Carter's
Rebellion
As the day wore on
Carter became more and more independent.
He thought back to the night before and wondered how he could have let
himself be abused that way. "To
hell with this shit. If she thinks I am
just going to lie down and take it she has another think coming. I think I will stop at a titty bar on the way home. Hell,
maybe I won't go home at all." He
thought. So by the time he had finished
his workday he had made up his mind to stop off somewhere, have a few drinks
and allow his wife to stew awhile.
Although he had not been there for
a while he did know of a nice topless bar that had reduced price drinks from 5
to 7.
He could tell from the amount of cars in the parking lot that the
place was doing a good volume of business.
He opened the door and had to wait a few seconds for his eyes to adjust
to the low lighting in the bar.
Proceeding across the room towards the bar he noticed that several
dancers were already on the various stages gyrating around the smooth poles
that hung down from the ceiling. One woman, in particular, caught his eye more
because of the boots she wore than that she was particularly good looking. In fact,
it must have taken him a full minute or more to raise his eyes past the soles
of those long black leather boots. His
mouth began to salivate just thinking of having her command him to get down on
his knees and begin worshipping her boots.
Finally tearing his eyes away from her,
he sat down on one of the stools and ordered a stiff drink.
From time to time, one of the women would come over and
offer to give him a lap dance for $20.
He looked each of them over and rejected them one after another. For some reason just thinking about having a
pussy close to his body reminded him of Georgia and what she had made him do
for her before he left for work that morning.
He looked around to see if he could spot the woman with the tall boots
again but she was nowhere to be found.
He did see a variety of women wearing high-heels but after seeing those boots, he was ruined for anything else.
While Carter was busy
trying to drink to forget, Georgia was doing some thinking of her own. She realized that she could simply force
Carter to do her bidding but that idea was not to her liking. If she had to force him to love her then it wasn't really love. And if all she wanted was a personal slave
she could find one in any bar in the city.
She did need to have a conversation with Carter though and she could not
do that if he was not with her. So she
allowed her mind to reach out to him. It
did not take long before she could see him sitting on a tall stool with a glass
of liquor in his hands. She allowed her
view to widen and she could now see
scantily dressed women swirling around the room he was in. It did not take her long to zero in on his
location. "Well if you want to talk
with hot women I might as well be one of them," she decided.
He felt her
materialize beside him before he saw her.
"Hello, handsome, do you want some company?"
Carter turned and saw
the most gorgeous woman he had ever
seen. Unfortunately,
she was his wife. Then he looked down to
her feet and fell deeply in love all over again. She was wearing the sexiest pair of leather
boots he had ever seen. Even so he was
determined not to give in to her. He was
still pissed off about what she had done to him this morning. "Do I have a choice, ma-am?" He asked snidely.
"Well, we do
need to talk. But if you would rather I
see a couple of good-looking guys across the room. I can go over there and see if they want my
company."
"What difference
does it make, you will end up fucking someone other than me before the night is
over anyways." And then he
immediately regretted it as she began to rise up off her stool. "No wait, I didn't mean it. Of course,
I want your company. I am just a little
hurt is all."
"Kind of like I
was hurt when I found out you had brought some bimbo home to my bedroom to fuck
her?"
"But don't you
see, I didn't fuck her, but you did fuck some guy in our bed last night.
"But did you
think her wearing my lingerie might be an even bigger betrayal? And then you let her walk out with it along
with my best pair of boots."
"Obviously not
your best pair. The one's you are
wearing now are smoking hot."
"Yes and again
because of your bimbo slut. She decided
to buy them for herself with your credit card.
And you have a couple pairs of heels waiting for you at home as
well."
"Why would I
need high-heels?"
"You tell
me. I wondered that myself when UPS
delivered them this morning. I thought
you had decided to become my sissy slut."
Just then the bar
went totally quiet. Both Georgia and
Carter began looking around to see what had caused the silence only to see
several men pointing in their direction.
"Oh, this can't be anything
good." Announced Georgia. What do
you say we get out of here before something very bad takes place?"
"It kind of
looks like we are a little late," Carter said as the crowd started to hem
them in.
"Well, look what
we have here; the woman that stopped the bank robbery just by yelling 'get down
on the ground'" one of the men declared.
"Of course looking at her, if she would pull up that skirt I might
get down and eat her pussy."
"I think maybe
we should pull up her skirt and put her on a table and take turns fucking
her." Another declared.
And the whole crowd
began closing in on Georgia and moving Carter out of the way. For just a few seconds Georgia actually was
fearful. After
all, a whole roomful of men seemed to think that she should be the
object of a gang fuck. But the she
remembered how easy it was to control the male population. She allowed their hands to reach under her
clothing and then projected the thought out from her mind that her body was on
fire. She heard screaming surrounding
her and saw the crowd begin to fall back shaking their hands as if they had
been placed on a hot stove. "What
the fuck did that slut do to us?" One exclaimed. My hand feels like it has
been burned all the way through.
"Didn't your
mothers ever tell you not to play with fire?" Georgia asked. "And the next one of you that calls me a
slut will have his balls removed. Now
which one of you perverts suggested that I be raped?"
No one raised their
hands but several people pointed at a small man who was desperately trying to
leave the room. Georgia simply reached
out with her mind and stopped him in his tracks and then the man began walking
backward towards her. "Are you
going somewhere, little man?" She
asked sarcastically. "Turn around
and drop your pants. Let's see if you
have enough in there to make it worthwhile for any woman to want you inside
her."
Everyone waited in
anticipation to see what he would do.
The entire bar had gone deathly silent.
And then he reached for his belt.
Slowly almost like a stripper, he
opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper and pushed the
pants off his hips and to the floor. He
was not wearing any underwear and his small cock stood straight up for everyone
to see.
"Now where is
your cell phone?" Georgia demanded.
He pointed to the
floor where his pants lay. Georgia
turned to the closest man to her and asked him to please get the phone for
her. She was happy to see that it was a
new model with a very good camera in it.
"Now what is you wife's name?"
She asked. "Now put you hand
on your cock and smile." As he
obeyed she snapped several pictures and sent them to his wife's number. "Now is there anyone else that would
like to model a picture or two for your wives?
If not then I suggest you get back over to the stage and give each of
the dancers some big tips. And remember
this night the next time you even think about violating a woman that is not in
agreement with it."
When the crowd was
gone she looked for Carter only to find him sitting on a stool at the bar,
staring at her as if she was the loch ness monster.
Georgia made quite a
show of straightening her clothes before she headed over to him. She could see him staring at her or more
aptly staring at her boots. She took the
seat beside him and crossed her legs in his direction allowing the toe of her
boot to brush the side of his leg as she did so. "I am sorry we got interrupted like
that. Now,
what were we talking about?"
"I am not sure I
remember, but what in hell are you?"
He asked with just a hint of fear in his voice.
"Why I am your wife, at least, I am for the present. But I am afraid you may be thinking about
leaving me. That is why I came to have
this talk with you. I need to know if
you want to continue as my husband or not."
"Look I knew
that you good use your mind to control me after what happened last night, but I
didn't know that you could control other people as well. And what is this they said about you stopping
a bank robbery?"
"Why don't we go
home and talk about this in private?"
"I am not sure
that I can go back in that house without you manipulating me. The next thing I know you will have me
crawling around on the floor and barking like a dog."
Georgia allowed the
toe of her boot to massage his leg.
"Are you so sure that you don't want to crawl on the floor for
me? You might find something interesting
down there." And she pressed a
little harder with her boot.
"I might well
want to crawl for you, but I don't want to be brainwashed into doing it. If we go back to the house I won't have a
choice in the matter."
"If I wanted to
I could order you to come with me. You
do realize that, don't you? And yet I
have not done so. I will be perfectly honest
with you, I want you for my slave, but only if you love me so much that you
agree to it willingly. I am going home
now. If you decide to join me, we will
discuss this then. If not, I will pack
your things so that you can collect them without entering the house you are so
afraid of."
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