Boss From Hell

Sunday was a hubbub of activity. The kids would be finishing school in another week and a half and there were and endless number of school related tasks I had to preform. Usually Tammy handled the school related minutia. I had to account for all the school books make sure assignments were ready to be turned in and sign notes from teachers. The kids were real troopers they helped me out. In a way the busyness was a blessing. Before I knew it I was cleaning up after dinner.

I confirmed the times for the upcoming soccer scrimmages and games. Although it bit my wallet, the reduced hours at the mill actually left me enough time to take care of all of the kid related things, a task Tammy usually performed. It was the only blessing out of the entire situation. I tried to push thoughts of Brandon and Tammy from my mind but it was futile. After getting Tommy and Gretchen to bed, I have literally no memory of how I killed time until Brandon's video landed in my in box.

At close to One A.M. I received and immediately opened Brandon's video message. It opened with Tammy naked, face down on the floor in front of Brandon who was standing and wearing something akin to a monk's robe. Tammy was repeating over and over "My Master provides everything I need, No one can love me like my Master."

Brandon's voice over threw me for a loop. "This being Sunday, you see my slave at church. An obedient slave worships her master. Until Tammy has repeated her mantra a hundred times without a single mistake or slurred word, she cannot rise from the floor."

The next fade in shocked me. Tammy was dressed in Waterford High cheerleader's outfit. Her hair had been cut and styled to exactly match how she wore it back when we were high school students. It was eerie how the hairdo seemed to take off nearly all the years since graduation. Tammy was standing on In Brandon's back yard. The image remained at freeze frame while I heard my boss's voice say,

"Today was alteration day. I had a hairdresser and other folks visit my manse today. Tammy is about to reveal the beginnings of the alteration process."

Tammy began to cheer. She was not a cheerleader in high school, she was on the flag squad, but that apparently made no difference to Brandon. I heard Tammy begin to cheer as she bounced up and down slightly "Brandon, Brandon, he's our man if he can't do it no one can."

Tammy, then bent and removed her saddle shoes and socks. She repeated the Brandon cheer and removed the skirt from the outfit. She wore no underwear so I could plainly see the "B" Brandon had trimmed in the middle of my wife's beautiful golden thatch. Tammy cheered a third time and pulled the sweater up and over her head. My blood froze. There was a piercing in Tammy's navel and in each of her nipples!

Tammy looked VERY unhappy as Brandon's camera did a slow pan in tight close up of his "alterations" The piercing in her navel bore the word "slave.' Tammy's beautiful breasts now bore gold studs with diamond end caps. Brandon described what he had done this way,

"My slave needed to learn that she has no autonomy whatsoever. The slave badge in her navel reminds her in the same manner as her collar that she is owned property. The piercings in her nipples are a gift from me. The remind my slave not only of my generosity but also that her body is only for my pleasure and the pleasure of other masters. Not that we won't see to her needs as well. The diamond end caps are quite pricey by the way. When she lived with you and naively called herself your "wife" she wore but a single diamond on a ring around her finger. Now she has four times as many jewels and she can never lose them down the drain accidentally when she washes her hands!" Brandon then released a very irritating laugh. My anger at him violating my wife this way was almost more infuriating that the other liberties he had taken. I understood his desire for my wife. There isn't a straight man on the planet who wouldn't want to have a roll in the hay with my wife but cutting her hair and giving her piercings was something else entirely. I paused the video, I seethed and raged. In my anger, I kicked a hole in the wall,

I restarted the video. I watched Tammy give Brandon a bath, massage him all over and suck and jerk him off the whole time she called him Master in a solicitous voice. However, the unhappy look rarely left her face. More than once I saw her gaze at her breasts and her eyes tear up. Brando for his part, seemed extremely proud of himself. He gazed lovingly at the studs had had placed in her tits and gently tugged on them, blithely ignoring the look of pain that subsequently crossed Tammy's face. Brandon recorded his paddling of Tammy for her morose attitude. Tammy cried in pain a few times but then fixed a smile on her face. Brandon said,

"I will make you feel good slave." and led her to his bedroom. Brandon fucked my wife twice in rapid succession. He has a very brief recovery time. Tammy seemed resistant the first time but seemed to relax the second time Brandon fucked her. Tammy seemed more relaxed and appeared to engage in conversation with Brandon in the remaining footage. It bothered me less when I saw Tammy fellating Brandon and when he took her ass again. Towards the end of the night Brandon said something to Tammy and she laughed. The video was silent however so I had no idea what inspired my wife's mirth.

The video ended as it began with a naked Tammy on the floor repeating her mantra, "My Master provides everything I need, No one can love me like my Master." Only this time the room was dark and lit by candles. Brandon's words closed out the video,

"My slave's Sunday ended as it began, with praise to her Master. Tomorrow I will have guests and we will see how my slave obeys when she is told to entertain them. If she does not provide adequate service the branding iron awaits. Her pussy and ass will continue to belong solely to me but her mouth and tits are for sharing. When I am done showing her the pleasures and joys of being my property she won't take you back even if you came wrapped in your own weight in platinum! Good night Randy!"

After the fade out were still images. There were shots of Tammy in a chair getting her hair cut. Other pictures illustrated every step of the piercing process. There was obvious pain on my wife's face as the piercing guns bit into their targets. Brandon just happened to include a picture of Tammy's nipple studs in their purchase box. The numbers on the price tag was outrageous. I have no doubt that Brandon bragged to Tammy how much he spent for them in a bid to impress her. There were pictures of Tammy dressing in the cheerleader outfit and several of her in just her new jewelry and collar. She was still incredibly beautiful but this day she wore a sadness, even when she smiled brightly for the camera.

I thought that Brandon had made a mistake. Tammy would not take kindly to Brandon's treatment today. It made no difference if he later made her feel better or even got her to laugh. Brandon had allowed his dark side to surface and I felt sure that Tammy would never let my boss get inside her mind. For the first time in days I felt sure that Tammy would return to me, a stronger and better wife for having been taken from me against her will. I had my first peaceful night's sleep for the week.