My Perfect Other Half Ch. 16

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Chapter 16: Power Corrupts

On the following morning, the Williams couple flew home. During their flight, Destiny revealed they would be leaving for their honeymoon the following evening. The happy couple spent two weeks sunbathing and relaxing in Rio. They enjoyed the finest restaurants and clubs while Tyler kept his wife thoroughly satisfied in every way. It was with regret that they left the fine people of this Brazilian city and returned to the daily routines that awaited.

As was her habit, Destiny threw herself into her business while Tyler served as her perfect slave. During their first full year as a Goddess-wife and slave couple, they grew even closer. But Destiny wanted more. She needed something. Something was amiss and she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

In an effort to spice up their sex life, she invited Addisyn and Cydney over on more than one occasion. Because she didn’t trust them to abide by her rules while with Tyler, she joined them as a non-participating observer. Her presence proved to be the girls undoing. She was too beautiful and, by default, too intimidating. Addi and Cyd weren’t free to be themselves. They knew why she was there. She made them feel like children being chaperoned by a parent. But even with each stifled get together, Destiny felt the recurring urge to join them. As much as she wanted to explore this unknown part of her sexuality, she knew it simply wouldn’t work with them. They were too young and too immature.

Ten months after tying the knot, Bree invited Dez and her slave to a party at her place. While there, she met Bree’s slave-husband along with several other couples, all who advocated a dominant female relationship philosophy.

At one point, Bree coaxed her upstairs for some fun and frolic. Both had had too much to drink, and their diminished inhibitions led the two beauties into a progressively more intimate interlude that included snuggling and kissing. Destiny soon became the aggressor and her hands freely explored Bree’s body. When dipping her finger into her pussy, she felt the wetness that coincided with her moan of encouragement to go further. Just as she was about to sample her pussies sweetness, Tyler appeared. He too was drunk, and his abrupt intrusion all but destroyed the mood in the room. The women went no further but that small bit of fun planted a seed that yearned cultivation.

A week after Bree’s party, and while working at her home office, Destiny sat at her computer working on family history. Genealogy had always captivated her interest, and during the past few years, her family tree had grown significantly. Like every tree, she had her walls – walls created when an older family member could not be connected with a parent. Most walls happened when a family member immigrated from one country to another and documentation remained unfounded. Because her mother’s family lived in Ethiopia, it made finding her family roots that much more difficult.

“I’ll never find my grandparent’s ancestors if I don’t go there!” She said in exasperation to no one. She had spent the last two-hours painstakingly looking through ship manifests without finding anyone of interest.

She was about to call it a night.

“No, I’m going to find them!” She said with determination. “I am going to Ethiopia!”

Browsing through several travel sites, Destiny explored her options. She had planned so many trips the process had become intuitive. So many websites offered deals too good to be true. Dez preferred a more personal touch. It came with the opening of a chat window. She knew how to sniff out a good agent from the ignorant, and this one seemed, on the surface, to be exceptional.

The person at the other end asked how they could help, and a relationship soon formed. This woman knew her trade. She answered every question Destiny posed, and gave her insights she would have otherwise never known. They chatted for more than an hour. Not wanting to lose this contact, Destiny offered her email and asked this Zala-woman to contact her tomorrow evening.

For the next several nights, Destiny interacted with the travel agent from Ethiopia. Together, they discussed various dates and options. Their interaction led to the exchanging of more personal information as their friendship grew. Zala learned about Destiny’s background, her marriage, and even glimpsed some of how she felt about men. They exchanged personal photos, and Zala revealed selective details about her life during their time online. Both enjoyed their conversations and, for Destiny, Zala’s complimentary remarks subconsciously stroked her ego and stimulated her desire to learn more about this woman at the other end of the computer.

When Zala emailed Destiny several photos of herself, her interest grew ever stronger. Zala was a gorgeous woman. She was 25, educated, articulate and a great communicator. At no point did their interaction become overly personal, but it did deviate from Destiny’s initial intention to plan a trip to Ethiopia.

Tyler knew anything about Destiny’s intentions. As was her habit, izmit escort she didn’t include him in the private aspects of her life. Besides personal conversations with Maria and Jessica, Destiny kept her work itinerary, details of her job, and other plannings, to herself. Tyler was informed of trips and outings on a need-to-know basis. Her secret life allowed her the freedom to do what she wished. Because she was the dominant partner, she had every right to reveal, or keep quiet her thoughts, and Tyler, being the submissive that he was, always allowed her the space she needed.

Reclining in the first-class seat, Destiny stretched her legs. They were returning after spending a weekend at her parents. Her mom and dad had invited them to come and celebrate their first anniversary where their relationship had begun. The trip was short but both were glad they had accepted Abeda’s invitation.

Destiny felt the power of the jet’s engines relent and the plane coast as it began its descent to the airport somewhere not too far ahead. She was so excited, not because they had just celebrated a year of bliss. Her excitement lay in what lay ahead. Her heart raced at the thought and drew out a gorgeous smile she could not hide from Tyler.

“What are you thinking? Why are you smiling?”

Destiny giggled and then blurted, “Because you and I are going to go to Ethiopia next week!”

“We are what? Where did you say?”

Her grin broadened still more. “You’re going to love it! We’re going to have the best time!”

“Ethiopia!” He exclaimed after hearing all about her well thought out plan. “To where your grandmom lived?”

“Yes, but first we’re going to relax for a few days in Italy.”

“Oh, Goddess, I love you! This sounds like so much fun!”

Destiny blew him a kiss. “We need to getaway. I’m looking forward to some good Italian cuisine but even more, I have always wanted to see where my grandma lived. I want to understand my mom’s people. I want to see where her parents and family were raised. I want to see what life there is like. I have made all the arrangements. And I have found the most wonderful tour guide. She is perfect for what I’m looking for.”

“This is so cool!!”

“It will be. We’re going to fly to Rome and then on to Africa,” she said excitedly. “You will love the places I will be taking you.” She paused before adding, “And I spared no expense.”

Tyler chuckled. “I figured as much. Where we go isn’t so much the issue as long as I am with you. I love traveling no matter where you take me.”

Destiny rubbed his arm. “When we get home, you will take me to the moon and back,” she answered with a wink and devilish smile.

“I think you will need my Saturn rocket if you want to get to the moon.” Tyler squeezed his crotch and grinned.

“I’m not sure the fuel cells of that rocket are full. I’ll have to check and see if your thrusters are ready to be put to use.” Reaching down she fondled his manhood before adding, “That’s not going to work. That rocket has a screwed up GPS. It’s oriented in a southerly trajectory. The moon is up there,” she said pointing to the sky. That thing is aimed to go who knows where.”

“Goddess,” Tyler pleaded. His cock was indeed pointing south. It had no choice. Ever since Destiny locked his ring to his balls, his handsome cock had always pointed down. Getting a good erection wasn’t ever a possibility.

Squeezing his cheeks between thumb and finger, Destiny forced his lips into a pucker. “Do you know what I think?” She watched him shake his head. “I think that little lunar lander I see behind your sweet lips will be all I’ll need to get me where I want to go.”

“Yes, Goddess,” he answered resignedly while trying not to grin. Doing his best, he suppressed his disappointment knowing tonight wouldn’t be a fuck-night, and accepted her terms. “Your slave will please you as you wish.”

“I know he will. That’s why I married him. Besides, you are such a good slave. Don’t you go worrying about your Saturn rocket. I’ll take good care of it.” She stroked him until he got good and hard. “It is a shame he’s pointing south though. What a shame,” she teased.

Destiny giggled, opened the magazine on her lap and returned to what she had been reading. Keeping her hand on his groin, she periodically stroked and squeezed his cock, doing just enough to keep him nice and hard.

Inwardly, she continued to smile. He was the best, and she loved him for being the man he had become. Tyler made her feel safe and secure and most of all – loved. His arousal served as an accurate barometer to his level of sexual desire. For her, there was no better feeling than squeezing a hardened cock pulsing within the confines of her small hand. He couldn’t hide his true feelings and Destiny was hedonistic enough to want to know his lust for her never waned. There was something superbly gratifying to know she could make him hard at a moments’ notice. She knew he wanted to be fucked but fucking him wasn’t something she wanted tonight. Destiny wanted his tongue. She wanted madeinizmit.com his face between her legs. She wanted to bend his will to hers and make him please her knowing it wasn’t his first choice.

Closing his eyes, Tyler sated his emotions in the touch of her delicate hand working its magic. Knowing he’d be eating her shortly drew his thought back to the previous two times he had been told to get on the ground. Each time, she had made him take her to multiple climaxes while hovering over him from a newfound position.

In the past, whenever Destiny put him on his back, she either knelt and planted her pussy firmly against his mouth or squatted. Things got changed up this week. Destiny decided to squat, which was common for her to do. Just the other day, she extended a leg out to the side. From that position, she could lean either toward or away from her bent leg while enjoying his ministrations. The change in body lean allowed her pussy to press tighter against his mouth or away just far enough that it was all but out of reach of his fully extended tongue. All he could do was tickle her inner labia which hung down a good half-inch from her vulva. In this way, Destiny could tease as well as enjoy him while he took her to that place of bliss she had become so addicted to going.

“Mmmm,” Tyler moaned quietly.

“Am I getting you too aroused?” She asked without ever taking her eyes off of her reading.

“No Goddess. I have full control of my faculties.”

“Then why the moan?”

“I was thinking about last night.”

Destiny folded the magazine and turned toward him. “What about last night, my slave?”

“I was thinking about me laying on the ground why you worked your pussy over my mouth. I like being under you. I don’t think I could ever be content if you didn’t make me go down on you.”

His comment brought out a lovely smile. “No worries. I won’t deprive you of that honor anytime soon.”

Tyler felt her hand wrap around his manhood and close. “I love you, Goddess. Sometimes I can’t believe you married me. It’s the best feeling ever.”

Biting her tongue she grinned even more brightly. “I feel the same. You are mine.”

“I’ve told you that lots, but thanks. Thanks for being the woman I’ve needed all along. Thanks for being so strong. Thanks for insisting I be your slave. I can’t imagine us any other way.”

“Thank you, Tyler. I love hearing you verbalize thoughts like that. It’s nice hearing about how you feel.”

“I need to let you know more often how much I love you being my mistress.” he wrapped his hand around the one gripping his penis. “Mistress ….?”

“What, Tyler.”

“Going back to your parents made me think about all we did before marrying.”

“Like what?”

“Mostly I thought about our engagement and wedding.”

“Hope they were good thoughts.”

“Most were but I’m sorry I had reservations about marrying you. I can’t believe I had thoughts of not going through with it. I shouldn’t have told you those things. They weren’t that important. I am sorry for putting a damper on that day.”

“What are you talking about? You mean you’re sorry for letting me know you weren’t sure what I might do once I legally owned you?”

“Yes, I can’t take my words back.”

“There’s no need to be sorry. You were only expressing how you feel.”

“But I implied I didn’t trust you. That was wrong. I do trust you. It shouldn’t matter what you demand of me.”

“I know. I didn’t give what you said much thought once we married.”

“You didn’t?”

“No. Do you know why?”

“No!”

“Because of what you promised me at our wedding ceremony. And what you begged me to do at Maria’s.”

“Exactly what part of my begging?” Tyler grinned knowing he had begged for so much.

After kissing his cheek she answered. “You promised me you’d obey me. You even begged me to push you as my slave. I have every intention to hold you to your promises. You didn’t qualify anything. You just said you would obey, and I accepted your promise. Everyone heard you and everyone watched me stand while accepting your plea.” She smiled.

“What are you saying?”

“Nothing. I’m simply reminding you of what you said. And as you said, you can’t take back words once they’re spoken. And you know me, Tyler, I wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

“I intend to do what I promised,” he countered. “And you have been a good and gentle mistress for me.”

“You think so?”

“I do. I love being your slave. I never thought it would be such an easy transition but I’m enjoying it.”

“Maybe you need a good pushing,” she suggested.

“I thought you already pushed me.”

Destiny shook her head. “Maybe when I laid out my terms after you betrayed me I pushed but I don’t think I’ve pushed you since.” Destiny pinched his cheek. “Have you ever wondered what me pushing you might be like?”

No, but I would obey you no matter what.”

“Of course you would. You don’t have a choice. You’re mine, remember? I guess that’s the definition of a slave, now isn’t it?”

Tyler watched her smile with satisfaction. He could tell she wasn’t gloating but rather relishing in the knowledge that he was hers. “I guess you’re right. I don’t have a choice but, regardless, I want you to know I appreciate you taking charge of me. I love seeing the person you’ve become.”

“Thank you.” Dez smiled and then asked, “Do you know what I was thinking about?”

Tyler grinned. “Tell me.”

“I was wondering if I should have offered you to go down on my mom.”

“What?” He shouted. Others nearby looked his way.

“Hey, keep your voice down!” Destiny ordered in hushed anger.

“I’m sorry but why would you consider such a thing?”

Destiny’s tone soured. “Because she might like it and because you are good at it.”

“God, Destiny. I couldn’t. It’s your mom! You wouldn’t,” he pleaded.

“Of course I would. If I wanted to, I damn well would have. And you would do as you were told. Of course, it would all depend on how interested Mom was but if she was, you’d damn well would eat her.”

Tyler looked away.

Destiny saw his head shaking. “Hey, don’t you ever turn your head away from me while I’m talking to you! Do you hear me, Slave!?” She hissed. “You remember your place! You remember who you are! You will obey me without even a hint of hesitation. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, Goddess. I understand perfectly,” he whispered sullenly.

“I hope so. You do not want to piss me off, Tyler. Don’t you try my patience!”

In a matter of seconds, their conversation had gone from good to bad. And it was all his doing. He shouldn’t have verbalized his surprise. He knew enough to know Destiny didn’t respond well when challenged. It was one thing to inquire, and yet quite another to show his disapproval. Tyler felt her grab his bicep and squeeze.

“If I order you to do something – anything,” she said sternly, “you will do it.” She pulled at his collar. “Remember what this thing symbolizes: my control, you’re my slave. I love you, Tyler, but I also own you. You are my property. Mine. Get that through your thick skull, and don’t ever forget it. You will do what I tell you to do.”

Tyler swallowed hard. Her reminding him who he was using such a harsh and direct statements made him realize the disparity that existed between him and his wife. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I will. I promise I will.”

“I hope so. I thought you always would but now I’m not so sure. I might have to push you just so you can show me just how far you will go for me as my slave.”

Destiny returned to her reading without saying another word. Her sudden silence and emotional withdraw made him feel sick inside. “When will I learn?” he thought. There was never any good that came from him challenging her authority. She was pissed and he knew it.

“Slave?!”

Tyler hadn’t even gotten the car unloaded when he heard her screaming from somewhere upstairs.

“Slave!” She shouted again.

Bounding up the steps, Tyler rounded the corner and entered their bedroom. She called again from her bathroom.

“Yes, Goddess.” He said breathing heavily. “Sorry I was….”

The door was closed. From the other side, she scolded. “No excuses. Get on your back. I’ll be right out.”

Tyler dropped to the floor and waited.

A moment later Destiny appeared. Her panties and jeans clung to one leg only. “Clean me,” she said and squatted over his mouth.

Without reservation, Tyler lapped at her pussy. The taste of her salty remnants clung to her shaven lips. She didn’t taste bad – just different. He remembered Uma making him drink from her and lick her clean. This was nothing like that. A few drops didn’t even compare to what she made him do.

Destiny spoke while he licked her vagina. “I might want you to do this from now on. I mean, you are my slave, and you said I haven’t pushed you.” She peered between parted thighs gauging his response. Seeing nothing positive or negative in his eyes, she smiled. “That’s enough but you be ready the next time I have to go. Don’t make me have to call you.”

“Yes, Goddess. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No. Finish doing whatever it was you were working on.”

It wasn’t until early evening when Destiny called him to kneel. “I want to cum. Make this a long and torturous one.”

Tyler grinned. “Goddess, you always change your mind when I do you that way. Am I to follow this order or the one I know you will be giving me later?”

“This one. Ignore the others. And that’s an order,” She grinned and slapped his cheek playfully.

“OK, Goddess. If you say so.”

“Slave?” She responded giggling. “Why do I love you so much?”

“I don’t know. Because I drive you crazy with stupid questions?”

Destiny tapped the crease of her pussy with one finger. “Maybe. I’ll think about why I do while you take care of this.”

“I can tell you want me,” he teased.

“How do you know that? How besides me telling you?”

He touched his nose. “This.” He moved his finger to his eye and tapped. “And this.” Finally, he pointed to his heart. “And this. They all tell me the same thing. You can’t hide your horniness from me any more than I can hide mine from you.”

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