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The Perfect Wife (September's Exclusive Scene)
🕑 Added 2020-09-29 23:58:13 +0000 UTCCharlotte was living life at its fullest. On this lovely Saturday morning for instance, she had slept in to recover from yesterday’s pool party. Later she had her maid serve her an incredible breakfast in the winter garden while the rest of the servants cleaned up the chaos the night had left behind in the mansion. At only 21 years of age Charlotte already had everything she ever wanted, all thanks to her loving husband. She was married to the great James John Jefferson III., heir to the Jefferson Steel Company and worth billions of dollars. JJ was known to be into beautiful women: he had been married to four angel-like creatures, and while all of them were in their twenties when they had said yes, JJ had turned 62 in the meantime. Each of his marriages had ended up in a messy divorce. Since he was also known for the prenuptial agreements his lawyers arranged, he had left all his exes with nothing more than they had come with. With Charlotte, however, it had been entirely different from the beginning…
After she had taken a long and relaxing bath, finally able to shake of that horrible alcohol-induced dizziness, Charlotte decided to take a little stroll. She was heading towards a remote corner of the property where the previous owners had installed an old storm shelter. Basically, it was a bunker hidden in the ground, accessible only via two heavy steel doors. When closed, the shelter’s entrance was barely noticeable. Charlotte pushed a button somewhere in the concrete frame and the doors opened with a hydraulic buzzing sound. The young wife descended downstairs into a cold, dimly lit hallway and after passing another steel door, she entered the main room. Her husband was still where she had left him yesterday and he was still in the state he himself had wished to be kept in. This was, amongst other things, the main aspect JJ’s marriage with Charlotte was different from his previous ones. To her, the powerful billionaire had opened up about his fetish for bondage, his craving to be dominated, to be sexually teased and denied for prolonged periods of time. To be powerless, once and for all, and completely dependent on her whim.
Simple sessions had not been enough for JJ anymore. He wanted to totally give up control about his life and wanted Charlotte not only to be his wife. He wanted to be her helpless prisoner. He had found the right person to fulfill his dreams. And after a year of careful preparations, his retreat from the public and all official positions and – most importantly – going through a bureaucratic hassle to have himself declared legally incapacitated, making his wife the only one to decide about his treatments and accommodation, he had finally gotten what he wanted. He had been down here for a week, bound and teased by hired models, and started revoking all his decisions after just a few days. Now, he was agitated, his Penis straining in its tight leather harness, leaking precum. On Charlottes orders, the girls had ungagged him so they could talk. “Hi Honey!”, she said, “Are you enjoying yourself in your man cave?” JJ was growling. He stared at his wife with exhausted, pleading eyes, his body covered in sweat. “No!”, he screamed, “Fuck no! I can not stand this any longer! I want to abort, get me out of this!” Charlotte smiled. “But your throbbing cock is telling another story, haha!"
“Strawberry! Code Red! Seriously Charlotte, I want out!” The old man followed her movements as she slowly circled the board he was strapped to “Oh, your safewords? That’s adorable! You told me you would probably say that. You also made it very clear you didn’t want me to give in, under any circumstances. This was your fantasy, remember?” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean it like that, I… was just a horny idiot! I… I know it might have sounded like I knew what I was getting into, but I didn’t! I had no idea you…” She interrupted him. “I would book the best girls you could possibly think of? Beautiful models specialized in tease and denial? Well, but I have! According to your wishes! To make you absolutely regret this, cause it had always been your ultimate fantasy. I found some of the girls you enjoyed to jerk off to on the internet. They used to tie up and tease men for a couple of hours at most to shoot their videos. Now they’re here all for you, all the time. Did you really think I wouldn’t have better things to do with my time once I got you trapped down here? I have a lot of money to spend, you made sure of that. These girls will edge you again and again and again. They will never let you cum.”
“Charlotte, listen to me: I do not want this any longer! What you’re doing is kidnapping! You could go to jail for this!” Now, she laughed at her increasingly desperate husband. “You told me you would definitely say that! You’ve instructed me well, I know exactly what to do! All the legal paperwork leaves no doubt in the fact you did this to yourself. I mean, if anyone ever finds out. You really left no traces at all. Disappearing from you company to find peace in early retirement. You made everyone think you left to the French Southcoast to blow you money on gambling and girls! You took so many precautions to make sure your fantasy would be fulfilled to the worst extent. I just want to make it crystal clear to you that you only got yourself to blame. You’ve very carefully and intricately set things up so that you can never escape. Part of that was to leave me absolutely no intention to free you – well, other than mercy. Um, you put your money on the wrong horse, honey!”
“Jesus!”, he gasped, “But… why do you even care? You’ve got everything! If you want me out of the way, that’s one thing, but why this?” Charlotte kneeled and gently caressed his sensitive nipple. “Oh, you really don’t know? Because I am two things: a good wife. And a sadistic bitch. I must confess, I’m totally getting off on this power I have now. So though I’ll inherit your entire fortune when you die, I’m in no hurry! As you said, I already have everything I want. But most of all, I want to fulfill your stupid last wish of endless torture and imprisonment!” As she got up again and called the girls in, JJ’s face was in utter shock. Finally, the terrible realization had set in. He was not going to get out of this. He started screaming and thrashing when his torturers approached “No! Stop this! This is against my will, I do not consent! You’ll all go to jail for this! I want you to un-MMMPPPHHH!!!” Ashlynn, the pink haired beauty fastened the hood and a huge dildo-gag around his head, silencing his protests while the blue-haired Hannah got into position between his legs. “Hush now”, Ashlynn said, straddling his head “We know you are kept here against your will and want to get out! You know you won’t! Now give me a good fuck, prisoner, unless you want me to use the shock wand again!”
Charlotte stayed a while longer as her husband frantically moved his head as good as he could, while Ashlynn pushed her pussy up and down the thick fake shaft. All directly in front of his watering eyes. Simultaneously, Hannah started stroking the sweet spot on his cock head with just a single finger. She did it ever so slowly while with each stroke, another pearl of precum streamed down his bound dick. Hannah apparently had caught Charlotte’s interested look. “Don’t worry”, she said, and she could as well have meant JJ, “We’re the best. We never ever spill a drop of cum. This is only his 23rd edge of today, I can read his body signs like a book. I promise he’ll never have a single orgasm in his life unless you want him to have one. And we could make even that very, very frustrating!” Charlotte nodded, smiling. “I’ll think of it. Let’s see how I feel next weekend!” And with that, she left her husband to his ongoing suffering. His muffled cries where soon hard to hear between Ashlynn’s moans as she forced his dildo-gag deeper into her pussy, riding the helpless man’s face to another orgasm of her own.
Charlotte rose from the shadows of the shelter that had become the lifelong prison of a once powerful man. The warm sunlight was comforting her, making her feel more alive than ever before, and when the large steel doors closed behind her, her mind had already wandered off to more pleasant thoughts. Maybe she would just skip next weekend’s visit.
