Wednesday
Morning
Georgia was just
starting to awake and stretch when Carter came into the main bedroom to use the
master bath for his morning ablutions.
She had thrown the coverlet off of her still nude body and he felt a
moment of arousal as he viewed her naked breasts. She looked at him with a smile on her
face. "Do you like what you see,
slave?" She asked.
Carter did his best
to ignore the question not wanting to recall anything that had taken place the
night before but he was totally helpless not to respond when Georgia spoke to
him or asked him a question. "You
know I adore you, Mistress. And yes you
are the hottest woman on the planet, perhaps in the universe."
"Then come here
and give me a kiss," She demanded.
Carter walked to the
bed and bent down in an effort to bring his lips together with those of his wife. "I see you don't understand
instructions. You no longer get to kiss
my lips. Only real men have that
privilege. I meant for you to kiss my well-fucked cunt. Now get your face between my thighs and clean
me out with your tongue. You do want to
be my cunt licker don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress,"
He said as he moved towards her crotch.
As he approached her cunt with his mouth he breathed in an odor that was
unfamiliar to him. He was sure he knew
what it was and his stomach began to roll just thinking about what he was about
to do.
"Get control of
yourself, slave. You will regret it if
you upchuck on me. You have eaten that
pussy many times in the past. It just has
a little more flavor now. You need to
get used to the taste because you are going to be eating a lot after some man
has filled me with his cum. At least, most of last nights has drained
out. All you need to do is lick up the dried crusts. Now get busy."
"I don't know
why you are doing this to me," He complained.
"You don't need
to understand, you just need to obey.
This evening when you get home from work we will have a little chat and
I will outline the rules for you. Right
now the rule you need to follow is I want you to clean my well-used cunt with
your tongue. Is that clear?"
"Yes,
mistress." And he began to lap
vigorously at the dried cum on her pussy lips before thrusting his tongue as
far inside her as it would go. The taste
was unbelievably bad and it was all he could do to keep from allowing his
stomach to revolt. Fortunately, Georgia was not in the mood to
keep him at the task to the point of orgasm.
She was still completely satisfied from
the night before. Her only motive was to
cause Carter some discomfort and to make him think about what he was doing for
the rest of the day. When he came home
in the evening she would cause him much more agony.
When she released him
she allowed him to go into the bathroom
but she gave him a firm command not to brush his teeth or wash his face. She told him she wanted him to have a
constant reminder of his new position in the household and so if he was
concerned about anything that might be left on his lips he should lick it off
with his tongue.
Georgia waited until
her new slave had finished in the bathroom and was ready to leave for work
before climbing out of the bed and heading into the bathroom for a long hot
shower. It seemed to her that every
muscle in her body had been stretched far beyond the normal elasticity. And the inside of her cunt was sorer than she
ever remembered it in the past.
Carter was in a total
funk as he left the house and got into his car for the drive to the
office. But the further he drove the
less depressed he felt. It was as if he
was leaving all his troubles behind him.
By the time he reached his place of employment he was actually in a
fairly good mood.
Georgia,
on the other hand, was
having trouble reconciling what she had done to her husband with the way she
had always felt. As she sipped her first
cup of coffee she thought about what she had done the night before. The worst thing was she did not feel ashamed
of having fucked another man in front of Carter. In fact,
she felt good about it and that was what was troubling her. It was almost as if she was becoming a
sadist. And then she thought back to
hearing him sobbing and the one thing that came to mind was that she regretted
not being able to see the tears streaming down his face. "What have to turned me into,
Luther?" She thought to
herself. And of course, there he was sitting across the table from her.
"Why Georgia, my
girl. Whatever do you mean? I haven't done anything to you. You were a little harsh on poor Carter, but I
am sure you had your reasons. Could it
be that you are still a little pissed off about the bimbo he brought home on
Saturday? By the way, I think there is a package on your front stoop. UPS didn't even bother to ring the bell. Perhaps you should chastise the driver, the
next time you see him."
"Come on Luther,
I never did any of this stuff until I met you."
"Perhaps not but
deep down you wanted to. It is just a
coincidence that you let the venom out near the same time I got involved with
Amara. You know she really wants all of
us to get together again soon. She said
being tied down and fucked while her sister watched was the hottest thing she
has ever done. Why don't you go bring in
your package? I bet you will be in a
much better mood when you see what is inside of it."
With a shake of her head, Georgia made her way to the front
door. Just as Luther said there was a
large package on the stoop. She checked
the shipping label and saw that it was from an expensive shoe retailer that she
had seen on the Internet a time or two.
She was positive that she would never have ordered anything from them
since their prices were out of this world.
But then she remembered something that Carter had said to her when she
returned from Amara's house. And as she carried the box inside her dander began
to rise once more.
Luther was all smiles
as she brought the box inside. He could
see the look of anger on her face and reveled
in the depth of her emotions.
"Let's see what is inside the box.
I bet it is really something special."
Grabbing a pair of
scissors off the end table, Georgia set
about destroying the packing tape on the box.
She was careful that she did not allow her temper to get away from her
so badly that she damaged the contents of the box as she already had a good
idea how expensive they were. She peeled
back the top and then removed some packaging material and finally pulled out
two very nice shoeboxes. She could not believe her eyes as she pulled the top
off of the first box. Inside was a pair
of the most delectable red satin shoes with a gold-embossed
metal six-inch heel. She could
immediately see that they were much too big for her feet but she suspected they
would fit Carter just fine. How he would
walk in them would be a completely different matter.
The second pair was
made of black soft leather. They too had, at least, a six-inch heel. The toes were enclosed and came to a sharp
point making them look even larger than they were. "He said he ordered some heels but I did
not realize that they were in his size or that they would be this expensive as
she pulled out the statement that was inside the box. And then she noticed that there were not two
orders but in fact, there were
three. A pair of boots costing $550 was
nowhere to be found.
"You might want
to call your credit card company and find out where that pair of boots were shipped,"
Luther stated matter of factly.
"And then beat
the living shit out of the bitch that has them." She declared.
"But I am not going to get what I need from the credit card
company. But Decadent Shoes, on the other hand, should be a little
more helpful."
"But aren't you
going to put in a claim for fraud?"
Asked Luther.
"Don't you think
that would be a little difficult since half the order was shipped to my
home?"
"I think you can
convince anyone to do anything you want."
"Really then why
don't you come over here and kiss my ass."
"I meant anyone
with the exception of me. But even so if
you bare it I will be happy to kiss it.
You have a truly desirable ass."
Georgia gave him a
little smile as she picked up her phone and started to dial the number on the
bottom of the invoice. Within just a few
minutes she had the name and address of the person the boots were shipped to.
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