As mentioned in my bio, these stories are fantasies based on finding a ring that gives me the power to control women. Each story centers around a real person in my life that I would have liked to have been able to use such a ring upon. This includes wives, step-daughters, mother-in-law's, sister-in-law's, the wives and daughters of friends and neighbours, co-workers, all the obvious. In this story, I tell of turning my innocent and sexually reserved first wife into a cock craving slut who couldn't say no to other men's advances.
The woman who would become my wife was a virgin when I met her. In fact, she had never so much as kissed another man before. Her innocence and purity were a great turn on to me and I knew immediately that I had to make her mine. We met in college when I was 21 and she only 18. At 5 foot 4 inches and 110 pounds with long dark hair and a very pretty Latina face, she possessed broad hips and a curvaceous ass, shapely legs and perky size C tits. The perfect figure for me. The perfect woman.
Though very shy and wanting to save herself for marriage, with the persuasion of the ring I had her willingly spreading her legs and surrendering her virginity to me in no time. With the ring and its ability to make a woman crave sex, obey orders and through suggestion to leave desires in their minds afterward, I soon trained Deanna to be the sexy bunny I wanted her to be. With a click of my fingers she was on her knees making love to my cock with her mouth. With a slap on the ass she was naked in bed rubbing her clit in anticipation of being fucked. I taught her to worship my cock, talk like a dirty whore while getting fucked, take it in the ass and to love eating cum. She had become the perfect woman, I loved her deeply and wanted to always be with her.
A few years later we were married and she continued to behave as the perfect cock craving fuck toy that every wife should be. But only when I wore the ring. Otherwise she remained something of a natural prude. Without the ring I still had to pressure her into sex, and then she would only lay there like a log. With the ring she was a sex kitten, but without it she was simply a bore. Myself of course I was never bored for lack of fantastic sex, as the ring ensured that I always had many opportunities at my disposal. One by one I trained each of Deanna's sisters, her mother, and the prettiest of her friends to suck my cock and willingly offer me their cunts and assholes to fuck as I pleased. All had boyfriends or husbands of their own and it continually thrilled me to no end to meet them and know that the love of their life was my willing slut! Couples would visit us and I could barely constrain my smirking, the husband little suspecting that his loving wife only hours before was bent over the same couch they were now sitting on taking my cock up her ass, loudly begging for me to cum down her throat, and performing other sexual depravities that she would never ever offer him.
Will so many options available to me, truth is I became a rather bored with my wife after a year or so of marriage. Her body was fabulous, but why not fuck some new pretty prize and to them be able to gawk at her husband contemptuously. I often wondered what those men would think if they were to see their wife sitting astride my waist, eagerly pumping their pussy up and down on my dick. Most would be shocked in dread I imagine, and I would laugh at the idea of their catching us. Their pretty loving wife a willing slut for another man's cock. But I imagined that it might turn on some men. That they might enjoy watching their wife willingly spread her legs and beg another man to enter her.
Then a notion occurred to me. A thought that soon became an obsession. The idea of my virtuous wife cheating on me, bent over on all fours, enjoying being humped by another man. She had only ever had sex with me and was still innocent and pure in so many ways. The thought of her wanting other cocks gave me an instant woody. I had seen the way the guys we hung out with all eyed her figure up and down when they thought no one was noticing. I knew every male friend we had would not resist fucking her if given the chance. I wanted to give them that chance. I wanted to watch my wife willingly let my friends all stick their cocks into her. So I decided to use the power of the ring and see if I could turn my wife into a willing slut.
I began her slut training by starting to fuck her frequently again, always using the power of the ring. I used its power of suggestion to peak her curiosity and push her levels of obedience. I told her that she was now to worship just not my cock, but all cock, to worship the very idea of cock. I told her when she looked at a man that she was to imagine what his penis looked like exposed, how big and long it was, to imagine how it would feel in her hands. Her mouth. In her pussy. And up her ass. I told her to dress slutty when other men visited. And when alone with them she was absolutely not to resist any advances they made on her.
As I spoke these words, over and over, on many occasions, she would always agree, but afterward would make jest of them and never act on them. Unless ... I wore the ring while other men were around. The effect began slowly at first. She began to wear sexier dresses when we had male guests over and I wore the ring. Then I would catch her eying their groins. Later she began to expose her legs more freely, to sit close to them, behave seductively, to show cleavage. The night my friend Maurice was visiting and Deanna came into the living room in nothing but a teddy and silk gown I knew it was show time. I pretended I had drank too much and headed off to bed. Previously I had positioned spy cameras and microphones in the overhead stereo speakers. So going to the bedroom and turning on my computer, I watched the show unfold before me.
And now, I let Deanna tell the story in her own words ...
Tony had invited with friend Maurice over for dinner and drinks. I felt in a peculiar mood that night, as I sometimes inexplicably did. I just couldn't seem to keep my mind out of the gutter. Now Maurice was a nice looking man, about Tony's age, a bit taller and heavier, 6 footish and 200 pounds I would guess. Not a bad looking man, with thick brown hair, a trimmed mustache, muscular, a nice smile, tight jeans that hugged his body. But nothing more than that. But for some reason on that strange and magical night I could not stop staring at him, noticing how amazingly handsome and charming he suddenly seemed to be. When he smiled I would gawk at him and smile back subconsciously. When he laughed I would break out in loud laughter and hug his arm in awe of his remarkable whit. I had never been particularly impressed with him before. But this night he seemed like the perfect man. And sexy as hell!
I could not help but to keep my eyes drawn toward his, you know, his crotch. His pants were tight, but not tight enough to give me a good idea of how large his package was. I found myself drifting off wondering what his cock would look like if he were standing before me naked. How long it would take to get hard if I sucked on it and how big and thick it would become. I wondered if showing him my breasts would make his cock get nice and hard for me and if he ever fantasied of fucking his friends wife. I had promised to be a faithful wife and admit that I had never ever really looked at a man other than my Tony before in this way. But tonight I wanted Maurice in the worst way. I wanted him to forcibly strip me naked and ram himself into me. I wanted to beg for his permission to suck his cock. I wanted to tell him that I was his bitch and his slut. I really couldn't understand what had come over me.
A had a vague dreamy recollection of Tony talking dirty to me while we made love and telling me to be open to sex with other men, to dress sexy for them, to offer no resistance to their advances. But the idea had always just struck me as silly before tonight. But tonight was different. Tonight I wanted to follow Tony's suggestions. As the night wore long I felt Tony would not be upset if I were to leave the room and get into something a little more comfortable. Excusing myself I went upstairs and pondered upon what to wear. Something sexy yes, revealing yes, but not too obvious. Stripping nude I explored the curves of my body with my fingers in front of the mirror. I pulled my nipples to make them stand erect, and stroked my trimmed bush. Yes, I think Maurice would be pleased with my naked body and having it at his disposal to do with as he wished. I found a small black teddy that left my cleavage bare, as it did my legs and much of my butt cheeks. Thinking this too slutty, I chose a thin red silk gown to wear over the teddy. Wrapping the silk belt around my waist to hold the gown close enough to conceal my cleavage and legs, I put on red high heel shoes and ample bright red lipstick to complete the ensemble.
