Making Things Right
Still, as soon as she walked in and saw Jeremy on the couch, Chloe knew that he knew.
"Hi sweetheart," Chloe said, doing her best to play off her suspicions as nothing. She might just be paranoid and making up disasters where there were none.
"Welcome home," Jeremy said very softly. There was a hint of hostility in her voice. He was sitting on the couch, completely still, hands on his laps, staring at the coffee table.
Chloe stepped into the room and said, "What's wrong?"
"I just found out that you're cheating on me," Jeremy said simply.
So there it was—out in the open. Chloe wasn't going down that easily, however.
"Excuse me?" Chloe said, doing her best to strike the "indignant" tone with all her muster. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Before Jeremy answered, she heard a door close behind her. Emerging from the kitchen with a cup of tea was an odd man. He wore a white suit that matched his neatly-groomed silver beard. He was a little like the stereotypical "old English wiseman" on television.
"Who the hell are you?" Chloe said, wondering if this was the blabbermouth that had sold her out.
"Oh please," the bearded man said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "My presence here isn't alarming."
It was an odd thing to say, but Chloe knew it was true as soon as he said it. She didn't know who he was still, but she wasn't alarmed by him.
"My name is Doctor Rosewood," the bearded man said. "I'm a couple's counselor of sorts." He sat on the couch next to Jeremy and gestured toward the chair across from them. "Sit down."
Chloe's legs began moving as soon as she registered the words in her mind. She sat on the couch, suddenly very confused about how this conversation was going to go. She had thought that Jeremy would offer up some "proof" of her infidelity and, depending on how strong of evidence it was, she would deny and deny and deny. She hadn't expected a couple's counselor.
"Now," Doctor Rosewood said. "I think it's important for you to tell the truth today, Chloe. So tell us about this infidelity. And tell the truth. The whole truth." Doctor Rosewood sipped slowly on his tea as Chloe began to speak.
Denial gave way instantly to a full confession. It was her coworker rich—yes, the same Rich that Chloe told Jeremy not to worry about. They had started with a drunken makeout session at the Christmas party and quickly escalated from there. They met up every Thursday night at his apartment. She had lost count of how many times they had fucked. She wasn't in love with him, it was just the pure passion of forbidden sex that she found so exciting.
"Tell us about how you do it," the Doctor commanded.
Chloe elaborated fully. She regularly sucked his dick, which he liked most. He wanted to fuck her pussy, but Chloe was afraid of being pregnant with another man's child, so she offered up her ass instead. He fucked her ass repeatedly after that point. Often times, Chloe didn't even get off. It was exciting enough just to have the depraved debauchery. She always wore his favorite lingerie on Thursday nights and had bought several new sets for him.
Jeremy remained very still as Chloe spoke. His eyes were fixated on the coffee table. Doctor Rosewood sipped at his tea and nodded, interested.
"Well I think that was a very thorough explanation," Doctor Rosewood said after Chloe finished. He turned to Jeremy and said, "Do you have any further questions?"
"Are you sorry?" Jeremy asked softly. The question was instant, obviously bubbling up in him as she spoke. Both men fixated their eyes on Chloe.
She opened her mouth to speak and Doctor Rosewood interjected quickly, "Remember... be honest."
"No, I'm not sorry," Chloe said, surprising even herself with this answer. "It was fun and I would do it again. In fact, if you dump me over this, I'll probably go straight to Rich's place afterwards and fuck him."
Doctor Rosewood turned to Jeremy, eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. Jeremy gave a little nod and Doctor Rosewood smiled. He turned back to Chloe.
"Chloe, let me tell you a little more about who I am," Doctor Rosewood said. "I'm a sort of judge and jury for couples. When I was young, I found that I have a very specific talent. And I've used it to right the wrongs in relationships that I've observed. When Jeremy shared his discovery with his friends, one of them reached out to me to help come to some sort of arrangement.
"In short, you have made things wrong. I am going to make them right."
"What does..." Chloe started, but Doctor Rosewood cut her off.
"You don't speak anymore," he said simply, and Chloe's voice stopped in her throat.
Chloe looked at Jeremy and found that his eyes were wide. There was the same pain she had seen earlier, sure, but there was also a sort of mad excitement. It was then, looking at the man that she had wronged, that Chloe realized that she might be in trouble.
"For starters, your relationship with Rich is over, obviously," Doctor Rosewood said, "as are any potentially romantic or sexual relationships you have with anyone in your life. The only person who has any claim to you sexually or romantically is Jeremy here."
Chloe nodded, even as she saw Jeremy's eyes drop down to her body. She sat up slightly to give him a better view of her body.
"To that end," Doctor Rosewood said, "Jeremy has total control over your sexuality. Your body is his property. He has every say over how it's used, how it's kept, how it's presented, what's done with it, or who gets to use it. You have no more say over your body than you have say over Jeremy's car.
"Your role with your body is that of 'manager' or 'steward'. If we continue on with the analogy of a car, you are the vehicle's mechanic. It is your full-time, constant responsibility to ensure that it is ready to go whenever Jeremy decides he wants a joyride."
Doctor Rosewood leaned forward, looking at her very intensely. "This is important, so I need to be very clear. If he wants you to blow him, you blow him. If he wants to fuck your pussy, your throat, your ass, or your tits, that is his right at a moment's notice.
"If he wants you to get bigger tits, to lose weight, to dye your hair, to shave your pussy, to get 'Property of Jeremy' tattooed across your ass, that is his right. It is your responsibility to keep your body exactly how he wants it.
"If he wants to loan your body out to his friends to play with, that's what is going to happen. If he wants you to strip and perform for strangers on the internet to make some extra money, that's what's going to happen. If he wants to send your body out to the street corner for men to pay to play with, that's what's going to happen.
"Your body is his property."
Chloe nodded fervently. She was already thinking that she might have to lose a little bit of weight to maximize Jeremy's enjoyment of her body. Jeremy had never mentioned plastic surgery, but had always liked big tits. She suspected that 'enhancement' was in her body's future.
"Now, let's talk about..." Doctor Rosewood started, but Jeremy cut in.
"I want her naked," Jeremy said excitedly. In the space of two minutes, he had gone from wounded lover to a child unwrapping Christmas gifts.
Doctor Rosewood leveled his eyes at Chloe and waited. After a moment he said, "Well? Jeremy wants his property naked. What are you waiting for?"
Chloe leapt to her feet and started tearing away clothing. He shirt and pants were gone almost instantly. Her bra clasps didn't want to cooperate, so Chloe simply tugged hard on them and they snapped away. Her panties slid off in a moment. There was one brief awkward moment while an otherwise-nude Chloe hopped on one foot as she pulled off her last sock. Then, she was naked before the two men, her body—Jeremy's property—fully on display.
"Now let's talk about your mind," Doctor Rosewood continued, as if he were never interrupted. "You lost the right to your own ambitions when you wronged Jeremy. You lost your right to your hobbies, your free time, your dreams, your desires... basically, you lost your free will. Your mind is now dedicated to Jeremy's desires and dreams—the full breadth of his ambition from the big to the small.
"For the big, this means you will do whatever you can to support his lifelong ambitions. If he wants to publish a book, you'll be the one hounding publishers to see his manuscript. If he wants to go to the moon, you'll be sucking dicks all over NASA to get him into a rocket. If he wants to stay at home and do nothing, it's up to you to intercept every potential worry from reaching him, to ensure his relaxation.
"For the small, that means if he wants a beer you will get him a damned beer. If he can't find the remote, you had better find it for him. It is up to you to make the day-to-day task of living life as enjoyable and painless as possible—a task you have hitherto failed at.
"Of course, I fully expect the majority of services—especially in these next fifteen years or so while everything is still perky—to be of the sexual variety. To that end, Jeremy should not have to tell you he wants a blowjob, you should be offering—no, begging—to suck him off whenever you suspect he had gone too long without be pleased. You should learn his fantasies—the darkest, kinkiest, shameful things that he wouldn't even ask his supposedly-devoted girlfriend to fulfill—and let him live them to the fullest.
"Your body is his property, but the true art of your role as 'sexual plaything' will come from your mind, devoted to his every pleasure."
Chloe was torn. At the very core of her being was an intense battle, such as she had never felt before. Part of her wanted to ask Jeremy if she could please—please, please, please—suck on his glorious dick and swallow every drop. The other part of her forbid her from speaking, on Doctor Rosewood's orders.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, like a distant echo that was growing softer every moment, was the knowledge that she might not have found either of these things desirable five minutes ago. But that was a voice from the past and as she dwelt on her choice of begging to serve and remaining silent, the third voice was softly silenced.
Finally, Chloe found a compromise in her mind. She dropped to her knees, clasped her hands behind her back, and opened her mouth wide. She summoned every ounce of pitiful begging she could into her eyes, then looked between Jeremy's face and crotch. No sound left her throat as she begged with her body.
"Can I...?" Jeremy said, glancing at Doctor Rosewood.
"Well of course," the Doctor said. "She's your property."
"Yes, but you don't need her to focus on you or anything?"
"Oh, she can still focus." Doctor Rosewood turned to Chloe and said, "You can still listen to my instruction while sucking your owner's dick, can't you?"
Chloe nodded fervently.
"See?" Doctor Rosewood smiled at Jeremy.
"Well then get over here, bitch," Jeremy grinned.
Filled with joy, Chloe hurried to kneel before Jeremy. She unbuckled his belt, carefully unzipped him, and lovingly nudged his pants and boxers down over the very-erect dick that she was pledged to serve. For just a moment, Chloe wondered why she had spent so long before sucking off Jeremy. Wasn't he horny? Wasn't there so much of that delicious cum inside this dick for her to swallow? How could she have waited so long? Then, duty overtook wondering and Chloe wrapped her lips around his warm, throbbing cock and began to suck.
"Where were we?" Doctor Rosewood said. "Oh yes! Your service to Jeremy.
"It's now your responsibility to serve his sexual needs, but also his other appetites. You are now his personal chef. You'll learn his favorite recipes and obsess over how to make them best. You're now his maid. You'll clean his home, top to bottom. You're now his errand girl. He should never had to enter a store in his life, unless he wishes to do so, of course. You are to remove any and all drudgery of normal, everyday living."
Chloe listened, ignoring the slurping noises she was making as she sucked on her owner's dick. She had given him blowjobs before, but only when he really begged her for it or when it was his birthday or something similarly special. She was focused primarily on just "getting it done". She had hated the feeling of it in her mouth and the constant fear that he would burst in her mouth. Now, her whole mind was focused exclusively on maximizing his pleasure, regardless of her comfort. She took it deep, holding it in her throat and fighting the gag reflex as she lavished attention on his dick with her tongue. Despite her focus on the blowjob, she ensured that she heard, registered, and committed to memory every word from Doctor Rosewood's mouth. They were gospel truth to her soul.
"Finally," Doctor Rosewood said, "and this is important above all else. This final command overrides anything that I have said before: Jeremy's word is law. Whatever he commands, there is no arguing. There is no hesitation. You are to follow his instructions to the letter and with absolutely enthusiasm."
Then, Doctor Rosewood was silent. The only sound in the room was the slurping of Chloe's blowjob and the occasional sipping of tea from Doctor Rosewood.
"Is that it?" Jeremy said. "She's done?"
"If she's not, then you now have the ability to rework her yourself," Doctor Rosewood observed.
"I just turned my girlfriend into a sex toy..." Jeremy said softly.
"Oh, my boy," Doctor Rosewood said. "She can still be your girlfriend if you wish. She can be anything you wish."
Doctor Rosewood moved next to Jeremy, looking down at Chloe. Chloe looked up at both of them as she worked her mouth back and forth of Jeremy's dick.
"Look at her," Doctor Rosewood said softly. "She's like a work of art. Ten minutes ago, she was telling you about how happy she was sucking dick behind your back. Now, she's personally devoted to sucking your dick at all times." He slapped Jeremy on the back, like an athlete applauding a teammate. "This is justice, my friend. This is making things right. Enjoy your whore. At least now she has a sense of loyalty."
"Yeah," Jeremy nodded. He ran a hand through her hair as she bobbed on his dick. He smiled wickedly and said, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun."
Chloe smiled. She agreed.
"Jerk me off onto your face," Jeremy commanded. "And open wide."
She obeyed. It wasn't her body any more, of course. It was Jeremy's. And if he wanted it covered in cum, then that's how it would be.
She opened her mouth wide, jerking him hard and fast as she aimed the tip of his dick at her face.
"Have fun, my friend," Doctor Rosewood said. "I'll see myself out."
"Thank you so much, Doctor!" Jeremy said, but he was still looking down at Chloe. After another second, Jeremy let loose. Hot cum painted over her cheek. She directed another blast at the other cheek, then aimed for her mouth. She knew she looked like a whore.
Jeremy kept cumming, eventually ordering her to suck it all out. As she sucked on him, craving and savoring the taste of his cum in her mouth, she thought again about how much of a whore she was. Wasn't it the feeling of "playing whore" that had gotten her so excited in the first place with Rich? With this in mind, Chloe smiled, despite her full mouth.
***
Poker night was significantly more interesting that week, with Chloe personally serving drinks wearing high heels, a dog collar, a ball gag, and nothing else. True to her instructions regarding Jeremy's property, Chloe made no effort to hide her body from anyone.
At first, everyone was shocked. Then, after Chloe silently (her ball gag ensured no talking back) retrieved drinks for the group, one of Jeremy's friends said softly, "Ok, what's going on with her?"
Jeremy smiled and leaned in. "She told me that this had been one of her fantasies. She wanted to be the 'sexual slave on display'. I tried to talk her out of it, but..." He shrugged, then added, "I guess in the end, I decided not to look a gift whore in the mouth."
"So, I can... look?"
"Oh yeah," Jeremy nodded. "I don't mind. And she certainly doesn't. In fact, do you want to buy a blowjob?"
"What?"
"Yeah, it's a part of her whole... thing. She wants to be treated like a whore. And she was very serious. I mean... just look at her."
Chloe returned with beers, displaying herself as she distributed them around the room.
"Hey bitch," Jeremy said casually to her, "I was just telling the guys how you were asking me if you could 'play whore'. They don't believe me that you want me to sell your blowjobs." Chloe nodded vigorously, looking around the room at the guys.
"See?" Jeremy smiled, smacking her base ass. "Seriously, does anyone want one?"
One of Jeremy's friends shrugged and said, "How much?"
"$20 is fine," Jeremy shrugged. His friend dropped a $20 bill on the table. Jeremy pointed at his slave and said, "Go to work."
As in all things, Chloe performed with enthusiasm.
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