Carter
Comes Home
After making Georgia
sweat for an entire day, Carter finally
decided that he needed to go home and face the music. Even though he was still angry with her, he
did still love the woman and was not ready to give up on her just yet. As his workday came to a close he started to
develop a little bit of a headache. It
wasn't the type that starts in the back of your neck,
though. This was more like a heavy
pressure was inside his skull and was pressing in from all sides. He got into his car and leaned back against
the headrest and closed his eyes for just a few moments. He hoped that he could get his head to stop
hurting before starting the drive towards his house. Before he knew it he was sound asleep and
dreaming about things that he only thought about when he was alone with his
cock in his hand.
It was completely
dark out when Carter awoke. He felt
refreshed as if every weight had been removed from his mind. He looked around and was surprised to see
that he was still in the parking lot at work all though he had left the
building hours before. Starting his car, he was anxious to get home and to have a
conversation with his wife.
The drive was
uneventful and no dread came to him as he approached his house. Even when he pulled into the drive he was
surprised that no compulsion began to take over his mind. He thought back to the past week and realized
that something had completely changed.
And that did give him just a little bit of apprehension. He opened the front door and noticed that the
only light in the house that was lit was coming from the living room. He flipped on the kitchen light just so that
he could see that nothing was in his way and then proceeded to where he figured
his wife must have been waiting. He
stopped dead in his tracks when he seen what she was wearing. She had on a pair of leather pants that were
so tight that he could not figure out how she could have possibly gotten into
them. Every curve of her shapely lower
body was accentuated right down to the boots she was wearing. And the boots were breathtaking as well. He had seen them earlier at the club but he
had been too stubborn to study them closely.
Now he could see that they had, at least,
a five-inch pointed heel and that both sides and back were covered in tightly braided leather for the seams.
His mouth began to water with just the thought of how much dust and dirt
would collect in those braids and how long it would take him if he were allowed
to lick them clean. And added to the
allure of the picture his wife was gently tapping a riding crop against the
sides of those boots.
Georgia did not say a
word. She just allowed her husband to
stand and stare. She was hoping that he
was enjoying the vision in front of him but she knew that the first one of them
to speak on this occasion would be the loser and she had no intention of
losing. She smiled a little as she
noticed how hard it was for him to take his eyes off of the tapping whip.
The silence was
killing Carter and so he finally spoke.
"Okay, I am home, what do you
want us to talk about?"
"Actually, I have changed my mind about having a
conversation. I have decided that I will
do the talking and you will do the listening.
Now get out of your clothes and come over here and kneel at my
feet."
"I don't
understand," Carter began.
"You don't have
to understand." Georgia cut in
before he could finish his thought.
"You just have to obey. And
the next words out of your mouth had better be yes, Mistress, or goodbye."
This was a dream come
true for Carter and although he wanted to rebel just a little bit he was not
taking any chances that he would lose the opportunity to see where this was
going. So he quickly reached for the buttons
on his shirt. In record time, he was completely naked and on his knees
in front of his dominant wife. She swung the toe of one of her boots up and
grazed his lips with it. And then she
offered him the heel by pushing it against his teeth.
"Suck on my heel
while I explain what is going to happen from now on."
He greedily took the
heel into his mouth and began sucking on it, much as he might suck on a cock
although he had never had that experience.
"That's right,
suck my heel. Keep going until I tell
you that you can stop. You will notice
that I have removed your compulsion to do housework. However, that does not mean that you will not
have to do it. From now on all the
normal female duties that I have done for most of our marriage will be your
responsibility. I will, of course, give you direction from time
to time and will take the effort to make sure that you do things to my
standards. Infractions will be punished
severely. You may take the heel out of
your mouth now so that you can say, yes Mistress."
Carter removed the
heel making sure that he sucked up any moisture that he had gotten onto it as
he did so. He used his tongue to dry his
lips before he spoke the two words she had commanded him to say. "Yes, Mistress."
She switched feet
allowing him to take her other heel into his mouth, which he did
willingly. "Now let's talk about a
few other rules. Since you allowed a
slut to use your card to order you two pairs
of high-heels I have decided that you will wear them every night from the time
you come home until you have finished your work for the night. You notice I did not say evening because you
will always have enough cleaning to keep you busy until at least midnight. I know that will cut into your sleep a
little. Well more than a little because
you will have to be up by 5 a.m. to make sure everything is done and my
breakfast prepared before you leave for work.
Take the heel out of your mouth so you can say the magic words."
"Yes,
Mistress."
"I brought you
heels out so that you could try them on.
They are right over there behind that chair. Crawl over and bring them back in your teeth
but be careful you don't drool on them."
She watched him enjoying the view of his bare ass as he crawled away
from her. She thought how nice it would
look with a few stripes from her crop on it but she knew that would have to
wait until she had him firmly under her control. One of the things that Amara had found out
from her little jaunt through his mind was that he was a wimp when it came to
receiving pain. Oh, course that made the idea of whipping his ass all the more
appealing to her but she did not want to scare him off just yet. Amara had him pegged right so far. He really did like the idea of being ordered
around by a strict woman. Georgia began
to wonder if she should have a little talk with Carter's mother.
Carter had selected
the black leather pair and he looked so cute with them dangling from his mouth,
trying his best not to drool. He sat
down in the middle of the floor and worked his as hard as he could to figure out
how to get the shoes on and the buckles fastened but he was having so much
trouble that Georgia had to allow a little laugh to escape her mouth. "If
you're having that much trouble just getting them on your feet imagine how
difficult it will be trying to walk in them."
She spent the next
five minutes watching him struggling with those buckles and then she finally
decided that if she wanted to see him walk in them that she would have to give
him a hand. Come over and put one of your
feet up on the chair between my legs. He
did that but with the other shoe off.
She had no problem getting that one buckled onto his foot but when he
tried to raise the other foot so that she could put the next heel on he almost
fell over. He was fortunate that he did
not break his ankle when his foot went sideways and gave out.
"This is going
to be more difficult than I thought."
Georgia giggled. "Just this
once I am going to get down on my knees and help you. Take a picture in your mind because it will
never happen again. Now grab onto the
chair arm to steady yourself and lift up your foot." It took her a little effort to get his foot
into the shoe and buckle it in place.
"Now take a spin around the living room but slowly so that you
don't hurt yourself. That's it put most
of the weight on the balls of your feet.
Set the heels down gently. You
have a nice sway to your cute little ass.
Getting those shoes was not the worst idea anyone ever had. But you do look ridiculous with all that body
hair. You won't have time to shave it
off properly until the weekend but I expect it gone by Saturday night. We are going to play dress up then and I
wouldn't want you to get laughed at with hair sticking out of your nylons. Now be a good boy and go get the vacuum out
of the closet and get started on the carpets.
I so love to see a man in heels running a vacuum cleaner."
Carter could not
believe that he was allowing himself to be used for his wife's amusement. But somewhere deep down he was loving it and
he was even starting to get an erection.
By the time he returned with the vacuum his cock was at three-quarter mast and Georgia couldn't help
but notice.
"I see that you
are enjoying this scene. We are going to
have to do something about that nasty little thing between your legs. Amara suggested that you might like me to put
you in chastity. Is there any truth to
that? Yes,
you have my permission to speak."
"I don't know
where she got that idea," Carter lied.
"That will be
five strokes," Georgia announced. "Grab the back of the chair for
support. I wouldn't want you hurting
yourself when I start. Hurting you is my
job."
Carter could not
believe it as he felt the first stroke of her crop land across both of his ass
cheeks. "Jesus Christ that hurt,"
He yelled.
"We will just
add five more for cursing and that first one does not count. Now hold still so that I can discipline you
properly.
He heard a swooshing
sound and again his ass exploded with pain.
It seemed like every nerve in the area was on fire. He tensed up to ready himself for the next
blow but Georgia was too smart for that trick.
She waited until she heard him exhale and then struck again. More white-hot pain shot through him. The next blow came quickly even before he
thought of tensing up. This one was not
as severe. Maybe my nerves are starting
to adjust he thought but then the whip struck him at the very top of his legs
and he screamed in pain. "I think
you should have to count out the strokes.
I might forget where I am at.
That was four so the next one you should count out five and thank
me."
Again the whip landed
on the top part of his legs. After
screaming like a little girl he did manage to remember to say five thank
you. And again, this time, a little lower. "Six, thank you, Mistress." By the
time the tenth stroke had landed he was in full tears. His nose was full of mucus and he was
snuffling trying to keep it from running down his chin to mingle with the tears
he was shedding.
"Oh that is just
priceless," Georgia said. "You
know the other night the thing I regret the most?" She did not wait for him to answer. "It was that when you were bawling like
a baby I did not get to see the tears.
They are so precious." She
pulled out several Kleenex and handed them to him. Blow your
nose but don't blot the tears. I want to
see them dry on your face."
When he had recovered
sufficiently, she again asked him the same question as before. "Now slave tell me the truth. Do you ever wish that I would put you in a
chastity device?"
Carter hesitated but
when he saw her start to flex her whip again he answered. "I guess I have had that fantasy, but
that is all it is. I certainly don't
want my cock locked up so that you can blackmail me with my orgasms."
"Then why are
you so hard right now while we are talking about it. You have lost your nasty erection when I was
whipping you but now it is back in full bloom.
So tell me again about your fantasy.
I am sure you have researched the subject, so do you know where I can
buy one of those things for you? And do
they come in different sizes like small, medium and large? I know you wouldn't
need a large one and probably not even a medium one. Do you think they make one small enough for
your little dick?"
"Yes, mistress I
do know where they are sold. And they
come in all different sizes. If you are
really serious about this I should go and be fitted."
"That is a
wonderful idea, I will meet you there after you get off work tomorrow. Just put the address into my GPS before you leave for work. Now finish you vacuuming."
As she watched him
pushing the machine with much difficulty she beamed with happiness. Thank God that she had let Amara delve around
in Carter's mind. And this was just the
tip of the iceberg. There were tons of
other fantasies that she was going to enjoy turning into nightmares for her
husband.
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