A Lesson in Humility (Closed)

[The Apparition]

(OOC: This particular story is closed for myself and sweetdreamer00. Feel free to post any comments at the OOC thread - of course, PMs are welcome! Thank you, ahead of time for your interest in our story!)
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Laughter filled the room, he clicked on the mouse and watched as the movie played over again. A smile came across his features as he leaned back into his comfortable executive chair. On the monitor played a couple engaging in sexual acts, though the woman's face was blurred out and the man's never shown on film.
The man was brutal as he had the woman contorted in an awkward position, she even vocalizing how uncomfortable she was becoming - only to be met by the man spitting on her.
"Shut up and just take it, bitch!"

The man watching bellowed out in laughter again before stopping the video and then proceeding to upload it onto a fancy website entitled "Anonymous Sex", his own section on the site entitled: "The Executive". The text on one of the banners read: "Watch some of the most extreme lewdness you'll ever lay your eyes on" and "The only site on the Web where you don't have to worry about who's on!"

His own section of the website, "The Executive" was among the first and most popular. People often spoke of how dominating he was to the woman, some even deducing the two were married or cheating - as evidenced by their wedding bands on their fingers.
'Dude, i'm not even that harsh on my women - and i'm bdsm!'
'that's hawt.. i wish i had the nerve to just give it to em like you do'
'tell ur wife she doesnt deserve u - i want her'
..Were some of the most common of comments left by users and guests alike on the website. He blew most of them off, occasionally updating the page with:
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. SHE LISTENS ONLY TO ME."

Stretching his limbs outward he then stood up from his chair as a confirmation message popped up on the monitor, informing him of a successful upload.
"HONEY, GET IN HERE! GET A LOAD OF THIS!"
Eventually, she trotted in, wearing tight fitting athletic clothes as she had been working out downstairs.

Little did the internet public know, that this couple was no random couple. It was Joel Unger, vice president of the Rhinax Corp. - one of America's leading in military and civil technology - and his wife. A wife whom he assumed absolute control over - he gave her what he felt she needed, and gave her what he wanted. Their abode reflected on its owner's income - with intricate designs and spacious living. The luxury the couple had allowed for their own 'gym' settled on the downstairs of their mountainside mansion.

He turned around to see her and grinned.
"Check out the new video."
He played the video again and watched it, and laughed aloud at the part where he spat on her. Glancing over to her, she attempted to nod approvingly.
"Great stuff, isn't it? Oh, wait wait.. here comes another great part!"
In the video, he zoomed in with the camera on her face as she moaned with passion as he taunted and teased her.
"You want me, huh? You want me to cum in you?"
She nodded in the video as she was rocked.
"Here it comes, here it comes!"
Suddenly, in the video, he moved up and away from her and exploded his load on her breasts and face.

He exploded in laughter again, looking over to her who seemed slightly disappointed. His grin faded as he closed out of the video,
"Eh, maybe you're right. It's overdone. But it's still great, especially your reaction - admit that!"
She opened her mouth to speak, and quickly he put a finger up as he reached into his pocket - his cell phone having gone off on vibrate.

"This is Joel Unger. .. Yeah... No shit. Okay, I'll be down. Gimme thirty."
He walked up to her and pecked her on the cheek before walking right past her.
"Gotta go in, babe. Be back later tonight."

It was almost routine now... He would get her hopes up, become romantic with her - only to break out with the video camera. Once she'd express disapproval over it, he would threaten to have her out of the house or demean her - only to have her cave in and allow him to film. The rest of the time, it seemed, he spent at the office - as if he were married to his work, instead of her.

Joel never imagined that his beautiful, quiet wife had a side to her waiting to come out - to dominate and tame even him.

 

[sweetdreamer00]

Lisa Unger had been working out in the gym when her husband Joel summoned her. She rolled her eyes as she stepped off the treadmill and headed upstairs. When Lisa first married Joel she loved him very much, still did in fact except now he made it much harder for her. He micro-managed every aspect of her life. Everything had to be perfect.

Panting Lisa stopped by the fridge for a bottle of water on her way to his office. Joel was never satisified with her. She was a svelt woman 5'6 at 120 lbs but even that was not enough. Lisa was forbidden to eat fast food or any processed food it seemed. Joel even had her on a heavily regulated exercise routine. Every day, no matter how wretched she felt Lisa was forced to exercise for two hours.

Joel's evil grin sickened her almost. "Check out the new video."

Lisa was then forced to watch the taped preformance of their last sexual escapade. It turned her stomach, it really did. He forced her to do degrading things, never once thinking of her feelings. Joel's loud laughter filled the office. Her disgust was evident on her face.

"Eh, maybe you're right. It's overdone. But it's still great, especially your reaction - admit that!"

Lisa went to tell Joel exactly what she thought but his cell rang. "This is Joel Unger. .. Yeah... No shit. Okay, I'll be down. Gimme thirty. Gotta go in, babe. Be back later tonight." The quick kiss on the cheek he gave her did nothing but create a sneer on her beautiful face.

Joel never had time for her it seemed. He was married to his job. Lisa had been pressing him for children for years now but every time he brushed her off. Just once she would like to get what she wanted. Lisa would give anything for the abilty to give Joel a taste of his own medicine. Maybe her friend Meg was right. Perhaps it was time for her to stand up for herself and put Joel in his place.

With a hopeful smile on her face Lisa picked up the land line phone. Maybe she would have a talk with Meg about exactly that. "Hi Meg? Could we meet for dinner tonight? There is something I need your help with."

 

[The Apparition]

Racing in his luxurious sports car along the deserted freeway, he passed a police car that had been lying in wait - only to notice that the vehicle would easily outrun them.
"Forget it, we'll never catch up... Just note it in our report," spoke one of the officers to another.

Rhinax Corp.'s proving grounds were approximately 30 miles from Joel's mountainside mansion, and it usually took him less than 30 minutes to arrive at the facility. At this particular calling, the developers wanted Joel to witness the production of their newest achievement in civil engineering.

Revving the engine as he pulled into his personal parking spot, he turned the ignition off before stepping out. He had quickly changed into a dress shirt and dress slacks before making his way out - rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he approached the doors that automatically opened for him.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem with the Rhinotrac this time?"

A development team turned around to face Joel as he approached, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets before stopping in front of the massive machinery.
"It's causing more destruction than a clean demolition," said one of the team members.
Joel took one hand out of his pocket and began running his fingers along the body of the engineering marvel - it was set to become a new means of demolition. No explosives were necessary, hardly a mess for manual labor to clean - but it costed a hell of a lot for use, and it was still only in its trial stages.

"Have you tried speeding it up?"
"Speeding it up, slowing it down - it seems to just want to chew up what's given and crap out a mess."
"Who's operating it?"
"Jenkins - he's the senior developer of demolition."
"Well, maybe Jenkins doesn't know how to force anything into submission."

He smiled, having immediately thought of his gorgeous wife - at how willing she seemed to conform to his every desire and whim. He figured she would have nothing without him, but he always had a sinking suspicion that he would never had anything without her. She was his plaything, and the only way he kept her his plaything was to pamper her and then demand what he wanted out of her in return.

She was compliant...

"Uh, Joel?"
He turned around, glancing to the development team leader, pulling his hand away from the machine.
"You have to make the machine do what you want it to do. You can't just decide 'Oh, it's chewing it out as we're proceeding quickly - let's slow it down'. Then what you're doing is conforming to how it wants to function and not giving the results you want. Just keep running tests as you normally were - chances are you'll find the reason for it's malfunction.[/i]"

Having said that he began walking away, reaching for his cellphone clipped to his belt and quickly dialed a number before putting it up to his ear. The person on the other end of the line answered quickly, it was Lisa.
"Hey, what are you doing? Uh huh, I see... Well I'm going to be late, so go ahead and make yourself something nice - NICE. Don't go treating yourself to a fancy dinner or some crap like that, you don't need that. Yeah, alright. Love you, bye."

He glanced around with his dark eyes as he clipped the phone back onto his belt clip, reaching a hand up to his face as he rubbed at his sinuses briefly. Joel could honestly not fathom the idea that Lisa was already in the midst of changing her ways... Though nobody would really be able to tell, as he kept her practically locked up in the house.
Perhaps, the only way people would tell a change would be if he was forced to change...

 

[sweetdreamer00]

Lisa snapped her cell shut with a vengence. Who did Joel think he was? She blew a stray piece of hair from her eyes and turned her attention back to her friend at the other side of the table.

Meg had been her friend for ages it seemed. Lisa couldn't remember a time without her. She even was her Matron of Honor at their wedding. Meg had helped Lisa make all of the bridal decisions and now it seemed she was helping Lisa again. Only this time it was to teach Joel a lesson, one which would hopefully be ever lasting.

The waiter came to take their orders. Usually Lisa order a dinner salad but tonight, as a sign of her new found rebellion she decided to go against Joel's demands and order something extravagent, and unhealthy. Meg ordered her usual lobster bisque and Lisa order a steak, filet mignon rare.

Meg's perfectly tailored eyebrow arched at Lisa's order, "Feeling brave are we? What is Joel going to say Lis?"

Lisa took a long sip of her wine, "I don't care anymore frankly. Thats why I wanted to meet with you Meg. I need your help." Her nervousness was demostrated by her twirling of the wine glass." I want to...teach Joel a lesson Meg...I want-I want to treat him like he treats me."

Again Meg's eyebrow arched. She had wanted to put Joel in his place for years now but she never thought Lisa would. Submission was something Meg was familiar with, very familiar with. A sardonic smile went in place, "You mean you want to treat Joel like a piece of shit and have him like it?"

"I guess I deserve that," Lisa's head lowered to the table, her face slightly red.

Meg reached across the table and put her finger under Lisa's chin. She lifted her head up, "No you didn't. If you are going to do this right you need to remember you are always right." Meg gripped Lisa's chin tightly." You will be in charge."

Hearing that caused Lisa's eyes to light up. Power...yes that is what she wanted. "How do I achieve that?"

Meg's eyes sparkled. "That is the fun part Lis. There are so many ways my girl. Just depends on how far you want to go....Would you like to see your beloved Joel reduced to a helpless sissy maid or a pitiful pup or a weak slave who obeys your every command?"

Lisa shifted in her seat. For the first time in a long time she felt the stirrings of desire. Power. Joel listening to her. "I think I would like weaken slave for now Meg. Can I honestly get him to do whatever I want?"

"Oh yes. You'd be surprise at what I have reduced men to. What would you like the pathetic worm to do?"

Lisa fiddled with her napkin. "I would like..." Her voice broke" I would like a baby Meg."

Meg nodded with a tear in her eye. "That is possible Lisa. Especially if we use black mail to force his compliance." She pulled our a writing tablet from her purse. "Lets make out a list of things we need. After dinner I'll take you to a store to purchase them. Then if you like and we have time, I can begin to instrust you on how to weaken the mightly Joel Unger. Would you like that?"

Tears were openly flowing from Lisa's eyes. This was actually happening. She was going to do it...a baby, a baby of her own and Joel at her mercy. "Oh Meg thank you. How can I ever repay you?"

Meg reached over and kissed Lisa lightly on the cheek. "Seeing you happy is more than enough....Now lets get down to business shall we?"

 

[The Apparition]

Reaching a hand out, he clasped another man's hand with vigor, even patting the man on the shoulder.
"Rick, it's good to see you, buddy. Glad you could make it out here."

The other man, Rick, nodded with a large grin upon his face while being motioned to be seated.
"Joel, the pleasure is all mine. It can be a bit slower on the other side of the pond, and it's always great to be back in the States." Rick seated himself as Joel joined him on a small couch, handing him a glass of bourbon.
"How's the missus?"

Joel concentrated on pouring himself a glass of the liquor before glancing toward Rick a brief moment and shrugged. "Lisa? Eh, she's Lisa..." He took a sip before setting the bottle on a small table in front of them.
"..So Rhinax is finally starting to see considerable profit on the other side of the Atlantic?"

Rick merely nodded, before continuing: "Yeah, so when you say she's 'Lisa'.. What do you mean?"
He paused momentarily as he gauged Joel's reaction, wondering if he had crossed a line. Joel glanced away, and brought a hand up to his chin before rubbing it thoughtfully - wondering if he should carry on the conversation or attempt to ignore it.
"Well, she needs me - that's for damn sure. I love the woman, but sometimes I'm not sure if she can even care for herself unless I was there for her."

He glanced back over to Rick who was nodding before taking a sip of his bourbon.
"Why do you ask?"
With a shrug, Rick set his glass on the table and scratched at the back of his scalp.
"You rarely ever talk about your own wife. I know it's not a common thing to talk about, especially in our business.. but I don't think I've ever remembered you talking about her on your own. It's always had to of been brought up in conversation."

Joel cast a dirty look at Rick as he took a sip of his bourbon.
"Yeah, well... uh... who asked you."
Rick nodded, "Point taken." Clearing his throat, he immediately continued, "Well, profits are beginning to grow considerably - I credit that to the needs of the many over the few."
The talk of business seemed to perk Joel back up:
"Yeah! The different C66 models of Ghorod military vehicles did two things for many nations over there: Increased and made their military more valuable - and allowed for the civilian models to be purchased. It was a win-win situation, I don't know why anybody hadn't thought of it before."

The two spoke of business for a good remainder of the evening, with Joel mostly doing the speaking until he poured the last of the bourbon from the bottle into his glass. They were able to control their alcohol, although it seemed to begin to show its effect onto Rick as he was growing relaxed and tired. Joel chuckled to mostly to himself before commenting on Rick's weariness:
"That reminds me of her."

Rick sat up slightly, as Joel continued:
"Lisa... she grows tired of something until I have to tantalize her with something - then she perks right back up."
"What do you usually tantalize her with?"
Realizing he had made an error in bringing up the subject, he shook his head while standing from the couch - Rick also joined him in standing. Tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trash bin, Joel held his glass in his hand before extending his hand out.

"Rick, thank you for coming in. I'll see you tomorrow, I'm sure."
Shaking his head in the slightest, also mused by the fact that his longtime friend did not want to speak of his wife to anybody. Was he really so controlling over her? Was there something he was hiding? It only piqued his curiousity even more..
They both shook hands as Joel led Rick outside of his office.
"Rhinotrac will be ready for Europe next quarter, I'm sure of it. So be prepared."
"Always. And don't be afraid to talk about Lisa so much!"

Waving a hand, dismissing the talk, Joel finished off the last bit of bourbon in his glass before withdrawing his cellphone from his side. A Rhinax golfcart approached, stopping just in front of the two.
"Bye, Rick."
Rick waved back before stepping onto the golfcart, the employee carting off the executive through the complex and to eventually his transportation.

Flipping open his cellphone, he dialed a number and held the phone up to his ear.
Much to his chagrin, there was no answer as the phone continued to ring. He glanced up to a nearby clock. It was after eleven. Still ringing.. She usually picked up after the second ring - it was onto its fifth, and suddenly..
He opened his mouth to talk, when her voice came over for a message service. Needless to say, this was something was not used to. There was a rather long awkward pause once the beep of her message service indicated his begin speaking.

"Uhh... Lisa. It's me. You'd better be alright, you didn't pick up. I'm coming home now, you'd better be at least asleep when I get in."

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, he set the empty glass on a nearby table in the hallway as he headed for an elevator to the parking garage. He sped out of the elevator once the doors opened up at the parking garage level - quickly locating his car and getting in. Rubbing his own weariness from his eyes, he then quickly reversed out of the parking spot and then threw the vehicle into drive - speeding out of the garage and onto the road.