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While Victor and Dena were each being introduced to their respective lots in life at the Scythian Academy, Grant's life was undergoing major changes as well. It all started on the day when Cindy came home from the Mothers' Orientation at the Academy and coerced Grant into signing Victor and Dena's enrollment contract by mercilessly teasing Grant's cock and balls, and then demanding that he sign before letting him cum.
Like most males of his time, Grant thought of himself as the Man of the House. The Head of the Family. The King of the Castle. To be sure, he had been manipulated my his wife on that particular night, but that was not the way he looked at to. After all, imagined Grant, he probably would have signed the papers anyway. He knew that Victor and Dena weren't getting the education they needed from the public schools. And in any case, he mostly left the task of raising the kids to Cindy anyway. As for that cute little bedroom game that Cindy had come up with, Grant was glad that he and his wife had spiced up their sex life a bit. It simply meant that they weren't going to get bored with each other.
Grant's perception of the situation was, for the most part, nothing more than an attempt by his imagination to satisfy the demands of his fragile male ego. He was, however, right about one thing: His and Cindy's sex life was certainly no longer boring. Cindy's "cute little bedroom game" continued with a vengeance, with Grant's enthusiastic cooperation. It became a routine for Grant to lie in bed on top of the covers completely naked, and for Cindy to walk in her sexiest negligee, sit on top of Grant, and order him to do things while stroking his cock or gently manipulating his balls.
At first, they were simply nominal make-work tasks that seemed to exist only for the purpose of providing a pretext for Cindy's "game." Sometimes, she would walk into the bedroom, drop some papers on the floor, and order Grant to pick them up. Sometimes, she would order him to fetch her a glass of water. Other times, the tasks were more intimate. She once ordered him to massage her feet, and kept him on the edge of orgasm for over an hour while she enjoyed a relaxing foot rub. Every time, however, there was something Grant had to do -- some task he had to perform -- in order to "earn" the privilege of cuming.
The "game" got more sophisticated as time went on, and a set of rules came into being. One such rule was established when Cindy climbed on top of Grant, squeezed his cock between her fingers, and said, "Go to the kitchen, Boy, and bring me a bowl of grapes."
"Sure thing hon," replied Grant.
Cindy then drew her open hand back and slapped Grant's cock. It didn't cause excruciating pain, but Grant certainly felt it.
"BAD BOY," snapped Cindy. Then, as she grabbed Grants balls with her right hand, she said to him, "I am NOT 'hun.' I am your lady. When I give you a command, you are to address me as such. Understand Boy?" Lately, Grant always seemed to be "Boy" in the bedroom.
"Yes, I understand," said Grant.
Cindy tightened her grip on Grant's balls slightly.
"Er . . . I mean 'Yes My Lady,'" said Grant quickly.
"Better," replied Cindy calmly, as she let Grant's balls go and then got up from on top of him to allow Grant to rise.
Grant then went into the kitchen, completely naked, and retrieved a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator and placed them in a bowl. He brought the bowl back to the bedroom and handed it to Cindy. Cindy gave the bowl back to Grant, and required Grant to place each grape into Cindy's mouth, one by one, until they were gone. All the while, Cindy molested Grant's cock, and kept him on the edge or orgasm. She did not mount him and push him over the edge until the last grape was gone.
The result of the Johnsons' new bedroom routine was that Grant was being classically conditioned associate taking orders from Cindy with being sexually aroused. Cindy knew that eventually, she would be able to assert her new authority over Grant outside of the bedroom, but she also knew that it would be dangerous to attempt to do so until the conditioning had fully taken hold. So, for what seemed like an eternity for Cindy, she dominated Grant only in the bedroom. Then, one Saturday morning after Cindy had decided that enough time had passed, she tried a little experiment. After the two of them finished eating breakfast together in the kitchen, Cindy said to Grant in a stern, commanding tone, "Now clean up the table and do the dishes."
Grant gave Cindy a suppressed look. "What?" asked Grant, not believing his ears.
"CLEAN up the table, and DO the dishes!" she said in an even more stern tone.
Grant stood up, and Cindy could clearly make out the budge that had suddenly formed in his trousers. He slowly proceeded to gather up the dishes from the table.
Cindy walked around to Grant's side of the table, and slapped Grant's ass. "Faster," she ordered. Grant sped up.
Grant gathered the dirty dishes from the table and placed them in the sink. As he filled the sink with soapy water and started scrubbing, Cindy came up behind him and undid his trousers. As she did so, she whispered in Grant's ear "keep going." Grant continued cleaning dishes as his trousers dropped to the floor -- followed in short order by his underwear. His cock was already hard -- having been trained to respond in that manner to Cindy's commands, but Cindy stroked it just enough to reinforce the conditioning. She brought Grant back into the bedroom and fucked him only after the last dish was dried and put away.
Grant was now hers.
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