The Hottest Wife

 The Hottest Wife

There was a time when Jane had thought she would be happy for the rest of her life. Dressed in her beautiful wedding gown, surrounded by friends and family and hand in hand with the man she loved; she thought she had found true happiness. It was all like a wonderful dream.

Funny how fast dreams can fade, though. Strange how you could look at the man you married six years ago and feel completely different feelings. No longer feelings of love and pride, but of boredom and frustration.

It wasn’t that Jane was completely unhappy.  It wasn’t like she wanted to divorce Michael or anything like that; it was just that when you got down to it, she was bored.  She was bored of the same old topics of conversation, the same old clothes, the same old job and the same old sex.

Jane was a Catholic and she’d only ever been with her husband Michael, but she was definitely a woman with needs.  At first it had been exciting losing her virginity on her wedding night, learning the secrets of sex with Michael who was so gentle and kind with her.  They made love, and it never hurt again after that first time. Lovemaking became a regular part of their marriage. Jane discovered she had an appetite for sex and she enjoyed sharing her body with her husband. Even after Jane found she was going to have trouble conceiving and they decided to put off having kids for a few years till they could explore IVF - the sex had continued unabated.

But Jane had only been with one man. As the years passed she began to wonder.  Was Michael any good in bed?  Was SHE any good in bed?  She had no points of reference, other than her friends and what she could find online. The sex did seem kind of… boring.

They only ever made love in the bedroom and they always did it in the same positions. There was no creativity and Michael always ‘made love’. He never fucked her. He never bent her over and fucked her like a dirty bitch, smacking her ass and pounding her till she came.

Not like the girls in the videos. 

Jane had stumbled across the interracial porn websites almost by accident, but she had soon become addicted. For the first time in years she felt a surge of excitement and desire as she watched beautiful white women getting fucked and pounded by powerful alpha black men.  She would wait until Michael was out, or asleep upstairs, then put on her headphones and begin to touch herself with a video playing.

She’d watch as a beautiful woman in lingerie kissed and then sucked off a huge black cock. Lips concave, hair and makeup immaculate… bobbing up and down with hot wet slurping noises. The nine inch cock looked so good in the sluts mouth, her moans of pleasure and enjoyment making it clear she was cock drunk. Jane would imagine herself as the other girl, imagine being a slut getting dominated and used by a hot black man. She would imagine that cock in her mouth and if she had her sex toy, she’d slide it between her own moaning lips. Her sticky fingers would pump desperately in and out of her pussy as she watched the black man lay the woman down and remove her panties.

Then he would fuck her.  Not ‘make love’... he would fuck her. Hard.

Slap, slap, slap.  Jane would wriggle and gasp, trying to stifle her own screams and moans as her pussy dripped juices down onto the towel she’d placed there as she got wetter and hornier than she ever did for her husband anymore. She’d writhe as she imagined that big black cock pounding in and out of her own tight pussy, her lovers black balls slapping up against her ass as he went deeper and deeper.

Jane’s moans would sync with those of the girl in the video. Her eyes would roll back into her head as the girls did and they would both cum together… for a moment Jane almost imagining she really had become the other girl and she was finally getting what she deserved.

But it was always just an illusion that left a bitter taste in her mouth.

There was no hot black man, she wasn’t getting fucked full of cock and she was still a conservative housewife in a stale boring marriage. One who would now rather goon to interracial porn than to fuck her husband.

Michael seemed to have no idea of the change in their marriage. If he noticed they were now having virtually no sex, he didn’t seem to care or he just didn’t seem concerned. Perhaps he thought it was just a temporary phase they were going through?

To be fair it wasn’t entirely his fault that they were now having less sex. Michael had a lower sex drive anyway and his job was punishing his already low libido. He was often home late and too tired to do much, but he was bringing in by far the bigger salary so it seemed mean to criticize him for it. They were both still paying off a lot of debt after all.

Besides she DID still love Michael and he doted on her.  He seemed to think their marriage was perfect and he bought her flowers, treated her like his princess and always cheered her up with a kind word or a comment when he could. It wasn’t like she wanted to leave him, she just wanted more. She wanted what the girls in the videos had. She wanted to get fucked by a black man, but she knew it was a just a fantasy. After all Michael would never want that himself and she wasn’t about to cheat on him.

Then she found the cuckolding videos.

It was only a small jump from interracial to cuckolding - many of the porn sites she visited hosted both types of video. One day she watched one. A white man sat jerking off in the corner of a hotel room whilst his sexy wife rode a black cock in front of him. As she bounced up and down, her big tits bouncing with every pump - her husband jerked his cock and she encouraged him to cum with her.  The white cuckold moaned as he cummed over his hand and his wife continued to ride to her own magnificent orgasm.

Jane had seen the future she wanted. She wanted Michael to sit in the corner and jerk off as she rode the black cock. She wanted to become a hot wife. That one video was the gateway for Jane into a whole new online subculture, one that she embraced hungrily.

Jane had been raised a strict Catholic and kept away from unwholesome influences, but now her naivete was rapidly stripped away as she learned about hot wives and cuckolding. She was sucked into a depraved and horny corner of the internet and no one would ever guess that the well dressed woman with the loving husband was fantasizing about caging his cock and getting gangbanged in front of him.

But it was all still a fantasy.

For no matter how much Jane might have wanted to be like the women in her porn videos, she just wasn’t.  There was too much self-programming, too much Catholic guilt. Too many societal pressures and expectations.  Jane knew she didn’t have it in her to become a cuckoldress. It was her deepest fantasy, but she was also terrified of her friends or family ever learning the truth. Even worse if her work ever found out, she was convinced she’d be fired. So for all these reasons she struggled to embrace cuckolding and become the slut she longed to be.

She was even scared to sign up to porn websites under her own name in case anyone found out. Instead she used Michael’s details and their joint account. He barely ever checked their outgoing payments and this way she could always deny anything and make it seem like it had been him not her who was the addict.

Not that it was necessary to sign up for much porn, the internet was flooded with it. There was one website though… ‘The Hottest Wife.’ It wasn’t so much a porn website as a life-style advice site.  She had a regular monthly subscription as it was full of information on how to become a hot wife, how to safely hook up with bulls, find like minded people… dress, act and behave.

In fact the website even had targeted advertising and a guaranteed ‘transformation program’ which assured readers if they truly wanted to get into the hot wife life-style, they could help.  

In one week we can turn you from a demure housewife into a confident, sexy, dominant, cuckoldress and we can turn your other half into the submissive cuckold you have always dreamed of. Simply complete our online form and attend our luxury spa resort where you and your partner will be permanently transformed and be able to finally live the life you have always wanted.

The amount they asked for was mouth-wateringly expensive, but as Jane began to look at the advert more and more, she began to convince herself that it would be worth it. She imagined booking the spa, convincing Michael they were just going on a nice trip together and then submitting themselves to the transformation program.  She imagined returning from the spa finally as the hot evil cuckoldress she longed to be. She’d finally be like the women in her favourite porn videos. She imagined finally getting that big black cock and laughing as Michael sat obediently in the corner and watched her fucking it.  It was everything she had ever wanted. This was how she could become the hot wife she deserved to be.

She clicked on the button and began to fill in the form.

****

“This was a brilliant idea,” sighed Michael happily as he kissed Jane on her forehead and breathed a relaxing sigh of relief. “Work has been so crazy and I’ve been so tightly wound up. I wasn’t sure at first when you suggested coming to this spa, but I’m so glad you convinced me. These facilities are amazing.”

Jane smiled back, but she was barely listening. They had arrived at the spa a few hours ago and checked in without issues. They’d unpacked in their room and then been told to head down to the special massage room. Inside they found two glasses of wine and were told to wait. Their course leader would be here shortly.

Jane’s heart was already hammering with excitement at what was going to happen. She felt kind of bad for Michael, but had convinced herself that ultimately this was for his own good. He did love her after all and the only way this marriage was going to be a success was for her to achieve her ambition of becoming a hot wife.  

She sipped nervously at her wine, wondering exactly how this was all going to work.

The door to the massage room opened and a man walked in.  Jane felt her heart beat a little faster as her greedy eyes drunk him in.  To call him a man would be an understatement. He was a GOD. Tall, black, muscular - he was the most handsome man Jane had ever seen. He walked like a panther, with total control and his dark eyes were deep and commanding. He wore a loose fitting robe, not unfamiliar to the robes they had been asked to wear when entering the spa.

He smiled a confident self assured grin, and closed the door.  “Welcome. I am Trayvon, and I will be your Course Leader for this week. By the end of this week our transformation program will be complete and you will both leave here as new people.”

Michael’s brow furrowed and he looked confused. “Wh.. what? Errrr, I think this must be a mistake. We didn’t…”

Trayvon smiled confidently. “Oh don’t worry Michael, you don’t need to pretend anymore. We received your application and have full details of the transformation you want for both you and your partner.  It’s unusual, but not impossible - especially as what we do here could be considered magical. Ancient magics we keep very much a trade secret but allow us to transform people so completely, they never look back. Soon you will be the hot wife you have always dreamed of being.”

Now Jane was the one with the furrowed brow. What did Trayvon mean ‘Michael’s application’ and ‘he would be the hot wife’ when she was the one who had completed all the forms. Then understanding suddenly bloomed.  The account was in Michael’s name so they were assuming he had completed the forms, not her.  By signing up to the website under his name, she’d accidentally submitted all the paperwork under his identity.

“Excuse me Trayvon, but I think there’s been a small mistake. I was the one who completed all the forms and the transformation is primarily for me, not my husband.”

Trayvon laughed and shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not how this works. Michael is the account holder, so now he is getting the hot wife transformation. You’ve both already drunk the glass of wine we put out for you and it’s already begun. There’s no going back now.”

Jane felt a rising tide of panic. “No, this can’t be happening… you have to.”

“Go and sit in the corner,” commanded Trayvon calmly, “and keep quiet. Stay there until you are told otherwise.”  His voice was measured and deep. It seemed to trigger parts of her brain that made resistance impossible.

To her shock and horror Jane found herself obeying.  She calmly walked to the corner and sat down, her mouth clamped firmly shut.

Trayvon undid his belt and slipped off his robe. Underneath, his body was magnificent. Gleaming muscles rippled, perfectly sculpted abs shone and a massive cock swung free from his groin - currently flaccid but already massive.

“Michael. I want you to come here and suck my dick.”

Michael gasped and he shook as he tried to control himself. “NO! Wh… what is this. That is disgusting, I can’t, I won’t…” he groaned as Trayvon’s instructions flowed into his mind and he found himself approaching the other man.

“Listen carefully Michael.  As you suck this dick you are going to begin to change mentally into the woman you have requested on the online form.  The harder and more enthusiastically you suck my dick, the quicker and more completely you will transform. As you suck my dick you will realise that you love this more than anything you have ever done in your life. You will become completely addicted to sucking my cock and feel a desire to become bitchier, hotter and more feminine. You will begin to crave being a woman and a hot wife. You will become sluttier and more feminine with every inch you take. You want this cock… it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.”

“Noooo, nooooo,” groaned Michael as Jane watched on in mute horror. He stumbled forward and knelt before Trayvon, the other man’s huge dick swinging in front of his face. His hands shaking he reached up and grabbed the dick in his hand.

“Jane… what have you done?  Ohhhh fuck, I can’t resist… his… his cock is so big and beautiful.”

“Mmmmh, doesn’t that feel good in your hand Michael?  This is only your first black cock. Once you’re fully transformed you’ll have so much cock whenever you like, you’ll never be unsatisfied. Not like your partner. Jane is going to undergo her own transformation soon, but let’s start by treating you. Now open your mouth and start to suck. Just imagine you’re a sexy girl and you love sucking dick. Suck it like a porn star would. Suck it like your wife would.”

Jane wanted to scream, but Trayvon’s command kept her still as she watched her husband slowly slide the swelling cock between his lips. There was a momentary look of horror and disgust, then a sudden strange look of curiosity. Michael groaned as he slowly slid his head further and took more of the dick in front of him.

“Mmmmh good Michael, take that cock. Suck my cock like the slut you’re going to become. I’m gonna fuck Michael out of you and make you into MY slut. You’re gonna become Mikayla.”

Trayvon grinned and turned his head to regard Jane. “Your husband is a lucky man. Not every dude gets to become a hot slutty wife. Michael is going to love being Mikayla. There’s a reason our company is called ‘The Hottest Wife’. You must be excited too - if you really did fill the form in, you know exactly what kind of woman Mikayla is going to be.”

Michael was moaning and drooling. He was losing control as he began to bob his head backwards and forwards. Trayvon sighed appreciatively. 

“Ahhhh fuck yes, that’s it slut. Suck my dick.  As you suck listen to my voice. Everything I tell you will become the only truth you know and have ever known.”

Jane wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She tried to think back to what she had put on the form. She remembered filling it in, masturbating as she imagined the woman she was going to become. Only now that woman was Michael.  She could almost picture herself filling in the form and it began to come back to her. The things she had written… all the nasty slutty things.

I want to be confident and dominant around white men, but submissive and slutty for black guys. I want to have no shame, to be able to bully and boss my husband around and not feel bad about it. I want to have that confidence the girls in the porn videos have, to flaunt my body and my sexuality and not care who I offend. I want to enjoy being mean and bitchy. I want to get fucking turned on and wet when I bully my husband and other white men. I want to be irresistable to black guys; a tight wet snowbunny they are desperate to fuck.  I want to be a sex-obssessed, stylish, ultra-feminine hot-wife. I want to dress only in designer clothes and lingerie and get fucked every day by big throbbing cocks till I scream and orgasm. I want you to make me bad… really fucking bad. Take all my innocence away and turn me into an evil selfish cuckoldress who can finally do whatever the fuck she wants and only stays married because she finds it funny to cuck her pathetic husband.

At the time she had been so fucking turned on imagining what a bitch she was going to become. Now it didn’t seem so funny anymore.

Trayvon grabbed Michael’s head and slid his cock deeper. “Yes, listen to these truths and accept them. You are a bitch. A fucking bad bitch. You are a mean, evil, selfish cuckoldress who loves black dick more than anything, other than bullying your husband perhaps.  You are irresistible to all men - you can have whoever you want, but you crave black dick the most. You are a slut - a bitch, a fucking homewrecking, cuckolding, evil woman who lives only for her own depraved and selfish pleasure. You are Mikayla.”

Michael gagged and moaned on the cock, his eyes rolled up in his head as drool leaked from around his lips and his body shook.  

“This is your new truth. You are a bitch, you are a fucking bitch… you are the nastiest bitch that you can possibly imagine.  You are Mikayla now. You are MY slut.”

Michael shook as Tryavon pushed him even deeper onto his cock. It looked like he was suffocating on it, and Jane thought he might pass out. Then suddenly Trayvon was pulling his dick out of Michael’s mouth and the other man fell to all fours panting and heaving.

He shuddered and Jane noticed there was something weird about him. Michaels posture seemed different, the way he held himself looked more… feminine. He brushed his short hair back with a strange gesture… the way a woman with long hair might brush it back. Then he actually giggled.

“Yes Trayvon. I’m your fucking slut.”

Michael’s head shot forward, only this time there was a slutty grin on his face as he giggled coquettishly and licked and slurped it like a man possessed. “Mmmmmh this is my fucking dick and I love it.”

Michael turned his head slightly and looked at Jane.  “Mmmmh thanks honey, this is the best spa treat I’ve ever had.”

Glug, glug, glug.

Michael attacked Trayvon’s cock - all hesitancy gone, all masculinity gone as he sucked and licked. His cheeks concave, his tongue busy, his eyes staring into Trayvon’s he worked the cock like a pro.

“Fuck yes, you broke easier than I expected,” laughed Trayvon. “I think you deserve a reward. Daddy needs to cum and like a good little slut, you’re gonna swallow every drop.”

“Yessss, give me your cum Daddy,” begged Michael as he pumped and stroked Trayvon’s dick. He grunted in pleasure, moaning and tensing as his orgasm began to build.

“Yeah, you fucking love making her watch don’t you?  Give her a good show baby, show her what Mikayla can do.”

Michael giggled and laughed excitedly, furiously pumping the cock and licking Trayvon’s balls, till with a moaning explosion of pleasure - the black man began to cum.  Thick semen blasted out over Michael’s face and he opened his mouth as wide as it would go, semen flowing over his tongue and into his mouth - which he eagerly swallowed like it was a delicious treat.

“Good girl.  Phase one is complete.”

Trayvon grabbed a towel and tossed it to Michael. “We’ll begin phase two tomorrow. But first I have one last job to do.”

He clicked his fingers. “Jane, come here.”

She obediently rose and walked over. Trayvon opened a cupboard and removed a steel looking bra with a lock at the back and another female chastity device for her crotch. Removing her robe, Jane obediently climbed into the contraptions and there was a solid click as he locked them both. Now Jane couldn’t have touched herself if she tried and she felt humiliated and weak.

“Tonight you sleep in separate rooms.  We’re going to program you both further subliminally whilst you sleep. Tomorrow we meet back here and we begin phase two…”

***

Jane was so horny she wanted to die. And yet she couldn’t touch herself or get any release. All night she had been tormented by whispers and had felt her subconscious being reprogrammed and corrupted. And yet it had felt so good.  Somehow she had never felt hornier, and yet in her chastity cage she couldn’t even touch herself.

You like what they are doing to Michael. You’re glad it’s him and not you. You want to be the beta. You don’t deserve to be a bitch. You worship Mikayla - you are submissive and weak for her.  Obey… obey… obey

When Jane woke up she knew she had lost part of herself. She was ready to accept what was happening and become what they wanted her to be.  She was too weak to stop them and after all, this was all her fault.

At the allocated time she rose and made her way to the massage room. Trayvon and Michael were both waiting for her.  Michael looked good. He was wearing one of the female robes now and she noted with shock that he had makeup on. He had shaved his entire body, removing every inch of hair and she also noted he appeared to have pierced his ears.

He looked so strange, the way he was holding himself, the smirk on his face. That was how SHE had wanted to feel. Confident and bitchy. 

“Good morning Jane, I hope you slept well. You look nice and compliant today. That’s good, it will be easier if you don’t resist. You may even come to enjoy what we are going to make you into. Lie down on the table.”

Jane obeyed and Trayvon unlocked her chastity devices. Michael lay down on the other table next to her, Trayvon stood between them his powerful body eliciting desire in Jane but also frustration. He should have been HER lover not Michael’s.

Naked, Jane lay on the massage table, scented candles filling the air and soft music in her ears. She could feel more magic was going to take place, but she didn’t know what to expect as Trayvon began to rub oil into her body and massage her skin.

Her skin tingled and her body throbbed. It felt like Trayvon’s fingers were sliding deeper and deeper into her skin, actually flowing inside her body. She shuddered and moaned.  Suddenly she gasped and her hands clenched as her body cracked and pulsed beneath his touch. Opening her eyes she looked down in panic and she saw Trayvon’s hand on her tits. 

“Uuuggghhh my breasts, what is happening? They feel, ooooooh like they’re getting smaller.”

Under Trayvon’s touch, Jane’s boobs were shrinking. She could actually see them deflating and getting smaller, her chest become flatter and more masculine.  Trayvon laughed.

“That’s right bitch, I’m going to drain your femininity and give it all to your husband. He’s going to become the slut you wanted to be.”  Jane saw that her husband was naked now too and lying eagerly on his table covered in oil. One hand still on Jane, reaching over to Michael, Trayvon touched his chest with his other hand. Michael screamed in pleasure, and arched his back as his chest suddenly began to swell and expand.  Jane watched in horror as her tits deflated and Michael’s grew bigger and bigger.

It obviously felt good. There was a triumphant smile on Michael’s face and he was eagerly pushing up against Trayvon’s hand - wanting to suck the feminine energy flowing into him faster and faster.

“OHHHH FUCK YEAH! Give it to meeeeee! I want it all, make me into a fucking bitch. I need it,” he panted.

Jane watched in horror as her breasts fully deflated. She could feel the femininity being sucked out of her, drained and transferred. She could almost see the energy flowing through Trayvon and into Michael.  He moaned and giggled as his chest swelled up bigger and bigger - her former tits looking so good on his chest.

“Mmmmmh, give me more. Drain it all. Give it all to me,” purred Michael as he used a hand to squeeze and massage his magnificent new rack.

“Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get EVERYTHING and more,” laughed Trayvon, “but first it’s your turn to give Jane a little present. You got her boobs - and now she can have your dick.” Travyon grinned and reached down to Michael’s dick. Grabbing it, he squeezed it hard, and his other hand slid down to Jane’s pussy.

“Noooo, please,” she moaned as an erotic tingle pulsed through her body. She gasped as she felt something growing and swelling between her legs. She panted and moaned as a small, but perfect cock slowly pushed its way out of her groin.  Trayvon laughed and, moving his hand from Michael’s body, she saw her husband now had a tight shaved pussy, just like the one she used to have. Michael sighed happily, he clearly loved having a pussy.

“Now for the big finale,” grinned Trayvon. 

With one hand on Jane’s forehead and the other on Michael’s he began to concentrate.  Jane shuddered and moaned as Trayvon completed the transfer and swapped their genders completely.  All the remaining femininity in Jane’s body was being drained and sucked out. She shook and gasped, her internal organs changing, her petite feminine frame swelling.  Bones cracked and even an Adam’s apple pushed out as her voice deepened.

On the other table Michael shook and moaned in pleasure. His short hair lengthened and grew, turning blonde and silky. His hips widened, his ass inflated… he shrunk and became smaller and sexier, his once masculine features now pretty and soft.  He was becoming fully female.

Even as Jane’s hair shortened and stubble peppered her chin, Michael’s eyes turned sexy blue and his own skin tanned and softened. His soft hair rearranged itself into a ponytail and pouty pink lips formed into a smile of ecstasy as Jane’s features became angular and masculine.

His voice cracked and rose in pitch as he moaned and gasped like a slut, enjoying the final transformation as every last drop of masculinity was sucked out of him and replaced by female energy.

“Yessssss, it’s done. He’s gone -I really am Mikayla now, mmmmh it feels so fucking good.”

As the last of her femininity was drained and pushed into Michael, Jane realised she was no longer female. Her body was now hairy and rough, her hands course, her hair short and of course she had this tiny dick between her legs.  She was a man now.

Sliding off the table, Mikayla checked herself out, clearly pleased. She ran delighted hands over her stolen tits and ass, reveling in the power and pleasure of being female.  “Fuck yes, I finally have the right body to go with my new mind. Thanks for all your femininity you dumb bitch - I’m the fucking Princess around here now.”

Reaching down Mikayla slid Jane’s wedding rings off her now masculine hands and swapped them with her own plain band. “These diamonds look better on my hand don’t you think HUSBAND?”

Trayvon smiled. “That’s right Joe. You’re Mikayla’s husband now. By the time we finish Phase 3 you’ll accept that.”

Mikayla smiled a wicked grin as Trayvon handed her a tiny pink plastic cock cage. “Mmmmh, you know exactly where this is going don’t you baby?”

Joe shivered. He hated how easily he was succumbing to this… how little resistance he was putting up to being turned into a dumb boy and made into a cuck.  He stared at his new wife Mikayla and couldn’t believe how hot and perfect she was. Then again this was exactly what he had asked for when he completed the online form back when he was Jane.

I wanna be blonde with bigger tits than I have now. I want a tighter pussy and a body to drive men wild. Give me tanned skin and longer legs. Make me a little bit taller, say about 5’7” and I want to be skinny and bratty looking. I want to have a perfect ass and be a tight bitchy gym bunny - just like the girls in my favourite porn videos.  Make me into a fucking slut.

The woman Joe was looking at was almost a perfect realisation of who he had wanted to become. He had to admit, “The Hottest Wife” company sure did a good job of delivering on their promises. It was just a shame that Mikayla was getting all the benefits and not him.

Mikayla squatted down and slid the pink cage around his cock. Purring she slid a padlock home and he heard it click as his new wife locked him up.  She giggled and slapped his balls causing him to groan in pain.

“You know Joe - I should be mad that you tricked me into coming here and they turned me into a slutty, cuckolding, bitch… but actually I fucking love it.  When they made me suck Trayvon’s dick - I tried to resist - but there was a part of me that was excited. A part of me that was already enjoying the thought of becoming a bitch. Later, after I had fully accepted my corruption, when I learned I would get to steal and drain your femininity and replace you as a woman - I was so fucking turned on. I spent all last night jerking off for the last time, imagining how good it was going to feel having tits and a pussy. Haha and the best bit is, it feels even better than I could have imagined.  Now then - there’s only one phase left and that’s to finish conditioning us both into our new genders and roles. I need all the remaining knowledge in your head about being a hot wife and you need to know how to be a boring, submissive, loser man. I’ll see you after the brainwashing is complete.”

Joe watched Mikayla strut away and saw the grin on Trayvon’s face.

“Don’t worry Joe… this won’t take long…”

***

Joe whimpered as he emerged from the exit of the luxury spa,into the bright light, his head spinning. The last few days felt like a blur and he could barely remember what had happened inside. He remembered there had been massages and lots and lots of sex, though not for him of course.

Clop, clop.

Next to him strode Mikayla, her booted feet ringing out on the sidewalk. She walked with perfect grace and confidence - her tiny skirt swishing and revealing flashes of her tanned thighs as she tossed her blonde hair back and looked around like a predator searching for her prey.

Joe felt his caged cock twitch as he regarded his wife… his Mistress with absolute devotion. She was his Goddess.  Had it been her idea or his to come to this sex spa?  Some details seemed vague to him.

All he knew is he’d spent the last few days watching Mikayla get fucked by a lot of black guys. There had been Trayvon of course, but also Rick, Jamall and Aaron. Images flashed through his mind… images of sitting obediently in the corner watching as Mikayla got double-teamed, or even fucked three ways by grunting sweating Alpha-males. He remembered hearing her screams of pleasure and then the way she would spit cum in his mouth, or make him eat her out after one of her lovers had cummed inside her.

You are a beta cuck. You love being degraded by your wife and serving her needs. You love watching her get fucked.

He began to drool as he imagined Mikayla in a latex corset bouncing up and down on a black mans cock, her foot rammed in his mouth as he gagged on her pedicured toes and she laughed and moaned as she orgasmed.

SLAP.  Mikayla’s hand on his cheek woke him from his cuck’s reverie.

“What the fuck? Are you daydreaming again Joe?  Go get the fucking car and bring it round to pick me up. Then you’re taking me shopping.”

“Ye… yes Mistress,” whimpered Joe scurrying off to obey.

Mikayla watched Joe leaving with a smug grin on her perfect bitchy face. 

“Too bad you don’t remember anything Joe. They at least  left me with the knowledge of what had happened, but you’ve been completely reprogrammed.”

Mikayla reached into her purse and pulled out her I.D and bank-cards.  It was amazing that they had already created new documents and bank accounts for them.  What kind of connections did the spa have to wield such power?

Mikayla laughed as she stretched and enjoyed the stares of a man walking down the sidewalk with his wife. She winked at him as he passed, causing him to stumble and then get a slap from his wife.

Mikayla tried to remember how it had felt to be a man, but those memories were quite frankly boring to her now and hard to recall. She wouldn’t go back even if she could. She had been totally reprogrammed into the evil, bitchy, snowbunny that Jane had wanted to become. 

“Guess you really got fucked over, but don’t worry baby - I’ll take good care of you now that you’re Joe. After all, I need someone to do the housework whilst I live in luxury and get fucked by black men.”

Mikayla grinned as the car came around the corner and her personal chauffeur Joe pulled up to the sidewalk. She climbed inside, ready to begin the next stage of her married life.

She was now the hottest wife…

THE END