Catherine
When Catherine had first met Dan she’d had no idea what she was in for. He was a wealthy businessman VP of some financial company, handsome, intelligent, kind. She thought she was the luckiest girl in the world, and her friends had thought so too. Finding a rich handsome husband was a dream come true, but Catherine was determined that she wouldn’t give up her own job just because Dan could take care of her.
Several months into their relationship, Dan proposed. It took only a moment’s hesitation for Catherine to say yes. She knew that they should probably wait to get married, but she doubted she would find a man like Dan again. It was then that he made his first request of her.
"Catherine, will you quit your job and move to the Virgin Islands with me? I’ve got a great chateau there, and everything would be taken care of."
She was reluctant, but after a few weeks, she decided she would. She could always find a new job in the Virgin Islands. Plus, a nice warm, tropical climate would be so much more fun than dealing with cold winters. So she quit, and they packed up and moved. But somewhere along the way, most of her bags had been lost, and she was left with only a quarter of the clothes she’d had. Dan had assured her she could use his money to buy herself a new wardrobe, but it had come with a request.
"Buy some sexy stuff. We live in the Virgin Islands now. No need to cover up with all those conservative work clothes you used to wear."
So, Catherine had gone out and bought what she thought were some sexy clothes. When Dan had come home and seen what she was wearing, he gave her the fucking of a lifetime. She’d had one screaming orgasm after another. The next week, Dan barely touched her, but soon there was another request.
"I told you I like blondes right? Why don’t you get your hair dyed and see how it looks on you?"
Catherine was reluctant to make a more permanent change, but she remembered the crazy sex they’d had only a week before, and she wanted more. So she made an appointment and got her hair dyed blonde. That night, Dan brought her to more screaming orgasms, one after another. It was all she could do to remain conscious. After that, the requests came more often.
"Hang out by the pool and get a nice tan."
"Buy some sexy swimsuits."
"Get your belly button pierced."
"Keep your nails long and squared."
Every time she fulfilled one of Dan’s requests, he fucked her for hours. Sometimes she passed out. It was the best sex she’d ever had, and she couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t until he requested that she get her tits enhanced that she hesitated.
Catherine looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. Where had this little, blonde slut come from? She was a professional news writer, not some trophy slut. And giant tits would only enhance that look. No one would ever take her seriously. She brought up her concerns with Dan that night.
"Well, it’s not like you’re working anyway, babe. Don’t you want to look good for me?"
It was true, she wasn’t working, hadn’t worked for months now. But she was still planning on going back to work sometime. She just hadn’t found any openings yet. Still, with big, fake tits, she would never find a professional opening. But when Dan rolled over to sleep without another word, she felt so empty and lonely. She NEEDED him to fuck her.
Catherine waited a few more days, but Dan didn’t touch her at all. She knew that if she wanted that mind blowing fucking, she’d have to fulfill his request. With trepidation, she picked up the phone and called the closest plastic surgeon.
Even after her tit job, the requests kept coming.
"Don’t read."
"Don’t watch the news."
"Talk like a valley girl."
And she did all of them. She was disgusted with herself, but she was an addict now, a sex addict, and the only way to get what she craved was to fulfill her man’s requests.
Two years after their marriage, while Catherine was out on the veranda, Dan came to her.
"Last request babe, and then you can have all the mind melting orgasms you want. I want you to permanently change your name to Kitty Kumdoll."
She looked at him like he was crazy, but she knew that she couldn’t resist. With little hesitation she said, “Mmmm like I so totally will, D@@@@!”
Several months into their relationship, Dan proposed. It took only a moment’s hesitation for Catherine to say yes. She knew that they should probably wait to get married, but she doubted she would find a man like Dan again. It was then that he made his first request of her.
"Catherine, will you quit your job and move to the Virgin Islands with me? I’ve got a great chateau there, and everything would be taken care of."
She was reluctant, but after a few weeks, she decided she would. She could always find a new job in the Virgin Islands. Plus, a nice warm, tropical climate would be so much more fun than dealing with cold winters. So she quit, and they packed up and moved. But somewhere along the way, most of her bags had been lost, and she was left with only a quarter of the clothes she’d had. Dan had assured her she could use his money to buy herself a new wardrobe, but it had come with a request.
"Buy some sexy stuff. We live in the Virgin Islands now. No need to cover up with all those conservative work clothes you used to wear."
So, Catherine had gone out and bought what she thought were some sexy clothes. When Dan had come home and seen what she was wearing, he gave her the fucking of a lifetime. She’d had one screaming orgasm after another. The next week, Dan barely touched her, but soon there was another request.
"I told you I like blondes right? Why don’t you get your hair dyed and see how it looks on you?"
Catherine was reluctant to make a more permanent change, but she remembered the crazy sex they’d had only a week before, and she wanted more. So she made an appointment and got her hair dyed blonde. That night, Dan brought her to more screaming orgasms, one after another. It was all she could do to remain conscious. After that, the requests came more often.
"Hang out by the pool and get a nice tan."
"Buy some sexy swimsuits."
"Get your belly button pierced."
"Keep your nails long and squared."
Every time she fulfilled one of Dan’s requests, he fucked her for hours. Sometimes she passed out. It was the best sex she’d ever had, and she couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t until he requested that she get her tits enhanced that she hesitated.
Catherine looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. Where had this little, blonde slut come from? She was a professional news writer, not some trophy slut. And giant tits would only enhance that look. No one would ever take her seriously. She brought up her concerns with Dan that night.
"Well, it’s not like you’re working anyway, babe. Don’t you want to look good for me?"
It was true, she wasn’t working, hadn’t worked for months now. But she was still planning on going back to work sometime. She just hadn’t found any openings yet. Still, with big, fake tits, she would never find a professional opening. But when Dan rolled over to sleep without another word, she felt so empty and lonely. She NEEDED him to fuck her.
Catherine waited a few more days, but Dan didn’t touch her at all. She knew that if she wanted that mind blowing fucking, she’d have to fulfill his request. With trepidation, she picked up the phone and called the closest plastic surgeon.
Even after her tit job, the requests kept coming.
"Don’t read."
"Don’t watch the news."
"Talk like a valley girl."
And she did all of them. She was disgusted with herself, but she was an addict now, a sex addict, and the only way to get what she craved was to fulfill her man’s requests.
Two years after their marriage, while Catherine was out on the veranda, Dan came to her.
"Last request babe, and then you can have all the mind melting orgasms you want. I want you to permanently change your name to Kitty Kumdoll."
She looked at him like he was crazy, but she knew that she couldn’t resist. With little hesitation she said, “Mmmm like I so totally will, D@@@@!”
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