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The Taming of the Slut
🕑 Added 2024-05-03 23:00:03 +0000 UTCThis was gonna be one interesting evening!
It had been, what? Four years now since Ron had graduated from college? In that time he'd done what most folks his age did: found an internship, then a job, and then another one. Moved twice. Got a cat. Dated a few folks. But all that time…
Well, he didn't like to sound sappy. But he hadn't yet forgotten her.
He strode up the sidewalk now, heartbeat more than a little elevated. Oh yes, her. Mandy: the heartthrob of his college friend group. The busty, loud-mouthed, shameless history major. The girl who laughingly called herself a hopeless slut. Who had openly bragged about how she'd fucked every single member of the football team – in her sophomore year. And who had held for years now the leading role in Ron's most private fantasies.
Yeah, that was "Randy Mandy," all right. Hard to believe she was actually married now.
He rang the elegant doorbell, glancing wryly around at the immaculately groomed shrubbery of this seriously expensive house. Well, she certainly hadn't made a mistake in finding a guy with money, had she? Investment bankers like this Jacob fellow were in their own class, that was for sure. This place was definitely far more than he ever could have given her – even if she had been serious about him…
The door opened. "Hello and welcome! You must be Ron, is that right? So glad you found us! Come in, come in!" And in Ron dutifully stepped, momentarily taken aback by his host's appearance. Probably more from envy than anything, he'd expected Jacob to be some smarmy little suit-wearing weasel. But this guy… wow. He was tall. Dressed in a suit and tie. Hair neatly trimmed and smoothed, his clean-shaven jaw square and sharp. Heck, he looked ready to head onto to the red carpet… or maybe a gubernatorial debate.
"Thanks for having me," Ron offered, gazing politely about him – ostensibly at the luxurious furnishings, but privately in hopes of catching a first glimpse of the lady of the house. "I was just, you know, passing through. And I thought it would be great to chat, um, with Mandy-"
"Of course, of course! Not many of Mandy's classmates seem to be able to forget her," Jacob chuckled, and now he was gallantly gesturing toward the spacious living room, complete with a piano and a tastefully modern set of furniture. "We were so happy to get your message! I think it's so incredibly important for her to keep up all of those intimate connections she's made over the years. Don't you agree, dear?"
This last sentence was pitched louder, clearly addressed at the as-yet unseen Mandy. Ron eagerly followed Jacob's gaze to the end of the room and the open doorway that presumably led to the kitchen. This was it! His pulse quickened at the thought. Mandy would be here now. She would look so amazing – so sexy – so well-off and elegant-
Or maybe not. Because the red-faced figure that slowly stepped around the corner was probably the furthest from elegant that anyone could imagine.
Gone was her long blonde hair: snipped short and blunt, and done up in two unkempt pigtails. Gone too was her makeup – and her clothes, for the most part. All she now seemed to be wearing, Ron realized with a blast of horrified fascination, was the stuff of a fetish fantasy. A lacy white bib embroidered with a pink cursive "Slut." A pink leather posture collar, snug and wide. Matching pink bondage mitts on each hand, tethered to her collar with formidably strong steel chains. And to crown it all… a puffy, bulging, baby-pink diaper taped tightly around her waist.
Jacob's voice rang out again, sharp with insistence. "Baby, you heard me! Come on out and say hi to your old friend! Or do you need another session over my knee?"
At that, the blushing Mandy shuffled closer, her babyish undergarment crinkling loudly with every movement. Her eyes, so formerly bold and saucy, were downcast in mute, pleading embarrassment. Her hands tugged fitfully in their bonds, trying and failing to slip shamefully behind her, and then settling for awkwardly attempting to cover her exposed and luscious breasts.
"Uh-" Ron began, but found no words. What on earth-?! Was this some kind of freaky prank? What was this smartly-dressed banker thinking, bringing someone in to see his wife like- like this? And Mandy… she couldn't possibly want this-!
"You have something to say to your friend, baby?" Jacob's tone was quietly threatening – the tone one might use to prompt a little kid on the verge of disobeying. "You said you didn't want your dummy when your friend came, remember? But if you don't have anything to say-"
"Hey, Ron-" she managed weakly, her voice husky and trembling with evident shame. "I- uh… it's been awhile…"
"Yes, it has, baby," Jacob laughed heartily. "Let's see, it's been, what? Five years since you fucked this particular guy?" Ron's polite smile froze at the words, and Mandy too blushed a deeper shade of pink. But even as the awkward silence fell, Jacob chuckled again and bent to produce something from the nearby end table. "My baby did have one active social life before she settled down, didn't she? Now then, baby – I've decided you're done talking now. Little girlies should be seen and not heard, after all!"
Before Ron's wide-eyed gaze he grinned and thrust the device into his wife's passively yielding mouth. It was… a dildo? Something long and rubbery and phallic, for sure – but this one ended in a giant pacifier-like shield, replete with another strong leather strap. Around her short-cropped head he deftly strung it, the straps drawing tight and securing with a click of finality. "There, nice and quiet again," Jacob grinned, dealing the quietly gurgling Mandy a condescending pat. "My wife does love her cock dummy. I'm sure nothing's changed there, hmm?"
Ron fumbled for words, no longer even sure where to look – much less what to say. "Um… hehe, I guess…" But Jacob, clearly aware of his discomposure, turned to him and flashed a soothing smile. "Of course you must have a lot of questions. First of all, I'm sure you must remember how, ahem, promiscuous my wife has been? Like I said – she even had a fling with you, right?"
Ron gulped, eyes shifting from the mutely staring Mandy to his pleasantly smiling host. "Um, well… it was just one night," he began, heart hammering at the memory. Oh, it had been one hell of a night for him. She'd thrown him down… ridden his face… begged to suck his cock and bragged about swallowing every drop…
"As it was for many, many guys and girls," Jacob nodded, gesturing with a wry smile at his captive subject. "She was incorrigible – dangerous, even. And you know what? If it was just that in isolation, I honestly wouldn't mind. It's her body and her choice, after all, and being poly and swinging and whatever else is totally fine. But the thing is… it's all fun and games until you start lying to people, then threatening your own health and the health of your partners."
He paused, a pregnant silence building… and then diffusing as he chuckled softly. "Oh, I don't owe you a detailed story of everything that went on. I don't need to give you a blow-by-blow account of how she lied that I was the only one she'd ever want, or how she took vows to be true and faithful to me and me alone. You definitely don't need to hear how many guys and gals I found her fucking on the sly within weeks of our wedding. And when I found that she was actually planning to sneak off and for a full-on orgy in a place known for being a breeding ground for HIV…"
Jacob smiled wryly and gestured over at the crestfallen face of his wife. "I knew it was high time I took this little slut of mine in hand. Which meant, among other things, finding how to keep that rampant sex drive of hers firmly under control."
Ron opened his mouth… then shut it again. His eyes slid unwillingly down over Mandy's lovely, massive breasts, peeking out from behind the frilly absurdity of a bib. Down there between her legs was… well, a diaper. A giant, visibly soiled badge of shame. Was that what Jacob meant by keeping her "under control"?
Jacob shrugged and bent once more to the end table. "Oh, it was easier than I thought in the end. You see her, right? Nowadays she gets to be the naked little bimbo slut she's always wanted to be… but only with me or with her lovely, thick diapers." He chuckled and flourished a slim little plastic remote, then offered it to Ron with a smile. "Here, why don't you give this a try? You'll see what I mean soon enough!"
Ron hesitated, then slowly took the thing from his host's hand. "Go on – power it up," Jacob encouraged. "Level settings are on the left, mode on the right." Ron's finger obediently pressed down on the ON button… and Mandy flinched visibly as a strident hum radiated out from the thick wet padding between her legs.
"It's a state-of-the-art vaginal vibrator," his host chuckled, his eyes bright with interest as Mandy squirmed softly in place. "See, she wasn't keen on diaper chastity at first – or so she said. But when I caught her humping her brains out on our sofa one afternoon, I decided to modify it like this."
He bent forward and gave a paternal pat to the thickened, humming diaper bulge between her thighs. "Now that she's wearing a vibe 24/7, it's not even chastity, really! She gets to cum in her pants as often as she wants – or more precisely, every time she's a good girl. You know, when she gives me good head. When she fills her diaper. When she does exactly as she's told, no matter what…"
"You know: like coming out and showing her old fuck-buddy what a sweet little baby slut she is."
He reached over to tweak the buttons. Before Ron's eyes, Mandy crumpled to the polished floor, face contorting in shame and unwilling pleasure. From behind her gag came the weak, protesting whimpers of a woman whose lustful body was betraying her. Her mittened hands tugged fruitlessly on the straps, the metal links clinking softly in the awkward silence. Her thighs clenched, the soiled bulk of her wet diaper barely audible as it squelched in response. She was truly helpless now: helpless to her body's lust, and the thrilling waves of vibrations inside her, and the intoxicating pleasure of being publicly shown off and humiliated…
Wow, Ron marveled, his eyes no longer able to leave the intoxicating spectacle before him. This was… something else! It was weird as heck, and maybe even wrong. But right now that didn't matter. All he wanted was to keep on watching… keep on listening…keep on tweaking the buttons.
After all, it wasn't every evening that you got to see your college heartthrob whimpering on the brink of orgasm, was it?
Comments
Paul Bennett
I don't think Shakespeare would have thought that his title of 'Shaming of the Shrew; ' would have such a drastic different story arc with just the changing of one word of the title. However; while I am no Shakespeare I know that this story was hot af.
