The last night. Part II

For a split second, I freeze in shock as my old self flashes before my eyes like an evil spirit. Then I get angry at myself. I’m shocked by my own stupidity—ruining such a successful evening by barking an order at my hubby.

Stupid Jasmine! You can’t do anything right! Stupid wifey! Bitch! You don’t deserve for him to turn you into a decent woman! You’re just…

But hubby is here. He’s with me! And when he’s here, I don’t have to worry about a thing. Under Mom’s wide, round eyes, he grabs the back of my neck and squeezes. Instinctively, I make myself small, hunching my shoulders and letting him lead me, my gaze fixed submissively on him as I search for meaning in my life. And he gives it to me. His fingers dig into my soft skin, and the pleasant pain of his iron grip melts away any doubts or self-hatred, reminding me that I belong to him. That when I'm with him, it doesn't matter what I think. I just need to feel and what I feel is determined by his actions. Alone, I can feel weak and bad. With him, I'm always my best. With unwavering determination, he guides me through the kitchen. I stumble ahead of him toward the kitchen table—the place where I learn the meals a good housewife is allowed to serve her husband-master.

"I’m sorry," I stammer as he presses my belly against the table. I immediately let my chest slump onto the table, my tits flatten potato chips and banana peels beneath them as my body automatically reacts to my husband’s presence, causing me to spread my legs for him. "I’m sorry that I’m so bad..."

"Bad?" Only Finn manages to make me moan with a mix of gentleness and force as he places his fingers around my mouth. I take him in and suck on his thumb as he reels me in like a fish, pulls me upright, and forces me to look at him. My lips close around his fingers, and I suck on them with fluttering eyes and silent moans. He wants to have sex with you, you stupid slut! Shut up and obey! My eyes plead with him to forgive my stupidity, fear mingling with lust and heartache. My lower body jerks forward, trying to rub against him—but in vain. His gaze remains fixed on my eyes. I nod at him.

"Uhm... I’m a bad wifey..." I mumble with his finger in my mouth. I’m such a bad wifey for you, hubby.

“A bad wifey?” he asks again, and I lose myself in his eyes. He is my whole world. I am nothing without him. I need him to live. To breathe. To exist. I love this man more than I love myself. He is my life.

“Showwy,” I manage to say, the word pressed between my tongue and his thumb. But he shakes his head.

I’ve failed. Failed. This evening was supposed to be all about him, and now he thinks—he believes—that I only care about myself. How long will it take me to make up for this stupid mistake? Will he help me? What can I do to punish myself so he’ll give me a second chance…

“Jasmine, honey, you were perfect today.” His voice calms my racing heart with cool strength. “I love you for what you’ve done. Not just today. Every day. Babe, you are a perfect wife.”

I must look so stupid. Big, wide eyes—deep brown and glistening with lust, shame, and relief. My hair loose around my face, light and a little messy and my lips sucking on his manly thumb like his devoted slave. My whole body shaking and trembling in his presence—a bundle of nerves, girly thoughts, slick juices, and… and love for him…

I must look truly ridiculous, leaning there against the kitchen table—arms resting on the surface, legs spread wide, his finger in my mouth—cumming like a fountain in my shorts and moaning like an animal in heat.

But he just smiles. He’s right there with me as I cum my brains out, twirling my tongue around the tip of his thumb.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. Then his eyes travel up and down my body. My orgasm slowly subsides, leaving behind only the trembling of my muscles as a shred of intelligence drifts back into my empty little head. I grab his hand while his eyes pin down the growing spot on my damp shorts as my girl cum trickles down my ankles to the ground. Slowly, carefully and gently, I pull his thumb out of my mouth, making sure to suck it all the way back, but let the suction subside just before his finger leaves my lips. I make sure to leave a trail behind, knowing he likes it and seen it many times with his other girls. I make sure he sees what he does with my body, make sure he sees I’m happy.

“I wanted this day to be special,” I whisper, the slimy connection of spit between his finger and my lips. Then it snaps and falls back on my chin, glistening in the evening sun, actually just the reflection of the sun on a window on the street. But it's enough. Just like me, it appears, judging by his looks.

“Babe,” he whispers back, driving his finger over the skin of my chin. Dumbly, I look into his eyes. He has such beautiful, deep eyes. “Every day with you is perfect, understand?” I still don't understand what he says. I never lie to him. With a nod, his finger moves upwards to my lips, smearing the leftover of my spit over my lips, making them shiny and moist. "I love you."

Then he kisses me. And I come again. I can't help myself. It's just too much. I'm simply helpless against such a man. Since I'm his, my feelings are deeper, stronger and a whirlwind of emotions and womanly thoughts. I'm female. I'm sexy. And I'm in love. So we kiss deeply. I let him lead like it’s my job in our lives. He leads. And my job is...

"Now show me that sexy, obeying wifey smile I love so much," he orders with a smile, making my job, obeying his every command, so easy. "Show me you want me." So. Fucking. Easy.

“That's the Jasmine I fell for" he grins and then lust floods his gaze as he devours my naked tits with his gaze. I try my best to look presentable but when the love of my live devours me, I can only look horny. I raise my arms behind my back, knwoing, or rathe rhoping he wants to see my tits. Big and round I show them while I try to muster a sexy look. Tingkling, my hair falls down over my shoulder and obscures one of my breasts but he has this look he often has with me and it took me some time to realize what it is. He's in love with me. My man loves to see me naked. He loves my tits.

He loves me!

So it's easy to act like a well-behaved slut for him, giving him my true feelings with those bedroom eyes, half lit and focused on him. My breath goes faster, my chest heaves and my tits sway a bit. I know I have great tits and them being of service ti him is the best I can achieve with those big, round gifts I, admittedly knowingly, left unnoticed for so long. Now he notices. And not only that. His eyes are up with me, mirroring my gaze, focusing on me, Jasmine. His wifey.

And with that, there it is. The addictive feeling of helplessness whenever I'm around him. The feeling of being totally submissive to him, being his prey he can catch and fuck in an instant. Just a girl in the presence of a man.

"Tell me how you want it,” he demands while kissing me again, moving his hands around my tits and making me moan into his mouth while I stand on the spot, keeping my hands behind my head and making me aproachable for his touch, presentable for his gaze. It's his body and he has all the right to do with it as he pleases. “Today was such a perfect day.” His hot lips move over my throat and my nipples get painfully stiff under his strong fingers. My body begins to way gently as his hands wander over my burning, naked skin, making me tingly all over in the best way possible. "Not as a reward. But because you are just you. Perfect and beautiful and sometimes stupid and often smart and always so perfectly peaceful."

“I love you,” I moan and grab him. Wrapping my arms around his body, holding him near me, pleading for his touch. "You're perfect for me, Finn. God, I love you so much! I loved you my entire life and now you love me back!" I rub my body on his and he chuckles.

“Then tell me how you want me now, woman.” I can feel his grin in my heart. "I can't stand it. I want you."

“I want you too!” I press out, trying to think straight. "Please make me come, hubby. Please make me come for you."

It's like a dream, watching him. I'm his wife and when it comes to sex, it's my duty to deliver, to perform and to receive.

And now it’s all backwards!

But I'm not afraid. He told me to choose and I chose what every good woman would choose.

I let him make all the decisions.

So I sit on the top of the kitchen table, completely naked in our kitchen, our home, Mom only a few feet away, and spread my legs willingly for my husband. I feel my pussy wide and open for penetration, screaming for his cock and my breasts swinging freely while posing for him. I feel so free when he can have me.

First, his lips are on mine. I obey his touch, welcoming his tongue into my mouth like he owns the place and let him decide. He’s spiking my estrogen, oxytocin and dopamine, transforming me into a raging mess of lusty flesh, burning with love and desire. Nothing makes me wetter than obeying my man. I close my eyes and welcome the darkness that surrounds me, leaving only room for the feelings he invokes in me. My pussy clenches painfully around that devastating nothingness and my tits feel so good from being handled. My body can only function when he is in charge and I know I could lead this, make things happen.

But why do I care what I want when I can obey him? He takes care of me, thinks for me and makes things happen.

He definitely makes me 'happen'.

“Oh God, Finn… please… I… I can’t… Oh God yes thank you…” His hands move between my breasts, over one of my arching nipples. He circles my areola, twists the nipple and digs a bit into my sensitive flesh. It's like he owns the place, not caring but knowing what he can do to me. He feels me up, roams over my body and focuses his touch on my tits, heating me up to boiling point. Then lower.

“Fuck, I just love your pussy, honey,” he says and makes me swoon. His fingers rest gently on my opening, brushing over my outer lips while parting the inner ones, leaving my hole open and ready. It's so red and hot and ready and horny. I want him inside of me. I need him. But he is so good with his touches. he teases me, glides over my pissy, wets his finger in the space between my love lips, first spreading me, then rubbing over the hood if my clit. My spot reaches up, gets stiff and tingly, sending signals for obeying and mating. "So small and perfect and so tight. Just looking at it..." He steps back and I spread my legs wider. I almost feel his stare on my heated skin.

"It's yours, husband," I whisper, trying my best not to start rubbing my poussy silly. I need to wait for him, wait for what he will order me to do. A good wife always lets the man decide over her body. So I spread myself, showing of my opening. Every time he does that, just looking at me instead of pouncing at me, I feel the most womanly I ever can. That's what I am. What defines me. I have this opening and behind that lies my womb. The place that makes me a woman.

"It's all yours, hubby," I repeat, understanding my place in the world. "My pussy. My body. All of it. You own me, love."

"I know," he grins. "This perfect pussy of yours."

"I am your woman. I will be loyal to you, I swear. I will do what you want. I will obey. I... God!" It's so hard not to think of sex right now. "I will spread my legs for you, Husband. I will show you everything. Everything that I have."

"Everything that you are," he corrects me and in my sex addled state, I just obey. He could tell me the sky is green and I would change my world around him.

You decide. I follow. My love.

"I love you, Jasmine," he just says, looking at me while my fingers spread my pussy for penetration.

"I love you too, Finn." And when he smiles at me, this mischievous little smirk, knowing I speak my feelings, I don't have doubts anymore.

"But you know what I love just as much as your smile right now?" I shake my head, owned by his finger on my pissy lips.

“Nor realyaaahhhhyessss…” It's the best feeling, getting owned by just his fingers entering me.

Message from the author:

Another day, another annoyance. There are even more problems with the image posting sites I use. So no pictures for now and I would appreciate it if you keep me updated on the viability of the pictures posted from now on. I can see them on CHYOA but not on the base site where I store them.

So we need to rely on my descriptions of the pictures but I will try again to post them in the future. I even started organizing the pictures on my PC for that and if you know me, you know this is a really big deal. I can calculate the fuel usage of a B-1B Lancer bombing Venezuela but organizing my porn pictures... God forbid. So I hope this counts as another good sign that I take this even more seriously than before, keeping you updated and posting regularly.

Speaking of that. I have 5 new bonus chapters in the pipeline and the {Rania} chapter is finished and just needs to get translated and polished. It's a big one and I managed quite well, I think. Tomorrow we will conclude the actual chapter with Jamsine and Finn and then I will work on translating and providing a solution for you to read the whole chapter for you to read on my bonus sites.

In regard to the Candice chapter after those of Rania, it's quite mapped out and ready to go. Feels great needing to decide between writing even more in the future or polishing me stuff finally. With polishing, I mean the second Character Page with (god hopefully!) pictures. Handing out a few more pictures (you know the porblems there) and hey, I thought if it worked so great with the last one...

Poll time!

Okay. Finn, Candice... and a new girl. Not sure if she will even get activated on the MCD for now, so I plan for just a single appearance for now, but we will have a painfully hot threesome between Finn, Candice and the new Latina girl.

Given Candice's Path, it well be all about punishing her and degrading her with words and deeds. A bit more different than the current Rania chapter, the new girl is a fairly normal chick, so I decided on a few tamer kinks, more playing with status reverse and "normal" acts of sex for the girl and a few kinky things for Candice.

Please note that Candice, as we all know her, was a royal bitch to the new girl, not trying but succeeding in ruining her life. So she's angry, afraid, and devastated when Finn recruits her.

And hey, Candice is a painslut so when I give out options, please remember that she will come the hardest with the most suffering but will feel the pain as it is. Keep in mind what you want to do with her. Breaking her or just having fun. Even if we need to decide what will happen to her in a later chapter, I guess. So no pressure there for you, just a reminder of what we're dealing with.

If I had written it without your (most valued and more than often perfect themed) input, I would Finn simply watch and command the two chics but damn, I've seen the model I have in mind and goid damn I want him to fuck her... So...

The teacher. Finn shows the girl how to mix pain and pleasure on Candice, making sure the new girl knows how much pain she can dish out and how to control Candice's pleasure. He does that...

By spanking her assover his legs and letting Candice count and plead. (Tame)

By tying her down, gagging her with her panties and grabbing and biting her tits painfully. (Hard)

By getting a belt, spreading her legs and thrashing her pussy with the belt. (Brutal)

Warming up. The new girl hesitantly takes charge and tries out a few things. (Tame part of the sex)

By strapping her to a chair and pinning close pins on her nipples, then slapping them with her hands. (Tame)

By chaining her to the bed and pumping a whine bottle/cucumber (or something else) in her ass. (Hard)

By grabbing the belt and slapping the soles of her feet. (Brutal) (Hey, some feet play as well!)

Burning fire. The girl loses herself in her hurt, anger and fear and fucks Candice hardcore while Finn watches.

By getting into a seamy 69, licking and inserting lots of things (wine bottle or something else like that. Open up for ideas!) while suffocating her between her own legs, humping her face like a sex toy. (Tame)

By double-taming Candice between her and Finn. (He brings a strapon from home). She get's the pussy, he the mouth. With a bottle (or something else) in her ass, they make Candice airtight. (Hard)

By making Finn finger her pussy and, meanwhile, grabbing a belt and going to town till Finn makes the new girl cum with his fingers in her pussy and on her tits. (Brutal)

Kindling passion. The new girl decides if and how she wants to have sex with Finn as well. (Here, I move away from tame, hard and brutal because it's about the new girl. You understand. :)

By letting Finn fuck Candice to pieces and guiding him as her trusting executioner in pleasure. Ass, cunt, mouth, Candice gets it all under the new girl's commands, going bonkers through pain and pleasure. All the while, her tits and ass aren't left alone of course. (Solo)

By having a full-blown threesome with Finn and Candice. Treating her badly of course, it's more about her than Candice. The new girl thanks Finn by offering her holes up to him as well. Together, they put Candice between them and destroy her holes while the new girl is in the lead. (Passionate)

By having a sex with Finn. Treating Candice badly of course, the new girl thanks Finn by offering her holes up to him as well. The new girl decides to ignore Candice, making her cheer her on and rubbing her useless clit (due to MCD and the girl's order) while fuckign Finn in Candice's own bed. (Gentle)

I/we will decide which character trait the new girl will get after the chapter if she comes back to the story. Which is Tame and gentle, adventurous, or mean. For this one, she will have all traits due to Candice's mean treatment.

Okay. Have a great one, folks. And sorry again for the pictures. I have such nice ones for Jasmine... :(