Lilly bent her head over her husband Brian’s lap and took his erection in her mouth, deep-throating him right away, just as she knew he liked. She used every little trick she knew, giving the best head she knew how. Her tongue ran in circles over the him every time she pulled back, and within minutes, he stiffened on the couch.
“Get ready, honey, here it comes!“ he grunted. “Remember, you’re going to enjoy the taste of my seed this time. It tastes good, honey, swallow all of it.“
“Yes, sir.“ she mumbled, his cock still in her mouth. She lowered her face onto him once more, just as he erupted. She quickly pulled her head back, holding just the head of his cock between her lips and sucked as much juice out of him as she could.
She couldn’t believe how good he tasted, and smiled up at him.
“Show it to me.” he ordered. “Open your mouth and show me the cum.”
“But I already swallowed it, sir.” she said apologetically. “It tasted so good, I just couldn’t help it, sir. I swallowed it all right away.” She started crying. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Lilly, you’re forgiven.” he said. “You’ll do it properly the next time, though, won’t you?”
“Oh, yes sir!” she said eagerly. “I promise, I’ll show you the come before I swallow it, no matter how good it tastes. I promise!”
“Very good.” he said, reaching down and taking the Collar off her neck. He placed it on the coffee-table and patted the couch next to him. “Come sit up here next to me and finish your milkshake.”
“Yes sir.” she said, rubbing her temples lightly as she took her seat next to him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing her hesitate as she reached for her glass.
“I don’t want it anymore.” she said
“Why not?” he asked. “It will take the taste of my cum out of your mouth.”
“I want to keep the taste of your come in my mouth.” she said. “Please don’t make me drink it?”
“You’re not wearing the Collar, Lilly. You can do whatever you want. I order you to drink that milkshake!”
“But… I want… yes sir.” she said, defeated. She took her glass and began drinking it through the straw, not stopping until slurping noises were heard. She put the glass back on its coaster.
“Can you still taste me?” he asked. She shook her head, looking disappointed.
“No, it’s gone. All I can taste now is the ice cream and malt.”
“Do you want the taste of come back?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, going to her knees in front of him once more.
“Oh, thank you, sir. I promise I’ll do it right this time.”
“Not yet.” he told her, pushing her head away. “You can have more come after you take that walk around the house. You will be completely nude, except for panties, and you may not come in until at least one car has seen you cupping your breasts in both hands.”
“Do I have to?” she whispered, blushing furiously.
“Of course not.” he told her, holding up the Collar. “See? You’re not wearing it anymore.”
“But I can still feel it.” she said. “Well, not really, but I can feel the memory of it, you know? Please don’t make me go outside naked and show off like that. Can’t I just suck it again without doing… that?”
“Remember, all the way around the house, and at least one car has to see you shaking your boobs at them before you can come back in.”
“Oh God.” she whispered. She walked to the door, but hesitated before going though it. “I love you, Brian. No matter what happens out there.” she said, stripping down. She went outside and closed the door behind her.
A few minutes later, he heard a car honk on the street, then she dashed inside.
“Oh my god, that was Mrs. Larson.” Lilly said, gasping. “She smiled and tried to wave me over!”
“Hahahaha!” Brian laughed. “I thought she was checking you out at last summer’s barbeque. Come here and suck on me some more if you want to.”
She bent her head forward, eager to take him in her mouth again, but he stopped her once more.
“The conditioning is still in effect, and I’m going to take full advantage of it.” he told her. “I’m going to have you anally, and you’re going to come with the pleasure of it. Is that understood?”
She shivered, looking at him. “Yes sir.” she said. “I’ll go get the Vaseline.”
“You’ll stay right where you are.” he contradicted. “Go around to the end of the couch and bend over the arm, feet spread wide apart on the floor.”
“Oh God.” she whispered. “Yes sir.”
“Are you forced to obey me from the Collar?” he asked, when she was in position. He remained sitting less than a foot away from her face.
“Not exactly.” she said. “I’m doing this because I want the conditioning to take effect. I want to be the best slave to you that I can. You will enjoy anal a lot more if I enjoy it too.”
“Okay, that’s true.” he agreed, getting up. “Use both your hands and your saliva to lube yourself for me, and when your ready for me to enter, spread your cheeks with both hands and look at me over your left shoulder. You will then beg me to take you, using all the dirtiest things you know how to say.”
“Yes sir.” she said, then licked her fingers and reached around behind herself.
“Sir…” he mused. “You keep calling me sir.” he said to her. “That’s what you call your boss, Mr. Anderson, isn’t it?”
“Yes si- Yes, it is.” she said.
“I told you to use both hands to lube your ass.” he told her. “That means I want to see you taking fingers from your asshole and licking them wet again.”
“Sir?” she asked hesitantly.
“Don’t call me sir!” he told her. “Call me Master!”
“Y-yes Master!” she gasped. She brought her right hand up to her face and looked at it hesitantly.
“Let me make this clear to you.” he said. “Perhaps that will make it easier for you. When you are naked like this, I want you to be my perfect little slave slut. You will talk dirty to turn me on, walk like a slut, obey ALL my orders, and nothing is going to be too dirty or nasty. When I tell you to lick your fingers from your ass, you will do it. When I tell you to lick my asshole, you’ll do that too. Do you understand?”
“Yes master.” she said, shivering slightly, with a far-away look in her eyes, then licked her fingers and returned them to her ass.
“When you are dressed, you are to address me as “Brian” like you normally do. You will behave non-sexually to everyone when you are dressed. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.” she said. She brought her hand to her mouth and wet her fingers again. “I’m ready, Master.” She pulled her ass cheeks apart with both hands.
“What are you ready for?” he asked her, moving around behind her.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “I’m ready for you to fuck my ass with your big, tasty cock!” she said. “Please? Please fuck me, Master.”
He moved right up behind her, taking his cock in one hand. He rubbed the head of it up and down along her pussy, gathering moisture and making the head slippery.
“Ohh, yes, right there, Master.” she cooed, feeling his cock touching her. “Put it inside and fuck me!”
“No, Lilly, in your ass, remember? Beg me to fuck your ass, and you WILL enjoy it, understand?”
“Yes master.” she said, moving her hips down a little and pressing back against him.
“Please sir? Fuck my asshole with your big cock!” she said.
“Who am I to refuse a request like that?” he said to the air, then grabbed his wife by the hips and thrust himself inside.
“OW-owww!” she screamed, trying to pull away. He took firm hold of her hips and held her tightly, laying down on her back.
“Shhh…” he whispered in her ear. “The pain of me entering you feels good, Lilly. Take pleasure in the pain.”
“I’ll… I’ll try!” she gasped. “Please, master, it hurts!”
“Enjoy the pain, Lilly. Feel me going into you and take pleasure in it. Feel me in your ass!”
“Yes, master!” she said, grunting as he pressed all the way into her. Her ass felt like fire; she’d never been able to take him this deep before. It had been too painful, but now he was telling her to like the pain, and she was willing to endure it if that’s what he wanted.
“Do you like it, Lilly? Do you like my big, fat cock in your ass yet?” he whispered in her ear.
“No, Master.” she said, crying a little. “It hurts, and I want it to feel good because that’s what you told me, but it doesn’t. The Collar is wearing off. Please, master, can I have it back for a little while? It will help me to be a perfect slave for you! I NEED it!”
He withdrew from her asshole, and she gave an involuntary gasp of relief. “Ohh, shit.” she said raggedy, her breath coming in fits and starts. “Ohh, master, please, please can I have it back?”
“No, Lilly, I’m worried about you.” he told her. “You want to be my slave too much. It was a game before, but now its gone much deeper than that, hasn’t it?”
“Brian, I…” she said, hesitating. “What’s wrong with having me a willing sex slave?” she asked quietly. “Isn’t that why we started the game in the first place?”
“Lilly, I didn’t marry a sex slave.” he pointed out. “I married a beautiful, vibrant lady with an imgination that rivals mine. If I had wanted a sex slave to obey my every whim, I would have chosen Mary Edwards instead. She was a Delta Pi a year behind you, remember?”
“I remember her.” Lilly said. “Little blonde with the big rack?”
“That’s her. Alpha Eta got her for a semester from the Delta’s, and since I was the President, I chose her for my own. Damn, she had some great tits.”
“What about her?” Lilly asked.
“She was a perfect submissive.” Brian told her. “I told her to do my friends, and she did. If I told you to fuck someone else back then, it would have been a struggle to get you to do it, wouldn’t it?”
“Do you want me to fuck someone else?” Lilly asked, blanched. “I thought you loved me?” Her eyes were brimming with tears. “I’ll do it if that’s what you want. Give me an order, and I’ll do it for you, I will, I really will!”
“No, Lilly, that’s what I’m trying to tell you!” he said, exasperated. “I don’t want a slave slut; I want my WIFE back!”
“Then I should get dressed.” she said. “You told me I’m a slave slut when I’m naked, and your wife when I’m dressed.”
“That’s true.” he said, remembering. “Don’t get dressed yet; I can give you the taste of my come again, if you still want it.”
* * *
He was worried about Lilly. That morning, when they had awoken, she had been fine. She slept in a nightgown, and evidently that had been enough clothing to switch off the slut mode he’d activated. When she undressed for the shower, however, she came out without dressing and tried to suck him off. He had had to order her into clothing, at which point, she became “normal” again.
“Lilly, you had your wedding ring on it the shower, didn’t you?” he asked her.
“Of course I did.” she said. “I never take it off. You
put it on my finger at our wedding, and it’s been there ever since.”
“Then as long as your wearing it, you’re not naked, and you won’t act the slut. Understand?”
“Yes, master.” she said, bowing her head.
“Try it right now.” he commanded. “Strip naked except for your ring.” The order took, and she was not compelled to be a slut while wearing her wedding ring.
She went off to work, and he actually made progress on his bool all morning, getting several chapters finished. He was pleased with what he had written, and saved it.
While he was munching a sandwich for lunch, he wondered how Lilly was faring at work. He hoped she was okay.
“She wants to be a slave too much to be a good subject.” he said out loud. “I wonder how it works on someone who doesn’t want it at all?”
His flicked to the homebums drinking down by the tracks. One cheap bottle and a ten dollar bill would get him the perfect unwilling test subject. He had a few hours before Lilly came home.
He hooked the Collar up to the laptop to re-charge the battery. He set the power bar up to about half, where Lilly had been wearing it at its lowest setting.
Lilly had been given orders that countered her basic nature, only it was things that degraded her. Since it is easier to destroy then to build, he figured the extra compulsion would be necessary.
He intended to take one of the bums and order him to turn his life around, to get and keep a job while staying sober. If the Collar could do that, then it would be worth giving to the world. If not, he wasn’t going to be the one who enslaved the human race, and he would destroy it. “After I have a harem to rival Soloman’s.” he thought to himself, chuckling. “Lilly won’t mind.”
He went down by the tracks, parking his car in a lot not too far away. He picked up two handfuls of dirt and rubbed the into the legs of his jeans, sitting down to get his butt dirty. Another handful messed up his shirt, and he scuffed the sides of his shoes, ruining the shine. He put a six pack of beer in his pack and headed off to the trees by the river, walking along until he found a shady spot, somewhat secluded and well worn. There were empty bottes and trash scattered around, so it was a pretty well frequented spot.
Sure enough, before he had finished his first beer, someone came along.
“Hey, buddy, this is my spot.” he said roughly. “Get the fuck outta here!”
“Sorry, I didn’t know.” Brian said, standing up. “You want a beer?”
“You got beer? You can stay.” the guy said, coming in.
“My name’s Brian.” he said, handing the guy a bottle.
“Yeah, I never seen you around before.” the guy said, cracking it open. He drank it half gone on the first pull, so Brian wordlessly handed him another. “Thanks, buddy! You know, you coulda got three 12 packs of cans for the price of these six bottles.”
“Well, I’m kinda new to the scene, you know? Lost my job a couple months ago, just been putting around the house and losing my mind. Figured I’d come outside and get some air. I used to drink down here in my younger days. Hasn’t changed much.”
“What are you doing down here, Pete? I told you to clear out last night!” came an angry voice. “And who the hell are you?”
Brian looked up in surprise to see a cop standing at the entrance to the grotto, his hands on his hips and an angry expression on his face. Brian stood up, his hands empty and unthreatening.
“Sorry, officer, I used to come here when I was a kid, so I figured I’d have a few down here and reminisce.”
“What’s your name?” the cop demanded.
“Brain Miller.” he replied.
“No shit?” the cop said, surprised. “I’m Henry Adams. We used to come down here together back in high school.”
“Henry, no shit!” Brian laughed. “Yup, this place ain’t changed a bit, except YOU’RE the cop busting us now.”
Henry blushed. “Yeah, well, Brian, I gotta move you guys on. I won’t be a hardass and dump your beer, but how about drinking it at home?”
“No problem. Come on, Pete, this place is blowed up.”
“You’re taking him with you?” Henry asked, incredulously.
“Sure, why not?” Brian said easily. “I hate drinking alone, and you’re not gonna have one… are you?”
“No, I don’t drink anymore.” Henry said, licking his lips. “You guys get on, then. Don’t let me catch you here again, either. Drinking in public, trespassing, littering. Jesus, Brian, you don’t wanna go in front of a judge for that shit. Drink at home.”
“Yes sir.” Brian said. He got out of there, with Pete right on his heels all the way back to his car.
“Holy shit, that was close!” Pete said, getting in the passenger side after the car was beeped open. “I thought I was going to jail for sure!” He cracked open another beer as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“Keep that down until we get home.” he said. “I don’t wanna get pulled over. One time talking to them shitheads is enough for one day.”
“Sure thing, buddy.” Pete agreed. “You got that right. I hate them fuckers!”
They got to the house and went inside. “I think there’s a game on. You want something stronger than beer?”
“Hell yeah!” Pete said, looking around. “This is a nice place you got here. Too bad the bank’s gonna get it.”
“Well, they ain’t got it yet.” Brian chuckled. “Scotch, whiskey, or bourbon?”
“Why limit yourself?” Pete laughed. “Bring all three bottles in!”
Scott came in the room with no bottles. He had the Collar instead.
“Hey, Pete, how’s your eyesight?” he asked. “Can you make out the writing on this buckle here?”
“One hundred percent.” Pete said, holding out his hand. “Give it here.”
Brian handed him the Collar, and Pete brought it up to his face, squinting at the buckle.
“It says, ‘Made in Pakistan.” he said.
“Put it on, Pete.” Brian said, hoping the range was good enough for the complusion to take effect. It was; the man put the Collar around his neck with no qualms whatever.
“How do you feel, Pete?” he asked.
“Actually, I feel great!” Pete replied, smiling. “Best in weeks! Where’s that drink?”
“Why do you drink, Pete? You seem like an educated man. What happened?”
“Don’t want to talk about it.” Pete muttered, looking down.
“Pete, you will answer all my questions completely and truthfully, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” Pete said dully. “I’ll tell the truth, but I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?”
“You’re not concerned about that, Pete. You just accept it as normal and we’ll keep talking, okay?”
“Okay.” Pete agreed. “What did you want to know before? Oh yeah, why do I drink.” he said. “I drink to forget. It doesn’t work; I still remember, but it’s hazy and less focused. Hurts less.” Pete got a tear in his eye. “I want a drink right now. I can remember it perfectly.”
“What do you remember, Pete?” Brian asked.
“I was driving home from Disneyland with Amanda and Charlotte.” he said. “It was the best vacation anyone ever had, hands down. Charlotte had the time of her life that week. Worth every penny; you got kids Brian?”
“No, the timing still isn’t quite right.” he said. “Maybe in a couple more years…”
“I’m telling you, man, you don’t want to wait on that shit. Time has a way of getting away from you… and you never regret the things you did, only the things you didn’t do, take it from an expert on regret.”
“Pete, whatever that memory is, keep it to yourself.” Brian told him. “Only now, when you think about it, I want it to shame you and make you try harder not to fail next time. Let your past failure inspire you to do better next time.”
“Next time?” Pete asked, hesitantly.
“That’s right, Pete. You’re done drinking, as of today. You’ve been thinking about it lately, and you’re ready to turn over a new leaf. You’re going to go to the Shelter and get cleaned up, shower and shave and a good night’s sleep, then you’re going to get a job.” Brian said firmly. “What did do before?”
“I was a cop.” he said. “But then the accident… and I started drinking…”
“Pete, you’re going to get a job flipping burgers.” Brian told him. “After a year of clean and sober, and showing up for every shift, you’re going to re-apply to the Force. If they don’t accept you, you will keep your job flipping burgers for another year, then re-apply. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir, I understand what I’m to do, but I still don’t understand, if you know what I mean, sir.” Pete said. “Is it because of this collar you made me put on?”
“Yes, Pete, the Collar is exactly the reason I’m telling you to do these things. After you take the Collar off, you are not going to remember me or the Collar. You are just going to remember that these revelations have come to you in a series of dreams that lasted a few nights. Does that help you?” Brian told him.
“This is a dream?” Pete asked hesitantly.
“Yes, this is the dream you’ll be having.” Brian said quickly. He hadn’t planned for this and was feeling his way in the dark. “You can take the Collar off and give it back to me now, Pete. You’ve had it on long enough.”
“Yes sir.” Pete said, unbuckling it. He gave it back and sat there blinking a few moments.
“How do you feel, Pete?” Brian asked.
“I feel good.” Pete said, his eyes far away. “You know, there really wasn’t anything I could have done better that day.” he said, softly, as if to himself. “None of it was my fault. It was the guy in the Toyota.”
“So you really shouldn’t blame yourself anymore, Pete.” Brian said quietly. “Quit punishing yourself and start living your life again, okay?”
“Yes sir.” Pete said, a tear in his eye. “All those wasted years…”
“Let your past failure inspire you to do better next time.” Brian said again. “Your failure wasn’t the day of the accident; in was in wasting all that time afterward. Do better than that this time.”
“Yes sir!” Pete said, bucking up. He looked down at his clothes. “Can I have a ride to the Shelter, sir? I need to get cleaned up.”
“Sure thing, Pete. You’re about three sizes bigger then me or I’d give you a couple of outfits myself. Ready to go?”
Brian plugged the Collar back in, then the two left to go back downtown. Brian wound up driving him all over town that afternoon, as the Shelter didn’t open until 4:30, and it was only a little after one. He bought him three sets of clothes, two pair of shoes, and treated him to dinner at a restaurant before setting him up with a motel for the night. It was 3:30 before he got back on the freeway, and the hour drive turned in to rush hour traffic. It was six thirty when he came through the door.