The Magic Words That Sissified My Husband - Chapter 1
The more the words filled her ears, the less the world had edges. What was once defined diffused into a soft haze. It bled into everything it touched: his tongue in her cunt, his cock in her hand, her nipple between his teeth. She arched her back and thought she might scream, but the sound caught in her throat. He never stopped whispering.
She could almost count each beautiful inch of him as he slid out of her until the head of his cock rested gently on the yawning opening. His body loomed over her, and she braced herself for his reentry.
He stayed still, waiting for her to look into his eyes. When she did, she felt an audible gasp escape her lips. His eyes penetrated her deeper than any of his other body parts had thus far. She felt a vector from each pupil enter at her own eyes, travel down through her spine, sending surges of sensation coursing through every vein, sweeping down every limb.
She felt it go all the way through her and blow out her toes. Only when the energy had wracked her whole body did he lower his massive form into her and begin to fill her up. It felt as though he was disappearing into her, his cock simply becoming part of her as he entered her over and over again. But soon, she understood, he was not disappearing into her, but the other way around.
She was becoming an extension of him, a part of his whole.
She had never been particularly interested in religion besides a few stoned "what does it all mean" conversations in youth. Still, now she suddenly understood the idea of God and why so many people seemed to be searching for it. Here it was, she had found it when she didn't even know she was looking. As each thrust burrowed more profound and deeper into her being, she suddenly understood the "Why" of life and for the first time. She felt what she could only label as true peace.
He never stopped whispering the words into her ear. They had not made much sense at first, but the more she heard them, the more they became an anchor in her mind: obedience is pleasure, submission is release, control is complete.
As her body was rocked by wave after wave of orgasm, she could feel the pathways of her mind rearranging themselves, like train tracks switching at a station. She was aware she was being transformed but could neither resist nor find the emotional ground to feel angry. What was she losing? What was her old life anyway?
Her old life... She thought of her husband, her co-workers, her friends, and her parents. They seemed nothing more than players who were walking through a role they had been assigned, and one they weren't even enjoying. She did not feel a thing for them except pity.
He lifted her off the bed in a single motion, her small body weightless in his well-toned arms. He was solid as a tree, and his dark hair framed his stone cut face. His expression could have been a mask for how much it fluctuated. The only part of his visage that showed any sign that he was a living man was his eyes, burning with black fire.
He hoisted her in the air and impaled her on his iron rod like he was preparing to roast her over a fire. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolled from her mouth, a trickle of saliva dripping off and landing on her breast already sheening with sweat. His hands wrapped around her shoulders, lifted her slowly, causing her to feel every inch of him slide out of her. She could feel her pussy suctioning around him like it was trying to suck him back in.
A new type of pleasure appeared in her lower abdomen, quickly ignited and growing. He continued to repeat the move, slamming her down hard onto his cock and then slowly dragging her off, cunt first. Each time he drove in, she gasped, and every time he slid her off, she groaned.
The feeling in her lower bowels was growing, a volcanic heat that seemed to slosh around inside her, increasing as he began to increase his speed slowly.
He pistoned into her like they were both parts of a high-performance engine. Her arms snaked around his neck like she was holding to a cliffside. And as she felt her pleasure cresting, he stopped, and the world stopped; he stood there with her positioned right above his manhood, the tip just teasing open her lips enough to drive her mad with anticipation.
She whipped her head back to look at him, wondering why it had all come to a halt. Their eyes locked for a moment before he slowly leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Ajji Majji la Tarajji."
Then he pulled her down hard onto his cock. She erupted.
She had never ejaculated like this, like a fountain, had not known she was even physically capable of it. It was as if her will was shooting from her sex in a geyser, and all that was left was enveloping obedience and surrender. He continued to repeat the phrase in her ear as she came over and over again, drenching him, her, everything with her rushing juices.
As the waves of pleasure began to calm, she realized he was still repeating the phrase "Ajji Majji la Tarajji." The words surrounded her world like a velvet box, and she felt the lid slowly closing on her.
Her eyes fluttered and began to close as she slipped beyond sleep into a trance, leaving herself open to the one who had brought her to this new land. She heard his instructions begin, whispered into her ear, and imprinted directly into her mind.
As the last part of her conscious mind let go, she knew there was no turning back ever again and could not find a single piece of herself that seemed to care.