"I knew the only thing I could do to help my friend in her situation, was to get David to transfer his obsession with her... onto me. So... as you saw in the video, we worked together. And that's what we did. Now David is obsessed with his Goddess Callie, and that is the beginning of the explanation as to why you could not get gas with your credit card this morning."
Becky replied, "You're saying that that credit card really does have a 20 thousand dollar balance... it really is maxed out... because of YOU?"
"Yes."
"And you have the nerve to sit here at my dining room table, across from me, and eat my food, and tell me this?"
"Oh. Speaking of food. You'll notice there is a plate for David as well, but he does not have a seat at the table. Becky... be a good girl for me, and go get a large bowl from the kitchen, and bring it in here."
Becky scoffed. I heard nothing for a long moment, then I heard Becky, in a steely voice, say, "Get it yourself."
I could hear Mandy take another bite of her food. I heard her chew and swallow. I heard her take a sip of wine, and swallow. Then I heard her say, "Becky. Go to the kitchen. Get a large bowl. Bring it in here. Put the bowl on the table. Then sit back down."
From my hands and knees, on the floor, I could see under the table, and watched Becky's foot thump up and down, silently, in nervous anger. It seemed like a full minute passed, and then Becky's foot stopped. I saw her push back her chair, and rise, to walk around behind me, into the kitchen.
When she came back in, she plopped the bowl onto the table, where it clattered a little before coming to rest. She angrily re-seated herself. "There! There's your bowl!"
"Good girl," came Mandy's calm reply.
"Ugh. You may not know this ... *miss* ... but David and I have three children. The *youngest* is our daughter. And she is probably older than you! So I am NOT taking orders from a girl younger than my daughter!"
In actuality, our daughter was 23, and Mandy was probably 25 at the time. But Mandy was not baited into discussing such details with my wife. Rather, she simply replied, "Becky. Here is David's plate. Be a good girl, and cut up his meat, and then dump the whole plate into the bowl. He is going to eat from the bowl like a dog."
"Since you're determined to steal my husband, YOU cut up his food, you little ... "
"Ahhhhhh... Be careful. I suppose it'd be all right if you said 'little goddess', but I doubt that's what you were thinking. Now. Let's lose the attitude, my dear. Cut up his food, so he can eat it like a dog. Wouldn't you like to see that, anyway? Your husband eating like the dog he is?"
"I am not playing your little ga-"
"Becky," Mandy snapped, firmly but calmly. "Hush. Stop talking back to me. Cut up... his food."
Above me I could hear that Becky was sliding my plate across the table, to start cutting up my portion of pork chop. Then Mandy said, "Now David. I'm about to give you a command, and you may speak in reply to it. After that, I want you to be silent again. Crawl into the living room and get those credit card statements that are in there. Bring them back here on your back."
"Yes, Goddess Callie."
As I crawled away, I heard Becky scoff, and begin scraping the fork and knife on the plate, in angry cutting motion. "You disgust me, David, you DISGUST ME! I DO wanna see you eat like a dog, YOU LYING BASTARD!!"
"That's the spirit," said Mandy.
When I returned, Mandy had Becky place the bowl on the floor in front of me, and I began eating the mixed-up mess. Meanwhile, Mandy showed Becky the credit card statements and discussed the various charges, and how they corresponded to clothes and cosmetics purchases, dinners, manicures, and various equipment she needed for her career, which, she said, was "webcam girl" and "fetish video merchant".
She explained to Becky that our other credit cards were probably close to being maxed out as well, and that she had made me apply for an additional credit card Becky didn't know about, and it was probably nearly maxed as well. She assured Becky that our savings account was likely completely wiped out, and that it was likely I had begun to try and liquidate some of our retirement accounts as well.
Upon hearing all this, Becky flung herself out of her chair and onto the floor beside me. "Oh my god, David!" she screamed, as she began pounding her fists on my back, "You've ruined us!! Oh my gahhhhhhhd, oh my gahhhhhd, how could you do this!?!?!!"
As she beat on my back, Mandy calmly said, "Keep eating, David, and just take it. You deserve it."
When Becky was done, she prostrated herself on the floor beside me, on her stomach, laying her head on one forearm. I watched her prone, sobbing form, as I calmly munched from my bowl. In a moment I saw Mandy's hand come down, holding the glass of diluted tea, and she poured it into the bowl, atop the remaining food. "You must be thirsty, David. There you go."
My poor wife sobbed and wailed. The future she had envisioned for us had evaporated in a mere two hours. She was right. We were ruined. She was right. I was a lying bastard. She was right. I was a horrible, disgusting person for doing this to her.
When I finished lapping up the tea in the bowl, and then eating the soggy mess below, I just raised my head up, and waited on hands and knees for "Goddess Callie"'s next order. Mandy had long ago finished her dinner. She sat patiently while Becky continued to sob on the floor in despair. Once the sobbing evolved into more of a gentle whimper, Mandy said, with a touch of sympathy in her voice, "Becky... I know it seems like your future is just ruined... but it's not. Goddess Callie has a way out of all this. Let's get up from the floor, OK? Goddess Callie taketh away. But she also giveth. Why don't you be a good girl, and crawl over here to Goddess Callie, and let me wipe away your tears."
Something incredible happened to me as I listened to Mandy talk to my wife this way. My dick started to stiffen inside the chastity tube. I heard renewed vigorous sobbing from Becky, as she listened to Mandy speak to her like a little child in need of a mother's comfort. I thought, My god, the audacity of this incredible young woman!
"You've done this to us, too!" Becky wailed, shouting into her arm.
"Yes, I have," Mandy replied. "But I can make it all better. So come on. Crawl to Goddess Callie, on your hands and knees, and let me tell you how to save your future."
Becky sobbed pitifully, as I watched, transfixed, from my hands-and-knees position.
Becky and I met each other in our first year at Bellewood College. We were each 18 years old. I majored in education; she had intended to be a nursing major. I proposed to her during our sophomore year, and we married at age 20. We lived in student housing, and when Becky became pregnant with our first child, she dropped out of college. When our oldest son was a few months old, she began working part-time in the office of an insurance company.
After I graduated, we moved to Trentstown so I could enroll in a masters program at Trentstown University, and I also began teaching at Pantana High School. Our second and third children came. We decided three was enough, so when our daughter was about a year old, Becky returned to work full-time, in the office of a medical supply company. She has worked there for 22 years, and for the last 19, I've worked at TCC.
We bought our house when we were 25, with a 20-year mortgage which is now paid off. We raised our children in this house we have lived in for 24 years. Fortunately for us, my financial irresponsiblity over the last 8 or 9 months has, at least, not driven me to take out another mortgage on the home.
All three of our children graduated from Pantana High and then went on to college. Our daughter went to TU, and graduated last year, after which she got married. She lives on the other side of Trentstown. She and her husband have no children yet. Our two sons live in other states. Each is married, and each has two children. So Becky and I have four grandchildren.
As I watched my wife cry, I wondered if she was also thinking of our children. What would they think if they came into our dining room right now, and saw their father naked on hands and knees, their mother lying face-down sobbing nearby, and an imperious young woman sitting at our dining room table drinking wine?
After tonight, I held out no hope for being able to keep my children's respect. Mandy had exposed me to Katherine. Then she exposed me to all my colleagues at work. Then she exposed me to my wife. I was certain my children were next, and, apart from possibly future students, there would be no one left to respect me.
But there was hope for Becky. She could file for divorce, hire a good attorney who could gather clear evidence of my infidelity, sue for alimony, keep our house... She could have our children's and grandchildren's love, respect, and sympathy. All she had to do tonight, was get up off the floor, leave our house, and drive to our daughter's house.
Of course Mandy knew, too, that Becky had that option. But... Mandy must have something else in mind, I realized. The divorce option would not require Becky to crawl across the floor to Goddess Callie. So what WAS Mandy's alternative?
Evidently, Becky wondered the same thing. Weakly, she pushed her upper body up off the floor. She bent herself back to sit on her heels. She sighed. She glanced at me, red-faced and sad, and whimpered once more when she saw me, emotionless and completely under Mandy's spell.
Then she pivoted forward, placed her hands flat on the floor, and with one last sob, began to crawl in Mandy's direction.
When Becky reached her, Mandy said, "Theeeere you go. That's a good girl. Come here. Let me wipe your tears. Everything's going to be OK. You'll see." I watched my wife's ass, and heard her continue to sniffle, as Mandy wiped her tears, and stroked her hair. She had Becky lay her head in her lap, saying, "Shhh. Shhhhh. It's OK. That's a good girl." My dick twitched against the steel chastity tube.
Once Becky seemed calm, Mandy said, "David. I want you to lie on your back, and I want you to slide yourself up between Becky's knees." I obeyed, almost saying, "Yes, Goddess Callie," but then remembering that I was still supposed to be silent.
When my head was between Becky's knees, Mandy said, "Now, David. I want you to reach up and unfasten Becky's jeans, and then slide them off of her. Becky, honey... I want you to lift up your knees so David can get those jeans off of you."
When Becky's jeans were off, Mandy said, "Now, David. Slide Becky's panties off of her. Good boy. Now, David, you just lie there, and keep your mouth shut. Becky, I want you to lower yourself down and sit on your lying bastard husband's face. Just use his head as a seat. That's all you need to do. Just sit on his face while Goddess Callie tells you how we're gonna work this all out. There you go. Good girl. If you get upset, you can just *grind* yourself on his face if you want. Don't worry about whether he can breathe. He doesn't deserve to breathe anyway, does he? The lying, cheating dog. Try not to break his nose or anything, we don't wanna have to deal with the emergency room tonight on top of everything else. But otherwise, you just bounce, and pound his face, or grind on it, or whatever you wanna do. If he moves his head out from under, trying to get a breath, you just feel free to slap him hard! And tell him to get his head back under there!"
Hearing this talk, and smelling Becky's pussy, and feeling her weight on my face, was making my dick twitch, and drool all over the dining room rug. At first Becky rested her full weight, and simply shifted forward and back. It was indeed very difficult to breathe. After a while, she did start to bounce a little, occasionally with some force, and grind around, rotating herself on my face.
Unlike the rest of the evening's proceedings, I was not able to hear what followed completely. I was too busy fighting for air most of the time. As Mandy explained her plan to Becky, I thrashed about, occasionally freeing my head and gasping. And Becky had no misgivings about slapping me when I did, and commanding, "Get back under there, you cheating bastard!"
But from what I *could* make out of the conversation, Mandy, hereafter always known to both of us as Goddess Callie, proposed that, as she had quite a bit of money (thanks to me), and had been saving it, she could certainly afford a down payment on a house, and she was in the market for one. Her apartment was not big enough to enable her to devote a nice, large space to her webcamming. She offered to buy our house at fair market value. If Becky desired, she could use the proceeds of the sale of the house to leave me and get a new start. But she knew that neither I nor Becky wanted to subject our children to a future without both of their parents, or a future in which their parents were divorced. Furthermore, despite Becky *herself* having now discovered what a worthless, lying, disgusting, selfish bastard I was, Callie knew that Becky would not want her children and grandchildren to have to bear that same knowledge.
So, Callie continued, Becky could exercise the option of taking the proceeds of the house sale, and going her own way. But, she warned, if Becky divorced me, and attempted to get alimony from me, Callie would make me quit my job, and I would have no income to come after, and of course would have no retirement or other assets once Callie liquidated them. "He will just live with me, here in this house, as my slave, and my maid, getting fed from bowls on the floor, until he dies, penniless."
But, if she instead chose to stay married to me, then both of us would live in the house as her slaves. But Becky would be a much more privileged slave, allowed to sleep in a comfortable bed, allowed to eat from plates and use silverware, allowed to drink from glasses, allowed to make plans and go out socially, allowed to go on dates, even! (This part Callie attempted to sell with much enthusiasm.) And Becky would have free reign to boss her husband around, giving him any orders that did not contradict or nullify whatever orders Goddess Callie gave. "In my absence, or even in my presence, you have full authority to punish him for any disobedience or infractions, in any way you choose."
Though Callie would control all the money coming into the house, she would provide Becky with a generous allowance. She would allow both of us to travel to see our children and grandchildren at holiday times. "You will be in complete charge of David, but in front of your family, you can pretend that everything is just peachy. When you retire to the guest rooms in their houses, you can sleep in the bed, and make your slave hubby sleep on the floor, hahaha!" Our children could also visit the house (Callie's house) for a few days in total, each year, and some of the time Callie might be present, so she would simply be explained as a boarder, to which we rented a room.
And best of all, Becky would be allowed to cum any time she wanted, with anyone she wanted, in any way she wanted, and ... best-best-BEST! of all... Becky would be the sole owner of her miserable husband's chastity tube key!
My eyes, already wide from near-suffocation, widenened even more when I heard Callie say that! But when Becky heard it, there was a different response. I could smell her pussy more strongly, and she began to sort of squish it onto, and against, my nose. Soon I could feel wetness on my nose, and before long, my wife was smearing her pussy juices all over my face, panting and grinding until she came, sort of doubling over forward, throwing her arms across Callie's lap and moaning in pleasure.
By the end of that summer, Becky and I had closed on the sale of our house. The buyer's signature line read "Amanda Caledonia Murphy". Mail that came to our house, or rather, Mandy/Callie's house, after that, was addressed to "AC MURPHY". Callie took over our master bedroom, redecorating it and making it hers. She took my office and made it into her camming room. I was no longer allowed a home office, as Becky decided that I would no longer be allowed to do any TCC work from home. Becky came up with the idea of selling my car, and converting the proceeds into part of Callie's wardrobe. I was expected to ride the bus to and from work, and do all my work on campus and bring none home. This way, once I walked from the bus stop and came in the house, I would be available for both women to boss me around.
As a result I did all of the household chores, inside and out, while my wife, and my goddess, enjoyed themselves. Becky took our daughter's old bedroom for hers. I had no bedroom, and Callie let Becky decide where I would sleep, as long as it was not in a bed. Becky agreed wholeheartedly that I did not deserve a bed anyway, and most nights I slept on the floor beside Becky's bed, so that any time of the night, if Becky woke up and found herself horny, she could snap her fingers to have me wake up, slither up between her legs, and lick her pussy to orgasm. Or, if she preferred, she could slide off the bed and onto my face, and grind away until satisfied.
The only time I ever got to "empty my balls" was when Callie wanted to make a fetish video, for sale from her internet video site, showing a helpless slave in chastity, brought to a painful squirt thanks to a hitachi wand applied to his balls. Needless to say, I was forced to drink my issue afterward. Becky had never seen that part, when Callie first shocked her with a video in our living room. But when she saw Callie do it to me live, she loved it!
Other than the occasional hitachi treatment, I was allowed NO pleasure. Callie turned the key to my chastity tube over to Becky, and I never saw it again. In addition to Becky demanding oral service on a regular basis, now and then Callie would bring a date back, and fuck him in our old bedroom. Sometimes Becky would be in the bedroom with them, as a kind of handmaiden for both of them. It's likely she joined in the sex during some of these trysts, if the man wanted it. But what Becky absolutely adored was to come out of the bedroom with Callie, while Callie's date lay exhausted in our old bed, and make me lie down so Callie could squat over my face and let the man's cum run into my open mouth. Callie would return to the bedroom, but Becky would remain, to slap me, and kick me, and tell me what a disgusting perverted pig I was, as I swallowed the man's jizz.
But while I was constantly horny, and forever denied relief, Callie unlocked all kinds of dormant passion in my wife. True to her word, she allowed Becky to cum any way she wanted, any time she wanted. She was not heavy-handed, nor even very demanding, with Becky, who quickly became a very willing slave, very eager to please her goddess. So there was never really anything to punish Becky for. But Callie introduced her to paddles and whips and bondage, mainly for play. Becky liked it so much that she, too, applied to the camming website, calling herself SubSlutShannon, and she started camming with SexyCallie in the evenings, posing as Callie's "mommy slut slave". While all sorts of sexy sounds emanated from my old office, I, the real slave, would spend the evening toiling away, scrubbing floors, and doing laundry and dishes and such.
Callie lived in luxury off of three incomes, and made it clear to us that there would be no retirement for us. No leisurely years, no condo in Florida, no traveling the country in a motor home. If we got too old and sickly to be useful to her, she told us she would persuade our children to put us in nursing homes, one, and then the other. Once we were both in, she would tell our children that we were their problem, and guess what? Their parents' house doesn't actually belong to them; it belongs to me, and has for years. Your parents' stuff is in such-and-such storage garage; you have a month until my payment on it lapses, and you can take it over. And then, so long, suckers.
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