Setting
Things Straight
Georgia thought about
taking off the gigantic heels she was wearing but in retrospect she kind of
enjoyed towering over her panty-clad husband.
So carefully she made her way over to him and grabbed one of his
ears. "Now we are going to have
that talk, but first you are going to make me a nice stiff drink and bring it
into the living room. Do you understand
me?"
Carter seemed to come
out of his fog at that point. "Yes,
ma'am I understand but could you please
let go of my ear. That hurts like the
dickens."
"Not as much as
I am going to hurt you shortly. The
longer it takes for you to bring me that drink, the more pain I am going to
cause you." Then she gave him a
gentle slap across his face, turned and walked out of the room.
As she walked into
the living room she was amazed at how neat and clean everything was. She had been sure that there would be pizza
boxes and beer cans strung from one end to the other but not a thing was out of
place. She could tell that the carpet
had been recently vacuumed and the end tables and coffee tables had been
polished as well. She had no idea what
had come over Carter but she certainly was going to do everything in her power
to make sure he continued on this path.
She sat down on the sofa and waited for her husband to bring her the
drink she had ordered. She did not have
long to wait as apparently Carter had taken her threat seriously. As he bent down to hand her the glass he also
sat a coaster on the stand next to her.
She took a long look
at the man in front of her and found with some degree of pleasure that his cock
was now rock hard and sticking up out of the waistband of the panties he
wore. She took a sip of the drink and
was grateful that he had taken her request for a strong drink to heart. The liquid burned its way to the back of her
throat and then down into her stomach as she swallowed it. Almost immediately warmth began to spread
through her body and calmness took over where anger had been. "Why don't you get down on your knees
and help me off with my shoes"? She
asked. There had been no venom in her
voice but Carter immediately dropped to his knees and began unbuckling the
shoes. As he removed the first one he
bent his head and gently kissed the top and then the sole of her foot before
moving to the second shoe. He repeated
his ministration on her other foot before lifting his head to look at her
face.
"Would you like
to tell me what went on here this weekend?" There was no animosity in Georgia's
voice. The question was asked as if she
simply wanted information that he could supply.
"Truthfully, I
am not sure. I woke up Saturday morning
with the intention of playing golf with Randy.
But for some reason, I had a
sudden obsession to clean. No matter
where I looked something seemed out of place or dirty and I just had to set it
right. Pretty quick, Randy was knocking
at the door. When I let him in he too
seemed to want to help and the next thing I knew we were cleaning out the
garage."
"Whoa, wait just
a minute. You actually cleaned out the
garage? This I have to see, don't move a
muscle until I get back."
Georgia quickly got
to her feet and hurried to the connecting door between the house and the
garage. Flipping on the light, she pulled the door open and stood with
her mouth hanging open. She had never
seen the garage in such good shape. All
the junk had been removed and what was left was neatly stored on shelves. Even the concrete floor had been cleaned and
some type of sealer applied to it. Her
mind was trying to sort out what might have caused her husband to become Mr. Clean
all of a sudden. She had not said
anything to him before she left other than to not make too much of a mess while
she was gone. Surely that could not have
caused him to do all this.
Closing the door and
flipping off the lights she was still confused when she walked back into the
living room. And then she saw
Carter. He was in exactly the same
position she had left him in and she remembered her words to him before she walked
out of the room. "Don't move a
muscle." Could she really have this
much total control over a man that she had been married to for 15 years and
that had seldom listened to anything she had said to him in the past? So she thought she would test it. But exactly how should she do that? And then she remembered the pictures on her
phone. She had left her purse on the
kitchen counter. "Carter crawl to
the kitchen, get my purse and bring it back to me."
And to her amazement, Carter did exactly as she
asked. She watched him crawling on his
hands and knees out of the room and she thought to herself, “I think I am going
to really enjoy this."
She almost laughed
when he returned and she saw that he had her purse handles in his mouth
bringing it to her much like a dog would who was asked to retrieve a
slipper. She reached down and took the
purse from his mouth as he reached her.
She wiped the little bit of saliva off onto his hair before reaching in
and retrieving her phone. She opened her
messages and thumbed through to the first picture that the woman had sent to
her. She held the viewer in front of
Carter's face so that he could get a good view of a woman wearing his wife's
lingerie and boots. "I want you to
tell me who this woman is, where you met her and how she came to be in my house
wearing my things."
She could see that Carter
was trying his best not to answer the questions or,
at least, trying to find some way to avoid the truth. She did not rush him as she wanted to see
exactly how strong her power of suggestion over
him was. Finally,
with a very red face, he began the story.
"I met her at
lunch on Saturday when I stopped to get something to eat after taking the junk
to the dump. She was eating lunch at the
same place and she waved me over to join her.
I figured she would be an easy fuck so I invited her back here."
Georgia could feel
the anger rising in her belly. How could
he just pick up some slut and bring her back to their house? But then she remembered her own acts of
unfaithfulness over the course of the past two days and she wondered if perhaps
Carter had been subjected to the same type of coercion that she had. "I will get back to how you ended up
bringing a slut back to my house in a moment.
What I want to know now is how she ended up wearing my clothes?
"That I am not
sure of. We were in our bedroom and she
asked me to go get her something to drink.
Well, I had to go into the kitchen to get the liquor and the next thing
I knew I was cleaning and organizing the cabinet. I guess she got tired of waiting and came to
look for me because the next thing I knew she was there, looking like she does
in the picture and she was taking pictures with my phone."
"So let me get
this straight, you brought home some bimbo to fuck in my bed, she sent you to
get her a drink and you ended up cleaning cabinets instead?"
"Yes, I know it
sounds a little strange but that is pretty much what happened."
"So did you even
get around to fucking her?"
"No, I just
could not quit cleaning. At some point, I must have fallen asleep downstairs and
when I woke up this morning she was gone."
"I can't believe
that was all that happened. What are you
leaving out of this story?"
"Well, I think
at some point she told me to put on a pair of your panties and then get my
computer. I am afraid that I ordered
some high-heel shoes for myself off of some Internet site."
"Why on earth
would you do that? Are you a closet
cross dresser or something?"
"No, I have
never desired to wear women's clothing, but she told me to do it so I
did."
Now Georgia was
totally confused. She had assumed that
it was her commands that he felt obligated to obey. But from what he had just shared with her
apparently this other woman had the same kind of control over him. Could it be that a spell had been cast over
him that made him subservient to any woman?
She knew that she needed to test that theory but it was far too late on
a Sunday night to do it. "Come on,
Carter. We both have to work in the morning and so we need to get to
bed."
"I will be up in
just a little bit. I just need to finish
with the kitchen cabinets."
"No, you are done cleaning for the night. Go upstairs, brush your teeth and get into
bed." Then when she slid in beside
him and felt his nude body except for her panties she knew she needed to be
more specific in the future.
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