Indentured Pervitude, Ch. 19
by Rachael DMM
Tom checked himself out in the mirror - a more and more frequent habit lately. He was looking good. He'd noticed Wendy ogling him openly around the house with lustful looks instead of disappointed ones. The Peloton was doing the trick and his potential spare tire never matured. His shoulders were definitely wider, and his chest more defined. The weight set was getting the job done. Even his ass was looking sexier, especially in the see-through yellow panties he was wearing. Amazing what a few months of regular exercise and a good diet could achieve.
He had come to accept that he was to dress in slinky lingerie to please his mistress. It was part of his obligation as Wendy's "love slave," but he had gotten to where he didn't mind it so much. He had come to understand it wasn't being done to humiliate him, but simply because she found it sexy for some weird reason. He didn't pretend to understand the appeal, and it was still humiliating even if that wasn't her intention, but the satin or lace material did feel good against his hairless hard-on and shaven balls, so there was a trade-off.
He had grown to like being shaved. It wasn't so much the shaving itself - although he did enjoy it when his mother-in-law was able to join in and help out. On those days, Tom knew it was going to end with a top-shelf blowjob from his orally skilled mother-in-law. Wendy had even stopped running off to another room and actually stayed to watch these improper blowjobs go down, which was super hot. He loved the way she watched her mother sucking him off and rubbed her pussy through her pants. He couldn't wait until they got to the point where the girls both just stripped down naked and went at it. That seemed inevitable at this point.
That was a threesome he was looking forward to. He was never much into the whole incest thing before, but he'd love to see his wife go down on her mother. As long as he was allowed to jerk off to it!
Jordyn was over there about once a week lately, and Wendy was getting all the head she needed, which made life easier for him. She was no longer demanding it from him, which he was just fine with. About a month earlier, they began regularly inviting him in to watch. Sometimes they would let him beat off, and sometimes they'd just torture him and wouldn't let him touch himself. They seemed to get off on that, like the evil bitches they were. He'd assumed that after his wife and her friend pegged him, they'd be able to have "normal" threesomes, but it took longer than he assumed.
Eventually, he got pulled into the mix and he was forced to bang Jordyn with Wendy right there. She was too skinny for his tastes, but she was still a great fuck. And he loved getting a blowjob from her while his wife licked his ass. The best of both worlds. Now, if he could just get Wendy to do that to him while her mom was sucking his cock. That didn't seem like such a big leap these days.
Things had changed, indeed. It was a concern at first, but Tom had to admit things were pretty much working out in his favor overall. Sure, Wendy took things too far once in a while, but it was exciting to find out that his supposedly reserved wife was in reality an insatiable sex maniac. He was always a jealous guy, but even he was beginning to wonder when she was going to take the next step and start fucking other men. Not that it was something he wanted, necessarily, but it could be fun to see her getting railed by another guy...or two. Isn't that what sluts were supposed to do? And that's exactly what his wife had become...a slut!
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Six months later, ironically enough on April 1st, Tom's debt was officially paid off. They had managed it in just less than a year by devoting all of Tom's income toward what he owed, and a good part of Wendy's. Not to mention the extra money they made on FanPage doing master and slave sex shows for a few thousand horny guys who got off on that kink.
Wendy was facing a moment of crisis. Tom was free from BitWize. No longer an indentured entity. They still owed her parents a bit of money, but that was all off the books. She had the authority to release Tom and render him truly free again. Give him back complete autonomy. Have his chip removed and allow him his full rights as a human being to travel as he pleased, spend as he wanted, and to fuck, or not fuck, whomever he chose. Wendy couldn't understand why that thought made her uncomfortable. Even more so than when she had first learned she was to become Tom's owner.
She knew this day would come, but it was easy to put off thinking about it. But now that it had actually arrived, she didn't have that luxury any longer. What was there even to think about? Of course she was going to give him his freedom. Wasn't that the whole point of putting every extra bit of money they had into paying it all off? But she couldn't help feeling like there was a choice to be made. She had to decide who she was once and for all, and that would make up her mind for her.
Wendy spent the best part of the day alone with a bottle of wine and weighed her options. She evaluated her life, before the possession and after. She wasn't the same person as when Tom first got himself into trouble. And neither was he. Tom had come to accept his lesser station, in their marriage and in his life. It took some time, but he stopped resisting his new reality and adjusted to the intrinsic degradation that came with being an owned person.
Wendy hated to admit it, but in this state, unwillingly bound and compelled, he had become a much better partner. He had maintained his workout routine and was looking sexier than ever. He had improved his skills in the bedroom - thanks in large part to his "forced" experiences with Wendy's friends. And he had become more attentive and aware of her needs and feelings. He was even more useful around the house and able to handle small DIY projects he never would have attempted before.
She made up her mind. But, she didn't want to tell Tom right away. She needed to sit with her decision for a day or two and see how it felt. Maybe discuss it with her friends - despite knowing what they would say about it. She had thought primarily about what was best for Tom for the past year, but it was finally time to think about what was best for her.
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"Tom," Wendy called down the hallway to the bedroom, "Can you come out so we can talk?"
By the time she reached the sofa, he was already rushing in, a big smile on his face. He was fully clothed, which looked weird to her after him being a nudist, or close to it, for most of the past year. She couldn't keep from frowning.
"What's this? No lingerie? Not even a nice pair of panties? If you're not going to dress up for me, you should at least be nude."
Tom looked like he was at a complete loss. "But...I thought...didn't you say..." he fumbled, not wanting to contradict her, but not understanding what was going on. "We paid off what I owe, didn't we?"
