Natasha turns your wife into a dominatrix

“I’m merely going to let her wild side loose,” she continues.

Natasha raises both her hands and holds them over Aby’s head near her temples.

Natasha closes her eyes and summons, “Upon my command you will awaken as the Queen Abigail, all powerful and all beautiful dominatrix of this house.”

“All men entering this domain must worship and obey you at all costs,”Natasha says.

“Your rule is absolute and beauty is unmatched in the eyes of all your slaves for infinity,” Natasha continues the chant.

“I now command you, rise Queen Abigail to your throne…rise,” Natasha commands.

With a final wave of her leather gloved hands over Aby, you watch as her pajama bottoms become high heel leather boots and shorts. Her voluptuous breasts become encased in a black leather corset. Long leather gloves suddenly appear on both arms. A black leather whip appears in her hands. Lipstick, eye shadow and makeup paints onto her face as her hairs transforms itself into a new hair style. To say your wife has had a instant makeover would be a big understatement.

Natasha’s magic has transformed your wife right before your eyes. Your wife now stands towering before you looking like an insanely beautiful blonde dominatrix.

Natasha’s eyes glimmer as she takes in her magical work and in all of Queen Abigail’s newfound visible curves and confidence.

“Aby? Wow,” you exclaim. “In my wildest dreams I never imagined you like this.”

Aby looks at you with the same longing stare as Natasha. There’s an heir of confidence in her eyes you have rarely seen. It’s as if she’s been possessed by something erotic and dominant.

“That’s quite the wardrobe change you’ve done to Aby, Goddess Natasha,” you tell Natasha.

“You shall refer to me as Queen Abigail, nothing more.. nothing less,” Aby corrects you.

“Yes my Queen Abigail,” you reply promptly.

As you look into your kitchen you can’t believe what’s happening. You’ve got two smoking hot dominatrixes taking control of you. Your dick gets harder just thinking about what’s next.

“Kneel before your Queen, you worthless ****,” Natasha commands you.

She points at you and immediately your knees buckle and you drop to the carpet.

“Crawl to me on your hands and knees,” Aby commands you.

“If you’re lucky I’ll think about letting you worship me,” she continues.

Aby looks over at Natasha with a smile. It’s clear she’s liking the role of this new dominant character.

You start crawling from the living room to the kitchen.

“Your power over him is absolute Queen Abigail, he will do anything to obey you,” Natasha reminds Aby.

“There’s nothing like making my **** beg for pleasure..,” Aby responds.

You pause just a few inches from both of these women. You’re knees are sore from the crawling in the rug and now kitchen floor. You’re looking down at the toes of both their black leather high heel boots.

“There now, that’s a good boy,” Aby comments.

“I can see you’ve hardened him quite a bit Goddess Natasha,” Aby says noticing you’re hard dick.

“There’s more where that came from Queen Abigail. But does he deserve more pleasure?” Natasha asks Aby.

“Not in the slightest, until he has earned it,” Aby states.

“Look up at your Queen,” Aby commands you.

You feel her leather gloves grip your hair and tilt your head up. You look up at the newly polished beautiful face of your wife.

Before you can say anything you feel a hard slap across the cheek. Aby isn’t messing around and slaps you to let you know who’s boss.

“As my servant, you may begin showing more obedience by licking mine and Goddess Natasha’s boots,” Aby says to you.

“This will be fun, but perhaps we sit down while this **** works?” Natasha suggest to Aby.

“Every Queen needs a throne,” Natasha says to her.

With another point of her finger Natasha conjures a large and decorative gold throne in the kitchen right behind Aby. She shifts her hand and points behind her, once again using her magic to materialize a cozy chair behind herself. Both ladies smile as they sit in their respective chairs and cross their booted legs before you.

Aby looks at you and states,”Well.. where is it **** boy? We haven’t got all day.”