Co-authors - Corrupting the Pure
Chapter 2
by The Traveling Master
Note: This is a co-written story with Trixie Adara (@trixieadara). She is an amazing erotic writer and I enjoy diving into her special blend of fantasies. You should visit her Patreon for a dive of your own or go find your profile here on ROM for more contact and publishing information. Trixie wrote all parts from Tracy's point of view while I wrote from George's point of view. We decided on characters and the themes before we started to write in turns from each character's point of view. We only had limited input from the other while writing each part, so it gave us free rein to surprise and challenge the other author.
- Tracy -
The lesbian slut arrived for her first day in a sports bra and yoga pants. When I confronted her about it, she shrugged and said George told her to wear something comfortable. Apparently comfortable is underwear.
I hate that I’m always right about these things.
Fun fact: George is a moron and hired a moron.
Apparently, she doesn’t know the difference between a broom and Swiffer. She doesn’t understand why I have a wet mop or dry mop. She can’t fathom why I need to sweep when I own a vacuum.
I hate that I’m always right about these things.
Fun fact: George is a moron and hired a moron.
Apparently, she doesn’t know the difference between a broom and Swiffer. She doesn’t understand why I have a wet mop or dry mop. She can’t fathom why I need to sweep when I own a vacuum.
Here are some of the highlights from her first day:
“If dust is dead human skin, why do we need to clean it up? It biodegrades, right?”
“Why is the spray better than water? It looks just like water?”
“Does this stuff taste as good as it smells?”
“I have to clean every room?”
And so it goes …
Unfortunately, I was right about everything. Including conversations like this:
“Gosh, it’s so hot, I didn’t think I’d get a workout doing wife work.”
“It’s a lot of work,” I said for the fourteenth time that hour.
“Tomorrow I’ll wear shorts, jeeze.”
“You can wear less clothing?”
“Is that a question or a command?” she said with a wink.
I ignored her and walked into the kitchen, getting both of us a glass of water. She followed me.
“Oooo, yes, I could use something to fight off this heat.”
“It’s a lot of work,” I muttered.
“How are you not sweating?”
“You get used to it.”
“Explains you’re rocking body?”
“Excuse me?” I turned to her, and she winked at me. “What did you just say to me?”
“I’m just saying, you have a killer body.”
“I don’t know what that means.” Killer body? Rocking body? I can guess, but it’s best to play dumb and let the moment pass.
“It means, you look hot. Good. Fuckable.” Claire slowed down the last word, giving it special emphasis.
“Don’t talk like that if you’re going to work here.”
“What?” said Claire with a shrug. “You’re going to fire me because I think you’re so fuckable?” Claire put down her water and stalked towards me.
“Don’t curse in this house!”
“Fuckable?” said Claire. She shrugged. “It’s a fact of nature, not a curse.” Claire strode towards me with confidence, her hips swaying. I backed up but was stopped by the kitchen counter behind me. “You’re fuckable, Tracy.”
“Miss Parker, please,” I corrected.
“Fuckable little Tracy,” said Claire. I tried to get away, I swear. You have to believe me. But she was there, practically on top of me, leaning into me, pressing me back against the kitchen counter and cabinets, pinning me there.
“You’re so, fuckable,” she said. Her tongue lingered on her teeth at the end. She licked her lips.
“You’re fire –”
My mind went blank. I don’t know what happened. But Claire was across the room, drinking her water. I swear she was just against me, hitting on me, trying to seduce me. Right?
“I don’t mean to offend you, Miss Parker,” said Claire. I blinked a few times. I stepped away from the counter behind me and downed my glass of water. I poured myself an additional glass and drained it. “I just meant that I’d be flattered to be your age with your body.”
“Thank you, Claire,” I said. I found a damp cloth and wiped my forehead. It was so hot in here. When did it get so hot?
“Need more water?”
Claire was up in a flash. She poured me another glass of water and offered it to me. I waved it away. I heard her rummage in the refrigerator behind me. She came around with an ice cube in her hand.
“Here,” she said. She ran the ice cube over my forehead. I sighed and leaned into it. I couldn’t believe how hot it was.
“Thank you, Claire,” I said.
“No problem, Miss Parker.”
“I need to check the AC.”
“I know, right? I’m itching to get out of these pants to cool down.”
I ignored her and walked into the hallway for the thermostat. It was set to our normal 67 Fahrenheit. Nothing unusual. Was it broken?
“Are you feeling well?” asked Claire from behind me.
“You’re feeling hot, too?” I asked.
“Yeah. Boiling.”
“Then it can’t be just me,” I said.
“Oh!” said Claire. “We could go swimming at my pool! That will help us cool down.”
“That’s not …” I stumbled into the living room, “a bad idea.” I collapsed onto the couch. Claire gave out some sort of squeak from behind me and clamored into the room.
“Tracy?!” she kneeled beside me. My eyes were open, I wasn’t passing out.
“Just faint,” I whispered. “So hot.”
“Stay here.” She got up and scampered away. When she returned, she had an entire bowl of ice. “Here,” she cooed. “This should help.”
Claire began to run an ice cube over my forehead. It felt good. It felt so good that I didn’t worry about the water dripping all over the couch. I didn’t care about the sweat staining the couch. I just felt the ice. There was only the ice and the relief it brought.
The temporary relief.
“That feels good,” I mutter. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Claire smiled. It was comforting, like a sister or mother taking care of me. No, that’s not quite right. It was more like a … daughter.
The daughter I’ll never have. The daughter my broken and ruined body can’t provide. Claire hushed and shhhed me while she ran the ice cube over my forehead, down the side of my face, and over my neck. She had the same blonde hair as me. She’d be the age of my daughter if I got pregnant as soon as George and I got married. She could be my daughter.
She ran the ice cube over my neck, but I was hot all over. I unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse. Claire followed my lead without asking. She ran the ice cube over the top of my chest. I sighed in relief. I smiled. She smiled. She slide the ice cube deeper to my breasts, and I let out a moan.
I sat up. Claire made a sound of confusion, but I didn’t look at her. I buttoned my blouse back up. “That’s enough of that,” I said. I stood up.
The room spun a little bit. I swayed, but Claire was fast to catch me.
“Woah,” she said. “Are you sure? You don’t seem okay.”
“I’m fine. It’s just the heat. I sat up too fast.”
“Would you like more ice cubes?” Claire held up the bowl of ice cubes sheepishly.
“No. No.” I touched my forehead. It was cool. Cooler than my hands or arms or … anything else. I looked at Claire and smiled. “We need something more thorough than a single cube at a time.”
We spent the afternoon in Claire’s pool. Claire showed me that she could “wear” something that showed even more skin. Luckily, she didn’t comment on my bikini.
Yes, much of the cleaning and cooking didn’t get done. We ordered Chinese for dinner. It wasn’t a very educational day for Claire. But the house was so damn hot. Even when George came home, he joined us by the pool. We ate there. George made drinks for us. It was refreshing to hop into the water whenever it was too hot, only to get out and enjoy the conversation and a cold drink over and over.
George was better behaved than I would have thought. He didn’t gawk at Claire. He may have glanced into her direction once or twice: I understood the immediate appreciation. But his focus was entirely on me. He asked me how my day was, and he wanted every detail. He wanted to know how Claire was doing. He wanted to know what I thought of Claire. He wanted to know if she satisfied me. He was completely fixed on my every opinion and the tiniest minutiae of my day.
While we sat together, he kept his hand on my thigh and swirled his thumb over my skin and it slowly crept up my leg. Claire smiled at me and winked when she noticed.
I had nothing to fear from Claire. Nothing to worry about at all. I was beautiful for a woman my age. My husband couldn’t keep his hands off me, even when a lesbian slut was practically offering her body to us.
Everything was good.
That night, George and I made love. It may have been the drinks or his wandering hand or even standing side by side to Claire all day and still feeling beautiful, but whatever it was, it was good. George was confident and hungry. I was beautiful and aching. I didn’t orgasm, but I never do. But I felt close. Closer than I’d felt in a long time.
The next two days went without incident. Claire showed up in a sports bra and tiny shorts, but we both agreed that as long as things were as hot as hell, it was wise to dress loosely. I was in workout clothes as well, a lose tank top and yoga pants. Her gratuitous amounts of skin didn’t bother me. I’d seen in her in practically nothing at the pool yesterday.
We worked upstairs on the second day. I showed her the bedrooms and the closets. We discussed how to fold clothes and make beds. It was all new to her. Apparently, she never made her bed and lived out of her laundry baskets. She’d need a lot of help with this.
On the third day, some of the girls from church stopped by and had lunch with me. Claire made the meal with my instruction, and even insisted on serving us. She was a fast learner. The meal wasn’t great. The house still looked like a mess. But she was trying and listening. I couldn’t ask for less.
She surprised me after lunch by asking questions about the girls. She was listening in, but respectfully making sure she didn’t disrupt us. She was a good servant and knew her place. She could be around, but not within. Claire asked about the women’s husbands and their lives. She asked how I spent my time when not taking care of the house and what I did with my friends for fun.
I accidentally let it slip that I suspected Cindy was having an affair with her personal trainer, and the floodgates opened. What happened for the rest of that afternoon was two bottles of wine and endless gossip about the complex history of the women’s bible study, the children’s ministry, the pastor’s wife, and their betrayals, failures, and trysts. Claire latched on quickly to my way of seeing the side of each story.
George took me that night as well. I was quite tipsy. He was forceful, but I was weak and out of it. I practically begged him to enter further and harder. I was eager for him. I didn’t orgasm, but I was close. I knew that if he had lasted a little longer, I would orgasm. Just a little longer.
The fourth day was when things got interesting. Claire dressed in her usual attire. I was surprised by how many skimpy outfits she had. But I couldn’t criticize. I was in shorts and a tight tank top. George said he called the AC repair man, but I couldn’t trust George to do anything correctly. If I left it up to him, I’d have AC in a decade.
The morning was fine. Claire and I were back upstairs. She still couldn’t grasp how to fold clothes correctly. It isn’t hard. You need to follow the natural seems. It should look like a display in a store. It isn’t rocket science.
But no matter how many times I explained it to Claire, or how slowly I worded things, Claire was baffled. I had to leave for lunch with Cindy and the girls. I told Claire to go home and take a break, to be back at 1. Cindy and the girls commented on my clothing, asking if I was getting fashion tips from the lesbian, but I told them I was about to go to the gym. I didn’t like lying to them.
When I got home, I couldn’t find Claire. She wasn’t waiting for me in the kitchen or living room. I went to her house and banged on the door, she didn’t answer. I checked by the pool, nothing. I let myself in and called for her, but I didn’t hear a thing.
I went back home, ready to call George and tell him about it, when I heard something from upstairs. Was she still trying to fold the damn clothes? The sound was coming from the bedroom. There was shuffling, and it sounded like someone was talking.
I opened the door to see Claire naked, rolling on my bed. The sheets were bunched around the floor. Claire’s skimpy clothing was bunched up by the door. The drawers of my dresser were open and scattered onto the floor. By the bed was my underwear drawer, and in Claire’s hands as she rolled and squirmed back and forth, were a pair of my lacy panties. I hadn’t worn them in years.
Claire was moaning, the panties close to her face as she occasionally sniffed, and even once licked, them. Her other hand was firmly cupping her vagina as she moved her hand in tight circles, masturbating on my bed. My marriage bed. With my panties in her mouth.
And suddenly the close friend, the almost daughter, was gone. Here was the lesbian slut. Here was the temptress and whore. Here was everything I had predicted and expected. I was right. I was always right.
“WHAT are you doing?” I snapped. I tried to keep my voice firm but calm. I failed.
Claire sat up, her eyes wide. She didn’t drop my panties. She didn’t move her hand away from her wet vagina.
“Tracy?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s Tracy now is it?” I hissed. “I’m Miss Parker when you’re too incompetent to fold clothes, but I’m Tracy when you’re on my bed with my panties in your hand?”
Claire turned and looked at the panties. She smiled and looked back at me, giving me a little shrug. “Sure?”
“Put down my panties. Get out of my bed. Get out of my house. And don’t come back. You’re fire –”
The world went white. I staggered backwards. When I opened my eyes, the room was clean. Claire was still on my bed. Her top was on. Her short was bunched around her knees. My panties were gone. But she stared at me with a hungry grin. I shivered.
“I can’t help myself,” shrugged Claire. “You’re so hot.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Come here. I want you to understand this.”
The room was heavy with a thick and sticky smell, like after George orgasms. It was salty and heavy. It smelled of flesh and lust.
I stood at the edge of the bed. Claire moved forward, her shorts still around her knees, and reached out for my hand.
I didn’t stop her.
She pulled my hand to her vagina. It was wet. It was soaking wet. “See?” asked Claire. “That’s what you do to me.”
“That’s not …” I whispered. But all I could feel was how wet she was. When was the last time I was this wet? Did George ever do this to me?
“I was thinking about you, Tracy.” She let go of my hand. I hesitated to pull it away. “Fuckable Tracy,” she whispered. The word scalded me, and I pulled my hand away.
“No,” I said. “You need to go home. Take the day off. We won’t do this again.”
“We won’t?” asked Claire.
“No.”
“And what happens if I can’t help myself. If you’re just too … fuckable?”
“If you need to touch yourself, I can’t stop you.” That’s not what I wanted to say. “I won’t fire you for it.” My mouth wasn’t listening to me. “It’s natural to feel overwhelmed with lust for me.” What was happening? “But I won’t participate or watch. You can do it but do it in private.”
“Even if I steal your slutty panties?” asked Claire.
“Just do it in private.” What the fuck was wrong with me?! That’s not what I meant. That’s not what needed to be said. How was she doing this? What was she doing to me?
I closed the door and went out. I self-medicated with shopping. I walked around and around the store, trying to avoid Victoria’s Secret. I could see the models in their lingerie and lace. Were they fuckable? Does that mean I looked like them?
I didn’t go home until I knew George was going to be there. He’d protect me from Claire. She wouldn’t act that way around him. I brought home some takeout, and we ate in silence. I asked him how his day was, and he answered in simple, short answers. He was monotone and dry. There was no hunger or attention like the other days. After dinner, he said he was going out with friends from church, and I was left home alone.
But something in me was awake now. I wanted George home with me. I wanted to be in my bikini, looking so fuckable like those models, while his thumb drew circles over my thighs. I wanted him to take me to bed and make love to me, hard. No. Fuck me. That’s the word. That’s how I’m fuckable. I need it hard. I need it deep. His dick is small, but with enough effort, he can get it in deep enough for me to feel it. To orgasm. I want to orgasm.
To cum.
I grabbed a bottle of wine and went upstairs to the bedroom. Claire had left it perfectly clean. Apparently, she had learned from my repeated instruction. I went to the dresser and found my panties. Her panties. The one she needed. I put them on and the bra that went along with it.
I sat on the bed and imagined George coming home. He’d find me so fuckable. He wouldn’t be able to resist. He’d be inside me, pressing down on me, riding me, going deeper, going harder. I’d beg him. Harder. Deeper. I’d need more and more of him. He didn’t understand. He was so little. So pathetic. I needed more. He wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I was halfway through the bottle and still edging, still pushing myself. I imagined how foreplay. He would be on her knees, off the bed. He would kiss each inch of my body. He’d want to please me. He’d need to please me. He was so pathetic. He wasn’t fuckable. I was fuckable.
I drank more wine while I felt his imaginary tongue inside me. George never went down on me, but he should. His tongue should be put to some fucking use. His useless tongue. His moronic mind. It should be between my legs. That where it belonged. Because girls like Claire want to fuck me and not him. He’s not fuckable. I am. I’m so fuckable.
I finished the bottle. I was closer. I was as close as I was the night before, with him inside me. I was could feel his tiny dick pressing into me, trying to split me open with each thrust. He was trying to fuck me, but all he could was make love. I didn’t want to make love anymore. I wanted to fuck. Claire was right. I was so fuckable. Claire was right. She understood. She knew how fuckable I was.
I could see Claire in the doorway. She’d watch us. She’d see George’s tiny dick unable to make me cum, but she wouldn’t take her eyes off of me. She’d only watch the fuckable woman. I’d nod to her, and she’d lick her lips. She’d push George off me and put herself between my legs. If I was so fuckable, surely, she could fuck me. She wanted to fuck me. She dreamed of fucking me. And I’d let her. If she could do it right, if she could make me cum unlike useless fucking George, then she’d should fuck me.
I want her to fuck me.
- George -
I smiled as I read Claire’s latest report. She had taken to my plans with an enthusiasm that matched, if not surpassed, my own. She was befriending Tracy on a level that I knew she craved. Her church friends were nice, but I had long suspected that they were all bitches, talking behind everyone’s backs. Like gossiping hens.
When Claire wasn’t trying to learn house worked from Tracy, she would do further research on the friends Tracy had. It’s a wonder what one can find on social media these days…
Every day, she would send me little reports about all of them. Who was sleeping with who. Which husbands were faithful and which were most certainly not. As I read her latest update, I realized that many of our so-called friends had dark and perverse gossip flying around about them. Some of it Claire thought was bogus, but others…
Randy and Cindy were a very good example.
I had no clue that Cindy was having an affair with her personal trainer. But I certainly knew that Randy was having an affair of his own, with his secretary…
It was like Claire was shining a light on all the depravity and hypocrisy around us. Which just made me laugh because all of them were like Tracy: Outspoken about the Lord, Our Savior.
I had been curious when she told me about how Tracy had frozen for a long period of time when Claire pushed her luck a little too far and Tracy tried to fire her. She had called me to see if I had any insight about it and for some reason, I could feel Tracy’s dilemma when I concentrated on our link. Just surface thoughts and feelings… I told Claire to just wait it out and act like nothing happened. Which worked out marvelously.
As lunch time approached, Claire texted me that Tracy was going out for lunch with her friends. She asked what she should do with the house all to herself. I smiled.
I decided to take a long lunch and advised my secretary. Kim was only too happy to hold my calls and prepare my afternoon files. A real gem that one. I rushed home and found something I had dreamed about ever since this all started: Claire was kneeling naked in the living room, waiting for me…
“Welcome home…” she said in the most sensual voice I had heard her use yet.
“Wow… It’s like you read my mind…” I said as I put my bag on the floor.
“Well… You aren’t THAT hard to anticipate… I know how you like my body… How you like to relax… Would my Master like a nice blowjob to begin with?”
Her seductive smile was all I needed to get the blood flowing. I simply undid my pants and approached. I sighed in relief as she enveloped me in her warm mouth. She was a fast learner. Since the beginning, she was always eager to be the best at everything. I just had to hint at something I wanted to try ,and she was all for it. Doing research on the net if she thought she wasn’t up to par. She even told me she had studied blowjob videos for half a night, just to be better at it.
I looked down at her slow bobbing head and smiled. She was a perfect slave. I grabbed her hair and as expected, she followed my guidance immediately. She knew that sometimes, I liked to control the speed. Making her mouth slide ever so slowly along my shaft, feeling every delicious inch as I bottomed out in her throat.
Complete. Control.
That thought threatened to make me blow my load so I after a few more indulgences, I remove her mouth and pulled her up for a kiss. Her nimble body molded itself against mine as she kissed me like the horny teenager that she was. I slapped her ass and nodded toward the bedroom.
As we got in the bedroom, I noted the pile of her clothes on the ground. She was texting me from the bedroom… The little minx… My hands were all over her tight body and I just couldn’t get enough. She was all mine… I picked her up and threw her on the mattress. She giggled loudly. I smiled as I pulled her back to me.
In no time at all, I was deep inside her and was slowly stroking myself in her very tight pussy.
I had neglected to fuck her for the last few days… I had to keep my energy for Tracy. It took everything just to act as the weak husband out to please her. A few times I wanted to end the charade and just claim her properly. Make her see what she would become… Make Claire fuck me all day while she was helpless to watch… Helpless to change into anything I wanted her to be.
Oh how she would pay…
My thrusts were getting harder and harder inside Claire as I thought about it all. I was getting in a good groove and was debating if I should change positions or just finish off when I heard the front door open and close.
“OH M..MFMfmfmfmf” Claire started to say before I clamped my hand on her mouth.
“No talking…” I ordered.
I listened, and Tracy was calling out for Claire and moving around the house. For a split second, I considered my options. Would she come looking in the bedroom? What would I do? Freeze her? Let her watch? Was this the moment for the big reveal?
No… I wanted her to succumb to Claire… It would be much better that way… To tell her it was all my fault… Tell her she fell to it because I planned it… Because I sold a part of my soul to a demon… A devil… Lucky for me, I heard her storm out of the house. I pulled out of Claire and went to the bedroom window. I watched as Tracy stomped her way to Claire’s house. She would surely come back…
I looked over at Claire, all sweaty from the interrupted fuck.
“I have an idea…”
I setup the room like Claire had been looking through it. I then instructed her to finger herself while smelling my wife’s panties. The ones she never wore for me anymore.
I hid in the closet and waited. I was curious to see just how the collar would work on her. Claire’s description had been good, but I wanted to see for myself. Besides… Watching Tracy interrupt Claire’s masturbation should prove extremely entertaining.
Tracy didn’t disappoint.
She froze for a second as she took in the scene. Claire played her part perfectly and Tracy had no choice. I knew her well and seeing Claire like that was too much. She HAD to fire her. I watched, a little transfixed, as the collar erupted into life. The light was intense… Tracy was completely frozen. I was concentrating on her, through our link, to feel her as she came up the stairs and into the bedroom. I was amazed at how clear the feeling was.
I had no clue what she was thinking, but I could feel the collar working on her as she looked up towards the ceiling. I got out of the closet and went to her. Her eyes were shining bright red.
“Can you see this?” I asked Claire.
“See what?” she asked from the bed.
“Nothing…” I said to her. “Well Tracy… As much fun as it would be to force you on the bed and have Claire lick your pussy… I’m not going to… You won’t be able to help yourself… You’ll choose to have Claire lick you until you finally cum… I won’t make you.”
I heard Claire giggle.
“Darn… I was hoping I would get to taste her today…” she said.
“Soon enough my pet…” I said. “From your little reports, I would surmise she is almost ready.”
Claire got up from the bed and came next to me. Her hand grabbed hold of my erection and stroked it slowly.
“I think she is… Although… From the look of her… This was clearly too much…”
“Seems it was… Which was the point I might add… I wanted to see the collar work on her…” I said. “HHmmm… You are getting better with your hands…”
“Thank you…” she whispered in my ear.
“Looks like I’ll be able to finish fucking you…”
“With your wife right here?” she asked surprised. “Oouu… Seems Master feels naughty…”
I just grabbed her and moved her body in front of me. She was facing Tracy and I bent her slightly so I could impale her from behind. She braced herself on Tracy’s immobile shoulders.
“Kiss her.” I said.
Claire moaned as I started to move in and out. She had a little trouble, but she needed to obey and pulled Tracy’s head forward so she could reach her lips.
“See Tracy? This is how you should act. Obedient… Docile… Ready to be fucked however I want… And very soon you will be… Nothing will change that… You are going to be the perfect wife…” I said as I pounded into Claire.
I could feel the collar on both of them and it gave me an unexpected rush of power. My brain knew I controlled them… But somehow… This felt even better… Like a drug… Like something I should have done ages ago…
“But before you become the mindless perfect wife… You are going to suffer… And I won’t make it easy on you…”
Claire was moaning too loudly. She tried to continue kissing her, but my banging was making it hard. I didn’t care. I grabbed her ass and drove my cock in her even faster.
“Very soon now… You’ll break… You’ll give in…” I said as I felt my release start to overtake me.
I jabbed hard and erupted deep inside Claire’s young pussy. It felt so good… So warm… Claire screamed her lungs out as her own orgasm hit her. I had to hold her so she wouldn’t fall over.
But as the feeling of pleasure subsided, I could feel a tug coming from Tracy. Like she was about to unfreeze. We had to be quick… I wiped Claire’s drool off Tracy’s lips and kissed her.
“So very soon…” I told her.
I helped Claire put everything away. I told her to get dressed and she did, but she surprised me.
“If I may Master… Maybe I should use this opportunity… I’m sure I can push her a little more today… Please?”
“You are so eager my little pet… Fine. Use your own discretion. I need to leave anyway. Kim can handle a long lunch, but if I stay for the rest of the day… She might have trouble with my boss. Text me the details later.”
She smiled and went to the bed. She pushed her shorts to the ground before sitting down. I smiled as I knew Tracy would surely smell the strong scent of sex in the air…
I got back to work, very relaxed and looking forward to more of Claire’s reports. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Kim.
“You seem rather happy. Had a good lunch Mister Parker?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“As a matter of fact, I certainly did.”
“Seems you’ve been having a good week… Everything finally working out with the misses?”
“Well… Yes and no…” I said cryptically.
“Oh?” she asked puzzled.
“No details… But suffice to say that me and Tracy finally arrived at an understanding… Which is all in my favor.”
“I’m so glad for you!” she said smiling.
I always found her beautiful, but her smile had a little more to it. She had always been polite and respectful. The way she was smiling at me now though… She broke eye contact and resumed her chores. I had to admire her dedication.
Of all the secretaries that I have had, Kim was by far the best. She only ever wanted to be the best assistant she could be. She wasn’t in it for the promotions and it showed. I often joked that if I ever rise to the top and own the company, she would rise along with me. When you find someone as good as her, you keep them. She didn’t aspire to anything else. As far as I could tell anyway… I was about to go into my office when Kim turned to me again.
“OH!” she said. “Almost forgot. You have a client waiting in your office.”
“In my office? Kim… You can’t have clients wait in my office! What if he’s a corporate spy? I have sensitive files in there.”
“I… Huh… Seemed like a good idea at the time…” Kim said. “I don’t know why I let him in… I’m so sorry Mister Parker! It won’t happen again!”
I nodded and went inside. I was mad at Kim for being so brainless, but when I saw who was waiting for me, I calmed down. Of course she had no choice. I closed the door and went to my desk.
“Hello again George. Sorry for surprising you like this.”
“It’s fine Arthur… I AM curious as to why you are here at all though.” I said as I sat down.
“Just checking in… I see you are enjoying yourself with my gifts. Very good… Customer satisfaction is always a top priority of mine. Especially since you have paid such a lovely price.”
“Yeah…” I said. “Still… Why the sudden visit? It hasn’t even been a week.”
“I know… I had business close by and wanted a quick chat with you.”
“Oh? About what?”
“Possible further business…” he said cryptically.
“Really? What more could I offer you? From the way you acted when I accepted our deal, you seemed rather pleased.”
“Oh I am…” he said with a smile.
For some reason, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. He may have strange and demonic powers, but that smile felt like a challenge.
“Then spill it.” I said firmly.
He cocked an eyebrow at my tone. I didn’t care. I was in my element here. We were in MY place of business. I had stared down CEOs for multimillion dollar contracts in this office. I never broke. This was my arena. In it, I was ruthless.
“I see the changes have started to… Grow…” Arthur said with an eerie smile.
“Changes? What the fuck? Did you swindle me? Corrupt my prize?”
“Oh no… My dear boy… Nothing of the sort… It’s just that I realize I wasn’t entirely honest about your demon tattoo.”
That got me really suspicious.
“No need to worry… From what I have seen so far… Concerning your new toys… You should like what I have to say.”
“And what would THAT be?”
“The mark gives you control of your toys, yes… But it can do more… The collars control and manipulate your girls, but the tattoo on your arm will… enhance… Your personality.”
“Enhance? What the fuck does that mean?”
“It won’t be immediate, but it will slowly strip away all the barriers you’ve put on yourself. Am I correct in assuming that you are a man’s man?”
“Of course I am!” I said angrily.
“Well… Pardon me for saying… But you can’t say you were a real man with Tracy. The opposite in fact… Rather weak…”
“I…” he had a point.
“You diminished yourself so much that you lost focus on who you really are. But no worries… The tattoo will bring it out… And further more…”
“What?”
“It will influence others around you… Nothing like the collars of course… But the more you embrace yourself… The more the influence will be felt around you.”
“Meaning?”
“Take your stunning secretary… I had a lovely chat with her before I came in. She simply couldn’t resist my charms…” he said smiling. “She has always been a little submissive… That’s why she is so good at her job. She loves to serve and be useful.”
“So? What does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing and everything… You could claim her you know.”
“What?” I said truly surprised. Arthur sighed.
“Do we need to play this charade?” he said as his hand went for his sunglasses, but he didn’t lower them.
“Charade?”
“Yes. Where you try to deny you haven’t fantasized about fucking her brains out on this very desk.”
“I guess there is no need. Of course I did. Who wouldn’t?”
He smiled and dropped his hand.
“So why haven’t you?”
“Because I was a good honest husband. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to do that to Tracy.”
“And now?”
“Now…” I said as my eyes drifted to my door.
“Now that you know all about Tracy’s treachery… Why prevent yourself? You don’t owe Tracy anything. You certainly love owning Claire…”
“Now wait just a minute! I’m not doing another deal with you!”
“You misunderstand… I’m telling you that you won’t have to. She’ll feel it… Once your tattoo grows… You’ll start to change… Be more yourself. More the man you are inside… She’ll be drawn to you. The magic in the tattoo won’t make her yours, but it will open the door for you… Make things… Simpler…”
“Simpler? Listen… Arthur… I appreciate all this, I really do… But I am very satisfied with Claire and Tracy.”
“At the moment…” he said with his creepy smile.
I just stared him down. He seemed to analyze me for a moment, never letting his smile fade. I held my ground. I felt I had to.
“Oh the delicious possibilities…” he whispered to himself. “I can’t wait to see how you react in the next few weeks… Maybe then you’ll be open to my business proposal…”
“I doubt it…” I muttered.
“I don't…” he said. “Let’s help your growth along shall we?”
As he spoke, I suddenly had a vivid feeling on my fore arm. I looked down and it was like there was a red light under my sleeve. I rolled it up and could see the design had grown. Not much… But a little…
I looked up and I was alone in the office. I looked back to my arm and the light faded. What would this bring me I wondered… My phone buzzed and I saw Claire had sent me an update, describing in perfect detail how she came on to Tracy again. I smiled.
Such a good little slave.
That’s when I felt it… I stirring inside… Like a fire…
Claire was a good slave. Tracy was a bitch. Bitches needed to be punished and trained. My smiled turned predatory. My mind filled with a kaleidoscope of ways I would show Tracy her new life.
After work, I went back home to find the house empty. When I texted Tracy, she said she was out shopping and would bring takeout. I asked Claire to spend the night taking erotic pictures of herself. When she asked what I would prefer, I simply told her to surprise me. Tracy finally arrived and placed the take out on the table. As she moved around with her shopping bags, I felt disgust at what I felt in her. She didn’t respect me at all. Not one bit. It was like I could finally see her body language clearly for the first time. I could even feel how pathetic she found me. The strange part was that it wasn’t coming from her collar… I just… Knew…
I wondered if it was because of my own tattoo. I knew Tracy well, so I couldn’t be sure. I had to test it out. I told Tracy I was going out with friends and just left. I couldn’t stand her presence anyway.
She seemed disappointed, but I didn’t care. I even smiled… God it will be fun to finally see her fall…
I took a long drive and tried to make sense of what Arthur had told me. What were these changes he had described? Nothing like a good scientific test to clear the air. So I drove myself to a strip club across town. I didn’t want to risk meeting any one I knew. Especially Randy, he loved strip clubs.
I chuckled. Randy would probably be one of the few people I knew who would understand and encourage what I was doing to Tracy. How I was using Claire…
It had been a while since I had been in such a club and at first, I just sat in the back and observed. After while though, I felt an odd sense of calm. Comfort… My posture changed, and I settled in my seat. I always liked strip clubs in general, but now… I was REALLY enjoying myself.
Maybe I felt guilty before… I sure as hell didn’t now.
As expected, a dancer made her way to my seat and asked if I wanted to buy her a drink. I did. She chatted me up and I indulged her. I wasn’t really paying attention to her words anyway. I was more interested in what I was feeling coming off her.
It was faint. But the more I concentrated on it, the more I was convinced it was real.
I could FEEL her. Right there next to me. I felt glimpses of her desires. A feeling of what type of person she was. She was posing as a flirty ditz to entice men to have her dance for them, but underneath, I could see she was more of a dominating personality. She liked it better that way. I was amazed.
While I talked and concentrated on my date, I could see that the redhead that was dancing was always sending me glances. Like she couldn’t stop looking at me. After our drinks were finished, she asked if I wanted a dance, but instead, I asked if the redhead on stage could do it. I felt the spike of annoyance, but she smiled sweetly and said she would send her over.
After a while, she finally got off the stage and came to me. She took my hand and I followed her into a private booth. She was stunning. Again, I could feel an odd sense of calm… Of belonging…
I watched her start to dance and strip and was amazed at what I was feeling from her. She was aroused. A lot. After my chat with the other dancer, I could better interpret what I was sensing. She was more of a submissive. She loved to dance here. Even more so in private. As her last piece of clothing hit the floor, I felt a clear spike in arousal, telling me she loved to show off her body.
And then… Something else… Like she was getting more aroused than she would under normal circumstances. Nothing excessive, but it seemed clear to me. When she breathlessly asked if I wanted another song, I accepted to see where this was going. Sure enough, the more she danced, the hornier she got.
I had been in private stalls before and seen the fake arousal the dancers display for our benefit, but this… This was very really. I wasn’t surprised at all when she offered me a happy ending. She wanted to give it to me. She needed to…
Before all this, I would have felt guilty to accept. Like I was betraying Tracy. But that was then. I simply nodded, and she almost fell to her knees. She told me all about how good my cock felt in her hands. How much she liked it. How excited she was to have me cum all over her face. I could see she was intend on controlling herself and not go further than a simple hand job. But I felt I could push things further…
“Suck me.” I simply stated. I was surprised at my own voice and boldness, but it felt so right.
And the dancer thought as much. She just smiled and dove right on it. I could only feel great joy at my command. Her technique was different than Claire’s, but I felt the same things when Claire was hard at work on my cock.
Control.
This girl loved that I was taking it. Like Claire. As I lay my head back to just enjoy her lips and tongue, I mused that I was changing… I was growing more confident. Like I was at work. Only now… It seemed to extend and grow into my regular life. Looking down at the redhead, I had the distinct feeling my tattoo was somehow bringing her natural submissiveness to the surface. Was it changing me as well? Or just bringing to the fore front something I always had… I smiled.
Regardless of why or how… This should make things interesting…
Once I had cum all over her face, she thanked me, and I gave her the money for the dance, but didn’t give her any extra for the happy ending. I simply said I would be back for more later in the week. She seemed a little frustrated at first but didn’t protest when I left.
I felt good. Satisfied…
The rest of the week, I noticed that Kim was a little distracted around me. When I asked her about it, she said she just had a small fever and that it was nothing. I told her that I expected her to be at her best at all times and she seemed to take it literally. She made every effort to be even better at her job, if that was at all possible.
I could still feel the distraction in her, but she was keeping it under control.
I smiled as I thought that she could be like the stripper. I certainly felt something similar in her. If she truly was as submissive, she had buried it deep down inside herself. Could make a nice project… Even if bedding your secretary was cliché.
Friday came around and I invited Randy out for drinks. I always got along well with him. Now that I had this sixth sense, as I saw it, I wanted to get a better sense of him. We went to our regular bar and after a few beers, we started to really get to thanking. I told him all about how we had a young new maid to help Tracy around the house.
He was all for it. He wanted me to describe her in great detail and after a few shots of tequila, his tongue was so loose he was telling me all about his secretary and how I should bang the maid AND my secretary.
“I tell you man…” he started again. “It’s the best thing… (HIC) I know… I KNOW… Cindy sleeps with her fucking trainer… Who cares? She won’t divorce me because of the pre (hic)nup… So I fuck around too! Does wonders I tell you! No stress between us now! (HIC)”
“You are drunk Randy… Maybe I am too…”
“Tell you what though… I would certainly give Tracy a go if I had the chance…(HIC)”
“Really?” I asked a little surprised.
“She is one hot piece of ass!” he said as he jabbed his index in my arm a few times.
“But she turned into such a bitch.” I said calmly.
I was curious to see where he was going with this.
“Then I would fuck her like a bitch!(HIC) Hahahhahaha Like the doggy bitch (hic) she is!”
“You know you are talking about my wife, right?”
“Oups! (hic)… No disrespect man…” he apologized.
I made a show of looking him up and down and I got a distinct vibe of a confident man. Not overly dominant, but very confident in his manhood. He liked it rough…
“It’s ok Randy… Truth be told, I would fuck Cindy just as much.” I said as I took another shot of tequila.
“AND HOW!” Randy shouted, draining his own shot glass. “Cindy is a firecracker in bed. A bit on the dominant side… Which is fine once in a while… (Hic) But I needed something else and so does she… So VOILA! But seriously… If you ever want to REALLY fuck her… I can talk to her about it…” he said in a low whisper.
“Tell you what, let’s not agree to anything while we are still chasing the worm at the bottom of this tequila bottle ok?”
“FINE!” he shouted as he burst out laughing.
We fell on our usual “rate the girls in the bar” game where one of us would spot a girl, rate her from 1 to 10 and have the other guess which girl it was. It felt good to go out with Randy again. We hadn’t done that in ages.
On Saturday morning, I was woken up by a slight moan. I was curious so I pretended to still be asleep. I heard it again and felt Tracy squirm around next to me. She had never been a morning person. What was she fantasizing about?
I concentrated on her and felt our connection. I travelled back and was amazed at how clear I could feel her emotions. She was horny. VERY horny. But she wasn’t imagining me… The flavors I was tasting and feeling in her were clearly feminine. Was she really masturbating to thoughts of Claire?
She was almost ready…
I moved, as if I was just turning myself in bed while still asleep and I felt her stop. She didn’t move or breath as she listened for signs I was awake. I made a show of snorting and snoring. It worked, and she moved off the bed. Her moves were slow and measured. It was clear she didn’t want to wake me. She went to her drawer and I heard her rummage through it. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but after a few moments, I heard the door to the adjacent bathroom open and close.
I waited a few minutes and concentrated again on our link. The shower was on, but it didn’t feel like she was in it. She did feel aroused again. Did she go in the bathroom to masturbate? I was too curious. I concentrated on her again and spoke.
“Demon Collar.”
I felt her freeze and I got up. When I opened the bathroom door, I almost laughed out loud. She had been busy. Claire had told me she had found new tags and a few new clothes a few days ago. Tracy was modeling sexy lingerie in front of the mirror. Her right hand had 2 fingers in her pussy and she was grabbing her left tit hard. I could see a few more articles spread around the bathroom. From what Claire was telling me in her little reports, I could easily guess what Tracy was fantasizing about.
Which gave me an idea…
“Tracy… You are going to find it incredibly hot today. Even more than usual… You will blame me again for not getting the AC fixed. It will make you mad… You will want to pick a fight about it. When I decide I’ve had enough, I’ll storm out and leave to go get someone else to fix it. But you will still feel hot. You will remember Claire has a pool… You will go to her house and ask if you can cool off in it. You are convinced it is the only way you can cool down.”
I went to my phone and texted Claire to tell her about my plan. If Tracy was truly ready… This should give Claire all the excuses she would need.
Besides… I think I owe a certain red headed stripper a tip…
I went back to the bed and spoke her release.
“Tracy Parker.”
“If dust is dead human skin, why do we need to clean it up? It biodegrades, right?”
“Why is the spray better than water? It looks just like water?”
“Does this stuff taste as good as it smells?”
“I have to clean every room?”
And so it goes …
Unfortunately, I was right about everything. Including conversations like this:
“Gosh, it’s so hot, I didn’t think I’d get a workout doing wife work.”
“It’s a lot of work,” I said for the fourteenth time that hour.
“Tomorrow I’ll wear shorts, jeeze.”
“You can wear less clothing?”
“Is that a question or a command?” she said with a wink.
I ignored her and walked into the kitchen, getting both of us a glass of water. She followed me.
“Oooo, yes, I could use something to fight off this heat.”
“It’s a lot of work,” I muttered.
“How are you not sweating?”
“You get used to it.”
“Explains you’re rocking body?”
“Excuse me?” I turned to her, and she winked at me. “What did you just say to me?”
“I’m just saying, you have a killer body.”
“I don’t know what that means.” Killer body? Rocking body? I can guess, but it’s best to play dumb and let the moment pass.
“It means, you look hot. Good. Fuckable.” Claire slowed down the last word, giving it special emphasis.
“Don’t talk like that if you’re going to work here.”
“What?” said Claire with a shrug. “You’re going to fire me because I think you’re so fuckable?” Claire put down her water and stalked towards me.
“Don’t curse in this house!”
“Fuckable?” said Claire. She shrugged. “It’s a fact of nature, not a curse.” Claire strode towards me with confidence, her hips swaying. I backed up but was stopped by the kitchen counter behind me. “You’re fuckable, Tracy.”
“Miss Parker, please,” I corrected.
“Fuckable little Tracy,” said Claire. I tried to get away, I swear. You have to believe me. But she was there, practically on top of me, leaning into me, pressing me back against the kitchen counter and cabinets, pinning me there.
“You’re so, fuckable,” she said. Her tongue lingered on her teeth at the end. She licked her lips.
“You’re fire –”
My mind went blank. I don’t know what happened. But Claire was across the room, drinking her water. I swear she was just against me, hitting on me, trying to seduce me. Right?
“I don’t mean to offend you, Miss Parker,” said Claire. I blinked a few times. I stepped away from the counter behind me and downed my glass of water. I poured myself an additional glass and drained it. “I just meant that I’d be flattered to be your age with your body.”
“Thank you, Claire,” I said. I found a damp cloth and wiped my forehead. It was so hot in here. When did it get so hot?
“Need more water?”
Claire was up in a flash. She poured me another glass of water and offered it to me. I waved it away. I heard her rummage in the refrigerator behind me. She came around with an ice cube in her hand.
“Here,” she said. She ran the ice cube over my forehead. I sighed and leaned into it. I couldn’t believe how hot it was.
“Thank you, Claire,” I said.
“No problem, Miss Parker.”
“I need to check the AC.”
“I know, right? I’m itching to get out of these pants to cool down.”
I ignored her and walked into the hallway for the thermostat. It was set to our normal 67 Fahrenheit. Nothing unusual. Was it broken?
“Are you feeling well?” asked Claire from behind me.
“You’re feeling hot, too?” I asked.
“Yeah. Boiling.”
“Then it can’t be just me,” I said.
“Oh!” said Claire. “We could go swimming at my pool! That will help us cool down.”
“That’s not …” I stumbled into the living room, “a bad idea.” I collapsed onto the couch. Claire gave out some sort of squeak from behind me and clamored into the room.
“Tracy?!” she kneeled beside me. My eyes were open, I wasn’t passing out.
“Just faint,” I whispered. “So hot.”
“Stay here.” She got up and scampered away. When she returned, she had an entire bowl of ice. “Here,” she cooed. “This should help.”
Claire began to run an ice cube over my forehead. It felt good. It felt so good that I didn’t worry about the water dripping all over the couch. I didn’t care about the sweat staining the couch. I just felt the ice. There was only the ice and the relief it brought.
The temporary relief.
“That feels good,” I mutter. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Claire smiled. It was comforting, like a sister or mother taking care of me. No, that’s not quite right. It was more like a … daughter.
The daughter I’ll never have. The daughter my broken and ruined body can’t provide. Claire hushed and shhhed me while she ran the ice cube over my forehead, down the side of my face, and over my neck. She had the same blonde hair as me. She’d be the age of my daughter if I got pregnant as soon as George and I got married. She could be my daughter.
She ran the ice cube over my neck, but I was hot all over. I unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse. Claire followed my lead without asking. She ran the ice cube over the top of my chest. I sighed in relief. I smiled. She smiled. She slide the ice cube deeper to my breasts, and I let out a moan.
I sat up. Claire made a sound of confusion, but I didn’t look at her. I buttoned my blouse back up. “That’s enough of that,” I said. I stood up.
The room spun a little bit. I swayed, but Claire was fast to catch me.
“Woah,” she said. “Are you sure? You don’t seem okay.”
“I’m fine. It’s just the heat. I sat up too fast.”
“Would you like more ice cubes?” Claire held up the bowl of ice cubes sheepishly.
“No. No.” I touched my forehead. It was cool. Cooler than my hands or arms or … anything else. I looked at Claire and smiled. “We need something more thorough than a single cube at a time.”
We spent the afternoon in Claire’s pool. Claire showed me that she could “wear” something that showed even more skin. Luckily, she didn’t comment on my bikini.
Yes, much of the cleaning and cooking didn’t get done. We ordered Chinese for dinner. It wasn’t a very educational day for Claire. But the house was so damn hot. Even when George came home, he joined us by the pool. We ate there. George made drinks for us. It was refreshing to hop into the water whenever it was too hot, only to get out and enjoy the conversation and a cold drink over and over.
George was better behaved than I would have thought. He didn’t gawk at Claire. He may have glanced into her direction once or twice: I understood the immediate appreciation. But his focus was entirely on me. He asked me how my day was, and he wanted every detail. He wanted to know how Claire was doing. He wanted to know what I thought of Claire. He wanted to know if she satisfied me. He was completely fixed on my every opinion and the tiniest minutiae of my day.
While we sat together, he kept his hand on my thigh and swirled his thumb over my skin and it slowly crept up my leg. Claire smiled at me and winked when she noticed.
I had nothing to fear from Claire. Nothing to worry about at all. I was beautiful for a woman my age. My husband couldn’t keep his hands off me, even when a lesbian slut was practically offering her body to us.
Everything was good.
That night, George and I made love. It may have been the drinks or his wandering hand or even standing side by side to Claire all day and still feeling beautiful, but whatever it was, it was good. George was confident and hungry. I was beautiful and aching. I didn’t orgasm, but I never do. But I felt close. Closer than I’d felt in a long time.
The next two days went without incident. Claire showed up in a sports bra and tiny shorts, but we both agreed that as long as things were as hot as hell, it was wise to dress loosely. I was in workout clothes as well, a lose tank top and yoga pants. Her gratuitous amounts of skin didn’t bother me. I’d seen in her in practically nothing at the pool yesterday.
We worked upstairs on the second day. I showed her the bedrooms and the closets. We discussed how to fold clothes and make beds. It was all new to her. Apparently, she never made her bed and lived out of her laundry baskets. She’d need a lot of help with this.
On the third day, some of the girls from church stopped by and had lunch with me. Claire made the meal with my instruction, and even insisted on serving us. She was a fast learner. The meal wasn’t great. The house still looked like a mess. But she was trying and listening. I couldn’t ask for less.
She surprised me after lunch by asking questions about the girls. She was listening in, but respectfully making sure she didn’t disrupt us. She was a good servant and knew her place. She could be around, but not within. Claire asked about the women’s husbands and their lives. She asked how I spent my time when not taking care of the house and what I did with my friends for fun.
I accidentally let it slip that I suspected Cindy was having an affair with her personal trainer, and the floodgates opened. What happened for the rest of that afternoon was two bottles of wine and endless gossip about the complex history of the women’s bible study, the children’s ministry, the pastor’s wife, and their betrayals, failures, and trysts. Claire latched on quickly to my way of seeing the side of each story.
George took me that night as well. I was quite tipsy. He was forceful, but I was weak and out of it. I practically begged him to enter further and harder. I was eager for him. I didn’t orgasm, but I was close. I knew that if he had lasted a little longer, I would orgasm. Just a little longer.
The fourth day was when things got interesting. Claire dressed in her usual attire. I was surprised by how many skimpy outfits she had. But I couldn’t criticize. I was in shorts and a tight tank top. George said he called the AC repair man, but I couldn’t trust George to do anything correctly. If I left it up to him, I’d have AC in a decade.
The morning was fine. Claire and I were back upstairs. She still couldn’t grasp how to fold clothes correctly. It isn’t hard. You need to follow the natural seems. It should look like a display in a store. It isn’t rocket science.
But no matter how many times I explained it to Claire, or how slowly I worded things, Claire was baffled. I had to leave for lunch with Cindy and the girls. I told Claire to go home and take a break, to be back at 1. Cindy and the girls commented on my clothing, asking if I was getting fashion tips from the lesbian, but I told them I was about to go to the gym. I didn’t like lying to them.
When I got home, I couldn’t find Claire. She wasn’t waiting for me in the kitchen or living room. I went to her house and banged on the door, she didn’t answer. I checked by the pool, nothing. I let myself in and called for her, but I didn’t hear a thing.
I went back home, ready to call George and tell him about it, when I heard something from upstairs. Was she still trying to fold the damn clothes? The sound was coming from the bedroom. There was shuffling, and it sounded like someone was talking.
I opened the door to see Claire naked, rolling on my bed. The sheets were bunched around the floor. Claire’s skimpy clothing was bunched up by the door. The drawers of my dresser were open and scattered onto the floor. By the bed was my underwear drawer, and in Claire’s hands as she rolled and squirmed back and forth, were a pair of my lacy panties. I hadn’t worn them in years.
Claire was moaning, the panties close to her face as she occasionally sniffed, and even once licked, them. Her other hand was firmly cupping her vagina as she moved her hand in tight circles, masturbating on my bed. My marriage bed. With my panties in her mouth.
And suddenly the close friend, the almost daughter, was gone. Here was the lesbian slut. Here was the temptress and whore. Here was everything I had predicted and expected. I was right. I was always right.
“WHAT are you doing?” I snapped. I tried to keep my voice firm but calm. I failed.
Claire sat up, her eyes wide. She didn’t drop my panties. She didn’t move her hand away from her wet vagina.
“Tracy?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s Tracy now is it?” I hissed. “I’m Miss Parker when you’re too incompetent to fold clothes, but I’m Tracy when you’re on my bed with my panties in your hand?”
Claire turned and looked at the panties. She smiled and looked back at me, giving me a little shrug. “Sure?”
“Put down my panties. Get out of my bed. Get out of my house. And don’t come back. You’re fire –”
The world went white. I staggered backwards. When I opened my eyes, the room was clean. Claire was still on my bed. Her top was on. Her short was bunched around her knees. My panties were gone. But she stared at me with a hungry grin. I shivered.
“I can’t help myself,” shrugged Claire. “You’re so hot.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Come here. I want you to understand this.”
The room was heavy with a thick and sticky smell, like after George orgasms. It was salty and heavy. It smelled of flesh and lust.
I stood at the edge of the bed. Claire moved forward, her shorts still around her knees, and reached out for my hand.
I didn’t stop her.
She pulled my hand to her vagina. It was wet. It was soaking wet. “See?” asked Claire. “That’s what you do to me.”
“That’s not …” I whispered. But all I could feel was how wet she was. When was the last time I was this wet? Did George ever do this to me?
“I was thinking about you, Tracy.” She let go of my hand. I hesitated to pull it away. “Fuckable Tracy,” she whispered. The word scalded me, and I pulled my hand away.
“No,” I said. “You need to go home. Take the day off. We won’t do this again.”
“We won’t?” asked Claire.
“No.”
“And what happens if I can’t help myself. If you’re just too … fuckable?”
“If you need to touch yourself, I can’t stop you.” That’s not what I wanted to say. “I won’t fire you for it.” My mouth wasn’t listening to me. “It’s natural to feel overwhelmed with lust for me.” What was happening? “But I won’t participate or watch. You can do it but do it in private.”
“Even if I steal your slutty panties?” asked Claire.
“Just do it in private.” What the fuck was wrong with me?! That’s not what I meant. That’s not what needed to be said. How was she doing this? What was she doing to me?
I closed the door and went out. I self-medicated with shopping. I walked around and around the store, trying to avoid Victoria’s Secret. I could see the models in their lingerie and lace. Were they fuckable? Does that mean I looked like them?
I didn’t go home until I knew George was going to be there. He’d protect me from Claire. She wouldn’t act that way around him. I brought home some takeout, and we ate in silence. I asked him how his day was, and he answered in simple, short answers. He was monotone and dry. There was no hunger or attention like the other days. After dinner, he said he was going out with friends from church, and I was left home alone.
But something in me was awake now. I wanted George home with me. I wanted to be in my bikini, looking so fuckable like those models, while his thumb drew circles over my thighs. I wanted him to take me to bed and make love to me, hard. No. Fuck me. That’s the word. That’s how I’m fuckable. I need it hard. I need it deep. His dick is small, but with enough effort, he can get it in deep enough for me to feel it. To orgasm. I want to orgasm.
To cum.
I grabbed a bottle of wine and went upstairs to the bedroom. Claire had left it perfectly clean. Apparently, she had learned from my repeated instruction. I went to the dresser and found my panties. Her panties. The one she needed. I put them on and the bra that went along with it.
I sat on the bed and imagined George coming home. He’d find me so fuckable. He wouldn’t be able to resist. He’d be inside me, pressing down on me, riding me, going deeper, going harder. I’d beg him. Harder. Deeper. I’d need more and more of him. He didn’t understand. He was so little. So pathetic. I needed more. He wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I was halfway through the bottle and still edging, still pushing myself. I imagined how foreplay. He would be on her knees, off the bed. He would kiss each inch of my body. He’d want to please me. He’d need to please me. He was so pathetic. He wasn’t fuckable. I was fuckable.
I drank more wine while I felt his imaginary tongue inside me. George never went down on me, but he should. His tongue should be put to some fucking use. His useless tongue. His moronic mind. It should be between my legs. That where it belonged. Because girls like Claire want to fuck me and not him. He’s not fuckable. I am. I’m so fuckable.
I finished the bottle. I was closer. I was as close as I was the night before, with him inside me. I was could feel his tiny dick pressing into me, trying to split me open with each thrust. He was trying to fuck me, but all he could was make love. I didn’t want to make love anymore. I wanted to fuck. Claire was right. I was so fuckable. Claire was right. She understood. She knew how fuckable I was.
I could see Claire in the doorway. She’d watch us. She’d see George’s tiny dick unable to make me cum, but she wouldn’t take her eyes off of me. She’d only watch the fuckable woman. I’d nod to her, and she’d lick her lips. She’d push George off me and put herself between my legs. If I was so fuckable, surely, she could fuck me. She wanted to fuck me. She dreamed of fucking me. And I’d let her. If she could do it right, if she could make me cum unlike useless fucking George, then she’d should fuck me.
I want her to fuck me.
- George -
I smiled as I read Claire’s latest report. She had taken to my plans with an enthusiasm that matched, if not surpassed, my own. She was befriending Tracy on a level that I knew she craved. Her church friends were nice, but I had long suspected that they were all bitches, talking behind everyone’s backs. Like gossiping hens.
When Claire wasn’t trying to learn house worked from Tracy, she would do further research on the friends Tracy had. It’s a wonder what one can find on social media these days…
Every day, she would send me little reports about all of them. Who was sleeping with who. Which husbands were faithful and which were most certainly not. As I read her latest update, I realized that many of our so-called friends had dark and perverse gossip flying around about them. Some of it Claire thought was bogus, but others…
Randy and Cindy were a very good example.
I had no clue that Cindy was having an affair with her personal trainer. But I certainly knew that Randy was having an affair of his own, with his secretary…
It was like Claire was shining a light on all the depravity and hypocrisy around us. Which just made me laugh because all of them were like Tracy: Outspoken about the Lord, Our Savior.
I had been curious when she told me about how Tracy had frozen for a long period of time when Claire pushed her luck a little too far and Tracy tried to fire her. She had called me to see if I had any insight about it and for some reason, I could feel Tracy’s dilemma when I concentrated on our link. Just surface thoughts and feelings… I told Claire to just wait it out and act like nothing happened. Which worked out marvelously.
As lunch time approached, Claire texted me that Tracy was going out for lunch with her friends. She asked what she should do with the house all to herself. I smiled.
I decided to take a long lunch and advised my secretary. Kim was only too happy to hold my calls and prepare my afternoon files. A real gem that one. I rushed home and found something I had dreamed about ever since this all started: Claire was kneeling naked in the living room, waiting for me…
“Welcome home…” she said in the most sensual voice I had heard her use yet.
“Wow… It’s like you read my mind…” I said as I put my bag on the floor.
“Well… You aren’t THAT hard to anticipate… I know how you like my body… How you like to relax… Would my Master like a nice blowjob to begin with?”
Her seductive smile was all I needed to get the blood flowing. I simply undid my pants and approached. I sighed in relief as she enveloped me in her warm mouth. She was a fast learner. Since the beginning, she was always eager to be the best at everything. I just had to hint at something I wanted to try ,and she was all for it. Doing research on the net if she thought she wasn’t up to par. She even told me she had studied blowjob videos for half a night, just to be better at it.
I looked down at her slow bobbing head and smiled. She was a perfect slave. I grabbed her hair and as expected, she followed my guidance immediately. She knew that sometimes, I liked to control the speed. Making her mouth slide ever so slowly along my shaft, feeling every delicious inch as I bottomed out in her throat.
Complete. Control.
That thought threatened to make me blow my load so I after a few more indulgences, I remove her mouth and pulled her up for a kiss. Her nimble body molded itself against mine as she kissed me like the horny teenager that she was. I slapped her ass and nodded toward the bedroom.
As we got in the bedroom, I noted the pile of her clothes on the ground. She was texting me from the bedroom… The little minx… My hands were all over her tight body and I just couldn’t get enough. She was all mine… I picked her up and threw her on the mattress. She giggled loudly. I smiled as I pulled her back to me.
In no time at all, I was deep inside her and was slowly stroking myself in her very tight pussy.
I had neglected to fuck her for the last few days… I had to keep my energy for Tracy. It took everything just to act as the weak husband out to please her. A few times I wanted to end the charade and just claim her properly. Make her see what she would become… Make Claire fuck me all day while she was helpless to watch… Helpless to change into anything I wanted her to be.
Oh how she would pay…
My thrusts were getting harder and harder inside Claire as I thought about it all. I was getting in a good groove and was debating if I should change positions or just finish off when I heard the front door open and close.
“OH M..MFMfmfmfmf” Claire started to say before I clamped my hand on her mouth.
“No talking…” I ordered.
I listened, and Tracy was calling out for Claire and moving around the house. For a split second, I considered my options. Would she come looking in the bedroom? What would I do? Freeze her? Let her watch? Was this the moment for the big reveal?
No… I wanted her to succumb to Claire… It would be much better that way… To tell her it was all my fault… Tell her she fell to it because I planned it… Because I sold a part of my soul to a demon… A devil… Lucky for me, I heard her storm out of the house. I pulled out of Claire and went to the bedroom window. I watched as Tracy stomped her way to Claire’s house. She would surely come back…
I looked over at Claire, all sweaty from the interrupted fuck.
“I have an idea…”
I setup the room like Claire had been looking through it. I then instructed her to finger herself while smelling my wife’s panties. The ones she never wore for me anymore.
I hid in the closet and waited. I was curious to see just how the collar would work on her. Claire’s description had been good, but I wanted to see for myself. Besides… Watching Tracy interrupt Claire’s masturbation should prove extremely entertaining.
Tracy didn’t disappoint.
She froze for a second as she took in the scene. Claire played her part perfectly and Tracy had no choice. I knew her well and seeing Claire like that was too much. She HAD to fire her. I watched, a little transfixed, as the collar erupted into life. The light was intense… Tracy was completely frozen. I was concentrating on her, through our link, to feel her as she came up the stairs and into the bedroom. I was amazed at how clear the feeling was.
I had no clue what she was thinking, but I could feel the collar working on her as she looked up towards the ceiling. I got out of the closet and went to her. Her eyes were shining bright red.
“Can you see this?” I asked Claire.
“See what?” she asked from the bed.
“Nothing…” I said to her. “Well Tracy… As much fun as it would be to force you on the bed and have Claire lick your pussy… I’m not going to… You won’t be able to help yourself… You’ll choose to have Claire lick you until you finally cum… I won’t make you.”
I heard Claire giggle.
“Darn… I was hoping I would get to taste her today…” she said.
“Soon enough my pet…” I said. “From your little reports, I would surmise she is almost ready.”
Claire got up from the bed and came next to me. Her hand grabbed hold of my erection and stroked it slowly.
“I think she is… Although… From the look of her… This was clearly too much…”
“Seems it was… Which was the point I might add… I wanted to see the collar work on her…” I said. “HHmmm… You are getting better with your hands…”
“Thank you…” she whispered in my ear.
“Looks like I’ll be able to finish fucking you…”
“With your wife right here?” she asked surprised. “Oouu… Seems Master feels naughty…”
I just grabbed her and moved her body in front of me. She was facing Tracy and I bent her slightly so I could impale her from behind. She braced herself on Tracy’s immobile shoulders.
“Kiss her.” I said.
Claire moaned as I started to move in and out. She had a little trouble, but she needed to obey and pulled Tracy’s head forward so she could reach her lips.
“See Tracy? This is how you should act. Obedient… Docile… Ready to be fucked however I want… And very soon you will be… Nothing will change that… You are going to be the perfect wife…” I said as I pounded into Claire.
I could feel the collar on both of them and it gave me an unexpected rush of power. My brain knew I controlled them… But somehow… This felt even better… Like a drug… Like something I should have done ages ago…
“But before you become the mindless perfect wife… You are going to suffer… And I won’t make it easy on you…”
Claire was moaning too loudly. She tried to continue kissing her, but my banging was making it hard. I didn’t care. I grabbed her ass and drove my cock in her even faster.
“Very soon now… You’ll break… You’ll give in…” I said as I felt my release start to overtake me.
I jabbed hard and erupted deep inside Claire’s young pussy. It felt so good… So warm… Claire screamed her lungs out as her own orgasm hit her. I had to hold her so she wouldn’t fall over.
But as the feeling of pleasure subsided, I could feel a tug coming from Tracy. Like she was about to unfreeze. We had to be quick… I wiped Claire’s drool off Tracy’s lips and kissed her.
“So very soon…” I told her.
I helped Claire put everything away. I told her to get dressed and she did, but she surprised me.
“If I may Master… Maybe I should use this opportunity… I’m sure I can push her a little more today… Please?”
“You are so eager my little pet… Fine. Use your own discretion. I need to leave anyway. Kim can handle a long lunch, but if I stay for the rest of the day… She might have trouble with my boss. Text me the details later.”
She smiled and went to the bed. She pushed her shorts to the ground before sitting down. I smiled as I knew Tracy would surely smell the strong scent of sex in the air…
I got back to work, very relaxed and looking forward to more of Claire’s reports. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Kim.
“You seem rather happy. Had a good lunch Mister Parker?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“As a matter of fact, I certainly did.”
“Seems you’ve been having a good week… Everything finally working out with the misses?”
“Well… Yes and no…” I said cryptically.
“Oh?” she asked puzzled.
“No details… But suffice to say that me and Tracy finally arrived at an understanding… Which is all in my favor.”
“I’m so glad for you!” she said smiling.
I always found her beautiful, but her smile had a little more to it. She had always been polite and respectful. The way she was smiling at me now though… She broke eye contact and resumed her chores. I had to admire her dedication.
Of all the secretaries that I have had, Kim was by far the best. She only ever wanted to be the best assistant she could be. She wasn’t in it for the promotions and it showed. I often joked that if I ever rise to the top and own the company, she would rise along with me. When you find someone as good as her, you keep them. She didn’t aspire to anything else. As far as I could tell anyway… I was about to go into my office when Kim turned to me again.
“OH!” she said. “Almost forgot. You have a client waiting in your office.”
“In my office? Kim… You can’t have clients wait in my office! What if he’s a corporate spy? I have sensitive files in there.”
“I… Huh… Seemed like a good idea at the time…” Kim said. “I don’t know why I let him in… I’m so sorry Mister Parker! It won’t happen again!”
I nodded and went inside. I was mad at Kim for being so brainless, but when I saw who was waiting for me, I calmed down. Of course she had no choice. I closed the door and went to my desk.
“Hello again George. Sorry for surprising you like this.”
“It’s fine Arthur… I AM curious as to why you are here at all though.” I said as I sat down.
“Just checking in… I see you are enjoying yourself with my gifts. Very good… Customer satisfaction is always a top priority of mine. Especially since you have paid such a lovely price.”
“Yeah…” I said. “Still… Why the sudden visit? It hasn’t even been a week.”
“I know… I had business close by and wanted a quick chat with you.”
“Oh? About what?”
“Possible further business…” he said cryptically.
“Really? What more could I offer you? From the way you acted when I accepted our deal, you seemed rather pleased.”
“Oh I am…” he said with a smile.
For some reason, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. He may have strange and demonic powers, but that smile felt like a challenge.
“Then spill it.” I said firmly.
He cocked an eyebrow at my tone. I didn’t care. I was in my element here. We were in MY place of business. I had stared down CEOs for multimillion dollar contracts in this office. I never broke. This was my arena. In it, I was ruthless.
“I see the changes have started to… Grow…” Arthur said with an eerie smile.
“Changes? What the fuck? Did you swindle me? Corrupt my prize?”
“Oh no… My dear boy… Nothing of the sort… It’s just that I realize I wasn’t entirely honest about your demon tattoo.”
That got me really suspicious.
“No need to worry… From what I have seen so far… Concerning your new toys… You should like what I have to say.”
“And what would THAT be?”
“The mark gives you control of your toys, yes… But it can do more… The collars control and manipulate your girls, but the tattoo on your arm will… enhance… Your personality.”
“Enhance? What the fuck does that mean?”
“It won’t be immediate, but it will slowly strip away all the barriers you’ve put on yourself. Am I correct in assuming that you are a man’s man?”
“Of course I am!” I said angrily.
“Well… Pardon me for saying… But you can’t say you were a real man with Tracy. The opposite in fact… Rather weak…”
“I…” he had a point.
“You diminished yourself so much that you lost focus on who you really are. But no worries… The tattoo will bring it out… And further more…”
“What?”
“It will influence others around you… Nothing like the collars of course… But the more you embrace yourself… The more the influence will be felt around you.”
“Meaning?”
“Take your stunning secretary… I had a lovely chat with her before I came in. She simply couldn’t resist my charms…” he said smiling. “She has always been a little submissive… That’s why she is so good at her job. She loves to serve and be useful.”
“So? What does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing and everything… You could claim her you know.”
“What?” I said truly surprised. Arthur sighed.
“Do we need to play this charade?” he said as his hand went for his sunglasses, but he didn’t lower them.
“Charade?”
“Yes. Where you try to deny you haven’t fantasized about fucking her brains out on this very desk.”
“I guess there is no need. Of course I did. Who wouldn’t?”
He smiled and dropped his hand.
“So why haven’t you?”
“Because I was a good honest husband. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to do that to Tracy.”
“And now?”
“Now…” I said as my eyes drifted to my door.
“Now that you know all about Tracy’s treachery… Why prevent yourself? You don’t owe Tracy anything. You certainly love owning Claire…”
“Now wait just a minute! I’m not doing another deal with you!”
“You misunderstand… I’m telling you that you won’t have to. She’ll feel it… Once your tattoo grows… You’ll start to change… Be more yourself. More the man you are inside… She’ll be drawn to you. The magic in the tattoo won’t make her yours, but it will open the door for you… Make things… Simpler…”
“Simpler? Listen… Arthur… I appreciate all this, I really do… But I am very satisfied with Claire and Tracy.”
“At the moment…” he said with his creepy smile.
I just stared him down. He seemed to analyze me for a moment, never letting his smile fade. I held my ground. I felt I had to.
“Oh the delicious possibilities…” he whispered to himself. “I can’t wait to see how you react in the next few weeks… Maybe then you’ll be open to my business proposal…”
“I doubt it…” I muttered.
“I don't…” he said. “Let’s help your growth along shall we?”
As he spoke, I suddenly had a vivid feeling on my fore arm. I looked down and it was like there was a red light under my sleeve. I rolled it up and could see the design had grown. Not much… But a little…
I looked up and I was alone in the office. I looked back to my arm and the light faded. What would this bring me I wondered… My phone buzzed and I saw Claire had sent me an update, describing in perfect detail how she came on to Tracy again. I smiled.
Such a good little slave.
That’s when I felt it… I stirring inside… Like a fire…
Claire was a good slave. Tracy was a bitch. Bitches needed to be punished and trained. My smiled turned predatory. My mind filled with a kaleidoscope of ways I would show Tracy her new life.
After work, I went back home to find the house empty. When I texted Tracy, she said she was out shopping and would bring takeout. I asked Claire to spend the night taking erotic pictures of herself. When she asked what I would prefer, I simply told her to surprise me. Tracy finally arrived and placed the take out on the table. As she moved around with her shopping bags, I felt disgust at what I felt in her. She didn’t respect me at all. Not one bit. It was like I could finally see her body language clearly for the first time. I could even feel how pathetic she found me. The strange part was that it wasn’t coming from her collar… I just… Knew…
I wondered if it was because of my own tattoo. I knew Tracy well, so I couldn’t be sure. I had to test it out. I told Tracy I was going out with friends and just left. I couldn’t stand her presence anyway.
She seemed disappointed, but I didn’t care. I even smiled… God it will be fun to finally see her fall…
I took a long drive and tried to make sense of what Arthur had told me. What were these changes he had described? Nothing like a good scientific test to clear the air. So I drove myself to a strip club across town. I didn’t want to risk meeting any one I knew. Especially Randy, he loved strip clubs.
I chuckled. Randy would probably be one of the few people I knew who would understand and encourage what I was doing to Tracy. How I was using Claire…
It had been a while since I had been in such a club and at first, I just sat in the back and observed. After while though, I felt an odd sense of calm. Comfort… My posture changed, and I settled in my seat. I always liked strip clubs in general, but now… I was REALLY enjoying myself.
Maybe I felt guilty before… I sure as hell didn’t now.
As expected, a dancer made her way to my seat and asked if I wanted to buy her a drink. I did. She chatted me up and I indulged her. I wasn’t really paying attention to her words anyway. I was more interested in what I was feeling coming off her.
It was faint. But the more I concentrated on it, the more I was convinced it was real.
I could FEEL her. Right there next to me. I felt glimpses of her desires. A feeling of what type of person she was. She was posing as a flirty ditz to entice men to have her dance for them, but underneath, I could see she was more of a dominating personality. She liked it better that way. I was amazed.
While I talked and concentrated on my date, I could see that the redhead that was dancing was always sending me glances. Like she couldn’t stop looking at me. After our drinks were finished, she asked if I wanted a dance, but instead, I asked if the redhead on stage could do it. I felt the spike of annoyance, but she smiled sweetly and said she would send her over.
After a while, she finally got off the stage and came to me. She took my hand and I followed her into a private booth. She was stunning. Again, I could feel an odd sense of calm… Of belonging…
I watched her start to dance and strip and was amazed at what I was feeling from her. She was aroused. A lot. After my chat with the other dancer, I could better interpret what I was sensing. She was more of a submissive. She loved to dance here. Even more so in private. As her last piece of clothing hit the floor, I felt a clear spike in arousal, telling me she loved to show off her body.
And then… Something else… Like she was getting more aroused than she would under normal circumstances. Nothing excessive, but it seemed clear to me. When she breathlessly asked if I wanted another song, I accepted to see where this was going. Sure enough, the more she danced, the hornier she got.
I had been in private stalls before and seen the fake arousal the dancers display for our benefit, but this… This was very really. I wasn’t surprised at all when she offered me a happy ending. She wanted to give it to me. She needed to…
Before all this, I would have felt guilty to accept. Like I was betraying Tracy. But that was then. I simply nodded, and she almost fell to her knees. She told me all about how good my cock felt in her hands. How much she liked it. How excited she was to have me cum all over her face. I could see she was intend on controlling herself and not go further than a simple hand job. But I felt I could push things further…
“Suck me.” I simply stated. I was surprised at my own voice and boldness, but it felt so right.
And the dancer thought as much. She just smiled and dove right on it. I could only feel great joy at my command. Her technique was different than Claire’s, but I felt the same things when Claire was hard at work on my cock.
Control.
This girl loved that I was taking it. Like Claire. As I lay my head back to just enjoy her lips and tongue, I mused that I was changing… I was growing more confident. Like I was at work. Only now… It seemed to extend and grow into my regular life. Looking down at the redhead, I had the distinct feeling my tattoo was somehow bringing her natural submissiveness to the surface. Was it changing me as well? Or just bringing to the fore front something I always had… I smiled.
Regardless of why or how… This should make things interesting…
Once I had cum all over her face, she thanked me, and I gave her the money for the dance, but didn’t give her any extra for the happy ending. I simply said I would be back for more later in the week. She seemed a little frustrated at first but didn’t protest when I left.
I felt good. Satisfied…
The rest of the week, I noticed that Kim was a little distracted around me. When I asked her about it, she said she just had a small fever and that it was nothing. I told her that I expected her to be at her best at all times and she seemed to take it literally. She made every effort to be even better at her job, if that was at all possible.
I could still feel the distraction in her, but she was keeping it under control.
I smiled as I thought that she could be like the stripper. I certainly felt something similar in her. If she truly was as submissive, she had buried it deep down inside herself. Could make a nice project… Even if bedding your secretary was cliché.
Friday came around and I invited Randy out for drinks. I always got along well with him. Now that I had this sixth sense, as I saw it, I wanted to get a better sense of him. We went to our regular bar and after a few beers, we started to really get to thanking. I told him all about how we had a young new maid to help Tracy around the house.
He was all for it. He wanted me to describe her in great detail and after a few shots of tequila, his tongue was so loose he was telling me all about his secretary and how I should bang the maid AND my secretary.
“I tell you man…” he started again. “It’s the best thing… (HIC) I know… I KNOW… Cindy sleeps with her fucking trainer… Who cares? She won’t divorce me because of the pre (hic)nup… So I fuck around too! Does wonders I tell you! No stress between us now! (HIC)”
“You are drunk Randy… Maybe I am too…”
“Tell you what though… I would certainly give Tracy a go if I had the chance…(HIC)”
“Really?” I asked a little surprised.
“She is one hot piece of ass!” he said as he jabbed his index in my arm a few times.
“But she turned into such a bitch.” I said calmly.
I was curious to see where he was going with this.
“Then I would fuck her like a bitch!(HIC) Hahahhahaha Like the doggy bitch (hic) she is!”
“You know you are talking about my wife, right?”
“Oups! (hic)… No disrespect man…” he apologized.
I made a show of looking him up and down and I got a distinct vibe of a confident man. Not overly dominant, but very confident in his manhood. He liked it rough…
“It’s ok Randy… Truth be told, I would fuck Cindy just as much.” I said as I took another shot of tequila.
“AND HOW!” Randy shouted, draining his own shot glass. “Cindy is a firecracker in bed. A bit on the dominant side… Which is fine once in a while… (Hic) But I needed something else and so does she… So VOILA! But seriously… If you ever want to REALLY fuck her… I can talk to her about it…” he said in a low whisper.
“Tell you what, let’s not agree to anything while we are still chasing the worm at the bottom of this tequila bottle ok?”
“FINE!” he shouted as he burst out laughing.
We fell on our usual “rate the girls in the bar” game where one of us would spot a girl, rate her from 1 to 10 and have the other guess which girl it was. It felt good to go out with Randy again. We hadn’t done that in ages.
On Saturday morning, I was woken up by a slight moan. I was curious so I pretended to still be asleep. I heard it again and felt Tracy squirm around next to me. She had never been a morning person. What was she fantasizing about?
I concentrated on her and felt our connection. I travelled back and was amazed at how clear I could feel her emotions. She was horny. VERY horny. But she wasn’t imagining me… The flavors I was tasting and feeling in her were clearly feminine. Was she really masturbating to thoughts of Claire?
She was almost ready…
I moved, as if I was just turning myself in bed while still asleep and I felt her stop. She didn’t move or breath as she listened for signs I was awake. I made a show of snorting and snoring. It worked, and she moved off the bed. Her moves were slow and measured. It was clear she didn’t want to wake me. She went to her drawer and I heard her rummage through it. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but after a few moments, I heard the door to the adjacent bathroom open and close.
I waited a few minutes and concentrated again on our link. The shower was on, but it didn’t feel like she was in it. She did feel aroused again. Did she go in the bathroom to masturbate? I was too curious. I concentrated on her again and spoke.
“Demon Collar.”
I felt her freeze and I got up. When I opened the bathroom door, I almost laughed out loud. She had been busy. Claire had told me she had found new tags and a few new clothes a few days ago. Tracy was modeling sexy lingerie in front of the mirror. Her right hand had 2 fingers in her pussy and she was grabbing her left tit hard. I could see a few more articles spread around the bathroom. From what Claire was telling me in her little reports, I could easily guess what Tracy was fantasizing about.
Which gave me an idea…
“Tracy… You are going to find it incredibly hot today. Even more than usual… You will blame me again for not getting the AC fixed. It will make you mad… You will want to pick a fight about it. When I decide I’ve had enough, I’ll storm out and leave to go get someone else to fix it. But you will still feel hot. You will remember Claire has a pool… You will go to her house and ask if you can cool off in it. You are convinced it is the only way you can cool down.”
I went to my phone and texted Claire to tell her about my plan. If Tracy was truly ready… This should give Claire all the excuses she would need.
Besides… I think I owe a certain red headed stripper a tip…
I went back to the bed and spoke her release.
“Tracy Parker.”