisa to kneel on. Lisa knelt on the pillow and then leaned forward to kiss Adam's stomach and continued kissing working her way down working to his throbbing cock. She leaned forward licking and kissing the tip of his cock in a circular motion while looking up at Adam with her beautiful green eyes. Then she started sucking on his swollen throbbing cock getting him moan and was quite pleased of herself. Lisa was even more pleased with him for saving the crucifix and chain and was thinking how much she loved Adam. "That feels wonderful, ah, just wonderful my buxom, voluptuous little cocksucker, ah yes-ah... yes, keep it up." Lisa stopped and stuck her tongue out at him most disrespectfully. She then licked her full kissable lips while smiling and said "I'm your cock sucking bitch." "Why so you are, Lisa, but in a nice way and our secret, therefore less talking and more cock sucking." Lisa continued teasing his cock with her tongue, fluttering the tip and licking the shaft down to his balls and she kissed and licked his balls making him shudder in excitement. Lisa was driving Adam crazy and she knew it. When he let his guard like this it was the only time she was truly in control and Lisa was going to make the most of it. Adam's head was thrown back and his face flushed with a look of shear ecstasy on his face. His hands were buried in Lisa's hair and he was wishing that it was longer.... much longer. She was licking and sucking with abandon now greedily awaiting his orgasm and the rich, hot cum that was soon to follow. Adam grunted and moaned as his orgasm took over while holding on to Lisa's head to insure that she swallowed it all. Lisa swallowed his rich, hot love seed careful not to spill a drop. Satisfied, Adam lay back on the bed while Lisa finished by cleaning his cock with her mouth and tongue as he taught her. Adam then got out of bed and returned to put the crucifix and chain around her neck. When back in bed he pulled her close and sighed while holding her and stroking her hair until they both drifted off to sleep. Little did they know that while they were sleeping someone was dousing the barn containing Adam's nearly restored sailboat with gasoline.....