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The Perfect Wife - 1/1
by Ninja


It was the spring of my senior year in college and
my father let me know in no uncertain terms, I
needed to come home with a diploma and a fiance.
I would then start the process of running the
family interests and that job required the perfect
wife on my arm.

I had no shortage of girlfriends, I was extremely
rich, good looking, popular, athletic. I had it
all. I still do have it all. Life is very good to
some of us - and there is no reason not to take
advantage of the lucky cards we get.

I thought of all the girls I dated and decided
that Susan was my best bet. She was pretty and
reasonably intelligent. More importantly, she
seemed to have no strong will of her own. She had
never disagreed with me and rarely even ventured
an opinion. She would go out with me anytime I
asked her to - dropping anything.

She had had a strict upbringing and a very
dominating father who had spanked her whenever she
got out of line. Those same parents had made it
clear that her job in school was to find a
husband, a rich husband. She desperately wanted it
too - a rich husband was her escape for a
pointless life like that of her mother.

She enjoys what I give her. We have had weekend
trips where she is treated like a princess. Flying
into Aspen in a private jet, taking a limousine
everywhere, she loved being pampered by everyone
around her.

And at the same time, when we would go on those
trips she would pretend to not notice when I would
hit up a pretty waitress and then disappear for a
half hour with her. She accepted the trade-off of
my screwing other women on our trips in return for
the rich life.



So I invite her to dinner. Or rather, I tell her.
I have delivered to her sorority a package with
what I want her to wear tonight. There is a note
telling her to wear what is in the box and to be
ready at 7:30. No asking, just telling her what to
do. I know she'll do it.

First in the package is a note giving her a 2 hour
appointment at a salon that caters to the very
rich. In there they wax her - not just her legs,
but her pussy hair too. I have heard that it is
very painful but I am sure she accepts it.

They then do her makeup and hair, never asking her
what she wants. And she never gives any directions
since she is never asked. Her hair is fancy but
wild. Her makeup is also classy but very seductive
and heavy. It is hard to see her face under all
the makeup.

She goes back to her sorority and dresses. First
is the corset. It is so tight that she needs to
have her roommate help her fasten it. Once it's on
she can hardly breathe. Then comes the stockings
and heels. The heels are so high that she can't
stand without holding on to something. She takes
them back off.

There is no bra or underwear. She's used to being
without that around me. In fact, it's an almost
constant rule. One time I made her dress in a
short skirt and no underwear on a windy spring day
and had her carry all of her books to classes that
day. With all the books she could not hold her
skirt down everywhere and she ended up flashing
people across campus.

Next comes the dress. An elegant black full-length
number, it buttons up the front so she slips it on
and starts to button it. The corset makes it hard
to bend a little and the dress is skin tight, so
again she needs to have her roommate help her
dress. Her roommate starts to button the dress.

When it gets near her breasts, the dress won't
close all the way, it is too small. Her roommate
skips that and continues down. The same thing
happens when it gets to her hips. Her roommate
skips that and continues down. As the roommate
buttons it to the bottom, she realizes that there
is almost no extra room, Susan will have to take
very tiny steps.

Susan's roommate tries again to close the dress at
her breasts and in front of her pussy. But the
dress is just too small. The gap at her breasts
runs from the top to the bottom of her cleavage,
opening at the middle until it almost shows her
tits.

Even worse is her pussy. It's a smaller gap. But
from the right angle, if the light shines in,
there's her bare pussy on full display. The shadow
inside the dress is the only thing providing some
protection for Susan's modesty.

Susan's roommate tries to talk her out of wearing
this dress, or of putting an overcoat on. But
Susan cannot be dissuaded. This is what I want her
to wear and so she will wear it.

Next come the gloves, which are thin lace-like
material and go up almost to her shoulders. At the
wrist there are little buckles which, when
fastened make it impossible to take them off.

While the gloves look normal, the fingers are sewn
together and the thumb tip is sewed to the finger
tip. So Susan has almost no use of her hands - but
only she realizes it, not one else can tell.

She then puts on the final item in the box, a
beautiful diamond choker. It fits very tight
around her neck making it even harder to breathe.
The corset is forcing shallow breathes and the
choker now restricts how much air can be breathed
in in each breath.

In addition, even though the choker is not large,
it is so tight it forces Susan to keep her head
up. She puts her shoes back on and totters in them
while holding on to the wall. Her roommate buckles
the shoes. Susan cannot bend over so she is now in
these shoes until someone else takes them off.

Susan totters out to the lobby on her roommates
arm. One boy is waiting in the lobby for his date
and he just stares unable to move. Here comes this
gorgeous woman, dressed in this elegant evening
gown, her breasts almost completely exposed, a
hint of her pussy in the other opening in the
dress, with the most elegant made up face and
hair.

And it was clear that she was barely able to move.
With the gloves fastened on her hands and the
fingers sewn shut, she could not remove any of her
clothes. The corset and dress made it very hard
for her to move or even breathe. And forget
bending.

The shoes made it almost impossible to walk. But
if she fell over, she could never get up without
help.



I showed up about 10 minutes late - on purpose. By
this time a ton of guys had "come over" for
various reasons, so they could see Susan standing
there. A few talked to her, as did a few of her
sorority sisters. But talking was hard for her
because she could barely breathe.

So she mostly stood there and they stared at her.
And she knew they were staring at her. She knew
what they were thinking of her. And she simply
accepted this.

I show up apologizing for being late and give her
a hug and a kiss. I can see some of the girls want
to point out that this is not acceptable, that I
cannot treat Susan this way. But I look at them
and I can see them think about how much money I
have, how much power, how their future could be
affected by me. And no one says anything.

I look at Susan and through the makeup I can see
it in her eyes. She is suffering. By tomorrow
morning everyone at school will hear the stories
and they will all know - she will do anything I
ask. Anything. And she does not want people to
think this - to know this. I can see the plea in
her eyes, to please rescue her from this.

I lean over to give her another kiss by her ear
and whisper to her "Susan darling, please put your
wrists together behind your back."

I can see her look up at me questioning with her
eyes. I stare back at her coldly. The questioning
turns to worry and her arms slowly move back
behind her. Her back is to the wall so all anyone
really sees is her shoulders go back and her
breasts push out.

I reach behind her with one hand and fumbling with
the strap on the wrist of each glove, I get the
small hook tied into each strap and hook her
wrists together. To anyone looking at her, it
looks like she is just holding her hands behind
her back. But they're hooked together - and Susan
cannot undo them.

I look at her face again and I see the beginning
of fear. "Don't worry Susan darling, I will take
care of you" I whisper softly. "You are doing
exactly what I want and I love you for it." She
smiles nervously at me.

"Let's go darling" I say and lead her out holding
her arm since she can no longer steady herself and
without my hold, she would fall over in the 5"
heels. I walk out knowing that a lot of the guys
in there will be thinking of her when fucking
their girlfriends tonight. Good.

We get to the lomosuine and I pick her up and help
her slide in. She cannot bend enough to sit up
because of the dress, but I have a seat set to lie
back. I place her in it and then belt her in with
a belt across her lap and another across her
chest. She is now immobolized in the car.

I start stroking her breasts and then reach in and
finger her pussy. "Susan, I love the fact that
you'll do anything for me" I tell her. She looks
up at me wondering what's coming next. "All of my
other girlfriends have limits, things they won't
do - but not you."

I can feel her start to respond to my fingering
her clit. I undo a couple of buttons by her boobs
so I can reach in under the dress and squeeze her
boob. For some reason that really turns her on.

"Everyone in the sorority could see that you were
tied up for me. Everyone could see your boobs
almost falling out of your dress. Everyone could
get peeks of your cunt. And everyone knew that you
did this just because I expected it."

I can see it in her eyes. This hurts, that she is
letting me do anything I want to her. "What, what
do you want" she whispers to me.

I smile at her and keep frigging her clit.

"Steve, please tell me what you want" she begs.

"I want you to cum, cum for me like a little slut"
I tell her.

She looks hurt. She starts to open her mouth but
the says nothing. I can feel her starting to push
back against my fingers rubbing her clit.

I lean over and kiss her all over her face. Her
lips, her eyes, her nose, her neck. I snake my
tongue down her throat.

She is really starting to get hot. And with the
corset and choker she is having trouble breathing
faster. "Steve, please, I can't breathe. Help me,
I can't breathe." She is starting to look scared.

I keep rubbing her clit and pussy. And with my
other hand I squeeze her boobs even stronger,
which gets her going even more. I can see she is
about to cum.

"You are such a little whore" I tell her. "You'll
do anything for me. You showed everyone your tits
and cunt tonight. Only a whore does that." I can
see the hurt in her eyes.

"I only did what you wanted me to do" she
whimpered.

"Yes you did, you only showed yourself to be a
whore because I wanted you to. And they all know
why you did it. That's why they all know you're a
whore."

I can see the tears start down her cheeks.

"With this outfit you were basically tied up on
display for everyone in your sorority to see. And
you did it to yourself. Everyone knows you are a
slut who will do anything. They might start
offering you money for dates."

"Steve please" she begs and starts crying, bawling
almost. I can see her try to move, she wants to
bury her face in her hands, in the chair,
anywhere. But she is so constricted that she can't
move at all.

I keep frigging her and I can feel her start to
cum. "Cum my little whore, my little slut. Cum and
think of everyone watching you this evening. Cum
thinking of how you showed off your bare cunt to
everyone. Cum thinking about how I have you
totally restrained."

Susan shook and cried great sobs between her
desperate breaths for air. "Steve, please, please,
NO, NO, NO, NO, oh my god NOOOOO" she cried. "Help
me Steve, please help me."

I stopped rubbing her and started stroking her
hair. "Calm down Susan, calm down. It's ok, I'm
right here, I'll take care of you."

She looks at me with a wild look on her face. Her
makeup is streaked from the tears. She is sweating
all over. And her chest is heaving as she tries to
breath great gulps but is limited to shallow
breaths.

"Tell me you're my slut" I whisper to her as I
stroke her hair. "Tell me you're my little whore."

She looks at me, afraid, but she won't open her
mouth.

"Tell me" I insist. "Tell me now or we'll do it
again" and I slide one hand down to her cunt.

"I'm your slut" she whispers.

"And my little whore" I prompt her.

"And your little whore" she whispers.

At that point the car stopped. "Time to go to
dinner" I tell her smiling.

Susan looks panic-stricken. "Dinner?"

"Yes slut, I promised you dinner. At a small very
expensive private club."

I can see her struggling as the door opens. I pick
her up and hand her out to the valet who lifts her
up and stands her upright. I take her arm and we
walk in to an incredibly opulant interior.

"This is a club for the very very rich" I whisper
to her. "So do not embarrass me."

A woman walks up in an elegant evening gown. Her
large breasts are almost falling out of the top
and the bottom is slit up to her waist and a lot
of her leg shows when she walks. "This way Mr.
Miller" she says.

We walk over to a table that is far from any other
and partially hidden from the rest of the room. I
sit down in one chair. Susan is standing in front
of the other unable to sit down.

"Miss" I say to the hostess, "my date's dress is
too tight to sit down in. Can you please unbutton
it enough that she can sit?"

The hostess kneels in front of Susan and unbuttons
it enough that about two feet of the dress is
open. It gapes wide putting Susan's cunt on clear
display for anyone who is looking, and the hostess
is. She stays kneeling staring at Susan's cute
bare cunt.

Susan is clearly mortified, standing there with
her cunt on clear display and the big titted
hostess kneeling in front of her staring at her
pussy. "Steve, I." she starts to say.

"Miss" I say startling the hostess. "Please help
Susan sit down. She cannot do it on her own
because her hands are tied behind herback."

Susan turns bright red at this remark. "Steve,
please, I., please."

"Susan, please say thank you to Miss, I'm sorry,
what is your name?"

"My name is Kelli Mr. Miller sir" she replies as
she helps Susan sit.

"Susan, please tell Kelli thank you."

Susan looks at Kelli and says "thank you Kelli."

I see Susan about to speak and say "shhh, don't
speak. I want you to be quiet for a bit." I can
see her start to talk, and then decide to be
quiet.

The waiter shows up. "May I get you something?"

"Yes, I'll take a beer" I reply. "And the slut
will have a pina colada."

Susan starts as she realizes I called her a slut,
described her as a slut, to the waiter.

"Very good sir."

"Oh, and the lady has her hands tied behind her
back and cannot serve herself. Could you please
send out two waitresses to help her?"

"Of course sir."

I look over at Susan and see tears slowly making
their way down her cheeks. "Why are you saying
this" she asks.

"After standing in your sorority lobby, how you
came in the car, sitting here with your cunt on
display and your boobs almost fully displayed,
you're asking me why I call you a slut? Anyone
looking at you can see you're a slut. A high class
elegant woman who can be anything and chooses to
be a cheap whore."

I say all this in a low voice to her and I can see
her looking at where she is, the rich world she
wants, and yet all of this is hitting her as true
- that she is a slut. And that everyone knows it.

"Steve. Steve, I just want, well I." she stammers
through her tears.

"Shuuh little Susan slut" I whisper. "What you
want isn't important. What should matter to you is
what I want. Is what I want important to you?"

She looks at me, almost in shock.

"Answer me Susan - is what I want important to
you?"

"Yes Steve, yes - you know it is" she answers
intently. "All I am trying to do is make you
happy. But I don't want to."

I hold up my hand to quiet her. At this time two
waitresses show up with our drinks. Both are
dressed as french maids with the ruffled skirts so
short that your can see their panties - which are
pretty brief and almost transparent lace. At the
top their breasts are almost spilling out of the
aprons.

One waitress sits next to Susan and holds the
drink ready for her to sip when she wants it. The
other hands me my drink and I pull her down and
give her a big deep throated kiss. "What's your
name honey" I ask her. Susan is staring at me
unbeliving.

"It's Mandy sir."

"Mandy, I'd like you to sit here next to me. My
date can't move much so I need for you to take
over some of her duties. Can you do that?"

"Yes sir" she says and pulls a chair over so she
is sitting right next to me.

I can see Susan's face. This has all been too much
for her. She is about to explode. For the first
time in her life she is going to tell me no. I can
see her working up the courage. This is it, she
will assert that she is her own person, that she
has limits.

"Susan" I say. "I want to marry you."

I see a look of complete shock appear on her face.
She is having trouble breathing again.

"Mandy, what's your friends name" I ask nodding at
the waitress perched next to Susan.

"That's Candy" Mandy giggles.

"Candy, since I'm over here, you have to do part
of my job as Susan's date - can you do that for
me" I ask her.

"Yes sir" she replies with a puzzled tone.

"Ok, please hold her and stroke her hair and
whisper that you love her and that you want to
marry her" I tell her.

Candy gives me a startled look but then I can see
her gulp and turn to Susan. She holds Susan
lovingly against her chest with Susan's head
cuddled against her enormous boobs. She strokes
Susan's hair with her other hand and looks again
at me.

"Tell her" I insist. "And speak as though you're
me."

I hear her whisper to Susan. "I love you, I love
you Susan. Will you marry me? I want to marry
you."

Susan gets a trapped look on her face. "Steven,
please" she pleads.

"I'd rather you come sit by me Susan" I tell her.
"Will you come sit here so I can tell you?"

I see her struggle but the dress and Candy holding
her, she just can't move. "Steven, I can't. I'm
trying but I can't. Please please don't do this"
she begs me.

I turn to Mandy. I have one hand around her back
caressing the side of her boob. With the other I
stroke her cheek. I kiss her on the mouth and move
my other hand directly over her boob and squeeze
it through the thin apron.

I turn back to look at Susan who looks almost
sick. "I'm pretending that Mandy is you. You need
to pretend that Candy is me. For a question this
important, we should be right next to each other,
holding each other, kissing each other."

"I want to be next to you Steven" Susan begs.
"Please let me sit next to you and we can hold
each other."

"But we can't - you can't. You're stuck over
there. And even if you were over here, your arms
are tied behind your back" I tell her.

"But Steven." she starts to whine.

"Stop the whining NOW" I tell her. "I will not
abide whining." Susan looks frightened. "Listen to
Candy - and answer her please." I look at Candy,
"Candy, please talk to her, make this as special
as you can because this is one of the most
important times in a girls life."

Candy turns to Susan. "Darling Susan, I love you
so much. Will you please marry me. I want to marry
you." Candy strokes Susan's cheek and then leans
down and gives her a light kiss on the lips.

Susan shudders at the kiss. She then whispers
quietly to me "why?"

I look at Candy sharply.

Candy takes Susan's face in her hands and makes
Susan look at her. "You need to ask me. Not him,
me" she insists.

Susan looks at Candy fearfully. "why" she
whispers.

"Because it's time for me to get married and I
think you would make the perfect wife" I say.

"Because it's time for me to get married and I
think you would make the perfect wife" Candy tells
Susan.

"Do you love me" Susan asks Candy.

"Yes I love you" Candy replies and she gives Susan
a gigantic french kiss. I can see Susan struggling
under Candy trying to get away, but unable to do
so. Finally they come up for air and Susan looks
panicked.

I nod at Candy.

"Will you marry me" Candy asks again.

"The world is yours if you do" I comment. "You
will have wealth beyond imagination. All of this
and more."

Susan looks at me and says "yes Steven, I'll marry
you."

I look at Candy sternly.

Candy pulls Susan's face around. "Tell me, will
you marry me."

"Steven" Susan says while trying to turn her face.

"I love you" Candy continues. "I want to marry
you. Tell me, you have to tell me."

"Yes, I'll marry you" Susan whispers weakly to
Candy as tears roll down her cheeks.



I turn to Mandy. "Now remember, you're Susan on a
date with me. What do you think you should be
doing?"

"I don't know. Something slutty I would guess
looking at how she is dressed" Mandy replies.

"Well Mandy, you're clearly a slut so you should
know what to do" I tell her.

"Sir, I may be a slut, but I'm not as big a slut
as her. I fuck anyone who wants me. I lick
pussies. Candy and I 69 every night. But I would
never go out without panties on. I would never
display my boobs like that. I'm not that big of a
whore."

I can see Mandy's words hit Susan like punches.
Here are these two obvious whores, available to
anyone, and they are better than her.

"I know you're not as big a slut as Susan. But try
to tonight since my slut is sitting over there
away from me. Try to figure out what a slut like
her would do."

"Well first of all" Mandy says, "I would take off
my panties." "But can I please keep them on, I
just can't be that scuzzy of a whore. Not here in
public where everyone would know."

"Ok Mandy, keep your panties on. I don't want you
doing anything that slutty."

Mandy smiles and moves one hand over to my crotch.
"Well, I'm sure that she gives you hand jobs under
the table at restaurants. Lets start with that."
Mandy then pulls down my zipper, pulls my cock
out, and starts jacking it off.

I look over at Susan. She looks scared. Scared at
what she has agreed to. And scared of Candy who is
sitting next to her snuggling up against her and
running her hands over her body. Susan jumps a
little every time Candy's hands go over her
breasts or clit.

"Susan darling, I am so glad you said yes" I tell
her. I see relief pour onto her face. "However,
there are a couple of conditions you have to agree
to."

Susan looks worried but nods yes to me.

"Here is what I insist on in a wife. I hope you
won't disappoint me."

  1.   You will obey me. I am the lord and master of
     my household and you will always accept my
     commands.
     
2.   I control your body. You will fuck anyone I
tell you to fuck. You will not fuck anyone else.
3.   I will fuck whoever I please. You will help
me seduce women when I ask for your assistance.
4.   You will always wear skirts or dresses. You
will never wear shorts or pants.
5.   The clothes you wear in many cases will be as
brief and provacative as possible.
6.   Your makeup and hair will ususally be
designed to appear as slutty as possible.
7.   When you sit, stand, bend over - you will
always try to do so to display as much of your
breasts and pussy as follows.
8.   Your bathing suits will be as brief as
possible and will have a hole cut where your pussy
is so your pussy is still available.
9.   You will never wear panties or a bra again.
10.  You will fuck anywhere I say anyway I say. At
times this will be in front of many people.
11.  You will always wear heels of at least 5".
12.  All body hair below the neck will be
permanently removed.
13.  You will agree in advance to any plastic
surgery I wish. You will not know what is done
until you wake up. I will tell you that you will
end up with boobs bigger than Mandy's FFs here.
14.  You will refer to yourself as a slut, a cunt,
a whore, a cum bucket. You get the idea, to
honestly describe yourself.
15.  I will spank you or whip you when you are
bad. Not just on your ass, but on your tits and on
your cunt.
16.  I will pierce you. Sometimes I will just put
pins in you for awhile. Othertimes I will put
permanent jewlery in you.
17.  I will tie you up so you cannot move. I will
take you out in public totally immobile.
18.  I will piss on you. You will swallow my piss
when I tell you to.
19.  I will breed you with dogs. You will suck
them and fuck them.
20.  And anything else I think of.
I looked at Susan. She was almost catatonic in
shock. Mandy and Candy looked a little freaked
too.

I turned to Mandy. "Who told you to stop jacking
me off slut?" She started and looking nervous
started again. "Slow down you dumb cunt, don't
pull it off."

"I..I'm sorry Mr. Miller sir" Mandy stammered.

"Rub those tits against me" I directed her.

She quickly pulled down her apron and pressed her
naked FF size boobs against me. I think she was so
worried right now I could get her to do most
anything.

"Just whisper to me what a slut you are and all
the things you would like to do with me. Remember,
you're Susan the whore."

I turned to Candy. "Remember, your'e me. I would
not stop paying attention to my beautiful fiance.
Give her your attention." Candy turned to Susan
and started caressing her body and kissing her
neck.

I looked at Susan. "You will have the rest of the
world at your feet. And you will be at mine.
That's your choice if you become my wife."

Susan looks at me dully. I can see her respond a
little to Candy rubbing her clit, but that's about
it.

"Well Susan, will you marry me?"

She looks blankly and then blinks. She starts to
speak and then stops. She starts again. "yes" I
hear in the lightest whisper.

"What" I say not sure I heard.

"yes, Yes I'll marry you" she answers. Then she
starts crying, giant sobs wracking her body and
tears streaming down her face. She tries to bend
or turn or comfort herself in some way, but she is
still too restrained by her outfit.

I move over next to her and hold her. "There there
little suzi slut. Steve will take care of you.
Everything is going to be ok." She sobs even
harder. I just hold her and stroke her hair until
the sobs calm down.

I look down at her. "I love you suzi slut."

She looks up at me. "I love you Steven, and I'll
be the perfect wife." And with that she spread her
legs so Candy could eat her pussy.

And she was the perfect wife.