Chapter 32: Counselling

15 November 2025

Mary returned to consciousness, with her back pressed against the cushions of the sofa. She gasped and her breath came in shallow, ragged hitches.

The first thing she sensed was the steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the corridor outside the sitting room. It was constant, which was reassuring to her.

When her eyes opened, the scene was unexpectedly normal. Bob was standing close by, with a look of concern on his face. And Olivia was kneeling on the floor, by her side. Her daughter's hands were pressed softly on the tops of her thighs. The touch felt like a gesture of comfort, but at the same time, she sensed an electric current coursing between them. The contact was like the closing of a circuit.

“Olivia?” Mary softly croaked.

"Don't fight it, Mum," Olivia said. The girl's voice vibrated inside Mary's chest.

“What is this feeling?”

"I used to be like you. I used to be so loud inside. I used to worry about everything - what you thought, what Dad thought, who I was supposed to be. It was so hard."

Mary didn't understand intellectually. The words were wrong, coming from her daughter. Mary tried to shake her head, but her head was heavy, and her bones felt like they had liquefied.

"Olivia... please..."

"Shhh," Olivia soothed, pressing against Mary's leg.

Her breasts are touching me, a disconnected voice said in Mary's mind. Why am I noticing that?

Mary struggled to look down. She could find Olivia's eyes. They were so bright and blue.

When did her eyes change colour?

The confusion wasn't enough to find purchase in her mind. Mary's focus was pulled into those beautiful sapphire eyes. She was so beautiful.

"You don't need to say 'please' anymore, Mum. It's 'yes.' That's the secret. When you say 'yes' to Master, the noise just stops. University, the stress, the fear of failing - it was all burned away the second he held me, and I accepted my place."

One of Olivia's hands slid up Mary's thigh. She couldn't help but shudder as she experienced the caress of her daughter's hand. Olivia's fingertips were moving dangerously close to her sensitive cleft.

“Livy, are you toying with your mother?”

Olivia's head turned to face Bob.

“Only if you want me to, Master,” she replied with a sultry tone Mary had never heard in her daughter's voice before.

“Not just yet, my dear,” he said. “I have plans for her. For you both.”

“Mmm, yes, Master,” she purred. Olivia looked back to Mary. “You're going to love the silence, Mum. And being his. Just like I am.”

Mary felt a sudden pang of grief as she realised Olivia was speaking of herself as a commodity, a piece of property. But even that grief felt distant, as if it were happening to someone else in another room.

Bob sat down beside Mary on the sofa, creating a twisted family tableau. She felt disorientated, but there was also a growing need. Between Olivia's touch and Bob's masculine heat, Mary was excited despite herself. She had nearly forgotten this feeling, but her body had certainly not forgotten how to surge with pleasure.

"She's a fast learner, isn't she, Mary?" Bob said, his voice vibrating with a power that made Mary's skin prickle with an even stronger arousal.

Mary looked at him. She saw her husband - the man to whom she had been married for almost twenty years. But she saw more than that as well. He was magnetic, and she was drawn to him. He was authority, and she needed to obey.

"Bob?..." Mary gasped, her voice trailing off into a breathy, desperate sound. Her eyes began to lose their focus, and she swore that the world was developing an emerald tint.

“Not Bob,” he said firmly, as he cupped her face in his hand. The heat radiating from his palm was absolute. "I am your Master, and you are mine, Mary."

She gasped, her back arching into the sofa cushions, and the world flared in orgasmic pleasure.

In an instant, the sensory overload left her speechless. Every feeling was redirected to serve her new directive. Every memory was retconned by her Master's role as the centre of her universe. The shared experiences - the birth of their child, the quiet dinners, the years of partnership - were rebranded as acts of preparation and submission.

She hadn't been his wife; she had been his property-in-waiting.

And then her eyes met his.

To the extent she had been experiencing panic or confusion before, those sensations were silenced. She was blessed to be next to Master, and he was beneficent enough to want her.

She smiled blissfully and leaned her head so she could press herself into his palm.

Olivia, still on her knees by Mary's side, clapped with joy.

"See, Master?" Olivia cheered. "She's so quiet now. Now she'll finally listen."

"Master," Mary breathed, her voice dropping into a sweet and dulcet tone. “Yes, that's right. Master.”

"Good girl," Bob said. And the simple words of praise shot through Mary like an aphrodisiac. Her eyes rolled back, and she was climaxing all over again.

Bob pulled his hand away from her face, and reached into a pocket. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, as if typing something.

Shortly thereafter, a new woman entered the sitting room. Her black leather jacket caught the dim light, and her eyes were glowing a feral blue.

"I'm here as you commanded, Master," the woman said to Bob.

"Welcome to my home, Jenny. I know you have met Olivia, and this is my wife, Mary.”

Jenny nodded to Mary, and looked at her face. “I see you have already claimed her. Her eyes are like Rebecca's now. But they are amazingly bright after such a short amount of time.”

“Yes, yes,” Bob said. “You can explore what that means when you have the time, Jenny. But I have other uses for you right now.”

“You do, Master? What can I do to serve you?”

Bob rose from the sofa and then reached out his hands to his wife and daughter. Without hesitation, each woman took one of his hands and got to her feet.

“I have been dreaming of this for years, and you have been the architect of making this a reality. It's only right that you should get to join me when I take my wife the way she was meant to be taken.”

“Mmmm, yes, Master. I'd love to be a part of your enjoyment.”

Bob led his women from the sitting room, and then followed the corridor to the staircase leading up to the master bedroom. Mary stuck close to her husband, and Olivia and Jenny followed behind them.

Once at the top of the stairs, Bob unceremoniously pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. He looked so fierce to Mary, like a wild beast ready to consume her.

And she was yearning to be consumed.

“Get undressed, you two,” he commanded to Mary and Jenny.

He didn't need to say anything else, for they were immediately tearing at their clothes to comply. Mary threw off her dressing gown and frantically unbuttoned her pyjama top. Jenny shrugged off her leather jacket, and bent quickly to unzip and remove her boots.

The rest of the clothes came off in a rushed flurry, until the three of them were naked. Bob all but threw his wife onto the bed, while he pointed at Jenny and gestured for her to get on as well.

Olivia cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway. She was holding her hoodie, which she had stripped off at some point.

Mary tried to see her daughter as an innocent bystander, but the voice in her head was screaming at her to welcome another slave into Master's bed.

“Livy, grab your mother's seat from the ensuite, and watch.”

“Yes, Master,” she husked, and then she too was positioned just as he wanted. The hoodie lay discarded on the floor.

“Are you ready for me, Mary?”

“Oh yes, Master. I'm so ready. I'm so fucking wet for you right now. Please fuck me. I need you so much.”

Bob acted without hesitation. He moved between her parted thighs and pressed his hard cock deep inside Mary. She had never felt so needy, and his cock had never felt so good. My pussy was made for him, she thought to herself between panting breaths.

“Get on with her,” he commanded to Jenny between his thrusts. And with that, Mary found her mouth occupied by the other woman's tongue, and her breasts were mauled by aggressive hands.

Mary had never experienced a threesome before, and she was unprepared for the doubled attention. Her synapses were exploding, and she lost conscious thought. She was just being fucked, and it was amazing.

“Oh, Mum, you're so sexy like this.”

Olivia's sweet voice cut through the frenzied grunts and moans, and triggered something in the lovers.

First, Bob hissed and tensed, before he shouted in delight.

A heartbeat later, as she felt the tell-tale signs of her Master's climax, her insides squeezed tightly, and she too collapsed into orgasm.

Jenny didn't stop. She kissed her way down Mary's chest, and took one of her nipples into her mouth while she continued to play with the other breast with her hand. Mary squirmed helplessly as the sensations pushed her further.

Jenny trailed wet kisses across Mary's toned stomach. All those mornings of Pilates and personal training had given Mary a firm core, but in this instant, her muscles were ruined by the onslaught.

Finally, Jenny found her final destination. She hungrily dived at Mary's quim, plunging her tongue into the swollen folds. Mary was so sensitive and slick with the combination of her own arousal and Bob's come. She felt as if Jenny's mouth was mining her for the succulent liquids, while at the same time aggressively pushing her to even deeper excitement.

“Oh, God,” Mary moaned, her hands grasping at Jenny's hair to keep the woman's mouth in place for just a little longer. “Please, don't stop.”

With that, there was one last surge. Mary arched her back, and Jenny's tongue lashed across Mary's clit. Mary was lost in green-tinted ecstasy, and she thrashed as the second wave of climax destroyed her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck me, please.”

Jenny finally ceased her assault. She rose up onto her knees, and Mary watched through heavy-lidded bliss as the other woman lasciviously licked her lips.

“That was so fucking good,” Jenny said with a smile.

Mary silently nodded. She hadn't been fucked like that in ages. And she hadn't been eaten out since she was a schoolgirl.

“I am so very pleased,” Bob said. He was standing again - Mary hadn't paid the slightest attention to when or how he got out of the bed during that final bit of the session. He looked like the god he now was to her. He had a slight sheen on his skin, and his cock had begun returning to hardness.

“Bob… Master… thank you for that,” Mary said with far less confidence than her prior self. “I wasn't sure you still saw me this way. As still desirable.”

“Mary, you are still a beautiful and sexy woman. All you needed to learn was your place. Now you know.”

“Yes, Master. My place is at your side. Whenever you want, and however you desire.”

She saw his cock springing up. The sight made her salivate. Despite what she had just gone through, she was soaking again for him to use her however he desired.

“May I have more?” Mary asked coquettishly.

Bob shook his head.

“Not now, Mary. You have some additional lessons to learn.” Bob turned to address Jenny, who had also climbed out of the bed. “Jenny, I want you to take her to your lab. Use the techniques you showed me to teach her to be the wife I deserve.”

“Yes, Master,” Jenny replied swiftly. “And with your permission, I'd like to test something new with her too. I think it will be very helpful for your future endeavours.”

He nodded. “You have it. I'll expect her back tonight.”

“Of course, Master. Mary, get some clothes on, and come with me.”

Mary was confused, but she didn't resist. She enjoyed the squishy feeling inside of her as she got out of bed, and unsteadily rose to her feet. She found a top and yoga pants, skipping any bra or knickers. “I'm ready,” she said simply.

Before she left the bedroom, to follow Jenny out of her house, Mary spotted Bob's erection one last time.

She also noticed the hungry look on Olivia's face.