Under His Spell

After dinner, Daphne and her husband sat in their living room, relaxing, sipping their after dinner wine. She was reading some book about living her best life, while he just sat, admiring his gorgeous young wife. Her long blonde hair currently up in a ponytail, a stray lock dangling in front of her face, her bright blue eyes scanning the pages of whatever it was she was reading, he studied her full, pouty lips, remembering the last time they were wrapped around his cock. Her smooth, flawless tan skin, deliciously toned, long legs, her large D-cup breasts rising and falling as she breathed, and unfortunately currently covered by the white dress she wore, except for a modest amount of cleavage.

Yes, he definitely landed himself quite the lovely specimen. But still, it wasn't enough for him, he wanted her to be more than just his beautiful wife. He wanted her to be his plaything, to mold her, corrupt her, get her to do the dirty things he so enjoyed watching women do in porn. And why shouldn't he be able to have that? He was a man of significant means after all, certainly enough to win over this lovely little thing. He was under no illusion that she was deeply in love with him, or found him to be a particularly impressive physical specimen. No, what he had was wealth. He felt, perhaps not entirely unjustly, that in some way, he had purchased her. It was his money that got her interested in him, it was his money that got her to marry him. And it was her beauty that he got in return. He had no real interest in her personality, beyond her being able to be charming and make small talk with him and with his social circle. To be arm candy at parties, a trophy, something for him to display his prowess.

So he didn't feel bad at all about what he was about to do. He pulled the devices out of his pocket and examined them. One looked like any old smartphone, but obviously it wasn't. It was the controller, which would, as its name implies, allow him to control her, to view certain aspects of her, manipulate them as he needs or desires to. It could also be used to activate the second half, a metal choker with a red heart-shaped gem dangling from it. It was also the only thing that could remove that choker once it's in place. He'd had the R&D guys working on this device for some time, and if it worked, he could make a killing. But really, it was about turning her into his perfect wife.

He stands up and moves behind her, "I've got a little present for you sweetie." He says gently, smiling, and has her sit forward, brushing her ponytail aside, she smiles, always happy to get presents from her husband. He puts the choker on her neck and closes it, hearing the locking mechanism engage. Now to see if it all works. He walks around in front of her, and looks at her, the choker does look quite pretty on her, that was important. It couldn't look cheap or tacky. No matter what else, she was still his trophy, and would look the part. He raises the controller and activates it, the heart-shaped gem lights up, and her pretty eyes get a glazed over look. "Stand up and take that dress off, you know I love to see you naked." Without hesitation she complies, standing, and slipping out of her dress, letting it fall down around her feet, she steps out of it and kicks it aside, allowing him to take in every inch of her beautiful body. Now it's time to start making some changes.

Sure, they're not the changes most men would make, but he wasn't most men. He wanted what he wanted, and he was going to get exactly that.