“So, Mrs. Cripton? You’re next, sweetie!”

Jennifer Crighton looked up from her phone, her impatience showing on her face. “It’s Crighton, actually. I hope we can make this quick. I’m meeting my girlfriends for lunch at one.”

The shorter, buxom nail salon owner gave her a polite smile. It was the kind of smile you only gave to someone when you were trying not to imagine murdering them. She showed Jennifer to a plush leather seat and metal footrest.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” the beauty technician smiled, her smooth olive skin complimenting her rich, brown hair. “What were you hoping for today? Just a mani or a pedi?”

Jennifer exhaled loudly through her nose, glancing down at the woman’s over-developed bust, reading the name Rachel embroidered on her navy blue smock.

“I made an appointment for a pedi. I had my eye on the eggshell gloss with gold accents.”

“Ooh! Great choice!” Rachel said, bringing out a metal basket tray covered with several vials of nail polish and dye, and a bundle of silver nail clippers and cuticle knives.

“That’s a really popular choice. And it would go great with your dye job,” Rachel nodded at the woman’s pink hair. “Of course, if you want, I could also recommend a cleansing cream mask while I’m working, just to help keep that lovely face of your moisturized?”

“Yes, except, as I explained, I have a lunch date at one. So maybe just give me what I ordered?” she scoffed, pulling out her phone while she stuck her foot in Rachel’s face. “And I have a lot of work to do in the meanwhile, so no conversation, please.”

Rachel smiled an inch wider, her eyes blazing fire.

“Fine with me, dear.”

Twenty minutes later, Rachel removed Jennifer’s sparkling toes from the ultraviolet foot lamp.

“Alright, ma’am! All done.”

Jennifer tore her eyes away from her Instagram feed and glanced down at her feet. “Oh. My. God!” she exclaimed, her mouth hanging open.

“You like?” asked Rachel.

“Well…no! I’m sorry, but I thought I specifically asked for eggshell!”

“This is eggshell!’ Rachel protested, holding up the small vial of nail polish.

“This is cream! CREAM! Oh, god! My nails look like a chain smoker’s teeth!”

“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Crighton, but this was the color that was on the chart.”

“Well maybe your chart needs better lighting or something. Ugh! Never mind, I wasted enough time here as it is. How much am I paying for this?”

“$37.45, please,” Rachel muttered, handing over the portable card scanner. She watched Jennifer tap her credit card to the screen and glowered as the top-heavy woman pointedly selected ‘no tip’.

“Really?” Rachel threw her weight over her hip. “A custom job done in half the time and you can’t even leave the smallest tip?”

Jennifer’s blue eyes shot daggers at the shorter woman.

“If you wanted to get paid more you should use the products you’re advertising. Better luck next time, dear,” she said, icily. “At least you won’t have to worry about seeing me ever again, not in this shop at any rate.”

With a sneer, Jennifer picked up her designer handbag and marched out of the salon. Rachel watched her go, quietly fuming.

“We’ll see about that,” she muttered to herself.

Jennifer strutted out to the parking lot to her spotless mini cooper, tapping her keys’ unlock button. She would have to change into closed-toe heels to hide the ugly yellow brown nail polish. She sighed in exasperation appalled with how the pastel heels clashed with her violet dress.

Oh well. At least she would have something to gripe about with her girlfriends over their lunchtime cocktails.

She finished switching her shoes and click-clacked back to the mall, completely unaware of the pair of green eyes tracking her from the far side foyer of the mall.

The afternoon stretched on and Jennifer found herself back at her comfortable suburban home, drawing a bubble bath for herself and pouring an extra large glass of Pinot Grigio. Her husband, James, wouldn't be home for hours, just enough time to give herself and little self-care and forget about her stressful day of shopping. She was just about to dip her toe into the steamy, sudsy water when the doorbell chimed.

Jennifer huffed and opened her Smarthouse app to check the front door camera. She scowled when she recognized the ‘beautician’ from the nail salon. Rachel, wasn’t it? She swiped the ‘refuse’ button on her phone. Outside an automated voice announced that nobody was available right now and to please come back later.

Or not at all, thought Jennifer.

Ten seconds later, the doorbell chimed again. This time Rachel was looking directly at the camera, her green eyes pleading with Jennifer through the phone screen.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Crighton. I don’t mean to bother you, but I really need to talk with you. I’m not trying to start trouble. I just came to apologize. If you could just give me a minute or two of your time?”

Jennifer groaned, pressing her lips into a frustrated line. She threw her embroidered bath robe over her ample chest and stormed down the stairs.

Fine. Just a minute to hear the simpering, little hussy out and then she could get back to her relaxation time. She arrived at her front door inlaid with frosted glass and dialed open the electronic latch.

“Okay, make this quick. I have better things to do today. Am I clear?”

Rachel met the haughty woman with a warm smile. She had changed out of the sterile, blue scrubs from earlier and into a fetching white blouse that displayed a swatch of nut-brown cleavage over a simple black skirt. Jennifer blinked, reluctantly admitting to herself that the woman had lovely, toned legs, just thick enough in the right places. She could only imagine what her horndog husband would think if he saw the ravishing display of curves that this woman boasted.

She felt a twinge of envy and nudged her own chest forward just a little.

“I’m so sorry to bother you at home, Mrs. Crighton, but I just felt horrible about how we left things back at the mall and I wanted to set things right.”

“Are you going to give me a refund?” Jennifer scoffed. “I’m sorry, but you can just keep the money. My time is worth more than what I paid.”

“Oh, no! It’s not that,” Rachel held up her hands defensively. “I actually came to see if you wanted me to re-do the pedicure for free. The customer is always right, after all.”

“Oh, I see,” Jennifer said, bemused. “You trying to keep me from trashing you on your business page. Well, don’t worry, sweetums, I’m not ever going to waste my time to make a post. So, if you don’t mind…”

Jennnifer went to close the door but stopped short as Rachel shoved her foot across the threshold. For the first time, Jennifer glanced down and noticed the woman’s glittering bubble-gum pink nails shining from the tip of her suede-strapped sandals, a golden ring in the shape of a flower set on her second toe. She blinked as the light gleamed off the sizeable ruby in its center, enticing her to study it closer. Something about how the light played around the finely cut facets of the strange gem made it just a little harder to think, like her thoughts were rolling through thick honey.

“Oh, but don’t you at least want to see the design that I’m offering? It’s custom-made and it’s sure to catch the attention of all your girlfriends. Your husband even?”

Rachel flexed her toes gently, causing her ring to shimmer. Jennifer jerked her head slightly, realizing that she had been staring down at the beautician’s feet without giving her an answer.

“Uh…well…” her eyes shifted to the crystal clock hanging on the foyer wall. “I guess I have a little bit of time…just to see what you’re offering,” she added, injecting an assertive edge into her voice.

Rachel’s smile lit up her face.

“Thank you!” She wiggled her toes. Jennifer’s eyes darted back down to the woman’s feet. “Mind if I come in?”

Jennifer pulled the door open wider, her eyes glued to Rachel’s glossy nails, the blinding light wrapping her mind in thick gauze. “Sure…come right in…”

With a grin, Rachel escorted herself past the pink-haired woman, her wide hips wiggling with each step. She sauntered into the expansive interior of Jennifer’s house, raising her eyes appreciatively at the immaculate paint job and various high-end paintings and sculptures decorating the interior.

“My, what a gorgeous house you have!” Rachel complimented her host. “You and your hubby must pull in a nice pail of water, hmm?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Well, James works hard and recently got his promotion to general management. I guess I struck gold when I landed that one.”

“I’ll say!” Rachel said, running her fingers over the white, Italian leather sofa, her manicured nails matching her pedicure. “I guess I should be flattered that my humble nail salon is attracting your class of clientele.”

Jennifer coughed, awkwardly.

“So, you mentioned you’d be willing to re-do my pedicure with…uhm…something more like…that?” She pointed to Rachel’s feet with her eyes, her pupils dilating.

“Yes,” said Rachel, flexing her toes. “It’s a very pretty shade, isn’t it? And the special gloss that comes with this brand of nail polish has a very unique way of catching the light, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jennifer watched as Rachel fluttered her nails, lifting her foot up a few inches. She found herself nodding to her words as they echoed through her head

Yes. It was a pretty shade…very unique…

“You look a little dazed, honey” Rachel’s voice curled around Jennifer. “Why don’t you take a seat? You have such nice, comfortable furniture. Just take a load off.”

“Uhm…yeah…” Jennifer sighed. Now that she thought about it, she was feeling a bit worn out. It must have been all that shopping. She found herself drifting backward until her body crumpled onto the soft cushions of her sofa.

“You don’t mind if I take a seat too, do you?” Rachel asked, as she eased herself into the adjacent armchair. “It’s been a long day for me too, you know. Taking care of all those finicky customers. Always on my feet. It can be so soothing to just sit down and let your body sink into a nice, soft couch…”

Jennifer felt her body grow heavier. Something about Rachel’s voice had changed, becoming soft and lilting. It made her just want to melt into the cushions, her muscles heavy as lead. Rachel studied the busty woman’s face with her piercing eyes.

She slowly crossed one leg over the other, letting her foot with the sparkling toe ring dangle in front of her, the glittering light drawing Jennifer’s attention like a magnet.

“Now, Jennifer,” said Rachel, tasting the other woman’s first name. “I want you to take a nice, long look at my beautiful toes…just really take in those shiny, pedicured nails. They’re so eye-catching, aren’t they? So hard to ignore…so hard to look away…aren’t they, Jennifer?”

Jennifer stared as Rachel swayed her foot gently back and forth, her lustrous pink nails sparkling like magic, holding her attention. The more she watched, the more content she was to just sink into the warm, sticky feeling of lassitude sapping away her will.

Such pretty, pink sparkles…

“So lovely…so easy to watch them swing back and forth….back and forth…it’s so soothing, isn’t it? It’s like you could watch them all day…because they are so pretty…so shiny…and they make you feel sooo relaaaaxed…and heeeaavvvyy…”

“yeah…relaxed…” Jennifer mumbled. She furrowed her brow, a small flash of alarm sounding inside her brain.

“uhm…w-why…are you…?” Jennifer struggled to even form the question.

“Why am I showing you my pretty, pink, shiiiiiiney nails?” Rachel prompted. “Because I want you to imagine how fetching you’ll look with these pretty, shiny nails…how intriguing you’ll be…how you’ll captivate everyone’s attention…just like I’m captivating yours…you are very captivated, aren’t you?”

Rachel wiggled her toes slowly. The light danced on the glossy toes and her glittering ring, each flash burning away another neuron in Jennifer’s brain.

“…yes,” the dazed woman said before she could think about it

“You’re fascinated by them, aren’t you?”

“…yes…” Jennifer felt her head gently sway with the pretty toes.

“You’re mesmerized by my shiiiiny nails.” Rachel lifted her foot closer to Jennifer’s face. The younger woman’s eyes struggled to focus as Rachel’s words permeated deep into her mind.

“…yes…messsmeriiizzzed…” she said softly, her shoulder slumping.

“Yesss…” Rachel purred, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Mesmerized… hypnotized… completely entranced by my lovely, glossy toes. It feels so wonderful to let yourself get lost in my gleaming nails…my lovely glittering ring…swinging back and forth…back and forth…letting all those silly thoughts get quieter and quieter…until you…just…go…to sleeeeep…”

Rachel let her foot sink lower and lower, watching her suggestions take their toll on Jennifer’s will power. Her head sank down, her torso toppling into the plush armrest of the sofa, making her hefty boobs squish out of her robe. At last her mouth dropped open and her eyes blankly reflected the pretty sparkles beaming from Rachel’s toes.

With a soft chuckle, Rachel uncrossed her legs and stretched out on the fancy armchair. The hard part was done. She had to admit, she had been worried after the tracking sticker she stuck on the bottom of Jennifer’s car led her to a gated community, but she managed to sweet talk her way through by flashing the horny security guard a generous amount of cleavage.

Now came the fun part.

Rachel slid off the armchair and squeezed in next to Jennifer, her round hips pressing into the sleeping woman’s side. Carefully tracing her delicate fingers down Jennifer’s neck, Rachel gently lifted her head off the couch cushion and placed it back down on the warm swell of her breasts. She listened to Jennifer  moan softly and quietly shushed her.

“Shhh…so sleepy…so heavy…drifting along with my voice…still seeing the pretty, shiny toes swinging back and forth in your mind as you sink into my nice, soft pillows…it feels good, doesn’t it sweetie? So nice and relaxing…resting on my sweet, sleepy boobs…letting my voice carry you away…”

Jennifer moaned again, her entire body limp and helpless as a rag doll. Rachel walked her fingers to her ear, rubbing gently as she poured honeyed words into her head.

“You’re so deep now, my sleepy, relaxed girl. So completely at ease, listening to my voice. You love listening to my voice. It makes you feel so happy, so content. You could listen to it all day. Because you know that every word I say is true, don’t you?”

“mmmmmyessssss…” Jennifer mumbled into Rachel’s chest.

“Good…I want you to keep thinking about those pretty, pretty nails that drew your attention so much. They are so compelling, so amazing…they are the prettiest nails you’ve ever seen, aren’t they?”

“yeaahh…so pretty…” Jennifer whispered.

“And you know that pretty women, women with big bank accounts and rich, handsome husbands, love to get their nails done, right? They love to get a little mani-pedi and show off how fancy and powerful they are, right?”

“y-yes?” Jennifer muttered, struggling to keep up with Rachel’s logic. Rachel ran her fingernails through Jennifer’s gold hair, playing with her like a sleepy kitty.

“Keep seeing my shiny nails… my pretty ring… everything I say is true…”

Jennifer sighed dropping deeper into her trance. “Yesssss…”

“You love my beautiful nails…they are so much better than your ugly, dirt cream nail job…who has the best mani-pedi, honey?”

“Y-you do…”

Rachel smirked. “That’s right. I have the fanciest, shiniest pedicure you’ve ever seen. So, I must be the fanciest, more powerful lady you’ve ever seen.” She leaned down closer, whispering straight into Jennifer’s ear. “Isn’t that right?”

She dug in her nails behind Jennifer’s ear a touch harder, like a talon, making her gasp.

“y-y-yes!” she mewled.

“I want you to picture something for me.” Rachel brought her other hand up to Jennifer’s scalp, massaging under her hair, overwhelming the poor woman with waves of pleasure. “Imagine yourself down on your knees, kneeling in front of me while I sit on that big, expensive armchair of yours. You’re kneeling in front of me, watching my foot swinging back and forth, your eyes helplessly watching my pretty ring as I move my foot in slow circles around and around…around…and around…”

Rachel guided Jennifer’s sleepy head in small circles.

“I’m towering above you. I am so glorious, like a divine queen. You feel happy below me, at my feet. You feel a strong desire to serve me, to pamper me, to let me take everything you own, because I am your queen. You know that I am your ruler as you follow my shiny nails around and around…”

Jennifer’s head was spiraling on her neck, completely lost to Rachel’s seductive words and the images they painted inside the blank canvas of her mind. Rachel traced her fingernails down Jennifer’s face, gently scratching under her chin as she guided the entranced woman to sit upright on the couch. She beckoned with the tip of her fingernail, leading Jennifer forward and down to the floor. She followed Rachel’s unspoken commands like a mindless zombie.

Sitting back in the armchair, Rachel moved Jennifer’s body around like a puppet tied to her finger. She tapped gently on the entranced woman’s forehead and made her sit up straight like a begging puppy, her head as empty as a floating balloon. She rested there, swaying slightly with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips as Rachel sat in the throne-like chair.

She kicked off her suede sandals and let her foot dangle in front of the kneeling woman’s face.

“Now Jenny,” Rachel commanded. “When I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes and see the foot of your queen. Once you do, you will immediately know your place and you will do whatever your queen says. Do you understand?”

“..yesss..” A far away voice escaped Jennifer’s lips. Rachel circled her thumb and second finger together, savoring the anticipation, and then clicked them together.

SNAP!

Jennifer’s eyes fluttered wide open. Her mouth parted as she gazed up at the regal sight of her ruler lording over her from a glorious throne.

“Who am I, peasant?” asked Rachel, lifting her chin above the valley of her swelling cleavage.

“You are…my queen, your highness.” As soon as Jennifer said the words, they locked into her psyche. Queen Rachel lifted up her foot, clad only with the single piece of jewelry.

“Kiss my ring!”

“Yes, your highness” Jennifer clasped her hand around Rachel’s dainty foot and swore her fealty, planting a kiss on the ruby shining from her toe ring.

“Good. Now pamper your queen, slave!” She reached into her bag resting on top of the nightstand and handed Jennifer a bottle of scented oil. “Rub my feet with ointment and massage away the stress. You will obey me without hesitation!”

“Yes, my queen!” Jennifer said, wasting no time squirting gobs of oil on her hands and rubbing them into Rachel’s arches, tenderizing and spreading the balls of her feet while Rachel hummed with pleasure.

“Very good, slave. I own you. Say that for me, my pretty.”

“You own me, your highness…” Jennifer recited, mindlessly.

“I own your house.”

“You own my house...”

“I own your property and all your money. They are now my royal possessions.”

“You own all my money and my property. I will gladly give them to my queen…”

“And,” Rachel said, bending low to cup Jennifer’s chin with her hand. She tilted the lowly woman’s gaze up to stare into her eyes.

“I will own your husband and his cock forever more. Won’t I, slave?”

“Y-y-y…” Jennifer tried to break free, but couldn’t tear herself away from those green eyes that practically glowed with power.

“Yessss…You will own my husband…and his cock…”

Rachel raised her arms, cradling her head in her hands and let Jennifer go on with her foot massage.

“Good slave.”

James came home just before dark, another day full of meetings, video conferences, and no short amount of stress behind him. He was looking forward to working out his frustrations on Jennifer’s tight pussy after a quick dinner, but he stopped, frowning as he recognized another car, a beat up Mitsubishi, next to his wife’s mini Cooper. He parked on the street and marched into his house, blustering with jealousy.

“Babe?!” he called from the doorway. “Who’s car is that in my driveway?”

“Mine!” came an unfamiliar, feminine voice from the dining room. “And they’re both my cars now, James. Why don’t you come in, and we can talk all about it?”

James froze mid-step. He didn’t know what was happening but whatever it was, he wasn’t expecting to hear another woman’s voice. He put down his carrier case and slowly made his way down the hall towards the voice, noticing the tempting aroma of hot food wafting from the dining room.

His wife never cooked. They typically just ordered in from the upscale bistro downtown. What was going on?

Rounding the corner, he gaped to see the table set with plates of hot, delicious, home-cooked food. Bowls of mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus framed a serving tray of steaming roast beef set in the center, flanked by two elegant candles in their finest sliver candleholders. James’ eyes drifted further and nearly popped out of his head when he saw who was sitting at the head of the table.

A stunning, olive-skinned lady with impeccably styled hair gazed back at him, a glass of red wine in her manicured hand. She wore a shimmering, indigo silk kimono that barely concealed the swell of her bust, the lapel pulled out to display a scandalous amount of cleavage. James stared, shocked at this unfamiliar woman for a few seconds when it suddenly dawned on him.

That was his wife’s kimono. The one he had bought for her on their last anniversary.

“Who…who the hell are you?” James demanded, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Oh, honey,” Rachel smiled, her plush lips the same color as the wine. “I’m your new wife. And I’m now in charge of every little piece of you.”

“Okay. Let’s try this again,” James said, planting his feet, his voice steady. “I’ll give you to the count of three to tell me where my real wife is and then I suggest you get the hell out of here before the police show up.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows enticingly at the incensed man, but never lost her cool, confident smile.

“Well, when you put it that way…” She raised a silver bell with her left hand, gently ringing it with a twist of her fingers. “Oh, Jenny-jen!”

James’ head snapped to the kitchen hallway as Jennifer shuffled her way into the room. He barely recognized her. His once elegant, self-assured, (occasionally bitchy) wife was wearing a French maid’s outfit, her long, tapered legs growing out of a short, frilly skirt with a lace apron. Her hair was tied back with a matching bonnet, but more jarring than anything was the glassy-eyed look of submission on her face.

She marched over to Rachel’s side and curtsied. “You rang, m’lady?”

“Jenny, dear,” Rachel said, her eyes still leering at James. “Who set the table and made this delicious meal I see in front of me?”

Jennifer blinked and cocked her head like it was the most obvious question in the world. “I did, m’lady!”

“And why did you do those things, Jenny, dear?”

Jennifer blinked as the answer popped into her vacant mind.

“Because you are my queen, m’lady, and I must serve and obey you.”

Rachel set down her goblet of wine and stroked Jennifer’s arm reassuringly. “That’s right,” she cooed and gently turned Jennifer to face her husband. “And do you see that man there? Who is he, Jenny?”

Jennifer stared blankly at her husband before reciting, “He is your property m’lady. Everything I have belongs to you.”

Rachel smiled and beckoned Jennifer to bring her head lower as she talked softly into her ear.

“And now, are you ready to do the thing we talked about, sweetie?”

“Y-yes, m’lady,” Jennifer said, staring into the other woman’s green eyes. Rachel nodded and Jennifer stood up straight. She sauntered over to her husband, a seductive sway in her step.

James finally roused himself from the shock of seeing this total stranger lording over his wife and took a step to meet Jennifer.

“Jen. Babe. What is going on? Is this person blackmailing you? Talk to me!”

Jennifer only stared her husband in the eye and ran her hands over his broad shoulders, her nails lightly scratching his arms.

“Just relax, honey. Everything is ok. Everything is fine. Queen Rachel will explain it all to you. Trust me. You’re going to enjoy this. Just listen to Queen Rachel. Trust me…”

She gently pushed James back until his legs hit the seat of one of the chairs, her slender fingers coaxing him to sit down. James’ head was spinning. He knew that something was seriously out of place, but the sudden heat coming from Jennifer’s eyes made him hesitate. Was this some kind of kinky surprise his wife had set up for him? A hot fantasy that she had hired a sex worker to help act out? He struggled to decide what to do as Jennifer slid behind him and continued to run her fingers over his shoulder and through his hair.

Meanwhile, Rachel had gotten up from her seat and stalked closer, her crystal wine glass in hand. She waited for Jennifer to pacify her husband before holding the glass out in front of her, tracing the edge with her other index finger. James’ eyes instinctively followed the slow, circular motion of her glittering, pink nail.

“You see, James?” Rachel said, smiling over the rim of the glass. “There’s nothing to worry about. Your wife is fine. She just wants you to relax…to enjoy yourself…just relax…enjoy…”

James felt his wife’s hands smoothing out all the tension from his shoulders as his eyes followed Rachel’s finger go around and around…and around. He found himself breathing slower. The woman was right. He was feeling more relaxed.

“More and more relaxed…just letting your wife take care of you…just watching my finger go around and around…around and around…”

Flints of light gleamed off the tip of Rachel’s index finger as she circled it slowly, bringing the glass closer and closer to James’ face. Something in her voice was making his mind feel thick and foggy, like he had pulled an all-nighter and was having trouble focusing on the simplest thing. The light glinting off her polished fingernails was also straining his eyes, draining his resolve. It was just so much easier to let Jennifer continue stroking his neck and shoulders as he watched the pretty finger moving over the wine glass.

“That’s good, James…just letting yourself drift and float…like your eyes are glued to my shiny fingernail…letting it drag your mind around and around…down and down…deeper and deeper…around and down…”

James’ eyes began to flutter as his wife ran her hand up his scalp, gently coaxing his head to dip forward just a little bit.

With a start, James gasped and tried to jump to his feet. Jennifer pressed him back down into the chair.

“Wait! Is this what you did to my wife? Play some kind of mind game with her? What the…wha--!”

James’ voice cut off as Rachel pulled on the cord to the kimono, letting two large, brown breasts tumble free. They bounced in front of James’ face stunning him into silence. His mind reeled as he caught sight of her nipples, capped with two small gold discs each with a glittering ruby set in the center. She swayed her torso left and right, grinning as she watched James’ head helplessly follow along, his eyes popping open.

“Yes, James…I hypnotized your wife and made her my obedient little slave…I just reached into her mind and turned it to mush…but I couldn’t do the same to you, you big strong man…but I know something that never fails to catch a man’s attention. There’s nothing like a big pair of bouncy boobs to drain away all that will from your silly head and make it fill up that big, dumb brain between your legs…my pretty, shiny rubies so fascinating…my big, sexy tits getting you hard…”

She shimmied her tits in James’ face, watching his eyes open wide. “Isn’t that right, handsome?”

James’ mouth opened and then closed, his every thought disappearing spiraling into the double gemstones gleaming at him as Rachels’ breasts swung around and around…just like she had moved her finger around the wine glass…around and around…ruby red wine…shiny red rubies on her gorgeous, perky tits…

Rachel champed with confidence, and raised the wine glass above her, never ceasing her hypnotic titty dance. She tilted her hand, allowing a small trickle of sweet, red wine to spill over the swell of her chest, draining into the lush valley of her cleavage, and flowing in thick rivulets over her jewel-capped nipples. She deftly placed the long stem of the glass between her cleavage, using her upper arms to squeeze her rack together, skillfully keeping the fine crystal glass solidly wedged between her breasts. She leaned forward, swinging the wine directly under James’ nose, tantalizing him with its fragrant bouquet wafting and mixing with the scent of her tits.

“Don’t resist, James…You can’t resist…Let me make you nice and drunk off my tits…so dizzy and tipsy…so horny and stupid… watching the deep red rubies…smelling the lovely red wine…one little taste of my sweet titty nectar and you’ll surrender everything to me…your mind…your money…your cock…helpless to say no to my slightest whim…you know  that’s what you want…ready to take your first taste of utter devotion to your new queen…here it comes…closer and closer… in 3…2…1…aaannnddd…”

Rachel tilted forward at her waist, spilling her bosom into James’ face and bringing the lip of the wine glass to his mouth. Before James could process what was happening, his jaw opened and he gulped down a heavy mouthful of the delicious sacrament, feeling it warm his cheeks and send his head spinning. He felt the alcohol spread through his stomach and tingle in his loins even as a small rivulet dribbled down his chin, his head supported by Jennifer’s silky hands. Rachel cooed graciously at him and finally leaned back, taking the expensive glass out of her tits and holding it high in the air.

“Cheers!” she laughed, before tossing it over her shoulder, letting the half-full glass shatter against the wall. She would get her new maid to clean it up later.

“Jenny! Let’s give my new man some attention a little lower, please!” Rachel said, encasing her fingers around a fistful of James’ hair, as his head bobbled drunkenly on his shoulders.

“Yes, m’lady!” Jenny chirped with a smile and immediately circled around the chair and knelt between James’ legs. Her hands quickly undid his belt and fished out his stiff prick. James babbled incoherently as Jennifer worked him over with her hands and mouth, pressing all the right buttons that she had discovered in the four years of their marriage. Meanwhile, Rachel pulled off the silk cord of her kimono and wrapped it around James’ wrists, securing his hands behind the back of the chair. She ran her fingers down his broad shoulders and chest, her full breasts pressing into the back of his head and neck.

“Isn’t this wonderful, James? To be pampered by two thicc, hot women. Your wife and your new maid. But you’re so drunk, so tipsy and woozy from my lovely titties around your head, my pretty rubies dazzling your mind, to remember who’s who!”

Rachel circled her fingers around James’ face, tilting his head back and gently drumming her nails across his forehead.

“Well, I can help clarify things for you. You see, it only makes sense the woman kneeling at your feet is below you…subservient to you…that’s not your wife…your wife is above you…she rules your life…she fills you with desire…she wraps you in her bounteous love…”

Rachel used her hands to smoosh her breasts around James’ ears and face, covering his eyes in warm, jiggly tit flesh.

“…just like this…So tell me, James…” She moved her breasts out of the way to gaze down at James’ eyes. “Who is your wife?”

James gasped, struggling to breathe, to think, the smallest spark of resistance still smoldering in his face.

“Uh…uh…”

Rachel flicked her eyes to Jennifer, commanding her silently. The entranced woman immediately took her hands of James’ cock and pulled up a chair across from his. Sitting down, she opened her legs and pulled her bare feet close to her body, kicking off her work slippers and producing a small bottle of lotion. She slathered the thick, heady lotion into her feet, spreading the creamy lather over her pink soles and between her toes. Arching her back slightly, she raised her legs from the seat of the chair and enveloped James’ erection between her soft, slippery feet, gently squeezing his balls and shaft.

James could feel his brain melting as the lotion worked its way into his skin, electrifying every nerve in his cock. His eyes rolled between the heavy curtain of titties over above him and the enticing view of Jennifer’s exposed crotched as she worked his prick over with her feet. He could see her puffy labia under her frilly skirt, glistening with arousal. His vision began to blur as he felt the familiar pressure of an orgasm building under the feet softly stroking his cock.

“Let’s try this again,” Rachel said, jumbling her breasts around James’ head, back and forth, in and out, her glittering rubies peeking at him from her nipples. “Who is the woman below you…tell me now, James…”

The words bubbled out of James’ mouth. “She’s…my…servant…my maid…”

Jennifer moaned at her own degradation and gave James an extra squeeze and twist with her slick feet.

“And who am I, James? Who is the women wrapping you up in her tits?…Her love?…Her power?”

She buried James’s head in her cleavage, completely covering his eyes, nose, and mouth in the warm prison, the fumes of the wine still lingering to her skin. It felt like James’s brain was being squeezed with a vice made of pure pleasure, his every thought completely yoked to this irresistible woman’s will.

“You…are…my wife! My mistress! My queen!!” He railed, his brain completely scrambled in the oven of Rachel’s miraculous tits.

Rachel beamed, glancing at the pleasure-broken man and the mindless woman haplessly pleasuring him like her life depended on it, her total domination over the two of them at last complete. She bent low and planted a kiss on James’s forehead.

“Well done, my loyal husband…now cum.”

A geyser of hot jizz erupted from James’s cock, spurting jet after jet onto Jennifer’s apron. The subjugated woman gazed at her former husband’s ejaculation in rapt wonder, letting his juices drip down over her soles, her hips bucking against the chair in sympathetic pleasure.

At last, James’s orgasm subsided and Rachel felt his body slump in complete surrender to her control.

“Isn’t that much better, my lovelies. Why don’t you both just take a little nap?”

Her gentle command was all the couple needed to drift off into slumber.

“Well now, my lovely pets,” Rachel said, flipping through her email on her phone the next morning. She was seated on the same leather armchair from which she had entranced Jennifer the previous day. “I’ve contacted the notary, and your accountant. They were a bit confused at first, but thanks to your ever-so-convincing testimony, they are preparing the documents as we speak. Isn’t that exciting?”

She looked down at the doting couple kneeling before her. Jennifer was wearing her maid’s outfit again, freshly pressed after she had washed off her ex-husband’s semen from the fabric. James knelt next to her, dressed in his work slacks and nothing else. Rachel discovered that James had quite the physique and got a thrill having him walking around the house showing off his fit body for her amusement. The two of them were eagerly pampering her bare feet, Jenniefer filing and painting the toes on her right, while James massaged her left with his strong, tireless hands. They nodded and chanted their agreement.

“Yes, m’lady…” They droned in unison.

“And after we finalize the change of ownership for the house, the cars, the 401K  and stock portfolios, I was thinking of celebrating with a nice full body massage from you, Jamesy—” she pointed delicately with her finger, “my big, strong husband, while Jenny maid there practices her cunnilingus skills that we went over last night. I trust there are no objections?”

“None, m’lady! We live to serve our queen…” The couple responded with blank, passive smiles.

“That’s what I thought, and don’t worry, Jamesy dear,” she smirked. “Do a good job with my massage and I’ll let you work out all that tension on the maid afterwards, in any position you want.”

A lustful gleam crossed James’s face at the thought. “Thank you, dear!”

“Of course, love. You deserve compensation for being the best, most doting, obedient husband a queen like me could want.” She took a long sip of her white wine spritzer and smiled lasciviously to herself.

“And, unlike some ungrateful brats I could name, I always include a generous tip!”