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Control
by jbozobo (no address provided)
***
A man gives up on marriage and opts for control instead.
(Mdom/F, nc, wife, d/s, oral, anal, mc, sci-fi)
***
He sat in his living room quietly fuming over his wife's
latest outrage. He had been sifting through a box of old
pictures, pictures that included their first Christmas
together as a couple. Finding some that brought back
just how in love he had been with her, he brought them
up to the bedroom where she sat playing Words with
Friends as usual.
She looked up annoyed as he walked up, he wondered for
the umpteenth time what she was really doing as her
fingers moved across the mouse pad, obviously closing
windows.
Their marriage had grown increasingly strained in the
last few years, with his wife changing from a loving and
dedicated wife and mother, to a bitter, malevolent, and
contemptuous shrew. He had tried desperately to
reconnect with her, but she seemed determined to destroy
any and all feelings they might have as a couple.
Still, maybe these pictures he had dug up would help
remind her he thought. "Look what I found honey, these
are from our very first years together, this one is our
first Christmas at my Mother's house" She glared at him
as he handed her the photos, slowly shutting her laptop
"Oh I remember this, look at what a pussy-whipped dork
you already were!"
He tried again sitting on the bed next to her "Look at
this one, from my sister's wedding, don't you remember
how in love we were?" She looked annoyed now. "Do I have
to remember that, you still look like an idiot," she
grated out at him opening her laptop again dismissively.
He sat there stunned, amazed really, in all the time
they had been struggling she had never treated him like
this. He took the photos she had practically flung back
at him, walking slowly downstairs, something dripped on
his hand and he realized absently that he was crying.
Sitting on the couch looking at her in his arms, they
were dancing and her hair shone blond, her eyes danced
with light and love, he could remember that time in
their lives when she loved him. That was really all he
wanted back.
Their life now was so far from the love he remembered,
every sentence between them had become a battleground,
one where she fought to define him as worthless,
contemptuous, and febrile. He pulled the card and the
little ziplock pouch from his pocket, setting them on
the coffee table, eyeing them thoughtfully. A friend had
handed him a small folder a few weeks back telling him,
"Denny old boy, I've been watching you and Jen and I
have a feeling you could use this. Call me if you want
to discuss it, but more important, if you want your wife
back, if you want your marriage back think about calling
this number."
The card had one word on the front, "CONTROL," spelled
out in all capital letters. On the back there was a
phone number and one sentence "Take control of your
marriage again, call for guaranteed satisfaction."
Denny read the card again and again, thinking over the
last few years, aching inside he called the number.
"Sir," a musical female voice answered, "are you ready
to take control?"
"Uhm, yes I-I... think so, can you help me" he
stuttered, not quite sure what he was getting into.
"Our service costs $25,000, and satisfaction is
guaranteed, should you decide your needs have not been
met we will return your wife and your money to their
previous condition. Do you have any questions Sir?"
He fumbled with the words; "How, what... I mean, how
will you give me control?"
"We have a proven technology, one which allows you to
control your wife's mood, it involves micro-surgery for
your loved one, and a control mechanism for yourself
that allows you to directly alter the chemicals and
pheromones controlling the moods and emotional state of
your wife. I will give you a web address, you can read
the details of our proposed contract at that secure site
and if you agree to our service contract and pay the fee
we will execute services at your discretion."
She passed him a website which he quickly pulled up
after hanging up. The contract was long and detailed,
but the gist was the company guaranteed its services,
and promised to give him the power to improve his wife's
behavior and overall demeanor.
He was torn, this seemed too good to be true, but
everything else had failed miserably, all he wanted
really was the loving woman he had married, all he
wanted was some joy, some lust, some fun again. He
filled out the details of the contract, transferred the
funds from their savings, and read the instructions.
***
The next night he made his wife her favorite drink,
frozen daiquiri, and brought it up to her as she sat in
bed typing furiously. Again she closed the laptop as he
walked in, eyeing him suspiciously. "Hey hon, I wanted
something cold and sweet, thought you might like one
too? Everything going ok up here, how's Word treating
you tonight?"
She practically snatched the drink from him, and he
carefully controlled his expression. "Uh good I guess,
thanks for the drink dork."
He smiled as he stood, watching her slurp down the
daiquiri. "Well, no problem. I'm watching some sci-fi
downstairs so I'll let you be." As he walked out she
sneered at him, pulling the laptop open again.
***
An hour later he walked in on her, taking the laptop
from her lap he noticed she had a chat window open. She
had been chatting with someone named Raoul, she had been
sexting actually, he scrolled down feeling less and less
guilty about what he was about to do. The chat window
discussed his wife's afternoon with Raoul and what
amazing sex they had had, apparently his wife was
getting the fucking of a lifetime from this guy.
Denny, sat on the bed next to his unconscious wife,
slowly reading the destruction of his marriage, of his
life. Finally, he snapped the laptop closed and looked
at the card again. He called the number, it rang twice
then picked up. "Sir, how can we help you?" this time a
male voice.
"My wife is ready, we can start?"
The ambulance arrived within minutes and his wife was
wisked away quietly, he watched her go, as neighbors
came over to enquire. "Oh she just had a fainting spell,
but we're going to the hospital to have her watched
overnight" he told them as he got into his car.
He drove around for a couple of hours alternately
seething and questioning his actions. Control, he
thought, what will I do with it, how will it work.
***
The next day he received a phone call, "Sir, you can
come down to our clinic, your wife is ready to come
home."
He quickly drove to the address they passed him, it was
a non-descript building with other medical offices. The
receptionist was a flawless little blond, cherry red
lipstick and a happy smile, she showed him into a
private room where his wife sat.
"Oh Denny, I'm so sorry, I must have scared you to death
fainting like that!" His wife exclaimed. "I feel so much
better now," she said grabbing his hand. "I missed you
this morning when I woke up, you know."
He just stared at her, and then at the doctor who stood
at the foot of the bed, a slight smile on his lips.
"Sir," said the doctor, "if I could just have a word."
Denny followed the doctor into a private office, "The
procedure is complete and successful, your wife has been
given a sub-cranial control element which will allow you
to adjust her behavior using this wrist based control."
He held what looked like a watch in his hand.
Denny took the device eyeing it with wonder. The doctor
quickly showed him how the device worked, it looked like
a regular wristwatch but was actually a sophisticated
emotional control mechanism. The face was touch
sensitive with a cutout button on the side, another
button controlled what aspect of emotion or mood was to
be adjusted, the face simply dialed intensity up or
down.
Watching his wife through the one way mirror built into
the wall Denny observed as the Dr. demonstrated all of
the settings. The device was keyed to his fingerprint,
appearing to be only a digital watch to any other user.
He dialed up Joy and his wife was suddenly giddy,
laughing joyfully to herself. He dialed up Lust and his
wife was suddenly touching herself sensuously back
arching in pleasure. Lastly, the Dr showed him the
negative mood controls (disgust, fear, anger), and
explained, "This is where the real power of the device
is, the behavior that drove you here can be trained out
of your wife using this power."
He handed Denny the device, which Denny slipped onto his
wrist carefully. "Sir, I suggest you go slowly with your
new power. Adjust your wife gently, and she will respond
beautifully. Be careful of your choices, dramatic mood
and emotion swings can have unexpected results. We
accept no liability for your wife's behavior when you
adjust her moods and emotions."
Denny carefully adjusted his wife to be calm and joyful
again, as she had been when he arrived. As he entered
the room, she beamed at him with a beautific smile. "Can
we go home love? I feel great, in fact better than I
have in years."
He helped her dress and they headed home, her in a state
of steady joy and calm, Denny in mystified silence. She
chatted away on the drive home, happy as a lark, Denny
thought about how to handle her cheating, and what he
wanted now that he had control. It would be easy he
thought to go back to the loving couple that he
remembered, to erase the damage she had done.
Maybe I'll do that he thought to himself, or maybe I'll
play with her a bit first just to get even.
***
That evening she retreated again to their bedroom,
laptop out typing furiously. He hadn't adjusted
anything, she was uniformly joyful and calm, but it
hadn't seemed to have stopped her urge to chat with
Raoul. Denny sat in the living room flicking through the
control options; despair, greed, anger, sorrow, lust,
disgust, hunger, annoyed... Annoyed he thought, I'll
start there.
He adjusted the annoyed control, slowly listening to his
wife's typing. She slowed as he continued and finally
stopped altogether. He flipped through on the control to
self-loathing and dialed that up a bit, and then added
some lonely. He sat back and flipped on the tv.
Within a few minutes he heard the tale tell sound of a
laptop slapping shut, he wife came into the living room,
looking a bit green. "Honey, are you ok?" he asked
innocently. She came over and hugged him, "just feeling
a bit lonely up there in our big old room" she said
hugging him tightly. She sat down snuggled up with her
back to him, and started watching Ascension with him. He
dialed down the annoyance, and self-loathing, and
increased her happy and loving settings, then threw in
some content as well. All very hard to do with her
snuggled up, but he managed.
She wriggled into him, sighing and sort of shivering,
she pulled his arm over her and then practically inhaled
him as she snuggled tight against him. Now he couldn't
reach the control on his wrist. They sat there
snuggling, she asked him a few questions to catch up
with the show, and he explained some of the characters
and the plot while she listened intently.
The next hour passed with her in a state of contented
joy, and him in a state of shocked amazement.
As the show ended she stirred. "Oohhh, I could just
snuggle like this all night, why don't we go to bed
honey?" She pulled him up as he turned off the tv, they
headed upstairs shutting off lights on the way.
As his wife brushed her teeth, he flipped through the
control settings wondering what to try next. As he
flipped through the settings he came across 'naughty',
"I'll just bump that up a bit," he thought. Then of
course 'lustful', he carefully adjusted five or six
levels up.
Jen walked out of the bathroom, pulling her nightie off
in one fluid motion, "What are you waiting for big boy?
You better get in this bed before I finish without you!"
He smiled now, feeling more than a bit stunned, what the
hell he thought, this is simply amazing. He brushed
quickly and then quickly flipped through the settings
looking for anything else to adjust, perverted, he
considered it briefly, then dialed it up wondering what
naughty, lustful, and perverted would do in combination.
As he exited the bathroom, the lights in the room were
turned down, Jen was lying on the bed, rubbing her clit
sensuously with one hand and squeezing on ample breast
with the other. She watched him, smiling as she noted
his cock pushing his underwear out. "Lose the undies big
boy, you're not going to need those tonight!"
He dropped his drawers as he walked to the bed in a
daze.
She reached out, caressing his balls while she continued
to stroke her own pussy, "I'm in a mood stud, I want you
to stand there while I stroke myself, let's see if we
can come together?" She was sliding two fingers into her
cunt now, twisting them deep and hard, her thumb was
working her clit at the same time, while her other hand
was caressing his balls and cock, teasing his ass.
He stood there watching her working her own pussy, her
stomach muscles clenching, and her sweet quim dripping
around her frenzied fingers. He stroked his fingers over
her nipples, twisting one gently, her gasps grew shorter
and her fingers worked her sweet pussy even faster. With
one hand he scooped some of the juices dripping from her
swollen wet cunt up and brought them to her lips, she
practically slobbered over his hand, finally climaxing
as she sucked her own juices from his fingers.
She collapsed back, one hand wrapped around his
throbbing cock, the other slowly pulling out of her own
grasping, twitching pussy. She lay there shuddering as
Denny, as if drawn there, lowered himself between her
quivering thighs. Her pussy was swollen and dripping,
and her clit was twitching in a state of arousal Denny
had never seen before.
He slowly lowered his mouth to her slit, licking the
juices from her thighs first, and then gently cleaning
the areas around her pussy before tasting the sweet
nectar between her legs. AS his tongue made contact she
spasmed with aftershocks, her hands wrapping in his
hair, her cunt pushing up to demand more from his mouth.
He licked her slowly from clit to sphincter, and he
noticed she arched-up to give him full access to her
ass.
She had never much liked ass sex before, but here she
was spread and quivering as he teased her little brown
pucker. He licked his way back to her clit, and gently
bit it with his teeth, something that always had annoyed
her before, she gasped grabbing his ears, "Ooh, fuck
yeah! Fucking bite that dirty little clit! Oh my god!!!"
she grated at him. "Lick my ass again you dirty fucker,
tongue that dirty ass!"
She pushed him lower, and he obliged, giving her ass
some strong licks and then slowly spearing her hole with
his stiff tongue. She came again, he could feel her
sphincter spasming around his tongue, even as her cunt
clutched wetly at his nose. He slowly fucked her ass
with his stiff tongue, teasing her clit with his slick
nose and she screamed out another series of orgasms,
finally collapsing, her legs spread and twitching, her
cunt pulsating.
He just sat back a bit in wonder. This was the woman he
wanted, the wife he remembered, or at least wanted to.
Her sphincter was pulsating in front of him with
aftershocks, and he wondered how far he could go. He
dialed up the naughty setting another two notches and
eased forward. She was limp, shuddering, and he stroked
her gently, her breasts were heaving a bit as she
breathed and he palmed them, squeezing her nipples
gently.
He took first one and then the other in his teeth,
mauling them slowly, roughly and then licking them as
they hardened. His cock was rock hard, sitting between
her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck and licked her
earlobes gently. He felt her start to come around, her
hands and arms coming around his body, her warm hands
pulling him forward.
Naughty must have kicked in, he felt her hand reach
around, guiding his cock... to her ass? What the fuck,
he thought looking at her. She was staring him in the
eye, as her hand pulled him forward, his cock wouldn't
fit he thought as she lodged him at the entrance to her
tight ass, but she pushed back and grunted as his
cockhead popped into her ass. Her mouth sought his and
she tongued him fiercely while driving her ass onto his
cock. It was so tight and hot, he was trembling as she
forced herself all the way onto his aching throbbing
cock.
Finally, he thought he could risk moving inside her and
he began slow movements. "Fuck it! Fuck it you bastard!
Fuck my dirty ass. OH MY GOD!" she yelled. "I love it! I
love your cock in my ass! Oh fuck me like the dirty slut
I am! Oohhh! I'm fucking coming on your cock you
bastard!!!" she screamed, finally and he exploded in her
ass, gasping and coming as she writhed and grinded
beneath him shuddering to what seemed her umpteenth
orgasm.
They collapsed there, his cock buried in her dripping
ass, her twitching in mindless ecstasy, her body and
mind temporarily sated. He quickly flipped through the
settings on his control.
Leaving her in 'Joy' and 'Contentment', and increasing
her 'Caring' and 'Affectionate' settings. She snuggled
over to him, putting her head on his shoulder, hugged
him hard and then said, "I love you! I loved that, thank
you, you big dirty stud. I'm so happy right now!"
Denny lay there, his arms around his wife, wonder on his
face and his cock already hard and quivering as he
thought of the implications of his newfound control.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life
in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out
any of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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