Use the Cross on him

Jerry shakes his head. There's no reason to hesitate. Sometimes, the most obvious course of action is also the better. Plus, he thought of a fun experiment.

"Karen", he says, tapping her on the shoulder. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, Master."

7:33 PM, Karen's husband George Smith arrives home after a hard day of work. Mr. Smith is a tall and slightly pudgy man in his early 40s, with a good posture and impeccable teeth, he's a charismatic man who works sales at a big company.

As always, Karen welcomes him home with a peck on the lips and helps him get his coat and tie off while making small talk about their day. A saccharine scene out of a Valentine's Day ad. George always thought he was blessed for having a wife like that, and for the flame of their love to still be alive over 20 years after their marriage.

"Dinner will be ready soon, so go take a shower." Karen smiles as she hangs George's coat on the hanger.

The husband walks upstairs in a good mood, grabs a change of clothes in his room and goes to the suite's bathroom. When he closes the door, George notices the lock is defective. Gotta remember to fix that later, he thinks to himself before heading to the shower.

On the other side of the door, Karen arrives making as little noise as she can, and listens. Soon enough, she hears the sound of the shower, and George humming a song. Her lips curl into a smile and she hurries to her daughter's room down the corridor and knocks twice lightly, one strong, as instructed. "Come in," a voice on the other side. says.

Karen opens the door to the sight of Jerry sitting naked on the edge of Gillian's bed, with the girl kneeling behind him, currently engrossed in massaging and kissing his shoulders and neck. Karen unconsciously bits her under lip and takes a deep breath at the sight of Jerry's fully erect 8-inch cock, before announcing "He's in the shower, Master."

"Very good, ****," Jerry says putting special emphasis on that last word, which makes Karen let out a muffled moan. He stands up, freeing himself from Gillian's loving embrace, and walks towards the older women, grabbing her by her left breast and pulling her close for a kiss. Karen responds well to this rough treatment and kisses him deeply, their tongues intertwining as she enjoys the sensation of her Master's hand massaging her boob.

As he lets go, Gillian approaches with the cross brand in hand and the curling iron in the other. Karen takes it and heads off.

"You will brand your husband with this," Jerry had said to her earlier, "and he won't bother us", Karen recalls as she enters the bedroom door and heads to the bathroom, heating the branding iron given by her daughter. She doesn't think too deeply about what Jerry meant by that. Moreover, he thought of her actions being a betrayal of her husband never once crosses her mind. Her Master gave her an order, and she will obey. That's all there is to it.

George finishes washing the shampoo for his hair when he hears the door open and someone walk in.

"Honey, is that you?" He asks opening the shower stall just enough for his head to pop out, confirming that indeed, his wife just entered the bathroom with a hair curling iron on her hands. "Sorry, there's something wrong with the lock."

"I know," Karen answers with a serene smile "Master removed it earlier."

"What?" George frowns his brow cleans his ear, not sure what his wife just said. Then, as she puts the curling iron away, he notices another metal object glowing hot in her hands. "What's going on honey?"

Karen doesn't answer, walks up to the bathroom stall without missing a step, throws the door open and, while George is still too surprised to react, presses the burning hot tip of the cross brand on the right side of his belly. George screams, tries to back away by reflex, and ends up slipping on the we floor, falling on his ass and hitting his head on the wall behind in the process. Karen watches unfazed as her husband loses consciousness, before calling out.

"Master! It's done!"

Jerry enters the room followed by Gillian, both still naked. The young man already feels the changes to his body brought about by George's branding: he grows a few centimeters taller as his back straightens up and his posture becomes much better, imperfections on his teeth and bite correct themselves, and his penis grows from 8 inches to 8,3 inches in length. Jerry would be disappointed by the incremental increase in length, but the rod's girth increased a lot, making for a very robust member. Satisfied, he orders Karen to take off her clothes and the three wait for George to wake up.

When George comes to, still on the bathroom stall floor, he sits up disoriented, his head still hurting from the hit on the wall, his posture now slightly arched. He examines the brand on his gut, which doesn't seem to hurt, then looks up to find his wife and daughter stark naked, clinging to Jerry's sides and lovingly caressing his member.

"W-what is going on? Honey, what's the meaning of this..." His voice doesn't have the same confidence and vigor, sounding somewhat morose. Karen and Gillian seem to be completely ignoring his presence, while Jerry fires him a look that makes George instinctively shake. He knows that man is not to be messed with. That he is his superior.

"Don't dare calling her that ever again. Karen is not your honey, she is my bitch," Jerry punctuates that statement by lightly slapping Karen on the butt, making her let out a soft moan, "Who gave you permission to even talk to my property?"

"I-I'm so sorry sir! Please forgive me!" George panics, prostrating himself in fear. "Wha-what can I do to make up for my insolence?"

"You are not allowed to talk with my slaves unless strictly necessary. Don't even look at them if you can avoid it. Other than that, continue working as always, to support them as well as myself. You're not a member of this family anymore, you're just financial support. Am I clear?"

"Yes! Absolutely clear, my lord!"

"And I also don't want you sharing a room with Karen anymore, obviously. You got any room he can move to, ****?"

"There's one guest room we're using for storage, Master."

"That will do. You heard that, George? That's your room from now on."

"Yes! Th-thank you for your kindness!"

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Take your garbage out of my ****'s room and move!" Jerry yells at the sobbing mess of a man, riding this power trip for what it was worth.

George gets up and runs out of the bathroom to gather his clothes and personal belongings as fast as he could. Jerry and his slaves walk to the living room, paying him no mind. Jerry looks around while lightly groping Karen and Gillian's breasts.

"You belong to me forever. Everything you are and everything you have is mine to use."

"Yes Master," purrs Gillian, "please use us however you want."

"We live to serve you, Master," Karen adds, "anything you desire we will give you."

Satisfied, Jerry smiles and brings them close for a double kiss. Mother and daughter give themselves to him completely, eagerly making out with him and with each other for as long as Jerry wanted.

After parting the kiss, he looked at the clock on the wall: it was a bit past 8:30PM. As much as he wants to keep enjoying his girls, Jerry decides to go home for the time being. His mother would get worried if he arrives too late. Plus, there's a lot to think about. So, he gets dressed again, gropes his slaves one last time and heads home.