The Next Day

A new day dawns and Freddie looks down to see a wondrous sight; his wife Daphne sucking his cock. Her butt is raised up in the air, wiggling, and he can see the glitter of a shiny buttplug.

He had nothing significant to do for the day, but he knew Daphne was supposed to be at the office of her work for a meeting. Grabbing her hair, he pushed her down his shaft and thrust into her roughly before grunting and firing volleys of thick ballcream into his wife's belly.

Breakfast was ready for them when they came downstairs, him in a casual shirt and jeans, Daphne in nothing but heels. The heart gem of her choker flashing in the sunlight, and a twinkle when the light caught the heart-shaped gem on the buttplug.

The staff leered at Daphne and she preened herself under the attention. She squirmed when she sat down, feeling the plug pushed deeper while she was in the chair.

Freddie fingered the control phone while his wife waffled on about the work she was doing. No, he'd wait to see how she handled herself first. He could always change more later.

He also decided not to fuck her arse yet. She'd need his dick there before the end of the day, and he found he liked the idea of getting her to sincerely beg for it after years of refusals.

He enjoyed the sight of his Trophy Wife and imagined what he had in mind next. More mental changes, making her behave less like a person and more like a slut. Physical changes too, to turn her into a living, breathing, doll for his amusement.

He followed her when she went to dress for the day, and was amused by her clear frustration with her wardrobe. She needed to dress like his Trophy Wife, and that meant all of her smart business outfits were out. Even sensible flat shoes were no longer permissable.

Finally she settled on four-inch white heels, a white suit with skirt and a pink blouse. The skirt exposed a quarter of her ass and the blouse only buttoned up to a certain point, leaving her with a large amount of cleavage on display. Her hair was lightly curled and her make-up was thick and more suited to a suckdoll.

He only made one change; no underwear. Daphne squirmed in humiliation, but she did it. He gave her a kiss on her neck, leaving a hickey, and sent her off with a hard SMACK to her ass.