Life With AlphaChapter 9 Beta Bayonetta
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Your wife is now with superior man. You, are but a caretaker
of her soft flesh, serving first me, then her, obeying our every wish
and whim. she has chosen this because you, are a snail of a man, an
unfit partner for any female. By her word, you, you will never have sex with
her again, never feel her silky skin against you, never deposit your
pathetic squirt of semen inside her. Now all these things will be done
by other men, men worthy of her voracious appetite to be used as a
purely sexual being.
You, will prepare her each morning, cleansing her of the semen dried to
a hard crust over her face and body from the night before. Strip and
enter the shower first, testing the water yourself, making sure the
temperature is just as she likes it. Summon her when ready. Clean her
from head to toe, using any soaps and shampoos she desires. This is
your daily test, the only short period of time you, you can ever be naked
next to her. But now your place is that of a eunuch, present only for
the job at hand.
It will be difficult at first, running the soap, then your bare hands
over her warm, slippery flesh. Your little prick may begin to rise as
your hands slide so easily over her large, full breasts, then between
her legs, washing the dead sperm from between the inviting lips of her
sex. But by now she has no use for it, that "little worm of yours", as
she will call it. When faced with this minor annoyance, she will train you,
to "adjust", to think of her now as only a necessary morning task. she
will take your testicles in her small hand and apply the required
pressure to quench any thoughts of sex. Applied liberally, over enough
time, the intentional pain she inflicts will assure you, will no longer
associate the closeness of her naked belly and breasts with any notion
of sex at all. Only when you, are trained not to respond to her will
tease you, from time to time by giving your tiny dick a quick squeeze.
The true test is when you, no longer respond at all to the sight of her
body or her silk skin touch and she will delight in the changes she has
brought about in you.
You, will shave her cunt daily. Do it with great care. Cut her and you,
will pay dearly. she will sit on the edge of the tub and watch as you,
work the shaving cream over her cunt-lips and lower belly, then even
more closely as you, slowly drag the razor over her sensitive skin. You,
may notice her smile as you, bare her sex for today's lover. It's one of
the few times thinks about you, at all. Your offense excites her
- your duty, to prepare the pussy that you, once so enjoyed for some
stranger, to make it smooth and clean, so inviting for him, like
handing it to him on a silver platter. How many men have used her, slid
their cocks into the prize you, prepare every day, all of them so much
bigger and better than you? You knows. It's why she is smiling.
You, will stand by her, naked, ready to do as she tells you, as she
prepares herself for the day ahead. she has but to ask for anything -
her comb, her brush, lipstick, mascara - you, will become s*******ed at
knowing what she needs and when, and will have it ready before she
asks. Watch closely as she fixes her hair and applies her makeup,
knowing that each careful step that goes into making her adorable face
even more adorable is now done for someone else, without a thought of
whether it would please you, or not.
Dress her as she wishes. she shouldn't have to touch the clothes she's
had you, arrange neatly on the her bed. Still naked, you, will dress her
carefully - panties first, then her bra, when she decides to wear them.
When she doesn't, it's not your business why. Perhaps I've asked her to
go naked under her dress this day. Or perhaps it's her own decision, to
impress one of her other lovers. Either way, you, know that the soft,
yielding skin so alive beneath your fingers is no longer yours to
enjoy.
You, may look at her one last time each day as you, lower the dress over
her shoulders, or button her blouse and raise the zipper at the back of
her skirt. One last glimpse as her bare skin disappears from your view,
gone until another man puts his hands on her, fondles those ripe,
jutting breasts, the silky curves of her belly and hips, the even
softer skin of her inner thighs. No doubt she;s already thinking about
him before you, are finished fastening the clasp of her necklace or
sliding the gold bracelet over her delicate hand.
Look carefully into her eyes. There lies the truth. See the
excitement of being taken by her next lover in her dilated pupils, the
traces of shameless lust as her eyes widen and she gazes off into the
distance, oblivious to your presence as you, prepare her for the world
of men. The world of men - strong, potent men, who can make your wife
wet with a mere wink or gesture; rich, powerful men, who can give her
anything she desires, then still fuck her the way she likes it, long
and hard. Look into her eyes once more. It's all there.
One last goodbye. Before you, leave for work, you, will ask to eat her.
If she accepts, she will find a suitable chair or sofa, spread her
legs, and wait for you, to begin. Raising her dress or skirt, being
careful not to wrinkle it, you, will lower your face between her legs
and lick the plump outer lips of her pussy, then proceed just as she
tells you, . As you, work your tongue farther inside the wet folds of her
sex, you, know her mind is elsewhere, but you, continue until she orders
you, to stop, always before she climaxes. she is saving that for another man,
most likely one you, will never know. she shaking and flushed when she
has you, stop - a walking billboard for sex. Her lover will know she
ready the second he sees her. You, will leave for work immediately, the
smell of pussy juice clinging to your face.
The house is hers during the day as you, labor at your menial job. Leave
promptly each day. Never return before calling each day.
Much of her life no longer concerns you, and she deserves the privacy
to do as she wishes. I need my time alone with her, and many of the men
she has chosen to satisfy her take great pleasure in doing so in your
bed. There's much power in taking a man's wife in his own bed, knowing
how aware her husband is of her actions, even on the phone with you so you
can hear and yet helpless to prevent them. So many will take her there, hear
her cries as she will orgasms under them, then empty the thick, potent fluids
that course through their cocks into her waiting womb.
Nights and weekends you, will be required to provide many services, too
varied to enumerate here. A few simple rules will prove adequate to
keep you, from harm.
I require your wife to be naked at all times in the house.
Look all you, want, but never touch, unless told by me. Never
look her in the eyes in my presence.
You, will no longer call her by name. Doing so assumes more
intimacy than she finds comfortable, or I will allow. You,
will address her as "Mistress", and me as "Sir". Anything
else will be punishable by extreme measures I'm sure you, will well
remember.
Simply put, do what you, are told - always. Your status in
your home is always the lowest possible, even falling
below guests or strangers should they enter. Obeying
immediately should be foremost in your mind at all times.
Punishment can range from mild to severe, depending on your
clumsiness or failure to respond to the request made of you.
Finally, a subject so many husbands find most difficult to accept. When
I decide to breed your wife, it is of ultimate importance that you, play
your part in the ritual I have established. Your willing participation
is above all a sign to your wife that you, approve, even encourage her
to take another's seed, indeed, a superior seed, inside her womb,
welcoming the virile, wriggling invaders to seize her egg, penetrate
it, and begin the makings of a smarter, better looking young than you,
could ever hope to produce. Helping to impregnate your wife with
another man's sperm will become your most important duty.
But often, at first, it is a most difficult duty. Preparing her can be
bittersweet; the placing of pillows under her to raise her hips off the
bed; the positioning her legs, stretching them wide and pulling them
far back over her head, her vagina now a gaping funnel, soon to drain
it's thriving contents into her womb. You, must watch her face with
encouragement as the head of my cock enters her, and then wait
patiently for the thick piston of flesh to slowly coax her to the brink
of her climax.
The time seems to crawl as he strokes her, time to let the juices of
her cunt flow, preparing an easy route for billions of waiting sperm,
time to allow her cervix to grow impatient for its meal, yawning in
anticipation like a small, hungry mouth. When the time is near, your
hands are needed elsewhere, to caress her lover's balls, then to stroke
the base of his pulsing cock at the instant she cums. It is then you,
feel his semen surging through the massive shaft. It is then you, to stroke
and pump him, ensuring the powerful and complete delivery of thick man-
juice as it jets deeply into your screaming wife.
Afterwards, you, return to the task of keeping her legs high in the air
as the sperm race toward their destination. As insurance, her lover
arouses her a second time, at first kissing her gently, then playing
with her breasts and nipples until they harden into small, sensitive
buttons under his fingertips. You, look down to see her clitoris
obscenely swollen and hard just before he takes it between his fingers.
Rolling and stroking it in ways you, could have never managed, he brings
her to the edge quickly. No need to wait this time. In seconds she
gasps, her eyes widen, and she moans, long and loud, her hips thrusting
in the air.
Inside her, the narrow neck of her cervix spasms, then jerks downward
repeatedly, dipping into the remaining pool of cum, sucking it eagerly
inside her womb where her egg awaits a worthy sperm. You, hold her legs
in the air long after her lover departs, knowing that each second makes
it more likely she carries his young. You, will be the last to know. Weeks
later you, may overhear her as I carry her, naked, to our bed. "I'm
pregnant," she tells me, in her small, sexy voice. Then and only then
will you know that you, have done well. You, have placed another man's young
in your precious wife's belly!!!
of her soft flesh, serving first me, then her, obeying our every wish
and whim. she has chosen this because you, are a snail of a man, an
unfit partner for any female. By her word, you, you will never have sex with
her again, never feel her silky skin against you, never deposit your
pathetic squirt of semen inside her. Now all these things will be done
by other men, men worthy of her voracious appetite to be used as a
purely sexual being.
You, will prepare her each morning, cleansing her of the semen dried to
a hard crust over her face and body from the night before. Strip and
enter the shower first, testing the water yourself, making sure the
temperature is just as she likes it. Summon her when ready. Clean her
from head to toe, using any soaps and shampoos she desires. This is
your daily test, the only short period of time you, you can ever be naked
next to her. But now your place is that of a eunuch, present only for
the job at hand.
It will be difficult at first, running the soap, then your bare hands
over her warm, slippery flesh. Your little prick may begin to rise as
your hands slide so easily over her large, full breasts, then between
her legs, washing the dead sperm from between the inviting lips of her
sex. But by now she has no use for it, that "little worm of yours", as
she will call it. When faced with this minor annoyance, she will train you,
to "adjust", to think of her now as only a necessary morning task. she
will take your testicles in her small hand and apply the required
pressure to quench any thoughts of sex. Applied liberally, over enough
time, the intentional pain she inflicts will assure you, will no longer
associate the closeness of her naked belly and breasts with any notion
of sex at all. Only when you, are trained not to respond to her will
tease you, from time to time by giving your tiny dick a quick squeeze.
The true test is when you, no longer respond at all to the sight of her
body or her silk skin touch and she will delight in the changes she has
brought about in you.
You, will shave her cunt daily. Do it with great care. Cut her and you,
will pay dearly. she will sit on the edge of the tub and watch as you,
work the shaving cream over her cunt-lips and lower belly, then even
more closely as you, slowly drag the razor over her sensitive skin. You,
may notice her smile as you, bare her sex for today's lover. It's one of
the few times thinks about you, at all. Your offense excites her
- your duty, to prepare the pussy that you, once so enjoyed for some
stranger, to make it smooth and clean, so inviting for him, like
handing it to him on a silver platter. How many men have used her, slid
their cocks into the prize you, prepare every day, all of them so much
bigger and better than you? You knows. It's why she is smiling.
You, will stand by her, naked, ready to do as she tells you, as she
prepares herself for the day ahead. she has but to ask for anything -
her comb, her brush, lipstick, mascara - you, will become s*******ed at
knowing what she needs and when, and will have it ready before she
asks. Watch closely as she fixes her hair and applies her makeup,
knowing that each careful step that goes into making her adorable face
even more adorable is now done for someone else, without a thought of
whether it would please you, or not.
Dress her as she wishes. she shouldn't have to touch the clothes she's
had you, arrange neatly on the her bed. Still naked, you, will dress her
carefully - panties first, then her bra, when she decides to wear them.
When she doesn't, it's not your business why. Perhaps I've asked her to
go naked under her dress this day. Or perhaps it's her own decision, to
impress one of her other lovers. Either way, you, know that the soft,
yielding skin so alive beneath your fingers is no longer yours to
enjoy.
You, may look at her one last time each day as you, lower the dress over
her shoulders, or button her blouse and raise the zipper at the back of
her skirt. One last glimpse as her bare skin disappears from your view,
gone until another man puts his hands on her, fondles those ripe,
jutting breasts, the silky curves of her belly and hips, the even
softer skin of her inner thighs. No doubt she;s already thinking about
him before you, are finished fastening the clasp of her necklace or
sliding the gold bracelet over her delicate hand.
Look carefully into her eyes. There lies the truth. See the
excitement of being taken by her next lover in her dilated pupils, the
traces of shameless lust as her eyes widen and she gazes off into the
distance, oblivious to your presence as you, prepare her for the world
of men. The world of men - strong, potent men, who can make your wife
wet with a mere wink or gesture; rich, powerful men, who can give her
anything she desires, then still fuck her the way she likes it, long
and hard. Look into her eyes once more. It's all there.
One last goodbye. Before you, leave for work, you, will ask to eat her.
If she accepts, she will find a suitable chair or sofa, spread her
legs, and wait for you, to begin. Raising her dress or skirt, being
careful not to wrinkle it, you, will lower your face between her legs
and lick the plump outer lips of her pussy, then proceed just as she
tells you, . As you, work your tongue farther inside the wet folds of her
sex, you, know her mind is elsewhere, but you, continue until she orders
you, to stop, always before she climaxes. she is saving that for another man,
most likely one you, will never know. she shaking and flushed when she
has you, stop - a walking billboard for sex. Her lover will know she
ready the second he sees her. You, will leave for work immediately, the
smell of pussy juice clinging to your face.
The house is hers during the day as you, labor at your menial job. Leave
promptly each day. Never return before calling each day.
Much of her life no longer concerns you, and she deserves the privacy
to do as she wishes. I need my time alone with her, and many of the men
she has chosen to satisfy her take great pleasure in doing so in your
bed. There's much power in taking a man's wife in his own bed, knowing
how aware her husband is of her actions, even on the phone with you so you
can hear and yet helpless to prevent them. So many will take her there, hear
her cries as she will orgasms under them, then empty the thick, potent fluids
that course through their cocks into her waiting womb.
Nights and weekends you, will be required to provide many services, too
varied to enumerate here. A few simple rules will prove adequate to
keep you, from harm.
I require your wife to be naked at all times in the house.
Look all you, want, but never touch, unless told by me. Never
look her in the eyes in my presence.
You, will no longer call her by name. Doing so assumes more
intimacy than she finds comfortable, or I will allow. You,
will address her as "Mistress", and me as "Sir". Anything
else will be punishable by extreme measures I'm sure you, will well
remember.
Simply put, do what you, are told - always. Your status in
your home is always the lowest possible, even falling
below guests or strangers should they enter. Obeying
immediately should be foremost in your mind at all times.
Punishment can range from mild to severe, depending on your
clumsiness or failure to respond to the request made of you.
Finally, a subject so many husbands find most difficult to accept. When
I decide to breed your wife, it is of ultimate importance that you, play
your part in the ritual I have established. Your willing participation
is above all a sign to your wife that you, approve, even encourage her
to take another's seed, indeed, a superior seed, inside her womb,
welcoming the virile, wriggling invaders to seize her egg, penetrate
it, and begin the makings of a smarter, better looking young than you,
could ever hope to produce. Helping to impregnate your wife with
another man's sperm will become your most important duty.
But often, at first, it is a most difficult duty. Preparing her can be
bittersweet; the placing of pillows under her to raise her hips off the
bed; the positioning her legs, stretching them wide and pulling them
far back over her head, her vagina now a gaping funnel, soon to drain
it's thriving contents into her womb. You, must watch her face with
encouragement as the head of my cock enters her, and then wait
patiently for the thick piston of flesh to slowly coax her to the brink
of her climax.
The time seems to crawl as he strokes her, time to let the juices of
her cunt flow, preparing an easy route for billions of waiting sperm,
time to allow her cervix to grow impatient for its meal, yawning in
anticipation like a small, hungry mouth. When the time is near, your
hands are needed elsewhere, to caress her lover's balls, then to stroke
the base of his pulsing cock at the instant she cums. It is then you,
feel his semen surging through the massive shaft. It is then you, to stroke
and pump him, ensuring the powerful and complete delivery of thick man-
juice as it jets deeply into your screaming wife.
Afterwards, you, return to the task of keeping her legs high in the air
as the sperm race toward their destination. As insurance, her lover
arouses her a second time, at first kissing her gently, then playing
with her breasts and nipples until they harden into small, sensitive
buttons under his fingertips. You, look down to see her clitoris
obscenely swollen and hard just before he takes it between his fingers.
Rolling and stroking it in ways you, could have never managed, he brings
her to the edge quickly. No need to wait this time. In seconds she
gasps, her eyes widen, and she moans, long and loud, her hips thrusting
in the air.
Inside her, the narrow neck of her cervix spasms, then jerks downward
repeatedly, dipping into the remaining pool of cum, sucking it eagerly
inside her womb where her egg awaits a worthy sperm. You, hold her legs
in the air long after her lover departs, knowing that each second makes
it more likely she carries his young. You, will be the last to know. Weeks
later you, may overhear her as I carry her, naked, to our bed. "I'm
pregnant," she tells me, in her small, sexy voice. Then and only then
will you know that you, have done well. You, have placed another man's young
in your precious wife's belly!!!
Makenna
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