Peter Learns How to Behave. Chapter III
This chapter is written but may receive some tweaks
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Cindy casually strolled back upstairs after a few minutes, and Peter had returned to clear away breakfast. She completely ignored him and entered their bedroom. She shrugged off the bathrobe and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her pubes were growing a little already and she decided to keep it trimmed neatly in future. No more pandering to Peter with a bald pussy. She ran her fingers down her body, until she was teasing her clit. It didn't take much to get her worked up after the pure enjoyment of being such a horrible bitch to Peter and she lay on the bed, and bought herself to a second noisy orgasm that morning.
Peter worked in the Kitchen cleaning up, and looked up hearing his Wife climax, going red with embarrassment that he had never managed to give her that pleasure in all their years of marriage. He went to touch his dick, thinking of his wife's pussy but stopped himself just in time, remembering the instruction not to touch himself, well aware that their home's security system had pretty much every square inch of the house covered with cameras.......cameras that his wife had promised to monitor to make sure he was doing as he was told. He sighed heavily in frustration and put his hands back in the washing up bowl.
After Cindy recovered, she slowly got dressed, feeling so good in her smart outfit, and sexy underwear. Then she wandered downstairs, made sure she had everything she needed before taking out her car keys, and turning briefly to Peter in the kitchen "Don't let me down Peter, and remember I want dinner on the table at 7PM. Then she walked haughtily straight out of the house without another word and slid into her BMW to drive to the head office, listening to Beethoven's Pastoral, feeling totally relaxed, and happier than she could remember being in years.
Peter listened to Cindy drive away, feeling helpless to save himself from what was quickly becoming more than he could have imagined. His dick was telling him everything was great while his brain was telling him he should run.....but he knew he couldn't because a divorce would ruin him, and anyway his dick was loving it. He finally finished in the kitchen and headed to the office with the cleaning materials he needed and started deep cleaning. every few minutes he glanced at his computer, wanting so much to go online and see if he could speak with his online Dominatrix. But he knew two security cameras were in the office and would catch him in the act if he did. He moaned aloud in frustration and kept cleaning.
Cindy walked into work, offered a cheery good morning to the receptionist, Penny and stuck her head in Simon's office greeting him and suggesting they had lunch together as she wanted to have a chat. Then she went into her Peter's office and started getting herself up to date, thinking "it is not his office any longer. It is mine" and smiling. After a couple of hours she had a break, and searched online to find a store in the area that could supply BDSM equipment, and then finding a tattoo and piercing artist who she rang, and after 30 minutes of chat made a booking for that Sunday when it would the artist would not usually be working. It would cost quite a bit more but it would be worth it.
At 1 o'clock she walked out with Simon, to a small restaurant only a couple of hundred yards away from their offices, and over dinner Cindy explained that Peter would be taking a back seat in future and that she herself would be taking the reins. She assured Simon she was pleased with the way he ran the business day to day, and if anything he would have more freedom, as she was not the micro manager Peter had been.Simon was a little shocked as he had had no forewarning of any of this but was totally reassured by Cindy confident and easy going manner. Besides which, he had always found Cindy attractive despite her being 10 years older, and right now, the way she was dressed, he was pretty sure he would be thinking of her tonight when he was fucking his wife.
When they got back to the office, Cindy had a few words with Penny to inform her what was happening, and the name on Peter's old office was changed to Cindy Powers. Then she shut herself back in her office again to get more work done, pausing only to reflect she had an impression Simon had the hots for her despite being married to a pretty young thing, and storing it away in the back of her memory in case it might be useful later on.
Peter had increasingly focused on the computer while cleaning and ultimately gave in, praying that Cindy would not check the whole days security footage. He messaged his online Dominatrix, but frustratingly got no answer, so in the end he turned it all off again, and spent most of the time afterwards wishing he hadn't given in to temptation. It had gained him nothing but the fear of some unspoken punishment. In the end that got him so worked up, he absentmindedly stroked his dick two or three times before remembering and letting go, in a panic. He went back to cleaning, trying to put thoughts of his Wife out of his head. By the time he was finished it was 4PM, and he turned his attention to dinner, preparing Spaghetti Bolognese and making a mental note, he would have to get drastically better at cooking if this was going to be a regular thing. When he went to set the table he became unsure what to do as he seemed to recall his Wife wanted her dinner on the table at 7PM, but did not mention whether he would be sitting at the same table. In the end he set himself a place, reasoning he wouldn't use it if that was what she wanted but he did not want to give her ideas if she was expecting him at the table.
Cindy left the office just after 4PM, content from a productive first days work, and headed to the store she had found earlier for BDSM equipment. Once there, she spent a couple of hours looking around and choosing items - two canes, two paddles, a tawse, assorted cuffs and chains, clover clamps and a collar. She also picked up a special chastity cage that was specifically for use with a Prince Albert piercing and totally inescapable, which she was saving until after she had gotten Peter pierced. The assistant behind the counter, Melody, looked like she had only just turned 18 but was very knowledgeable and helpful, not to mention very enthusiastic, suggesting Cindy got a set of butt plugs that increased in size, to which Cindy agreed. When Cindy had paid and was leaving, Melody encouraged her to give her slave hell, and offered to help, if she ever needed it. Cindy grinned evilly "maybe I'll take you up on that" and waved goodbye.
Peter heard Cindy's car pull up at 15 minutes to 7 and rushed around quickly, checking everything was looking correct, and then felt the need to kneel at the front door to welcome her home, most likely because he had had a raging erection all day long.
Cindy marched in, barely glancing at Peter, but heading straight for the lounge to relax "get me a glass of wine Peter and then get all the shopping out of my car and bring it here". She sat down and removed her shoes, and looked around. She had not checked the security cameras yet to see if he had been obedient. She wanted to force him to admit any transgressions without bothering to look by the simple expedient of promising a punishment many times worse if he lied.
Peter came back with the shopping bags and put them beside Cindy. Cindy looked at the table, then at Peter very coldly "I said I wanted my dinner at 7PM. I did not mention you. Clear your table setting away and then get my dinner. You will not be eating tonight.
Peter dashed about finally arriving with Cindy's dinner at 2 minutes past. Cindy glanced at her watch. "You are late. I said 7PM. You will be punished for this later Peter, and any other transgressions we find. Now get under the table and massage my feet while I eat my dinner".
Peter crawled under the table and got to work gently massaging Cindy's feet, swallowing with fear at how this was all turning out. When Cindy started talking again, it did nothing to calm his fear "Peter, things are going to change around here. You are a complete disappointment, so I am going to break you down and rebuild you as the loving slave I know you can be. You are going to suffer, and I will inflict more pain on you than you can imagine for any disobedience. You will be stripped of your humanity. You will be my property in every sense of the word" Cindy glanced under the table "and I see your dick is excited for this" and laughed cruelly. "We will start simply. You will no longer use the name Peter. You will answer to the name slave, or any other name I chose to give you. Over time you will completely forget your old name. You will always address me as Mistress. And next is our bedroom. It is now my bedroom. you will clear out the cupboard under the stairs and that will be used as your bedroom slave. I know we have five proper bedrooms, but they are for people, not slaves. You will throw all your clothes out except one pair of jeans, one top and one pair of shoes, for anytime I have to take you out. Otherwise you will remain here forever, naked, serving me."
Cindy finished her dinner, and walked back to the sofa with her wine to relax. "get out from under the table, clear dinner away and then get your new bedroom sorted out and your clothes thrown away. you are allowed one blanket and one pillow for your bed"
Cindy went upstairs and got changed out of her suit, completely ignoring her slave, putting all his clothes in bin bags, and slipped into panties and a baggy t shirt before going back downstairs and having a nap for an hour while her slave did as he was told. When she awoke, her slave was just finishing up "Come here slave" she said sharply "kneel in front of me, hands on head. Keep your eyes downcast. you should never look at me without being told to" Cindy paused for effect
"Now slave. Tell me about today. Have you made any transgression deserving of punishment? You would be best to tell me. If I find you have lied when I check the camera footage, I will have you castrated, and force feed you your own testicles"
Her slave almost fainted in terror at the threat which he could see was a serious promise if he did lie. He quickly recalled what happened in the office and admitted it immediately "I....I went online for a few minutes Mistress, when I was supposed to be cleaning the office, and a little later I forgot your order momentarily and stroked my dick two or three times before remembering and stopping.
Cindy broke in, tut tutting "what were you doing online? I want to know everything, or it will be the worst for you"
slave shivered, terrified "I....I was trying to contact an online dominatrix I had been talking to Mistress. she encouraged me to act more submissively towards you a while ago"
Cindy leaned forward and slapped her slave across the face as hard as she could "you dirty pig. cheating on me as well? You will regret that. Now write down everything about your computer. Sites you are on, passwords I need to know...literally anything you think I don't know about. And remember, hiding counts as lying and I already told you that will get you castrated."
Cindy got up, went and put on a pair of trainers, and returned. Her slave was kneeling forward writing everything down for her "get your ass in the air, knees apart slave" she ordered. her slave obeyed and without warning, she kicked him as hard as she could between his legs. Her slave screamed in agony and curled up in a fetal position clutching his balls. Cindy shouted at him enraged "get back to writing you fucking piece of shit, or I'll really hurt you"
Her slave almost pissed himself he was so scared and quickly got back to work, silent tears of agony streaming down his face. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." and he wrote faster, feeling his balls swell with the bruising from the kick, before finally handing the paper to Mistress.
Cindy read down what was written, and saw everything she knew about regarding the computer. The hidden bank accounts were missing, so he obviously thought they were safe. She needed to point out that may not be so. "I see all this information about the computer. Is there anything else slave? any hidden assets perhaps? Remember this will be your last chance to tell me and not get castrated for lying."
Her slave went white, realizing she must know something and he took the paper back and resignedly wrote down some account details and also a lakeside property she knew nothing about. Cindy saw this and smiled at the bonus asset. She read the paper through again. "This had better be it slave, you have no more chances. We will start transferring all these assets to me over the next few weeks slave. You as a slave have no right to own anything "
She sat back and stared coldly at her slave "Now we have your punishment for today to administer. I think you know I'm serious now and the punishment will be harsh. I am going to cane your ass and thighs 120 times. Also as a result of you touching your dick, on Sunday I am going to get you a Prince Albert piercing so I can put you in chastity that can not be cheated out of."
Her slave wept silent tears of helplessness, hearing her words, beginning to understand the rest of his life was going to be a nightmare of his wife's choosing. His dick hardened again at the thought, having recovered from the vicious kick from his Mistress.
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Cindy casually strolled back upstairs after a few minutes, and Peter had returned to clear away breakfast. She completely ignored him and entered their bedroom. She shrugged off the bathrobe and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her pubes were growing a little already and she decided to keep it trimmed neatly in future. No more pandering to Peter with a bald pussy. She ran her fingers down her body, until she was teasing her clit. It didn't take much to get her worked up after the pure enjoyment of being such a horrible bitch to Peter and she lay on the bed, and bought herself to a second noisy orgasm that morning.
Peter worked in the Kitchen cleaning up, and looked up hearing his Wife climax, going red with embarrassment that he had never managed to give her that pleasure in all their years of marriage. He went to touch his dick, thinking of his wife's pussy but stopped himself just in time, remembering the instruction not to touch himself, well aware that their home's security system had pretty much every square inch of the house covered with cameras.......cameras that his wife had promised to monitor to make sure he was doing as he was told. He sighed heavily in frustration and put his hands back in the washing up bowl.
After Cindy recovered, she slowly got dressed, feeling so good in her smart outfit, and sexy underwear. Then she wandered downstairs, made sure she had everything she needed before taking out her car keys, and turning briefly to Peter in the kitchen "Don't let me down Peter, and remember I want dinner on the table at 7PM. Then she walked haughtily straight out of the house without another word and slid into her BMW to drive to the head office, listening to Beethoven's Pastoral, feeling totally relaxed, and happier than she could remember being in years.
Peter listened to Cindy drive away, feeling helpless to save himself from what was quickly becoming more than he could have imagined. His dick was telling him everything was great while his brain was telling him he should run.....but he knew he couldn't because a divorce would ruin him, and anyway his dick was loving it. He finally finished in the kitchen and headed to the office with the cleaning materials he needed and started deep cleaning. every few minutes he glanced at his computer, wanting so much to go online and see if he could speak with his online Dominatrix. But he knew two security cameras were in the office and would catch him in the act if he did. He moaned aloud in frustration and kept cleaning.
Cindy walked into work, offered a cheery good morning to the receptionist, Penny and stuck her head in Simon's office greeting him and suggesting they had lunch together as she wanted to have a chat. Then she went into her Peter's office and started getting herself up to date, thinking "it is not his office any longer. It is mine" and smiling. After a couple of hours she had a break, and searched online to find a store in the area that could supply BDSM equipment, and then finding a tattoo and piercing artist who she rang, and after 30 minutes of chat made a booking for that Sunday when it would the artist would not usually be working. It would cost quite a bit more but it would be worth it.
At 1 o'clock she walked out with Simon, to a small restaurant only a couple of hundred yards away from their offices, and over dinner Cindy explained that Peter would be taking a back seat in future and that she herself would be taking the reins. She assured Simon she was pleased with the way he ran the business day to day, and if anything he would have more freedom, as she was not the micro manager Peter had been.Simon was a little shocked as he had had no forewarning of any of this but was totally reassured by Cindy confident and easy going manner. Besides which, he had always found Cindy attractive despite her being 10 years older, and right now, the way she was dressed, he was pretty sure he would be thinking of her tonight when he was fucking his wife.
When they got back to the office, Cindy had a few words with Penny to inform her what was happening, and the name on Peter's old office was changed to Cindy Powers. Then she shut herself back in her office again to get more work done, pausing only to reflect she had an impression Simon had the hots for her despite being married to a pretty young thing, and storing it away in the back of her memory in case it might be useful later on.
Peter had increasingly focused on the computer while cleaning and ultimately gave in, praying that Cindy would not check the whole days security footage. He messaged his online Dominatrix, but frustratingly got no answer, so in the end he turned it all off again, and spent most of the time afterwards wishing he hadn't given in to temptation. It had gained him nothing but the fear of some unspoken punishment. In the end that got him so worked up, he absentmindedly stroked his dick two or three times before remembering and letting go, in a panic. He went back to cleaning, trying to put thoughts of his Wife out of his head. By the time he was finished it was 4PM, and he turned his attention to dinner, preparing Spaghetti Bolognese and making a mental note, he would have to get drastically better at cooking if this was going to be a regular thing. When he went to set the table he became unsure what to do as he seemed to recall his Wife wanted her dinner on the table at 7PM, but did not mention whether he would be sitting at the same table. In the end he set himself a place, reasoning he wouldn't use it if that was what she wanted but he did not want to give her ideas if she was expecting him at the table.
Cindy left the office just after 4PM, content from a productive first days work, and headed to the store she had found earlier for BDSM equipment. Once there, she spent a couple of hours looking around and choosing items - two canes, two paddles, a tawse, assorted cuffs and chains, clover clamps and a collar. She also picked up a special chastity cage that was specifically for use with a Prince Albert piercing and totally inescapable, which she was saving until after she had gotten Peter pierced. The assistant behind the counter, Melody, looked like she had only just turned 18 but was very knowledgeable and helpful, not to mention very enthusiastic, suggesting Cindy got a set of butt plugs that increased in size, to which Cindy agreed. When Cindy had paid and was leaving, Melody encouraged her to give her slave hell, and offered to help, if she ever needed it. Cindy grinned evilly "maybe I'll take you up on that" and waved goodbye.
Peter heard Cindy's car pull up at 15 minutes to 7 and rushed around quickly, checking everything was looking correct, and then felt the need to kneel at the front door to welcome her home, most likely because he had had a raging erection all day long.
Cindy marched in, barely glancing at Peter, but heading straight for the lounge to relax "get me a glass of wine Peter and then get all the shopping out of my car and bring it here". She sat down and removed her shoes, and looked around. She had not checked the security cameras yet to see if he had been obedient. She wanted to force him to admit any transgressions without bothering to look by the simple expedient of promising a punishment many times worse if he lied.
Peter came back with the shopping bags and put them beside Cindy. Cindy looked at the table, then at Peter very coldly "I said I wanted my dinner at 7PM. I did not mention you. Clear your table setting away and then get my dinner. You will not be eating tonight.
Peter dashed about finally arriving with Cindy's dinner at 2 minutes past. Cindy glanced at her watch. "You are late. I said 7PM. You will be punished for this later Peter, and any other transgressions we find. Now get under the table and massage my feet while I eat my dinner".
Peter crawled under the table and got to work gently massaging Cindy's feet, swallowing with fear at how this was all turning out. When Cindy started talking again, it did nothing to calm his fear "Peter, things are going to change around here. You are a complete disappointment, so I am going to break you down and rebuild you as the loving slave I know you can be. You are going to suffer, and I will inflict more pain on you than you can imagine for any disobedience. You will be stripped of your humanity. You will be my property in every sense of the word" Cindy glanced under the table "and I see your dick is excited for this" and laughed cruelly. "We will start simply. You will no longer use the name Peter. You will answer to the name slave, or any other name I chose to give you. Over time you will completely forget your old name. You will always address me as Mistress. And next is our bedroom. It is now my bedroom. you will clear out the cupboard under the stairs and that will be used as your bedroom slave. I know we have five proper bedrooms, but they are for people, not slaves. You will throw all your clothes out except one pair of jeans, one top and one pair of shoes, for anytime I have to take you out. Otherwise you will remain here forever, naked, serving me."
Cindy finished her dinner, and walked back to the sofa with her wine to relax. "get out from under the table, clear dinner away and then get your new bedroom sorted out and your clothes thrown away. you are allowed one blanket and one pillow for your bed"
Cindy went upstairs and got changed out of her suit, completely ignoring her slave, putting all his clothes in bin bags, and slipped into panties and a baggy t shirt before going back downstairs and having a nap for an hour while her slave did as he was told. When she awoke, her slave was just finishing up "Come here slave" she said sharply "kneel in front of me, hands on head. Keep your eyes downcast. you should never look at me without being told to" Cindy paused for effect
"Now slave. Tell me about today. Have you made any transgression deserving of punishment? You would be best to tell me. If I find you have lied when I check the camera footage, I will have you castrated, and force feed you your own testicles"
Her slave almost fainted in terror at the threat which he could see was a serious promise if he did lie. He quickly recalled what happened in the office and admitted it immediately "I....I went online for a few minutes Mistress, when I was supposed to be cleaning the office, and a little later I forgot your order momentarily and stroked my dick two or three times before remembering and stopping.
Cindy broke in, tut tutting "what were you doing online? I want to know everything, or it will be the worst for you"
slave shivered, terrified "I....I was trying to contact an online dominatrix I had been talking to Mistress. she encouraged me to act more submissively towards you a while ago"
Cindy leaned forward and slapped her slave across the face as hard as she could "you dirty pig. cheating on me as well? You will regret that. Now write down everything about your computer. Sites you are on, passwords I need to know...literally anything you think I don't know about. And remember, hiding counts as lying and I already told you that will get you castrated."
Cindy got up, went and put on a pair of trainers, and returned. Her slave was kneeling forward writing everything down for her "get your ass in the air, knees apart slave" she ordered. her slave obeyed and without warning, she kicked him as hard as she could between his legs. Her slave screamed in agony and curled up in a fetal position clutching his balls. Cindy shouted at him enraged "get back to writing you fucking piece of shit, or I'll really hurt you"
Her slave almost pissed himself he was so scared and quickly got back to work, silent tears of agony streaming down his face. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." and he wrote faster, feeling his balls swell with the bruising from the kick, before finally handing the paper to Mistress.
Cindy read down what was written, and saw everything she knew about regarding the computer. The hidden bank accounts were missing, so he obviously thought they were safe. She needed to point out that may not be so. "I see all this information about the computer. Is there anything else slave? any hidden assets perhaps? Remember this will be your last chance to tell me and not get castrated for lying."
Her slave went white, realizing she must know something and he took the paper back and resignedly wrote down some account details and also a lakeside property she knew nothing about. Cindy saw this and smiled at the bonus asset. She read the paper through again. "This had better be it slave, you have no more chances. We will start transferring all these assets to me over the next few weeks slave. You as a slave have no right to own anything "
She sat back and stared coldly at her slave "Now we have your punishment for today to administer. I think you know I'm serious now and the punishment will be harsh. I am going to cane your ass and thighs 120 times. Also as a result of you touching your dick, on Sunday I am going to get you a Prince Albert piercing so I can put you in chastity that can not be cheated out of."
Her slave wept silent tears of helplessness, hearing her words, beginning to understand the rest of his life was going to be a nightmare of his wife's choosing. His dick hardened again at the thought, having recovered from the vicious kick from his Mistress.
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