You open the front door and see violet and her husband standing on the front step. You move to one side and invite them in. Violet makes an entrance with a haughty expression on her pretty face. She strides confidently into the room and her meek husband follows. Violet is obviously the boss in this relationship. Her wimp husband is under her control, and you're determined to bring the superior bitch under your control and influence. A task you face with obvious relish.
It has taken weeks and months of manipulation to get to this point. You knew as soon as you saw the apparently ice cold Violet at the wedding reception of a mutual friend that you had to have her, had to control her, and to had to bend her will to your own.
Violet is a true, elegant beauty of British aristocratic stock. She is tall and leggy, standing at least 5 feet 10 in height, with an exceptional figure of bosomy voluptuousness, her narrow waist emphasising her generous, ripe breasts and wide hips. Her long, chestnut hued, dark brown hair is thick and luxurious, and typifies the rich, full bodied beauty of the woman herself.
The mere sight of her causes your body to react. Your pulse quickens, your big prick thickens and grows, and the lust for her is fire in your veins. The time has arrived at last. The plotting and planning have come to fruition, and Violet is in your lair.
You offer your guests a drink and Violet asks for red wine. 'Give the man nothing,' Violet indicates her meek husband with a dismissive flick of her wrist. He remains mute, knowing his place and the scale of his insignificance
After a few minutes of inane chat Violet makes a comment about how warm the room is and Sue, your wife, takes her cue to offer Violet help with removing her clothes. It has all been arranged. Violet knew she was coming to your house to be used, but the stipulation was that she must be treated with a firm hand, that she must be dominated and controlled, and Sue wasn't forceful enough.
Violet looks at Sue disdainfully and declines. Violet is a lady that has been used to getting her own way since childhood, she's spoilt and arrogant, and has perfected the art of her withering stare over the years. Her look has been known to send grown men into a panic, especially those in a subservient role, and the high mannered woman gave Sue just such a look.
This is the moment that you recognise is key. Violet must be brought into line, and now is the time to establish your dominance. 'You'll let my wife undress you, you cunt,' you hiss threateningly.
Violet looks at you for long, drawn out moments. There is absolute silence in the room, and Sue looks from Violet to you, and then returns her attention to Violet once more. She is waiting to see just who will win in this battle of the wills.
Violet lowers her eyes and at that moment you know you've won. The triumph is apparent in your voice as you instruct your blonde wife, 'Undress the bitch darling. She'll give you no trouble now.' Sue moves towards the elegant bitch and pulls her to her feet. Violet stands meekly on her high heels as Sue unzips the long evening dress that clings to Violet's lush body. Sue pulls the dress over Violet's shoulders and the expensive garment falls in a heap around Violet's feet.
She stands disrobed before you, elegant, big bosomed and wide hipped, dressed in a lacy pink bra and suspender belt with stockings. Violet's body is gym fit and a pleasure to behold and your already interested cock thickens even more as the scene develops. Violet isn't wearing any knickers and you can clearly see her pouting labia beneath her trimmed pubic bush. Violet has taken obvious care in her appearance, and the hair of her mons has been razored into a tiny v at the top of her cleft.
Sue unclips Violet's bra and the big, tight, round tits spring into view. Sue cups Violet's breasts in her hands and offers them to you. You move to Violet and lick her nipples, causing them to pucker and stiffen.
'Oh yes,' groans Violet as you slurp at her exposed breasts. 'My breasts, yes, lick my breasts.'
'Shut up, bitch!' you roar at the excited woman. 'I'll tell you when to speak.' Violet reddens at your harsh tone, but offers no resistance. 'Go and secure that wimp,' you order your wife, indicating Violet's still silent husband.