- George - ​

God help me, I loved my wife, but she was becoming such a bitch. We were both pretty naïve in the beginning, and it was fine. We got a nice house in the suburbs. I got a really good paying job in the city, and I couldn’t say that our life was a bad one. 

Just a very dull one…

Since I had such a good job, Tracy, my wife, decided she would try her hand at online trading. From home…

​After a few months, I realized she wasn’t really making that much of an effort and mostly stated even. What she did spent her time on, and my money, was online shopping.

 

She didn’t abuse it of course, being the sensible woman she was, but it was a little maddening when I would get home from a long day to see her unwrap a new WHATEVER for the kitchen. At the very least… She wasn’t a bad cook.

My wife was what you call a devout Catholic. Her faith is sweet and everything, but it makes her… A little of a looney… As I see it anyway… It’s not the correct term, but it’s how I feel now some days. It’s like her home isolation has cranked up her religious faith a few notches. It was fine in the beginning and the whole Catholic girl in her uniform really got my arousal going. But that was only in the beginning…

They say your sex life slips down a slippery boring slop once you get married. I can confirm that it does. When we were in college, she was fun, outgoing… A little more open with her sexuality. But today I realize it was all just to help get herself a good husband. I know she loves me… But lately, I can’t say I’ve been feeling it…

“When ARE you going to mow the lawn?”

“I NEED money to go get the groceries YOU didn’t get yesterday.”

“I’m too tired… I’ll do the laundry tomorrow…”

“No! I most certainly will NOT go down on you! So what if it’s your birthday?”

I was brought up to be a gentleman and place the woman you love on a pedestal. To protect and love her. The thing they don’t tell you though, is that once a girl gets accustom to such a position, she tends to abuse it. 

I wasn’t a quiet and meek man by nature, my job is incredible demanding and stressful. I need to be at the top of my game and be the dominant figure head of my department to keep everyone’s job secure, including my own. So coming home to a wife that holds all the power… It gets old fast. 

I one point, I realized it was my fault in a way. I craved the simple tasks she wanted me to do and it gave me an easy out for my mind. But… For the last few months… I realized I was headed for what therapist call a deep depression…

In the depths of my being, I wasn’t this shell of a man. I felt trapped. Constricted… Angry… I started to resent my wife. Resent my marriage… How did I let things get this far? Deep down, I still loved my wife, but our life together was NOT how I wanted to live. 

And the sex…

It was so boring… Always the same positions… Once or twice… Every other week… How did she do it? After a few days, I was going mad with lust! I had taken to surfing the darker side of the internet to masturbate in secret. Looking up all sorts of porn. It did the job.

For a while…

Then the girl next door moved in.

A beautiful blonde with nice perky tits. She kept really fit and had an ass that begged to be fucked… Or so my depraved mind thought. I lacked so much sex that I started to see it everywhere I went. The barista at the coffee shop… The department secretary… My mind went to a thousand different scenarios with all of them.

Including Claire… Or lovely blonde neighbor…

My thoughts were steadily getting darker and darker as the months went by. I learned that that the new neighbor was named Claire. A charming young woman who bought the house because her parents had passed away. She always wanted a nice quiet home in the suburbs and so when our old neighbors put it for sale, she bought it. Cash!

I can’t tell you how many nights I tugged my cock while imagining her bouncing on my cock.

But she wasn’t always home so I got into more and more weird and exciting websites. I was always very careful about it. The last thing I needed was my wife discovering I was pulling one off at home. Or at all for that matter… She NEVER masturbated. Said the lord didn’t think it proper.

I sure as hell thought it was proper!

As for Claire…  She just LOVED to sun bathe… And sometimes I even got to see her full naked back as she undid her bikini top to prevent her from tanning with it. How I wished she would just turn and let me admire her tits…

It wasn’t long after that I think… I stumbled on a weird website that dealt with the occult. How to summon a demon and all that… I was about to close it when a window popped up. At first, I thought it was a simple add, like I always get. You know the ones: “Horny singles near you ready to fuck!”

But the message stopped me.

“Tired of waking up to a dull wife? Wish to change her? Wish to make her sexier? Compliant? Open to anything you wish? A simple deal and your darkest fantasies can come true!”

I almost laughed. Who fell for such an ad? I brushed it off and went to my usual porn sites. But a few days later… I opened up my computer and as I clicked on my favorite porn, a window popped opened again. With the same message. Weird… Then again, a few days later…. Then every day.

Then I got an e-mail from an anonymous source saying they represented that website and was eager to talk with me. Said that they could help make my wife everything I thought she should be. I messaged back. I didn’t know why exactly, but for some reason I believed they could. I didn’t get a reply, so I thought that was it.

But on Saturday…

“I’m going shopping with Kerry. Don’t forget to mow the lawn before lunch ok? Love you.” My wife said as she closed the door and left. 

Of course I’ll mow the FUCKING lawn… I almost screamed back. By that time, I was boiling inside every time she did her “Queen of the house” routine. As I was getting the lawn mower out of the shed, I noticed a man sitting on my back-porch. What the fuck?

“Huh…” I said as I approached. “Who the fuck are you?”

He was dressed all in black. Black suit. Black shoes. Black tie. Black shirt. Black sun glasses.

“I’ve been called many names over the years… But you can call me Arthur.”

“Ok… What the fuck are you doing on my back-porch ARTHUR?” I asked, more than a little suspicious.

“I’m here because you contacted me. Remember?”

At first, I didn’t know what he was talking about. But then…

“That was YOU?”

“Indeed it was. I can help you George.”

“I never told you my name and the account I contacted you from didn’t have it either.”

“I know.”

“So what? Are you spying on me?”

“Not at all. I just know… I am what you may call… Not human…”

“What?”

He chuckled.

“Yes… Well… It was easier before… When people still had the fear of HIM in them. There still are loads of faithful disciples of course… But not as a general rule… Humans got so… Faithless…” he said smiling. “Rather proud of that one…”

“Yeah… So what? Who are you?”

“Arthur. I told you. But who or WHATI am is irrelevant.” he said as he lowered his sunglasses.
I could see his eyes and they were weird. Very weird… They were bright red…

“What I am here for is rather simple: You wish to change your life. Yes?”

I was about to deny it, but for some reason, I felt compelled to answer him. As if his gaze gripped me… I couldn’t look away…

“I do…” I simply said.

“You wish you could live out some of those delicious fantasies you’ve been masturbating to… Correct?”

“I… yes… I do…”

“What if I told you that I could arrange that for you?”

“I would say it’s impossible.”

“hahhaa… Typical… But what if I could…”

“I… I would ask… What exactly you could offer.”

“Anything you wish… For the right price. But I think I know EXACTLY what you want…”

“H… How?”

“Let’s just say I have my ways…”

“Ok… So what do I want?”

“Revenge… On your wife… You want to degrade her like one of the women you masturbate to. You want to knock her off that pedestal you put her on. You want to make her pay for reducing you to a weak man… Forced to masturbate in secret… You want to control her… Change her… Dominate her… Like you feel you should.”

“Maybe…” I said, but soon felt my true answer bubbling to the surface. “Yes. I do.”

“I can do that for you… I can even throw in your lovely Claire… I know you want her too… So young and limber that one… In fact…” he said as he snapped his fingers.

I was stuck still looking at him. At his eyes… But I didn’t miss it. A swirl of dark smoke started to form around a spot on the porch next to him. It grew and grew as I felt my clothes flap about with the force of the wind swirling it. With a flash of light, the smoke parted and floating in the air next to him was Claire. 

She was wearing her bikini. I loved that bikini… Her eyes were closed, and her head was back. Her arms were slightly apart on each of her sides and she looked like and offering. I wanted to feel scared. I felt I SHOULD be scared. But I wasn't…

“Wh… What is this?” I finally asked. Still trying to wrap my head around what I just saw.

“I’m giving you a sample of what I can do…”

He lifted his finger and placed it delicately on her neck. Claire started to spin slowly. His finger tip traced all around her neck. It left bright red markings as he went. I couldn’t read the design or language it was in, but it didn’t look natural. She stopped spinning once the design complete its circle. He then took my left arm and pulled it to him. I couldn’t resist. I wanted to pull away, but his eyes… I felt like they were keeping me in place. Freezing me… I felt his finger tip draw something on the inside of my fore arm and pain spiked like I was being burnt. I wanted to flinch away… But I couldn't… The pain was vivid, but thankfully brief…

“There… Now this lovely girl will do ANYTHING you say… I’m giving you this gift free of charge, so you know I’m not trying to hustle you. My offer is very real. I find it’s easier for mortals if I do this first. It kind of… Wets the appetite… This will expire in 24 hours. So tomorrow at this time, the spell will erase, and she will return to normal.”

“Normal? What the hell do you mean?”

He just smiled.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to see what you decide…” he said.

He snapped his fingers again and Claire floated down to the porch. Her eyes snapped opened and she stretched.

“Oh hey George! How are you today?” she asked sweetly.

The man smiled and lifted his glasses back over his eyes. As he did, I felt like I was myself again. I shook my head, trying to regain my composure. I looked up again and the man was gone. I looked around trying to see where he went, but there was only me and Claire.

“Huh… Hi… Hum… Do you remember that man? Arthur? He was just here…”

“No… Sorry…”

I looked at her and I rubbed my eyes. Did all that just happen for real? Was I going nuts?

“So George…” Claire asked. “What can I do for you?”

What could she do for me? She never asked me that. How was I to know I wasn’t a nut bar? Well… One way to know I guess… The worst that would happen is a slap in the face.

“Do for me…” I repeated. “Well… You could pull down that bikini top and show me your tits.”

I was expecting a slap. Outrage… A polite refusal…

“Sure!” she said with a smile.

She then proceeded to pull it down. My jaw dropped… God they were magnificent… I tore my eyes from them and looked up at her face. She was smiling like it was the most natural thing in the world. I did notice that I could still see the bright red marks on her neck. I looked down to my arm and I saw the same sort of markings where he had touched me.

“Say Claire… Do you see anything odd on my fore arm?”

“No… Why?”

“Nothing…” I said as I admired her tits again.

“Ok!”

As I looked at her, I felt my cock twitch. Anything he said… Well… Why stop now?

“Say Claire… If I were to ask you to come inside and give me a blowjob, would you do it?”

“Of course! Would you like me to do that?”

DID I EVER! My mind went a little numb with arousal and I just grabbed her hand. She followed me inside and in no time at all, I was pushing her down on her knees. She didn’t resist one bit! I pulled my cock out and she was smiling the whole time.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I just jammed it in her opening mouth. She took it like a pro! I was already half hard when she started, but after mere seconds, I was at full mast! She wasn’t bad at all! Granted, I hadn’t had a lot of blowjobs in my life so really, I couldn’t judge. 

To my shame, I couldn’t last at all either. Normally I can last pretty long, but the situation… Her eager sucking… I just couldn't…

I pulled out, trying to prevent myself from cumming too fast, but I erupted anyway. I splashed my considerable load all over her face and tits. I caught my breath as she milked my cock for the last few drops.

“Damn George… Looks like you wanted one badly…” she said with a smile.

I watched her scoop up my seed and lick it off her finger. Damn that was hot…

“Yeah…” I said. “Guess I did… So… Huh… You didn’t mind?”

“Not at all…” she said scooping up the rest. “In fact… Would you like another? Seems like that one was a little too fast.”

“Another?” I asked incredulously.

“Or maybe you would like to fuck me?”

My mind was reeling. What if it was real…

“No… Huh… That’s ok… Maybe later?”

“Fine by me! Just text me if you need me.” she said as she got up. “But I have… Something… This time tomorrow… So it has to be before then ok?”

“Sure. I’ll do that.”

“Great!” she said as she left the house.

I was left with my spent cock hanging out, looking at her tight ass sway through the back door. Wow…

It WAS real…

I cleaned myself up and went back to my computer. I loaded up the website he had contacted me from and went through it.

A deal with a Devil.

That’s what it was called. I read all day. I didn’t even notice when my wife came back home. I was hooked. There was even a section about satisfied customers. They described what their own deals were and what they did with what they got. One particular story caught my eye. A husband made his wife his personal sex toy…

Well… If the price was right… I looked out the window to Claire’s house. My cock twitched again… After all, it was Saturday night… I could probably slip out for a drink in town…

“Oh Honey…” I called out. 

I smiled as a plan started to form in my mind of just how I was going to cash in the deal I was going to accept.

Damn the cost.

---

- Tracy -


Of course, George forgot to mow the lawn. He was forgetting all those little things these days. Putting his dishes away. Taking his shoes off when he entered the house. 

And cleaning his pants after they were sticky with semen. 

Semen. I hate the word. It’s full of clubs and skanks and disease and stains. Men should be more appreciative that any woman lets it inside her. If it weren’t for procreation, no one should have to do it. 

But George was firing blanks. He couldn’t even knock me up correctly. 

He wasn’t always like this. Once, he was eager to please. He was polite and chivalrous. He opened doors for me. He pulled back my seat and pushed it back in. He took my coat or jacket. He even said “yes, ma'am,” when I asked him to do things. Sometimes when he was flirty it was “as you wish.” He was the model of a gentlemen. 

But that must have been an act to get me to the altar. After the honeymoon phase and the rose-colored glasses fell away, he got a job at a prestigious firm. He worked late. He said he was too tired to take care of things around the house. He was too busy to hold the door open for me anymore. He became less. 

Much less. 

And despite my attempts to train him, he remained less. He pulled away from me and retreated into his job. But I never pulled away from him. We fornicated twice a week. Often, I needed two or three glasses of wine to get through it, but I did my duty. I cleaned and maintained the house. I did all the shopping. I made sure he had what he needed. I am a good wife, especially when he is suck a lacking husband. Jesus didn’t promise us happiness in this life. The only guarantee is suffering, and George is my cross to bear. 

Luckily, his job brought in plenty of money for me to manage. That’s what I told people my profession was: “wealth management.” It was a tiny joke, but one I used often. 

Kerry and I found all sorts of ways to manage George’s wealth. Of course, they all benefited George in the end. He got a new blender, a Vitamix. He got a new washing machine. He got a new refrigerator. He got a new set of knives. And all of these advances helped me cooking. And George never complained about my cooking. 
So imagine my surprise when George told me that he hired a new maid. And not any new maid, but Claire, our new neighbor. 

“We don’t need a maid, George. I do everything around here.” 

“But you could do less,” said George. “Imagine all the free time you’ll have.” 

“And what would I do with that free time?” 

George smirked. “I think you’ll find a way.” 

“No, I’m serious,” I said. I waved the large knife I was using to cut chicken to punctuate my point. “Taking care of this house is more than my responsibility, it’s my calling. This is what I’ve devoted my life to doing.” 

“You can go shopping with Kerry or volunteer at the church like you always say you want to do. You’ll find something, I promise.” 

I went back to the chicken, chopping through it with vigor. 

“I don’t like her,” I said. “We should find someone else, a professional.” 

“She’s an orphan, Tracy. She can’t find a job since getting out of school. Isn’t it our obligation as Christians to help her out?”

“She had enough to buy that house …” I muttered. 

“But now she spends all her day doing nothing. She’s trapped in there, looking for a job. She needs out help.”  

“What did she study?” I asked. 

“Communications.”

I rolled my eyes. “So she’s as smart as she looks.” 

“Don’t be that way,” mumbled George. “She’s sweet. And smart. She’ll learn fast.” 

“And there’s another point,” I said, pointing the knife at George. “I’ll have to teach her to do everything. That’s more work for me. If I hire a professional, that’s less work for me.” 

“She’s a fast learner,” said George with a grin. What was it about him? He was in a better mood than normal. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. 

“What’s this about, George?” I asked. 

“I want to help her out.” 

“Is that all you want to do with her?” I jabbed the knife towards him. 

“What? Yes! Of course, Jesus, Tracy.” 

“Don’t you swear at me.” 

“Fine, sorry.” George sighed and moved towards me. I kept the knife pointed towards him. “I mean what I said. I want to help her out. Besides, I think she’s a lesbian anyways. You have nothing to worry about.” 

“If you think bring a lesbian into this house is going to make me feelbetter, you got another thing coming.” I waved the knife around, but George didn’t flinch. He was being sincere. He wanted to help her. 

“Fine,” I sighed. “I’ll train her for a week. Then she gets another week to prove herself. After that, if I’m not satisfied, she’ll be replaced.” 

“Thanks, honey,” said George, giving me a side hug. “I appreciate it.” 

George went back to the kitchen table and scrolled through his phone. “What kind of job is she looking for anyways?” I asked. 

“She wants to be a model.” 

I snorted, but George didn’t look up. He knew my opinion on models. Vain and vapid. Selling their bodies. They are strippers and prostitutes and porn stars but socially acceptable. 

Yes, a woman should look nice. She should be healthy. I work out four times a week to stay trim for George. Women should attract mates and keep their husbands’ eyes on them. But a woman’s body shouldn’t be for public consumption. 

“This isn’t her modeling job, George. No French maid outfits for her.” 

George smiled and didn’t look up. “She’s a lesbian, dear. Fear nothing. She’ll work in whatever is comfortable for her, probably yoga pants or something.” 

“If she’s a lesbian, I don’t have to worry about you. I need to worry about me.” 

George smiled and looked up. “Worried about having to resist the temptation?” 

“George Parker! No! Very much no.” I shook my head violently. “Never.” 

“Then what is there to worry about?” 

“What if she hits on me or touches me or … whatever it is they do …” I trailed off, mumbling as I went. It sounded foolish as I said it, but I knew the truth. If she was a lesbian, she was a hedonist. Pleasure mattered more to her than principles. She’d have no control over her lust, and I didn’t want her lust aimed in my direction. 

“I’m sure she’ll respect that you’re married … and straight …” said George, rolling his eyes. 

“She better,” I muttered. 

“Besides, one week training her, and then you’ll almost never see her again. Don’t worry about lingering eyes.” 

“A week is a long time.” 

“Yes, yes, it is.” 

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- George -


DAMN SHE WAS TIGHT!

As I got back inside my own home, well after midnight, I re-lived the incredible evening I just had with Claire. To say I was due for a good fucking was an understatement! I was still unsure about it all, but after the “no questions asked” blowjob she gave me, I was ready to be bold.

She was so limber… So perky…

I got in her house a little after 10 O'clock. I barely asked if I could fuck her and she just dropped her panties to the floor in response. I had her bent over the sofa in a flash. I didn’t last long that time either, but she didn’t care. I half expected her to ask me to use a condom, but she didn’t. If she had, I would had just told her I was sterile. Thinking back on it, maybe that was part of the reason my wife became so distant…

So I didn’t care at all when I filled her young pussy full of my bad seed. I smiled even. If the deal was good… I could enjoy her as many times as I want… No worries at all of getting her pregnant. Just pure bareback fun…

I had her model all her sexiest clothes and she was more than happy to oblige. After a long while, I was ready for more.

I fucked her 2 more times before I had to leave and get back in my own house. I didn’t want to look too suspicious… I DID sleep like a baby however… 

Sunday morning came around and I made an excuse to go out and get supplies for the shed. Instead, I went to park my car around the curb and walked back to Claire’s house. I checked my watch and I still had about half an hour before the spell or whatever expired.

I sent a quick response to Arthur and went in the living room. Claire brought me a cold beer and kneeled between my legs. Like it was the most natural thing in the world…

“I spent a wonderful night yesterday Claire…”

“Me too! I’m so glad you like it!”

“Why don’t you try and make me last as long as possible… I want to really enjoy your mouth and hands…”

“No problem but…” she said looking at the time. “I’ll have to end it in about 20 minutes. Is that ok?”

“As long as I cum right before. That would be perfect.”

She smiled and undid my pants. In no time at all she had me in her mouth and was sucking me VERY slowly… Trailing her tongue along my shaft… My cock head… Always at a measured pace… I was in heaven! I closed my eyes and just soaked in her ministrations…

“Enjoying yourself?” I heard a familiar voice say.

I opened my eyes and saw that Arthur was sitting in the lazy chair on the other side of the living room. He was dressed like the day before. With the sun glasses to boot!

“Huh!” I said attempting to move away from Claire.

“It’s ok. Stay seated.” he said firmly. And… I did.

“I…” I said clearing my throat. “Yes I am enjoying myself.”

“Good…” he said with a smile. “Have you decided?”

“I’m tempted… Yes… But it depends on the price.”

“Ah the price…” he said. His manner and smile gave me the goose bumps. “Tell me George… Have you ever wanted children?”

“Children?” I repeated. 

It was a little difficult to think straight with Claire hard at work.

“Yes… Rug rats… Offspring… Little devils…” he said lastly with a laugh.

“Umm… Yes…” I said. “But I can't… The doctor…”

“LIED.”

“Lied? What?” I asked more than a little perplexed.

“Well… No… Actually… Your wife lied… The truth of the matter is… It’s HER that is 'shooting blanks’.”

“WHAT?” I said. “No… That’s impossible!”

“Oh it is…” he said swinging his hand in the air.

As he did, black smoke swirled next to me and papers materialized out of thin air. I took and examined them. It was the test results! MY test results! But they were wrong! They had to be! They clearly stated I was NOT shooting blanks… But my wife… Oh god… She had defective ovaries. Shriveled up… Useless… Was this a trick?

“If you are wondering… Your wife already knew all about it. When you couldn’t conceive, she arranged things with your doctors to make sure you would think it was you. Paid them off… With your money I might add…”

“No… That can’t be… She is so pissed at me for that… No…”

“I know… It goes farther than that I’m afraid…”

“Oh?” I asked looking up at him.

“She sees a therapist. Makes him hypnotize her to believe you are the one shooting blanks.”

“WHY would she do that? It makes no sense!”

“All to better keep the secret… She wanted to be SURE you never found out… That she would never slip up and make you suspicious.”

“That… BITCH…” I said looking back at the papers.

“But this brings me to the fact that you most certainly CAN have children.”

“Well I’ll be damned…”

“Not quite…” he said with a chuckle. “So let’s talk terms… What DO you wish?”

Before I answered, he lower his glasses and I could see his red eyes… Like the day before, they gripped me…

I couldn’t’ look away… I didn’t really want to.

“I wish…I wish I had total control over my wife. I wish to be able to take my revenge on her. Make her pay…”

“And that’s it?” he asked.

“No… I also want Claire. All to myself… I want to control her as well… I want her as my play thing… I don’t want to give her up… Call it a reward for my patience with Tracy…”

“Indeed… Just as I predicted…” he said pushing his glasses up again. 

I got freed from the weird hold his eyes had on me. I blinked a few times to get my bearings.

“Really?” I finally said.

“Yes…” he said. “For all that… I have a price in mind you may want to refuse…”

“What? My soul for all eternity?”

“No no… Hahahahah I’ve stopped dealing in souls a long time ago… You could say I’m so far ahead in winning the bet I have with HIM that I just called it a win.”

“Him? Who…”

“Doesn’t matter…” he interrupted. “What does is the price… You see… For such a nice set up… I’ll require… Your ability to have children.”

“WHAT??”

I just learned I could have children and he wanted to take it away?

“Come on… It’s not like you thought you could have them a minute ago…”

“But…” I said as I looked down at Claire’s head, still bobbing away. “Why?”

“Call it… Building interests…”

“What could you possibly build by preventing me from having kids?”

“Oh you misunderstand… You see… The way it works is… I will have control of all your future possible offspring… All those little swimmers… All mine to have… To implant… The specifics isn’t important is it? You get to fuck as much as you want. Bareback fun you called it I believe…”

My mind was still reeling from it all… No children… I felt like my hope got inflated for nothing… I could say no… But as I looked at Claire… The sheer rush of the power I held over her made my decision easier.

“Ok. Sure… Take them.”

“That’s the spirit!” he said clapping his hands together. “So the way it works is rather simple. Claire here is different than your wife. Obviously… I already took a few liberties with her… I’m rather good at anticipating you mortals… As soon as we shake on it, the demon collar and your mark will be permanent. She will also know everything about our arrangement.”

“I have a question about that… She couldn’t see it… My mark I mean…”

“Oh no one will… Just you. Invisible to all whom don’t have the Arm tattoo. That’s yours.”

“Ok…”

“Once we shake on it, I’ll visit your lovely wife and trace the collar on her neck as well. She won’t know it’s there. A little birdy told me you would like a slow revenge… Was it wrong?”

“Hell no!” I said suddenly excited.

“That’s what I thought… So the demon collars work like this. If you concentrate on your arm, you will feel the tattoo… Once you do, you should be able to feel all collars linked to you. Just concentrate on the one you want and say, 'Demon collar’. The collar will activate, and the person will freeze. In that state… You can change anything you wish… Implant anything you like… The one thing that always stays true regardless of what you change is the obedience. Be careful what you order your new slaves to do. They will do it. The collar will compel them.”

“Damn…”

That was getting me more aroused than fucking Claire for 3 hours.

“I thought you might like it. Once you speak to their minds… You simply say their full name and they unfreeze. If you moved too much, don’t worry, the spell will make them forget it.”

“And that’s it?”

“Correct. So… Do we still have a deal?”

I looked down at Claire one last time. A small part of me was a little sad to do this to her, since she was nothing but helpful since she moved in, but then again… If I truly wanted a full revenge on Tracy…

“Yes. I accept the terms.”

“Excellent…” Arthur said as he licked his lips.

He got up and came next to me. It was strange in a way… Talking with another man while I got my cock sucked… But I didn’t seem to care… He extended his hand and I took it to shake on it. As I did, I felt a stab of pain and pleasure erupt from his hand. I wanted to let go, but I just couldn’t! He had an iron grip! The pain/pleasure flooded my whole body before centering on my balls. They tingled and burned for a moment before incredible pleasure started to build. Like I was about to cum…

Which I was!!! Claire suddenly started to move faster and faster as the feeling got stronger. I got to a point where I knew I couldn’t hold back my orgasm and the pleasure invade my body. I stayed in a sort of weird pleasure limbo for a few moments. Like time slowed… I felt like a spark of light left my balls and travelled up my body… Then along my arm… Then through my hand… Then it was gone…

As it left… I felt a brief sadness… Like I had lost something forever…

But it passed quickly as time seemed to go back to normal. My first spurt exploded out of the tip of my cock and Claire took it in stride. She sucked on as shot after shot of pure silky pleasure made my cock swell with need.

It was the best release of my life…

I hadn’t realized I had closed my eyes, but as I finally opened them to look around, I saw I was alone with Claire. Arthur was nowhere to be found. My eyes settled on Claire and she had a mouthful of my cum. I could see it because she had her head thrown back with her mouth open. Her eyes burned bright red for a moment, which matched the glow from her neck. Then… She swallowed and closed her eyes. The glow faded from her markings as she bent her head forward.

“Huh… You ok?” I asked attentively.

She took a deep breath and looked up at me. Her eyes were back to normal.

“Wow… You really hate your wife!” she said.

“What?”

“I know all about the deal… It’s ok… I’m yours now. I’ll serve you forever. No need to worry…”

“Huh… OK…”

“So…” she suddenly said smiling. “What IS your plan for Tracy?”

She folded her arms on my knee, like she was eager to listen to my plans.

“Ok ok … give me a minute here…”

I leaned back and closed my eyes. Wow… This WAS real… I concentrated on my tattoo and immediately felt it there. Like a second self… As I concentrated on it, I suddenly felt Claire. I concentrated on her and smiled at how easy it was.

“Demon collar.” I said.

I felt it before I saw it. Like a spike of power… It shot out of my tattoo and hurled itself at Claire. I knew it worked before I opened my eyes. I knew she was mine… I felt it… I looked down and smiled at the face she was making. Completely frozen in place. Her collar markings were glowing bright now.

“Wow… It’s a good look on you… Ok ok… I won’t be a bastard with you my dear. So here goes nothing… First things first… You will find incredible pleasure in serving me. Obeying me… You are completely bisexual.”

I thought that was pretty good. But then… I smiled.

“You will find that fucking me, however I want, always brings you immense pleasure. Unless I order you not too, you will always cum when I do. Regardless of where I’m fucking you. And… Why not… You will find that the taste of my cock and my sperm is like nothing else in the world. You will love both. You will never get enough.”

There… That should make her enjoy it. Like I said, she didn’t deserve the punishment, my wife did. Besides, I could always change it back whenever I wanted.

“Claire Smith.” I finally said.

She blinked and smiled even more.

“You just changed something didn’t you?”

“I did. So you asked about my plans… Well… You should know that you are bisexual now.”

“Got it…” she said before she completely understood my meaning. “Ooo… I bet your wife HATES lesbians, right?”

“Exactly…”

“I see… Makes sense to make me bi then… I can certainly help you with that…” she said smiling.

“It worked? You know you like girls too?”

“Oh yes… Just thinking about other women… Hhmm… Delicious… This is going to be fun!”

“Ok then! Wow… This demon collar is pretty potent…”

“It is…”

“So why don’t I hire you as a maid? Put you in her orbit so to speak…”

“Good idea… Just make up whatever you want and leave the flirting to me… I can feel what you want… It’s like I can feel the connection between us…”

“It will make things easier… Let me talk it over with Tracy and once you get my ok, the floor is yours… I really want her to fall prey to you before I start to REALLY change her…”

That very afternoon, I was trying not to let my excitement show as she spouted her usual nonsense. She was preparing chicken for supper. I started to steer the conversation towards hiring Claire as our maid. I laughed inside knowing that at any point, I could MAKE her accept Claire as our maid. 

While she was pointing her god-awful knife at me, I concentrated on my connection to her and spoke.

“Demon collar.”

She froze in place. The perfect statue of the bitching wife. Knife pointing straight at me. I got up and went to her.

“Tracy Tracy Tracy… Pretty soon I’ll be able to tell you why all this will happen to you. How I KNOW about your defective eggs… But that’s for later… For now… You won’t realize it at first, but you won’t be able to bring yourself to fire Claire. Regardless of what she does. You will always feel your good Christian side tell you that you can’t turn away a girl in need. And Claire is in need….”

If only I could hear her mind right now… But I could imagine how much she will freak out once she finally learns the truth of her new situation… I could almost taste it… All the wonderful things I was going to make her do… Revenge was going to be so sweet…

But the best part… The very best part… Was that at first… She will think it is all coming from her… Her own new desires and lust… Blossoming from a place she will try to suppress… Ashamed of it… Going against all her pretty little doctrines… 

I couldn’t wait…

“You will also find that a part inside you will grow. Once Claire starts to flirt with you, you will start to have erotic dreams about her nimble body. The more she flirts, the more you will feel that deep down inside, you feel aroused around her. That part will grow with each passing day… Until it becomes too much to control… You will then succumb to your new desires and let Claire guide you to your first lesbian experience… You won’t want to admit it… But you are going to like it…”

I smiled… This was going to be good…

I went back to my seat at the table and spoke again, looking at my phone.

“Tracy Parker.”

She unfroze and continued on the tirade she had started.

“Taking care of this house is more than my responsibility, it’s my calling. This is what I’ve devoted my life to doing!” she said still pointing the knife.

The conversation continued, and she finally accepted. Although I was a little sad I couldn’t tell Claire to wear a maid uniform… I tried not to smile as I thought that it would come later. Maybe Tracy will be the one to propose it… Who knows?  I texted Claire that everything was in place for her to start later in the week.

This was going to be perfect…