His “Dad”

“Honey when are you coming home with food? I’m starving.” His new father asked in a text. After about an hour his mom was bored and finally saw her text that is when Joe decided to strike. “Hey mom, you think dad can get his own food, also you don’t see much of a reason to take care of him because he isn’t a child.” His mom’s face looked perplexed she then said “Yeah, you are right who is he to think I would get him food. He has a car of his own!” Joe’s“mom” shouted about her husband.

They left the McDonald’s to head to their home Having been there for over an hour. When they arrived home they went in and at the table sat the father. The man seemed perplexed when he saw you. “Who is this man with you Casey? And where is our son?” Your mother seemed to get angry at his comments, “How dare you forget what your own damn son looks like! Pardon my French but you think just because we are married I have to feed you? Buy your own food don’t rely on me any longer understood?” She shouted at her husband.

The man was shocked clearly, she hadn’t minded getting him food before but after Joe’s change she was done. The man looked perplexed and sad with her words he clearly remembers now that Joe is their son. How could he have forgotten. Joe saw this as the perfect opportunity seeing his “dad’s” ID he saw the name Carl. Joe spoke up “Carl you can no longer do anything sexual without Casey’s direct permission. You are submissive to her. You will also have a cuckolding fetish which you won’t know about. You also will never try to harm me or her. Casey controls everything in the house except for me and you find pleasure in doing what she says.” Carl’s brain obviously took a bit to process that new information. When he finally came to he seemed like a bit less of a man. Slouching over and giving slight but not long looks at his wife clearly understanding his place.

Joe looked at Casey his mother and said, “You want to dominate your husband. You know how to run everything perfectly in the house but won’t try to intervene with anything I do. You are only submissive to me and you are bisexual willing to be with another girl. You loving cuckolding your husband. You also don’t like any sexual conduct with him though he yearns for your touch.” Once her brain processed the new information she grinned and seemed to have a stronger aura of self confidence. She looked at her husband like he was a bug that she wouldn’t touch with a ten foot stick but also as a tool. “Carl! I told you before you can’t sit at the table!.” Suddenly the man moved to the floor. “Sorry honey...” Carl said looking at the floor. “You are sleeping on the couch from now on just for that.” She said demandingly. The man (Carl) looked sad but also pleased at the same time in his new diminutive role.