A Better Wife (Epilogue)

Eleanor opened her eyes as the strange door in front of opened up. She was lying in some sort of machine and now the door to the machine had opened. Gingering stepping of the machine, she looked around and saw that Brian was in another machine just like her. And just like her, he was just waking up.

She was about to step towards him when her eyes locked onto the table between them. A red burqa was on the table and Eleanor couldn’t help but touched it with her hand. She was holding it up to her face when a similar voice called out to her.

 

“Ellie,” Eleanor looked up and saw that Brian had stepped out of the machine. He was smiling at her. “That was some trip eh?”

 

Brian was happy and Eleanor had to agree with him. It was some trip. “Yes, it was great.”

 

Brian nodded in acknowledgement and said the words that would forever changed their lives. “This virtual reality program is superb. Man, too bad it had to end. I wouldn’t mind living like that forever.”     

 

A wave of strange feelings came over Eleanor. Her mind and feelings were in flux and she felt that she would fall over. Then she sensed the touch of the burqa on her face and she realized what she had to do.

 

“Who said it had to end?” she asked. She smiled at the confused look on her husband’s face and placed the red burqa on top of her head. Brian’s face changed and a great smile appeared on his face. Seeing that smile, Eleanor knew she was doing the right thing as she let the burqa flowed over her. Instinctively, she knew what the next step was.

 

Stepping forward toward Brian, she knelt and then bowed. Eleanor then turned her head, rubbing her head against the feet of her husband. A sense of contentment and pride filled her! Eleanor marveled at her submission and how good it felt. She felt like she was floating in the clouds. She did not know how long that lasted, it may have just lasted for a few seconds but for her it felt like hours.

 

“Enough”

 

At Brian’s voice, Eleanor stood up. She looked at her husband and even through the burqa, their eyes met. They knew nothing would ever be the same again.

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The two monitors on the wall could have been showing the same scene from a movie. Both monitors were showing a woman in a burqa kneeling and bowing at the feet of a man. One of the monitor was showing Brian and Eleanor, while the other was showing Brandon and Sandra.

And the two couples had all the men in the room transfixed. Mayor Richard Evans, the man who put all this together, had a rueful smile on his face. He couldn’t help but shake his head. In truth, he never thought the experiment would have gone as well as it did.

Of the remaining men in the room, John Mitchell was the first to recover. He looked away from the monitors to his fellow conspirators and obviously liked what he saw. Looking around, Evans could understand why. Hal Green and Anwar Brown, the two scientists in the group, both had a triumphant smile on their faces while Rahim bin Ismail had a look of awe on his.

Evans understood what they were all feeling. It was a feeling of seeing the impossible and trying to figure out how it was going to benefit himself. They do not see the big picture likes Evans did; everything was about to change for all of them!

“Gentlemen,” John waited for everyone to look at him before continuing, “As you can see, this operation has been a total success.”

Rahim was the first to reply. “Will your programming hold?”

All eyes turned to Hal. “We believe so.” Hal said. “Our virtual reality machines at Immersion can…transform the views of our subjects. Usually it takes a few sessions before we can alter the minds of the subjects but with the…mind-control gas provided to us from The Creed, the programming now takes only hours to complete.”  

“But will it hold?” Rahim asked again.

“Only time will tell,” to his credit Hal answered without hesitation. “But yes, we believe it will. The minds of the four test subjects are now forever altered.”

Richard Evans gave a small cough to get everyone’s attention. The last thing he wanted was for the group to dissolve into an argument. He understood he needs to grab the bull by the horns if he was to get what he wanted.

“Everyone, about 20 years ago I set up the Male Alpha Party in this small town of Water Springs. The idea I had was to return the town to an older way of thinking, when women were first and foremost wives and mothers, and to return men to their natural position as undisputed leaders of the human race. Mostly, we have succeeded. However, in a small town like ours, there will always be a tiny group of men and women who do not believe in our doctrine. I invited all of you here to fix this problem and it seems with the help of two of the groups, The Immersion Project and The Creed, we have found a way to do so. Prof Hal Green, Dr. Anwar Brown; let me to be the first to applaud both of you for a job well-done”

The men in the room clapped their hands as the two scientists made their bows to the room. Evans’ speech wasn’t exactly true. The M.A.P original ideas were far more radical than making women wives and mothers but he knew he had to be careful with the group. He even had a speech prepared in case the experiment failed but frankly he had hoped to use this one. A mind-control machine that takes just hours to forever altered the minds of its subjects was without doubt an amazing achievement. On the applause died down, the group discovered that Evans wasn’t done.

“However this project wasn’t the only reason why I invited each of you here. The thing is we, the M.A.P, we are but a small party in a small town. Like I said earlier, the M.A.P wanted to return men to their natural position as leaders, and to return women to being wives and mothers. Each of you in this room is a member of a group or organization that believes, to some extent, the same thing.” Evans waited to see if anyone would disagree. Luckily, no one did. He continued, “However we are all facing problems with society at large. A simple example would be Sun Horizon. Mr. Rahim, you are part of the Sun Horizon Group. Your company is multinational with interest throughout the world but is based in the Middle East. Your desire to import the company culture of Sun Horizon to America has been met with protest and lawsuits.” Evans waited for Rahim to give a reluctant nod before going for the finish. “I wish to invite Sun Horizon and each of your group to setup a base here in Water Spring.”

The looks in the room ranged from shock to curiosity to simple calculation of what this offer means. John was the first to ask the question everyone was wondering. “Mayor Evans, what are you offering exactly?”

“Simply put, our mission of total male superiority is something that is beyond the scope of the M.A.P. We can’t do it. We are a small party in a small town. The M.A.P wish to expand, the town needs to grow, and that’s the main reason why I invited all of you to my town. The only hope we, any of us, have to accomplish our goals is to help each other. Alone, with the political climate as it is now in North America, none of us has any chance.”

“But what is it you are offering?” John asked again. A lawyer by trade, he was nothing if not meticulous.

“You setup shop in Water Spring, you invest in the town, you help the town grow; and in return I promise that you will be free of any lawsuits from our town. You do not have to worry about how legal your research is or being exposed in the papers. In short, you setup in Water Springs and as long as you do not harm the residents of the town, you are free to do as you pleased.”  

Smiles and laughter ringed around the room. It was a deal too good to say no to.

A Better Wife (Part 5)

The sun was shining when they left the cottage but the air was still cold. Walking 3 steps behind Brian, Eleanor found another great advantage of the burqa. It was warm!

 

Beneath her burqa, she was a long sleeve red dress given to her by the resort. It reaches to the ground and was more conservative than what she usually wears but now she was glad for it. Although the cold air was clearly affecting her husband, Eleanor was warm and comfortable under her burqa.

 

Their cottage was one of the furthest situated from the mansion and the duo enjoyed their slow walk to the mansion where they were supposed to have their breakfast. Eleanor looked around at the other cottages and wondered which one was Brandon and Sandra assigned to. Each couple was assigned a private cottage for their stay and it was something Eleanor appreciated.

 

As they entered the mansion, Eleanor couldn’t help but marveled at the inside of it. She didn’t really have time to walk around yet but from what she could see, it was designed like some sort of old school English mansion and was extremely well-made.

 

Brian knew exactly where they were supposed to go and they soon reached an imposing oak door. Without hesitation he opened the door and the sound of slaps could be heard from the room. Taking a quick look at each other, Brian and Eleanor tentatively took their first steps into the room. They immediately saw where the sounds were coming from.

 

The men were each sitting in a chair at the centre of the room and among them was Brandon. He was sitting in his chair and a woman in a sky-blue burqa was across his lap.

He had flipped the woman’s skirt and burqa over her legs and pulled her panties down to her knees. The sound ringing through the room came from Brandon slapping the woman’s buttock. Brandon’s hand rise and fall in quick succession and the couple could do nothing but stared in amazement.

 

Eleanor immediately knew it was Sandra on Brandon’s lap and was amazed not only by the woman’s position but also by the fact she was stoically taking the hits without a sound. The exposed round ass on show was as red as a fresh apple and from the look of the redness, Eleanor could see they had been at this for awhile already.

 

The rest of the men were all looking on with grins with on their faces and with a quick glance, Eleanor noticed that her husband had one too. Eleanor wasn’t surprised. Sandra’s creamy white/red buttocks were a sight to behold and she wondered herself how it would feel if Brian one day dragged her over his knee and…disciplined her. She was amazed by the thought and by the fact how good the thought felt. 

 

As she watched Brandon rained another blow on Sandra, Eleanor discovered that she was getting wet at the sight of Sandra’s spanking. Eleanor felt a strong desire to get Brian back to the cottage for another round of sex but instead she just stood transfixed at the scene. After too long, Brandon finally stopped and flipped Sandra’s burqa and dress down her legs. Sandra stood up and immediately fell to her knees. The men laughed.

 

A few of the men clapped and one even congratulated Brandon on “showing his wife her place”. A dismissive wave of his hand had Sandra standing up and rushing to pull up her panties. She then rushed to the far side of the room. Only then did Eleanor noticed the rest of the women kneeling there facing the wall. Sandra joined the line and took her position at the end of it.

 

“Go,” Eleanor looked at Brian and her husband whispered again. “Go join the women.”

 

With that, Brian walked towards the men at the centre. Following Sandra’s example, Eleanor quickly shuffled to the far end of the room. A quick count let her know that all the other women were there and she was the last to arrive. She quickly took a position beside Sandra. Following their examples, Eleanor knelt and placed her hands on the floor in front of her. Her upper body then leaned forward till her face was directly in front of the wall. It was not enough.

 

“Women, I want your faces in that wall. Smash your faces against it!”

 

One of the men shouted the order and Eleanor instinctively knew it was for her benefit. She lean forward some more till her face was now touching against the wall.

“Remember, your faces crushing against the wall!” Another man shouted. “Be one with the wall!”

The men laughed at the joke and a wave of humiliation came over Eleanor. She on her hands and knees in a roomful of men, and she now had her face against a wall. But even that was not enough. Eleanor leaned further forward and forced her face further to the wall.

She was left in that position for over half an hour.

Eleanor felt terrible, as if she wasn’t even a human, just a piece of furniture left in a corner. Her humiliation was further increased when she heard the men standing up. Continuing their conversation, the men left the room without a word to their women. Eleanor maintained her position along with the other women but as the minutes ticked away, she realized that the men were not coming back. Humiliation turned to anger. The men had gone for breakfast, leaving the women behind unattended. Eleanor felt like leaving her position just to spit the men.

Hours later however, she was still in her position. Eleanor’s stomach grumbled with hunger but she kept her self-control and her position, not truly knowing why. It just felt wrong to leave her position without a specific order from a man. This was true even though she was in some pain. Her knees had been in pain for some time already and Eleanor had to shift her weight between her knees just to maintain her position. To keep her mind off the pain, she played in her mind the various reasons why she was willingly staying in her humiliating position.

She couldn’t come up with anything that sounded reasonable and Eleanor couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong just by staying here. The feeling that she was meant for more than this, that she was more than just some wife kneeling on the floor. However at the same time, she also couldn’t shake the feeling that she would be doing something terribly wrong if she moved without permission.

Her confused mind was only given a rest when she heard the sound of a door opening. Eleanor was dying to take a look at the door and see who came in but without orders she didn’t dared to. She heard the door closing and footsteps coming towards them. Long minutes lasted without a sound being made. Then a voice boomed.

“All girls will stand”

 

Eleanor tried to stand as ordered but her knees would not cooperate with her. The numbness in her legs threatened her balance and she had to put her hands on the wall to prevent herself from falling. Pain wrecked her body as Eleanor heard a swooshing sound. Eleanor cried out in pain as she then heard the sound again, only this time down the line.

 

“No hands on the wall! Stand up straight!”

 

The male voice boomed again. Eleanor quickly took her hands off the wall and put them by her side. She thought that it was unfair of them to punish the women for not obeying an order that was never given but she wisely kept her mouth shut. She heard the swooshing sound a few more times and some cries from some of the women down the line but soon all the women were standing in a straight line with their hands by their side.

 

“All girls will turn to the right”

 

Eleanor turned sharply to her right. Last in line, she could see all the women in front of her and the 3 men looking over the women. Eleanor saw that all 3 men were wearing comfortable T-shirts with jeans and that they all had bushy beards on them. Two of the men were carrying a cane while the last had a video camera in his hand.

 

The video camera startled everyone and Eleanor could see that a few of the women dropping their heads. Eleanor did so as well. It’s one thing to be a faceless obedient wife at a private company retreat; it’s another to have video evidence recording it all.

 

“All girls will placed their hands on the shoulders of the girl in front of her”

 

The man with the camera was the one giving the orders and with the canes in full view, Eleanor quickly placed her hands on Sandra’s shoulders. One of the men with the canes spoke to the first woman in the line and when she raised her hands, the man tied the hands up with a rope. The other man with the canes then went down the line, placing a black hood over the heads of all the women. When the hood came down, Eleanor lost what limited vision she had. Total blackness enveloped her. Then she felt the line moving.

 

Eleanor was in a panic. She was blind with no idea what was going on but with Sandra moving in front of her, she had no choice but to follow. The moment she did, she understood it was the right thing to do. The man had ordered the girls to place their hands on the shoulders of the girl in front of her and there were no orders given to let go. So Eleanor had to move along or risk losing the shoulder of Sandra. Evidently, it was the right thing to do. The sense of pride that came to Eleanor for doing the right thing was quickly snuffed out by a comment from one of the men.

 

“Move closer to each other girls, you’re all on camera here”

 

Shame filled her as the men laughed. Eleanor again felt like a fool obeying these nonsensical orders and in her mind she wondered what she was doing it for. The answer came unexpectedly.

 

“Quiet you two! These women are obeying for their husbands! There’s no greater glory than that for a woman.”

 

The admonishment came from the man who had been giving the orders so far, the man with the camera, and immediately the pride Eleanor felt earlier returned. Yes, she would look like a fool once she sees the video. Yes, she was walking in a line like a small like child but she would be doing it with pride.

She was doing this for her husband; for his career; for his and theirs future.

 

Eleanor’s mind relaxed. She felt that the men can do whatever they wanted to her for the rest of the day and it would not matter. For her husband, she would deal with any humiliation the men can dished out.

Eleanor knew the man was right; for a wife, for a woman, there’s no greater duty than doing things for your husband!

 

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