Message-ID: <21129asstr$942480601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.briar.org: smap set sender to <> using -f From: "Deborah the Cowgirl" Subject: {ASSM} Story: Cult of One (FF/m. Forced) X-Post-Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 17:53:08 -0700 Lines: 490 X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.3110.1 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 X-Original-Message-ID: <0b19b13590019a9CPIMSSMTPE01@msn.com> X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -5 Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 03:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin "Okay," I said to Cindy while taking out my strapon, "Enough theory. It's time to learn what we've talked about in practice." At last, I was finally at the point in the assignment where I could have some fun. Don't get me wrong, I don't normally take assignments like this, but Cindy was a friend of mine and she definitely made the price right for me. Besides, the job was easy enough: Cindy had hired me to help her break her husband's will and turn him into her total slave. Something I was good at. ******** Her phone call had come just a few days earlier. The news of her divorce came as no surprise to me. Cindy's marriage had been on the rocks for the last few weeks, but now it seemed to be all but over. After just two and a half years, Cindy had caught her husband, Charlie, sleeping with another woman. "Aw Cindy, that's just awful," I said trying to sound sympathetic. In reality, I had never liked the man she picked out and knew it was just a matter of time before this happened. Still, I make it a practice never to say I told you so. "I feel so hurt," Cindy said beginning to sob. "So hurt and angry. I am going to make that bastard pay in the divorce that's for sure." My advice was simple and to the point, "Don't." Cindy stopped crying for a shocked moment. "What?" she asked in astonishment. "Divorce is a horrible way to take out anger and frustration. The only people to who get anything from a messy divorce are the attorney's on both sides. In the end, you will get just as hurt, and just as ruined as he will." "Well then, what can I do?" Cindy asked simply. "Pick up the pieces and go on with your life," I said firmly. I am a big believer in picking yourself out of your own messes. Besides, Cindy would have plenty of other shoulder's to cry on. Instead of that I just wanted her to start thinking rationally. "Yeah. Well I know that's what I should do, but I can't. And that's why I called you. You see, I don't want to just hurt him for what he did. I want to destroy him. Crush his ego, break his spirit, dominate his will. Humiliate him. And I knew you knew a lot more about that then anyone else." "Hmmm," I said taking a minute to think. By calling me in she was definitely reaching for the heavy artillery. The life her husband knew was more at risk with me involved than with a drugland assassin. I would leave him broken beyond repair- never the same. Accepting an assignment to permanently crippled someone's ego was a big ethical dilemma. I mean, I guess he did deserve it on one hand, but the solution Cindy wanted just seemed too permanent. I started to say no, but then I decided to ask one more question. "How much?" ******** The real trick about taking the job was that it had to be Cindy and not me who broke her husband. If Cindy broke him then she could continue to give him daily "attitude adjustments" to keep him worshipping her at her feet. If I broke him, I would have to continually keep coming back to keep rebreaking him in order for it to stick, and that was more of a time commitment than I found acceptable. Cindy was a little resistant at first, but after I finally convinced her that it was the only was to get the job done, she relented. I had her meet me at my house later that evening. Upon her arrival, I got her a cup of hot tea and sat her down for a long talk. "Cindy, why do you think your husband cheated on you?" I asked. "Because he is a self-centered asshole!" I laughed. "No, you really don't understand, do you? You see you are assuming that his decision was logical. That he sat down and thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was a good idea to cheat on you. That's not the way men work. You see, men are biological creatures. They are made of organs, muscles, nerves, hormones, and bones. Their thinking rational brain is but one small part of that greater system. If you can't get the idea out of your head that men are logical thinking creatures then you will never succeed in breaking one. After all, what logic is there in giving up his life to worship you?" After giving her a few moments to reflect on what I had said and sip her tea, I asked, "Cindy, why are we here on this planet?" She replied without much reflection, "Well, ahm, to live life I guess." "Well, I guess that is one possible answer, but it's not the biological one. Remember, men are biological creatures and biologically they are here but for one reason- to pass their genetic material on to as members of the future generation as possible. You see, men aren't here to think great thoughts or make great commitments, they are here to stick their dick in as many holes as possible. Their penis rules their entire existence. It is the only master they have." "Well then doesn't that make it impossible to enslave them," Cindy sked studiously. "Yes it does...directly. You see the trick is not to rule the man, the trick is to rule the dick and then you'll rule whichever man is attached to it by default. But I don't want to make this seem easy, it's not. The right set of circumstances have to be created. Do you know how cult initiations work Cindy?" Cindy looked blank for a moment. "No, not really." "Well, the initiation rituals of many different cults are all very similar. They rely on isolating the initiate away from his friends, family, and usual emotional support, and creating an environment where they attack the his concept of himself as an individual. The idea being that he will abandon his identity as an individual in favor of a new identity as a member of the group. Take the military for instance. They take recruits away from everyone they know, shave their head, insult their competence, and make the only acceptable and approved option to become a solider. We are going to do the same thing with your husband Cindy. We are going to isolate him, attack his insecurities, and control his penis. When we are finished he be the solitary member of a cult devoted to worshipping the Goddess that is you." "Okay," I said to Cindy while taking out my strapon, "Enough theory. It's time to learn what we've talked about in practice." At last, I was finally at the point in the assignment where I could have some fun. "To control a cock, you are going to have to learn how to make it feel really good without letting it release in an orgasm," I said while sliding the strapon into place and tightening the straps. "You have to suck a cock a special way. I will show you, but it takes a bit of practice. So get on your knees and lets get to work." Cindy probably wasn't expecting her lesson on how to dominate men to start with her on her knees sucking off my strapon, but nothing is ever what it seems is it? I taught her to deep throat my artificial cock and then really compress her lips around the base. Then I had her start pulling it back out of her mouth ever so slowly, easing off on the pressure the closer she got to the tip. "Doing it that way you make his cock feel like heaven, but you aren't giving him any ompression around the head of his cock. That makes it really hard for him to come, but it feels great so you'll frustrate him after just a few minutes. After a few hours, he's putty in your hands. He'll be bucking his hips, and begging and pleading. That's when the initiation really begins." Cindy couldn't really respond to me on her knees and occupied as she was. I must admit I get a certain fascination in strapon play, and I might have made Cindy practice longer than she needed to just because I liked watching her do it. But hey, I dominate people, what did she expect. Besides, practice makes perfect. ******** I set forth a plan for Cindy to follow in order to enslave her husband. ll that practicing must have helped her because she followed my plan to perfection. When Charlie got home from work that day he walked in to find a trail of his wife's clothes leading to the bedroom. Following the trail, Charlie opened the bedroom door to find Cindy and naked kissing in bed. Now Charlie, like most men, has always fanaticized about sex with two women. I knew he couldn't resist this. Cindy looked up from a deep French kiss with me to meet Charlie's gaze. “Welcome home Charlie. Look, before you say anything, let me explain. I want to make our marriage work, and I know that the though of having me and Deborah has always turned you on. So I thought if you enjoyed yourself with the two of us, we might be able to make amends." Of course it was a total lie. But the kind that played to every man's wish. The fact that he wanted to believe it more than anything made up for it's implausibility. Charlie was naked within seconds. Cindy directed him to sit in a chair before the bed so that we both do a lapdance for him as a bit of foreplay. Little did he know exactly how long we have planned for that foreplay to last. After he sat down, I came over to dance for him. He had spent many an hour trying to imagine what I had looked like naked and I could tell the reality left him impressed. Straddled the chair and grabbed his head and pulled in between my breasts, while Cindy moved behind him. I had to smile at how easily my plan was coming together- while I held his head between my tits, Cindy had all the time she needed to move behind him with the handcuffs and *CLICK*. He started to jerk back and forth trying to see what was going on behind him. "Shhhh," I said claming him down. "I wanted it this way. If you want to two of us, just let us get a little kinky, okay." We then cuffed his ankles through the chair, making him our prisoner. After that I released my grip on his head, lay back on the bed directly in front of him, and spread my legs. "Well Cindy, let's give him a show." Cindy quickly moved to me, put her head between her legs, and started lapping at my pussy. The flick of her tongue over my clitoris immediately sent a melting sensation through my tits and tummy. I have always preferred the touch of a woman, but looking up into her husbands eyes and seeing the lust build in him as he watched his wife lap at my pussy made it SO much better. Since this was all for his benefit, I arched my back and started putting on a show. "Oh GOD Cindy. That's IT! Eat my pussy. YES!" I closed my eyes and took in the moment. It felt so good to tease her husband this way, and I wanted it to go on like that forever. But Cindy's and I had many more plans left to do that day, and we couldn't afford to fatigue her mouth. So I tensed my muscles and faked a monster orgasm. I'm sure it wasn't the first that Charlie had ever seen just as I was equally sure that he had never been able to tell the difference. Next Cindy got off of me and walked over to him. She grabbed his hair in her fist and looked into his face. "I think you might even like the next even better." She then smiled a cruel smile and walked behind him. She bent down to his forehead, then his lips, then his chest. She climbed over the back of his seated figure as she moved her head further and further down. Soon she had her head directly over his crotch, giving him a direct view of her from the rear. She had her legs spread and resting on the armrests just as I had told her. He couldn't help but stare down at her wet and dripping pussy as she started going to work on his dick. A loud "SLLLURP!" came from his crotch. She was using the technique I had made her practice earlier on my strapon- clamping down on the base of his cock and lightening up as she drew her head back towards the head. I had taught her to make the loud slurping noises too. Those noises made it impossible to ignore what she was doing, and the more senses of his we used the more complete his frustration. "Oh God Cindy... YES." Her husband yelled clearly not yet realizing the true malevolence of what was happening to him. Cindy reached down and grabbed his balls as she continued her torment of his cock. Within a few minutes, Charlie started telling Cindy that he was ready to fuck her. "Mmmmm," was his only reply as Cindy continued her ruthless assault on his cock. "SLLLUURP." In a few minutes more, Charlie was drenched in sweat. "Please Cindy," he said still thinking this was still all for him. "Come on baby." Cindy muffled "Mmnn" denial to his request. I could tell that her success was getting her more excited- she teased his cock more relentlessly than ever now as Charlie's requests only encouraged her. I knew how hard it was for Charlie. The view before him was absolute paradise. Cindy's pussy was only getting wetter the more excited she got and she was working him over like a pro. Without warning, he started to break. His started bucking his hips and moaning like a hurt little boy, "PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSEE!" That was what we were waiting for. I got up off the bed and walked over to the night table and picked up a wine glass that I had set there earlier. I walked behind Charlie so he couldn't see what I was doing, and I spread my legs and peed into the glass filling it. As I did this, Cindy explained the challenge. "Deborah and I don't think you have enough discipline Charlie. So we are going to test you. If you can remain motionless as I torture your cock for the next 15 minutes then you get your orgasm." I grabbed Charlie by the hair and wrenched his head back. A look of fear crossed his face as I balanced the glass of my piss on his forehead. It left him in a pretty acquired position. His head didn't have any support, so the muscles in his neck were only going to get more fatigued as the 15 minutes went on. To make matter worse, Cindy explained the rest. “I cleaned this room earlier Charlie. I waxed the wood floor in here and I am not about to let our contest ruin my efforts. If you spill that piss, not only do you not get your precious orgasm, but you have to lick it all up off the floor. UNDERSTAND?" He couldn't nod yes, and I think he realized that to say anything would jeopardize spilling the glass. He just sat there as still as can be. A look of impending dread crossing his face. Cindy smiled a powerful smile, amazed that this was working. "Come over here Deborah and help me keep my man in line." Soon both our mouths were at work at his crotch. Cindy kept deep throating his dick but pulling back too lightly for him to come, while I set my tongue to work tickling and moving his balls. We knew it was an unfair contest. We had set it up that way. The muscles in his neck probably couldn't have supported that acquired position for 15 minutes, even without our teasing. It was a delicious moment. Turning his greatest fantasy, two women, into his greatest failure. And his failure was not long in coming. The effort of trying not to move caused him to break out in a sweat almost immediately. I could tell Cindy's expert tonguing of his dick was creating a strong impulse to buck his hips. And every slip and moan Cindy emitted only made that impulse stronger. Like I said, men are biological creatures, and Charlie's impulses starting to control him. His dick has been teased nonstop and it demanded satisfaction. It didn't care what situation he was in. Like it or not, it was determined to try and come as best it could. The strain of fighting this impulse finally cracked Charlie as he yelled out, bucked his hips, and sent that glass toppling forward spilling piss all over the front of Charlie and right into the crotch of Cindy. "Yes, " screamed Cindy triumphantly caring more about her victory than about the fact hat she was now drenched in piss. Cindy eased her crotch back into Charlie's face. "Well, since it's now your job to lick all this up, you can start with the piss that's in my pussy and ass," she said tightening her grip on his balls. Charlie grunted from the pain and brought his head up. His face was a mask of unfeeling defeat. His spirit had left him. If he wasn't broken by now, he would be shortly. Thoughtlessly he buried he face and tongue in her asshole and cunt. "Mmmm. Good job Charlie. I sorry to say that you are going to have to get used to servicing me in whatever way I want if you ever want to come like a man ever again... Oh yes. That's it. Get that tongue deep in my ass. want all of Debbie's piss out... Yes, now my pussy." And with that Cindy started grinding her crotch against Charlie's face. She took her time in coming. She had every right to. She was in control now. She owned him. She could do whatever she wanted. And his dick stood fully erect in frustration the whole time as she got off. Next came the final stages. We were pretty sure he was broken by now but we had to make it stick. Cindy dismounted, walked behind his chair and tipped it forward. Restrained as he was, he could do nothing to stop himself as his forehead his the wet floor with a thud. "Now that your mouth if close to the floor, I want you to start drinking all the piss off of my nice clean floor," Cindy ordered. It was a tough job restrained as he was, but then this wasn't ever supposed to be easy. But, like the broken man that he was, he complied thoughtlessly. Loudly slipping and slurping all my piss off of the wood floor. Cindy strode over to me her face aglow. She lowered her head once more down between my legs; she was awash in her victory and looking to pay me back for making in happen. Before commencing, Cindy issued forth one final challenge. "If you can clean the floor before I make Deborah come, then I will let you come also." And with that, they both lowered their heads and went to work- she on my pussy, he on my piss. Clearly Cindy wanted to win this contest too, because she put her tongue into overdrive. I felt the tip of it slicing into my clit and then broadening itself as she forced it into my pussy, while one of her hands moved over my breasts- tweaking my nipples. Now I didn't want to come before Charlie finished. I thought he had had enough, but what is a girl to do when she is getting such a tonguing. Cindy expertly moved me close to orgasm in minutes. I look down to see how far Charlie was along with his task, and to my surprise he diligently had almost finished the floor, even though he was tied to the chair. Clearly his dick as once again trying to do anything to come that night. Funny that that's how he got into this whole mess to begin with. I tried to relax to give Charlie a chance, but Cindy would have none of that. Her bore her tongue down hard on my clit as she moved two fingers in and out of my cunt. I felt waves of pleasure washing over me. "Having good control of orgasms is what subs are supposed to do," I thought. "Hell with this." And with that, I just relaxed and let Cindy's tongue and fingers move me right over the edge. That was one of the best orgasms ever. I don't know how long it lasted, but I felt myself screaming and wiggling around there for at least half a minute. When it was all over, Cindy and I heard sobbing coming from the foot of the bed. Looking over, we saw that Charlie was crying his frustrated and broken little heart out. I looked over to Cindy. "Well, you did it. He's yours. But you should go ahead and let him come tonight, just to make it complete." Orgasm frustration was what had broken him tonight, and I believe that if that's the tool you are using then you need to let your sub come semiregularly otherwise he eventually learns that he's just not going to come and then he stops caring. Thus he doesn't get frustrated anymore and you lose the ease of manageability. Cindy understood this and went over and unshackled him from the chair. She still left his arms cuffed behind his back however, and she rolled him over on his knees and bent him over. "Okay little man, " she said grabbing his dick. "Deborah has graciously said you can come tonight even though you don't deserve it." '"Oh, Thank you!" Charlie said in earnest as Cindy reached down and began stroking his dick. "But I want you to come only when she says," Cindy commanded as she continued stroking. I never said anything. I never planned on it. Better to let him come without permission so that she could punish him again. That's another technique I use a lot on my subs and it seems to work well. Cindy kept stroking his dick, he kept looking at me waiting for permission, and I just sat back and watched the spectacle. "Oh, Oh please Deborah. Please tell me I can come." I just smiled and shook my head. "PLEASE?" he asked, very close to coming. I just smiled wider and kept shaking my head. "Oh SHIT, HO." he yelled as he spewed come all over Cindy's once again messy floor. He looked down at the floor and immediately knew what he was to do next. He lowered his head down and started lapping up his come like a good little boy, but he was doing it happily. Yes happily. When I saw how happily he was approaching his task I knew my assignment was complete. He was now happily a slave to his wife. He would do anything she asked and would do it happily, because he knew his place now. He was her slave. He would be until she said otherwise, and he would never betray her again. (c) 1999 Copyright. All rights reserved. By Deborah the Cowgirl. For this and other stories, Drop by www.cowgirldeb.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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