Caitlyn Mathison walked into the Galloway mansion, tossed her coat at the doorman, and headed toward the dining room. She gave a brittle smile as all eyes turned to note her entrance. The smile never quite reached her eyes.
Jack Galloway got up from his seat at the head of the table and kissed her on the cheek. "You're late," he commented, with perhaps a note of censure in his voice, as he pulled out her chair for her.
"I'm sorry, we got stuck it traffic. All the people that work in New York heading home to Connecticut, I suppose."
"Funny, Dearest, but when James called from the car he said that you were running late with your manicure and massage and that you had informed him that we could all wait."
Caitlyn could not believe Jack was discussing this in front of guests. It took her a second to recall that James was her driver. She made a mental note to discuss this with Jack later ... and to fire James.
She smiled at the guests and at her future in-laws, in what she hoped was a humble manner, while vowing that someone would pay for her embarrassment.
"Well, you caught me. My cuticles were really dreadful. And, well, my weekly massage is the only thing that keeps me sane."
Her explanation was met with polite smiles and a bowl of thin broth was placed before her. She looked at the prime rib that everyone else was enjoying.
"What's this? I'm famished, and would prefer the main course now."
Jack's mother, Eliza, spoke up. "It's your dinner, dear. We know that you want to take off a few pounds before the wedding, and... well, you are late. Beggars can't be choosers."
Caitlyn looked at her future mother in law, aghast that she would talk to her in such a manner. One thing she had never been was a beggar! She opened her mouth to tell the old bitch that this really was not appropriate when Jack spoke up.
"Don't do it, Caitlyn. I think it's time to discuss the reason for this dinner."
She tried to ignore Jack, but when she went to address Eliza she could not quite remember what she wanted to say. She covered it by addressing her fiancé instead.
"I would think that the reason would be to dine, Jack."
"That's what you get for thinking, Cait. Do less of it in the future. All you need to think is what I want you to think. Of course, you have never concerned yourself with learning what that would be, so it might take you a while to work it out."
Caitlyn's jaw dropped. She was suddenly finding it harder to concentrate.
"The reason for this dinner is to explain to you your future role as a Galloway."
She looked around for help understanding what was going on, but nobody came to her aid. They just stared at her, all with varying expressions that she could not quite read.
"I... I think I know the duties of a wife. Isn't it a little late to be discussing this? It's less than a month before the wedding."
Jack's father, a silver haired man with great dignity, spoke. "We were rather hoping you would figure it out on your own, dear. But you are really just a stupid, self-centered cunt."
The word was like a slap in the face. How dare he? How dare any of them? Caitlyn began to stand up, but seated herself again when Jack ordered her to. Being that nobody would call her weak-willed or mild-mannered, her acquiescence was odd in the face of what had just been said to her. It seemed to her like the room had begun to spin.
"As I was saying," Jack continued, "you have no idea how to be gracious, kind, elegant, or giving. I would say that it is because you were raised with a silver spoon but everyone here knows better. You are just selfish and ungrateful.
"The only time you know hunger is when you are on some silly fad diet. The only time you are cold is was when fashion dictates it. The only time you know fear is when your father threatens to cut off your credit cards. None of that excuses you, though - a lot of people have been born into privilege and still have compassion for others.
"I picked you out for a potential bride the first time I laid eyes on you. You are certainly beautiful; your father is well-respected and has wonderful connections; your mother is known for her philanthropy, and obviously we are from similar backgrounds. It seemed a good match and I had hoped to find some kindness or interests in common. I have come to see that your beauty truly is only skin deep, and is bought at Sephora.
"When I speak of the family's commitment to public service your eyes glaze over. You would not mind all the trappings of being from a rich political family, but you are not cut out for the responsibilities. It is no secret to anyone that you are a more of a liability than an asset. Do you remember how when Princess Diana died people were lining the streets of London, sobbing? I would not count on the same reaction if you died, although perhaps the people at your favorite department stores might hum a chorus of Ding-Dong The Witch Is Dead.
Your selfishness, pettiness, and vile personality has become too much to bear. That changes tonight."
She looked around the table and saw Jack's father smiling proudly; the rest of the dinner guests nodded in approval. She noticed that Jack's cousin, Clay, was leering at her. Pig!
"Darling, can't we discuss this in private?" She was trying to hide the terror that was beginning to grip her. Her voiced sounded weak ... and submissive? She feared she was coming down with something, perhaps due to all the stress of planning a wedding. Maybe she was hallucinating all of this.
"No. I wanted to love you, but since you are unlovable I will at least mold you into the wife I want, and need, in order to continue my goals. The people I have gathered here are my trusted friends and family. They will advise you on changes that need to be made ... and Cait, you WILL obey all these suggestions. You want to obey, don't you?"
"Y..yes." As she agreed she felt a quite pleasant tingle in her pussy. "I want to obey. Ooh."
Eliza spoke up. "I know your pussy is tingling, dear, but in the future you really need to suppress the audible moans. Not here, we are family. But in public."
"Mother, why don't you go first?"
Eliza began to speak of the importance of charity work and giving back. She told Caitlyn that she would be giving her a list of several worthy causes and that she was to choose a minimum of three.
Caitlyn heard herself agreeing, and at that moment her pussy got wetter and her nipples hardened. She could actually feel a gushing sensation as her body flooded with sexual desire. She tried to stifle a moan and somewhat succeeded.
Jack smiled at his mother, and gave an affectionate wink. "Thank you, Mother. Father?"
Thomas Galloway spoke of the importance of good manners and how they were really just another way of giving back. He told her that being late was bad manners and that anyone that was not routinely punctual should be ashamed.
Caitlyn promised to practice better manners and to work hard to give something back. As she promised her arousal grew, and she began to feel flushed. She noticed Clay staring at her breasts and she was painfully aware that her nipples were prominently displayed through her thin blouse and scanty bra. At the same time she was feeling self-conscious, her body was also being flooded with desire. Cait found herself torn between wanting to cover her breasts and wanting to thrust them out more.
Cait had never felt this way before. She had known desire, but it was always on her terms. Her cool beauty had ensured that the other person always wanted her a little bit more than she wanted them, but now she could feel her control slipping away.
