“Ah Stella, how ya making out?” I asked as I walked into the small room and smiled.
“You… you bastard… undo this right now!” Stella shot back, a menacing look on her face that was completely ineffectual.
“Why I have no idea what you mean?” I shot back with a chuckle and obvious faint.
Before she could answer I walked over and gently placed my thumb on her lower lip, she quickly sucked it into her mouth and gently bobbed back and forth, her eyes still on fire with anger.
“Isn’t that better?” I asked but she couldn’t reply with her lips wrapped around my thumb.
I let out a sigh and shook my head, “You know there was a time I treated you like a queen and would have given you anything you asked for. The sun, the moon, the stars, and certainly your freedom. But that was before you decided loyalty meant nothing and you betrayed me.”
Slowly the anger in her eyes faded, replaced with docility and something else, hunger.
I pulled my thumb back and she followed it for a moment before it finally slipped from her lips, “No!” she cried and her eyes followed my thumb back down to my side.
“Compliance mode please.” I said flatly and her eyes went wide for a moment before half closing and her whole demeanor slumped.
“Stand up.” I commanded and she complied immediately.
“Follow me.” was my next command and she quickly fell in behind me as I walked out of the small room and into the main basement area. I lead her up stairs to the main foyer where two men in white uniforms were standing. One of them had a white overcoat in his hands that he quickly draped over her shoulders and closed around her, then topped her head with a broad rimmed white hat and placed a set of dark sunglasses on her face.
I turned to the other man with a smile, “How long?” I asked.
“Doc says a week at least, more likely two. He’ll contact you with a more firm delivery date in a few days.” I nodded and then turned back to my ex-wife.
This was the first time she’d been out of the basement in at least six months, and when she returned it would be just as long at least before she left it again. Her friends and family thought she was overseas, touring Europe, having the time of her life. Though the updates they received had been getting fewer and farther in between, it would still be another year or so before she simply disappeared from their lives entirely.
As for Stella, when she returned she’d have a new set of tits and a whole new library of sexual knowledge that the Doc had developed since her first visit to him.
The men escorted Stella from my home and into the waiting limo, they were off to the airport to take the private jet to the Docs compound, wherever that might be.
I closed the door and headed back down to the basement with a cheerful whistle on my lips. Just outside of Stella’s “throne” room, where she spent most of her time, was a pile of boxes and tools.
I was no carpenter, but with a week or two of time on my hands, I thought her throne deserved a few updates while she was away. Cuffs for her hands and feet, mountable stirrups, a removable seat hole for her head, mountable dildos, you know… just some small changes to make her time more interesting.
I picked up the first box and started to unpack what was inside, looking forwards to my first task and eager for her to return to make use of my hard work.
