Obey (closed for pj38)

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony Walker did not have time for the line he waited in, but he stood in it anyway. The checkout girl (Chloe, according to her name tag) twirled her hair, looking nonchalantly for the barcode on a two liter of Sprite. Tony knew a real man would tell the bitch to do her damn job, but instead he waited silently. He had to. He was Tony Walker.

Sarah, his wife, had sent him for oranges. She was always sending Tony after something. She didn't have a job; she didn't clean; she just sat her sexy ass on the sofa waiting for Tony to get home so she could order him to do something. Today it was go get oranges. So Tony stood in line, holding oranges, waiting.

He grabbed a magazine from the beside-counter stand, and opened it. An advertisement near the center of the mag grabbed his attention. Words adorned a celephane mirror on the magazine pages, but Tony didn't see the words. He saw the reflection.

His emrald eyes had narrowed since his youth, and wrinkles were snaring them, but they still pierced. They were crystal and deep. When his wife loved him, she had said looking into his eyes scared her; it was like a reflection of her soul.

He black hair was dishevelled and receeded, but it was still black. Most of Tony's friend's heads were peppered by now if not solid salt. Tony'd face still possessed the hard stone jaw and the Kurt Douglas chin. Damn it, he was still a man. He was losing himself and he knew it.

The woman in front of Tony chit-chatted with Chloe, making the silly little girl take even longer. Tony put down the magazine and looked at the chit-chatting customer. She wore a conservative dress. It was Wednesday night; she was probably on her way home from church. She had a huge diamond on her finger. She was too old to be a trophy wife, really, only a couple years younger than Tony, maybe, but she was hot. Tony let his eyes climb her legs and ass to her tits.

Maybe it was frustration, maybe it was seeing his own reflection, maybe it was the involuntary abstinence he had experienced over the past year. Whatever it was, Tony was about to do something new. Atleas, it was new for Tony Walker.

 

[pj38]

Emily Bartrom was one of those women who, at some point in their lives, just became middle-age by some self-transformation. Her husband, a hard-working social climber, had decided he was done being young, and she followed him because it never occurred to her to do otherwise. And Emily had followed him, devoting herself to the kind of self-presentation that aspiring businessmen demanded. She was vaguely aware of a yearning for something more, but had long forgotten what that was.

She was wearing what she always wore: dark sweater over a crisp white blouse, a dark knee-length skirt, nylons, dark half-heel pumps, and a leather purse. Her hair was sculpted by a hairdresser. She could take ten years off of her appearance with a different hairstyle, but she knew it was her duty to look old and conservative.

Emily looked at Chloe as they chatted. She could see in Chloe the enthusiasm, the sensuality, the freedom that she used to have. Usually Emily dismissed this, but sometimes these thoughts would unlock the faint yearning she had for the life she left behind. Chloe was so vulnerable, and so at ease with her vulnerability, and Emily didn't think she could give up her safe, secure world. Or could she?

She was vaguely aware that she and Chloe were holding up the checkout line. She looked back, feigned a guilty smile, and then turned and smartly swiped her credit card through the machine. After her payment went through, the took the two bags and walked toward the door. Then some odd feeling prompted her to look in the bag, and she realized she'd left an apple on the checkout belt. She walked back to get it just as the guy behind her was finished paying. Emily saw the apple, and said "Forgot this" as she picked it up. Then she turned and walked back towards the door.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony smiled inwardly. He had known Emily would not leave before he spoke to her. Many ancient cultures believed there was a power in knowing a person's name. He had heard enough of Emily's brief conversation with Chloe to learn hers.

He knew her name.
He knew she was married.
He knew she wore expensive perfume.
He knew she did not pay enough attention to see a man lift an apple from her bag as she said her goodbyes to a check out girl.

She knew nothing about him.

He gave Chloe a five dollar bill. "Keep the change," he said to her moved to catch Emily.

He saw her in the parking lot loading her car. He now knew she drove a car worth at least 50K. He had never been a car man, but he could appreciate the expense.

"The apple is not the only thing you forgot, Emily." He put his hand in hisi pocket to hide his wedding ring. "I think you forgot to pay me for the time I wasted listening to you try to bleed the youth off a checkout girl."

 

[pj38]

Emily was putting her groceries in the car when a strange man came up and spoke to her. He said something about the checkout line, and Emily guessed he may have been in the store. She drew away and gave him a quizzical look.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

"Not yet."

Tony stared into Emily's eyes and clenched his jaw. His heart pounded, but he had to stay calm. He watched a story last night about an old man in Africa. He was too old to hun anymore, but he still scored more meat for his village than any other man. He trailed lions across the grasslands, until he'd find a pride feeding off a fresh wildebeast kill. He walked straight toward the lions without a flinch. First one, then two, then all the lions would flee. The man said it was all confidence. If a weak human would charge a pride of lions unarmed, the lions held all the fear.

Tony kept his breath even. He;\'s read about this kind of thing, and he'd told several lies about this kind of thing when he was a younger, single man. THis was the real thing.

"You do not need to know my name. Not yet. If you are good I may tell you eventually, but for now, call me, sir."

 

[pj38]

Emily drew back again and turned away from him, gesturing toward the entrance to the store.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know what you are talking about. Maybe someone in the store can help you."

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony smiled at her. "Maybe," he said. "I bet Chloe would help me wouldn't she? SHe seems really helpful. She would probably be more help, anyway."

Tony glanced back at the store.

"But I choose for you to help me." He bit his lip and chuckled, trying to act cool. "Follow me, Emily."

Tony turned and walked away. He did not check to see if Emily followed him. He knew she would.

 

[pj38]

Emily watched, stunned, as the man walked away. At the end of the parking row he would have to turn our of sight. Her heart began racing as he approached the end of the row. She took a few steps forward. He was a repulsive, insignificant man, she said to her self, fighting her curiosity.

More steps forward, quicker steps. He was almost there. As he turned left, inexplicably, she let the groceries drop on the ground. She began running toward down the row of cars, her shoes clopping loudly on the pavement.

At the end of the row she looked around the corner. He stood at a considerable distance, standing, waiting, watching for her. Slowly she walked towards him.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

On his way into the store, Tony had noticed the a Jeep Wrangler parked at the end of the row. Tht top had been down and a dozen roses had been in the passenger seat. He hadn't thought much about it then, but now they presented a golden opportunity. He was relieved when he rounded the last car and saw the Jeep still there, and he smiled at his fortune when he saw the roses, still there, glowing in the beneath a parking lot light post.

He stood beside the Jeep and turned. Emily was not ther at first. but then he saw her. She was running. Her seeming panic relaxed Tony. She slowed to a walk when she saw him. He crossed his arms in mock annoyance.

He stood silently as she approached. He needed to let her speak first.

 

[pj38]

From the distance that separated them, Emily could see him clearly by the jeep, arms crossed, waiting. Slowly she started walking towards him. She didn't know why, but she thought it had to do with that mysterious yearning she felt. Of course it wasn't him that she yearned for, but something inside herself that he seemed to know about.

As she approached, she expected him to say something, but there was nothing but silence, and that look of annoyance on his face.

"Ok," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Her voice had a tone of resignation. "What is it you want?"

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

"you will be asking me that question a lot. Though, if you ever do it again withou addressing me as sir, you will have to be punished.". Tony shook his head. "he told me you would be difficult, but we will prove that you can be controlled, won't we?". Tony smiled. Of course, he had never spoken of her with another man, but she did not know that. The wonder would only add to his mystery.

Tony looked around then pulled the roses from the jeep and handed them to her.

 

[pj38]

"Who told you?" she snapped back at him. She thought about her husband, if he might be up to something. Or someone at work.

Then she realized she'd completely ignored his threat. She had thought it was a little silly when she heard it -- after all, she could throw the flowers down and walk away if she wanted. But it wasn't the threat, it was that she would never find out about herself the thing she could learn.

So, she found herself almost reciting the words to him:

"Thank you for the roses, SIR. Now, who told you about me, SIR."

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

"Silly, girl, the flowers aren't for you. He was right; you really are dumber than you look." Tony laughed and shook his head. "You did well calling me sir, but negated any reward I might be tempted to give you by daring to demand an answer from me."

Tony lay his hand on her shoulder and spoke very softly. "I know this is tough for you, I really do. I know you have no idea what is going on." He paused, looking into her eyes. He hoped she could see her soul there like his wife could all those years ago. "You will learn that you only need to know what I think you need to know. Obviously, I don't think you need to know who 'he' is or I would have told you."

"Now, first you are going to give me your car keys. Next, you are going to carry those flowers in to Chloe. I want you to tell her that you have appreciated all the work that she has done for you. I also want you to tell her that you have always been attracted to her, but too ashamed to tell her. Offer the roses to her as a show of affection, but tell her you expect nothing in return; you are just doing it for her. I will be waiting in your car when you return."

Tony held his hand out for the keys.

He knew she would be humiliated, and he would be the only person she could confide in about the experience. It wouldbe the most frightening and exhilirating thing she had probably done in years, and she would have him to thank for it.

 

[pj38]

For some reason, Emily didn't think about the unreasonableness of his taking her keys. She was instead captivated by the Chloe mission, which seemed so reasonable. She liked Chloe and didn't think she'd abused her at all. Almost as an exchange, she handed over her keys and tightened her grip on the roses.

She began walking up the parking row, rehearsing the presentation she'd give to Chloe. She could deflect it all, saying there was a man in the parking lot who made her do it. But the whole thing was such a sweet idea.

"Chloe, I just want to thank you for all you've done for me." She handed her the roses. Chloe looked stunned, but smiled. "Thank you," she said. "And....," Emily giggled, "...uh...I'm...." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm a little attracted to you." She blushed profusely, and then turned and ran out the door.

She walked out and down the parking row. But the man was gone. He would find her, she thought.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

As soon as Emily turned her back, Tony ran to his family sedan and threw the oranges in the passenger door. He moved quickly to Emily's car. The first thing he noticed was the busted bags of groceries on the parking lot behind the car.

"Stupid bitch," he mumbled. He could not have people remember seeing groceries busted on the ground behind her car. He bagged up the groceries best he could and threw them in the trunk. He moved fast opening the door and jumping behind the wheel. He backed the car out and moved it a few rows over.

Emily's cell phone was in the console. He smiled as he slid the screen open and found that it was not locked. He pulled his own phone out and quickly made note of all her contacts. He checked her recent calls. Richard must be her husband. She called Sarah a lot, too, must be a friend or a sister.

He opened the glove box and examined her car registration. Yes, Richard was her husband. She lived at 1392 West Hill Ct. That was the richest area of town. A picture of her, with her family, huing from her rear viree mirror.

"You and Richard have a beautiful son and daughter," he said smiling. He would, of course, never hurt anyone in all this, but knowledge was power. KNowledge of fmailia was immense power.

Richard looked up. He saw Emily waiting where she had been parked. She stood relaxed. She had already become almost entirely accepting opf her situation. She was not scared; she was not worried. He put the car in drive and pulled around to pick Emily up. He slid the car beside her and unlocked the doors and waited.

 

[pj38]

Emily got in the car. It was almost exhilarating giving the flowers to Chloe, who so sweet and pretty. She was sure it made Chloe a little uncomfortable, but in the end she thought Chloe would take it well.

Being in her own car, however, brought worries to mind. Her husband would be concerned about her not coming home. The man might even hurt them -- he knew who the were and where they lived. She might be in danger also, but she didn't think so. He might "punish" her, but mostly he seemed sastified that she want what he wanted her to want. And this was the strange and compelling attraction she had to him and his crazy escapade.

She saw the cell phone and thought about her husband. She could ask the man if she could call him, but decided not to. But then she unexpectedly blurted out.

"My husband...he'll be worried about me..."

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony looked at the image of Emily's family dangling from the rear view mirror. Her husband looked at least 10 years older than her. That somewhat confirmed his original suspicion. Emily was a slightly aged trophy wife. Tony drug his gaze slowly from the image to Emily.

"Should I care? You didn't even call me by my title. Why the fuck should I care if Richard is worried?" He put a sarcastic emphasis on Emily's husband's name. "Next you'll tell me you need to call Sarah for advice. You are really starting to disappoint me, Emily."

Tony put the car in drive. The store was in a local strip mall, and Tony drove around behind the buildings and parked in a large space between two tall delivery trucks.

"Here is what you will do. You will tell me how it made you feel giving the flowers to Emily. Did you lie to her? Then I want you to apologize for being so disrespectful to me. If you do well, I will be sure we do not worry, Richard."

 

[pj38]

Emily saw him looking at the picture. There were things about that picture she loathed. But it hung there, reminding her of who she was, or who she had become. Maybe he knew that, she thought, how she felt about it.

Then he gave her his new demands. Again, she responded almost impulsively.

"I felt embarrassed."

She stopped. A silence passed.

"And excited. Even a little aroused. Chloe is pretty, that's partly why I talk to her."

Another silence. Her tone was spiteful. But she wasn't angry at the man for making her say these things. She was angry at the world, at herself, for what she had become.

"And she's young, and she reminds me of when I was young, when I still had a lot of choices. I would do what she's doing, work in a supermarket and have a boyfriend and wear red sneakers to work."

Another silence, this time longer.

"And I'm sorry. I really am sorry. But I don't care whether you punish me or not."

Another silence, this one only brief.

"SIR"

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony smiled. "You see. You can always trust me. Often I may tell you to do things that you think you don't want to do and would never do without my oprder." He nodded his head. "But that will be exactly why I give the order. I know what you need, Emily, better than you do. Always trust me, that is the primo order, and it is always in place, understand?"

"You have lost yourself, Emily." Tony knew he was talking more to himself than to Emily. This self-imposed therapy Tony was experiencing was the same therapy Emily needed. Tony did not know how he had known that when he first studied Emily's body and face, but he had known it, and that was enough. He was almost jealous of Emily. Tony's therapy would be vicarious through the therapy Emily was going to experience. She must be feeling such excitement and change to directly experience these activities.

"I have come to help you remember and help you rediscover." He put the image of her family in his hand. "Richard is a good man, isn't he. He is a hard worker. He is a devoted husband and father." He looked up at her. "He is active in the church." Tony guessed the last one, but, by the conservative appearance of the family, he had a good notion.

He let a few moments pass in silence to let her process his words. "When was the last time you were fucked, Emily?" He gripped the steering wheel. Just saying those words excited him. "I don't want to know the last time you had a cock in you. I want to know the last time you were fucked." He looked at the image again. "I am sure Richard has not fucked you in quite a while. I don't know if you have ever dallied with other men." He shrugged. "But I kind of doubt it. Tell me Emily when was the last time you were fucked so hard that you wanted to cry from the joy. When was the last time someone OWNED your body? When did you last split the heavens with an orgasm?"

 

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Emily felt her heart pound when he said the word "fuck." No one ever spoke to her that way, and she never thought that word or anything related to what it meant.

"I...I don't know...why are you asking me that? I don't feel comfortable talking about this."

Suddenly a breath turned into a short gasp, and Emily felt herself sobbing momentarily. The feeling passed, but she felt a great sadness had been exposed, one she had not ever consiously entertained.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

"It's ok, Emily, let it out. Cry." Tony words were soft and consoling, but he was careful not to touch her. Earlier, he had rested a hand on her shoulder momentarily, but he would not touch her again until he owned her.

"You don't have to be ashamed, Emily. Of course, you aren't comfortable." Tony sighed. "The blind man isn't comfortable talkinig about the last time he had sight, until he has found happiness again. That is my job, Emily. He told me you had forgotten who you were. You had forgotten what you want... what you need from life. I am here to help you rediscover just that."

"Help me help you, Emily." Tony paused and scratched his goatee. He spoke the next sentence very slowly and deliberately. "When was the last time you were fucked?"

 

[pj38]

When he said it, the tears came again, this time with relentless force. She sobbed and sobbed, connected with some raw emotion she'd never let herself feel. Minutes went by before she could even speak. Finally, wiping her face with a tissue, still trembling, she turned toward him. It was the first time she'd really look at him willingly.

"I don't know." She paused, still shaking. "I think it's something I taught myself not to expect. I never thought it would be important."

She realized she hadn't said "sir" then or the time before. She trusted him and she thought he knew that. So maybe it didn't matter. It didn't matter to her. He could punish her or remind her again, either was the same.

His question still lingered in her mind. Her mind trailed back to her youth, college, high school. She thought of her lovers, what they had been like, what she had been like. It was all the same, she thought.

"I guess I never have," she concluded, feeling she'd satisfied him now.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony frowned. It would be even harder to train her if she had no reference of memory. "Well, tonight, you will try to be. But it won't be by me. You are, in now way ready for that." Tony shook his head.

She had stopped calling him 'sir'. That order had been in place for her, and Tony was tired of reminding her. Untiil she released the burden of choice, she would not be able to release her pain.

Tony looked down at himself. This had really excited him. He felt his bublous blood pulse through his swollen cock. He could see it swelling and throbbing beneath his jeans.

"You may be blaming the lack of a good fucking on your choice of lovers, but that is not true. You have never been properly fucked because you are not properly fuckable. You are a beautiful woman, sure, but not fuckable. Men are too scared they will break you or offend you."

God, Tany's cock was about to explode from the blood pressure and heat. "Do you trust me enough to do what I say without question?"

 

[pj38]

Emily knew what she would say, and because of this the crying started again. This would change her relationship with Richard forever, actually it already had. Sarah, probably not. Sarah would understand. Actually Sarah had already understood.

She wiped away the last tear, but was still at a distant place. Then she noticed the bulge in his pants and acknowledged to hers that it was for her. She thought of the word rape, or she would have thought of that word, but she was about to give him her unconditional consent. For his penis, or for whatever else he had in mind. And she knew, without his saying so, that she had changed, and that nothing she had done in the past would resemble what she was about to enable.

"Yes, sir, without question," she said. She wanted to say the word "fuck" just to say it, but it wouldn't come out. Later, she though, he would ask her to say it.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

Tony got out his phone and scrolled for a newly saved contact. "I am going to make a phone call. You know where your hand needs to be while I am talking. Don't unzip. Just rest it there."

Tony found the number and hit Call.