Absolute Control Pt. 03

Fiona, on all fours, looked up at Peter as Ian pounded into her, causing her bottom cheeks to ripple and her hair to swing back and forth. Their eyes met for the first time. The connection they made right then and there, at that precise moment showed on both their faces. Behind them the scorched earth of their past lay barren and dead, and they both understood the path that their lives together would now take. Ian let out a short gasp and Fiona's eyes half closed as she felt Ian's penis swell and ejaculate inside her. Peter watched in silent resignation as the penultimate act of Fiona's control over him reached its climax on their living room floor.

"Tissues Peter. Make yourself useful now."

Peter left the room and brought a box of tissues back from the kitchen, standing in front of the naked couple as Ian extracted himself , still erect, from Fiona and stood up.

"Well? Do you need instructions girl?" Fiona snapped.

Peter knelt down and taking a tissue from the box, reluctantly dabbed the top of Ian's penis.

"No Peter. Wash it first, then you can dry it off. Come on now, the taste will be quite familiar to you. I am your wife after all."

Peter turned again towards the large angry thing sticking out perpendicularly from Ian's slim hips and closing his eyes in disgust he took the tip into his mouth and slowly worked his tongue around the head, swallowing the salty emissions as quickly as he could.

"Good girl. All the way now. Show Ian how you love the taste of your wife's wet pussy. Show him what an effeminate little slut you really are."

Peter worked his way down the shaft thrilled by the words his wife was using., desperate to demonstrate the completeness of his submission, to please his wife by obeying her every wish, however debased or depraved it seemed to be.

Peter's hair, now shoulder length fell in long curls around his neck, and as Ian looked down at his beautifully made-up face he began to get aroused again. At first it shocked him, but as Peter's tongue expertly rolled around the shaft and sucked his penis, drawing it deep into the back of his throat, he began to relax. Fiona, lying on her side, looked on with a half smile as her husband applied himself more and more enthusiastically to his cleaning chore.

Ian put his hands on the back of Peter's head to steady himself. There was no need to move, Peter's tongue was providing more than enough stimulation. Then he felt Peter's fingers tickle his balls and that was all it took. He groaned and knees slightly bent, thinking how beautiful this little slut was, came in long pulsating waves deep into Peter's warm inviting throat. Peter could not believe how exquisite this felt. For the first time he had used his femininity to arouse a man to the point of orgasm and it felt quite delicious.

Chapter 7.

Fiona flicked disinterestedly through The Field magazine, looking up occasionally at the quiet opulence of Dr Edward's waiting room. She could hear the grandfather clock in the marbled hall ticking and a taxi cab panting outside as the last patient, heels clicking, descended the stone steps down into a warm summer's day in Harley Street.

Peter sat neatly in the centre of a large leather Chesterfield, dressed in a flirty white cotton dress, with large cornflower blue polka-dots and a frilly petticoat underneath. He clasped a small heart shaped sequined purse in both hands containing his lip gloss and a pink candy striped handkerchief.

Fiona threw the magazine down onto a glass coffee table and looked across at Peter, smiling at him encouragingly. Peter looked calm, but a tell-tale red flush had appeared on his neck giving away his inner anxiety.

A moment later Dr Edwards appeared.

"Fiona, how nice to see you again, and this must be Peter, yes?"

Fiona stood up and clasping her friend by the elbows greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks. Peter stood up shyly and offered a limp hand, palm down which Dr Edwards took gently into her right hand, clasping her left hand on top reassuringly.

Dr Edwards's rooms were on the second floor, and they all climbed the steps in line, with Peter holding the front of his wrap around dress together with his fingers and thumb to preserve his modesty, feeling his heels sink into the deep pile carpet at every step.

"Do take a seat. "

Peter and Fiona sat down on two Georgian striped arm chairs in front of a vast maple desk covered in mottled green leather. A cracked empty ink pot on a brass tray took centre stage, together with a photograph in a silver frame of Dr. Edwards sitting astride an enormous black horse in beige jodhpurs.

"Now Peter. Are you absolutely sure you want to go ahead with this. This regime will, and in a relatively short time make you completely impotent, and the change will be irreversible after only a few months. "

"He is completely certain. It is what we both want."

Fiona answered brightly, taking Peter by the hand and squeezing it tightly.

Dr. Edwards looked over the rim of her glasses at Peter. Her eyes were green and sparkled with intelligence.

"Peter, this must be your decision and yours alone. I am not happy to proceed unless you yourself are certain of the consequences of your decision.

Peter blushed, and looked at Fiona nervously before replying.

"Yes, I do understand that this will make me impotent, and it is definitely what I want. I love my wife but our relationship is much stronger when I am not allowed to have sex. It makes me a nicer person and it makes my wife happier."

Dr. Edwards took off her glasses and placed them on the table in front her.

"It is not a matter of not being allowed Peter. You will not be capable of having sex. There are other side effects too, and you should also be aware that these are not entirely pleasant ones. You will feel more emotional, your breasts will swell and your nipples will become much more sensitive. I suspect you will also put a little weight on; you will be both weaker physically and frequently feel tired. Are you sure that you understand that these are physiological changes that your body will definitely go through?"

Peter's mouth went dry and his penis pressed hard against the cage inside his pink cotton panties. He couldn't have dreamed how erotic the idea of being totally at Fiona's mercy in such a catastrophically life changing way could feel. Fiona's heart started pounding in her chest. She rubbed her hands together and could feel how clammy they had become.

You could cut the atmosphere in the room with a knife. Both Fiona and Peter were electrified with an almost unbearable erotic tension.

The room fell silent, the moment of truth had arrived.

"I am aware of that entire Doctor. I can cope with these changes, and really want this. I understand completely how life changing this is."

"Very well then. If you would like to sit on the examination table over there I can give you your first injection. "

Peter sat on the edge of the couch and swung his legs over.

"Now just lie back and lift your skirt up so I can see your thigh."

Peter pulled his skirt up exposing his lace stocking tops and his lily white thigh. Dr. Edwards pressed a cold topical anaesthetic against his leg on a cotton wool ball for a few moments, then picked up a large syringe from a kidney bowl.

"Just a small scratch coming ....now. Well done"

Peter winced, and felt a slightly warm sensation in his leg as the drug started to enter his system,

"Nearly there. Good, all done."

Fiona clapped her hands together in glee as Dr. Edwards placed a small plaster over the wound.

"So Peter, I would like to see you again in a month, and thereafter every three months. If you have any concerns or worries then you should call me immediately. "

Peter stood up and felt just fine. Outside in the street Fiona hailed a cab and in silence Peter and Fiona, hand in hand, made their way across town to Knightsbridge. There were bras to buy now, and Fiona wanted to ensure that this was as intense and intimate an experience for Peter as she could possibly make it. She had booked a three hour slot with her favourite bra fitter.

Peter looked out of the cab as they passed Marble Arch, slowly making their way westwards. Something inside him felt different, he wasn't sure exactly what it was, but somehow he felt just a little bit more vulnerable. He squeezed Fiona's hand. She sensed his anxiety and squeezed his hand back in return.

"Leave everything to me Peter. Just let everything happen around you, and I promise to look after you."

It suddenly dawned on Peter. Fiona was right, this was exactly what felt so different. For the first time in his adult life he felt the need to be protected, and Fiona was his protector.

Six months later Fiona called Peter from the landing.

"Come upstairs please Peter, I want to have a word with you."

Peter had an adrenalin rush and put the saucepan he was washing down gently on the draining board. He recognized that tone of voice. Taking his pink rubber gloves off he walked elegantly to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Fiona wearing a short black nighty lent over the balcony and crooked her finger menacingly.

"Up you come. Mummy wants you."

Peter lifted his heavy black skirts and climbed the stairs wearily; any kind of physical exertion these days seemed to take a huge effort. His breasts ached, and he felt the slightest thing would make him cry. At the top of the stairs he turned towards Fiona and curtsied neatly, brushing down his pinny with his slim hands, biting his bottom lip nervously, tasting cherry chapstick and fear.

"Now Peter, listen to what Mummy tells you."

How Peter hated it when she referred to herself in that way. It usually meant she was going to abuse him, and it always meant that she was really turned on and determined to have her way.

"We are going to play some games to see how well you are doing. If you stay limp then you will win each game, and if you win all the games then guess what?"

Peter shrugged.

"Not even going to guess for Mummy?"

Tears began to form in Peter's eyes. His nipples hurt and he just wanted to sit down and rest his legs.

"If you win Peter, then we will make arrangements to go over to the belt company and you can have your little dolly back to play with. Just think how well your panties will fit then? How many lovely tight fitting skirts you will finally be able to wear. "

Peter just wanted to sit down. He felt absolutely nothing between his legs. His sole focus now was to get through each day without crying or fainting, to finish his chores and go to sleep. He was apathetic, disinterested in everything and had no sexual feelings at all.

Fiona's vulva glistened. Her outer lips were fat and red and she felt full of energy, full of life and totally empowered. Lying back on the bed she beckoned Peter to kneel before her. Fiona held out a hand to help him down, and with a weary disinterest he looked up the wet, dripping mass of hair and wished it would all soon be over.

"Come, come Peter, a little enthusiasm please. Show Mummy how much you love to make her happy."

Peter began his task, placing soft delicate kisses on Fiona's inner thighs and moving towards the heavy scent of her being. This was going to be a long night. Fiona could not have been happier. Her loving husband, entirely by his own volition had dismantled his sexuality and packed it away forever. His days now were grey and dull and tedious, and either spent cleaning the house or serving his wife. His tiny penis hung lifelessly between his legs, the scent and taste of Fiona didn't arouse him, but just tasted sour and salty.

Fiona purred with pleasure. She could not have dreamt that her dominant imagination could have led to such heady feelings of absolutely exquisite sexual pleasure. As she pulled Peter by his long blonde curls closer and closer to the centre of her lust she let out a dark, low primeval moan and, confident that Peter would win all the games tonight, she flooded his mouth and throat with the first of a dozen of the most intense orgasms she would ever experience in her life.

Peter obediently absorbed his wife's abundant emissions, his arms curled under her thighs, pulling himself as close as he could in a desperate attempt to absorb every drop and avoid any unpleasantness. Fiona lay back on the bed, resting her hands above her head, breathing hard. Perspiration ran down her neck and cleavage and the room felt hot and clammy. Peter knelt impassively before her. His mouth glistened wet with Fiona's emissions. He looked into the middle distance, his eyes unfocussed, waiting vacuously for his wife's next order. There was no anxiety any more, no need to worry about anything. Fiona made every decision now. His life revolved around this tiny suburban house and the oppressive enormity of his wife's presence.

Peter was beyond subjugation now. He had found that perfect space in his mind where following Fiona's commands was all that mattered. Fiona knew this too. There was no need for depravity, no need to push any physical or sexual boundaries with Peter anymore. It wouldn't make any difference now. Peter had exceeded the limits of his submission and there was nowhere else to go. He knelt before his wife, his long slim limbs encased in nylon and lace, his breasts pert and beautiful, full red lips, expressionless, his skin pale and flawless. He looked at peace. Their journey had reached an end. Fiona sat up and looked down on her beautiful husband, who looked up blushing with large watery eyes. Fiona smiled at him tenderly and something stirred again between her legs.

This was going to be a very long night indeed.

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