A Timeless Display Ch. 07

"So, Father, this D/s thing, it will save your ass," the younger Jordan said.

"How is this slut fucking herself on camera solving my problem?" the older man asked.

"Ask her who she is married to when I tell you," the pretty dominant D/s enthusiast told her father.

In the meantime, Natalia's earpieces were turned back on, and Jordan checked to ensure the show was fully recorded. The domme stopped the video, took a still photo of Natalia's face just reaching the edge before backing off using Natalie's phone, and sent it to Ethan.

"Natalia, darling, in a moment a man will ask you a very important question, you will answer him honestly and quickly won't you?" Jordan asked, knowing the reply. "For the moment, stop edging so you may speak clearly darling."

"Oooofffff ccccccourssssse Mmmmmiiiisssss Archbaldddd..." Natalia replied.

"Go ahead father, ask now," Jordan instructed, once she felt Natalia could answer more clearly.

"Who is your husband, dear?" the elder Archibald asked.

"Ethan Davison is my husband..." Natalia replied.

Jordan ended communication with her father and Natalia, and immediately set two things in motion.

'Natalia, darling, you may continue to play, you may climax darling, as much as you like until I tell you to stop," Jordan commanded, and smiled as she watched the earnestness at which Natalia set about her new, favorite task.

"Father, right now your assistant is giving you a file, with all the data and information I have on Inspector Ethan Davison," the pretty Jordan told her father. "Any questions?"

"So how does this wife of this Inspector solve my problem?" the elder Archibald asked.

"Control the wife, control the husband, Father," the daughter said simply. "Read the file, it will becom crystal clear after you read everything."

"I will do that... and this better work out," the older Archibald said with an edge.

"Of course Father, speak soon," Jordan said as she ended all communication with her father, but not the live feed of Natalia.

The domme smiled as she watched Natalia move with gusto to climax as many times as she could, since she finally had permission.

"One more climax, darling, then get your uniform on and back to the office," the domme instructed.

One orgasm later, a tired, spent and obedient Natalie Davison donned her uniform and headed to the office to get back to her menial tasks for her guide.

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The latest sent photo had Ethan Davison worried enough to call his new clientele and tell them he needed to get back home for a few days to meet with his wife on urgent matters, never disclosing he was wondering what was exactly going on with his wife, and Jordan. He informed his clients he would still be actively pursuing items, but remotely until solid leads developed. The interpol administrator he reported to told him to take 30 days, he had earned the time from his involvement in the arrest of two red notice felons, both fraudulent art dealers who scammed hundreds of millions of dollars over their careers.

Jordan knew about the clients, and also about the leave from Interpol through hacked communications.

On his way to the airport, he texted Natalia, telling her he was "coming back home to see what was going on" with her and Miss Archibald.

Jordan Archibald got the text, on Natalie's phone, and smiled, thinking "finally, all those provocative messages, videos and facetime calls, and now he's ready to see what's going on...."

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Jordan knew the itinerary of Ethan, as she had Natalie's phone and would have her unlock it so she could reply. Now, she needed to get Natalia up to speed for her husband's visit, so she took the submissive to the room where she was staying while alone, leashed and in uniform.

"Natalia, darling, Ethan is coming to visit," Jordan said. "We have some work to do."

"Yes Miss Archibald," Natalia replied dutifully in her uniform, collar and leash firmly around her neck.

"Watch the watch, darling," Jordan said, holding the watch just above eye level, captivating the pretty wide and social media figure once more.

SNAP

Natalia again went deep into hypnosis at the hands of her guide.

"So Natalia, focus on what I am telling you darling...."

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Ethan arrived at the estate at mid evening and was immediately greeted by his wife, who affectionately greeted her husband and took him by the hand up to the room they had shared before he left, she took his carry on bag and looped it over her shoulder as he took his rolling suitcase.

"Wow Nat, you look so different, those pictures didn't do you justice," Ethan said. "Your hair, it's so blonde."

"It's totally me, though, I love it, Ethan," Natalie said as they entered the room.

"So what exactly is going on here, Nat, this is not like you at all," Ethan began. "The hair, makeup, agreeing to a uniform... it isn't you..."

"Ethan, this is me," Natalie said, upping her level of affection.

"What has gotten into you, Natalie?" Ethan asked as his wife practically attacked him with affection.

"YOU are about to in a few minutes," the wife responded, beginning a sexy seduction of her husband, beginning with removing her uniform, which when she removed it stunned Ethan as she wore no bra or panty.

Noticing the look from Ethan at the lack of undergarments, Natalie responded with "I knew you were coming, so I didn't bother..."

Ethan, under a sexy assault, just nodded and let things continue. Three orgasms later, Ethan was passed out from the efforts his sexy wife had put him through. Between rounds two and three, Natalie got Ethan a bottle of water, which contained a mild sedative in it to ensure he would remain asleep.

Natalie picked up the house phone in the room and made a call.

"Ethan is passed out, Miss Archibald," Natalie told her guide.

"Outstanding, darling, unlock the door and wait for me," Jordan instructed.

The domme brought Britt with her, and soon was in the room, Britt pushing a wheelchair.

"Wonderful work, darling," Jordan said with a chuckle. "How many times did he finish, Natalie?"

"Three, Miss Archibald," Natalie said as she looked up at the watch in front of her.

"Impressive, good going. Watch the watch darling," Jordan said.

SNAP

"Natalia, help Britt put him in the wheelchair, darling," the domme commanded of her two submissives.

Britt put her hands between the naked husband's shoulder and arms and lifted, as Natalia took his feet, and in tandem placed the passed out husband in the chair.

"Outstanding, girls." Jordan praised. "Put your collar and leash on darling."

Natalia placed the collar on herself, and stood for more instructions. Jordan got behind the wheelchair and began to push it into the hallway.

"Britt, please take Natalia's leash and follow," Jordan ordered.

Silently, Britt grabbed the leash and tugged it as the pair followed Jordan down the hall, into the room which held the watch and metronome display and where Natalie stayed when she was alone on the grounds.

Jordan set the chair in the room in front of the watch display, and instructed Britt to hand her the leash and get the second chair from across the room and place it next to the wheelchair. The domme then set up a camera on a tripod to record the next events.

"Britt, start the video my dear," Jordan ordered.

Britt, dressed in her uniform, sauntered over to the tripod, and began the video on the camera, which was aimed at Ethan, sitting naked in the chair, passed out.

Once the video began, Jordan told Natalia what to do.

"Darling, please take the handcuffs from the side table and attach each of them to Ethan's wrists," Jordan commanded.

The naked wife dutifully replied "yes Miss Archibald," and took the 2 sets of cuffs and attached one to the right wrist, and one to the left wrist of her husband then stood and waited.

"Excellent, darling," Jordan said clearly while off camera. "Now take the other end and attach them to the chair, Natalia."

"Yes, Miss Archibald," the submissive naked wife responded, attaching the cuffs to the arm of the chair.

"Keys," the domme demanded, holding out her hand expectantly.

"Yes, Miss Archibald," Natalia replied, handing the handcuff keys to her guide.

"Place these restraints around Ethan's legs. One on each leg, darling," Jordan instructed. "This one around his midsection, darling, tight and around the chair."

"Yes, Miss Archibald," the submissive replied, as she watched as Natalie was finishing the restraining of her husband to the chair.

"Sit next to Ethan, darling," the domme instructed, watching as her submissive sat next to her husband.

"No matter what happens, you are glued to that chair until I say the word 'unglued'. No matter what happens, you will stay in that chair until I say that word, do you understand?" the domme asked.

"Yes, Miss Archibald," the sexy, naked wife answered.

"You have done very well being guided, Natalia, that deserves a reward," Jordan said.

"Britt, please bring the bottle to Natalie," Jordan commanded, requiring her first sub Britt to bring the sedative laced bottle Ethan drank from forward. "Natalie, darling, take a nice long drink from the bottle, Britt, hold the bottle for her."

Natalie drank from the same bottle that contained the sedative that knocked Ethan out earlier.

"You are going to get very tired very soon, darling," Jordan told her submissive. "You have done very well and good girls deserve reward. When you awaken after your little sedative induced nap, you will awaken as Natalie, the loving devoted wife you were when you arrived here, do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Archibald," Natalie responded.

"But first, your reward darling," Jordan said as she spread Natalie's legs in the chair she was sitting in. "Remember darling, you are glued to the chair. But as your reward, Britt here will pleasure you until you fall to sleep."

Jordan smiled and pointed to the floor between Natalie's feet.

"Britt, kneel here my dear," Jordan commanded. "Britt, put the talented tongue to its best use on Natalie until she falls to sleep."

The red headed slave nodded, looked up an Natalie and smiled, then began her work with her tongue.

"Natalia, remember how wonderful it is to be guided, remember how good girls get rewarded," Jordan said. "Think about how wonderful it is for both of these things as Britt works with you darling."

Natalie said nothing, just sat and let the pleasure build, glued to the chair.

"Natalie, darling, awake at three," Jordan said with a smile.

"One."

When you awake, enjoy the pleasure and the reward of being a good, guided girl, darling."

"Two."

"Let the pleasure build as you are glued to the chair, darling."

"Three."

Natalie awoke from trance and felt the immediate effects of the tongue of Britt doing its work.

Jordan smiled as she watched, as Natalie never opened her eyes, but made unmistakable sounds of arousal and excitement. The domme laughed as the pretty now platinum blonde's head started to nod from the sedative she drank. Britt carried on like a trooper until the pretty wife succumbed to the sedative, the one that claimed her husband.

"Throw a blanket on her, Britt, we don't want him to see her without cuffs," Jordan smiled. "Sit behind them, don't let them see you, come get me when one of them awakens."

The red head nodded, maintaining her silence as commanded by her domme. She sat in a small chair, waited and smiled.

Hours later, Ethan began to shake his head awake, feint sunlight shining in the early morning hour. Britt immediately left, and upon hearing the door closing, Ethan wondered who was behind him. Turning his head, but seeing nothing, Ethan began to call to his wife.

"Nat, Nat NAT! Wake up!" Ethan repeated over and over, to no avail, struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists to the chair, and the wraps around his legs and midsection holding him fast to the chair. Naked.

"Shit..." Ethan said, his wife still out cold, realizing he was cuffed and restrained to a wheelchair, naked, hearing the creak of the door.

"Who's here?" Ethan shouted loudly, demanding to know. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh, Ethan, calm yourself dear, we have a lot to discuss," said a calm, even toned voice he had heard before.

"Jordan Archibald...." Ethan said. "What the fuck is going on..... I will ruin you..."

"Calm down, Inspector," Jordan said, surprising the naked captive.

"What....." Ethan said, his cover obviously blown.

"In due time, Inspector," Jordan said. "Let's wake up sleeping beauty, shall we? Oh and by we I mean me, you be a good boy and stay right there."

Jordan took out a smelling salt and broke it under the nose of the sleeping Natalie.

"Welcome back, Natalie," Jordan said, cupping the chin of the pretty wife, laughing. "I take it you slept well?"

"What... Miss Archibald...." the blonde stammered out.

"Don't worry that pretty little head about a thing," the domme said. "But for now, Natalie's back in charge."

Natalie drew a deep breath in, and opened her eyes wide, saying "Oh my god... what have I done..."

"That's enough for now, darling," Jordan said. "Let's talk about secrets, shall we?"

"What the fuck are you talking about..... Why are we handcuffed to the chair? Let us go NOW!" Ethan said mustering all the bravado he could, in his current condition.

"We will get to that, Ethan, but first let's talk about the secrets that we keep," Jordan said. "I will even start. I am a hypnosis expert and a skilled dominant."

The pair looked at her, eyes wide, speechless.

"Now for the rwo of you. Natalie here, before marrying you, Ethan, was one of the most sought after social media stars out there," Jordan began. "Natalia DiSousa, to be exact. If you look around the room, you see some of your wife's early work."

Jordan flipped the lights on, and all of the pictures of Natalie as Natalia in the room came to focus.

"DId you have any idea, Ethan?" Jordan asked, "Any idea who you married, any idea she gave all that up for you?"

"No... It doesn't matter, I love my wife and she loves me...no matter what," Ethan explained.

"Natalie, darling, tell him why you gave it up," Jordan asked.

"Because I was afraid," Natalie explained. "I was doing things I had never done, I was afraid of the lifestyle, and I was doing this alone. I looked for an excuse to stop, to get out..."

"Uh oh, Ethan, you were an excuse!" Jordan laughed out loud. "Thanks for sharing, Natalie."

Natalie put her head down, and looked at nobody, "Nooo it isn't like that!"

"Don't worry, Natalie, Ethan has his own secret," Jordan said, as she moved closer to Natalie.

"It's a big one," she said, whispering in Natalie's ear.

"Ethan is an Inspector with Interpol," Jordan said. "He has been undercover for what, 8 years now Ethan? I wonder how much of what he told you is true, Natalie...lots of secrets..."

Ethan continued his struggle against his handcuffs, while Natalie sat confused, glued to her seat.

"I don't know about you, all these secrets are tiring, they are so hard to keep after awhile," Jordan said. "But we don't need to worry about that any longer."

"We don't care about any secrets, we just want to be left alone, we just want to get back to our lives..." Ethan reasoned. "Right Nat?"

Natalie never responded, just stared straight down at the floor, confused, tearing up.

"NAT!" Ethan yelled. "COME ON!"

Natalie said nothing.

"Well, I think airing all the secrets has been transformative," Jordan continued. "But let's get to the point. Would you like a demonstration, Ethan?"

"I just want us to get the fuck out of here...." Ethan seethed, naked, cuffed and angry.

"Well, I know you have some time off from Interpol, Inspector," Jordan informed, pulling the blanket from atop of Natalie, who was not cuffed to the chair. "So that gives me plenty of time. And of course, opportunity. Don't get unglued, Inspector."

Natalie, upon hearing the trigger, was free from the chair. As she mentioned the word, Jordan pulled the blanket off of the wife, and Ethan also saw his wife was as naked as he was.

"Run, Nat! Go get help! NOW!" Ethan shouted to his wife, who got up, stood and looked confused, as Jordan moved right in front of her.

"Natalie, please hand me your wedding ring," Jordan asked.

With Ethan shouting for Nat to run, the well conditioned wife simply stopped, took off the ring from her left hand, and handed it to her guide.

"Good girl, Natalia," Jordan said. "Watch the watch, darling."

Jordan held up the watch, and Natalia focused right on it like a laser.

"You see, Ethan, she has been well conditioned while you were away." Jordan said.

SNAP

"Natalia, you will hear only my voice until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?" Jordan said.

"Yes, Miss Archibald," the submissive responded.

"Silence, now, darling," Jordan instructed. "Kneeling position, face Ethan."

Natalia immediately dropped to her knees, faced her husband and began her rhythmic play with her breasts and between her legs.

"So you see Ethan, she is very well conditioned, and was very interested in being pushed in this direction," Jordan said. "Your wife lived a very repressed life. Natalia, however, is always on display, enjoys being guided, is always wanting to please, and always enjoys her rewards."

"What the fuck have you done to her...." Ethan seethed as he frantically tried to escape.

"Oh, Ethan, settle yourself, enjoy the show," Jordan teased. "To be fair, nothing she didn't want to do, I told you she was repressed..."

"Fuck you, bitch..." Ethan continued his ranting. "When I get out of here I will kill you..."

"That's a bit over the top, don't you think?" Jordan said calmly, walking over to her captive and pointing to his enlarging manhood. "But enough. Enjoying watching that pretty wife play?"

Jordan took her nail and ran it along the rising member of the husband who was watching his wife debase herself, kneeling on the floor, hands working overtime on her breasts and between her legs.

"Natalia, stand for me darling," the domme instructed.

Natalia rose and faced Jordan, who was standing next to the seated Ethan. The domme reached out and put her hands between the legs of her submissive, who simply stood, eyes lidded from pleasure.

"See how much she loves this?" Jordan said as she took her wet fingers and waved them in front of the face of the husband. "Care to lick? No?"

Jordan laughed as she pulled her hand away from Ethan's who pulled back and gimaced, instead moving them in front of Natalie.

"Suck, darling," Jordan ordered, and soon the wet fingers were in the mouth of the blonde submissive. "Very good darling. Natalia, when I snap my fingers, you will again sit and be glued to the chair, the only thing you may move is your right hand as you continue to play with yourself. You will wake up as Natalie, the wife who was here when you first arrived."

Natalia nodded.

SNAP

The lithe blonde sat, legs spread in the chair, her right hand continuing its play.

"You are doing well, darling," Jordan cooed in the wife's ear from behind. "Let's take a deeper look at my secret now, shall we?"

Jordan picked up a remote control for a television situated on the wall between the metronome and pocket watch displays. As it roared to life, the domme turned off the volume and narrated it herself.

"Here's your wife at her favorite display, the pocket watch. She's deep in hypnosis, repeating her mantra that she says each time she sits there. Every morning, first thing. And you know what Ethan? She loves it," the domme says.

"What the fuck... you're sick.... My team will find me...." Ethan said, trying to feign confidence.

"Oh Ethan, I know you have been given time off, vacation as it were, and you don't need to contact your handler for a few weeks," Jordan said.