("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Control by jbozobo (no address provided) *** A man gives up on marriage and opts for control instead. (Mdom/F, nc, wife, d/s, oral, anal, mc, sci-fi) *** He sat in his living room quietly fuming over his wife's latest outrage. He had been sifting through a box of old pictures, pictures that included their first Christmas together as a couple. Finding some that brought back just how in love he had been with her, he brought them up to the bedroom where she sat playing Words with Friends as usual. She looked up annoyed as he walked up, he wondered for the umpteenth time what she was really doing as her fingers moved across the mouse pad, obviously closing windows. Their marriage had grown increasingly strained in the last few years, with his wife changing from a loving and dedicated wife and mother, to a bitter, malevolent, and contemptuous shrew. He had tried desperately to reconnect with her, but she seemed determined to destroy any and all feelings they might have as a couple. Still, maybe these pictures he had dug up would help remind her he thought. "Look what I found honey, these are from our very first years together, this one is our first Christmas at my Mother's house" She glared at him as he handed her the photos, slowly shutting her laptop "Oh I remember this, look at what a pussy-whipped dork you already were!" He tried again sitting on the bed next to her "Look at this one, from my sister's wedding, don't you remember how in love we were?" She looked annoyed now. "Do I have to remember that, you still look like an idiot," she grated out at him opening her laptop again dismissively. He sat there stunned, amazed really, in all the time they had been struggling she had never treated him like this. He took the photos she had practically flung back at him, walking slowly downstairs, something dripped on his hand and he realized absently that he was crying. Sitting on the couch looking at her in his arms, they were dancing and her hair shone blond, her eyes danced with light and love, he could remember that time in their lives when she loved him. That was really all he wanted back. Their life now was so far from the love he remembered, every sentence between them had become a battleground, one where she fought to define him as worthless, contemptuous, and febrile. He pulled the card and the little ziplock pouch from his pocket, setting them on the coffee table, eyeing them thoughtfully. A friend had handed him a small folder a few weeks back telling him, "Denny old boy, I've been watching you and Jen and I have a feeling you could use this. Call me if you want to discuss it, but more important, if you want your wife back, if you want your marriage back think about calling this number." The card had one word on the front, "CONTROL," spelled out in all capital letters. On the back there was a phone number and one sentence "Take control of your marriage again, call for guaranteed satisfaction." Denny read the card again and again, thinking over the last few years, aching inside he called the number. "Sir," a musical female voice answered, "are you ready to take control?" "Uhm, yes I-I... think so, can you help me" he stuttered, not quite sure what he was getting into. "Our service costs $25,000, and satisfaction is guaranteed, should you decide your needs have not been met we will return your wife and your money to their previous condition. Do you have any questions Sir?" He fumbled with the words; "How, what... I mean, how will you give me control?" "We have a proven technology, one which allows you to control your wife's mood, it involves micro-surgery for your loved one, and a control mechanism for yourself that allows you to directly alter the chemicals and pheromones controlling the moods and emotional state of your wife. I will give you a web address, you can read the details of our proposed contract at that secure site and if you agree to our service contract and pay the fee we will execute services at your discretion." She passed him a website which he quickly pulled up after hanging up. The contract was long and detailed, but the gist was the company guaranteed its services, and promised to give him the power to improve his wife's behavior and overall demeanor. He was torn, this seemed too good to be true, but everything else had failed miserably, all he wanted really was the loving woman he had married, all he wanted was some joy, some lust, some fun again. He filled out the details of the contract, transferred the funds from their savings, and read the instructions. *** The next night he made his wife her favorite drink, frozen daiquiri, and brought it up to her as she sat in bed typing furiously. Again she closed the laptop as he walked in, eyeing him suspiciously. "Hey hon, I wanted something cold and sweet, thought you might like one too? Everything going ok up here, how's Word treating you tonight?" She practically snatched the drink from him, and he carefully controlled his expression. "Uh good I guess, thanks for the drink dork." He smiled as he stood, watching her slurp down the daiquiri. "Well, no problem. I'm watching some sci-fi downstairs so I'll let you be." As he walked out she sneered at him, pulling the laptop open again. *** An hour later he walked in on her, taking the laptop from her lap he noticed she had a chat window open. She had been chatting with someone named Raoul, she had been sexting actually, he scrolled down feeling less and less guilty about what he was about to do. The chat window discussed his wife's afternoon with Raoul and what amazing sex they had had, apparently his wife was getting the fucking of a lifetime from this guy. Denny, sat on the bed next to his unconscious wife, slowly reading the destruction of his marriage, of his life. Finally, he snapped the laptop closed and looked at the card again. He called the number, it rang twice then picked up. "Sir, how can we help you?" this time a male voice. "My wife is ready, we can start?" The ambulance arrived within minutes and his wife was wisked away quietly, he watched her go, as neighbors came over to enquire. "Oh she just had a fainting spell, but we're going to the hospital to have her watched overnight" he told them as he got into his car. He drove around for a couple of hours alternately seething and questioning his actions. Control, he thought, what will I do with it, how will it work. *** The next day he received a phone call, "Sir, you can come down to our clinic, your wife is ready to come home." He quickly drove to the address they passed him, it was a non-descript building with other medical offices. The receptionist was a flawless little blond, cherry red lipstick and a happy smile, she showed him into a private room where his wife sat. "Oh Denny, I'm so sorry, I must have scared you to death fainting like that!" His wife exclaimed. "I feel so much better now," she said grabbing his hand. "I missed you this morning when I woke up, you know." He just stared at her, and then at the doctor who stood at the foot of the bed, a slight smile on his lips. "Sir," said the doctor, "if I could just have a word." Denny followed the doctor into a private office, "The procedure is complete and successful, your wife has been given a sub-cranial control element which will allow you to adjust her behavior using this wrist based control." He held what looked like a watch in his hand. Denny took the device eyeing it with wonder. The doctor quickly showed him how the device worked, it looked like a regular wristwatch but was actually a sophisticated emotional control mechanism. The face was touch sensitive with a cutout button on the side, another button controlled what aspect of emotion or mood was to be adjusted, the face simply dialed intensity up or down. Watching his wife through the one way mirror built into the wall Denny observed as the Dr. demonstrated all of the settings. The device was keyed to his fingerprint, appearing to be only a digital watch to any other user. He dialed up Joy and his wife was suddenly giddy, laughing joyfully to herself. He dialed up Lust and his wife was suddenly touching herself sensuously back arching in pleasure. Lastly, the Dr showed him the negative mood controls (disgust, fear, anger), and explained, "This is where the real power of the device is, the behavior that drove you here can be trained out of your wife using this power." He handed Denny the device, which Denny slipped onto his wrist carefully. "Sir, I suggest you go slowly with your new power. Adjust your wife gently, and she will respond beautifully. Be careful of your choices, dramatic mood and emotion swings can have unexpected results. We accept no liability for your wife's behavior when you adjust her moods and emotions." Denny carefully adjusted his wife to be calm and joyful again, as she had been when he arrived. As he entered the room, she beamed at him with a beautific smile. "Can we go home love? I feel great, in fact better than I have in years." He helped her dress and they headed home, her in a state of steady joy and calm, Denny in mystified silence. She chatted away on the drive home, happy as a lark, Denny thought about how to handle her cheating, and what he wanted now that he had control. It would be easy he thought to go back to the loving couple that he remembered, to erase the damage she had done. Maybe I'll do that he thought to himself, or maybe I'll play with her a bit first just to get even. *** That evening she retreated again to their bedroom, laptop out typing furiously. He hadn't adjusted anything, she was uniformly joyful and calm, but it hadn't seemed to have stopped her urge to chat with Raoul. Denny sat in the living room flicking through the control options; despair, greed, anger, sorrow, lust, disgust, hunger, annoyed... Annoyed he thought, I'll start there. He adjusted the annoyed control, slowly listening to his wife's typing. She slowed as he continued and finally stopped altogether. He flipped through on the control to self-loathing and dialed that up a bit, and then added some lonely. He sat back and flipped on the tv. Within a few minutes he heard the tale tell sound of a laptop slapping shut, he wife came into the living room, looking a bit green. "Honey, are you ok?" he asked innocently. She came over and hugged him, "just feeling a bit lonely up there in our big old room" she said hugging him tightly. She sat down snuggled up with her back to him, and started watching Ascension with him. He dialed down the annoyance, and self-loathing, and increased her happy and loving settings, then threw in some content as well. All very hard to do with her snuggled up, but he managed. She wriggled into him, sighing and sort of shivering, she pulled his arm over her and then practically inhaled him as she snuggled tight against him. Now he couldn't reach the control on his wrist. They sat there snuggling, she asked him a few questions to catch up with the show, and he explained some of the characters and the plot while she listened intently. The next hour passed with her in a state of contented joy, and him in a state of shocked amazement. As the show ended she stirred. "Oohhh, I could just snuggle like this all night, why don't we go to bed honey?" She pulled him up as he turned off the tv, they headed upstairs shutting off lights on the way. As his wife brushed her teeth, he flipped through the control settings wondering what to try next. As he flipped through the settings he came across 'naughty', "I'll just bump that up a bit," he thought. Then of course 'lustful', he carefully adjusted five or six levels up. Jen walked out of the bathroom, pulling her nightie off in one fluid motion, "What are you waiting for big boy? You better get in this bed before I finish without you!" He smiled now, feeling more than a bit stunned, what the hell he thought, this is simply amazing. He brushed quickly and then quickly flipped through the settings looking for anything else to adjust, perverted, he considered it briefly, then dialed it up wondering what naughty, lustful, and perverted would do in combination. As he exited the bathroom, the lights in the room were turned down, Jen was lying on the bed, rubbing her clit sensuously with one hand and squeezing on ample breast with the other. She watched him, smiling as she noted his cock pushing his underwear out. "Lose the undies big boy, you're not going to need those tonight!" He dropped his drawers as he walked to the bed in a daze. She reached out, caressing his balls while she continued to stroke her own pussy, "I'm in a mood stud, I want you to stand there while I stroke myself, let's see if we can come together?" She was sliding two fingers into her cunt now, twisting them deep and hard, her thumb was working her clit at the same time, while her other hand was caressing his balls and cock, teasing his ass. He stood there watching her working her own pussy, her stomach muscles clenching, and her sweet quim dripping around her frenzied fingers. He stroked his fingers over her nipples, twisting one gently, her gasps grew shorter and her fingers worked her sweet pussy even faster. With one hand he scooped some of the juices dripping from her swollen wet cunt up and brought them to her lips, she practically slobbered over his hand, finally climaxing as she sucked her own juices from his fingers. She collapsed back, one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, the other slowly pulling out of her own grasping, twitching pussy. She lay there shuddering as Denny, as if drawn there, lowered himself between her quivering thighs. Her pussy was swollen and dripping, and her clit was twitching in a state of arousal Denny had never seen before. He slowly lowered his mouth to her slit, licking the juices from her thighs first, and then gently cleaning the areas around her pussy before tasting the sweet nectar between her legs. AS his tongue made contact she spasmed with aftershocks, her hands wrapping in his hair, her cunt pushing up to demand more from his mouth. He licked her slowly from clit to sphincter, and he noticed she arched-up to give him full access to her ass. She had never much liked ass sex before, but here she was spread and quivering as he teased her little brown pucker. He licked his way back to her clit, and gently bit it with his teeth, something that always had annoyed her before, she gasped grabbing his ears, "Ooh, fuck yeah! Fucking bite that dirty little clit! Oh my god!!!" she grated at him. "Lick my ass again you dirty fucker, tongue that dirty ass!" She pushed him lower, and he obliged, giving her ass some strong licks and then slowly spearing her hole with his stiff tongue. She came again, he could feel her sphincter spasming around his tongue, even as her cunt clutched wetly at his nose. He slowly fucked her ass with his stiff tongue, teasing her clit with his slick nose and she screamed out another series of orgasms, finally collapsing, her legs spread and twitching, her cunt pulsating. He just sat back a bit in wonder. This was the woman he wanted, the wife he remembered, or at least wanted to. Her sphincter was pulsating in front of him with aftershocks, and he wondered how far he could go. He dialed up the naughty setting another two notches and eased forward. She was limp, shuddering, and he stroked her gently, her breasts were heaving a bit as she breathed and he palmed them, squeezing her nipples gently. He took first one and then the other in his teeth, mauling them slowly, roughly and then licking them as they hardened. His cock was rock hard, sitting between her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck and licked her earlobes gently. He felt her start to come around, her hands and arms coming around his body, her warm hands pulling him forward. Naughty must have kicked in, he felt her hand reach around, guiding his cock... to her ass? What the fuck, he thought looking at her. She was staring him in the eye, as her hand pulled him forward, his cock wouldn't fit he thought as she lodged him at the entrance to her tight ass, but she pushed back and grunted as his cockhead popped into her ass. Her mouth sought his and she tongued him fiercely while driving her ass onto his cock. It was so tight and hot, he was trembling as she forced herself all the way onto his aching throbbing cock. Finally, he thought he could risk moving inside her and he began slow movements. "Fuck it! Fuck it you bastard! Fuck my dirty ass. OH MY GOD!" she yelled. "I love it! I love your cock in my ass! Oh fuck me like the dirty slut I am! Oohhh! I'm fucking coming on your cock you bastard!!!" she screamed, finally and he exploded in her ass, gasping and coming as she writhed and grinded beneath him shuddering to what seemed her umpteenth orgasm. They collapsed there, his cock buried in her dripping ass, her twitching in mindless ecstasy, her body and mind temporarily sated. He quickly flipped through the settings on his control. Leaving her in 'Joy' and 'Contentment', and increasing her 'Caring' and 'Affectionate' settings. She snuggled over to him, putting her head on his shoulder, hugged him hard and then said, "I love you! I loved that, thank you, you big dirty stud. I'm so happy right now!" Denny lay there, his arms around his wife, wonder on his face and his cock already hard and quivering as he thought of the implications of his newfound control. END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82