Girl Drink Drunk Pt. 04

I woke up alone in bed, aching for the touch of my wife. There was a metallic taste in my mouth, my nipples were rock hard, and my pussy soaking wet. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but my hands refused to move in that direction.

"Rebecca? Where are you?"

"I'm in the bathroom! Get in here and see your next surprise."

My whole being leapt at the command of her voice. I threw off the sheets and rushed to the bathroom to greet my wife good morning. The vision of her naked form took my breath away.

"Rebecca," I said. "You're so... so... big."

Her long platinum blonde hair, shaved at the sides, flipped over her deep blue eyes as she smirked at me. "I found that shop you told me about and spiked our piña coladas last night. I added four inches of height and thirty pounds of lean muscle. You like?" She raised her arms above her head and flexed. I almost came just from watching her move.

Rebecca now stood six feet tall, with broad, majestic shoulders and beefy, cut arms. I stepped closer and meekly touched her defined triceps. A tribal tattoo covered her left shoulder, accentuating the curve of her delts. I had never seen back muscles so thick and rounded on a woman before; every crease was both sharp and smooth at the same time. A clean line ran down her chest between her pecs, and her breasts seemed larger too. I ran my fingers down her six-pack abs, to her razor-sharp V-line, to her incredibly muscled thighs. Another tribal tattoo curved across her ribs under her right breast.

My mind switched onto autopilot. I shifted my mouth to her nipple and began working it with my tongue. It was harder than I had ever felt before--no, wait, that was something else. Was that a stud in my tongue?

"Fuck," Rebecca groaned, "that feels better than I imagined." She pushed my head down to her pussy, leaning against the bathroom counter as I knelt on the hard tile floor. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me deeper into her. "Harder, bitch, harder." My tongue obeyed her without question. "Faster, faster. Yes, yes, YES!" A massive orgasm tore through her body.

I felt my own begin to respond, go right to the edge--and stop, just before cumming. I hovered in that moment, ready to go over at the drop of a pin. I had never almost cum just from giving oral before. What had Rebecca done to me?

My wife grabbed me by the neck and lifted me to my feet. She began furiously kissing me, her new height and bulk swallowing my petite form. Rebecca actually picked me up--cradled me as if I weighed nothing--and carried me to the bed. She pinned down my arms and hungrily bit at my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my nipples. Oh my god, the ecstasy of being so powerless and weak, of being completely at the mercy of my impossibly strong wife.

She sat atop me and released my arms. I gripped her steel thighs and wrapped my hands around the back of her ass. It was like touching a lioness, all strength and sensuality. Rebecca grabbed the headboard of the bed, rose up on her knees, then lowered her pussy onto my mouth, grinding herself on my face while my tongue and its new stud rhythmically stroked her clit.

She came again, and again, and again.

At last, she must have been satisfied, because she slid off of me. She lay beside, raised up on one massive arm, and inserted two fingers into my slit. Her thumb rubbed my clit, slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster. I felt like she was lifting me off the bed just by my pussy. The pleasure grew and grew and grew, but I remained right at the edge of orgasm.

"Why can't I cum?" I pleaded.

Again, her blonde bangs flipped over her eyes, and she gave me a mischievous smile. "Because I haven't given you permission." She gripped my pussy tighter. I felt like my clit was going to explode.

"Now you may cum."

A soul-shattering scream erupted from my lungs. Waves of fire rose from my toes to my scalp. My insides melted, and I lost all control over my arms. I screamed again. A pleasure ripped through me so intensely that I blacked out.

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I awoke with Rebecca holding me against her chest with her massively strong arms. I couldn't remember my name. All I knew was that I belonged to Rebecca.

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When I woke up again, Rebecca was stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. Droplets of water glistened on her muscled form. She pulled a blue flowery dress out of the closet and tossed it on top of me.

"We're leaving for brunch in ten. Wear this. It will show off your ink."

"Yes, ma'am." I went into the bathroom and for the first time looked at myself in the mirror. A fine line tattoo of a flowering vine wove itself from the my right upper back, diagonally down across my waist and onto the top of my left thigh. I slipped on the dress, which had deep cleavage and an open back. It indeed showed off my ink very well.

After brushing my teeth and hair, I walked over to the dresser. "No underwear," Rebecca ordered.

She had changed into a tight white tee. The sleeves hit in the middle of her massive delts, and it was cropped snugly a few inches below her breasts. Without a bra, the cut of her pecs and the round nubs of her nipples were revealed clearly. A pair of low waisted, loose black capris showed off her abs, ass, and calves. Her hair was slicked back with some kind of product.

Rebecca cleared her throat and nodded at the floor, toward a pair of heeled sandals. I quickly knelt before her to slip them onto her divinely shaped feet. Without even thinking, I kissed her sexy toes.

"Good girl. Let's go."

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We walked to brunch with Rebecca's beefy arm squeezing me tight, drifting possessively between my ass and the back of my neck. I kept one hand around her waist and another on her abs, so that I could feel her flexing muscles as she walked. Rebecca steered me down the hallway and out the hotel's front doors toward our brunch restaurant. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun was well up in the sky, and the warm air heated the top of my chest.

Yesterday, I had felt every eye drawn to me. Today, though, while the men still stared openly at me (and especially at my cleavage), I noticed women turning and following Rebecca with their gaze. And she often returned their gaze with an appraising look of her own. Every time she did this, it turned me on a little.

The front of the hotel opened to a covered arcade running parallel to the beach. Our brunch destination was about a ten-minute walk along the arcade. I sighed and lay my head on Rebecca's shoulder as we walked. "Thank you for being so good to me," I said. "I love my new tattoo and tongue stud."

Rebecca kissed me on top of my head. "You're welcome, pet. They look incredibly sexy on you." My heart glowed from these words of praise.

"Why couldn't I cum this morning? Did you do something else to me?"

Rebecca chuckled. "A few things, all of which you will love. Yes, I did make it so that you can only cum when I give you permission, but you will also cum on my command."

I laughed. "What? That's not poss--"

"Cum now, slut," she whispered.

Someone cried out in pleasure as I fell against a nearby column. From the depths of my pussy rose a wave of ecstasy. My vision narrowed as a powerful orgasm rocked my whole body. When the moment passed, I realized it had been me crying out.

I pressed myself into Rebecca's arms. She hugged me so tight I thought I was going to pass out. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I mumbled into her chest before we resumed walking.

"Fun, right? I thought it was only fair to increase the pleasure you receive from orgasms, and you will find yourself much more easily aroused. A bit more submissive, too, with a few new kinks."

A thrill shivered through me. "Ooh, I like kinks. Like what?"

"Muscle mommy, obviously." She flexed a bicep; my pussy flexed in sync. "You'll find humiliation enjoyable. Oh, and a massive cheating kink."

"You're joking, right?" A sexy blonde in a red bikini walked past, and Rebecca blatantly turned and watched her ass go by. My arousal immediately shot up to eleven. "Oh, oh, oh, no, you're not."

"One more thing. You cannot lie to me or disobey me in any way. Get on your hands and knees."

I dropped to the ground without hesitation.

"Lick the sidewalk."

My tongue dragged across the cement.

"Bark like a dog."

"Rowf! Rowf!"

"How do you feel at this very moment?"

"I want to do whatever you say. Your word is my delight. Embarrassing myself at your command makes me wet."

"What happened in Orlando at that trade show last spring?"

"I slept with that bitch Amy from finance." I gasped at the exposure of the raw truth. I threw myself at Rebecca's feet and began sobbing. "Please, please, forgive me. I was such an ungrateful bastard back then, so stupid, just a fucking knob who didn't know he was married to a goddess. Please, please, please...." I was racked with sobs and could barely breathe.

A few people stopped to watch as Rebecca stared coldly down at me. I looked up at her Olympian frame. I had called her goddess in panic, but now that is exactly what she seemed like to me--a goddess who held my fate in her strong, powerful hands. On all fours, I kissed her feet over and over again. My tears covered her toes. I felt my dress ride up and show my bare ass to the crowd.

"That's right," she said to the people gathering around us. "This little bitch cheated on me." The humiliation kink began to kick in. Despite this public display of guilt--no, **because** of this public display, I started to become turned on. "On me!" She spread her arms and presented herself to the crowd. "You,"--she pointed at a thin middle-aged woman with magnificent breasts, standing next to her husband--"what would you rate me on a scale of 1 to 10?"

The shocked woman answered without thinking, "An absolute 10."

"Angie!" Her husband grabbed her hand.

"Look at her, Dave. It's true!"

"Thank you, Angie," Rebecca said to her. "You've proved my point. All of you--leave us alone."

The crowd dispersed. I was still crying on the ground, a puddled mess of shame and arousal. "Rebecca, I--I--"

She knelt beside and petted my hair. "Shut up, Paul. You had an affair, then had the nerve to think that I was the one who had to change."

"I'm so sorry. I was wrong. I see that now. Do you forgive me?"

Rebecca lifted my chin so I would stare directly into her piercing blue eyes. "No, I don't forgive you. I don't have to. I've remade you into someone who will never hurt me again."

Her words struck home. She had complete power over me. She could destroy me with a word--or give me indescribable pleasure. The rest of my life would be totally devoted to her.

Then I remembered the limits of the magic. "But don't these changes last only as long as we're on the island?"

"Do you want to change back, into the lying, selfish bastard you were before?"

"No." I was shocked at my answer. Truly, I didn't want to change back. I was much, much happier as her pet than I had ever been as Paul. Even with the new kinks and restrictions, I wanted nothing more than to be Rebecca's obedient wife. No, I realized, it was **because** of the restrictions. I had never been happy when I was in charge of myself. Now, I floated between bliss and ecstasy. Why would I want to change back. "No, I want to be your wife forever."

"My slut."

"Yes, forgive me, my mistress. I want to be your slut forever."

"Good. I'm working in that. Now go clean yourself up. I'm hungry and horny. We're going to brunch and then--"

"Back to our room?"

She laughed. "Hell no. We're going to find someone for me to fuck."

I trembled in anticipation.

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Something snapped in me during the confrontation on the sidewalk. All pretense of independent thought was gone. My entire focus shifted to pleasing my mistress. I would do literally anything for her. She only had to say the word. It didn't feel like a compulsion. My whole self was submitted to her.

At the brunch restaurant, the hostess looked up at Rebecca and blushed. She was wearing a tight black tee and a short black skirt. I laughed to myself at how she couldn't make eye contact with my mistress. Rebecca gripped my ass tight as she leaned over the hostess stand and said, "Just the two of us."

"I'm--I'm sorry, but there will be a 10 to 15 minute wait. Can I have your name and number?"

"My name is Rebel. What's yours?"

"Jess."

"You're doing a fantastic job, Jess. Here's my number." Rebel plucked the pen out of Jess's hand and wrote her number on the girl's inner forearm. "Call me when you're ready."

My wife led me out to a bench in front of the brunch place and sat me on her lap. I lowered my head to her ear and whispered, "That was so fucking cheesy. And so fucking hot." I put my arms around her broad shoulders and kissed her muscled neck gently. "I love your new name, daddy."

Rebel stroked my thigh, tracing the outline of the ivy tattoo she had picked out for me. She studied the beach in front of us. "Look at that stud. Mmm, he's delicious. I could rip him apart." She nodded at a cute blond in his early twenties, thin with lean muscles, playing volleyball with a group of girls.

I leaned back in confusion. "But--he's a--he."

"I gave myself full pansexuality, pet. I'll fuck anything that moves. And you'll fuck anyone I tell you to fuck."

The thought of her commanding me to fuck someone sent a shiver through me. "Yes, sir." I resumed nibbling lightly at her neck. "Who else looks good to you?"

"Check her out." She pointed to a curvy brown-haired girl in a gingham one-piece with a cute frill around the bottom, clumsily playing volleyball with the twink and his friends. She had on black-rimmed glasses that slipped off several times while we watched. "Do you think she's a virgin? If we took a run at her for her first time, she'd be ruined for anyone else."

"I would eat her all night, daddy."

"Check out those twins--oh, rats, my phone's buzzing. Our table is ready."

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We sat on the same side of a booth near the back of the restaurant. I leaned into the nook of Rebel's arm, which she draped heavily around me. She idly played with my nipple as she studied the menu.

Our server was a fit young man named Marco. The tight black tee and shorts must have been the place's uniform. His ass looked incredible.

"Marco," Rebel purred. "Black coffee for me, and the cranberry mimosa for my darling bride. It's our second honeymoon, you know. I'll have the Farmhand's Plate, eggs over hard and sausage for my meat. For my pet, two egg whites, scrambled, and the quinoa power salad. No dressing. Thank you, Marco." She brushed his hand as she handed back the menu.

"Well, look who it is--our friends Dave and Angie." A couple of tables over were the middle-aged couple from the arcade incident. Now that I wasn't sobbing uncontrollably on the sidewalk, I could get a better look at the couple, both in their late forties. Frankly, they reminded me a lot of us--well, us from a few days ago. Dave was aggressively average - five-nine, a little chubby, balding, generic polo and chinos. Angie, though, was a bit of a looker: long naturally gray hair tied back in a ponytail, a tight red athleisure top that showed off her great breasts, a knee-length golf skirt revealing toned legs.

Rebel squeezed my breast excitedly and pushed me out of the booth. We walked over to the couple's table, my wife pulling me along behind her.

"Angie, Dave, so nice to see you again. Don't bother about getting up." Rebel planted one hand on Dave's shoulder, holding him down. "Angie--is that short for Angela?"

"No, it's Angelica." The woman stared up at Rebel with open admiration. Meanwhile, Rebel locked eyes with the woman.

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I'm Rebel." She held out her hand to Angelica as if she expected her to kiss it. Angelica blushed and awkwardly shook my wife's hand. "I apologize for my babygirl's outburst earlier. She needed to learn a lesson, and I think she has. Haven't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, daddy."

Rebel maintained eye contact with Angelica. "She's so obedient when you treat her right, and she knows so many tricks. I just bought my pet a new bikini, but I think it might be too revealing. Can I get your opinion on it?"

Dave cleared his throat and tried to speak. "I think we already have plans--"

"Shush. I wasn't talking to you. Angelica? Would you like to see her tricks?"

The woman turned bright red. "No, I really don't think--"

I knelt beside her and thrust out my chest. "Please, Miss Angelica. I've been such a good girl. Rebel promised me a treat if I knew all my tricks." Her eyes drifted down to my perfect cleavage, and I noticed her nipples grow hard. I wanted to eat her out so badly--not out of any attraction to her, but because I knew it would please my daddy.

Rebel stroked the top of my head. Shivers ran down my spine. "My pet truly knows how to perform. You only live once, Angelica."

"Rebel, I'm flattered, really I am, but I'm happily married, and I just don't--"

"Can I watch?"

Rebel slowly turned to look at Dave. "What a naughty little boy you are, David. Tsk tsk tsk. Yes, you may watch... on my terms. Agreed?" Dave meekly shook his head. "Angelica, your naughty little boy is on board. You don't want to disappoint us all, do you?"

A switch seemed to flip inside Angelica. Any possible guilt released from her, and she took a long, appreciative look at Rebel's firm legs and taut abs. She looked down at me, too, and caressed my cheek. "OK, Rebel. I'm on vacation, and you're right: I only live once."

Rebel bent at her waist like a ballerina and kissed Angelica deeply. I placed each of my hands on their thighs and imagined what it would be like to serve both of them tonight.

Someone coughed behind. "Who had the waffles?" It was Marco, holding Dave and Angelica's food. Dave raised a finger, and the cute waiter sat the plate in front of him.

"Marco, we will be joining our friends for brunch. Can you move our drinks and silverware over here?" Rebel sat in the chair next to Angelica and wrapped her arm around her. "Pet, you sit over there next to Dave. Good girl. Now, eat up, everyone, because we'll need the energy. It's our final night on the island, and I want to have a good time. After we visit our shopkeeper friend and find a permanent solution to my babygirl's outbursts, of course."