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"Okay," I said to Cindy while taking out my strapon, "Enough theory.
It's time to learn what we've talked about in practice." At last, I was
finally
at the point in the assignment where I could have some fun.
Don't get me wrong, I don't normally take assignments like this, but Cindy
was
a friend of mine and she definitely made the price right for me. Besides,
the job was
easy enough: Cindy had hired me to help her break her husband's will and
turn him into
her total slave. Something I was good at.
********
Her phone call had come just a few days earlier. The news of her divorce
came
as no surprise to me. Cindy's marriage had been on the rocks for the last
few
weeks, but now it seemed to be all but over. After just two and a half
years,
Cindy had caught her husband, Charlie, sleeping with another woman.
"Aw Cindy, that's just awful," I said trying to sound sympathetic. In
reality,
I had never liked the man she picked out and knew it was just a matter of
time
before this happened. Still, I make it a practice never to say I told you
so.
"I feel so hurt," Cindy said beginning to sob. "So hurt and angry. I am
going to
make that bastard pay in the divorce that's for sure."
My advice was simple and to the point, "Don't."
Cindy stopped crying for a shocked moment. "What?" she asked
in astonishment.
"Divorce is a horrible way to take out anger and frustration. The only
people
to who get anything from a messy divorce are the attorney's on both sides.
In the
end, you will get just as hurt, and just as ruined as he will."
"Well then, what can I do?" Cindy asked simply.
"Pick up the pieces and go on with your life," I said firmly. I am a big
believer
in picking yourself out of your own messes. Besides, Cindy would have plenty
of other shoulder's to cry on. Instead of that I just wanted her to start
thinking
rationally.
"Yeah. Well I know that's what I should do, but I can't. And that's why
I called you. You see, I don't want to just hurt him for what he did. I want
to destroy him. Crush his ego, break his spirit, dominate his will.
Humiliate him.
And I knew you knew a lot more about that then anyone else."
"Hmmm," I said taking a minute to think. By calling me in she was
definitely reaching for the heavy artillery. The life her husband knew was
more at risk with me involved than with a drugland assassin. I would leave
him broken beyond repair- never the same. Accepting an assignment to
permanently crippled someone's ego was a big ethical dilemma. I mean,
I guess he did deserve it on one hand, but the solution Cindy wanted just
seemed too permanent. I started to say no, but then I decided to ask one
more
question.
"How much?"
********
The real trick about taking the job was that it had to be Cindy and not me
who broke her husband. If Cindy broke him then she could continue to give
him daily "attitude adjustments" to keep him worshipping her at her feet. If
I
broke him, I would have to continually keep coming back to keep rebreaking
him in order for it to stick, and that was more of a time commitment than
I found acceptable.
Cindy was a little resistant at first, but after I finally convinced her
that it was
the only was to get the job done, she relented. I had her meet me at my
house
later that evening. Upon her arrival, I got her a cup of hot tea and sat
her
down for a long talk.
"Cindy, why do you think your husband cheated on you?" I asked.
"Because he is a self-centered asshole!"
I laughed. "No, you really don't understand, do you? You see you are
assuming that his decision was logical. That he sat down and thought about
it
and came to the conclusion that it was a good idea to cheat on you. That's
not
the way men work. You see, men are biological creatures. They are made of
organs, muscles, nerves, hormones, and bones. Their thinking rational brain
is
but one small part of that greater system. If you can't get the idea out of
your
head that men are logical thinking creatures then you will never succeed in
breaking one. After all, what logic is there in giving up his life to
worship you?"
After giving her a few moments to reflect on what I had said and sip her
tea,
I asked, "Cindy, why are we here on this planet?"
She replied without much reflection, "Well, ahm, to live life I guess."
"Well, I guess that is one possible answer, but it's not the biological one.
Remember, men are biological creatures and biologically they are here but
for
one reason- to pass their genetic material on to as members of the future
generation as possible. You see, men aren't here to think great thoughts or
make great commitments, they are here to stick their dick in as many
holes as possible. Their penis rules their entire existence. It is the only
master they have."
"Well then doesn't that make it impossible to enslave them," Cindy
sked studiously.
"Yes it does...directly. You see the trick is not to rule the man, the trick
is to rule the dick and then you'll rule whichever man is attached to it by
default.
But I don't want to make this seem easy, it's not. The right set of
circumstances
have to be created. Do you know how cult initiations work Cindy?"
Cindy looked blank for a moment. "No, not really."
"Well, the initiation rituals of many different cults are all very similar.
They rely on isolating the initiate away from his friends, family, and
usual emotional support, and creating an environment where they attack
the his concept of himself as an individual. The idea being that he will
abandon his identity as an individual in favor of a new identity as a member
of the group. Take the military for instance. They take recruits away from
everyone they know, shave their head, insult their competence, and make
the only acceptable and approved option to become a solider. We are going
to do the same thing with your husband Cindy. We are going to isolate him,
attack his insecurities, and control his penis. When we are finished he be
the solitary member of a cult devoted to worshipping the Goddess that is
you."
"Okay," I said to Cindy while taking out my strapon, "Enough theory. It's
time to learn what we've talked about in practice." At last, I was finally
at
the point in the assignment where I could have some fun.
"To control a cock, you are going to have to learn how to make it feel
really good without letting it release in an orgasm," I said while sliding
the strapon into place and tightening the straps. "You have to suck a
cock a special way. I will show you, but it takes a bit of practice.
So get on your knees and lets get to work."
Cindy probably wasn't expecting her lesson on how to dominate men to
start with her on her knees sucking off my strapon, but nothing is ever
what it seems is it? I taught her to deep throat my artificial cock and then
really compress her lips around the base. Then I had her start pulling it
back
out of her mouth ever so slowly, easing off on the pressure the closer she
got to the tip.
"Doing it that way you make his cock feel like heaven, but you aren't
giving him any ompression around the head of his cock. That makes it really
hard for him to come, but it feels great so you'll frustrate him after just
a few
minutes. After a few hours, he's putty in your hands. He'll be bucking his
hips,
and begging and pleading. That's when the initiation really begins."
Cindy couldn't really respond to me on her knees and occupied as she was.
I must admit I get a certain fascination in strapon play, and I might have
made Cindy
practice longer than she needed to just because I liked watching her do it.
But hey, I dominate people, what did she expect. Besides, practice makes
perfect.
********
I set forth a plan for Cindy to follow in order to enslave her husband.
ll that practicing must have helped her because she followed my plan to
perfection. When Charlie got home from work that day he walked in to
find a trail of his wife's clothes leading to the bedroom. Following the
trail,
Charlie opened the bedroom door to find Cindy and naked kissing in bed.
Now Charlie, like most men, has always fanaticized about sex with two
women. I knew he couldn't resist this.
Cindy looked up from a deep French kiss with me to meet Charlie's gaze.
“Welcome home Charlie. Look, before you say anything, let me explain.
I want to make our marriage work, and I know that the though of having me
and Deborah has always turned you on. So I thought if you enjoyed yourself
with the two of us, we might be able to make amends."
Of course it was a total lie. But the kind that played to every man's wish.
The fact that he wanted to believe it more than anything made up for it's
implausibility. Charlie was naked within seconds.
Cindy directed him to sit in a chair before the bed so that we both do a
lapdance for him as a bit of foreplay. Little did he know exactly how long
we have planned for that foreplay to last. After he sat down, I came over to
dance for him. He had spent many an hour trying to imagine what I had
looked like naked and I could tell the reality left him impressed. Straddled
the chair and grabbed his head and pulled in between my breasts, while
Cindy moved behind him.
I had to smile at how easily my plan was coming together- while I held
his head between my tits, Cindy had all the time she needed to move
behind him with the handcuffs and *CLICK*. He started to jerk back
and forth trying to see what was going on behind him.
"Shhhh," I said claming him down. "I wanted it this way. If you want to two
of us, just let us get a little kinky, okay." We then cuffed his ankles
through
the chair, making him our prisoner.
After that I released my grip on his head, lay back on the bed directly in
front of him, and spread my legs. "Well Cindy, let's give him a show."
Cindy quickly moved to me, put her head between her legs, and started
lapping at my pussy. The flick of her tongue over my clitoris immediately
sent a melting sensation through my tits and tummy. I have always preferred
the touch of a woman, but looking up into her husbands eyes and seeing the
lust build in him as he watched his wife lap at my pussy made it SO much
better.
Since this was all for his benefit, I arched my back and started putting on
a show.
"Oh GOD Cindy. That's IT! Eat my pussy. YES!" I closed my eyes and
took in the moment. It felt so good to tease her husband this way, and I
wanted
it to go on like that forever. But Cindy's and I had many more plans left to
do
that day, and we couldn't afford to fatigue her mouth. So I tensed my
muscles
and faked a monster orgasm. I'm sure it wasn't the first that Charlie had
ever seen
just as I was equally sure that he had never been able to tell the
difference.
Next Cindy got off of me and walked over to him. She grabbed his hair in her
fist and looked into his face. "I think you might even like the next even
better."
She then smiled a cruel smile and walked behind him. She bent down to his
forehead, then his lips, then his chest. She climbed over the back of his
seated
figure as she moved her head further and further down. Soon she had her head
directly over his crotch, giving him a direct view of her from the rear.
She had
her legs spread and resting on the armrests just as I had told her. He
couldn't help
but stare down at her wet and dripping pussy as she started going to work on
his dick.
A loud "SLLLURP!" came from his crotch. She was using the technique I
had made her practice earlier on my strapon- clamping down on the base of
his
cock and lightening up as she drew her head back towards the head. I had
taught her to make the loud slurping noises too. Those noises made it
impossible
to ignore what she was doing, and the more senses of his we used the more
complete his
frustration.
"Oh God Cindy... YES." Her husband yelled clearly not yet realizing the true
malevolence of what was happening to him. Cindy reached down and grabbed
his balls as she continued her torment of his cock. Within a few minutes,
Charlie
started telling Cindy that he was ready to fuck her.
"Mmmmm," was his only reply as Cindy continued her ruthless assault
on his cock. "SLLLUURP."
In a few minutes more, Charlie was drenched in sweat. "Please Cindy,"
he said still thinking this was still all for him. "Come on baby."
Cindy muffled "Mmnn" denial to his request. I could tell that her success
was getting her more excited- she teased his cock more relentlessly than
ever now as Charlie's requests only encouraged her.
I knew how hard it was for Charlie. The view before him was absolute
paradise.
Cindy's pussy was only getting wetter the more excited she got and she was
working him over like a pro. Without warning, he started to break. His
started
bucking his hips and moaning like a hurt little boy,
"PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSEE!"
That was what we were waiting for. I got up off the bed and walked over
to the night table and picked up a wine glass that I had set there earlier.
I walked behind Charlie so he couldn't see what I was doing, and I spread
my legs and peed into the glass filling it.
As I did this, Cindy explained the challenge. "Deborah and I don't think
you have enough discipline Charlie. So we are going to test you. If you
can remain motionless as I torture your cock for the next 15 minutes then
you
get your orgasm."
I grabbed Charlie by the hair and wrenched his head back. A look of fear
crossed his face as I balanced the glass of my piss on his forehead. It left
him
in a pretty acquired position. His head didn't have any support, so the
muscles
in his neck were only going to get more fatigued as the 15 minutes went on.
To make matter worse, Cindy explained the rest.
“I cleaned this room earlier Charlie. I waxed the wood floor in here and I
am
not about to let our contest ruin my efforts. If you spill that piss, not
only do you
not get your precious orgasm, but you have to lick it all up off the floor.
UNDERSTAND?"
He couldn't nod yes, and I think he realized that to say anything would
jeopardize
spilling the glass. He just sat there as still as can be. A look of
impending dread
crossing his face.
Cindy smiled a powerful smile, amazed that this was working. "Come over
here Deborah and help me keep my man in line."
Soon both our mouths were at work at his crotch. Cindy kept deep throating
his dick but pulling back too lightly for him to come, while I set my tongue
to
work tickling and moving his balls. We knew it was an unfair contest. We had
set it up that way. The muscles in his neck probably couldn't have supported
that
acquired position for 15 minutes, even without our teasing. It was a
delicious moment.
Turning his greatest fantasy, two women, into his greatest failure.
And his failure was not long in coming. The effort of trying not to move
caused him to break out in a sweat almost immediately. I could tell Cindy's
expert tonguing of his dick was creating a strong impulse to buck his hips.
And every slip and moan Cindy emitted only made that impulse stronger.
Like I said, men are biological creatures, and Charlie's impulses starting
to
control him. His dick has been teased nonstop and it demanded satisfaction.
It didn't care what situation he was in. Like it or not, it was determined
to try
and come as best it could. The strain of fighting this impulse finally
cracked
Charlie as he yelled out, bucked his hips, and sent that glass toppling
forward
spilling piss all over the front of Charlie and right into the crotch of
Cindy.
"Yes, " screamed Cindy triumphantly caring more about her victory than
about the fact hat she was now drenched in piss.
Cindy eased her crotch back into Charlie's face. "Well, since it's now your
job to lick all this up, you can start with the piss that's in my pussy and
ass,"
she said tightening her grip on his balls.
Charlie grunted from the pain and brought his head up. His face was a mask
of unfeeling defeat. His spirit had left him. If he wasn't broken by now, he
would be
shortly. Thoughtlessly he buried he face and tongue in her asshole and cunt.
"Mmmm. Good job Charlie. I sorry to say that you are going to have to
get used to servicing me in whatever way I want if you ever want to come
like a man ever again... Oh yes. That's it. Get that tongue deep in my ass.
want all of Debbie's piss out... Yes, now my pussy." And with that Cindy
started grinding her crotch against Charlie's face.
She took her time in coming. She had every right to. She was in control now.
She owned him. She could do whatever she wanted. And his dick stood fully
erect in frustration the whole time as she got off.
Next came the final stages. We were pretty sure he was broken by now but
we had to make it stick. Cindy dismounted, walked behind his chair and
tipped
it forward. Restrained as he was, he could do nothing to stop himself as his
forehead his the wet floor with a thud. "Now that your mouth if close to the
floor,
I want you to start drinking all the piss off of my nice clean floor," Cindy
ordered.
It was a tough job restrained as he was, but then this wasn't ever supposed
to
be easy. But, like the broken man that he was, he complied thoughtlessly.
Loudly slipping and slurping all my piss off of the wood floor.
Cindy strode over to me her face aglow. She lowered her head once more
down between my legs; she was awash in her victory and looking to pay me
back for making in happen. Before commencing, Cindy issued forth one final
challenge.
"If you can clean the floor before I make Deborah come, then I will let
you come also." And with that, they both lowered their heads and went to
work- she on my pussy, he on my piss.
Clearly Cindy wanted to win this contest too, because she put her tongue
into overdrive. I felt the tip of it slicing into my clit and then
broadening itself
as she forced it into my pussy, while one of her hands moved over my
breasts-
tweaking my nipples. Now I didn't want to come before Charlie finished. I
thought
he had had enough, but what is a girl to do when she is getting such a
tonguing.
Cindy expertly moved me close to orgasm in minutes. I look down to see how
far Charlie was along with his task, and to my surprise he diligently had
almost
finished the floor, even though he was tied to the chair. Clearly his dick
as once again
trying to do anything to come that night. Funny that that's how he got into
this
whole mess to begin with.
I tried to relax to give Charlie a chance, but Cindy would have none of
that.
Her bore her tongue down hard on my clit as she moved two fingers in and
out of my cunt. I felt waves of pleasure washing over me.
"Having good control of orgasms is what subs are supposed to do," I thought.
"Hell with this." And with that, I just relaxed and let Cindy's tongue and
fingers
move me right over the edge. That was one of the best orgasms ever. I don't
know how long it lasted, but I felt myself screaming and wiggling around
there for
at least half a minute.
When it was all over, Cindy and I heard sobbing coming from the foot of
the bed. Looking over, we saw that Charlie was crying his frustrated and
broken little heart out.
I looked over to Cindy. "Well, you did it. He's yours. But you should go
ahead and let him come tonight, just to make it complete." Orgasm
frustration
was what had broken him tonight, and I believe that if that's the tool you
are
using then you need to let your sub come semiregularly otherwise he
eventually
learns that he's just not going to come and then he stops caring. Thus he
doesn't
get frustrated anymore and you lose the ease of manageability.
Cindy understood this and went over and unshackled him from the chair.
She still left his arms cuffed behind his back however, and she rolled him
over
on his knees and bent him over. "Okay little man, " she said grabbing his
dick.
"Deborah has graciously said you can come tonight even though you don't
deserve it."
'"Oh, Thank you!" Charlie said in earnest as Cindy reached down and began
stroking his dick.
"But I want you to come only when she says," Cindy commanded as she
continued
stroking.
I never said anything. I never planned on it. Better to let him come without
permission so that she could punish him again. That's another technique I
use
a lot on my subs and it seems to work well. Cindy kept stroking his dick, he
kept looking at me waiting for permission, and I just sat back and watched
the spectacle.
"Oh, Oh please Deborah. Please tell me I can come."
I just smiled and shook my head.
"PLEASE?" he asked, very close to coming.
I just smiled wider and kept shaking my head.
"Oh SHIT, HO." he yelled as he spewed come all over Cindy's once again
messy floor. He looked down at the floor and immediately knew what he was
to do next. He lowered his head down and started lapping up his come like a
good little boy, but he was doing it happily. Yes happily.
When I saw how happily he was approaching his task I knew
my assignment was complete. He was now happily a slave to his wife.
He would do anything she asked and would do it happily, because he knew his
place now. He was her slave. He would be until she said otherwise,
and he would never betray her again.
(c) 1999 Copyright. All rights reserved. By Deborah the Cowgirl.
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