Obedience Training [Bound and Determined I]
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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Could She Be Trained to Submit? Kris Olson's husband has tricked her into joining him on what he said would be a spa like vacation at the Delta, Omicron and Upsilon Retreat Center, a very private compound located in the foothills of Northern California. What she does not know is that Professor Richfield, who runs the center, has used his expertise in behavioral modification to develop a program for training women to be fully submissive to their spouses and/or significant others at all times. His training is harsh but effective thanks to his use of bondage, sadomasochism and other training techniques. When Kris learns why her husband has brought her to Richfield's retreat, she attempts to resist and escape, only to find herself physically helpless in the hands of his large, specially trained attendants. Though she considered herself a strong, independent woman, Kris soon finds herself succumbing to Richfield's training and learning to eagerly obey her husband in bed and out of it. And that is only the beginning of her experiences, and the beginning of this masterful saga from the author of the bestselling My Wife, My Slave trilogy. Soon the police will be on Richfield's trail, but the canny professor has many tricks up his very experienced sleeve.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [146 KB]
Reading time: 95-133 min.
After a very smooth flight, Northwest Flight 663 from Rochester, Minnesota to Ontario, California made a picture perfect landing at the Ontario International Airport. Dr. Craig Olson, a neurosurgeon at the Dawson Clinic, and his wife were onboard and seated in the first class section. As the plane taxied to the terminal, Dr. Olson thought about all of the planning and time he invested to make this vacation to Southern California perfect in every detail. But paying attention to every detail was the way he did things. Everything was always well thought out and organized. He didn't like surprises. And he expected people to perform up to and meet his expectations. Sitting in his seat and waiting for the seat belt light to go off after the plane reached the terminal, Dr. Olson focused his thoughts on the real reason for this trip to California. As these thoughts flooded his mind, he turned his head and lovingly looked at his wife.
Seated next to him dressed in a very simple but expensive white dress was Kris, his wife of six years. The shortness of her dress permitted a delightful view of her beautiful and well-defined muscular legs as it covered but didn't hide an almost perfectly proportioned figure. She was the reason for this trip.
When Craig told her about their vacation plans, she became very excited about the opportunity to visit Southern California. Along with her excitement, she was absolutely amazed that her workaholic husband would plan some time off from his heavy work load in order to surprise her with this trip. She was looking forward to seeing all of the sights. And she was determined they were going to enjoy every moment of their time together in California since time together had become a very scarce commodity in recent years.
Craig purposely didn't tell her very much about what they were going to do in California. In fact, he made sure she didn't know a single thing abut their itinerary except for the destination of Ontario, California. He knew she would soon learn why he planned this excursion to the west coast. He was curious about how she would respond once she found out where he was taking her and why.
Kris wasn't concerned about this lack of information. She figured she would find out all of the details about their vacation plans when Craig decided the time was right to share them with her. After all, she reasoned he only gave her a two-day notice to get ready for their trip in the first place. But she wasn't complaining about the suddenness of the trip or the lack of information. In fact, she liked being surprised and she was enjoying this side of her husband, which had been kept under wraps for way too long.
After their marriage and with the demands of his job, Craig quit being spontaneous and full of surprises like he was during their courtship. He became very predictable. As a result, much of the romance disappeared from their marriage.
Kris missed this aspect of their relationship. She didn't know just how much she did until Craig surprised her with this trip. She enjoyed seeing him being more fun and unpredictable for a change. Deep inside of her, she savored the sensuous feelings his behavior gave her. She wanted more than ever to share those feelings with him and let him know just how much she loved him. Turning to her husband, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I love you," in his ear.
Responding to his wife, he smiled and squeezed her hand. Craig really did love Kris. What wasn't there to love about her? She possessed a great body and worked hard in her aerobic classes to keep it firm and contoured. Her shoulder length light brown hair was always coiffed to perfection. Her dark blue eyes were wonderfully expressive and he really enjoyed looking deeply into them. She was intelligent and devoted to him. Kris was beautiful in every sense of the word and he loved her for all of her multidimensional beauty.
And it was because he loved her so much that Craig planned this vacation for her. For in spite of her inner and outward beauty, which he adored, there was quirk in her personality that irritated him to no end. As a doctor, he was accustomed to people catering to him and providing him with quality service and respect. Because of his ego, he detested being manipulated in any sense of the word and that was precisely where the conflict came in their relationship.
Kris was not above using her beauty, her charms and her sexual favors in order to compel, motivate, cajole and even bribe him into behaving like she wanted him to behave. She further used these same things to convince him to buy her the material things she wanted and felt she deserved. And Lord knows, she was never denied anything.
It wasn't that he didn't want her to enjoy the fruits of his labors. He was more than glad that he was able to provide her with so many material blessings and such a luxurious life-style. But it was her way of manipulating him that drove him up the proverbial wall and led him to plan this special trip to California.
Dr. Olson's thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the plane's door. Gathering their carryon luggage, Craig escorted Kris down the jet way to the terminal and to the adventure that awaited them in beautiful, sunny Southern California.
As they walked into the main terminal building, a chauffeur holding a sign that read, "Dr. Olson" was waiting for them. After identifying himself, the chauffeur escorted them to a waiting limousine near the main entrance of the terminal. The driver went to locate their baggage for them while Craig and Kris waited in the air-conditioned environment of the stretch limousine.
Pouring a glass of champagne for Kris and himself, Craig toasted her. "Here's to love and to us," he said as he looked directly into her dark blue eyes. Clinking their glasses together, they each took a sip.
"Where are we staying?" asked Kris.
"I have reservations at a very exclusive retreat in the foothills," Craig replied.
"What do you have planned for us?"
"You'll never guess in a million years. Just be patient. You will find out all about my special plans very shortly."
"You're such a tease. I guess you aren't gong to tell me, are you?"
"No. I put a lot of planning into this vacation and I want you to be surprised."
"Okay. I guess I can wait. You sure have been mysteriously lately. Not that I'm complaining. I rather like this side of you."
The conversation was interrupted by their luggage being deposited in the trunk of the limousine. The chauffeur took his place behind the wheel and guided the limousine out of the airport and north to I-10. As they traveled west on the interstate, Kris was fascinated by the range of mountains to the north and how for mile after mile it was just one maze of concrete, shopping centers and residential areas. Getting off on Indian Hill Boulevard, the limousine proceeded north to the City of Claremont.
The City of Claremont is a small bedroom community with a quaint village atmosphere in its old downtown section and is home to seven private and exclusive colleges. The older part of the city has many trees that overhang the roads and reminds one of an old town that is steeped in rich traditions, old family ties and a quality of life that is hard to find elsewhere. Even though it is located in Southern California, it is like an oasis of quiet, solitude and respectability in a desert of fast living, fast women and fast cars that has come to epitomize the culture of this region. Kris was enthralled with this oasis of culture unfolding before her through the tinted windows of the limousine.
The limousine continued north on Indian Hill Boulevard to Baseline Road. Turning right onto Baseline Road, it proceeded east to Padua and then north on Padua past the Padua Hills Theatre and onto Palmer Canyon Road. Finally, it turned onto a long and secluded driveway and came to a stop in front of an eight-foot high electric gate that bore the Greek letters Delta, Omicron and Upsilon.
As the gate swung open, the driver drove through the entrance and parked in front of a very stately two-story mansion that used the local rock as the primary building material for the outer walls. The driver opened the door for Dr. Olson and Kris and escorted them into the foyer of the mansion.
Kris was obviously impressed with the interior of the mansion and with the lavish and expensive furnishings that adorned the foyer and the part of the living room that she was able to see. "Is this where we are going to stay?" she asked with a sense of awe.
"Yes," replied Craig.
"How did you ever find this place?"
"It took a little research."
"It's marvelous," she continued.
Moments after their arrival, a large oak door opened into the foyer and out walked a distinguished looking gentleman in his early forties. He was six feet tall, thin and surveyed his new guests with piercing blue eyes. He wore a conservative blue suit. His hair was medium length dark brown which was perfectly cut and styled. "Welcome to Delta, Omicron and Upsilon," he said and continued by introducing himself. "I am Dr. Richfield. You must be Dr. Olson."
"Yes, I am and this is my wife Kris."
As he shook their hands, he continued, "I am very glad to meet both of you and I am sure your stay here will meet and exceed all of your expectations. Won't you please come into my office?" Having made the offer, Dr. Richfield stepped aside and with a sweep of his hand directed the newly arrived guests through the massive oak door and into his office.
"Thank you, Doctor," Craig replied as he escorted Kris into the office.
After taking her seat next to Craig in front of Dr. Richfield's desk, Kris looked around the office. She noticed that the office was Spartan in furnishings and very neat and orderly. Gazing out the window to behold the beauty of the mountains, she noticed the security bars on the windows.
After closing and locking the door, Dr. Richfield sat behind his desk. Dr. Richfield was the head of the psychology department at the City College. Having done extensive research into developing a program that could effectively control the behavior of individuals, he put his research into practice and opened the Delta, Omicron, and Upsilon Retreat Center. From across the nation, people came to take advantage of his research and to seek his aid in improving their relationships with their significant others.
In addition, he used his skills in manipulating people to develop an exclusive prostitution ring, which catered primarily to the unique needs of the rich and famous and the politically powerful in Southern California. He recruited students from the plentiful supply on the college campuses to staff this business. Because people knew the quality of his staff and appreciated his devotion to the absolute confidentiality of all who used his services, his business continued to grow.
And just recently, he began to supply the local clubs with some of the most beautiful college coed exotic dancers in the area. His dancers not only danced but also provided a variety of sexual favors to the patrons. As a result, his income from the retreat center, prostitution and dancers made his salary as a department head seem like a mere pittance. But he kept the position since it offered him cover as a respected professor and access to a wonderful resource of prospective employees.
Speaking to Dr. Olson, Dr. Richfield said, "After all of our conversations, it is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor."
"It's a pleasure for me, too. I trust that everything is ready."
"Yes. Have you told Kris why she was brought here?"
"No. I thought it would be better to explain everything to her once we arrived."
"What are you two talking about?" demanded Kris. "Exactly why are we here?"
"Should I tell her or do you want to, Dr. Olson?" inquired Dr. Richfield.
"I think it would be best if you did."
"Fine." Turning to Kris, Dr. Richfield continued, "Mrs. Olson, when you got married you promised to love, cherish and obey your husband. Your husband has brought you here to help you understand the full meaning of 'obey' in your relationship."
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Kris replied. Then turning to Craig, she said with a fair amount of sarcasm in her voice, "What in the world is he talking about, Craig? And what is this crap about 'obey' anyway?"
"Just listen to Dr. Richfield and he will make it clear to you."
"Fuck you and the airplane you flew in on, Craig!"
"Mrs. Olson, your husband is a little upset over the way you manipulate him in order to get what you want. He brought you to this retreat center to help you develop a better attitude about serving him and his needs."
"What kind of bull shit is this, Craig? If you think, I'm staying here, you're sadly mistaken. And as far as your needs are concerned, I know one need that isn't going to be serviced for quite awhile." Getting up, Kris walked over to the door only to find that it was locked. Turning back to Dr. Richfield, she said, "You had better open this door or there is going to be hell to pay."
"Just sit down, Mrs. Olson. I know all of this is a big shock to you. But trust that your husband is only doing what he thinks is best for you and your marriage."
"Bullshit! Now open the goddamn door or I'll sue you for every dime you own."
"Sit down, Mrs. Olson! I've tolerated enough of your crap."
"I've only just begun to give you a ration of crap. You're going to get a lot more, Doctor. Now open the goddamn door!"
"Mrs. Olson, that's not possible. Once you walked through that door, there was no turning back. Now sit down! It's time you learned to cooperate."
"Craig, aren't you going to do something?"
"Just sit down, Kris. Listen to Dr. Richfield. I'm sure once you hear everything he as to say you will want to be here."
Stewing for a few minutes and realizing she couldn't leave, Kris finally sat down. "I'm listening," she said without trying to hide her contempt.
"That's better, Kris," Dr. Richfield said and then continued. "I have years of experience in helping people modify their behaviors. Here at the Retreat Center, I use pain and pleasure to assist individuals in developing new patterns of behavior. Undesirable behaviors are punished with some form of pain and desired behaviors are rewarded with a wonderful assortment of pleasurable feelings and experiences."
"What has all of this to do with me?"
"Craig wants you to be more obedient. Therefore, during your stay here, you are going to learn how to be the wife he wants you to be. To help you grow and develop in your obedience to your husband, you will be punished if your behavior is unacceptable and you will be rewarded when it's acceptable."
"Bullshit! No one is going to punish me or change me. I'm leaving."
"Like I told you. Once you came through those doors, there is no turning back. You are here because your husband wants you to be here and you will participate in our program whether you want to or not."
"Like hell I will," Kris asserted.
"Dr. Olson, you were right when you told me she was a very strong-willed lady. But don't worry; I can handle her."
"I trust that you can. That is why we're here."
"What do you mean you can handle me? I told you I'm not going to stay here. And that is final!"
"Mrs. Olson, you don't have a choice. You're staying. And that is final!"
"Fuck both of you," Kris fired back.
"You will in due time." Dr. Richfield advised her with a sinister smirk on his face.
Feelings of fear and desperation overcame her in reaction to his statement. "What do you mean?"
"You will find out. Believe me, you will find out," Dr. Richfield informed her. Then turning to Dr. Olson, he asked, "Shall I start the training now and demonstrate how I intend to get your wife to understand what it means to 'obey'?"
"As you desire, Doctor."
Pressing a button on the top of his desk, Dr. Richfield summoned two assistants who came into the room through a door located behind his desk. The two men who appeared were in their early twenties. They were each wearing tight black leather pants and black leather boots. Their upper bodies were exposed and revealed the fact that they spend a lot of time in the weight room of the local YMCA
"Who are these, idiots?" mocked Kris.
"These idiots are your personal trainers," replied Dr. Richfield.
"Trainers? You can just kiss my ass about all of this training crap."
Nodding to the two men, Dr. Richfield said, "You know what to do."
As they approached, Kris stood up and was ready to protect herself in any way that she could. "Lay a hand on me and I'll scratch your eyes out," she threatened. Her threat didn't slow the two men down for a second. And just as quickly as she got up, Kris found herself under their control. She fought back as hard as she could but to no avail since they were strong and knew how to effectively control an outraged and very angry person. She began to scream at her assailants, at her husband and at Dr. Richfield, "Let me go, you bastards! When I get free, all of you fuckers are going to be sorry. I'll sue you for all you're worth. And I'll take you to cleaners, Craig!" A cloud of colorful language filled the room as she kept up her verbal attack.
While she continued voicing her opinion about what was happening to her in no uncertain terms, handcuffs were placed on her wrists and attached to a length of chain that dropped from a hidden compartment in the ceiling. The slack in the chain was taken up so that her toes barely touched the floor. Leather ankle restraints were removed from two compartments in the floor near the chair in which Kris had been sitting. These were quickly secured to her legs and the chains to which they were attached were tightened enough to spread her feet about three feet apart. To silence her screaming, a red ball was forced into her mouth and secured at the back of her head with a leather strap.
Once Kris was secured and quieted, Dr. Richfield directed her trainers, "You may leave. I will let you know when I'm finished with her."
"Yes, Master," they replied.
After they exited, Dr. Richfield came out form behind his desk and stood directly in front of Kris as she gave him a look that could kill. As she continued to look defiantly into his eyes, he spoke, "Kris, I'm going to show you how an obedient wife treats her husband and how she respects his every wish." Returning to his desk, he pushed another button and waited. Within a few moments, a man and a woman appeared form the same door that allowed her trainers to enter and exit the room.
Kris recognized the young man as the chauffeur who had driven them to this place. She further noted that he was handsome, well-built, and owned a beautiful head of dark brown hair.
The woman with him was also in her early twenties. She boasted a head of gorgeous red hair that hung half way down her back. Wearing a red miniskirt, she displayed a well-proportioned pair of legs. Her tailored white blouse accented the fact she was indeed full-figured.
Speaking to the woman, Dr. Richfield said, "Brenda, this is our newest guest, Kris. I want you to demonstrate for her just how an obedient wife responds to her husband."
"Yes, Doctor. It will be my pleasure."
"I know it will be. So let's begin by taking off your blouse."
"Yes, Doctor." Brenda said as she immediately began to unbutton the white blouse. When the final button was unfastened, Brenda completely removed her blouse and placed it on Dr. Richfield's desk. Under her blouse, she was wearing a designer white satin bra, which alluringly supported and covered her breasts.
"Very good, Brenda," Dr. Richfield commended her. "What size bra do you wear?"
"It's a 34D, Doctor," she replied as she stood up straight and pushed her curves out in front of her.
Dr. Richfield's request and Brenda's response made Kris shake her head in disgust.
"Now, Brenda, I want you to take off your skirt."
Without hesitation or comment, Brenda unzipped the miniskirt and allowed it to fall at her feet. She was not wearing any panties. But she did have on a red garter belt which was holding up her sheer black stockings.
"Very good, Brenda. Now remove your bra. I think everyone wants to see what you have and what you are apparently so proud of."
"Yes, I am proud of these, Doctor," Brenda said as she unfastened and discarded her bra. Her obedience treated everyone in the room to the sight of her two outstanding tits that didn't sag even when the support of the bra was removed.
"Fabulous!" remarked Dr. Olson.
Kris was furious over what she was forced to see as she struggled hopelessly against her restraints to gain her freedom. She was disgusted over Brenda's response to the requests of Dr. Richfield without blinking an eye. She thought Brenda must have little or no self-esteem to allow Dr. Richfield to control her in such a fashion. She was equally disgusted over Craig's remark.
Dr. Richfield continued, "And now, Brenda, I want you to give Jonathan a blowjob. And when he comes, you will swallow his ejaculation. I want you to enjoy every drop."
"Yes, Doctor, anything you want."
She immediately dropped to her knees in front of Jonathan, unzipped his fly, reached in and brought his penis out into the light of day. She began to stroke, caress and suck the prize she removed from his pants.
Kris watched in amazement as Brenda orally fellated Jonathan with great skill and caused him to grow and grow into a full erection. She just couldn't believe any woman would respond to such a request. She found it difficult to believe that Brenda was content to do what she was doing and to do it front of strangers. In spite of her inability to understand Brenda's actions, Kris found herself impressed with Jonathan's size. Kris enjoyed sex on her terms and would on occasion fantasize about how a really large penis would feel inside of her. Seeing Jonathan's hard-on and knowing it was larger than Craig's was, she knew she would continue the fantasy. She didn't know just how soon the fantasy would become a reality.
Even though she didn't want to witness the oral sex which was being performed, she found herself somewhat fascinated with Brenda's activity. She never considered engaging in oral sex. She knew Craig wanted her to, but she never gave in to his request. To her, it was vile. Despite her disgust at this form of sex, she continued to watch out of curiosity as it was being done live and right in front of her. From the expression on her face and her enthusiasm, she ascertained Brenda was experiencing a lot of enjoyment from having her mouth filled with Jonathan's engorged organ.
Sensing Jonathan was about to climax, Brenda stroked him a little faster. Using her tongue to stimulate the glans, she brought him to the point of no return.
"Suck it! Suck it!" Jonathan demanded. "I'm cumming!" he exclaimed as he ejaculated into Brenda's eager and talented mouth.
Brenda did as she was commanded. As she continued to suck him, she gladly accepted his full load of warm semen. It turned her on to feel it in her mouth. She swallowed as ordered by Dr. Richfield. Then using her hand, she coaxed the last drop to the tip of the penis and licked it off.
Kris was repulsed at what she just witnessed. In her mind, it was disgusting and vulgar. As Brenda licked a few remaining drops off her lips and from the tip of Jonathan's penis, she was glad she had never done it before. Now after watching it done and finding out what it was all about, she knew it was something she would never do. The very thought of tasting semen made her gag. She was about to learn very soon to never say never.
When Brenda finished, Dr. Richfield dismissed everyone in the room and then stood once again in front of Kris. "Your husband tells me that you won't perform oral sex on him. Is that true?"
In response, Kris could only move her head up and down.
"Kris, by the time you leave here, you will be eager to give Craig oral sex and swallow his semen. In fact, you will find yourself wanting to give oral pleasure to anyone I or Craig tell you to. You won't be able to get enough to satisfy your desire."
Kris looked at him is disbelief and shook her head "no." Then thinking to herself, she knew it would indeed be a very cold day in hell before she would let anyone stick something like that in her mouth. And she would rather die than have to taste semen, her husband's or anyone else's.
"Yes, you will, Kris. My methods of training you to be obedient are very effective. In fact, I'm going to give you an example of just how effective they are right now in front of your husband before he leaves."
Kris wasn't looking forward to any samples of the type of obedience training that was in store for her. Fear began to well up inside of her as she considered the possibilities of following in Brenda's footsteps.
Dr. Richfield walked over to his desk, opened the top drawer and removed a pair of medical scissors. Standing in front of her, he informed her, "I'm looking forward to seeing you naked. I've found my training to be much more effective when people can't hide behind their clothing."
Her eyes widened as he cut through the hem of her expensive and imported linen dress.
As she watched, he continued to cut from the hem to yoke at the collar. Cutting between her breasts and noticing her tense slightly, he commented, "You are a little modest, aren't you?"
She nodded her agreement.
"I like that quality in a client. It makes it easier to train them," he advised her while cutting through the collar. "I bet you really don't like the fact that I can see your undergarments," he added as the dress separated.
Again, she nodded in agreement while he began to cut from the bottom of the sleeve up towards the yoke of the collar.
"Well, I'm going to see more than just your lacy lingerie," he stated when his final cut with he scissors caused the dress to fall from Kris's body and lie in a worthless heap near her feet.
She was absolutely outraged and struggled to free herself from the bonds that held her. With hate, she looked at her husband and vowed to herself, I'm going to get even with you someday, you son-of-a-bitch.
"Since you're so modest, I'm sure you are really going to enjoy what I am going to do next,' Dr. Richfield said before using the scissors to make a cut in the full length white silk slip between her breasts.
She watched helplessly as he grabbed the material on each side of the cut and forcefully tore the slip apart. With his hands so close to her breasts, Kris tensed once again.
Dr. Richfield noticed her reaction and it gave him pleasure. He commented, "Get used to strange hands touching every part of your body, Kris. It is going to be a very important part of your training."
Kris could only stare at him as fear continued to seize her entire being.
"Let's get this out of the way." Dr. Richfield cut the two spaghetti straps of the slip. He watched as it fell from her shoulders and joined the white dress in a heap at her feet. He loved the feeling he experienced inside as he dealt with her when she was in such a helpless state. Knowing that she would be under his complete control during her training intensified that wonderful and erotic feeling.
Kris was now standing suspended in front of her husband and Dr. Richfield wearing a sheer satin bra, matching bikini panties and taupe pantyhose. She was angry and humiliated by this turn of events.
"We'll have you stripped in no time," he said as he gazed into her eyes.
Her struggle to free herself brought a smile to his lips that only served to further infuriate her.
Carefully and skillfully, he cut the pantyhose from her body by cutting down from the waistband on each leg to the leather ankle cuff. Cutting around the cuff, he removed the upper portion of the pantyhose. The part covering the foot was easily removed by pulling the pantyhose through the leather cuff and off the foot. "We're almost finished," he commented while cutting the straps of the bra. "Let's see what you are hiding under here," he added as he unfastened the front hook and started to separate the cups.
Kris found herself repulsed again by his touch so near to her breasts. She found herself very angry over the fact that Craig would allow someone else to touch her there. She swore again to herself, Craig, you are a bastard and you are going to pay dearly for what you've done today.
With great anticipation, Dr. Richfield slowly removed the bra and completely exposed her 36C breasts. "You have a gorgeous wife, Doctor. Can't remember the last time I've seen such great tits."
Joining Dr. Richfield, Craig fondled her and said, "They're nice. They're so firm and I just love her large areolae."
"I must agree they are very impressive. I know you are going to miss having them around while I train her. But just think about how much more you are going to enjoy them once you are reunited with your wife. And remember when you are reunited with her, she will obey your every command."
"I will, Doctor. You don't know how much I am looking forward to experiencing the results of your training," Craig replied as he slowly traced the areola of the left breast with his index finger.
"Believe me, I do know."
Kris found herself humiliated and embarrassed as both doctors admired the firmness and large silver dollar sized areolae of her breasts. Considering her predicament, she did the only thing she could do. She stared daggers at them. Her actions didn't escape the notice of Dr. Richfield as he continued to leer at her.
"I'm almost finished with her first phrase of training," Dr. Richfield told Craig.
"It's been interesting so far."
"I don't think Kris would agree with you. But that is her problem for the moment."
The final assault on her dignity came as Kris helplessly watched as her panties were cut from the bottom of the leg opening to the waistband. When her panties fell from her body, Kris found herself totally nude and unwillingly displaying her light brown triangle of hair and the lips of her vagina to her husband and Dr. Richfield.
"From the look in her eyes, I don't think she likes being naked in front of us. Is that true, Kris?"
Moving her head up and own in agreement, she hung there helpless to cover her nakedness and ashamed of being forced to expose herself to another man.
"You will learn to like and even look forward to being nude in front of people." In response to her shaking her head no, he added, "Oh, yes, you will. I guarantee you will after I'm finished with your training."
Her look indicated her total contempt for him.
"Shall we continue?" asked Dr. Richfield.
"By all means, let's continue. I've found it most interesting so far. In fact, it's been somewhat of an erotic experience to watch my wife under the control of another man," indicated Craig.
Kris didn't like what she was hearing. Fuck you, Craig!
"It can be and usually is, especially after you've seen how obedient and responsive I've made Brenda," continued Dr. Richfield.
"I'll say. And I'm certainly looking forward to what you are going to do next to make her that obedient," Craig confessed.
During the whole procedure, Dr. Craig Olson had watched intently as Dr. Richfield stripped his wife. He found it sexually stimulating to watch his wife under the control of another. Now with a degree of anticipation, he waited for the next step in her training that would make her obedient and responsive just like Brenda.
Standing directly in front of Kris, Dr. Richfield told her, "I'm gong to remove your gag. But you must not speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?"
Kris shook her head in the affirmative.
Dr. Richfield removed the gag and was immediately met with a barrage of obscenities. Kris also verbalized her feelings to Craig, "You motherfucker! You're going to pay big time for this bullshit. You think Bobbit had it bad. You just wait until I get my hands on you. I'll cut off your balls along with your penis. Now let me go!"
"Kris, I told you I reward good behavior and punish bad. I told you not to speak and you did; therefore, you'll will have to be punished," interrupted Dr. Richfield. With that comment, he pinched both of her nipples.
"That hurts!" she screamed and continued her verbal bombardment of the two doctors.
Again, Dr. Richfield pinched and pulled her nipples to drive home the point that unacceptable behavior would be punished. "I can keep this up as long as you can," he said.
Kris thought it over for a minute and then replied, "Kiss my ass, you bastard!"
In response to her comment, Dr. Richfield walked to his desk and removed a pair of nipple clamps from a drawer. Returning to Kris, he showed her the clamps and said, "I told you I was going to punish unacceptable behavior. These are going to hurt a lot. But I guess it's the only way I can impress upon you that I mean what I say."
Placing them on her nipples, he further adjusted the pressure to make sure she experienced considerable discomfort. Then grabbing the chain that connected the two clamps, he began to pull on the chain to increase her pain even more. Staring into her eyes, he obtained satisfaction from the pain he saw reflected in them.
Kris voiced her objections to the clamps and the pain they were causing her in no uncertain terms. "Stop it! Stop it!" she begged as the pain level dramatically increased. "You're really hurting me, you cocksucker. Craig, get him to stop, you bastard. Please get him to stop. It hurts so much."
"Quiet. I trust you will never speak to me with that kind of disrespect again," he said. "If you do, I'll make sure you experience some real pain."
With a constant source of pain being applied to her, Kris quieted down.
"That's much better," said Dr. Richfield. "Remember, you will only speak when spoken to. You must keep your eyes lowered at all times. And you will address anyone who gives you orders as 'Master' or 'Mistress'. Do you understand?"
"Yes, what?" he asked as he pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps.
Grimacing in pain, she replied, "Yes, Master."
"Good. You deserve to be rewarded for your behavior." With that comment, he removed the nipple clamps and Kris breathed a loud sigh of relief.
As he very gently rubbed the slit between her legs, Kris felt her whole body shudder as she experienced the sensation of pleasure. After all, of the pain she just experienced, the change was more than welcomed. In fact, after the pain, the sensation of pleasure was unbelievably intense and she found herself willingly accepting it even from Dr. Richfield.
"Now I think you understand how things work around here. Pain and pleasure are available to you. It's your choice," he continued.
"Yes, Master," she replied in obedience and out of fear of being assaulted again.
Turning to Craig, he said, "I think you can already begin to see a change in her. In a short time, you will have the obedient wife you want. I guarantee it."
"I'm impressed," commented Craig. "I will look forward to seeing the final results of your work."
Returning to his desk, Dr. Richfield again summoned Kris's trainers. When they came into the room, they placed a leather collar around her neck. Attached to the collar was a leather strap that ran down her back and ended just above her waist. The end of the strap formed two leather wrist restraints. They removed Kris's hands from the handcuffs and secured them behind her back in the leather restraints. Removing the ankle restraints, they took her out of the room through the door behind the desk.
Kris didn't even look at her husband. She was shocked over the fact that he would allow her to be so humiliated. She was very angry and hurt that he did. She knew he would pay for his actions. Right now, in order to avoid any more pain, she went peacefully with her trainers.
Once they were gone, Dr. Richfield spoke, "I believe you have something for me."
Craig reached into the pocket inside of his suit coat. He removed and placed an envelope on the desk. "Fifty thousand dollars as agreed upon," he commented.
"Excellent. In a few weeks, you will have the wife you desire. I promise I will take good care of her. And I promise you won't be disappointed with the results. It will be a good investment for you and for her."
"I'm counting on it. It took a long time to make the decision to bring her here. But after seeing your techniques, I know it was a good decision. And I'm sure I'll be more than pleased with the results."
"Good. I've made lodging arrangements for you at the Fair Towers. My driver will take you there, now. Have a pleasant evening and a good flight home tomorrow. I'll call you when your wife's training is complete."
"Thanks. I'll be waiting for the call."
"I'm sure you will be." * * * *
After taking his seat in the rear of the limousine, Craig watched as Jonathan closed the door and then took his place in the driver's seat. After driving through the gate and beginning the half-hour drive tot he hotel, Craig asked, "I enjoyed watching you and Brenda in action this afternoon. It looked like you were really enjoying yourself."
"You can say that again. Working for Dr. Richfield, I get a lot of blowjobs from a lot of different women. And I enjoy all of them. But I have to tell you there is no one who gives a better blowjob than Brenda. She is the very best I've ever experienced."
"She was enthusiastic to say the least. And she did appear to be really getting off from doing it."
"There's no doubt about that. I've never seen anyone so eager to suck a cock. I don't think she ever gets enough."
"Is that so?"
"That's the truth, Doctor. Does your wife blow you?"
"No, she never has," Craig confirmed.
"Is that why you brought her here?"
"One of the reasons."
"From what I've seen, Dr. Richfield will correct that problem for you. By the time she leaves here, she'll be into oral sex in a big way. You won't be disappointed."
"I hope not," Craig replied as the very thought of Kris giving him head caused the beginnings of an erection.
"What's that smile all about, Doctor? Are you thinking about what I think you're thinking about?"
"Most likely," Craig replied. "I'm having visions of my wife performing like Brenda."
"If she does, then all the money I'm spending on her will indeed be money well spent."
"No one I know of has ever asked for a refund."
"That's reassuring to hear," added Craig as his smile broadened even further. "I think I've made the right decision bringing her here."
"You have. Dr. Richfield is very good at what he does. You are going to end up with a very submissive wife who will cater to your every need and desire."
Hearing those words, Craig's smile broadened even wider as he poured himself a drink.