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A Husband's Response

Part 1

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

"No interruptions for the next thirty minutes, please," Simon said as he walked by his supervisor's desk.

"What - of course, sir," the vixen said, sitting up a little straighter as the black and white cat passed. Her eyes glowed for a moment before they faded back to their normal blue color. "Yes, Simon, take as long as you need."

"Thank you, miss."

He bowed his head as any employee in the data-entry section of the company might have done to management before making his way to his cubicle, disguising what he had done in case anyone had poked their head over their own little gray walls. He kept his head down, straightening his tie in his usual semi-nervous fashion, shaking his head as he kept his pace slow. No need to move quickly. He had time, all the time that he needed.

His coworkers, as usual, made his caution rather pointless. All of them were absorbed with the clickity-clack of their keyboards, the constant work on the system databases that they were tasked with, and making sure that the bits of information sent up from the work floors twenty stories down got put into the database properly. Work was key to them, and the company made it clear that anyone that didn't keep up would get the boot.

Everyone but him, though most of management didn't know that. He made sure that they didn't know that.

It was just a small thing, really, just something to make sure that he had job security, and most of the time, he didn't ask for anything else. The occasional longer lunch, yes, and once or twice a day off that he hadn't really earned, but other than that, he kept his work privileges to a minimum. After all, if he got too obvious with the minor hypnosis ability he had, well, there would be those that would want to study it, or use it, or make him do things for them.

And that wasn't something he needed in his life. Married, settled, the black cat just wanted to make sure that his little world worked the way that it was supposed to. That was enough for him.

Simon turned on his heel, sliding through the narrow gap into his cubicle and taking a seat. His chair sunk beneath him before lifting up again, and he scooted up to his desk. A couple quick key-taps logged out of the company program and brought up a web browser, and he started typing away.

"Thirty minutes break..." He smiled, brushing his whiskers back with one hand. "Let's see how Niria is doing."

His wife had a horrible habit of ignoring phone calls and texts during the day. She'd been bad about it when they were dating, but he'd gotten used to it. Not much that he could do about that when she barely bothered to use a cell phone in the first place, let alone for anything related to communication. She just set it down and forgot about it most of the time, leaving the house to just sit in silence.

He just worked around it. If the Harah didn't want to spend time on the phone, that was fine. He could just check on her in other ways.

He tapped a few keys, bringing up a window for the security system that he'd had installed just last week. The whole thing was meant to give him a quick preview of the house at any time, from any room. It wasn't that he had any worries, but rather, that he liked the idea of being able to get a quick look at his wife from time to time, know that she was alright, and then get back to work.

After entering the password, the list of rooms came up. Simon began flicking through them one by one, looking for signs of his wife's floofy tail, her multitude of horns, her gray and cream fur, or a hoof sticking out around a corner. Any of those would have been sufficient to tell him which room she was in, but -

"There you are," he muttered, chuckling as he saw her hoof for a moment as she walked into the bedroom. "Going for a nap? Let me -"

The words died on his lips as he shifted to the bedroom camera and saw someone else with his wife. Niria was already topless, her bra hitting the floor as she fumbled with a pair of sweat pants, and sitting at the foot of the bed was one of her friends. Sophia, a kobold with gray-blue scales and soft gem-like protrusions along her back and the tip of her tail, had been a friend of the family for some time, and had come around for dinner more than once.

Now, she was naked...and fingering herself to the sight of his wife getting herself in the same state.

He couldn't help but stare at the screen as his wife stripped down. Tall and slender, Niria had always been one to strike a fascinating figure in front of other people. She loomed a good six inches over his head, and though she was slight, her build was such that she always looked ready to bring someone else down a peg or three. She didn't hold back, and the slight chill in the air that always came with her firm stare and neutral face made most people uncomfortable. Even he'd had to get used to the occasional cool look during their two-year marriage.

But that was nowhere to be seen when the Harah looked at Sophia. The kobold got a warm smile, and even a blush. A blush. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd seen Niria blush for him in bed.

They embraced, topless Harah and naked kobold pulling each other in a quick hug, then kissing...kissing deeply...

He couldn't look away. The adultery going on in his own house shocked him to the core. He'd thought that they were doing well, but here he was, working and risking himself for the sake of their marriage, and his wife was...

Was cheating. Cheating with another woman. And she hadn't even had the decency to tell him that they were on the rocks or anything of the sort.

Calm down, calm down, he tried to tell himself, but it was hard to make himself listen. Just watch. Watch and see...see if it's just sex...or if they like each other more...

He forced himself to lean back in his chair. The urge to leap to his feet and run to the car was still there, but Simon had always been good at self-control. One couldn't hide having hypnotic powers very well without learning that sort of self-discipline. He held tight to that now, watching as his wife and their friend got into bed.

They were clearly practiced at this, and he knew that this wasn't their first time together. They fell into a 69 almost immediately, with Sophia being the one on top, sitting on Niria's face and grinding her rump into her snout. No gentle pressure there; Sophia seemed to be one in charge, despite being shorter than the Harah, and she was going right for it. Thump, thump, bouncing her hips and her pussy off of Niria's face, grinding down on her while forcing the other woman's legs apart.

You've done this before...you know what you want...

He was doing his best not to scream. His cock didn't know what to think as he watched, his shaft throbbing, then dying, then throbbing again by turns. It was a very sensual display on the screen, but at the same time, that was his wife. He wasn't supposed to like seeing this.

The 69 rolled over to scissoring. Niria opened her legs wide, rubbing her clit as Sophia pushed against her, grinding, sliding their pussies together. They both took turns groping themselves, feeling up their breasts, pinching nipples. The camera went fuzzy more than once as they got deeper into it, trying to keep up with the things going on, and -

Fuck. His wife came.

He saw the familiar spasms that went through her legs and the quick twitch of her head. The way that she arched her back made it clear that she'd just gone over the edge, and that she'd been satisfied...but Sophia wasn't. Not yet.

They were still going at it, still ramming their hips together. He couldn't help but stare at the live porn show, shaking his head slowly as they changed positions again, moving around to put Niria on her back, Sophia between her legs, and -

And they were licking.

And sucking.

And fingering. His wife was getting three fingers all but punched up her pussy, getting teased and treated to pleasures from the smaller woman that she barely allowed him these days. His mouth hung open as he watched his wife's legs go up and back, making her look almost whorish for the sorts of things that she wanted. She was exposing herself completely, and though the camera offered only a silent show, he knew that she was probably screaming at this point. Screaming, moaning, whimpering for the touch for the touch of the other woman.

"You..."

He didn't even know if he felt angry about it. Angry? Disappointed? Hurt? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he felt betrayed, and that was something that he could think through as the show continued.

Niria...if you just told me...

He wouldn't have been opposed to sharing her with another woman. If it had been something that let him have a bit of fun with the other woman, too, all the better, but really, if it was just that she needed to express both sides of herself, he could have lived with that. For that matter, he could have lived with her needing a divorce if she was genuinely not happy with him. It would have hurt, yes, and it would have been near to agony for a time, but he could have lived with that, too.

Instead, she was having her cake and eating it, too. She refused to tell him that she was with someone else, now, and wanted him to think that he was sacrificing for something worthwhile. She was a liar...

And he did not like liars. Not one little bit.

He closed the browser window, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths. It was not easy to calm himself down after seeing that, but bit by bit, his thoughts focused into something more useful. He could force himself to be better than this.

They will be at this for at least twenty more minutes, he thought. It takes fifteen minutes to get home.

Did he want to confront them directly? No, he decided. That would not lead to anything useful, and he would probably end up starting something that would only end in greater pain. He needed to do something about this, no doubt, but forcing himself into the bedroom, 'stumbling' in on the pair of them, basically guaranteed that they would be turning the camera issue against him. He would be on the back foot, and that would force him to use his powers to make things even vaguely normal again.

The better idea, he decided, would be to confront Sophia about this. She was the one that seemed to have started it - or at the very least, was the one running the show in the house with him gone - and that meant that he could get answers out of her. And more to the point, if it was just cheating, then he could work with that. He could make it stop right then and there, and then talk to his wife when Sophia was no longer interested.

He could do that.

He would do that.

Simon got to his feet and walked down the aisle. A few of his coworkers turned to see him leave, but none of them questioned it. Those that noticed had probably already picked up on the fact that he got a little special treatment from management already, and the rest probably didn't care.

The black and white cat nodded at the vixen again, and she sat up a little straighter once more. By the time that he reached the elevator, she was walking back towards his cubicle. Her job was to finish up his duties for the day so that he didn't fall behind and get a black mark on his record.

After all, he still had to be responsible.

#

Simon parked his car two blocks down from his house, and three blocks up from Sophia's. Considering they lived close enough to each other, they seldom bothered driving from one place to another, and he would imagine that the kobold would be in a hurry to head home after her session with his wife.

His wife. The very idea still bubbled with hate in the back of his mind, but he suppressed it, forcing it down so that he could think clearly and fairly.

Just make sure that you get the right answers. Don't get too angry. Don't force the revenge immediately. Just...get...answers.

As he breathed in and out, slowly calming down once more, he looked out the car window. Someone had just stepped onto the sidewalk further down the street, and they were coming this way. Could be Sophia, considering the bumpy tail designs, but Simon kept his hands on the wheel for now. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he pushed the mental image of his wife - his Niria - with her legs spread out of his mind. If she had wanted something like this -

She can talk about it later. When we are alone. After you talk to Sophia.

It was the kobold; he recognized her as she crossed the street. Standing barely five-foot-four, the kobold was one of the smaller females that he'd met in his life, but that didn't mean much with the corded, lean build that she had. The camera had shown him just how strong her muscles were, and how her lack of womanly curves were made up for in the fact that she could probably throw him across the room if she really wanted to. Not that it mattered with what he planned to do with her.

She approached the car, the bit of curves she did have showing in the tight pants she wore and the tucked-in blouse. Her breasts were on the smaller side, smaller than Niria's, but while her ass was likewise smaller, there was a heft to it and a lift in the back that made it more...appealing, in some ways.

...Fuck it. I'm allowed.

If Niria was actively cheating with him, then he was allowed to actually think about what other people looked like naked. That was a fair trade, and a very generous one to his wife when it came right down to it.

He waited until Sophia was just about to come up beside his car to roll down his window. She didn't stop. Not until he spoke up.

"Where you going, Sophia?" he asked.

The kobold stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel. She smiled - nervously, he thought - and gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.

"Oh, just heading home. Wanted to get a walk around the block before I had to settle down with some accounts."

"Odd to be going around in clothes like that."

"Well, it was a spur of the moment decision. I was just -"

"Get. In."

The words came out terser than his usual commands, but they hit just as hard. The kobold stiffened up, her eyes widening slightly before they relaxed again. The same glow as had filled his supervisor's gaze filled her eyes, and she walked to the car door, opening it and sliding into the passenger seat. As soon as she shut the door, he locked it, and she blinked as she came back to reality.

"What the - Simon, what the hell? How did you -"

"Stay where you are. Be quiet. We are going to your house. You will not fight. You will not scream. You will present calm."

He sounded like a kidnapper, and he knew it. Despite that, he was still talking, giving her commands to keep from giving them away, to keep herself quiet, to not say anything that would get them both in trouble in the neighborhood. And as he kept talking and giving her the orders that came to him without thinking, he could see that she was sliding right back into that trance that his power always created.

This is too easy...

He shook his head, putting the car in drive and pulling out of his parking space. He needed a moment to think, and the time it would take to go down to her house wouldn't be enough.

#

Simon drove around the block, snacked on a milkshake while the tranced kobold remained in the passenger seat, and drove around the block again before finally going back to her house. He'd made up his mind in the meantime about what he meant to do. Three simple steps.

Punish.

Interrogate.

Mitigate.

They pulled into her driveway, and he leaned over to whisper to her. She nodded as she got out of the car, standing beside it with a small, believable smile on her face. As she led him to the front door, he wondered what was going on in her head. He'd never used his hypnosis on someone else to this extent, never pushing this hard. It was always something that was more subtle, something that just erased one detail or let something else go by. This...this was a much stronger sense of control, and it was strangely addictive in its own way.

He followed her into the house, and as he left his shoes by the door, she turned to face him. Simon looked her up and down and made himself say the next command.

"Wake up and strip."

She blinked even as her hands went to her chest. Half of her buttons were undone before she was aware of where she was, and she yelped as her hands kept moving even as she clearly tried to stop them.

"What the - Simon what - what's happening?! What's going on here?!"

"I saw what you were doing while I was at work."

"That? I - I'm sorry, but - Simon, what's going on?! Why can't I stop?!"

"Because I told you not to. Strip."

Her fingers got rougher, ripping buttons off as she finally tossed her shirt off. The kobold's face went bright red, and for good reason; she'd apparently left her bra at his house, and her breasts were on display. Her nipples were darker than the rest of her scales, showing off a nice little bump there, and despite her clear wish to cover herself, her hands were already going to her tight pants, fumbling with the button. The zipper came down, showing a wet pair of panties just beneath them as she slid them down to her ankles.

"Simon! Please, don't do this!"

"All of it, Sophia."

Her face was as red as could be, but her body still obeyed. She bent down, slowly wiggling her panties off of her even as she tried and failed to stop herself. Her shoulders jerked here and there as she tried to drag them back up, only to let them keep going down, down, down. They hit the floor, and she stood up again, a bit of slime oozing from her sex from her recent escapades with his wife.

With Niria. With his Harah. He shook his head.

"Do you understand what the situation is?" he asked.

"You...you're making me...do things."

"That's correct." Simon nodded. "I don't know how you were able to convince my wife to sleep with you, or what happened between the pair of you. I'll find out later. For now, you are going to humiliate yourself. Squat."

She shivered, eyes glowing as she fell to a naked squat, legs spread and resting on the balls of her feet. Her pussy was completely exposed, and her tail was high, the gemmed tip hanging over her shoulder as she stared up at him.

It was the first time that he had used his powers this way, and it was intoxicating. His cock was hard in his pants, throbbing, begging to be used, but he was able to ignore it for now. Not yet, he decided, not yet when he could take his time to really break her down. This was an act that deserved some punishment for all that had happened.

"Touch yourself."

Sophia whimpered, bringing her hand between her legs and the other to her breasts. Two, three, four fingers went deep inside of her, the pleasure clearly already high. She whimpered again as she pinched and twisted her left nipple, huffing and gritting her teeth against the rising pleasure she was getting from masturbating in front of him.

Did you think this would stay hidden forever? he wondered. Did you think that this wouldn't come back to bite you in the ass?

Sophia had been their friend. She'd come by for game nights, shared dinners, gone out to restaurants with them. She'd always been a good person, but to just come in and do something like this...to betray his trust...to keep his wife lying to him...

"Harder."

She arched her back as she forced her hand to move faster, her body obeying him rather than her. The kobold's blush was getting worse, her face almost fully red now as she fingered herself, nearly fisting her pussy from how hard she was punching her hand into her body. In, out, in, out it went, her toes curling and clenching against the carpet and pulling at it, probably leaving holes in it.

Sophia looked up at him, whispering words that he couldn't hear. She was trying to beg for mercy, he was sure, asking for him to let her stop, to not make her cum this way. He refused to let that happen. He just watched, his cock throbbing ever harder at the way that he could just...control her, force her into this, make her pay for what she had done.

She suddenly arched her back, cumming hard, her juices dribbling out in a small waterfall from her sex. It formed a puddle of darkness along the carpet, spreading further and further between her feet as she huffed and puffed. Her hand kept moving, thrusting into her since she hadn't been told to stop. He let it continue for nearly a minute, letting her wonder if he would leave her in this torture, before snapping his fingers. Sophia stopped, her hand free, her body under her own control again.

Not surprisingly, the first thing she tried to do was punch him. She lunged forward, her hand coming within a foot of his face before it stopped in its tracks. The kobold stared at her hand, trying to force it forward, but she would have had better chance trying to grind her fist through a brick wall.

"Why...why..."

"Because I told you not to hurt me. And that order takes precedence over everything else," he said, shaking his head. "Now. I can order you to do anything. Literally anything. Do you understand that?"

Sophia nodded. It was a hesitant, scared nod, but she nodded.

"Good. Now. What the hell happened between you and Niria? How did this start?"

"...She started it."

"Tell me the truth!"

"S-she started it!" Sophia repeated, shivering as the command hit her. "We were having some lunch, a little wine while you were at work one day. Just having a meal, you know? And then she said that she was...she was bored, and she was wondering what having a mistress would be like. I didn't think she was serious, so I told her about some of the stuff I used to do, being a dom for others, and taking care of things that way. I told her...and she wanted to try it."

"...Go on," Simon said.

"We came back to my place, that time. I got out the leather and the chains, and...and I showed her what it was like to be a sub to a woman. We were both drunk, and we both had a good time, and..."

"And what?"

"I thought that'd be the end of it, but she kept wanting to do it again. She called me the next day and wanted me to come over and do it while you were at work. I said it wasn't a good idea, that she was married, but she kept pushing and...and..."

And she was addicted already.

Simon shook his head as he fought the urge to slump against one of the nearby walls. For all that they had been married and happy, their relationship had been...well, 'normal'. He had forced the normal part as hard as he could to make his ability less obvious, and had even ensured that his wife had never known that he could do the things he was doing right here and now. If she was that bored, if she'd found the fun of subbing to someone else that addicting...

He could almost forgive Sophia's weak will. Niria was a persuasive woman, and there were many days where he had found himself spending more than he should to make her happy, or going out somewhere he didn't want because it would make her more satisfied. There were a hundred little ways that the Harah encouraged someone else to do what she wanted rather than what they wanted. Sophia could have easily been dragged into that, and considering Niria's rather addictive personality, it would have been easy for her to fall victim to the pleasure of being under someone while never losing her own 'superiority.'

The black and white cat turned away, shaking his head. Sophia shivered.

"What...what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"I am going to fix this. If she wants to be with another woman...then I will make that happen. But...I will not be kept out of the loop. And she will not be lying to me any longer. She deserves a punishment for this."

"..."

"And so do you, for just going along with it."

"Simon, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just -"

"Quiet."

She stopped talking. Mostly because her body was not allowing her to speak any longer. He turned back to her.

"You will go to the car, as naked as you are now. In the trunk, there is a maid outfit. Go and get it."

"Mmph?!"

"You are allowed to hurry. But you are not allowed to dress. Get it and return, and then put it on. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Take no side trips."

#

Did a part of him feel guilt as he took off his pants and folded them neatly off to the side? Perhaps a bit, he supposed. He was breaking the same promises that Niria already had, and he wasn't supposed to be unfaithful to his wife. She was supposed to be his one and only, and despite the fact that she had already broken the oaths they'd sworn, he felt like he should be the better one in that. Rather than taking it as permission, he should be the one to set the better example.

And yet, when Sophia walked into the room in a frilly black and white maid's dress, with stockings that ran from her toes to her thighs, with her breasts barely hidden by the lacy neckline, and with all the hardness of her body softened by the garment, it was hard not to feel excited. His cock rose higher as he pointed to the bed.

"Kneel."

She did. As she got on the bed, on her knees, he lifted the back of her dress. Her tail rose with it, showing off the curve of her rump, the way that she was already more than a little aroused, the wet lines running down her thigh scales and staining the top of the stockings. Hot, he thought, particularly with the lack of panties.

He ran his fingers up her legs, feeling the wetness before sliding one right into her pussy. She shivered, arching her back.

"All fours."

She went forward immediately, keeping her tail up, keeping her eyes fixed on the far wall. Was she trying to ignore him, or just trying to obey quickly so he didn't use his power? Either way, it would not do well for her.

He got on the bed behind her, feeling his cock sliding against her sex all too easily. Her masturbation and his power kept her more than wet. She was drenched down there, and she would take him easily.

"This is the start of your new life."

"Mmmph..."

"I will do this whenever I like. And you will come when I call."

"I...Yes..."

"And you will find excuses for Niria. No more for her until I say."

"Yes...No more..."

"You understand?"

"I understand."

"Beg."

"Please, master, give me your cock," Sophia panted, and even though some hint of resistance could still be seen, her body could not deny his command. "Give me your cock. Fuck me hard. Show me how much I'm missing just fucking your wife and not you. Let me feel what it feels like when she gets railed. Please, I need - ah!"

He gave her what she asked for. With one firm thrust, he was buried inside of her pussy, and he felt her clenching down almost immediately. The familiar shiver-shakes of orgasm clenched down around his cock, showing just how close she'd been despite her fear, despite everything. He shook his head, riding it out as her dress arched higher, showing off her soft rump and the way that it just begged for a fucking.

A dom. Not with me. Never with me.

He spanked her, enjoying the little tremor of pleasure that came as she clenched up again, only to start pulling his hips back. She moaned, a real moan that she couldn't quite suppress, and he chuckled to himself as he felt the raw joy of just...taking what he wanted. This was supposed to be a punishment, a way of fixing a situation, but instead, he just felt...justified. Good with what he was doing. Was there something wrong with him for enjoying this?

Perhaps, but that part of him was in charge now, and it was going to take its satisfaction. He grabbed hold of her tail for leverage, using it to pull himself deeper, and she just pushed her hips back against him all the harder, grinding her rump against his groin as his cock speared into her again and again.

"You. Are. Mine."

"Yours, master, yours!"

It was music to his ears as he worked his hips forward, back, forward, back, the wetness and warmth of her inner walls all but sucking him in every time that he buried himself in her. The confidence of a happy kobold was gone, replaced with the servile bliss of her species in fantasy stories. She clearly wanted to fall, to submit to someone else, now, and he was the one that knew how to take her there.

In, out, in, out, taking his time to really shove her along. Her first orgasm was well past, but he knew how to read her. Her thighs were shaking and her breath was getting just frantic enough that she was probably getting close to another one. Soon enough, she'd go over again, and he'd have made an even bigger impact on her mind.

She'll help trap Niria in her own web, he thought. Show that woman what it means to...to be unfaithful...and lie to me.

He would have given the Harah the world, if she had wanted it bad enough. All she'd needed to do was ask, and he would have found a way to make it work between them. And yet, instead of asking, she'd decided to lie, to go and find someone else to feed her desires.

Simon would teach her the errors of her ways. Once he got his hands on her mind, once he was done with Sophia and planning exactly what he would do to his wife, he would show her what it meant to betray his trust. By the end of this, he would have a kobold maid to see to his needs, and a wife that had been broken in as a house-maid...and perhaps even as a breeder. The thought was more than a little appealing to him, and his cock throbbed all the harder in the bitch beneath him as he set to thrusting that much harder.

The End

Summary: Simon checks in on his wife from work and finds out something is wrong, and starts taking steps towards fixing it in a rather self-serving - but understandable - way.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, F/F, Mind Control, Body Control, Harah, Kobold, Cat, Humiliation, Masturbation, Scissoring, Facesitting, 69, Cheating, Revenge, Series, Voyeurism, Orgasm, Maid Outfit,