Be Careful What You Wish For... Part 1

Prologue

I'm still online when I hear my wife open the front door. Somehow, I didn't hear

her car pull up. She told me that she would be home around midnight, but it's

only 11. If she comes straight up to our bedroom, I'm gonna get busted!

Sure enough, she comes straight up! I quickly log off just a second before she

enters, but the screen saver feature take a minute to activate.

"Were you on that damned computer again?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah," I reply.

"So why did you log off so quickly?" she asks sarcastically.

"Well, I heard you come in, and I figured it was time to get ready for bed," I

respond.

"Yeah, right! Smut surfing again? Why don't you get a fucking life?" she snaps

back, as she slams the door to the adjoining master bathroom behind her.

What a sweetheart. Well, she is pretty close about the smut surfing. I was on a

domination website again, for about the 10th time in the past month.

I usually take the opportunity to visit these sites whenever an opportunity

presents itself.

The truth is, I've had submissive desires for years. As an outlet for these

fantasies that I never managed to fulfill, I began writing about them. At first,

I just wrote about my thoughts. Later, I wrote stories loosely based upon my

fantasies.

Terri and I finally connected online last year. To my delight, I soon found

multitudes of other people with similar interests. I then refocused my energies

online, attempting to bring my submissive fantasies to real life.

In addition to reading as many femdom stories that I could find, I paid close

attention to the personal ads. I responded to many, but received only a tiny

fraction of responses in return. I even placed a couple ads of my own, but never

even received one response.

Connecting with a lifestyle domme has proven to be difficult at best. I feel

lost and don't know where to turn. Submissive males seeking femdoms are at an

extreme disadvantage. We simply outnumber them by too great a margin.

Unfortunately, I don't have the nerve to walk into a scene club cold. It's too

intimidating for a novice like myself.

Consequently, I may be faced with accepting my fate as just another sub wannabe

doomed to a vanilla existence. At age 39, my submissive life is currently

limited to my frequent and secret visits to various femdom websites.

Believe me, I've tried to suppress my submissive desires over the years, but

they always resurface. Sometimes with a vengeance. But in the big picture, the

lack of my submissive fulfillment is only a minor problem in comparison.

You see, my marriage is in trouble. Serious trouble. Not that my submissive

desires have anything to do with that. Terri doesn't have a clue about my

secret. At least I don't think she does. I've hinted around about exploring some

alternative sex and role playing on several occasions, but she's shown

absolutely no interest. I find her reluctance towards variation a little

difficult to understand and accept, because Terri is multi-orgasmic and fully

enjoys sex.

Nevertheless, our 12 year marriage has been problematic. But that's old hat.

Lately, what's bothering me most is my growing suspicion that she may be seeing

someone else. Our frequent arguments have been getting uglier, and she often

mentions divorce. The marriage councilor that we've been seeing for over a year

now hasn't seemed to help much.

Even at 32 with three kids, Terri is still a stone fox. She carries 124 slinky,

but curvaceous pounds on a 5'8" leggy frame. Her sexy figure is not the result

of any extra effort on her part, however. She has never seen the inside of a

health club, or even a pair of running shoes for that matter. She is simply

blessed with remarkable genes.

Her grandmother was half Filipino and half Chinese. Terri is the beneficiary of

luxurious, long, dark, thick, and moderately wavy hair. Her beautiful dark eyes

are just slightly slanted, and her light olive brown skin tans to a dark golden

brown, but never burns. She has pointed full eyebrows, full pouty lips, and a

street smart, mischievous look about her. She has 36D's and a cute little round

ass with dimples where the small of her back joins her succulent asscheeks.

Except for special occasions, the woman even goes without wearing makeup.

Yes, she's still a head turner to say the least. Sexually, I just can't get

enough of her. Even though we still fuck regularly, she hasn't kissed me on the

lips for almost two years. I also go down on her regularly, but she hasn't

reciprocated for almost two years as well.

Terri has never worked a full time job, but she's gotten involved with a few MLM

(multi-level-marketing) ventures over the years. It generates what she calls her

pocket money. That's where she supposedly went tonight, to another MLM meeting.

Our beautiful home is always a disastrous mess. She works an average of an hour

a day in her MLM venture. Even though I work full time, she fully expects me

share the housework 50/50. Since I am also expected to do 100% of the "man's

work," we have had numerous problems in this area.

Another problem area is money. We are barely managing to get by financially.

Even though I earn just under six figures and Terri earns her own pocket money,

we are struggling. We have a big mortgage, two cars payments, and several credit

cards to pay on each month. Of course, the kids always seem to need something

too. Consequently, we haven't been able to save a dime. Even if we managed to

save any money, Terri would quickly find something to spend it on. After all,

for years she's been spending money that we don't have!

If we didn't have 3 children, we no doubt would have gone our separate ways long

ago. God, does she make my life miserable! Even though I'm still crazy in lust

with her, I don't like her anymore. Does that make any sense? Terri is often

bitchy, but she seems particularly bitchy tonight. Well, tomorrow we have

another session with our marriage councilor. Maybe we could talk about it then.

Chapter 1

Terri was unusually quiet on our way to see Dr. Peter Anthony.

Unfortunately, the session proved to be just another time waster. But as we were

leaving, he suggested that we see an associate of his. He explained that Dr.

Kale is a hypnotherapist. He surmised that she might be helpful in uncovering

the true source of our problem that he, apparently, had been unable to do.

I called Dr. Kale the next day to arrange our interview, and was told that she

wanted to see us separately on our first visit. So after I set my appointment, I

asked her to call Terri direct to arrange for her appointment.

When I arrived at Dr. Kale's office the following Monday night, I was surprised

to see that my mental image of her had been woefully off target.

Even though she sounded more mature over the telephone, she appeared to be in

her early 30's. She was quite tall, only an inch or two shorter than my own six

foot height. Her sleek fitting white blouse and black skirt did little to hide

her well proportioned figure. She probably weighed around 135 to 140 pounds.

"Come in and sit down Mr. Hunt," she offered, as she picked up a file folder.

I sat down and twitched around a bit in her leather chair until I felt

comfortable.

"Dr. Anthony has forwarded a copy of your file upon my request. I've taken the

time to study it. It seems as though you and your wife haven't made much

progress," she said.

"No, I'm afraid not," I replied as I studied the captivating emerald green eyes

behind her over sized, librarian style glasses. She wore her long blond hair in

a tight, conservative bun.

"Do you love your wife, Mr. Hunt?" she asked.

"Oh yes, very much so," I responded, admiring her softly chiseled facial

features.

"As you know, Dr. Anthony suggested that hypnotherapy might be helpful to your

situation. May I assume that you're here because you're willing to give this a

try Mr. Hunt?" she asked.

"Please call me Mike," I requested.

"OK Mike," she replied.

"Yes, I'm willing to try anything at this point to save our marriage," I

explained.

"Well, that's a positive attitude, Mike! I'm glad to hear that. Now, have you

ever been hypnotized before?" she inquired.

"Just once, about 15 years ago to stop smoking," I responded.

"I see. Did it work?" she asked.

"Yes, I never smoked again after that," I explained.

"Wonderful! You already know that you can be hypnotized then. My guess is that

you probably had a high motivation to quit smoking before you saw your

hypnotist, didn't you?" she inquired.

"As a matter of fact, I did," I replied.

"Did you quit smoking after just one session?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"That's great! Do you mind if I ask what your hypnotist charged you back then?"

she continued.

"No, I don't mind. He charged me 40 dollars," I stated.

"I see. Well, times have changed. And Mike, your problem is a little more

complex this time. My fee will be 400 dollars per session. Will that pose a

problem for you?" she asked.

"Uhwell, no. It sounds a little expensive, but," my voice trailed off, but Dr.

Kale saved me by interrupting.

"Mike, the initial interview for both you and Mrs. Hunt will be complementary.

Also, we can speed up the process with the help of some medication, sort of a

truth serum, if you will. With the use of this drug, I can typically get to the

heart of the matter within 2 or 3 sessions. This is only about a third of the

time it would typically take using traditional techniques. There is no extra

charge for the drug. I don't expect your decision today, Mike. Sleep on it and

let me know the next time we meet. Do you have any questions?" she asked.

"Yes. Are there any side effects to this drug?" I asked.

"Yes. You could experience drowsiness up to several hours after the

administration of the drug. But besides that, there are no serious side effects

known. You will need to arrange for a ride home from here," she explained.

"OK, that shouldn't be a problem," I surmised.

"Do you have any other questions, Mike?" she asked.

"Well, does this mean that you're not going to hypnotize me today?" I inquired,

in a quizzical tone.

"No, not today. I hope I haven't disappointed you. Anything else, Mike?" she

asked, smiling.

"No, not that I can think of at the moment," I responded.

"Very good then. Can you see me this Friday at the same time?" she asked,

looking at her appointment book.

"Sure," I said.

Dr. Kale wrote in our appointment, then stood up. I followed her lead, and then

shook her extended hand.

"I'll see you this Friday at 6pm, Mike," she said.

"See you then," I replied.

Chapter 2

When I arrived home, Terri was unusually pleasant. She seemed very interested in

my interview with Dr. Kale. After I answered her questions, she announced that

she was going out on a recruiting appointment.

"On a Monday night?" I grumbled.

"Yes, I have my appointment with Dr. Kale tomorrow, so I have to take care of

this tonight," she replied.

"Why did you make your appointment with Kale on the same night that we usually

see Dr. Anthony?" I asked.

"Well, we may as well see what Kale can do for us before we go back to Anthony.

We are no better off than we were a year and a half ago when we started with

him," she explained.

"Yes, that's true. How long will you be out?" I asked.

"Just a couple of hours," she replied.

She promptly left. I planned to go to the health club to work out, but I had

enough time to visit a couple of domination sites first. Within a minute after

Terri had left, I was at my screen. I logged on, and saw that I had mail.

I didn't recognize the author's screen name, MsXenia. Hmm the subject line said

Make a Wish. I clicked on it. My eyes quickly widened, and my heart started

pumping harder. It read

Dear Potential Slave,

I am a tall, slender, gorgeous and intoxicating Dominant Woman. Some time ago,

you responded to a personal ad that I placed under a different name.

Your approach was interesting, so I saved your response.

Now that I've recently relocated to the Chicago area, I've decided to give you a

chance to experience your submissive dreams. But one chance only.

If you are still interested in serving a Goddess, you will write a letter essay

that explicitly and honestly expresses your deepest and most secret desires.

Don't leave anything out. The wider your parameters are, the better your chances

for selection will be. But let me forewarn you, do not fabricate! For if you are

selected, I will soon uncover your fabrications, and you will be forever

dismissed!

You will open your letter with the words, "Dear Mistress, I wish," and will

close your letter with, "Submissively Yours".

Make it good, slave! You will limit the length of your letter to a thousand

words, so get to the point and make every word count.

You are, no doubt, already asking yourself whether or not this is real. Since I

want no other correspondence from you other than your essay letter, let me

assure you that this is this real. In fact, it's more real than you can ever

imagine at this point!

So get to work! You have exactly 48 hours from the receipt of this letter to

comply.

Dominantly Yours

Mistress Xenia

My heart was pounding and my cock was supporting a crotch tent. I was almost

breathless. Was she on the level? I never told any of my friends about my secret

desires, so I surmised that it could only be from someone I had responded to in

the past. My only fear was that it may be the game playing of some nutball ex

husband or boyfriend of a femdom that I had once responded to.

Xenia also had AOL as her access provider, so she would know exactly what time I

retrieved her message. Since the clock was already ticking, I decided to start

working on it immediately. I wasn't sure yet whether or not I would ever send a

response to her, but I at least wanted to have the option to.

Writing the letter was not an easy task. The kids interrupted several times, and

the time passed quickly. Before I knew it, Terri was pulling her car into the

driveway. I logged off and quickly darted into the bathroom. It was already

9:15, and going to the gym was no longer an option. I would probably have to

explain to Terri why I didn't go, since it was out of character for me not to

work out on a Monday night.

I didn't have to wait long. The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, Terri

asked, "Didn't you go to the gym tonight?".

"No honey, I just wanted to hang around and think about my interview with Dr.

Kale today," I lied.

"What's to think about?" she asked.

"Well, she's very expensive for one. We really can't afford it," I explained.

"Are you saying that you're not going to see her again?" she queried, in a

slight argumentative tone.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. She also wants to use a drug on me to speed up

the process. I'm a little leery about that," I replied.

"Well, if she's expensive and we can't afford it, maybe speeding up the process

is the smart thing to do. How much will it speed it up?" she asked.

"She said that the drug typically cuts the time down to about a third of

traditional techniques," I explained.

"And how much does she charge for a session?" she inquired.

"Four hundred dollars," I replied.

"It doesn't sound like there's much to think about, is there?" she responded

flatly.

"No, I guess not. I suppose that I'm just a little hesitant about taking the

drug," I said.

"Why on earth for? You used to do drugs all the time when you were in college.

You'll probably like it! ," she quipped.

"Yeah, wellit's some kind of a truth serum," I added, trying to keep the tone of

conversation serious.

"So? Do you have anything to hide?" she asked.

"No, of course not," I responded.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?" she inquired.

"I guess not. But she said I will need someone to drive me home after the

session," I added.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"There's a possible after effect of drowsiness," I explained.

"When is your next appointment?" she queried.

"Friday at six," I replied.

"I'll take you," she offered.

"You don't have to trouble yourself. I'll ask Tom if he can pick me up," I

responded.

"Oh, I see. You don't want me anywhere near you when you're on truth serum, do

you?" she rebutted in an argumentative tone.

It was just like her to paint me into a corner with her manipulative ways.

"That isn't it honey," I tried to explain.

"Yeah, right," she sarcastically responded, as she slammed the door of the

bathroom behind her.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom and with a sarcastic tone,

said, "Fine, let Tom pick you up then."

Nothing more was said about it. When we went to bed an hour later, she

immediately turned her back to me and went to sleep.

Chapter 3

The best opportunity I had to finish my letter was following night when Terri

was at Dr. Kale's. The minute Terri walked out the door, I jumped online. I

worked hard and completed the letter only minutes before Terri returned. I

stored it as mail waiting to be sent.

I asked how her meeting went. I became quite annoyed when she told me that Dr.

Kale decided to hold off on Terri's therapy until after she had completed mine.

I left to go work out.

The next day, I fretted about whether or not to send my letter to Mistress

Xenia. I sat at my computer for as long as possible, debating my decision before

finally clicking on the send button. I probably would have sat there pondering

for hours if the 48 hour deadline had nt arrived.

As I drove to Dr. Kale's office on Friday, I found myself growing increasingly

irritated about Terri's therapy being postponed. I even decided to let Terri

pick me up afterwards. I didn't want to have to explain to my best friend what

was going on, especially since I was going for therapy without Terri. It might

appear as though I was the source of the problem.

Terri would drive me home, and I would have to leave my car there in Kale's

parking lot overnight. Terri agreed to help me retrieve my car the next day.

As I pulled into a parking space, I recalled that Mistress Xenia still hadn't

bothered to respond to my letter yet. As a result, my mood grew even more foul.

I tried to shake it off as I entered Dr. Kale's office.

"Hello Mike, I appreciate your promptness. Please sit down," she said.

I sat down and waited.

"Have you decided which method of therapy you prefer?" she inquired.

"Yes, let's go the quicker route," I responded.

"Fine! Are you ready to get started?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"Do you have any questions?" she queried.

"Well yes, just one. Why do you want to complete my therapy before starting

Terri's?" I asked.

"That's a good question. First of all, based on how you were such a good subject

15 years ago when you stopped smoking, I think you will be an easier subject to

work with. Also, your wife has indicated to me that she has attempted hypnosis

twice in her life without success," she explained.

"I didn't know that," I commented.

"Yes, and finally, you seem to be a little more motivated in terms of making

your marriage work," she concluded.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me!," I added, delighted to see that she understood

my plight. I started to really like her.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Good! Then are you ready to get started?" she asked again.

"Yes," I replied.

"Follow me," she instructed.

We went through a door behind her desk and entered her therapy room.

It was a larger room, perhaps 15 by 18 feet. There were three pieces of

furniture in the softly lit room. Her oversized chair was almost the size of a

love seat. Placed about six feet away was a chaise recliner for her subject. A

small table stood in between with a pitcher of ice water and two glasses on it.

"Please sit down, Mike," she instructed.

I sat up in the middle of the recliner and faced her. She handed me a pill, and

poured two glasses of water.

"It will take effect rather quickly, Mike. Usually well within 10 minutes. Do

you want to use the bathroom before we begin?" she asked.

"No thanks," I replied.

I then popped the pill into my mouth and chased it down with a gulp of water.

"Why don't you lay down now, Mike," she suggested.

Her recliner was incredibly comfortable. She stood up and walked over to a

control panel on the wall. She adjusted the light several notches dimmer, and

turned on a sound system. Ever so slightly, I could hear the sound of water

dripping, one slow drop at a time. I looked up at the ceiling to see a

state-of-the-art surround sound speaker system.

"Just relax, Mike. Breathe slow and easy," she instructed.

She slowly repeated her instructions several times. Soon, my body began to feel

as though it were dissipating, but I felt very content. I noticed that the

lighting had slowly changed to a crystal blue color, and the dripping sound

slowly grew louder.

"How do you feel, Mike?" she asked.

"Jusss Wunnnerful|," I responded, already well under the influence.

"Now close your eyes and imagine the drops of water, Mike. Use your mind's eye

to see the drops of pristine water. Watch them fall slowly into the crystal blue

body of water. You will see the concentric rings that each crystal clear drop

makes, Mike. Isn't it fascinating how the rings spread so evenly|so perfectly?"

she asked.

"Yessss," I responded.

The drops sounded even louder, and I could soon see the water just as she had

described it. It was beautiful. I felt an inner peace that I hadn't felt for

years. Seconds later, my physical body no longer existed.

Soon after that, I no longer perceived the confines of the room. The water

endlessly stretched throughout eternity. The entire universe was within my

perception. Somewhere far, far away, her voice still existed. But somehow, the

words no longer mattered. Such blissful peace. Ahhhh... The next thing I

remembered was waking up. I felt horribly groggy. I struggled to sit up. I

rubbed my eyes and opened them. I was shocked to see Terri sitting next to Dr.

Kale!

"How do you feel, Mike?" Dr. Kale asked.

I tried to reply, but I only croaked out an unintelligible sound. My mouth was

parched. The doctor poured more water into my glass. I picked it up and drank

half the glass without taking a breath.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Terri.

"Waiting for you to wake up for the past hour," she replied somewhat

indignantly.

I looked at my watch to see it was already 9:20.

"Damn, I've been out for over three hours?" I asked.

"Yes, Mike. You are a far better subject than I anticipated! One more session

should do it!," she declared.

"Why don't I remember what happened?" I asked.

"I'm afraid that you're still somewhat under the effect of the drug. And I also

gave you some post hypnotic suggestions. You should go home and rest now. This

will all come together for you very soon," she explained.

I was groggy, and my mind was too deep in a fog to argue, so I stood up to

leave.

"By the way, next week I'm going to give you some relationship exercises to take

home with you," Kale commented.

We set the next session for the following Friday at the same time. Terri wrote

her a check, and we then left.

Terri spoke very little about the session during the ride home. She also didn't

ask me any questions. This seemed out of character for her, being that I was in

a vulnerable state. It would have been much more like her to take advantage of

such a situation. But not being in the sharpest frame of mind, I decided to let

it go for the time being.

Chapter 4

The week went by without even one argument from Terri. This was a notable

improvement, since we typically had several fights each week. Not only were we

getting along, but the house was beginning to shape up too. I couldn't

understand it, but I sure wasn't about to rock the boat.

As well as things were going, I was bothered by occasional memory lapses.

After each lapse, I found myself hoping that Dr. Kale's drug had nt done any

permanent damage.

On Friday, as I drove to Dr. Kale's office, Terri called me on my cell phone to

tell me that she would drop the kids off by her mother's house for the weekend.

That way we would have the whole weekend to do the relationship exercises that

Kale would give us tonight.

Dr. Kale greeted us and had us sit down in her office. She asked us how things

were going. I remarked that things seemed to be improving, but that I was

concerned about my occasional memory lapses.

She explained that I had responded a little too well to the drug, and that the

lapses would soon pass. Tonight she would use less than half the dosage.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, somewhat hesitantly.

She ushered me into her therapy room, and left Terri in her office. She gave me

a smaller pill, and offered the use of her bathroom once more. I declined her

offer, and swallowed the pill.

"Tonight, I don't want you to go completely under, Mike. I need to keep you on a

conscious level," she explained.

"I'm glad to hear that!," I responded.

"Just close your eyes, Mike. Let your mind's eye see the pristine water dripping

into the crystal blue water," she said, as she dimmed the light and turned on

the sound system.

"I'll be back in a couple minutes, Mike. Just relax, and let the drug take

effect," she instructed.

Soon, my body started to dissipate once again. I felt a glowing, inner peace. I

didn't have a problem in the world. Nothing mattered but the present, and the

present was profound bliss.

I was vaguely aware of Dr. Kale reentering the room. From what seemed to

originate from a vacuum, she asked, "Mike, how do you feel?"

"Fine," I responded.

Before I could explain in detail, she interrupted, "That's good, Mike.

Now Mike, you will keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. You will

relax, and let everything takes its' course, won't you, Mike?"

"Yes," I said.

"Mike, things are much better at home now, aren't they?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

Once again, she interrupted.

"Just relax and answer yes or no, Mike. Let me take control. Do you understand?"

she instructed.

"Yes," I responded.

"Things are much better at home now, aren't they, Mike?" she repeated.

"Yes," I replied.

"Of course they are. This therapy is working very well, isn't it, Mike?" she

asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course it is. But now, we've reached the part of the therapy that requires

Terri's input. You love Terri very much and you want her input, don't you,

Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Of course you do. And you are just thrilled how everything has improved so

remarkably in just one week, aren't you, Mike?" she inquired.

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course you are. And you also know that there is no place for secrets in a

perfect relationship with Terri, don't you, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Of course you do! But you have been keeping some secrets from Terri, haven't

you?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Of course you have. You told me all about these secrets last week, didn't you,

Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded, in blissful reverie.

"Of course you did. You want her to know about all of these things. But you've

been afraid, Mike. You've been afraid that she would reject you.

Afraid that she would laugh at you. Afraid that she would use this knowledge

against you. All of this is true, isn't it, Mike," she suggested.

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course it is, Mike. That's why we need Terri's input now, to forever

eliminate your fears. So that you'll never have to be afraid of your secrets

ever again. That's what you want Mike, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course it is. And you know that after tonight, everything will be just fine,

don't you, Mike?" she continued.

"Yes," I replied.

"Of course you do. Now, you realize how important it is for Terri to know about

your secrets, Mike. You want her here right now so that you no longer have to

carry the burden of your secrets anymore, don't you, Mike?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Of course you do! And I have very good news for you. You don't have to worry

about anything anymore because Terri is her with me now, Mike. And she's known

about your secrets for a long time. She simply didn't know what to do, Mike. But

I've changed all that now. I've changed it for the benefit of both you and

Terri. Isn't that wonderful, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"From this day forward, there will never be a need for either one of you to have

secrets ever again, Mike. Isn't that wonderful?" she inquired, sweetly upbeat.

"Yes," I responded, feeling blissfully happy.

"The truth is that you want to be dominated by a woman, Mike. Completely

dominated. You truly believe that women are the superior sex. But even in spite

of your desires and beliefs, for years you have put up a macho facade by

fighting Terri for control. This is all true, isn't it, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Of course it is. But you'll never have to do this again, Mike.

Everything will be fine from now on. Open your eyes now, Mike. Sit up and face

us," she instructed.

Opening my eyes broke my reverie. I sat up, and looked at them. They were both

wearing black leather dominatrix attire. The surreal sight should have shocked

me, but for some reason it did not. I remained perfectly calm in a dreamlike

state.

"This is what you want, isn't it, Mike?" Dr. Kale asked.

"Yes," I replied, still without emotion.

"Of course it is, and this is what you'll get. But you must understand that

Terri is deservedly angry. After all, you attempted to satisfy your desires

outside of your marriage, Mike. But I've taught her how to channel her anger to

her best advantage. You see, by profession I am a Dr. Kale, certified

hypnotherapist. But by lifestyle, I am Mistress Xenia, dominatrix," she

explained.

All of a sudden, I snapped out of my dreamlike state. I started to remember

things. There were several moments of silence as files quickly downloaded from

my subconscious into my conscious memory. As I watched Xenia smiled wickedly, I

began to feel emotion once again.

"Yes, you are beginning to remember now, aren't you? All of those lapses in your

memory are filling in. You were given post hypnotic suggestions to forget

certain things until you heard the words Mistress Xenia. Do you remember now?"

she asked.

"Y-yes," I stuttered.

Xenia interrupted before I could continue.

"Ah, I see that the drug is starting to wear off too. That's good! You will soon

feel the full embarrassment and humiliation that you not only crave, but also

richly deserve!," she added.

The magnitude of what had occurred quickly clarified in my mind. I looked at

Terri to see a serious expression on her face, and remembered that it was I who

had been cleaning up our house lately!

"The nice thing about hypnotherapy is that a subject will never do anything

truly against their will, Mike. And when under the influence of a hypnotic

trance, they rarely say anything that isn't true, especially when using a truth

serum as we did. Do you remember our last session yet, Mike? We talked a lot

about that pathetic, groveling essay letter that you e-mailed me," Xenia

sneered. Her tone of voice was changing.

"Oh my god!" I blurted, as the memory of my first session with Dr. Kale filled

in. Suddenly I felt very embarrassed, and my face blushed. My expression must

have exposed my feelings. They both laughed.

My thoughts immediately turned to the e-mail letter that I sent to Xenia.

It suddenly became obvious that Terri had also read the letter. My level of

humiliation skyrocketed. They both laughed wickedly.

"You have no more secrets, Mike. We both know everything. Even your deepest and

most perverse fantasies. Unfortunately for you, you have plenty of serious

transgressions to atone for now! Years of mistreating Terri and looking outside

of your marriage, for starters. And you know how Terri likes to get even! Yes,

she'll enjoy being your dominant woman and punishing you for your gross

misbehavior! I'm afraid that you'll be serving Terri in every conceivable way

for the rest of your pathetic life or until she grows tired of you, whichever

comes first," she warned.

End of Part 1

Be Careful What You Wish For...Part 2

Chapter 1 "There are no more secrets, Mike. We both know everything now, even

your deepest and most perverse fantasies. Unfortunately for you, you have plenty

of serious transgressions to atone for! Years of mistreating Terri, and looking

outside your marriage, for starters. And you know how Terri likes to get even!

Oh, how she'll enjoy being your dominant woman and punishing you for your gross

misbehavior! I'm afraid that you'll be serving Terri in every conceivable way

for the rest of your pathetic life or until she grows tired of you, whichever

comes first. You will start now, by removing all of your clothes and kneeling

before her," she instructed.

"B-but...," I stammered. I knew that I'd been had.

"Come now, Mike. Don't even think about wasting our time with meaningless

arguments. Your pathetic little secrets are all out in the open now. We have

several copies of the e-mail response that you sent me. We also have copies of

your first session on videotape that proves you meant every single word that you

wrote to me! So don't waste our time or insult our intelligence by feigning

resistance! Unless, of course, you would prefer that we go public with this

information! Take off your clothes, now!" Xenia demanded.

Realizing my predicament, I slowly began to undress. My tight fitting bikini

briefs had been constricting my cock to just a semi-erect state. Within seconds

after removing them, blood quickly engorged my cock. It soon grew to its' full 7

inches, throbbing to my heartbeat. They both laughed.

"What a pathetic slut! Now kneel down before Terri!" Xenia commanded.

I knelt down and awaited her next instruction.

"As I mentioned earlier, Terri has known about your interests for a while now.

What you don't know is that several months ago, you foolishly left your house in

a rush without signing yourself off AOL. Terri spent hours looking over your

bookmarked websites that night. She had the opportunity to explore your many

femdom sites, as well as several of your responses to femdom personal ads.

Initially, she was not only hurt, but also repulsed by her discovery. Terri lost

what little respect she had left for you, and your marriage suffered even more

as a result. Shortly after that, she started cheating on you. But like most

vanilla women, Terri didn't realize the profound advantages that come along with

controlling and owning a submissive man. But luckily, Terri mentioned her

discovery to Dr. Peter Anthony. You didn't know that she was seeing Peter on her

own, did you?" she asked.

"N-no..," I stuttered, "...what do you mean by that?"

"Peter is quite aware and accepting of the alternative lifestyles, even though

he hasn't been an active participant himself yet. If you're wondering how I know

this, Peter happens to be a good friend of mine. So, one day the 3 of us got

together to discuss the problems at hand. You see, not only was your marriage in

deep trouble, but Peter and Terri have been having a torrid affair for several

months now," she announced.

I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh, don't look so sad, Mike. You were almost certain that Terri was seeing

someone anyway. After all, who could blame her? Peter is a gorgeous man with a

very talented 9 inch cock. (sigh)... Unfortunately, he has no interest in

exploring his submissive side, but we'll still make good use of him! He is a

committed bachelor and has no interest in marriage or children. I don't think

anyone could blame him for his attraction and passion towards Terri. She's a

beautiful, desirable woman, and a fantastic lover. By the way, did you know that

Terri is bi-sexual?" she asked in a quizzical tone.

"N-no...," I responded.

"Well, at least for the past month she has been," she mused.

She then turned to embrace Terri, and they passionately French kissed. She then

released Terri and they both wickedly laughed.

"I never realized what I've been missing all of these years!" Terri commented.

"Now bend down and kiss my feet," Terri instructed me.

I looked her straight in the eyes. It was obvious that she was dead serious.

"Do it!" she demanded.

I looked down at her feet wearing the open toed, black, 5 inch heeled shoes. I

bent down and kissed the insteps of her feet.

"Over time, you are going to get everything you wished for, and then some!"

Terri warned.

"Even though Terri has no dominant experience, she has the right attitude! And

that's all I need to mold her into a fine dominant woman for you, Mike. Aren't

you glad that we've brought your secrets out of the closet for you?" she asked.

"Y-yes," I admitted. They both laughed.

"Yes, and we can see just how glad you are just by looking at your cock! But

you're not the only one who will benefit! Think about this, Mike. Peter will now

be able to have Terri as his lover without the fear of discovery, or even

professional liability. If Terri had divorced you, it would have been only

natural for her to want more from Peter. So now Peter need not concern himself

with any of these problems. He can have the best part of Terri without any of

the obligations. Terri will benefit too. Since she no longer needs to keep

secrets from you, she can have Peter without guilt or fear of discovery. As an

added benefit, her affair with Peter will also cause you extreme humiliation.

Yes Mike, from now on, she'll be able to do whatever she wants, whenever she

wants! And I can see by your throbbing cock, that this arrangement is going to

work out just fine. Doesn't a cock make a wonderful barometer of a man's true

feelings, Mike?" she asked in a devious tone.

I hung my head down in shame. They both laughed. My face burned hot from being

flush with humiliation.

"For years, you were unable to fulfill your desires, Mike. And all along, the

answer was right in your own house! Right under your nose, Mike. Of course, most

women don't want a submissive wimp for a husband. They don't realize all of the

possibilities that come with the package. Terri now understands that she may

pursue all the pleasure she wants! All you and Terri needed was a little help to

put it all together, and you sure came to the right person, Mike, didn't you?"

she asked, smiling devilishly.

I remained silent.

"Didn't you?" she demanded.

"Yes," I responded. Xenia laughed wickedly once again.

"Now start stroking your pathetic pig meat, but do not cum unless I give you

permission to! Do you understand?" Xenia added.

"Yes," I responded.

I slowly began stroking myself.

"Have you thought about how you will show your gratitude towards me in return

for everything I've done for you?" Xenia deviously inquired.

"No," I replied.

"Well, I have! I'll not only have the benefit of enjoying your beautiful wife as

my lover without fear of discovery, I will also have you to play with! But

certainly not as my lover! In addition to serving Terri, you are also going to

serve me once a week until further notice. I want you here on Tuesdays, the very

same night that you both used to see Peter. So on Tuesdays while Peter enjoys

the pleasure of your wife, I'll enjoy making some of your wishes come true. I'll

enjoy fucking your ass with my strap on dildo while reminding you about what

your wife is doing. But don't think for one minute that I'll make it easy for

you, Mike. You will have to first earn the privilege of my dildo. You will earn

your privileges by cleaning my entire office and therapy room each week, and by

doing whatever else I demand. As you can see, I keep everything in pristine

shape around here. From now on, it will be your job to maintain it! To add spice

to your humiliation, you will be required to wear a sexy, French maid's uniform

while you clean. After I'm satisfied with your work, you'll be required to

submit to my dildo training. I want you to learn how to overcome your gag

reflex. It may come in handy one day! After I'm satisfied with your dildo

training, you will beg me to fuck your ass with it. We'll start smaller, but

we'll eventually use this monster!" she said, producing an obscenely large black

dildo from a wooden box. The dildo had to be at least 10 inches long and two

inches in diameter.

My expression must have betrayed me, for they simultaneously laughed.

"So plan on being here from 6 to 9 every Tuesday night. I think that's the lea

st you can do to show your appreciation for everything I've done, wouldn't you

agree, slave?" Xenia asked in a devious tone.

"Yes," I agreed, as pre-cum formed at the tip of my aching cock.

"When I address you as slave, you will address me as mistress from now on. Do

you understand, slave?" she instructed.

"Yes, mistress," I responded.

"That's better!" Xenia said.

"You have a very long weekend ahead of you. Your training will begin tonight.

When we get home, we are going to review all the main points of your letter

essay that you e-mailed to Xenia. You will then be punished for looking outside

of our marriage to satisfy your pathetic weenie-pulling fantasies," Terri

warned.

"Yes, you will be at Terri's beck and call at all times. You will obey whatever

she tells you to do, and accept whatever she dishes out to you," Xenia added.

"By the way, do you remember the last time we fucked, Mike?" Terri asked.

"Yes," I replied, as I slowed my stroking pace.

"Well that was the last time, ever! Xenia made me realize that a slave should

never be allowed to fuck his mistress," Terri said.

"That's right! A slut-slave like you should only be allowed to jerk off for the

amusement of his mistress," Xenia added.

"But tonight is your lucky night! In the future, you will have to work much

harder to earn the privilege of jerking off! Since this is your initiation, and

we would like to be amused, we are going to make an exception," Terri said.

"In the future, we will control when you cum. You will have to prove yourself to

be worthy of the privilege, of course!" Xenia mused.

"And Mike, don't think for a minute that you'll be able to jerk off behind my

back! I plan to closely monitor the amount of your ejaculate each time, and it

had better add up!" Terri explained.

"If it doesn't add up, you will be forced to wear a chastity device.

Indefinitely!" Xenia added.

I had to stop stroking, otherwise I would have lost control and gone over the

edge.

"Look how excited his new arrangement is making him! He has to stop jerking off,

otherwise he'll cum without our permission!" Terri commented. They both laughed.

"Yes, but he doesn't have our permission to stop stroking! Continue!" Xenia

demanded.

I stroked as slowly as possible, but I was on the edge, and would not be able to

stop the inevitable. Seconds later, I groaned and sprayed my cum all over the

floor in a magnificent orgasm.

"Look! The pig slut came without our permission!" Terri commented.

"Do you remember the proper punishment for that?" Xenia asked Terri.

"I sure do! Get down and lick your cum up off the floor. Now!" Terri demanded.

"Please, don't make me do that," I pleaded.

"Oh, but you will do it! That's the standard punishment for cumming without

permission," Terri insisted.

"But not necessarily the only time you'll have to do it! So get used to it!"

Xenia added.

I knelt there motionless and undecided.

"Do you think you have a choice? Refuse, and I promise you that you'll never be

able to show your face in town ever again! Now do it!" Xenia warned.

"That's blackmail!" I charged.

"And are you willing to have your pathetic secrets dragged through the police

and through the courts?" Xenia asked.

Without another word, I bent over and began to lick and suck up my cum off the

cold floor. It was salty, cold, and slimy. I almost gagged. They both laughed.

"He may hate it now, but before long, he'll learn to appreciate it. They all do!

You'll see," Xenia told Terri.

"Why don't you take him home now and get started. I'll stop by tomorrow as

planned," Xenia suggested.

"Get dressed, and let's go!" Terri instructed.

Terri just put a raincoat on over her outfit. I quickly got dressed, and we left

right after I wrote out a check for $400.

Chapter 2

We walked out into a rather cool night for late August. Terri drove as I sat

next to her in a dumbfounded state. My thoughts were scattered all over the

board. After several minutes, I collected myself enough to break the silence.

"How could you cheat on me like that?" I asked.

"First of all, don't you dare try to put me on the defensive! I no longer owe

you an explanation for anything I do! Secondly, how dare you judge me when you

were looking outside of the marriage yourself?" she asked.

I looked at her in disbelief.

"Answer me!" she demanded.

"Terri, be reasonable!" I pleaded.

"It's Goddess to you from now on. The only time I will allow you to call me

Terri is in the presence of family and friends. And that's only if you remain

well behaved. Otherwise I'll begin to embarrass you in front of your friends. If

you persist in giving me a hard time beyond that, I'll begin to embarrass you in

front of family too. So I hope you can see that there's plenty of motivation for

you to play ball with me. Furthermore, words like reasonable and fair no longer

have any meaning in our relationship. You really fucked yourself good this time,

Mike!" she laughed.

"Terri, please," I pleaded.

"What a fucking idiot you are! I just told you to address me as Goddess, and you

ignore me. Do you think this is some kind of game? This is real, Mike! You fell

into a trap that you're never going to get out of! Do you know how many times I

wanted to divorce your fucking ass? But I was scared to death. You would have

tried to screw me any way possible. I know how you are! But now I have the upper

hand. I have all the control now, Mike," she said, her anger on the rise.

"What if I simply refuse to play along? What if I file for divorce?" I asked,

ignoring her anger.

"You already know the answer to that! That's why you ate your own cum a few

minutes ago. Do you want people to see proof that you're a pathetic slut, cum

eating, jerk off, Mike?" she laughed.

"What?" I replied.

"You didn't realize that Xenia videotaped you while you were licking and sucking

up the cum that you jerked off all over the floor, did you?" she laughed.

"Fuck you!" I shouted.

"No...it's you who is fucked," she coolly responded.

"That's fucking blackmail," I angrily responded.

"So? What of it? There is nothing you will ever do about it! You're already in

too deep. Besides, why are you so angry and upset? This is what you've always

wanted, Mike. You certainly haven't forgotten that this is what you wished for!

And you know you can't ever deny the sincerity of your wishes, because we have

the proof! You're beat, Mike! Completely! You swallowed our bait hook, line, and

sinker! So give it up. Believe me, we've covered all the bases. Resisting is

futile. The only thing you can do is submit!" she explained.

"Terri, I'll give you anything you want! Please stop this!" I pleaded, panic

stricken.

"Boy, are you a fucking asshole! You're going to give me anything I want anyway!

So your offer is meaningless! Also, your punishment is quickly adding up! You've

already sworn at me, and you persist in calling me Terri even after I've

instructed you not to. When we get inside, I'm going to show you just how

serious I am about all this!" she warned, as she pulled into our driveway.

My head was spinning, and I was at a loss for words. The moment we walked into

the house, Terri instructed me to go upstairs, get undressed, and wait for her.

I quickly complied, and nervously waited in our bedroom. She made me sweat by

taking her sweet time. Ten minutes later, she finally came up. She ordered me up

onto the bed, face down. She quickly tied both of my wrists to the bedposts,

just two or three inches above the top of the mattress.

"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see. Get on your knees now!" she demanded.

She climbed up on the bed behind me. Since my hands were tied low, my head and

shoulders stayed down low, while my ass protruded up and out towards her. I

turned my head over my shoulder to see what she was doing.

"Did I give you permission to look? she asked.

"No, but...," I tried to explain, but she interrupted.

"But nothing!" she exclaimed.

She then slapped my ass with surprising authority. I jumped as the crack

reverberated throughout the room.

"Ouch!" I shouted. I couldn't believe what was happening. Even though I had

fantasized about being in such a situation dozens of times, never in a million

years did I consider it would be with my wife!

"That was the first of thousands you're gonna get over the years! After all, you

did wish for spankings and whippings when deserved, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes, but...," I tried to explain, but she interrupted once again.

"But? My, you are a slow learner aren't you?" she exclaimed.

She then slapped my ass even harder.

"Oww!" I reacted.

"Let's try again. You did wish for spankings and whippings when deserved, didn't

you?" she inquired in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes," I responded.

"Yes, I seem to recall that you wished for them often, and for the slightest

infractions! Now hold still," she instructed.

She spread my ass cheeks apart, and squeezed a generous amount of cold lubricant

along the crack of my ass.

"But first I'm going to shove this butt plug up your ass. You will hold it in

place until I give you permission to release it. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Butt plugs were a part of your fantasies, weren't they?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted. Since she already knew the answer, there was no point in

denying anything. She brushed and rolled the plug along the crack of my ass to

coat it with the lubricant that she had just applied to my ass.

"Do you realize how fortunate you are that I am even using this KY jelly?" she

asked.

"I haven't given it much thought," I replied.

"Maybe I should remove the lubrication so that you'll give it some thought," she

warned.

"Ok ok, you win! I realize how fortunate I am," I offered.

"I'll always win, slut! This is a relatively small plug. I have two larger ones

that you'll have to graduate to very soon. Xenia told me to start slow on your

virgin ass because if I rip you, it'll spoil our fun for awhile," she explained,

as she fully inserted the plug.

"Now, I will add to your punishment if you let it fall out. Do you understand?"

she asked.

"Yes," I responded.

"Good! Now, I want to know why you fought with me for 12 fucking years about

housework, when you were willing to go out and do it all for a perfect

stranger?" she asked, in an irritated tone of voice.

"Uh...," I started to respond, but she slapped my ass viciously 5 times.

"You were about to say?" she quipped. My ass was already on fire.

"I'm sorry, honey," I pleaded.

"I am not your honey anymore. I am your Goddess, and believe me, I won't be

sweet at all! I'll be more like vinegar! Maybe this will help you to remember,"

she said, then viciously slapped my ass 5 more times again.

"What do you think your punishment should be for your willingness to do all the

housework for a perfect stranger while helping your own wife as little as

possible? Think carefully, because if you give me the wrong answer, I will beat

your ass so fucking hard that you won't be able to sit for a week!" she warned.

"I'll do all of the housework for you from now on," I responded.

"Damned right, you will! I'm not going to lift a finger around here anymore!

Also, starting now, I will control the money. All of it! You will turn your

paycheck over to me, and I will give you a small allowance each week. Other than

your personal incidentals, I will make every buying decision from now on! Now,

what do you think your punishment should be for hiding that 20 dollars in cash

each week over the past 12 years?" she asked.

"I'll give you all the money," I replied.

"That goes without saying! But there's more! Over the next 12 years, you will

also receive one lash of my whip for every dollar you hid from me. The math is

easy. That's 20 lashes per week for the next 12 years, if I don't discard you by

then. Just think, your lashes will just about be healed up for your nex t

lashing! How appropriate," she mused.

Then she viciously slapped my ass 5 more times. My legs were starting to quiver,

and it was getting harder to hold the plug in.

"So, the idea of forced feminization arouses you too?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Well, I have good news for you, slut. After I untie you, I'm going to begin

your feminization. I'm going to remove all of your body hair from the neck down.

Over time, I'm going to turn your asshole into a cunt, Mike. And sluts need

their cunts fucked regularly, don't they?" she asked.

I remained silent.

Terri lost her temper and repeatedly slapped my ass in a fury, swearing and

screaming for me to answer her.

"Yes!" I finally admitted. My whole body was shaking. I couldn't take much more.

"Your new name will be Michelle. And Michelle is going to be such a slut, isn't

she?" she asked in a deviously angry tone.

"Yes!" I immediately responded, not risking another blow. My legs were visibly

shaking, and I had to squeeze my red, beaten asscheeks together as hard as

possible to prevent the plug from falling out. I knew I couldn't hold it in much

longer.

"Yes, slut Michelle will live for two reasons. To serve me and anyone else I

choose, and to have her cunt filled as often as possible. If you prove to be an

obedient slut, I will not require you to take female hormones. But if you are

disobedient, I will force you to take them. That means you'll grow larger

breasts, and your balls will shrink. Your cock may even get smaller too. So

you'd better play ball and get with the program. You do everything I say, when I

say it, and without hesitation. Do you understand me?" she demanded, in a dead

serious tone.

"Yes," I replied, grimacing. My knees were giving out under me. She ignored my

predicament.

"One more thing. If you remain obedient, I will allow you the privilege to

continue working. But remember this, if you don't play ball, Xenia and I can to

arrange for you to suck off 15 cocks a day at 20 bucks a pop to replace your

work income! If you think I'm bluffing, just try me! Understand?" she asked.

She had gone mad with power. I couldn't think of anything I could do besides

submitting to her whims, or leaving town in shame with my tail between my legs.

"Yes," I gasped. I was out of holding power. I finally gave up and let go. The

plug popped out onto the bed.

"Naughty slut!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry! I just...," I tried to explain, but she interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up, and open your mouth!" she demanded.

She picked up the plug and inserted it into my mouth.

"Now hold it there until I tell you to do otherwise!" she demanded.

It tasted bitter, and it was still slimy from the lubricant. She then untied me.

"Get into the bathtub," she instructed.

I quickly complied and waited for her. She came in and expediently applied a

thick creamy lather over my entire body from the neck down. Soon my body began

to tingle. After several minutes, the substance began to irritate my skin. She

made me wait several more minutes. By the time she instructed me to shower off,

my whole body felt downright uncomfortable. I watched in anguish as all of my

body hair washed away along with the lather substance, but at least the rinse

provided physical relief.

My skin was as smooth as a baby's butt. Terri carefully inspected my hairless

body. Satisfied, she handed me a towel to dry off. Then she applied a perfumed

body oil over my entire body. My hairless body glistened.

She finally allowed me to remove the plug from my mouth. Plenty of saliva had

accumulated, since I didn't want to swallow any. I walked over to the toilet and

spit it all out.

"May I brush my teeth?" I asked.

"As punishment for spitting without my permission, you may not!" she replied.

"But how could I have even asked you with a mouthful of saliva?" I questioned.

"Simply by swallowing it first. You're going to be deep tonguing my ass quite

often from now on. I may even start using your tongue for toilet paper, so you'd

better get used to the taste!" she responded.

I looked at her in disbelief, but she only laughed at me.

"I happen to know that Xenia also plans on having her asshole worshipped by you.

I wonder how ripe her ass will be so late in the day!" she smirked.

"Follow me!" she instructed.

We walked into the master bedroom. She opened one of her drawers and took out

some feminine garments. She handed me a pair of black, silk, French panties.

"Here, put these on!" she instructed.

I quickly put them on. The silk felt very sexy against my hairless skin. Several

minutes later, I also had on silk stockings, garter, and a bra. My cock started

to push against the loose fitting panties, creating a silk tent.

"Such a slut you are, Michelle!" she said, taking notice.

She then put a wig over my head, and spent a few minutes fixing it.

"You are going to grow your hair long. In a few months, it'll be long enough so

that we won't have to fuck with wigs anymore!" she commented.

She was right. My hair was already reaching down to my shirt collar. In a few

months, I wouldn't need a wig.

"I won't bother to make you up tonight. It'll only mess up anyway when you spend

the next hour or so worshipping my ass and pussy with your lips and tongue. Now

turn around and bend over," she instructed.

She then squeezed lubricant along the crack of my ass again.

"You didn't do too well with your last plug, so we're going to try a larger one.

Spread wide!" she instructed.

She slowly worked the plug in. I groaned and slightly shuddered as she pushed

the widest part through the rim of my asshole. The remainder of the plug then

slid in easily.

"There! Oooou..., my slut likes that, doesn't she?" she said in a mocking tone.

She reached around me to lightly stroke the length of my throbbing cock just

once, then laughed wickedly.

"Now pull up your panties, and be sure to hold the plug in this time!" she

warned.

I pulled them up, but my cock was too hard for the loose fitting, silky panty to

contain. My cock slid through the left leg hole, and stood up at a 45 degree

angle. She laughed again.

"I'm glad Michelle is feeling so sexy! If just having your pussy filled with a

plug makes you that hard, I can't wait to see how you respond to having it f

ucked!" she mused.

I felt the familiar burn of a humiliating, submissive fever kick in. I had felt

it many times before during my submissive fantasies. A drop of precum formed at

the tip of my cock hole as I waited.

She stared at me for a few moments, and must have read my mind.

"This really is what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked, almost in disbelief.

I just stood there in silence as my cock throbbed.

"You don't even have to answer, I can see it in your eyes!" she claimed.

I turned my face away from hers in shame, flushed with embarrassment.

"Look at me!" she instructed.

I turned my face back towards hers, but avoided eye contact.

"Look into my eyes!" she demanded.

As I did, I felt the razor sharp connection of submissive exposure to someone

who was going to exploit it to every advantage until something better came

along. She laughed in a knowing, sly demeanor. At that moment, I think we both

realized that she hadn't even warmed up yet. We had a long, long game ahead of

us. A game that would provide her with a stacked deck for every hand.

"Ohhh, are you gonna get it! I'm gonna love paying you back for 12 years of

crap!" she warned. She then reached under my padded bra, fiercely squeezed my

nipples and then twisted them so hard that I thought she might rip them off.

"Ow ow ow ow ow !" I shouted repeatedly from the sharp pain.

I believed her threat. Even though she was starting to frighten me, my cock

continued to throb.

"So you fantasized about ass worship, did you? Well, get ready for your first

session, slut!" she said, as she slowly removed her outfit.

God, was she beautiful! She got on top of the bed face down in a slow, feline,

seductive manner. I instinctively climbed onto the bed and moved in towards her.

"I wanted your first ass worship session to be a special and unforgettable

experience for you, so I didn't shower since last night! When you fantasized

about giving your mistress tongue baths, did you ever think about how ripe

armpits, ass holes, pussies, and feet can get?" she asked deviously.

I remained silent.

"So, you have thought about it! You really are a sick puppy! Well...I guess I

don't have to understand it to enjoy it!" she laughed.

I knelt on the bed and waited.

"Get your nose in there!" she demanded, as she spread her legs.

I moved in and just barely touched her ass with the tip of my nose.

"Stop there! Take a deep breath, slut! Breathe in slowly and deeply for a

while!" she instructed.

Her ass was ripe, and I became even further intoxicated with submissive lust.

She made me sniff her ass for another minute. Then she made me thoroughly lick

the entire crack of her ass, working my way into her ass hole. She tasted

bitter, but the intense fever of my submissive humiliation allowed me to enjoy

the experience. Soon, she had me deep tonguing her ass. I eagerly tongue fucked

her asshole for many long minutes, until she turned over and forced me to

worship her ripe pussy as well. She came several times.

Due to my heightened excitement, my butt plug fell out just before her last

orgasm. When she came, I came along with her by rubbing my cock on the bed. When

she found out a few minutes later, she was absolutely furious! By then, most of

my cum had soaked into the sheets. She made me lick up what little cum remained,

and promised that I would be punished the next day for cumming without her

permission.

Then she put the plug into my mouth and forced me to hold it there for the rest

of the night. She made me sleep the entire night on the floor at the foot of the

bed with the plug in my mouth.

Chapter 3

I woke up to the alarm. Terri must have set it after I had fallen asleep. It was

only 7AM.

"Get up and fix me some breakfast, slut!" she demanded.

I got up and walk towards the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"I have to take a leak!" I replied.

"You'll take a leak when I give you permission to. Now put that plug back in

your mouth and get to work!" she demanded.

I did as I was told. I prepared her breakfast, and brought it to her as quickly

as possible. I looked at her with pleading eyes. She looked at me and laughed.

"You have to piss pretty badly, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded my head in agreement, and she laughed again.

"Go ahead, you may go," she finally said.

I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. After pissing like a racehorse, I

returned to her.

"Hungry?" she asked.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Well, I may allow you to eat my leftovers later on if you are obedient. I'll

let you go down and have your coffee now. You may shit, shower and shave

afterwards. We will have company later at 6, and we have plenty of preparation

to do," she explained.

After I showered and shaved, Terri had me get dressed. She made me wear lacy

panties under my clothes. She took me shopping to several lingerie and women's

clothing stores to buy lingerie, outfits and accessories for myself. She made me

deal directly with the clerks as she watched from a distance. To increase my

humiliation, she selected the youngest and prettiest clerk from each store for

me to approach.

Each time, I had to admit that the articles were for me. The stifled giggles and

snickers were numerous, adding to my already overwhelming humiliation.

Terri then took me downtown to a fetish shop, where she picked out a French

Maid's outfit. Unlike the lingerie stores, the fetish shop allowed me to try on

the outfit. Judging by the way the clerk treated me with relative indifference,

it seemed likely that these people had already seen just about everything.

Nevertheless, it was still humiliating for me!

Terri momentarily had me believing that she would force me to wear the outfit

out of the shop. Thank God she backed off after having a good laugh at my

reaction! It later occurred to me that the attention we would have received

probably would have embarrassed her as much as it would have embarrassed me.

By the time we arrived home at 3pm, I was exhausted from the emotional drain of

my shopping ordeal. Also, she still hadn't allowed me to eat anything all day.

The moment we went inside, I reminded her of that fact. She then allowed me to

finish the scraps she had left over at breakfast.

The food was woefully insufficient to curb my appetite. When I complained about

it, she explained that she wanted me extra weak for our company later. When I

questioned her about this, she simply explained that Xenia said it would make me

more submissive and take most of the resistance out of me.

Terri then had me spend the next 3 hours cleaning the house while wearing my new

French Maid's outfit. She wanted the house spotless before our company arrived.

She then had me take another shower.

Afterwards, she dressed me up in a particularly slutty looking outfit I had been

forced to purchase earlier. It was a silky, tight fitting, one piece mini dress

that left three fourths of my thighs exposed. She had me wear panties and bra

underneath, and stockings with a garter belt This time she applied make up too.

After she fixed the wig, Terri had me stand in front of the full length mirror

to take a good long look at myself. At first, both my face and my slender 178

pound body looked almost passable with the stuffed bra underneath my dress. As I

walked up closer to the mirror, however, my face just looked like a guy in drag,

even with the make up. Nevertheless, my smooth, hairless body began to feel very

sexy underneath the feminine clothing.

The doorbell rang at 6 sharp.

"Go answer the door!" Terri instructed.

"B-but..," I started to protest, but Terri interrupted.

"Don't give me any fucking back talk, slut! Do it!" she demanded.

I nervously walked to the door. I stood there for a moment. The bell rang again.

"Open the fucking door!" Terri screamed.

I sheepishly opened the door to find Xenia and Peter standing there.

Peter just looked at me and chuckled. My stomach churned. I hadn't expected him.

"Don't ever again make me ring this bell twice! Do you understand?" Xenia asked.

"Yes," I replied.

They walked right past me, carrying what appeared to be video equipment. Terri

walked into the living room to greet them. She then embraced Peter, and gave him

a long, deep kiss. I felt pangs of jealousy and humiliation strike me.

"You did a nice job on him, or should I say her," Xenia mused while removing her

trench coat.

She wore the very same dominatrix attire as she did the night before. But now in

the daylight, I noticed that her body was particularly well defined. The woman

was clearly a bodybuilder. We went up to the master bedroom, where they quickly

set up the camera on a tripod. Within a minute, the film was rolling.

"So how did it go last night?" Xenia asked Terri.

"Pretty well, except that he came without my permission," Terri responded.

"He did what?" Xenia retorted.

"He came while eating my pussy," Terri explained.

"Was he stroking himself?" Xenia asked.

"I don't think so. I think it was involuntary," Terri replied.

Xenia looked straight in my eyes and asked, "Were you stroking or rubbing your

cock against anything?"

"No," I lied.

"I find this hard to believe, but I will not question Terri's judgment. You will

still be punished for cumming without permission, but far less severely than if

you had voluntarily came!" Xenia explained to me.

"How far did you get with the butt plugs last night?" Xenia asked Terri.

"We used the small and medium ones," Terri replied.

"How did his pussy handle them?" Xenia smirked.

"He shit both of them out," Terri explained.

"Oh he did, did he? And did you enforce the standard punishment for this?" Xenia

asked, obviously taking charge.

"Yes, both times," Terri responded.

I could see a twinkle of approval in Xenia's eyes.

"Well, let's see how he does with the largest one! May I have it please?" Xenia

asked Terri.

Terri quickly produced it along with a tube of lubricant and handed it to Xenia.

"Get up on the bed, pull up your dress, pull down your panties, and present your

pussy to me," Xenia instructed.

Terri aimed the camera at me as I assumed the position. Xenia instructed me to

lower my head and shoulders, then arch my back when I present my pussy. She also

instructed that future demands for this position would be expressed simply by

the word "present".

Satisfied with my position, she approached me and applied ample lubricant along

the crack of my ass. She wasted no time probing the huge plug into my asshole.

But it took her several minutes of pushing, pulling and twisting to work the

widest part of the plug through the rim of my asshole. I groaned loudly and

shuddered visibly as it passed through. Then I moaned softly as she pushed the

rest of the plug in. By then, my cock was rock hard. The three of them laughed,

and I flushed with humiliation.

Xenia then slid her hands under my dress until she found my bra. She then worked

her hands under my bra and forcefully squeezed and tweaked my nipples. I

whimpered in pain, and my cock momentarily softened to a semi erect state. It

was obvious that Terri had learned this trick from her.

"That'll keep you conscious of your tits as well as your stuffed pussy!" she

exclaimed.

Terri snickered upon hearing this.

"Now pull up your panties, and pull down your dress. Then kneel on the floor at

the foot of the bed, facing the bed," Xenia instructed.

I could feel the fullness of the huge plug with every movement I made. My cock

completely rebounded. Pangs of jealousy and humiliation struck me as I watched

Terri and Peter quickly undress and climb onto the bed. I quickly realized what

was about to happen.

"Watching my wife being fucked by another man was never a fantasy of mine. Stop

this!" I exclaimed.

"But being forced to watch your dominant woman being fucked by her lover is one

of your fantasies. I remember your exact words, Mike. You said that your

dominant woman would deserve all the pleasure that she's willing to pursue! I

knew right then and there that your head was in the right place! That's what I

liked most about you, Mike. Now, need I remind you that your wife IS your

dominant woman? You need to be broken this weekend, slut, and this is all a part

of breaking you," Xenia responded.

Terri and Peter deep kissed for a while. Then she began sucking his enormous

cock. I burned hot with jealousy and shame.

"Watch her closely, slut. You'll be doing that soon!" Xenia mused.

Was she referring to her dildo, or a cock? The thought soon passed as I was

forced to watch Terri deep throat the full length of Peter's cock. Even though

my cock is much smaller than his, Terri never came close to deep-throating me.

Her closely trimmed pussy soon started to glisten with juices.

"Ask Peter to please fuck your Goddess wife now, slut! Ask him to please fuck

her until she cums over and over again!" Xenia demanded.

"P-please fuck my Goddess wife now. Please fuck her until she cums over and over

again," I repeated, burning with humiliation.

Xenia laughed wickedly.

Terri moaned as Peter parted her cunt lips with his huge cock. Then she quivered

as he slowly buried his cock deep inside her. Soon, he was fucking her. I

couldn't believe how many times she came in the course of the next few minutes.

She completely lost it during her last orgasm, and began screaming at the top of

her lungs. She even dug her nails deep enough into his back to draw small beads

of blood. That put him over the edge, and he came along with her. He grunted and

groaned and he continued to solidly pump her during his orgasm. When spent, they

embraced each other's sweaty body, and kissed languidly.

"You never made her cum like that, did you?" Xenia asked me.

She was right. Even though Terri and I had experienced many wonderful lovemaking

episodes together, none ever quite reached the fever pitch of what I had just

witnessed. I burned with envy and shame.

"Answer me!" Xenia demanded.

"N-no," I admitted.

"And in your submissive fantasies, your dominant woman deserved all the pleasure

that she was willing to pursue, didn't she?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, her pleasure was the focus of your fantasies. And that's the way it should

be! Therefore, you should want Peter to fuck Terri as often as she wishes! You

saw how much pleasure it gave her, didn't you?" Xenia asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Then ask Peter to please fuck your Goddess wife as often as she wishes," she

instructed.

"Please fuck my Goddess wife as often as she wishes," I repeated.

"Don't you worry about that, I intend to!" Peter responded.

"Yes, and often!" Terri added.

Xenia's wicked laugh further fueled my humiliation to an even higher pitch. But

they were far from being done with me.

"OK slut, pull down your panties again and pull out your butt plug," Xenia

instructed.

As I did this, I watched Peter get off the bed and Terri position herself in the

middle of the bed face up. I shuddered as I pulled the widest part of the plug

through the rim of my asshole. Xenia quickly took the plug from me. When I

started to pull my panties back up, she told me to leave my panties down and to

kneel on the foot end of the bed facing Terri.

As I complied, Terri slowly spread her legs.

"Present!" Xenia commanded.

I lowered my head and shoulders, and arched my back as I had previously been

instructed to. Assuming this position brought my face between Terri's mid

thighs.

"Now take a good look at your wife's well fucked pussy, slut," Xenia instructed.

I stared at her swollen, gaping wide, and sloppy wet pussy. I could feel the

heat, and smell the aroma of sex.

"You're going to suck every last drop of cum out of her well fucked pussy,

slut!" Xenia instructed.

"Oh my God," I responded.

"You mean, oh my Goddess!" Xenia corrected, then laughed.

"I didn't write about anything like this!" I protested.

"You're right, you didn't. But you admitted it under hypnosis. And just to make

sure that you never forget your first experience, I'm going to fuck your pussy

with my strap on dildo while you're sucking your Goddess clean! Aren't you glad

to have such an innovative bitch goddess like me around? Now move in as closely

to her pussy as possible and inhale deeply!" Xenia instructed.

I moved my body forward until my nose was just an inch away from her sloppy,

gaping hole, and deeply inhaled. The aroma of sex was powerfully pungent. All of

a sudden, I felt Xenia wiping the crack of my ass with a towel, and reapplying

fresh lubricant. I heard her squeeze more jelly out of the tube, and assumed

that she was lubricating her dildo with it.

I felt the bed move as Xenia moved into position behind me. Then she placed the

tip of her dildo against my asshole and gently pushed. It slid in relatively

easy compared to the huge plug I had just removed. Xenia stopped after she

filled my ass with her dildo.

"Doesn't that feel nice and warm? It's battery heated! Now start sucking, slut!"

she instructed.

Her dildo indeed felt very warm. After a few more seconds, it felt almost hot.

She then leaned forward with the dildo still buried deep inside me, pushing my

face into Terri's sloppy cunt. I obediently, but cautiously started sucking and

lapping up the opaque juices on her cunt lips.

Xenia started to slowly fuck my ass, kneading my asscheeks with her strong

hands. My cock was throbbing and aching for release. I didn't think my

submissive fever could grow any hotter, but I was mistaken. Soon, even my

caution waned and I actually wanted to suck Terri clean. I began to eagerly lick

and suck her clean Xenia encouraged me on, as my tongue easily slid deep inside

her gaping hole. I worked as much cum into my mouth as possible, and hungrily

swallowed it. I cupped my hands under Terri asscheeks and lifted her to suck

clean the cum that had dripped down the crack of her ass. Then I worked my

tongue back up to her pussy. I felt disappointed when Xenia withdrew her hot

dildo from my ass.

"Lay down on your back now, slut. We are going to let gravity help us finish the

job!" Xenia instructed.

Terri immediately moved out of the way to make room for me on the bed. I laid

down where Terri had been, but Xenia had me slide down towards the foot of the

bed until my legs were hanging almost completely off the bed. Terri then

straddled herself over me facing my feet, and lowered her pussy over my face.

"Lift up your knees!" Xenia demanded of me.

I lifted them up, and Terri placed her hands just under my kneecaps to push my

now folded legs slightly apart, and further towards my head. My ass was now

exposed for Xenia's benefit, and she wasted no time plunging her hot dildo deep

up my ass again.

Terri and Xenia swapped spit as Xenia fucked me. I continued to suck the

remaining cum out of Terri's gaping pussy. A huge, sticky glob of cum oozed out

onto my tongue, and I eagerly swallowed it.

Soon, I could tell that Terri was producing fresh, clear juice. She was very

turned on, so I directed my attention to her clit. A minute later, she came

hard, grinding her clit onto my outstretched tongue. My whole body was

trembling, and I was close to cumming myself.

Terri let go of my legs and turned herself around so that she now faced me.

Xenia stopped thrusting, but kept the hot dildo buried deep inside me.

"You fucking slut, you actually enjoyed that! I never would have believed it if

I didn't see it myself!" she said, looking me in the eyes.

I was flush with feverish humiliation. Terri then covered my face with her pussy

again.

"OK, you pathetic cum slut! Since you liked it so much, I'm going to give you

something to wash it down with now! If you spill any of it on the bed, you are

going to be severely punished!" she warned.

"Oh God, don't!" I pleaded, but Terri covered my mouth with her pussy.

"Grab my ass with your hands, and pull me tightly against your lips! You'd

better form an airtight suction around my clit and drink it as fast as I give it

to you, you pathetic cumslut!" she warned.

The moment Xenia started fucking me again, Terri let go and started pissing into

my mouth. Her stream was hot and acrid tasting, but I sucked and swallowed it

without losing any.

"That's right, my piss slave, drink up!" Terri encouraged.

After what seemed an eternity, her stream finally weakened to a slight trickle

and stopped. She abruptly got up off of me.

Xenia pulled her hot dildo out of my ass. She then forced me to kneel on the

floor before her and suck the dildo clean. I felt very weak from a lack of food,

but I continued on until Terri and Peter reentered the bedroom several minutes

later.

"You may stop now, slut!" Xenia said.

Terri and Peter both had wet hair and were wrapped in bath towels. They

obviously had taken a quick shower.

My cock was dripping with pre cum, and terribly sore from its' constant

throbbing. I begged for release, but would have none.

I spent the next two hours serving them food and drinks as they replayed all the

videos that they had taped of me, including the ones from Xenia's office. Of

course, they made sure that I was always within earshot of their humiliating

comments, snickers, and laughs.

After the videos were finally over, they finally allowed me to eat. The food

gave me an immediate blood sugar rush. I was asked if I wanted to go to the

bathroom before they tied me up for the night. I took advantage of the

opportunity, and quickly returned to them.

I was lead to the bedroom adjoining the master bedroom, and instructed to lie

down on the bed. Xenia quickly tied my hands behind my back. She was about to

insert a penis gag into my mouth.

"Will I be allowed to cum tonight?" I asked in my last moment of oral freedom.

She inserted the penis gag into my mouth.

"No, you will not be allowed to cum tonight. But you did well today. If you obey

and perform tomorrow as well as you did today, I will allow you to cum tomorrow

night. Do you know how I want to see you cum?" she asked, as she finished

fastening my gag.

I nodded my head to the negative.

"I want to see you cum into your own mouth. You think about that tonight as you

listen to us fuck," she sneered.

With that, she got up off the bed and walked out of the room with Terri and

Peter following. Of course, they left the door open behind them. They went

straight into the master bedroom and left their door open too.

I was forced to lie there listening to them enjoy glorious sex for hours before

I finally fell asleep. Could I blame them? After all, they were just giving me

what I had wished for.