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A Display of Power

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I?ve prepared her a small breakfast and served it to her in bed. I made the bed and tidied up the bedroom while she was in the shower, and then I cleaned the bathroom when she was done with her shower. I was now kneeling before her massaging her feet while she was putting the finishing touches on her hair at her vanity when we heard the doorbell ring. I hated these interruptions in our weekend game and angrily went to sit on the bed to wait for our guest to leave. I didn?t even make it to the bed when my wife snapped her finger and pointed to the corner. I don?t know if she does things like that just to see me pout like a little child or, simply because she can. I have always wondered how it would feel to have someone follow every command, no matter how arbitrary or ridiculous. So as I slowly and dejectedly walked over to place my nose ever so closely to the corner of the room she sauntered out and closed the door.

My wife?s subtle cruelty is prevalent in every menial task I?m required to do. Luxurious carpet covers every square inch of her spacious bedroom except for a 1 square foot piece of rough granite tile in the corner of the room. I thought my wife was insane when she told me to remove a 1 foot square of carpet from the corner one Saturday afternoon. After I was done with that she told me to go to the garage and return the contents of her trunk. Inside of her trunk was the single piece of tile, and everything I needed to install it. After I completed my task she stepped onto the tile in her low heeled sandals. I was still on my knees from laying the tile and I stared her feet as they tested out my work.

?This is going to suck.? she said laughing as stepped off the tile and walked out of the room.

So I stood. I stood because that is what she told me to do with a simple snap of her beautifully manicured finger. I?m not sure how to explain what if feels like to be a grown man being put in the corner, other than the fact that you don?t feel like a grown man at all.

I could hear the outside door opening and barely audible conversation. I could tell that our guest was female, but I could not tell who. I could hear conversation but I could not discern what they were saying. My feet were starting to ache. I wanted our guest to go away. I wanted to step back 6 inches and place my burning feet on that soft luxurious carpet. We seem to always have these little interruptions when all I want to do is be alone with my wife. I shifted my weight to one foot to relieve the ache in the ball of the other foot. I tried to hear what they were talking about, more I wanted to hear that tell tale change in the pitch of their voices that meant the conversation was coming to a close. My calves started to burn. She was right; standing on this tiny piece of rough tile did suck.

?I really wanted to see my wife. If this is going to take a while why doesn?t she gracefully slip away and release me from her last order. My legs were starting to feel like jelly. I really did not want to be standing in the corner anymore. I was in mental turmoil as I thought to myself that I should just go and sit on the bed, I?m a man for God sakes. Would a real man be doing this I thought?

Would a real man be standing in the corner on a hard piece of granite tile in a pair of 5 inch red fuck me boots because his wife snapped his fingers and pointed to the corner?

I got aroused at the thought that my wife had so much control over me. I stared at the corner in front of me shifting my feet from side to side, and shifting my thoughts from my discomfort, to my overwhelming desire to be in the presence of my wife.

Dingalingaling.

I was awakened from my submissive trance. I didn?t hear her guest leave. The blood drained from my face; my mouth became instantly dry. She couldn?t really be doing this, could she? My legs, rubbery from standing there for so long, seemed to be paralyzed. It took all my will to pick up my foot and turn around. It seemed like hours before my legs started moving forward.

Dingalingalingaling.

Oh no, two rings weren?t good. I minced as quickly as I could to her den.

I got to the door. It seemed as if I were entering another world when I opened the door. Time was slowing down. Everything was crystal clear, yet a blur. It was not my will that had me walking toward her and this guest. It seemed so automatic, like it was her will moving my legs. I wanted desperately to run back to her room and change my clothes, but forward I walked.

I turned the corner and stood before my wife and her guest with my head bowed.

?You rang ma?am.?

?Oh my God! Rick!??? Her guest was laughing hysterically.

?Oh my God it?s Nicole!? I thought to myself.

I could feel my face turn red from the humiliation. My mouth was completely dry. I wanted more than anything for this moment not to be happening. Please just let me shrink down to nothing and crawl into a tiny crack in the floor. I just really wanted to crawl into some tiny little hole and not be seen by anyone.

I have no doubt I hardly looked like a husband as I stared down at my fuchsia colored stocking clad legs balancing precariously on my stiletto heels. My hands crossed demurely in front of me, resting on my pink vinyl french-maids uniform. ?My eyes were fixed on the pointed toes of my red fuck me boots. It seemed like I stood there for an hour, but it was perhaps 15 seconds.

?Nicole would like a cup of coffee. Be a dear and make her some? my wife stated matter of factly.

?Yes Ma?am?

?Cream and sugar,? Nicole demanded, giggling.

?Yes Ma?am? I responded as I started towards the kitchen.

I could not help but hear the laughter as I walked away. I don?t think there?s much more that can humiliate a grown man like two beautiful women laughing at him.

My legs were wobbly and I was completely flustered. The simple task of making coffee was quickly becoming overwhelming. I could hear the hushed conversation but could not make out what they were saying.

I was shaking as I poured the gourmet beans in the grinder.? I?m glad there was a timer on the grinder. Pouring water into the decanter, pouring that into the coffee maker was difficult. Separating the coffee filter was impossible. I was shaking. I spilled the coffee trying to pour it into the filter. DAMN!

I would have to start over. I dumped the grinds and started over?this was way too much.

I returned to where they were seated and placed the serving tray on the table. I placed a cup before Nicole and a cup before my wife. I picked up the coffee pot and poured them each a cup of coffee. After I placed the coffee pot back on the serving tray I returned to my demure stance. I was praying that I would just melt to nothing but life was not that kind. I?m not sure how long it was before my existence was acknowledged; seconds seem to stretch into eternity when you?re in situations like this. After some time my wife removed the top from the sugar and gently laid it on the serving tray. She removed a spoon from the serving tray and added sugar to her coffee. All of the motions seemed to take forever. The gentle tinkle against the side of the cup as the coffee was stirred. My wife returned her spoon to the serving tray. This is pure agony! Please make everything move faster so this will all be over!

Nicole removed her spoon from the serving tray and went about the mundane task of fixing her coffee. I could sense the arrogance building within her as she performed this simple task. She knew that our prior egalitarian relationship was never to be the same again after this simple event. Even though I had my eyes to the floor I could clearly see she was studying me. She sat there with her legs crossed, nonchalantly looking at me as if she were looking at a vase. She finished stirring her coffee and placed her spoon on the serving tray. She took a sip of her coffee and returned her complete attention to my wife.

The view before me was a completely normal every day occurrence of two very attractive ladies enjoying a morning coffee together. The two chatted about the mundane as two friends will do. I occasionally saw Nicole look at me. There was no shyness when she looked at me. She didn?t look away when she felt I knew, instead she was unabashed, bold, obvious. She only looked away when she wanted to. This was absolutely surreal to me! After some time, perhaps 2 minutes, my wife took the first sip of her coffee. She placed the cup down gently, snapped her fingers and pointed to a corner in the room. I immediately went to the corner and stood there.

?You may kneel.? My wife said after some time, in the same way she might say, ?Sure, you can go out with your friends,? or ?You can go to the game.? Her tone of voice, her inflection, her demeanor, was all very normal when she gave her bitch husband permission to kneel in the corner because she felt some amount of sympathy for her husband?s feet after standing in his red 5? patent leather fuck me boots for the last hour.

I wasn?t quite sure what to do. Should I thank her and interrupt their conversation? Should I just kneel and be as inconspicuous as possible?

I was so confused as to what I should do!

Their conversation had resumed and I didn?t want to interrupt. I slowly dropped to my knees and felt the immense relief as the balls of my feet were finally free of all my weight. I couldn?t believe how much the balls of my feet were burning. I couldn?t believe the pure bliss as my calves loosened up for the first time in over an hour.

?Stand up bitch.? She said quite forcefully just as my knees hit the carpet.

I jumped back up on my burning feet. I was mad. I felt upset. I was hurt. My feet were really aching. I would like to ask why she was doing this. I wanted this game to end. That?s it I thought to myself, I really need to be a man and stop this. I stared at the corner simmering. I was angry. I pouted. I thought about just walking away. I thought about going upstairs, taking off this ridiculous outfit, throwing on my jeans and work boots and taking my rightful place as her husband, a man. I wanted to demand that she serve me a cup of coffee! I worried that the seams on my fuchsia stockings were crooked.

They resumed their conversation. They resumed their conversation just like there wasn?t a 5? 11? man dressed like a slut maid standing in the corner that they were playing like a yo-yo. Nicole started asking questions about our arrangement: what I would do, how I got to be where I am today. My wife was open and honest about everything. The conversation had the air of any other conversation among friends, except that instead of talking about the weather they were talking about my innermost secrets.

?What is that on your boot?? my wife asked Nicole.

?I don?t know. I guess I stepped in something.? Nicole replied.

I heard a snap of my wife?s finger and quickly minced over to my wife. I knew what was coming.

?It appears Nicole has stepped in something. Be a dear and lick it off.?

?Be a dear and get us some drinks.?, ?Be a dear and open a window? were normal requests asked politely by a person who loves and respects you. ?Be a dear and lick this crap off my friends boot.? asked in the same manner creates cognitive dissonance.

??Yes Ma?am?

I kneeled before Nicole and stole a quick glance in her eyes. I felt so meek and timid as I saw the power in her eyes. I saw her subtle grin that was giving away the way she felt about the mornings events. ?I quickly looked down and I know without a doubt she did not avert her gaze as my head dropped down below her knees. I could feel her eyes bearing down on me as my lips made their way to her leather boot. Her legs were crossed and the spot was on the boot that was in the air. The spot was just behind where her pinky toe would be, on the upper leather and on the side of the sole. She made no attempt to move her foot to make it any easier or harder on me. Her foot was where she was comfortable and she felt no need to move it, simple as that. The spot was off white. I didn?t have a clue as to what it could be. I gently ran my tongue across it to no affect. I kept increasing the pressure I was applying with my tongue. I could feel her pushing the boot against my tongue. The spot started to disappear ever so slowly with each lick. The bitter taste of her shoe and the stuff I was licking up was disgusting.

The two women kept talking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that a grown man in a pink vinyl maids outfit was on his knees licking goo off one of their boots.

?So you say a man will do anything if you control his orgasm.? Nicole reiterated.

My tongue was getting raw as I lapped away at the goo on her boot.

?I don?t think it will work on the alpha males, they would never go for it. The weaker males on the other hand need a woman in their lives to tell them what to do.? My wife replied.

My neck hurt because of the way I had to twist it to get my tongue in the right spot.

?I can?t believe that you could get most guys to do this. And you say he ENJOYS this??

My tongue kept digging into her boot. Her foot kept pressing against my tongue. I was getting used to the bitter taste. I was trying to drive out of my nonstop mind what this could possibly be. I couldn?t believe how turned on I was.

?Are you sure that it?s not just that your husband, if I may call him that, is just a completely perverted wimp??

The hardest part was that place where the upper meets the sole. It took everything I had to grind my aching tongue into that little nook to get the last of the goo off her boot.

?He may be. But I think his kind is more prevalent than you think.?

I think I was done. My tongue hurt beyond description. I was fighting my body?s natural reaction to gag at the disgusting taste in my mouth. I kept my head lowered near Nicole?s boot. I was wondering if I would ever be able to face Nicole again; I was praying I would never have to. A couple of minutes after I stopped grinding my tongue in Nicole?s boot I saw my wife?s hand gently turn Nicole?s foot so she could inspect. Nothing was said so I assume I did at least an adequate job.

I believe I need to reiterate:

I, a grown man, dressed in a pink vinyl maids outfit has kneeled before my wife?s friend and lapped up some unknown goo from her boot until my tongue was raw and?.nothing was said. No ?Thank you?, no ?Good job??it was just expected.

?Would you excuse me for a moment while I take care of something?? my wife asked Nicole.

?Sure?

?Get over here bitch.?

I crawled over to where my wife was sitting.

?Your insolence will not be tolerated. You?ve embarrassed me in front of my friend and now I must embarrass you in front of her.?

Embarrass me?? Embarrass me in front of her??? What exactly have you been doing to me for the last hour if you haven?t been embarrassing me I thought.

?I don?t understand Ma?am?

She stood up, towering above me. She roughly grabbed my face in her hand and tilted my head up so that I was looking up at her. Her face was so far above me. My cheeks were all scrunched together making my mouth look like a fish out of water. This really hurt and I was caught off guard. I don?t? think I?ve ever felt so weak and powerless in my life.

?I was thinking that you must be tired standing in those heels for so long and out of the kindness of my heart I gave you a break. All I expect in return for my benevolence is a little courtesy and respect. Do you think you can just take advantage of my good nature? Do you think you can just step all over me like I?m some little wimp??

?nnnnno mmmph? I tried to say through my painfully squeezed cheeks.

?When I was so gracious to you earlier what should your reply have been??

She grabbed my hair with her other hand and pulled my head back and let my cheeks go.

?Thank you Ma?am.? I cried out.

?Well it appears you haven?t lost your mind. Then why might I ask were you so disrespectful of me then? Do you think that just because we have a guest here you don?t have to show me any respect??

?No Ma?am. I..?

?I think you were just trying to show Nicole you how much of a man you are.?

Wait a minute?I was standing in the corner in a pink vinyl maids uniform and red patent leather 5? fuck me boots are locked on my feet. I was worried that the seam of my fuchsia stockings weren?t straight and that you would later punish me. You were telling me to kneel. I didn?t feel at all like a man.

?No Ma?am? I meekly replied.

?Go fuck yourself.?

My face must have turned completely white. My mouth had gone completely dry.

?Please Ma?am?please no?I beg you.?

She reached in her pocket pulled out a set of clover nipple clamps. She pulled my dress down and placed the clamps on my nipples. Nicole giggled as I gasped with the placement of each clamp. My dress was trying to ride back up putting pressure against the clamps, causing quite the amount of pain and discomfort.

I pleaded with my eyes as I stared up at her.

?Please don?t.? I whimpered.

She reached down and grabbed a single stiletto pump from the floor by her chair and hung the pump on the chain between my nipple clamps.

?Owwwww!?

?Oww? Oww?? she said sarcastically.

?You better go fuck yourself before you?re really fucked.?

She sat back down and resumed her conversation with Nicole. The argument, if you could call it that, was simply over. I was so turned on I couldn?t believe it. She has never been dominant to this extent. She?s always been quite creative but this was another level entirely. My raging manhood was abruptly restrained by a tiny steel chastity tube. I knew what I was about to do would be the pinnacle of my debasement and I was horrified and disgusted at myself for allowing it to happen. The feeling of the steel biting into my restrained erection gave away my equally strong arousal.

I walked over to where a decorative column had been ingeniously (or sinisterly) bolted to the floor so that it could be turned but not moved. I turned the column so that a dildo base was facing the room. I couldn?t believe this was happening. I walked over to the curio cabinet and opened the drawer. I stared in horror at what I already knew would be there. I was shaking as I tenderly picked up the 6 inch realistic looking penis. They both sat in their chairs, quietly sipping their coffee, watching me. I slid the penis into the base and set the snaps that would hold it secure. Please let me wake up!

I kneeled before the penis and gently stroked it. Oh damn, how long has it been since anyone, including me, has stroked my penis. You can?t imagine how badly I needed someone to do this to me. This is how I made love to this fake penis; it?s the way I was instructed to by my wife. I didn?t have a watch, I had no idea how long I did to this fake penis what I so longed to do to my own. It had to be at least 3 minutes. I had to gently stroke and lightly kiss this vile thing for at least 3 minutes before I was allowed to move on. My nipples were burning at the pressure of the clamps and the weight of my wife?s sexy pump. I had to tease this fake penis like I would like to have mine teased. I was desperately hoping my 3 minutes were up. If I moved too quickly I would be severely punished.

I placed both hands on the floor and was now on all fours before my lover. My mouth was dry but I had to get some lubricant on this or it was really going to hurt. See I have one choice in this whole scenario, I could either give this penis a blow job and lubricate it with my spit or I could use the KY Jelly that was sitting right next it in the drawer. The Jelly came with a price though?50 strokes. I only chose that once.

I placed my mouth around this fake penis, which was going to get absolutely no enjoyment out of this, and bobbed my head back and forth. This caused the shoe that was dangling below me to gently rock back and forth, tugging at the clover clamps pinching my nipples, causing me a great amount of distress. I started moaning due to the pain.

?Oh my God! He?s really getting off on this.? exclaimed Nicole.

?I told him he can use lubricant whenever he wants but he seems to always want to give his lover a blow job. And trust me - he?s not getting off anytime soon.?

The both giggled.

I tried desperately to get enough spit in my mouth to give it some lubrication. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as the dainty pump tugged at my nipples. I couldn?t simply suck on the fake penis, I had to face fuck it. I had to please it like I was its $20 whore.

?Ok slut, I think that?s enough foreplay. Now fuck yourself.?

I slowly pulled my mouth away from the penis, making sure my lips didn?t wipe off any of my precious spit. I could see the lipstick stains against the base. Would I ever see lipstick stains against the base of my penis?

I quickly turned around and backed up into my lover. My legs were kept apart by the column. I reached behind me and pulled my panties to the side. I backed into my lover until he had just entered me. I put my other hand on the floor and pressed in a little more. I gasped as I felt the intrusion. I pulled out a little bit and pushed back again, this time a little farther. Each time I did this I let out a grunt. I repeated this scene until I felt my ass cheeks pressed into the column. I felt impaled, violated, humiliated, and completely filled with lust.

I slowly rocked back and forth, just far enough out so my lover didn?t come out, and all the way back in. The pain was excruciating. I could feel myself starting to sweat. I was moaning and gasping uncontrollably. I could feel my face contorting. I was bucking faster. My knees hurt. My nipples hurt. My ass hurt. My cock tried to swell. I was humiliated beyond belief. I looked up and saw my wife pour herself another cup of coffee. Spit came out of my mouth. I was nearing exhaustion. I could hear the tinkle of the spoon against the cup. I could feel the sweat bead up on my nose. My ass was on fire. She took another sip of her coffee. I was making totally incoherent noises as I was loosing total control over my body except for the wild bucking of my hips. She gently placed her cup back on her saucer and casually sat back in her chair.

After a short pause she just stated, ?That?s all.?

I pulled myself away from my intruder and collapsed on the floor in a heap of contorted flesh, my body racked with pain and exhaustion. I curled up into the fetal position before these two beautiful women feeling totally humiliated. A snap of my wife?s finger brought me back to reality and quickly kneeling where her pointed finger instructed.

She gently removed her stiletto pump from the chain between my nipples. She very gently removed the clamps from one nipple. I cringed in pain and she gently rubbed my nipple as the feeling rushed back. She reached for the other clamp and I instinctively pulled away. She gently pulled me back and removed the other clamp. I gasped and held my tight fists by my side. She gently massaged my nipple, the sensation was overwhelming.

?You?re not going to humiliate me in front of my friends again are you?? she gently asked.

?No Ma?am? I replied.

?You?re going to treat me with courtesy and respect from now on, aren?t you?? she lovingly asked.

?Yes Ma?am? I replied.

She stopped massaging my nipple and patted her lap. I crawled over and placed my head in her lap. My arms wrapped around her calves and I held them like a teddy bear. She gently petted my head while she and Nicole continued their conversation. I was facing Nicole. I didn?t want her here. I didn?t want to face her but I didn?t have a choice. My wife had brought me to a new level of submission. Every time Nicole would look at me my eyes would turn to my wife?s lap. It was difficult look away, the natural place for my eyes to look was directly at Nicole. I felt like a little boy.

She was a beautiful woman dressed in causal elegance normal for a Saturday morning. I was dressed like a slut. She was sitting casually on the loveseat I purchased, no different than any normal person would. I was kneeling before my wife with my head in her lap being petted like a dog. I couldn?t help but notice the spot on her stylish boot where I had painstakingly licked some sort of goo off. She moved her foot around as if to punctuate that she knew I was starting at it. I noticed her glancing at the red patent leather fuck me boots locked on my nylon clad feet. She was enjoying the sensation of hot gourmet coffee. I couldn?t get my mind off the burning, yet empty sensation in my ass. Her jeans concealed what I knew to be a very sexy pair of legs. My tiny pink French-maid outfit had ridden up my leg revealing my fuchsia panties. I saw her wry smile before I quickly glanced away trying to pull my dress down. She looked over at the column which was still displaying the object of my debasement and I knew things would never be the same between Nicole and I again.

A Display of Power

srone

I?ve prepared her a small breakfast and served it to her in bed. I made the bed and tidied up the bedroom while she was in the shower, and then I cleaned the bathroom when she was done with her shower. I was now kneeling before her massaging her feet while she was putting the finishing touches on her hair at her vanity when we heard the doorbell ring. I hated these interruptions in our weekend game and angrily went to sit on the bed to wait for our guest to leave. I didn?t even make it to the bed when my wife snapped her finger and pointed to the corner. I don?t know if she does things like that just to see me pout like a little child or, simply because she can. I have always wondered how it would feel to have someone follow every command, no matter how arbitrary or ridiculous. So as I slowly and dejectedly walked over to place my nose ever so closely to the corner of the room she sauntered out and closed the door.

My wife?s subtle cruelty is prevalent in every menial task I?m required to do. Luxurious carpet covers every square inch of her spacious bedroom except for a 1 square foot piece of rough granite tile in the corner of the room. I thought my wife was insane when she told me to remove a 1 foot square of carpet from the corner one Saturday afternoon. After I was done with that she told me to go to the garage and return the contents of her trunk. Inside of her trunk was the single piece of tile, and everything I needed to install it. After I completed my task she stepped onto the tile in her low heeled sandals. I was still on my knees from laying the tile and I stared her feet as they tested out my work.

?This is going to suck.? she said laughing as stepped off the tile and walked out of the room.

So I stood. I stood because that is what she told me to do with a simple snap of her beautifully manicured finger. I?m not sure how to explain what if feels like to be a grown man being put in the corner, other than the fact that you don?t feel like a grown man at all.

I could hear the outside door opening and barely audible conversation. I could tell that our guest was female, but I could not tell who. I could hear conversation but I could not discern what they were saying. My feet were starting to ache. I wanted our guest to go away. I wanted to step back 6 inches and place my burning feet on that soft luxurious carpet. We seem to always have these little interruptions when all I want to do is be alone with my wife. I shifted my weight to one foot to relieve the ache in the ball of the other foot. I tried to hear what they were talking about, more I wanted to hear that tell tale change in the pitch of their voices that meant the conversation was coming to a close. My calves started to burn. She was right; standing on this tiny piece of rough tile did suck.

?I really wanted to see my wife. If this is going to take a while why doesn?t she gracefully slip away and release me from her last order. My legs were starting to feel like jelly. I really did not want to be standing in the corner anymore. I was in mental turmoil as I thought to myself that I should just go and sit on the bed, I?m a man for God sakes. Would a real man be doing this I thought?

Would a real man be standing in the corner on a hard piece of granite tile in a pair of 5 inch red fuck me boots because his wife snapped his fingers and pointed to the corner?

I got aroused at the thought that my wife had so much control over me. I stared at the corner in front of me shifting my feet from side to side, and shifting my thoughts from my discomfort, to my overwhelming desire to be in the presence of my wife.

Dingalingaling.

I was awakened from my submissive trance. I didn?t hear her guest leave. The blood drained from my face; my mouth became instantly dry. She couldn?t really be doing this, could she? My legs, rubbery from standing there for so long, seemed to be paralyzed. It took all my will to pick up my foot and turn around. It seemed like hours before my legs started moving forward.

Dingalingalingaling.

Oh no, two rings weren?t good. I minced as quickly as I could to her den.

I got to the door. It seemed as if I were entering another world when I opened the door. Time was slowing down. Everything was crystal clear, yet a blur. It was not my will that had me walking toward her and this guest. It seemed so automatic, like it was her will moving my legs. I wanted desperately to run back to her room and change my clothes, but forward I walked.

I turned the corner and stood before my wife and her guest with my head bowed.

?You rang ma?am.?

?Oh my God! Rick!??? Her guest was laughing hysterically.

?Oh my God it?s Nicole!? I thought to myself.

I could feel my face turn red from the humiliation. My mouth was completely dry. I wanted more than anything for this moment not to be happening. Please just let me shrink down to nothing and crawl into a tiny crack in the floor. I just really wanted to crawl into some tiny little hole and not be seen by anyone.

I have no doubt I hardly looked like a husband as I stared down at my fuchsia colored stocking clad legs balancing precariously on my stiletto heels. My hands crossed demurely in front of me, resting on my pink vinyl french-maids uniform. ?My eyes were fixed on the pointed toes of my red fuck me boots. It seemed like I stood there for an hour, but it was perhaps 15 seconds.

?Nicole would like a cup of coffee. Be a dear and make her some? my wife stated matter of factly.

?Yes Ma?am?

?Cream and sugar,? Nicole demanded, giggling.

?Yes Ma?am? I responded as I started towards the kitchen.

I could not help but hear the laughter as I walked away. I don?t think there?s much more that can humiliate a grown man like two beautiful women laughing at him.

My legs were wobbly and I was completely flustered. The simple task of making coffee was quickly becoming overwhelming. I could hear the hushed conversation but could not make out what they were saying.

I was shaking as I poured the gourmet beans in the grinder.? I?m glad there was a timer on the grinder. Pouring water into the decanter, pouring that into the coffee maker was difficult. Separating the coffee filter was impossible. I was shaking. I spilled the coffee trying to pour it into the filter. DAMN!

I would have to start over. I dumped the grinds and started over?this was way too much.

I returned to where they were seated and placed the serving tray on the table. I placed a cup before Nicole and a cup before my wife. I picked up the coffee pot and poured them each a cup of coffee. After I placed the coffee pot back on the serving tray I returned to my demure stance. I was praying that I would just melt to nothing but life was not that kind. I?m not sure how long it was before my existence was acknowledged; seconds seem to stretch into eternity when you?re in situations like this. After some time my wife removed the top from the sugar and gently laid it on the serving tray. She removed a spoon from the serving tray and added sugar to her coffee. All of the motions seemed to take forever. The gentle tinkle against the side of the cup as the coffee was stirred. My wife returned her spoon to the serving tray. This is pure agony! Please make everything move faster so this will all be over!

Nicole removed her spoon from the serving tray and went about the mundane task of fixing her coffee. I could sense the arrogance building within her as she performed this simple task. She knew that our prior egalitarian relationship was never to be the same again after this simple event. Even though I had my eyes to the floor I could clearly see she was studying me. She sat there with her legs crossed, nonchalantly looking at me as if she were looking at a vase. She finished stirring her coffee and placed her spoon on the serving tray. She took a sip of her coffee and returned her complete attention to my wife.

The view before me was a completely normal every day occurrence of two very attractive ladies enjoying a morning coffee together. The two chatted about the mundane as two friends will do. I occasionally saw Nicole look at me. There was no shyness when she looked at me. She didn?t look away when she felt I knew, instead she was unabashed, bold, obvious. She only looked away when she wanted to. This was absolutely surreal to me! After some time, perhaps 2 minutes, my wife took the first sip of her coffee. She placed the cup down gently, snapped her fingers and pointed to a corner in the room. I immediately went to the corner and stood there.

?You may kneel.? My wife said after some time, in the same way she might say, ?Sure, you can go out with your friends,? or ?You can go to the game.? Her tone of voice, her inflection, her demeanor, was all very normal when she gave her bitch husband permission to kneel in the corner because she felt some amount of sympathy for her husband?s feet after standing in his red 5? patent leather fuck me boots for the last hour.

I wasn?t quite sure what to do. Should I thank her and interrupt their conversation? Should I just kneel and be as inconspicuous as possible?

I was so confused as to what I should do!

Their conversation had resumed and I didn?t want to interrupt. I slowly dropped to my knees and felt the immense relief as the balls of my feet were finally free of all my weight. I couldn?t believe how much the balls of my feet were burning. I couldn?t believe the pure bliss as my calves loosened up for the first time in over an hour.

?Stand up bitch.? She said quite forcefully just as my knees hit the carpet.

I jumped back up on my burning feet. I was mad. I felt upset. I was hurt. My feet were really aching. I would like to ask why she was doing this. I wanted this game to end. That?s it I thought to myself, I really need to be a man and stop this. I stared at the corner simmering. I was angry. I pouted. I thought about just walking away. I thought about going upstairs, taking off this ridiculous outfit, throwing on my jeans and work boots and taking my rightful place as her husband, a man. I wanted to demand that she serve me a cup of coffee! I worried that the seams on my fuchsia stockings were crooked.

They resumed their conversation. They resumed their conversation just like there wasn?t a 5? 11? man dressed like a slut maid standing in the corner that they were playing like a yo-yo. Nicole started asking questions about our arrangement: what I would do, how I got to be where I am today. My wife was open and honest about everything. The conversation had the air of any other conversation among friends, except that instead of talking about the weather they were talking about my innermost secrets.

?What is that on your boot?? my wife asked Nicole.

?I don?t know. I guess I stepped in something.? Nicole replied.

I heard a snap of my wife?s finger and quickly minced over to my wife. I knew what was coming.

?It appears Nicole has stepped in something. Be a dear and lick it off.?

?Be a dear and get us some drinks.?, ?Be a dear and open a window? were normal requests asked politely by a person who loves and respects you. ?Be a dear and lick this crap off my friends boot.? asked in the same manner creates cognitive dissonance.

??Yes Ma?am?

I kneeled before Nicole and stole a quick glance in her eyes. I felt so meek and timid as I saw the power in her eyes. I saw her subtle grin that was giving away the way she felt about the mornings events. ?I quickly looked down and I know without a doubt she did not avert her gaze as my head dropped down below her knees. I could feel her eyes bearing down on me as my lips made their way to her leather boot. Her legs were crossed and the spot was on the boot that was in the air. The spot was just behind where her pinky toe would be, on the upper leather and on the side of the sole. She made no attempt to move her foot to make it any easier or harder on me. Her foot was where she was comfortable and she felt no need to move it, simple as that. The spot was off white. I didn?t have a clue as to what it could be. I gently ran my tongue across it to no affect. I kept increasing the pressure I was applying with my tongue. I could feel her pushing the boot against my tongue. The spot started to disappear ever so slowly with each lick. The bitter taste of her shoe and the stuff I was licking up was disgusting.

The two women kept talking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that a grown man in a pink vinyl maids outfit was on his knees licking goo off one of their boots.

?So you say a man will do anything if you control his orgasm.? Nicole reiterated.

My tongue was getting raw as I lapped away at the goo on her boot.

?I don?t think it will work on the alpha males, they would never go for it. The weaker males on the other hand need a woman in their lives to tell them what to do.? My wife replied.

My neck hurt because of the way I had to twist it to get my tongue in the right spot.

?I can?t believe that you could get most guys to do this. And you say he ENJOYS this??

My tongue kept digging into her boot. Her foot kept pressing against my tongue. I was getting used to the bitter taste. I was trying to drive out of my nonstop mind what this could possibly be. I couldn?t believe how turned on I was.

?Are you sure that it?s not just that your husband, if I may call him that, is just a completely perverted wimp??

The hardest part was that place where the upper meets the sole. It took everything I had to grind my aching tongue into that little nook to get the last of the goo off her boot.

?He may be. But I think his kind is more prevalent than you think.?

I think I was done. My tongue hurt beyond description. I was fighting my body?s natural reaction to gag at the disgusting taste in my mouth. I kept my head lowered near Nicole?s boot. I was wondering if I would ever be able to face Nicole again; I was praying I would never have to. A couple of minutes after I stopped grinding my tongue in Nicole?s boot I saw my wife?s hand gently turn Nicole?s foot so she could inspect. Nothing was said so I assume I did at least an adequate job.

I believe I need to reiterate:

I, a grown man, dressed in a pink vinyl maids outfit has kneeled before my wife?s friend and lapped up some unknown goo from her boot until my tongue was raw and?.nothing was said. No ?Thank you?, no ?Good job??it was just expected.

?Would you excuse me for a moment while I take care of something?? my wife asked Nicole.

?Sure?

?Get over here bitch.?

I crawled over to where my wife was sitting.

?Your insolence will not be tolerated. You?ve embarrassed me in front of my friend and now I must embarrass you in front of her.?

Embarrass me?? Embarrass me in front of her??? What exactly have you been doing to me for the last hour if you haven?t been embarrassing me I thought.

?I don?t understand Ma?am?

She stood up, towering above me. She roughly grabbed my face in her hand and tilted my head up so that I was looking up at her. Her face was so far above me. My cheeks were all scrunched together making my mouth look like a fish out of water. This really hurt and I was caught off guard. I don?t? think I?ve ever felt so weak and powerless in my life.

?I was thinking that you must be tired standing in those heels for so long and out of the kindness of my heart I gave you a break. All I expect in return for my benevolence is a little courtesy and respect. Do you think you can just take advantage of my good nature? Do you think you can just step all over me like I?m some little wimp??

?nnnnno mmmph? I tried to say through my painfully squeezed cheeks.

?When I was so gracious to you earlier what should your reply have been??

She grabbed my hair with her other hand and pulled my head back and let my cheeks go.

?Thank you Ma?am.? I cried out.

?Well it appears you haven?t lost your mind. Then why might I ask were you so disrespectful of me then? Do you think that just because we have a guest here you don?t have to show me any respect??

?No Ma?am. I..?

?I think you were just trying to show Nicole you how much of a man you are.?

Wait a minute?I was standing in the corner in a pink vinyl maids uniform and red patent leather 5? fuck me boots are locked on my feet. I was worried that the seam of my fuchsia stockings weren?t straight and that you would later punish me. You were telling me to kneel. I didn?t feel at all like a man.

?No Ma?am? I meekly replied.

?Go fuck yourself.?

My face must have turned completely white. My mouth had gone completely dry.

?Please Ma?am?please no?I beg you.?

She reached in her pocket pulled out a set of clover nipple clamps. She pulled my dress down and placed the clamps on my nipples. Nicole giggled as I gasped with the placement of each clamp. My dress was trying to ride back up putting pressure against the clamps, causing quite the amount of pain and discomfort.

I pleaded with my eyes as I stared up at her.

?Please don?t.? I whimpered.

She reached down and grabbed a single stiletto pump from the floor by her chair and hung the pump on the chain between my nipple clamps.

?Owwwww!?

?Oww? Oww?? she said sarcastically.

?You better go fuck yourself before you?re really fucked.?

She sat back down and resumed her conversation with Nicole. The argument, if you could call it that, was simply over. I was so turned on I couldn?t believe it. She has never been dominant to this extent. She?s always been quite creative but this was another level entirely. My raging manhood was abruptly restrained by a tiny steel chastity tube. I knew what I was about to do would be the pinnacle of my debasement and I was horrified and disgusted at myself for allowing it to happen. The feeling of the steel biting into my restrained erection gave away my equally strong arousal.

I walked over to where a decorative column had been ingeniously (or sinisterly) bolted to the floor so that it could be turned but not moved. I turned the column so that a dildo base was facing the room. I couldn?t believe this was happening. I walked over to the curio cabinet and opened the drawer. I stared in horror at what I already knew would be there. I was shaking as I tenderly picked up the 6 inch realistic looking penis. They both sat in their chairs, quietly sipping their coffee, watching me. I slid the penis into the base and set the snaps that would hold it secure. Please let me wake up!

I kneeled before the penis and gently stroked it. Oh damn, how long has it been since anyone, including me, has stroked my penis. You can?t imagine how badly I needed someone to do this to me. This is how I made love to this fake penis; it?s the way I was instructed to by my wife. I didn?t have a watch, I had no idea how long I did to this fake penis what I so longed to do to my own. It had to be at least 3 minutes. I had to gently stroke and lightly kiss this vile thing for at least 3 minutes before I was allowed to move on. My nipples were burning at the pressure of the clamps and the weight of my wife?s sexy pump. I had to tease this fake penis like I would like to have mine teased. I was desperately hoping my 3 minutes were up. If I moved too quickly I would be severely punished.

I placed both hands on the floor and was now on all fours before my lover. My mouth was dry but I had to get some lubricant on this or it was really going to hurt. See I have one choice in this whole scenario, I could either give this penis a blow job and lubricate it with my spit or I could use the KY Jelly that was sitting right next it in the drawer. The Jelly came with a price though?50 strokes. I only chose that once.

I placed my mouth around this fake penis, which was going to get absolutely no enjoyment out of this, and bobbed my head back and forth. This caused the shoe that was dangling below me to gently rock back and forth, tugging at the clover clamps pinching my nipples, causing me a great amount of distress. I started moaning due to the pain.

?Oh my God! He?s really getting off on this.? exclaimed Nicole.

?I told him he can use lubricant whenever he wants but he seems to always want to give his lover a blow job. And trust me - he?s not getting off anytime soon.?

The both giggled.

I tried desperately to get enough spit in my mouth to give it some lubrication. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as the dainty pump tugged at my nipples. I couldn?t simply suck on the fake penis, I had to face fuck it. I had to please it like I was its $20 whore.

?Ok slut, I think that?s enough foreplay. Now fuck yourself.?

I slowly pulled my mouth away from the penis, making sure my lips didn?t wipe off any of my precious spit. I could see the lipstick stains against the base. Would I ever see lipstick stains against the base of my penis?

I quickly turned around and backed up into my lover. My legs were kept apart by the column. I reached behind me and pulled my panties to the side. I backed into my lover until he had just entered me. I put my other hand on the floor and pressed in a little more. I gasped as I felt the intrusion. I pulled out a little bit and pushed back again, this time a little farther. Each time I did this I let out a grunt. I repeated this scene until I felt my ass cheeks pressed into the column. I felt impaled, violated, humiliated, and completely filled with lust.

I slowly rocked back and forth, just far enough out so my lover didn?t come out, and all the way back in. The pain was excruciating. I could feel myself starting to sweat. I was moaning and gasping uncontrollably. I could feel my face contorting. I was bucking faster. My knees hurt. My nipples hurt. My ass hurt. My cock tried to swell. I was humiliated beyond belief. I looked up and saw my wife pour herself another cup of coffee. Spit came out of my mouth. I was nearing exhaustion. I could hear the tinkle of the spoon against the cup. I could feel the sweat bead up on my nose. My ass was on fire. She took another sip of her coffee. I was making totally incoherent noises as I was loosing total control over my body except for the wild bucking of my hips. She gently placed her cup back on her saucer and casually sat back in her chair.

After a short pause she just stated, ?That?s all.?

I pulled myself away from my intruder and collapsed on the floor in a heap of contorted flesh, my body racked with pain and exhaustion. I curled up into the fetal position before these two beautiful women feeling totally humiliated. A snap of my wife?s finger brought me back to reality and quickly kneeling where her pointed finger instructed.

She gently removed her stiletto pump from the chain between my nipples. She very gently removed the clamps from one nipple. I cringed in pain and she gently rubbed my nipple as the feeling rushed back. She reached for the other clamp and I instinctively pulled away. She gently pulled me back and removed the other clamp. I gasped and held my tight fists by my side. She gently massaged my nipple, the sensation was overwhelming.

?You?re not going to humiliate me in front of my friends again are you?? she gently asked.

?No Ma?am? I replied.

?You?re going to treat me with courtesy and respect from now on, aren?t you?? she lovingly asked.

?Yes Ma?am? I replied.

She stopped massaging my nipple and patted her lap. I crawled over and placed my head in her lap. My arms wrapped around her calves and I held them like a teddy bear. She gently petted my head while she and Nicole continued their conversation. I was facing Nicole. I didn?t want her here. I didn?t want to face her but I didn?t have a choice. My wife had brought me to a new level of submission. Every time Nicole would look at me my eyes would turn to my wife?s lap. It was difficult look away, the natural place for my eyes to look was directly at Nicole. I felt like a little boy.

She was a beautiful woman dressed in causal elegance normal for a Saturday morning. I was dressed like a slut. She was sitting casually on the loveseat I purchased, no different than any normal person would. I was kneeling before my wife with my head in her lap being petted like a dog. I couldn?t help but notice the spot on her stylish boot where I had painstakingly licked some sort of goo off. She moved her foot around as if to punctuate that she knew I was starting at it. I noticed her glancing at the red patent leather fuck me boots locked on my nylon clad feet. She was enjoying the sensation of hot gourmet coffee. I couldn?t get my mind off the burning, yet empty sensation in my ass. Her jeans concealed what I knew to be a very sexy pair of legs. My tiny pink French-maid outfit had ridden up my leg revealing my fuchsia panties. I saw her wry smile before I quickly glanced away trying to pull my dress down. She looked over at the column which was still displaying the object of my debasement and I knew things would never be the same between Nicole and I again.

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This is an original work of TG Fiction intended for adult audiences. If you are under 18 years, go away and come back when you are. Any resemblance to real persons is entirely purposeful for which the author accepts all responsibility. Many thanks to Femur for a very generous and thorough review and edit that helped improve the final work and prevented much grammatical embarrassment. *---*---*---*---* Altered Fates - POWER ...

Hidden Powers

You are Louis, a male at the age of 24. Your whole life weird things have been happening to you. Until a couple years ago you couldn't quite understand how or why. All your life you would get into unusual sexual situations. When you were in high school you were really popular among girls and you never found it hard to get someone. You only realized in college that you have powers unlike anyone else. You can influence people, stop time, become invisible, and have whatever you are doing seem...

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Dude I Think I Have Superpowers

Welcome! In this story, you will follow one or more characters who wake up one morning to find that they have superpowers! The branches will be generally quite grounded, so don’t come into this expecting people to start hurling black holes at each other but what you can expect will be outlined at the beginning of every branch. Whether it is gritty or more light hearted will depend on the branch in question. The powers come from an unknown source and can be explained by an author if they so...

The Skate ParkTransfer of Power

The Skate Park---Transfer of PowerMornings at the sk8t park were always the best. Still lots of tree shade, but in the summer, still hot as fuck by noon. I was surprised at how many of the guys showed up---it was kinda short notice. Dustin and Kelso were sk8tin around the short track. I was just hangin on the table, waiting for the rest of the guys.Finally they were all there---I gave out a loud and hard whistle---lots of dudes were so jealous cause I could do that. We all were assembled now....

Testing Moms Will Power

Testing Mom’s Will PowerBy ReebThe summer of 2011 started out as the hottest ever of my seventeen years of life so far. We live in a rural Pennsylvania community so the summers can be very hot and humid but I am referring to the intense sexual heat created by my raging teenage hormones. At this age, all I can think about is having sex and in my case lately, with the most beautiful woman in my world, my mom.I cannot help myself as I feel the strong need to masturbate numerous times a day, at...

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No Power

“I hate snow!” I muttered to myself as I walked up the steps to my apartment building, placing the key in the door lock and letting myself in.As I walked up the three flights of stairs, the lights began to flicker. “Great, this is all I fuckin need,” I yelled, not caring who heard. I placed my briefcase on the floor in front of my door, and unlocked the door and deadbolt. I walked in, tossed my bag and briefcase on the couch, and headed for the kitchen.I picked up the evening paper off of the...

Reluctance

Garima And Nuzla Unleash Their Girl Power

I was bent over a spanking bench with my arms tied behind my back. In front of me was Naksh, seated in a chair and naked. His huge monster cock was 10 inches down my throat. I was sucking and slurping so passionately. I love Naksh’s big cock. Garima had spanked my butt for 300 swats with a large wooden paddle. My poor butt was sore. Nuzla had shoved a vibrating dildo so deep in my ass that she could not get it back out. She tried to grab it and wanted me to push, but I was too ass-full to push....

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Aladdin Absolute Power

"You little fool! You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on earth!" Jafar shouted as he strangled Aladdin. "Without the genie, boy, you're nothing!" "The genie has more power than you'll ever have!" Aladdin struggled to get out. "What!!" "He gave you your power, he can take it away!" "Al, what are you doing? Why are you bringing me into this?" The Genie asked. "Face it, Jafar, you're still just second best!" Aladdin continued. "You're right! His power does exceed my own! But not...

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Terras Pearl of Power

You are Terra, a woman in her mid-twenties. You have shoulder length red hair and freckles to match, though mostly faded due to taking care of your skin. You're fairly attractive, though single, and you have a B cup bust and a fit bubble butt. No one would ever really say you've got big assets but it's not like you're exactly a stick. You are kind of a nerd, or at least you were but now you don't have as much time to indulge in nerdy things. Except maybe once a week or two. "Nat 20! It's a...

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Perks of Power

Throughout history men and woman have done whatever necessary to gain as much power and influence as possible in their lifetime. From the all powerful one percent, using their unstoppable influence to use the world as their personal playground to those with much less power but use what little they have to wreck havoc on others. Now its your turn to create or follow the adventures of those who use their power to use and claim those weaker or gullible then them. Choose the path you wish to take...

Displaying for Mr Collins

I went to Mr Collins’ office, David’s, for my normal briefing. I enjoyed working for him, he was a quiet kind man. The corridor to the office was long and quiet, it being above what used to be the stables in the old house where our offices were situated. Unusually Mr Collins was sitting, not at his desk but at the low coffee table near the window where he and clients often sat discussing work. The door was open, as it was when he wasn’t busy, and he motioned me over to him. I closed the door...

The Perils of Powers

What a time to find out you have powers. Forty years old. Don't ask me how it happened, why or what, because I don't know. My parents don't have any powers that I know of, nor anyone else in my family. Me, some months after my fortieth birthday I woke up after a poor night's sleep to discover that I was covered in fur! I panicked and desperately wished it would go away, and it did. I lay back, relaxed, and put it down to a lucid dream. But I was curious. I tried experimenting. ...

She Told Me She Had Super Powers

She told me she had super powers. I did not believe her. I laughed. ‘You are a woman. You are weak. I am a man. I am strong.’ I looked at her 5’4′, 115 pound frame. ‘Do you want to see super powers from a super man?’ I raised my arm and flexed my bicep. Proud of the strength of my body and the muscles that I possessed, if anyone was super powerful, it was me, not her. Unrelenting and confident in her abilities, she stood her ground, smiled, and felt the hardness of my muscle. ‘Yes, you are...

A Shift In Power

Ava had been in the waiting room for only twenty minutes before she started fidgeting. She picked at the invisible lint on her skirt, and every couple seconds she would straighten it. Her eyes kept glancing around the room, and she grew more and more embarrassed as the time ticked on. She couldn’t figure out why she was the one sitting in the waiting room of a sex therapist office. Will was the one that had been having the affairs. ‘Surely, he should be here discussing his issues with...

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The Monks Power

THE MONK'S POWER How I got there The Monastery Janan Marish's story The Tour Jakeed What Next Marish's Gift Dalark The Omni My memory returns The Master's Death The Monk's Power How I got there As I slowly woke up, several realizations occurred to me at the same time. I was freezing although I was covered with heavy coverings and didn't even have my face exposed to the frigid mountain air. I also hurt all over and knew that my body had been badly...

A WellLived Life 2 Book 6 SamanthaChapter 7 Speaking the Truth to Power

July 10, 1992, Chicago and Glencoe, Illinois “Be very careful, Tiger,” Jessica said on Friday afternoon. “I will,” I said. “I just want answers to my questions.” “Will you be able to trust those answers?” “That’s a good question,” I said. “All I can do is see what she has to say, if anything.” “You said that her dad thought she’d talk to you.” “But he wasn’t completely sure. She didn’t tell him ‘no’ outright. It’s as we discussed - she’s an emotionally immature seventeen-year-old. Jesse...

Nascio gets powers

It was night at my house and I was yet again with a book in my hands. I have always been smart loving math, physics and stuff but I never stopped to actually study anything. In my free time I usually was reading something science fiction fantasy and such. I’m 18 and in school anything that interested me was always easy to understand. In the start or at most middle of the explanation I already had the rest figured out. When everyone was doing the second exercise I had finished. But even then I...

Sexual Power

After a long and arduous day of training and learning at the hand of the Sorcerer Supreme, Wanda wandered the countless lines of dusty, three metre high bookshelves in the Sanctum’s library. She wasn’t hardly ever looking for anything in particular, Wanda just took whatever old text happened to catch her eye. Today her wandering gaze finally landed on a thin, hardback book in a deep shade of red. Removing it carefully from the shelf, she read its title. Seitekina Chikara. Two words Wand managed...

In the Pursuit of Power

There are evil things in this world. Things both dark and foul that man was not meant to know. Magics forbidden to all but the most crazed or foolish, for they deal in things most civilized men find distasteful... corrupt, or entirely evil. Despite this, there are many who seek these arts, convinced that mastering the spells and rituals of the forbidden arts will make them more powerful than their peers. This is a tale of one of them. Her name is Asharra Valaar... though that name is one of her...

XSFGCChapter 10 The Power

Phillip went into the kitchen, looking for a snack and a drink before he had to meet Ann Marie in the Danger Room for a training session. He had just finished a different kind of training session with the Professor. The Professor had scanned Phillip mentally again and when they were done the Professor said that he put some blockers in Phillip's mind so that he wouldn't feel so much pain upon manifestation of his powers. He told Phillip that he expected him to do the hard work required to...

Stripping Power

Frank got out of bed just like he did any other day. The sun was already shining through his cheap, half-broken blinds through his window, bathing the room in soft light. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and staggered towards the small kitchenette that was on the other side of his drab, studio apartment. After starting up his coffee machine and throwing some instant oatmeal in the microwave he noticed a strange envelope on his kitchen counter. Printed neatly on the envelope was his full name and...

Mind Control

Items of Power

Some examples of the Items that might appear in the reality of your choice: Ring of 3: A golden ring with three emeralds. When worn you can change a person through the use of a three word phrase. A person can only be changed three times before they are immune to further uses of the ring, however any transformations are then permanent. Reality Remote: Alter reality through the use of a remote control. Tainted Cube: The power within a Cosmic Cube allows whoever wields it to literally reshape...

Mind Control

A Quest for Power

A Quest for Power AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story will consist of multiple chapters, its length will depend on howmuch reader feedback I get (i.e. how many people are enjoying the story) andhow many ideas I have (although readers feel free to send me ideas, I quiteoften use them in plot lines). Since the codes for the story have to be predetermined before the story isposted (and I can't change them with each new chapter) I guessed at what codesI will be incorporating. I apologize if the code you...

Path to Power

In the ancient and dangerous realm of Hythoria many races of sentient and mindless creatures dwelled together in a turbulent coexistence. In the massive continent there were several petty kingdoms that had been carved out in the sprawling expanse, but the largest three were divided between the kingdom of Vitrainia, which was ruled by the race of Men and their warmonger King, the kingdom of Exonia, ruled by the cold and indifferent Elves and their Queen, and the large swath of Wastelands that...

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Dream Power

It’s been a long day and you are tired. So tired that after dinner you go to bed early, hoping for a nice, long, relaxing sleep and maybe a pleasant dream as well. Within minutes you are sound asleep… You blink a couple of times, wondering what sort of weird dream you’re having. You are surrounded by darkness in every direction, with no light visible, yet you are able to see your own body. “Well, it is a dream…” You tell yourself as you stand there, completely naked. Then a woman emerges from...

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Balance of PowerChapter 2 Consolidation of Power

If I had known how things might turn out from my position now beneath Tay, I would have pushed her foot away that was still pressing painfully on the side of my cheek grinding my face further into the dirt. Pushed her foot away, stood up, and marched straight back to my education department with a full report on how she had assaulted me. I would have recommended her immediate expulsion and had her file re-opened, the same file that the Board had examined when it recommended her re-instatement...

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