The Road to Hell...

My grandmother used to tell me, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions". I never thought this made a lot of sense until recently. Looking back on it, I'm sure there's things I could have done differently but... well that's hindsight.

The story really starts with my wife. Kay is a wonderful, loving, sexy, smart woman and I've never had a day of regret in marrying her. The only problem in our marriage is her health. Specifically, she suffers from terrible migraines. She's often incapacitated for days on end because of them. Neither one of us is happy with the situation but despite thousands of dollars spent on treatments and doctor's visits the problems have only persisted and, in fact, gotten worse. I began to turn to various alternative treatments. At first it, was acupressure and massage. Later, we moved on to deep breathing exercises all without success. Then, one day, a friend of mine suggested hypnotism. When I brought this up to my wife she reacted with surprising vehemence, "You want me to let some stranger mess with my head?"

"It was just a suggestion. Dave said it really worked for his mother and I thought it was something we could try." I told her.

"Well the answer is, 'No!'" she yelled as she stormed off.

I probably should have let it die right there but I can't let things go. I did some more studying on the subject and was eventually directed to the concept of subliminal messages. I'm a techie guy at heart so the idea of subliminal messages appealed to me. I did a little poking on the internet and found lots of less than reputable websites and for-pay offerings. This being the internet era, I was unwilling to settle for anything less than free. So I wrote my own. It was just a little script that popped up some basic messages at random places at random intervals on the computer screen. I kept it simple and specific:

-Headaches are manageable-

-When a headache is coming you relax in response-

-You are relaxed around Jay [me]-

-Relaxation greatly reduces your headaches-

-The pain of headaches is not to be feared-

-You can conquer your headaches-

Like I said, I didn't have a lot of confidence in this working but I was willing to try anything. I loaded up the program on her laptop and promptly forgot all about it. A week went by and then another and another without any real change. About three weeks later Kay hit a particularly good patch and only had two headaches in a week (sad that that's a "good" patch). Our life actually returned to some semblance of normal for a brief period. Our sex life really picked up and we had spontaneous sex four or five times. It was in that post-coital bliss that she said the thing that changed our lives forever. "Honey, my headaches have seemed much better lately. I feel so relaxed around you... I feel like the headaches are completely manageable."

This wasn't verbatim from the program but it was awfully close. It got my mind wandering and the next day I went back to the software for the first time in weeks. I couldn't believe our luck. If this worked it would be great news for us. I figured the program needed a bit of reinforcement though so I decided to add a few more lines of text:

-The computer helps you relax-

-Kay can beat her headaches-

-Migraines can be beaten-

-Relaxing is the weapon to beat Migraines-

Then, for reasons that I can't answer, I added another line:

-Sex with Jay is wonderfully relaxing-

This led me to think, "I need something to prove whether this is actually working or not," and I typed:

-Garter belts and stockings are very sexy and comfortable-

She'd never warmed to garter belts and stockings but I'd never pushed it really hard. I had reasonable confidence that if she wore them it would be because of the subliminals and not some coincidental change of heart.

I compiled the program and set it to auto-run again. Again, I waited a few weeks but this time I was watching for changes. We continued to have great sex, with some fairly great orgasms for both of us. She mentioned how relaxed she felt a lot as well but never in combination with the sex so I wasn't certain if it had worked. One day, about three weeks after the 2nd program change I came home to the house and there was a note on the counter, "Come upstairs". My dick was instantly hard but I'd learned my lesson before and was not going to get over confident. I got upstairs and gave a mock, "Honey, I'm home!" shout out. Or at least I tried to. My wife was lying in bed wearing a garter belt and stockings and nothing else. She was working a vibrator on her clit and smiling up at me with the sexiest look I'd seen in awhile. "You like the look?" she asked. "I was going through the closet today and saw them. I forgot how comfortable they are... and I know you like them too... " she said and then arched her back as waves of pre-orgasm rippled through her.

Needless to say, my clothes were off in a flash. We had a good, quick, athletic fuck and she was quickly flipped onto her hands and knees so I could take her from behind like we both liked. As I pounded her, I marveled at the smooth curve of her hips and how it was accented so wonderfully by the garter belt. We both came hard and I thought to myself, "Damn I'm lucky"

Our life went on like this for some time... but as with everything, all good things must come to an end. A week later, I came home from work to find Kay sitting at the computer. On the screen were a whole host of thumbnails of porn that I recognized from my collection. "Why do you need this shit?" she asked. "Haven't you been getting all the sex you need lately?"

I tried to laugh it off, "Those are really old honey. I haven't downloaded things in months."

"So it's only when I'm not putting out that you stare at this? You know I hate this stuff." she said. We had talked about this before but I hadn't realized it was such a big deal. I decided there was no reason to fight it so I just gave in.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll delete it all tonight" I told her.

"Yes, please" she said and stormed off, slightly mollified. I did some quick rearranging and pushed all of my porn off to a zipped file in a partitioned drive. I knew that her main complaint was just the possibility of one of her friends or family members seeing the stuff. I had a good selection that appealed to my personal kinks and I wasn't yet ready to get rid of it, nor was I ready to have THAT discussion with my wife. But I was a little mad in return and, without thinking about it, I pulled up the subliminal message program and added a few lines:

-Porn is good-

-Porn is sexy-

-What Jay likes is good-

-You should seduce Jay-

-Porn can give you ideas about what Jay likes-

-Jay likes porn sluts-

-Getting fucked by Jay is a way to get rid of headaches-

-You should act like a porn slut with Jay-

As I was compiling the program I thought through the morality of all this. Kay had always been incredibly kinky and willing in our sex life and she'd never shied away from sexual things so this didn't seem like that big a deal... Maybe that was wrong but I wasn't thinking about that at this point.

Our sex life returned to normal... perhaps even getting a little kinkier but nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, there was a change about three weeks later. That was the point that I started to realize that the three weeks period was the time frame for the changes (at least for my wife). I came home and my wife was in one of her sexy outfits. She'd taken to walking around the house in high heels, garters, stockings and a thin robe. The look always made my dick twitch and this was no exception. This time, however, she invited me to sit in my computer chair. Always an unusual event. She knelt down sexily between my legs and began tracing her fingers up and down my thighs. "I've been thinking a lot about it, Jay. The whole thing with the porn. I wanted to apologize. I just ambushed you and didn't give you a chance to explain at all." She was running her fingers along my rock hard dick now and was reaching for the zipper. "I did some surfing today and I have to admit some of it is pretty hot." I noticed that one of her hands was reaching for her pussy. "But there's a lot of stuff out there. I realized that I had no idea what you liked." Now her tongue was inches from my just freed cock. I felt like bursting. "What do you like to watch those sluts do?" she asked in a show of mock innocence.

Even though I had anticipated this coming, I hadn't anticipated it being quite this direct. "I could show you... " I chanced, "I kept some of the best stuff that I didn't want to delete."

"I know..." she said and wrapped her lips around my cock. She bobbed up and down on my dick for a couple minutes before stopping and saying, "Show me your favorite." I pulled up a video of a blonde woman bent over a desk. She was being spanked by a man while her face was buried in the cunt of another woman. The man would alternate between turning her tight ass red and finger fucking her. The whole time he was talking dirty to her and she would moan in response. My wife was staring at the screen and stroking her tit with one hand and her clit with the other, "You like this, huh?"

"It turns me on a lot," I told her truthfully. My eyes were mesmerized by her fingers working over her clit.

"We've done a lot of this before... You know it turns me on too, right?"

"Yeah, but a lot of this you'd never go for... and I never wanted to upset you"

"I wish you'd shared this with me sooner. I'm not crazy about the other girl... but as for the rest, I've probably earned some punishment." With that, she stood up, walked over to the table and bent over. My wife had always enjoyed a good spanking but it had always been part of sex. Never "Punishment". I wasn't sure how far, or in what direction, this was going but I wasn't going to miss an opportunity. I walked over behind her and grabbed her hair.

"You want it rough?" I asked, letting a tone of menace into my voice. "You need to be retrained. You've forgotten how to be a dirty little slut for your owner".

"I know... please punish me..." she whimpered. I reached with my other hand to her cunt and found it already dripping with her juices. Then, without warning or foreplay, I brought my palm down on her ass. The flesh rippled on impact and Kay let out a guttural moan and involuntarily arched her back in response. I knew that tonight was going to be a good night and I quickly brought three more smacks down on her sweet ass. "Yes, master! Show me what kind of slut you want." This brought another sharp smack down on her ass, followed by some quick finger fucking. The juices were flowing solidly down her leg at this point.

"Look at you. Your cunt juice is dripping down your leg and you're asking to be spanked more? What a slut!" I reached around and pinched one of her nipples, gently at first but then harder. "Listen to me slut," I whispered in her ear. "You better remember real quick how to talk dirty or you're not going to be able to sit tomorrow..."

My wife replied, "Fuck this slut any way you want. Treat me like one of those porn whores who fucks for money. That's what I want to be. Do anything you want, just make sure I get slammed and fucked when you're done."

That was all I needed to hear. I made one quick stab into her, sliding in easily with all of her juices. "That's a good slut." I said to her as I pounded away. Her only answer at this point was a long, loud wail that only changed in tone based on how much of my cock was buried in her. Finally, I came, shooting come all up in her. Her body jerked and spasmed and she quickly finished herself off before I was even done coming, shrieking like a banshee.

We collapsed on the floor, laughing. "Oh my god that was good. You really pounded me, honey," she said.

"You weren't so bad yourself. I love it when you talk like that." I reached over and stroked her tit and she twitched and then curled up protectively.

"I've already come baby. You know how I get," she said defensively. My wife's sex drive was always very good but usually after she came she wasn't particularly horny anymore and on the rare occasions that she was, she didn't like anything rough or kinky. Multiple times before, we'd had good, intense sex going and she came before I did forcing me to just fuck her to finish.

"Don't worry about it... Go get cleaned up," I told her, already making a list of the things to fix about her.