Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Two

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 4
JAMIE: 4

Wendy’s morning hadn’t started off any better than her daughters. Her husband had insisted on the affirmations to start things off. This was to get his wife into a proper mindset. He could tell she was exhausted having not slept or ate very much, but he thought that keeping her this way had also weakened her, reduced her inhibitions.

She was definitely wondering how things got this far so rapidly. She had gone down the slippery slope of flashing someone, and if you’ll flash someone will you touch someone or let them touch you, and if you do that why tease, you may as well suck their dick and it had simply become out of hand.

As she thought about it, while answering her husbands questions, it became clear to her that how she had managed to justify cuckolding the men, taking away their clothes, making them hop around the house, had followed the same logic. “They have erections, you see them, so you may as well address it” and before long the men were jerking off in a mason jar.

Now she was being driven to her job dressed like a slut, with no idea if she would be fired, laughed at or what was going to happen. She felt like she should be panicking, jumping out of the truck and running down the road. Yet, here she sat her bare ass on her hands in her husbands truck, with her legs apart answering his demeaning questions.

“Are you going to be a good slut, today?”

“Yes Sir”

“Are you going to defer your decisions to the males in the office, give them back their rightful authority, even though you have been promoted over them due to your female manipulations?”

“Yes Sir, I will.”

“Are you going to call all the men Sir, and all the women Ma’am?”

“Sir, Can I not please? We are business casual there. I usually dress in executive dress, because I am a manager, but no one is that formal there.”

“Oh sure you can” Bill said, and his wife let out a sigh of relief.

“Of course, you’ll lose some stars if you do.” Bill grinned.

“How will you know if I do or don’t, Sir?” Wendy asked curiously.

“Good point, I need an Office snitch to inform on you, Does Vicky still work there?” Bill was referring to a project manager that Wendy was often at odds with. There was a certain amount of drama between the two of them. They both were very competitive and Vicky would love to get Wendy fired.

“Please Sir, not Vicky. She’d never understand this. She’d get me fired right away.”

“So, you can work for Rahjid full time” Bill smiled.

“Please sir, be serious, that was horrible. I can’t believe you let me do that, last night.” Wendy was disgusted with herself.

“LET YOU DO IT?” Bill said with sanctimonious fury. “That sounds like you say I talk, where it’s everyone else letting you fail, and not your fault?”

“It was a slip of the tongue sir, I haven’t slept, my brain is so tired” Wendy was being honest, it was an accident, although perhaps subconsciously she did feel that way, railroaded into a night of degrading prostitution.

“Sounds like an excuse, what about Steve?” he was referring to a younger guy from the office who had made a pass at her two years ago at an Office Christmas Party.

“Oh Bill, he explained that was just the Schnapps, it was actually pretty innocent. He was just being playful under the mistletoe, I think he thought I wasn’t married.”

“Yeah, I wonder why that is? Maybe you didn’t act like you WERE married?” Bill got defensive.

“No Bill, obviously I am here next to naked, because I love you and I want to prove I know I did wrong and make it up to you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, just not like a cocksucking whore.” she added Sir a little late, regretting saying “Bill” and sounding surly. She wasn’t firing on all cylinders and obviously Bill was being at least a little understanding of that.

“Well, you are going to be my little crosskicking whore until you earn 100 stars, right?”

“Yes Sir” she agreed “I am. Just please don’t involve people from my work. I mean wasn’t that the point of the affirmations, you could show them only if we failed to keep our end?”

“No, the people you care most about outside of your immediate family, is your distant family.  Those are the top rank, I realize your closest friends, neighbors and coworkers are also somewhere high up on your chart of important people, but nowhere compared to your blood, right?”

“True, Sir. I just don’t feel comfortable explaining to people at work what I agreed too.” she admitted

“This isn’t about being feeling comfortable, in fact it is about feeling UN-comfortable, the way you had us feel when you brought us out in public and humbled us. Chris was given to one of Jamie’s classmates.”

Bill paused once he pulled into her parking lot. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.” He waited for her to nod that she would listen to it. “You let me explain to one co-worker, you pick who it is. Steve, Vicky, It could be the janitor. You do everything I tell you, you back me up completely. Give me thirty minutes with them. IF they don’t agree to my terms, you can come to work dressed like this everyday and that is all you have to do to get a star from me.”

“And if they go straight to MY boss and get me fired?” Wendy asked. She was noticing a pattern, that at times she unwittingly GAVE Bill ideas with her questions. If she hadn’t brought up how he would know what she was doing, Bill may not have thought of this whole sordid idea. She couldn’t help it though, she had an inquisitive mind and was always thinking a few steps ahead.

“Well, that is why you better pick someone like that weasel Steve, or a girl like Vicky who has an axe to grind with you. If they get something out of the exchange, they are likely to agree to my terms. If they aren’t going to have a sense of humor about it, yeah, they’ll probably go straight to the bosses. You said you are a good judge of character, know your underlings weaknesses, so you pick.”

Bill told her he wanted to drink one cup of coffee an hour, to help her stay awake at work. He promised he’d let her get some sleep that night and probably take her back to Rahjid the next night. Bill had been wanting to take her to see Rahjid for a long time. He had some of his old sports trophies, family photos and things that were important to Bill. Bill wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen at the motel, but  he wanted Wendy to see how he had lived and appreciate the squalor there, the waterbugs coming out of the sink, the filth and sweat of the place. The fact she had been a willing whore, had been more than he had really hoped for. He decided he would press his luck a bit at the Office, too.

Wendy used her building access card to get her husband in, waved to the security guard in the lobby and got in the elevator. She pretended there was absolutely nothing unusual about wearing such a provocative short skirt and blouse. She had seen other women in the office dress slutty, leave off a button on a blouse when leaning over someone’s cubicle to ask them to do their work. Wendy called it “Tom Sawyering” after a part in the story of Tom Sawyer where he gets other kids to paint a fence for him through manipulation.

A pretty girl pretends not to know how to do something, gives the guy in the cube next to hers a sweet smile and then he wants to ‘rescue’ her and ends up doing her work. She actually didn’t like that technique even though the harmless flirting seemed to appeal to the guys basic instincts to “fix” things.

“Stick your finger in your butt hole while you are in the elevator with me” Bill said after the elevator closed.

Wendy’s mouth popped open as if to ask “Huh?” but she simply said “Yes Sir”, reached behind her back and put her finger into her butt.

“If I lift up the skirt, I want to see at least to the second knuckle” Bill said firmly, and Wendy didn’t hesitate to dig a little further up her ass. When they reached the twelfth floor she said “May I pull it out sir?”

“Yes, but sniff it, I want you to know your shit stinks like the rest of these people. Have you decided who will be your handler at work?”

“Sir, you could probably stay in my Office. I’ve got you in this far” she said bringing her finger to her nose as if she was about to sneeze, but not taking her hand away.

“That is not what I asked.” Bill said firmly as they walked down aisles of cubicles.

Wendy chose Steve, the last person she wanted was Vicky. She was reminded of a show that spelled her name “Icky with a V” every time she even heard that name. Wendy navigated her husband through the Byzantine maze of cubicles until they came to Steve’s desk, stopping only in the break room for a cup of much needed coffee.

“Steve, may I have a word with you?” she asked him very business like, by the time her husband had no longer required her to walk with her finger under her nose.

Steve seemed curious what it was about, and joked “Is this about TPS Fax Cover sheets?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that, Sir” Wendy said very seriously.

“Nothing, it’s from a movie. Just a joke.” Steve was a dark haired young man in his mid-twenties. The kind of guy who had a ready grin, square jaw, probably about 5’8. He instantly reminded you of someone you’d see at a Frat Party drinking beers and being gregarious.

When they got to Wendy’s corner windowed office, she shut the door and offered Steve a seat. Bill was impressed with the spaciousness of her Office, it was all at once elegant and business like. It was obvious that he had underestimated just how far his wife had come in the business world.

Steve was naturally a little uncomfortable by the abruptness of the meeting request and the doom and gloom on Wendy’s face. She wasn’t looking forward to whatever her husband was about to say. Steve was making some nervous jokes to cover his uneasiness. “I hope this isn’t about that cocktail party, I mean hey, um. It was mistletoe, so.”

Bill‘s expression was diplomatic “Actually, I think what you did was perfectly acceptable, in fact I am glad you did. It was my wife who led you on, but that is water under the bridge, think nothing of that.”

“Some how, I think this isn’t about work though is it?” Steve said getting serious.

“Oh no, quite the contrary Steve. It is all about work. You see my wife and I have made an arrangement. That is she does whatever I tell her, and is respectful to not only me, but everyone including her co-workers”.

“Okay, so this is like the twelve step program, let me guess step eight?” Steve guessed. Bill wanted to hear more about what he was talking about and Steve explained that in Alcoholics Anonymous, some of the steps:

Step 8 - Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all

Step 9 - Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others
“I really like that, Steve. You know we are kind of doing this on our own. So we didn’t have a formal step by step process. That is EXACTLY what we are doing, except my wife’s addiction is internet pornography and sex with strange men.”

Wendy’s eyes went wide with shock.

“Oh, and as you can see from the five stages of grief, she is in denial. We are trying to get her to acceptance”.

Steve was uncomfortable, fidgeting in his chair. “Listen, aside from maybe an innocent grope of a butt, and a peck on the lips, really I don’t think this is necessary.”

“No, you misunderstand Steve. I don’t know anyone at the company, you and  a project manager named Vicky, do you know her?”

“Oh yeah, Dragon Lady!” Steve admitted without thinking.

Steve tried to correct himself and think of something more appropriate to say, but Bill told him not to worry about it. “We are all friends here, in fact what I want to tell you, I need you to promise doesn’t leave this Office, can you do that? Obviously, that goes both ways, what you say to me, stays with me.” Bill made the universal pantomime for zipping his lip and throwing away the key.

Steve nodded and Bill continued “I am glad to hear you say that, because I think it may require a demonstration to help you see my Point. Wendy, please go ahead and undress. Fold your clothes neatly and put them at my feet.”

It is hard to say whose eyes went wider, or who seemed more uncomfortable, Steve or Wendy. Wendy smoothly stood and undressed, except for her heels and collar, getting on her knees to fold her clothes before her husband who was now seated in one of the guest chairs by Wendy’s desk.

Wendy’s well tanned body was marked with strap marks and bruises, her nipples were pierced, her shaved pussy glinted with a white gold ring. She seemed to ooze a sexual energy just by undressing.

“Okay, listen this is too freaky for me, y’all So I am outie”. Steve admitted. Wendy was actually glad to hear it because she knew that meant according to her deal, she wouldn’t be run through the ringer at work. She could probably even sleep at her desk the rest of the day.

Bill had come on to strong. He had such a string of successes with Reggie the fast food worker, Hector the tattoo artist, Conner, Rahjid. They had all been all too happy to use and abuse her, but finally there was a “normal” person who wasn’t going to accept her treatment and wanted no part in it.

It would be harmless to scare him off. He was almost out the door, so to add a finishing touch to this scenario she said in her most slutty bimbo voice. “Oh Sir, please. If you don’t stay and supervise me, I’ll get into naughty, mischief, and my big, strong, husband will have to punish me for my own good.” her voice sounding more like a sexy little girl, than sultry as she had intended.

Steve stopped at the  door handle and pivoted, a smile on his face. “Sorry, what?”

Wendy was a little confused, he was already to go, based on what her husband had said. She had only reiterated it.

Bill answered for her “That’s right Steve, As part of my wife’s contrition, she is getting a little hair of the dog. You know how one of the best hang over cures is to drink?”

Steve stood motionless nodding.

“Or when your Dad caught you smoking a cigarette when you were a kid, the best medicine was to make you smoke a whole carton.”

Something about Steve’s frat boy looks told Bill that drinking and smoking had been a problem for Steve and these references were hitting home.

“My wife was an out of control slut, she was into dominating men. Rather than go cold turkey, she is getting punished with the wanton sexuality she used to spread around freely.  She just can’t act on her impulses. If she does, she needs to get a shock to the system. A wake up call.” Bill was actually completely making this up as he went. There were some half-truths in there, for instance she had dominated him and Chris, but Steve didn’t need to know those ’details’. The more Bill explained it, the more it actually sounded good to him. He even turned to his wife and asked her “Right, honey” as he gave his convoluted explanation and she nodded he was right.

He summarized, “Since I can’t be here at her work all day, I need someone I can trust to handle things. To be my ears, eyes, and hands if need be.”

“What do I get out of this?” Steve was curious.

“What do you want?” Bill was curious too.

“Well what is it I actually have to do, roles and responsibilities?” Steve asked, obviously using some of his work speak.

In truth, Bill was just winging all this as he normally did. He hadn’t thought about the details. Wendy knew this, and she was stifling tears, while wishing she could stand up and get some of her coffee. She hadn’t slept in over a day and what little sleep she had received had been uneasy.

Bill wrote down a list of rules, using his new phone to look up words like “Misandry”. The rules painted his wife as an over-sexed slut getting therapy for a form of sexual addiction and laziness.

1. You are to make sure my wife is respectful of all men and women, regardless of their position from the highest CEO, to the lowliest janitor. She must call them Sir, Ma’am, defer to their judgment, especially men. She is a bitch, a manipulator and her feminist tendencies encourages her try to usurp authority from males. This will not be tolerated.

2. My wife is to ask permission to use the bathroom from you, you have the right to supervise if you are able or have her take pictures and time her. She should get no more than 2 bathroom breaks for a total of 10 minutes a day. It is possible my wife is using her bathroom break to slack off, and that is not to be allowed.

3. My wife is permitted to masturbate once per day, with supervision. She must get permission from you and if you have time, you may accompany her to a semi-private location of your choosing. She is an oversexed slut, and I am not so cruel that I wouldn’t allow her at least one chance to release her tensions. This can be a car, a conference room, I really don’t care. I just ask that you take pictures and email them (only) to me.

4. My wife is permitted to only eat the lunch she has brought. She is no longer permitted to troll for sex at martini lunches sex in the city style. I am trying to watch her weight, so please make sure she does not snack on anything else during the day.

5. My wife has a phallic obsession and a form of nymphomania, she loves to suck cock and get fucked. However, she does not enjoy anal sex. In order to ween her off her lustful desires, I want her to associate intercourse with this more uncomfortable activity. 

I realize this is a lot to ask, but I request that you make sure she has for at least four hours out of her workday, something up her ass. This could be a pen, or any object that is handy and relatively sanitary. She should not be enjoying it, and if she appears to find it pleasant, please feel free to use something larger. I trust your discretion if you feel four hours is not enough.

I would also ask that you definitely ensure she has something up her ass during her daily masturbation, so that she doesn’t enjoy it. That she also removes and replaces whatever object she had in her ass when she went to the bathroom that it is fully clean.

6. My wife enjoys hurting others, especially men and women. Their feelings, but also physically. She enjoyed tying up and spanking men, however she does not like it when it happens to her. I would like you to catalog for me any of her wrong doings, and also describe any punishments you applied. Please no more than 25 swats to any part of her body per infraction and always in private. If you do not indicate you punished her, I will address at home.

7.  My wife is very impatient and stubborn, she needs constant stimulus and interactivity. I request for her own stress-relief that she spend at least one hour a day handcuffed to her desk, with her office door locked in total quiet. To that end, please put a rubber stress ball in her mouth, so that she cannot answer people who come to her door. She will just have to learn to manage her time better, and not be so reactive to constant requests for meetings and questions.

8. My wife is very prideful and she enjoys using her high station at the Office to demean people. This includes despite it being a casual dress policy at her Office. She purposely chooses to dress in a fancy ‘Executive’ style. This will no longer be permitted, she will wear more accommodating and amusing outfits, that we feel are appropriate. As long as it does not completely break the dress code policy, you may dress her in ways you feel will improve Office morale and prevent her from an ’alpha bitch attitude’.

9. My wife must drink one cup of coffee each hour of work to pep her up. Each time she does, she must first come to you for permission. She must present to you the cup after she has finished it. Feel free to supervise her drinking if you feel she will be deceptive.

10. As a Boss, my wife is used to making her own hours, but working rather early and rather late, neglecting her family time. This must stop. She must also keep all of her appointments. You may punish her if she doesn’t work exactly 9-5PM weekdays, or keep her appointments. She will make you a meeting approver on her Outlook e-mail.

Bill pushed the paper over to Steve. Bill felt a list of “Ten” sounded official. Ten Commandments, kind of thing. He had heard George Carlin do a stand up routine on that years ago and he couldn’t remember the whole routine, but he liked the idea of ten rules.

Steve read it over, his jovial expression would slowly change to a look of disturbed concern, his brow knotted, then he would grin. He repeated this about ten times in ten minutes before he completely read the rules.

“I appreciate the offer and all, Mr. Taylor but I’ve got to say, that sounds like some far out shit.”

Wendy wasn’t about to press her luck and plead with Steve to stay. He probably would have left already if she kept her mouth shut. She was still on the carpet of her Office, naked ass facing Steve, awkwardly staring at her husbands work boots.

“Well you haven’t even heard my offer of what is in this for you?” Bill said generously.

“Wait, I thought THIS” indicating the ten items “Was what is in it for me?”

“No, no. This is actually the chores I really need done. If it doesn’t happen, then my slut of a wife will relapse and her sexual addiction may get worse. A little unpleasantness, probably only need to do it for a few weeks, will go along way, tough love.” Bill smiled. The tough love was Wendy’s words about why she kept Bill on a short leash.

Bill told Steve that his wife would obviously work to groom him for a position like hers, in order to keep her secret. She’d also take on his work load for him. “Obviously, if you are busy supervising her, you won’t have time to do your own work, so she’ll have to do it for you”. He made sure Wendy told him she didn’t mind.

“You can use her Office as if it is your own. You’ll need to spend a lot of time supervising her, and writing reports on her behavior to me. She has no block on internet as an executive Manager, not like the cubicle maze out there. So you can surf porn, check face book, send me personal emails from a secure website, whatever you want to do. Take her chair, she can sit on the floor.”

Steve didn’t seem to want to believe this was real.

“Watch, if we were punking you, would she do this?” Bill asked as he slapped his wife on the back of the head “Hey shit-breath, lick my boots” Wendy had already about started to flick out her tongue to lick his dusty boots when Bill added “And I will let you masturbate yourself an extra time today”

Once Wendy had been licking his feet for about a minute, Bill pretended that the treat was she could play with herself.

“Okay, you can play with your pussy, but make sure your new boss Steve can see.” Wendy complied, spreading her slit with two fingers and rubbing her thumb around her clit hood and tapping the cunt ring with her ass spread on all fours. She was just glad Steve or Bill didn’t see the tears welling up in her eyes, she thought by now it would be possible her tear ducts were dry.

Steve stifled a giggle “Can I ask, it looks like it says ‘WHORE’ in faded magic marker on Mrs Taylor’s ass?”

“Oh please, call her Wendy, if you are alone be casual, call her slut or bitch, that is what she is, she has to accept it, don’t you slut?”

“Yes Sir, I am YOUR slut.” Wendy said choking back tears.

“Uh-oh, I probably should have shared this with you earlier, and I understand if it changes your mind about this assignment, Steve.”

Steve nodded for Bill to continue.

“Well I told you about the five stages of grief, earlier?” Bill waited for Steve to nod. “You have to go through them all, anger, bargaining, and so on before you can get to acceptance of your problem.”

Steve shook his head that he understood, while watching Wendy play with herself slowly gyrating her hips and licking Bill’s boots.

“She also tries to manipulate. Get people to feel sorry for her, let her out of this. I am what you may call an enabler”. Bill was completely veering into bullshitting territory here. If anyone was an enabler, it was Wendy she thought to herself.

“I had so many chances to get her help, more traditional help, but all of that always failed. Doctor after Doctor tried traditional therapy, checked her into sex rehab in Switzerland. The thing is, she always gets the staff to think she is the good one, and it helps hide her deviousness. So I need you to know these tears you see here are crocodile tears, here taste them, no salt”

Bill reached down and dabbed his wife’s tears with his finger and offered it to Steve. Steve held up his hand jokingly “Oh no, I am trying to cut down” he masked his discomfort with humor.

“Watch how addicted to orgasms she is. This is a true addict here, who puts her need for a fix, over any amount of humiliation. Slut, slide that candle up your ass, and then lick your new Boss Steve’s shoes. If you do, we’ll let you cum.”

Wendy had no addiction to orgasm. She knew that Bill was trying to manipulate Steve and he was doing it in such an amateur way. Calling him “New Boss Steve” was such an overt way to sell Steve on the idea, like he already had the job.

Wendy realized Steve worked at her company for years now. He was too smooth to fall for such a clumsy story and even more ridiculous set of rules to cure something Steve had to know she had never had in the first place. If she had a sexual addiction with other employees they would have gossiped about it all over the floor and she probably would have been fired.

Despite her belief this was all over, Wendy slid a candle from her desk into her sore asshole. It had been thwacked with fingers, tucked, poked, but hadn’t had anything bigger than a finger in it in hours. The candle was soft and she didn’t want to break it off trying to push it in to hard,  so the candle went in her ass only with a little effort.

She used her other hand to masturbate and lick Steve’s shoes.

“See how she doesn’t like putting things up her ass? If I had said to put it in her pussy and hump it, she’d probably have jumped on it like a bunny rabbit”.

“Wow, Mr Taylor, this is kind of getting me a little hot and steamy. it’s hard to believe your wife was such a slut, how come I didn’t know about this?”

Despite Wendy’s prediction that Steve was too sharp to fall for such an over the top story, either Steve bought into it or he was just humoring Bill by pretending too until he could get out and call security and have them both escorted out of the building.

“She has been a slut pig for years, I am surprised you didn’t get a piece of her,  Honey are you sure you didn’t fuck Steve?” Bill asked. This was much easier to him to make up this fantasy that she had sexual addiction, then to admit his wife had cuckolded him and his son, even if he was now getting the payback he felt he so richly deserved.

“No sir, I don’t think so” She said in between licks, the candle wiggling in her ass, like a white slender puppy tail flicking back and forth as she worked her clit with her fingers, now Bill was seated across from her glorious pink fuck hole and he too was getting turned on. He had only had a few days of this treatment and certainly hadn’t grown used to the sight of a moist pussy being delicately stroked and teased.

“Would you like to cum right now?” Bill asked her.

“Yes Sir, oooh please! Let me cum, please?” She knew she had better go along with Bill’s ruse. If not, he’d say she sabotaged his interview and probably invite Vicky in next. Then two people would know her twisted little secret.

Ignoring his wife’s pleas, Bill looked at Steve who was watching his wife writhe and thrash around at his feet in a mock display of a woman desperate to complete to orgasm genuine enough to fool the audience of “When Harry Met Sally” in the famous orgasm scene.

“See what I have to put up with, she is a sex maniac” Bill could barely say it with a straight face. It was fortunate Steve’s attention was on the woman he thought until a few minutes ago a consummate professional and power-executive now begging orgasm release or he may have saw through Bill’s expression.

“Wendy, why didn’t you try to fuck Steve before we made our agreement, when you could run wild. Was it because he seemed like a strong willed guy who couldn’t be easily dominated by a bitch like you?” Bill asked.

“Yes Sir, that is exactly it.” she moaned slowly, not quite sure if she was actually orgasming for real or this was still an act.

She could eat boys like Steve for breakfast at the corporate board room. She would have stepped on him to get to the next level, thrown him under the bus without remorse, all was fair in business. These were of course thoughts she kept to herself. Instead she admitted for sake of the men’s egos “Men rule, girls drool Sir” repeating the Taylor family credo from her affirmations, “I was wrong to be so stingy with my body and my time, and my affection, please Bill, fuck me, fuck me!!!” a crescendo of actual pleasure ran through her body, causing her to spasm, her sphinctre tightening around the candle and causing it to bend slightly, her pussy now wet and moist, her voice gasping for air.

There was a knock at the door.