“You… you… you bastard, you tricked me!” Angelic spat under her breath as she sat in the chair across from me.
I nodded my head and smiled, “Well, it only seemed fair considering what you were trying to do…” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.
Then I held up my hand, the back of it facing her, and rubbed the gold ring with several small rubies embedded into it.
She let out a moan as her head fell backwards, “St… stop that!” she cried out.
I chuckled and put my hand back down onto the arm of my chair. She recovered after a few moments and got back to glaring at me.
“S… so now what?” she asked.
“Well, I’m not against keeping things simple, but honestly I’m more interested in what your plan was going to be.” I replied and her eyes went a little wide.
I closed my eyes and focused on the ring on my finger, after a moment, both it and the ruby dangling around Angelic’s neck glowed faintly and her whole body quivered for a moment.
“There, now you can’t lie to me any more. So, tell me, what was your plan.” I commanded her.
Her face twisted as she fought against it, but it wasn’t long before it was obvious she couldn’t resist for long.
“Fine!” she finally spat and crossed her arms under her tits, “I was going to… make you sign everything over to me… and then dump you in the slum pits.”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Really? You’re that unhappy?” I asked.
The slum pits was were the worst of the worst magical mistakes lived. Twisted, deformed, psychotic, and just plain out of control. Most people only whispered about it under their breath, if at all.
“Yes you bastard! I am! I married you so I could have an easy life with access to your magic to make myself beautiful and young! Not to be some sex toy for you to play with whenever you wanted to!”
I sighed and shook my head, “I don’t think that sex once a week with your husband, which from your orgasms you seemed to enjoy quite a bit, really counts as treating you like a sex toy.”
He mouth clapped shut and she just stared at me.
“Well, I’m not as vindictive as you so I won’t be sending you to the slum pits, but it does seem like our marriage is over.” I finally said and held up the ring on my finger again.
I’d set the trap for her weeks ago, when it had become apparent she was looking for a way out. It was easy enough really, she knew I worked on these kinds of magical enchantments all the time. A matched set of jewelry where one item was the control, the other the controller.
So I let slip I was working on such a set for a client, a female client, that wanted to control her husband, consensually of course.
I’d finished it last night, set it aside in my workshop in a nice ornate case, and then headed to bed. I felt her slip the ring on my finger this morning as I woke up and I knew it was done.
I’d of course lied about which was the control and which was the controller, giving me complete control over her. Her eyes had gone wide when I’d commanded her into the chair and she’d cried out obscenities for quite a while before she calmed down enough for us to have an actual conversation.
“Well the good news is that you’re going to get your wish, youth and beauty will be yours for a very long time. The bad news…” I said and then closed my eyes and focused on the ring again, “…is that I know of a perfect little brothel where you really will be little more than a sex toy.”
“No! You can’t do this to me… like… oh… my titties!” she cried out as the magic of the pendant engulfed her.
Her already impressive tits ballooned outward and upward, her bra changing just as much to try and keep them contained.
“Please… like, uhm… I’ll be a totally good wife from now on… eeep!” she let out as she felt her waist constrict and noticed her dark hair starting to fade in colour.
“Oh my gawd! Like, you’re gonna make me a total bimbo!” she cried out in her new high pitched voice that had a little lisp to it due to her lips puffing up as well.
Finally her eyes rolled back in her head as the magic swirled around in her head.
“GAAAAWWWWDDDDD! giggle I’ll be the best little cock sucking bimbo for you baby! I totally don’t wanna go to the broth… broth… like, whore house! giggle Ugh… like… don’t I? giggle But, like, I’d get to suck sooooo many cock there! And all those hot guys would totally fuck me! giggle Like, they might even fuck me in the ass! giggle Like, that would be soooo coool!”
I opened my eyes and looked across at the new Angelic and smiled. She giggled and gave her tits a shake before slowly licking her lips.
“Hey baby, like, do you wanna fuck my ass?”
I nodded and she let out a little squeal.
“Oh my gawd, like that’s awesome! giggle” then jumped out and wiggled her ass over and fell down to her knees.
“Like, just let me suck your cock a bit so it’s nice and hard before you stick it in my ass baby!” then she dove down and sucked my dick like she had never done before.
I gently reached around behind her neck and unclipped the necklace, setting it on the table beside me. I watched her head bobbing up and down and wondered if maybe I should keep her at the house for a little while before sending her off to the brothel.
I reached down and grabbed her head, pushing her all the way down and holding her there for a moment until she gurgled and I let her up.
There wasn’t really a point in keeping her, there were a line of similarly ambitious young women lined up down the street to take her place, perhaps the next one would last longer.
The brothel already had half a dozen of my ex-wives, maybe after I’d send Angelic down to it I’d take a trip down memory lane with a few of them before I committed to my next wife.
