A Timeless Display, Chapter 7
After the session where Jordan’s strap-on literally screwed Natalia into submission, it was full speed ahead for the domme to continue her subjugation and objectification of the pretty Mrs. Ethan Davison.
“Some people are just born to this role, darling,” the domme reassured the submissive as they lay in bed after the submissive begged for slavery. “I must admit, I didn’t truly expect you to be this interested in what’s become of you, that subconscious of yours is very imaginative, and very sexy, Natalia.”
The brown haired sub simply laid in bed, stared at her domme and smiled a sated smile, like her life was now complete.
“No more fear of being on display, or sexualized, or anything, darling,” Jordan assured. “I will guide you in all things.”
“Thank you Miss Archbald.” Natalia replied, as she looked at her hand which was adorned with the wedding ring.
“Oh, no worries about that, darling,” Jordan said, noticing Natalia looking at the ring on her left hand. “I will take care of everything, Natalia, you just enjoy being on display and being guided. Everything will work out perfectly.”
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” the submissive answered, smiling.
“Now darling we have a few things to work out,” Jordan said, taking out the watch once again. “Watch the watch, darling.”
SNAP
Natalie Davison succumbed to hypnosis for the first time as a slave, a designation she chose earlier in the evening. A blissful smile crossed her face even as her makeup was a runny mess following her extracurricular and extramarital activities with the one and only Jordan Archibald.
“Now darling, whenever you are wearing your ring, you will be sweet little Natalie, the pretty little wife,” the domme started. “However, when the ring is off, your true self will emerge, that of the submissive, sensual, obedient slave Natalia DiSousa, the woman who loves being on display, loved being guided, loves being owned….”
Jordan carefully constructed programming into the submissive, and set her to sleep for the rest of the night.
In the morning, the dominant set her alarm to meet the new slave and begin her morning correctly. A self repeating mantra deepening her submission and obedience and enjoying the journey there.
“Good morning, darling,” Jordan bellowed as she entered the photo adorned bedroom. “Rise and shine, Natalia.”
Slowy, Natalia awoke, the prior evening’s festivities wore her out and changed her perspective on many fronts. Natalia, naked, unprompted, padded over to the corner of the room where the pocket watch hung in front of the chair, spotlight hitting the watch, and sat down.
“How wonderful, no reminder needed, darling,” Jordan praised, petting the brown locks of the hazel eyed beauty. “Then by all means continue, Natalia.”
Natalia reached up and flicked the watch to life, spinning it as she stared into it as it shone from the spotlight, then began repeating her three phrases.
“I love being guided...”
“Obedient guided girls are rewarded...”
“I love and trust Miss Archibald as my guide...”
Jordan was pleased with the effort, as she simply smiled.
SNAP
The domme set the alarm for 90 minutes and watched as her sub repeated her mantra, focused on the watch, and switched hands as she masturbated to the edge and backed off.
“Such a lovely way to keep her focus on what’s important every day,” Jordan smiled as she played with Natalia’s hair before exiting and setting that day’s activities in motion.
Jordan settled on her daily activities and to set Natalia into a routine, a consistent reminder of her guidance and limiting other thoughts to prevent breaking that hold. The dominant had a few distinct things to do immediately after the prior evening’s performance.
After the 90 minute mantra repeating, edging extravaganza, Jordan made sure to meet the submissive as she ended, to continue her guidance uninterrupted and to get on with the day’s necessities.
“Get a move on, darling, we have work to do,” Jordan demanded as she watched Natalia scurry to the bathroom, without her uniform and only in her panties. to get prepared. “Shower and uniform, no makeup, you have 10 minutes.”
The dominant was putting small roadblocks in the way of her sub, to see how she would respond and to test if her guidance was absolute. The first was the shower- Jordan ordered the hot water heater turned off in Natalia’s bathroom, so a cold shower was the only option. In the bathroom, Natalia turned on the water, and waited for it to heat up. She realized, after a few minutes, that the water was not going to get hot, but her guide required a shower. Without second thought, showering was the choice, as required by Jordan. The submissive shivered her way through a cold shower, and was relieved at the warmth the towel she used brought her.
Once out of the shower, Natalia donned the phallic underwear and exited the bathroom, where her uniform waited for her, as was Jordan Archibald.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Jordan feigned.
“No hot water Miss Archibald, so I took a cold shower,” the submissive admitted.
“Oh, well I will have maintenance look into this, darling, but you did need a shower after all,” Jordan said with a smile.
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” Natalia replied.
Jordan reached out and took the towel from Natalia and smiled.
“Well that explains this,” Jordan said as she gently flicked Natalia’s engorged right nipple with her right pointer fingernail.
Natalia didn’t speak, just mewled in response.
“Get dressed, darling,” the guide ordered. “No makeup, we have a stop to make this morning before the office. Antonina’s Salon, 5 stars and very expensive, you are getting your hair done today.”
“Yes, Miss Archbald,” Natalia replied, reaching for the uniform.
“Be down at the car port in 5 minutes darling,” Jordan requested as she left the room, intentionally keeping the tasks to a tight time frame to limit thought on anything other than the task at hand. “Do not be late.”
Natalia rushed to complete dressing so she could be ready on time, putting in the small pocket watch earrings in her ears as she headed down.
“Good girl, Natalia,” Jordan said, as she reached the carport just as the limousine was pulling in. “Right on time.”
Jordan punched the app on her phone and revved up the phallic panties of her submissive, just enough for Natalia to feel the vibration.
“Have a drink, Natalia,” Jordan said, offering the submissive a Mimosa in the back of the limousine.
Natalia took the fluted glass and took a drink, and found it was strong.
“Give me your hand, darling,” Jordan asked, and then used the index finger of Natalia to unlock her phone again. “You have a video to take, for Ethan darling. We are going to get your hair done, just tell him our plans for today. Hair, then the office.”
Jordan sat on one side of the back seat, Natalia’s phone in hand, preparing the filming of a message for Ethan.
“Yes, Miss Archbald,” Natalia answered.
“Make sure you tell him you are starting the day with Mimosas, darling,” Jordan replied with a grin as she held up the girl’s phone. “Start now, Natalia.”
“Hi Ethan! Hope all is going great, just starting the day here in the limo with a mimosa!”
Jordan upped the vibration in the panties Natalia was wearing, rewarding her submissive for doing as she was guided to do.
“Ohhh,” Natalia said as she wiggled in the seat from the uptick in the vibration. “Remember I said I was going to get my hair done? Miss Archibald is taking me today, I am sure I will love it and so will you!”
More increased vibration, as the pretty bride made a face that could be interpreted as feeling the effects of being stimulated to anyone looking. Natalia paused before resuming, trying to seem poised and in control.
“And after that back to the office, I am learning so much here from Miss Archibald, she is amazing as a businesswoman and guide!”
Jordan again rewarded the submissive with more vibration in the panties, and Natalia’s face went flush from the excitement, and she again tried to regain control to complete the message.
“Can’t wait to see you Ethan, things here are always so exciting! Love you!”
Jordan again hit the remote, upped the vibration and there was no mistake the look on Natalia’s face- arousal. The domme let the video continue to give Ethan something to think about before stopping the video.
“Perfect, darling, finish your drink,” Jordan said as she finished the video and sent it off to the husband of her submissive, who would certainly begin to wonder what was happening. Natalia finished her drink as she watched Jordan complete sending the video with her phone.
Jordan turned the vibration up as Natalia finished her drink as the limo pulled up to the salon.
“Watch the watch, Natalia,” Jordan said as she held the watch in front of her submissive. “Very good, darling.”
SNAP
“Whenever we separate darling, you will have the urge to kiss me, deeply, before we part, do you understand?” Jordan asked.
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” Jordan replied from her hypnotic state.
“Awake at three, darling,” Jordan commanded as she pulled away the watch and put it in her pocket.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
Natalia slowly regained awareness as she looked at her guide.
“Now darling, we will go into the salon in a moment,” the domme began, turning down the vibration all the way. “Just give your name, I have paid for everything. You will love your makeover Natalia. Do everything your stylist tells you to do so you can be even more beautiful when on display.”
“Thank you Miss Archbald,” Natalia said as she prepared to exit the limo, waiting for her cue.
Jordan smiled as the driver opened the limo door and she stepped out, and she watched as her slave took the hand of her guide to enter the building. Jordan led her slave into the salon for more in her very big day of change.
Natalia, in her uniform, held the hand of her domme as she was greeted by staff who escorted the pair to reception.
“Hi darling, what’s your name?” the perky blonde in the pink smock asked.
“Natalie,” the submissive answered, after Jordan tugged the hand of the slave to get her to respond.
“Ok, I don’t see that here,” the pretty in pink receptionist said.
“Natalie Davison,” the submissive said nervously.
“Hmmm… I don’t see a Natalie Davison here,” the receptionist said. “Could it be another name maybe?”
“Ohhh,” Natalie responded. “Ummmm well it was an appointment made and paid for by Miss Archibald, if that helps…”
“Sweetie, I don’t care who pays or even see who pays, I just see who has an appointment and where they go when they get here,” the receptionist said. “So… let’s see then…”
Jordan again remained silent, enjoying the struggle before she again tugged on the slave’s hand to prompt her.
“Natalia DiSousa….” the submissive offered hopefully.
“Well I will be damned, I thought it was you,” the receptionist said. “Don’t worry sweetie, your secret is safe with me. We get all kinds of famous people here. But I see it… it’s you…I saw your pic yesterday… where have you been?”
“Long story…. Can I get started?” Natalie replied, not wanting to go into her past with a stranger.
“Of course Miss DiSousa,” the receptionist said as she picked up the phone. “Hello, Justina, yeah, she’s here…”
The pink smocked girl hung up the phone and told Natalia that her stylist would be present in a moment.
“Just let me say I loved all your stuff, I hope you get back into it, you are soooo awesome,” the receptionist offered.
“Thank you,” Natalia replied a bit shyly.
The conversation, a bit uncomfortable for Natalie, was interrupted when a woman in a black smock introduced herself.
“Hi Natalia, I’m Justina, I will be your stylist today,” the woman said as she offered her hand. “We have everything requested ready to go for you today, follow me, please.”
“Yes, of course Justina,” Natalie said.
Before she uncoupled her hand from her domme’s, Natalie turned, faced Jordan and gave her a very passionate kiss, then took the hand offered to her by her new stylist.
As they left, the receptionist looked up at Jordan, and simply said “Natalia DiSousa is officially here.”
“Thank you dear,” Jordan Archibald said.
The receptionist smiled at the dominant, long time salon customer.
“Check your account in a few minutes,” the confident domme continued as she took out her phone. Jordan smiled as she started the vibrating panties once again. “You have the bottle I want you to use?”
“We do and it is all set with Justina, Miss Archibald,” the receptionist assured.
Justina took Natalia to the dressing area in the salon.
“Here you go, get undressed to your level of comfort and there is a nice robe there for you, come out when you are ready,” Justina answered.
Panties vibrating, Natalia nodded and entered the dressing area and undressed to her underwear and then went for her makeover.
“Right this way,” Justina said, taking her to her private station.
“Sit here, Natalia,” the stylist said, walking over to the cabinet where she took out a bottle and a glass, and poured one drink.
“Have a drink, Natalia,” the stylist offered.
Several hours and one makeover later, Jordan was in reception waiting. A platinum blonde with extensions, long eyelashes and impeccable makeup appeared with glassy eyes.
“Thank you for trusting us Natalia,” Justina said as Natalia took Jordan’s hand.
“Natalia, give your stylist a kiss before we go,” Jordan instructed.
Natalia turned, walked to the pretty stylist and kissed her on the lips. Jordan got the picture, showing Natalia from behind and the silhouette of the woman she was obviously kissing.
Jordan then held out her hand and headed back to the limo. Once in the back, Jordan again unlocked the phone of the now platinum blonde.
“Darling, show Ethan your new look, explain everything they did for you in the salon,” Jordan instructed.
A dazed, glassy eyed Natalia then went into detail on the hair, nails, makeup, and body wrap session she underwent, telling her husband it was all paid for by “my guide, Miss Archbald.” It wasn’t a perfect video, but that was the goal. Train Natalie, send Ethan video and pictures to keep him wondering about what was happening.
Jordan then took Natalia back to the estate, where she gave her the tiny pink bikini and instructed her to put it on. The pair then walked, Natalia leashed, to the trellis for what would now become her daily picture.
Today’s pose was Natalia, from behind, her new platinum hair flowing, arms extended 90 degrees at the shoulder, top of the bikini removed. Jordan took the picture from the mid ass and up, the only clothing the very top of the pink thong, enough to show the shapely backside of the re-emerging social media girl.
Natalia walked topless back inside after the photo was published, never flinched, never moved to cover up, just walked on her leash.
That was how it went, every day a new pose, every day more provocative, and every day a message to Ethan, one designed to make him wonder what exactly was happening. But Ethan had his own concerns, and was rapidly becoming the star of the Interpol art theft and counterfeit division, courtesy of the free leads and setups from Jordan Archibald.
This routine continued, her ‘Mantra in the Morning’, as Jordan called it, tasks in the morning for work in uniform, panties vibrating, a photo shoot in the afternoon at the trellis, a video or video chat to Ethan, dinner, her evening mantra, then, on occasion, allowed to orgasm at the behest of her guide.
Ethan, for his part, was a bit confused by the videos, but the live video chats allowed Natalia to talk him off coming home to see what was happening. He actually loved the platinum hair, and he also was hesitant to leave Japan since he was having success with his Interpol investigations.
“Father, I have the answer to that very specific problem,” Jordan told her father. “I took the liberty of having your assistant set this up on your computer.”
Jordan Archibald, the 82-year old patriarch and namesake of his 30-year old dominant, successful daughter, looked on with a “what the hell is this” look.
“All I see is some silly peroxide blonde with big breasts in a bikini, how the fuck does this solve my problem?” the senior Jordan asked, gruffly.
“This is Natalia, Father,” Jordan told her father. “She is a very, very obedient girl.”
“So that domination crap you do, that’s involved?” the old man asked. “That psychology mumbo jumbo?”
“It is, Father,” the younger, prettier Jordan answered. “It is really no different than dominating in business, find a weakness, exploit it and you get what you want.”
“I see, so how does this solve my problem?” The elder statesman asked.
“First, a demonstration,” the younger Archbald stated. “GIve me three things you want to see this girl do, I will make them happen.”
“Okay, I will play your little game, but my time is valuable,” the old man replied.
“Trust me, it will be worth your while, Father,” the domme said. “Tell me the first thing you want to see. I have her room loaded with cameras, and in her ears are tiny earpieces where she will hear my voice.”
“Naked is a start, Jordan,” the old man said, annoyed and waiting to be impressed.
Jordan the domme flipped a switch on the computer and began talking.
“Natalia, do a very slow, sexy striptease and remove your bikini, darling,” the domme said into the laptop in front of her, as Natalia sat in her room. Four cameras were hung in the room, at the top of each of the four walls. Jordan had the controls to switch camera angles to give viewers a better view.
“This is like the live porn sites, and I have the prettiest cam girl.” Jordan mused to herself.
Natalia was immediately dancing, slowly and sensually as she removed her top, swung it around before dropping it on the floor. She pirouetted, and as she finished, began to squat, her right thumb hooking the thong as she squatted, pulling it to her ankles as she got to the lowest point. She lifted her left foot, slung the thing free, then let go of the thong and she stood and turned to face her starting point.
“What next, Father,” a smiling domme asked.
“Let’s see her play with those big breasts she paid for,” the old man requested.
“Natalia, kneeling position, darling,” the domme instructed.
Natalia dropped to her knees, and began her breast play. Quickly, a vacant, aroused expression covered her face.
“Natalia darling, you may play everywhere,” Jordan said. “Remember to alternate hands darling.”
From her kneeling position, Natalia got into her rhythmic play, alternating hands from breasts to between her legs, putting on a lovely show for the party of the Jordan Archibalds.
“What am I watching, Jordan, you can hire any whore to do this,” the elder Archibald complained.
“Like you have, Father? What would that accomplish exactly?” Jordan retorted. “I am presenting the solution to YOUR problem. Your potentially very costly art problem…”
“A whore? Like your mother?” the old man laughed.
“Touche, Father, you’re just pissed she got the best of you in court. And that she gave me your name,” the daughter argued. “So, tell me what the third thing is you want to see, Father, then I can get to MY point of saving your ass and solving your problem.”
The old man stayed stoic and said nothing.
“Fine, have it your way like always, Daddy Dearest,” Jordan replied. “Natalia, go get your favorite toy darling and edge yourself until I tell you otherwise. And do enjoy it and smile for your audience, you are on display…”
Natalia padded over to the side table, took out a large black phallus then padded back to the center of the room and sat, splayed her legs and inserted the vibrating device. Jordan turned off the listening devices in Natalia’s ears.
“So, Father, this D/s thing, it will save your ass,” the younger Jordan said.
“How is this slut fucking herself on camera solving my problem?” the older man asked.
“Ask her who she is married to when I tell you,” the pretty dominant D/s enthusiast told her father.
In the meantime, Natalia’s earpieces were turned back on, and Jordan checked to ensure the show was fully recorded. The domme stopped the video, took a still photo of Natalia’s face just reaching the edge before backing off using Natalie’s phone, and sent it to Ethan.
“Natalia, darling, in a moment a man will ask you a very important question, you will answer him honestly and quickly won’t you?” Jordan asked, knowing the reply. “For the moment, stop edging so you may speak clearly darling.”
“Oooofffff ccccccourssssse Mmmmmiiiisssss Archbaldddd…” Natalia replied.
“Go ahead father, ask now,” Jordan instructed, once she felt Natalia could answer more clearly.
“Who is your husband, dear?” the elder Archibald asked.
“Ethan Davison is my husband…” Natalia replied.
Jordan ended communication with her father and Natalia, and immediately set two things in motion.
‘Natalia, darling, you may continue to play, you may climax darling, as much as you like until I tell you to stop,” Jordan commanded, and smiled as she watched the earnestness at which Natalia set about her new, favorite task.
“Father, right now your assistant is giving you a file, with all the data and information I have on Inspector Ethan Davison,” the pretty Jordan told her father. “Any questions?”
“So how does this wife of this Inspector solve my problem?” the elder Archibald asked.
“Control the wife, control the husband, Father,” the daughter said simply. “Read the file, it will becom crystal clear after you read everything.”
“I will do that… and this better work out,” the older Archibald said with an edge.
“Of course Father, speak soon,” Jordan said as she ended all communication with her father, but not the live feed of Natalia.
The domme smiled as she watched Natalia move with gusto to climax as many times as she could, since she finally had permission.
“One more climax, darling, then get your uniform on and back to the office,” the domme instructed.
One orgasm later, a tired, spent and obedient Natalie Davison donned her uniform and headed to the office to get back to her menial tasks for her guide.
The latest sent photo had Ethan Davison worried enough to call his new clientele and tell them he needed to get back home for a few days to meet with his wife on urgent matters, never disclosing he was wondering what was exactly going on with his wife, and Jordan. He informed his clients he would still be actively pursuing items, but remotely until solid leads developed. The interpol administrator he reported to told him to take 30 days, he had earned the time from his involvement in the arrest of two red notice felons, both fraudulent art dealers who scammed hundreds of millions of dollars over their careers.
Jordan knew about the clients, and also about the leave from Interpol through hacked communications.
On his way to the airport, he texted Natalia, telling her he was “coming back home to see what was going on” with her and Miss Archibald.
Jordan Archibald got the text, on Natalie’s phone, and smiled, thinking “finally, all those provocative messages, videos and facetime calls, and now he’s ready to see what’s going on….”
Jordan knew the itinerary of Ethan, as she had Natalie’s phone and would have her unlock it so she could reply. Now, she needed to get Natalia up to speed for her husband’s visit, so she took the submissive to the room where she was staying while alone, leashed and in uniform.
“Natalia, darling, Ethan is coming to visit,” Jordan said. “We have some work to do.”
“Yes Miss Archibald,” Natalia replied dutifully in her uniform, collar and leash firmly around her neck.
“Watch the watch, darling,” Jordan said, holding the watch just above eye level, captivating the pretty wide and social media figure once more.
SNAP
Natalia again went deep into hypnosis at the hands of her guide.
“So Natalia, focus on what I am telling you darling….”
Ethan arrived at the estate at mid evening and was immediately greeted by his wife, who affectionately greeted her husband and took him by the hand up to the room they had shared before he left, she took his carry on bag and looped it over her shoulder as he took his rolling suitcase.
“Wow Nat, you look so different, those pictures didn’t do you justice,” Ethan said. “Your hair, it’s so blonde.”
“It’s totally me, though, I love it, Ethan,” Natalie said as they entered the room.
“So what exactly is going on here, Nat, this is not like you at all,” Ethan began. “The hair, makeup, agreeing to a uniform… it isn’t you…”
“Ethan, this is me,” Natalie said, upping her level of affection.
“What has gotten into you, Natalie?” Ethan asked as his wife practically attacked him with affection.
“YOU are about to in a few minutes,” the wife responded, beginning a sexy seduction of her husband, beginning with removing her uniform, which when she removed it stunned Ethan as she wore no bra or panty.
Noticing the look from Ethan at the lack of undergarments, Natalie responded with “I knew you were coming, so I didn’t bother…”
Ethan, under a sexy assault, just nodded and let things continue. Three orgasms later, Ethan was passed out from the efforts his sexy wife had put him through. Between rounds two and three, Natalie got Ethan a bottle of water, which contained a mild sedative in it to ensure he would remain asleep.
Natalie picked up the house phone in the room and made a call.
“Ethan is passed out, Miss Archibald,” Natalie told her guide.
“Outstanding, darling, unlock the door and wait for me,” Jordan instructed.
The domme brought Britt with her, and soon was in the room, Britt pushing a wheelchair.
“Wonderful work, darling,” Jordan said with a chuckle. “How many times did he finish, Natalie?”
“Three, Miss Archibald,” Natalie said as she looked up at the watch in front of her.
“Impressive, good going. Watch the watch darling,” Jordan said.
SNAP
“Natalia, help Britt put him in the wheelchair, darling,” the domme commanded of her two submissives.
Britt put her hands between the naked husband’s shoulder and arms and lifted, as Natalia took his feet, and in tandem placed the passed out husband in the chair.
“Outstanding, girls.” Jordan praised. “Put your collar and leash on darling.”
Natalia placed the collar on herself, and stood for more instructions. Jordan got behind the wheelchair and began to push it into the hallway.
“Britt, please take Natalia’s leash and follow,” Jordan ordered.
Silently, Britt grabbed the leash and tugged it as the pair followed Jordan down the hall, into the room which held the watch and metronome display and where Natalie stayed when she was alone on the grounds.
Jordan set the chair in the room in front of the watch display, and instructed Britt to hand her the leash and get the second chair from across the room and place it next to the wheelchair. The domme then set up a camera on a tripod to record the next events.
“Britt, start the video my dear,” Jordan ordered.
Britt, dressed in her uniform, sauntered over to the tripod, and began the video on the camera, which was aimed at Ethan, sitting naked in the chair, passed out.
Once the video began, Jordan told Natalia what to do.
“Darling, please take the handcuffs from the side table and attach each of them to Ethan’s wrists,” Jordan commanded.
The naked wife dutifully replied “yes Miss Archibald,” and took the 2 sets of cuffs and attached one to the right wrist, and one to the left wrist of her husband then stood and waited.
“Excellent, darling,” Jordan said clearly while off camera. “Now take the other end and attach them to the chair, Natalia.”
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” the submissive naked wife responded, attaching the cuffs to the arm of the chair.
“Keys,” the domme demanded, holding out her hand expectantly.
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” Natalia replied, handing the handcuff keys to her guide.
“Place these restraints around Ethan’s legs. One on each leg, darling,” Jordan instructed. “This one around his midsection, darling, tight and around the chair.”
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” the submissive replied, as she watched as Natalie was finishing the restraining of her husband to the chair.
“Sit next to Ethan, darling,” the domme instructed, watching as her submissive sat next to her husband.
“No matter what happens, you are glued to that chair until I say the word ‘unglued’. No matter what happens, you will stay in that chair until I say that word, do you understand?” the domme asked.
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” the sexy, naked wife answered.
“You have done very well being guided, Natalia, that deserves a reward,” Jordan said.
“Britt, please bring the bottle to Natalie,” Jordan commanded, requiring her first sub Britt to bring the sedative laced bottle Ethan drank from forward. “Natalie, darling, take a nice long drink from the bottle, Britt, hold the bottle for her.”
Natalie drank from the same bottle that contained the sedative that knocked Ethan out earlier.
“You are going to get very tired very soon, darling,” Jordan told her submissive. “You have done very well and good girls deserve reward. When you awaken after your little sedative induced nap, you will awaken as Natalie, the loving devoted wife you were when you arrived here, do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” Natalie responded.
“But first, your reward darling,” Jordan said as she spread Natalie’s legs in the chair she was sitting in. “Remember darling, you are glued to the chair. But as your reward, Britt here will pleasure you until you fall to sleep.”
Jordan smiled and pointed to the floor between Natalie’s feet.
“Britt, kneel here my dear,” Jordan commanded. “Britt, put the talented tongue to its best use on Natalie until she falls to sleep.”
The red headed slave nodded, looked up an Natalie and smiled, then began her work with her tongue.
“Natalia, remember how wonderful it is to be guided, remember how good girls get rewarded,” Jordan said. “Think about how wonderful it is for both of these things as Britt works with you darling.”
Natalie said nothing, just sat and let the pleasure build, glued to the chair.
“Natalie, darling, awake at three,” Jordan said with a smile.
“One.”
When you awake, enjoy the pleasure and the reward of being a good, guided girl, darling.”
“Two.”
“Let the pleasure build as you are glued to the chair, darling.”
“Three.”
Natalie awoke from trance and felt the immediate effects of the tongue of Britt doing its work.
Jordan smiled as she watched, as Natalie never opened her eyes, but made unmistakable sounds of arousal and excitement. The domme laughed as the pretty now platinum blonde’s head started to nod from the sedative she drank. Britt carried on like a trooper until the pretty wife succumbed to the sedative, the one that claimed her husband.
“Throw a blanket on her, Britt, we don’t want him to see her without cuffs,” Jordan smiled. “Sit behind them, don’t let them see you, come get me when one of them awakens.”
The red head nodded, maintaining her silence as commanded by her domme. She sat in a small chair, waited and smiled.
Hours later, Ethan began to shake his head awake, feint sunlight shining in the early morning hour. Britt immediately left, and upon hearing the door closing, Ethan wondered who was behind him. Turning his head, but seeing nothing, Ethan began to call to his wife.
“Nat, Nat NAT! Wake up!” Ethan repeated over and over, to no avail, struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists to the chair, and the wraps around his legs and midsection holding him fast to the chair. Naked.
“Shit…” Ethan said, his wife still out cold, realizing he was cuffed and restrained to a wheelchair, naked, hearing the creak of the door.
“Who’s here?” Ethan shouted loudly, demanding to know. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Oh, Ethan, calm yourself dear, we have a lot to discuss,” said a calm, even toned voice he had heard before.
“Jordan Archibald….” Ethan said. “What the fuck is going on….. I will ruin you…”
“Calm down, Inspector,” Jordan said, surprising the naked captive.
“What…..” Ethan said, his cover obviously blown.
“In due time, Inspector,” Jordan said. “Let’s wake up sleeping beauty, shall we? Oh and by we I mean me, you be a good boy and stay right there.”
Jordan took out a smelling salt and broke it under the nose of the sleeping Natalie.
“Welcome back, Natalie,” Jordan said, cupping the chin of the pretty wife, laughing. “I take it you slept well?”
“What… Miss Archibald….” the blonde stammered out.
“Don’t worry that pretty little head about a thing,” the domme said. “But for now, Natalie’s back in charge.”
Natalie drew a deep breath in, and opened her eyes wide, saying “Oh my god… what have I done…”
“That’s enough for now, darling,” Jordan said. “Let’s talk about secrets, shall we?”
“What the fuck are you talking about….. Why are we handcuffed to the chair? Let us go NOW!” Ethan said mustering all the bravado he could, in his current condition.
“We will get to that, Ethan, but first let’s talk about the secrets that we keep,” Jordan said. “I will even start. I am a hypnosis expert and a skilled dominant.”
The pair looked at her, eyes wide, speechless.
“Now for the rwo of you. Natalie here, before marrying you, Ethan, was one of the most sought after social media stars out there,” Jordan began. “Natalia DiSousa, to be exact. If you look around the room, you see some of your wife’s early work.”
Jordan flipped the lights on, and all of the pictures of Natalie as Natalia in the room came to focus.
“DId you have any idea, Ethan?” Jordan asked, “Any idea who you married, any idea she gave all that up for you?”
“No… It doesn’t matter, I love my wife and she loves me…no matter what,” Ethan explained.
“Natalie, darling, tell him why you gave it up,” Jordan asked.
“Because I was afraid,” Natalie explained. “I was doing things I had never done, I was afraid of the lifestyle, and I was doing this alone. I looked for an excuse to stop, to get out…”
“Uh oh, Ethan, you were an excuse!” Jordan laughed out loud. “Thanks for sharing, Natalie.”
Natalie put her head down, and looked at nobody, “Nooo it isn’t like that!”
“Don’t worry, Natalie, Ethan has his own secret,” Jordan said, as she moved closer to Natalie.
“It’s a big one,” she said, whispering in Natalie’s ear.
“Ethan is an Inspector with Interpol,” Jordan said. “He has been undercover for what, 8 years now Ethan? I wonder how much of what he told you is true, Natalie…lots of secrets…”
Ethan continued his struggle against his handcuffs, while Natalie sat confused, glued to her seat.
“I don’t know about you, all these secrets are tiring, they are so hard to keep after awhile,” Jordan said. “But we don’t need to worry about that any longer.”
“We don’t care about any secrets, we just want to be left alone, we just want to get back to our lives…” Ethan reasoned. “Right Nat?”
Natalie never responded, just stared straight down at the floor, confused, tearing up.
“NAT!” Ethan yelled. “COME ON!”
Natalie said nothing.
“Well, I think airing all the secrets has been transformative,” Jordan continued. “But let’s get to the point. Would you like a demonstration, Ethan?”
“I just want us to get the fuck out of here….” Ethan seethed, naked, cuffed and angry.
“Well, I know you have some time off from Interpol, Inspector,” Jordan informed, pulling the blanket from atop of Natalie, who was not cuffed to the chair. “So that gives me plenty of time. And of course, opportunity. Don’t get unglued, Inspector.”
Natalie, upon hearing the trigger, was free from the chair. As she mentioned the word, Jordan pulled the blanket off of the wife, and Ethan also saw his wife was as naked as he was.
“Run, Nat! Go get help! NOW!” Ethan shouted to his wife, who got up, stood and looked confused, as Jordan moved right in front of her.
“Natalie, please hand me your wedding ring,” Jordan asked.
With Ethan shouting for Nat to run, the well conditioned wife simply stopped, took off the ring from her left hand, and handed it to her guide.
“Good girl, Natalia,” Jordan said. “Watch the watch, darling.”
Jordan held up the watch, and Natalia focused right on it like a laser.
“You see, Ethan, she has been well conditioned while you were away.” Jordan said.
SNAP
“Natalia, you will hear only my voice until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?” Jordan said.
“Yes, Miss Archibald,” the submissive responded.
“Silence, now, darling,” Jordan instructed. “Kneeling position, face Ethan.”
Natalia immediately dropped to her knees, faced her husband and began her rhythmic play with her breasts and between her legs.
“So you see Ethan, she is very well conditioned, and was very interested in being pushed in this direction,” Jordan said. “Your wife lived a very repressed life. Natalia, however, is always on display, enjoys being guided, is always wanting to please, and always enjoys her rewards.”
“What the fuck have you done to her….” Ethan seethed as he frantically tried to escape.
“Oh, Ethan, settle yourself, enjoy the show,” Jordan teased. “To be fair, nothing she didn’t want to do, I told you she was repressed…”
“Fuck you, bitch…” Ethan continued his ranting. “When I get out of here I will kill you…”
“That’s a bit over the top, don’t you think?” Jordan said calmly, walking over to her captive and pointing to his enlarging manhood. “But enough. Enjoying watching that pretty wife play?”
Jordan took her nail and ran it along the rising member of the husband who was watching his wife debase herself, kneeling on the floor, hands working overtime on her breasts and between her legs.
“Natalia, stand for me darling,” the domme instructed.
Natalia rose and faced Jordan, who was standing next to the seated Ethan. The domme reached out and put her hands between the legs of her submissive, who simply stood, eyes lidded from pleasure.
“See how much she loves this?” Jordan said as she took her wet fingers and waved them in front of the face of the husband. “Care to lick? No?”
Jordan laughed as she pulled her hand away from Ethan’s who pulled back and gimaced, instead moving them in front of Natalie.
“Suck, darling,” Jordan ordered, and soon the wet fingers were in the mouth of the blonde submissive. “Very good darling. Natalia, when I snap my fingers, you will again sit and be glued to the chair, the only thing you may move is your right hand as you continue to play with yourself. You will wake up as Natalie, the wife who was here when you first arrived.”
Natalia nodded.
SNAP
The lithe blonde sat, legs spread in the chair, her right hand continuing its play.
“You are doing well, darling,” Jordan cooed in the wife’s ear from behind. “Let’s take a deeper look at my secret now, shall we?”
Jordan picked up a remote control for a television situated on the wall between the metronome and pocket watch displays. As it roared to life, the domme turned off the volume and narrated it herself.
“Here’s your wife at her favorite display, the pocket watch. She’s deep in hypnosis, repeating her mantra that she says each time she sits there. Every morning, first thing. And you know what Ethan? She loves it,” the domme says.
“What the fuck… you’re sick…. My team will find me….” Ethan said, trying to feign confidence.
“Oh Ethan, I know you have been given time off, vacation as it were, and you don’t need to contact your handler for a few weeks,” Jordan said.
Ethan’s shoulders slumped.
“Here is your wife at the metronome, repeating her daily mantra when she sits here every evening, look how focused she is on her task,” Jordan commented.
As she watched the screen, Natalie began rubbing and moving her hand more furiously. Ethan bristled as he watched her ministrations increase as she watched.
“It seems your wife quite loves seeing herself on the screen this way,” Jordan chuckled.
“And now, the finale,” Jordan stated. “Here is your wife giving you a bottle of water with a sedative in it. I believe this was between rounds two and three if I recall what she said correctly.”
Jordan stood behind Ethan, hands on his shoulders before moving her right hand to fast forward to the next part she wanted him to see.
“And here we have your deeply hypnotized wife cuffing you to the chair you now sit in,” Jordan began. “And restraining your legs and body to the chair here.”
Ethan was wriggling in his chair.
“Oh, Ethan, I think you like this,” Jordan said, as she reached down and gently tugged his growing, almost full staff member.
“Natalie, stop rubbing yourself for a minute please,” Jordan began. “I want your full attention.”
Natalie stopped, put her hand on the arm of the chair and looked up at her domme.
“You have a decision to make, Natalie,” Jordan began. “I know how much you love being on display, and you can continue with this darling. But the cost is Ethan must serve too.”
“Stop! Don’t listen to her Nat! Fight this!...” Ethan screamed.
“It’s simple, darling, and I promise he will love serving and being on display for me as much as you do,” the domme said as she stroked the cheek of the submissive wife.
Jordan rolled over a cart to the right of Ethan.
“Darling, all you have to do is what I taught you to do under hypnosis, use the instruments on the cart as I taught you, and you will remember how,” the domme said. “And you both can serve happily ever after, displayed and rewarded…”
Natalie looked up, eyes wide, and never said a word.
“Unglued,” Jordan said.
SNAP
Natalie rose from her chair, walked over to the cart.
Ethan was talking a mile a minute in protest. Loudly. Hoping to persuade his wife to stop.
Natalie picked up the rubber hose and placed it around the right forearm of her husband. She then picked up a vial of clear liquid and the syringe on the cart, and carefully filled the syringe with the vial.
“Nooo Nat… Please….” Ethan screamed as Jordan looked on, smiling. “You can stop now!”
The wife flicked the syringe, ensuring no air was inside, then found the vein and emptied the contents into her husband.
“I love you Natalie…” Ethan said as she plunged the needle in his arm.
Job done, the platinum blonde, a single tear in her eye, replied “I am Natalia…”