Trophy Wife               by: Paul G. Jutras

 

Steve Johnson was the type of man who saw the brace ring and went for it. He was a young 28 year old already graduated from an ivy league collage and was moving up the New York corporate ladder of success. His cutthroat maneuvers of bugging meetings allowed him to know just what a client wanted and have it ready for the clients when they arrived. If it meant getting a promotion, he'd do it. His plan was to make partner of Mannequin Inc before he was thirty.

When it came to women, he wasted no time in his masterful act of seduction. He figured he was better in bed than any of the James Bond actors that appeared in the various films. He was the ultimate male as far as he was concern with his well sculptured body that was flawless.

As Steve adjusted his tie, he walked with confidence through the office, eyeing each of the ladies as he passed on by. "Ah, such fine feminine specimens." He thought as he watched the bounce of their breasts and the wiggle of their rear with each graceful step. He couldn't understand why such fine women weren't cover models or living in the playboy mansion.

As Steve entered his office and went through mail, he found an invite to the company's black and white ball. It was the social function of Mannequin Inc Enterprises. It was sponsored every year by the chairman of the company chain, and only the selected got invited to attend. Besides the business contacts, what he looked forward to was the way the women would dress up and flirt with him.

Steve knew that if he played his cards right, he could be seeing that partnership chair on the board in no time. It might even give him the chance to sneak into the locked area of the lab and get the evidence he needed to blackmail his way into a directors chair.

Steve snapped out of his daydream when the president of the company burst into the office. "Steve, my boy." He said as he lit up a cigar. "I see you got your invite. I've been watching you and think you have what it takes to be brought in on the company secrets."

Larry Mars was the current president of the company and answered only to the chairman of the board himself. It was with Larry's help that the chairman had made Mannequin Inc one of the wealthiest companies in the country. They built and shipped mannequins to stores all over the world. He made sure that the companies hired only the best looking women.

"Steve right?" Larry said as he took a puff of his cigar.

"Yes sir." Steve replied, mentally picturing himself in a board chair. He may even make president of a corporate branch some day. "It is an honor to be selected to attend your function. I hope that I prove worthy of the faith you put in me."

"We feel that you have the right stuff to make it on my special 'team' and would be a wonderful asset in designing the looks of our new mannequins." Larry said eyeing him intensely. "As you know we are know for not making two mannequins alike. The trouble is that all our corporate heads are married and we have several beautiful women to choose from."

"Oh, man." Thought Steve about all the pussy he would be giving up when he'd get married. "The one thing I didn't want for a promotion was to get married."

"Don't fret, boy." replied Larry "When you learn our secrets, you will realize how wonderful being promoted can be. We have developed a way where ones wives appear in functions such as the ball, but allows the man to be free otherwise. We just need to find someone willing to marry you."

"I would be glad to do anything that will benefit my career and the company success." Steve said in a menacing tone and a wicked look in his eyes.

Steve reported to work early the next day as asked. He heard whispers going throughout the secretaries and other female employees. It was obvious each wish to be marry a wealthy raising man and retire to a life of being pampered and going to fancy balls.

"I feel like a sultan in a harem." Steve thought as he glanced at their smiles on his way to his office.

"It's always like this before a social event." Larry said as he stepped out of his office on the way to a board meeting. "Especially if it means getting married to one of those attending the party."

Just then, an office mail courier handed Steve a memo to go to sub level B after lunch. Also in the envelope was an electronic pass key. "I wonder if this has anything to do with the boss' meeting this morning." He thought as went about his normal business of the day.

Steve was planning on sneaking into that portion of the factory during the ball. He couldn't believe he was now getting a V.I.P invite inside. It was rumored the whole secret behind the company's success was in that section.

"PLEASE DATE YOUR NAME." An electronic voice spoke as Steve stepped up on a platform before a large metal door.

"Steve Mars." Steve said as the sound of a cranking chain seemed to come from within the walls. The large door raised itself up into the ceiling. Steve then followed a corridor, where he came across a similar door and another electronic voice.

"PLEASE STNAD STILL FOR RETINAL SCAN!" The computer said as Steve made like one of the companies mannequins as a red beam scanned up and down his body. This door then slid into the wall and revealing another corridor.

This corridor was shorter than the previous one. This door had a lock for him to slid his pass key through. He did so and the red light turned green. The door slide opened and Steve entered a room where Larry and some of the board men stood about.

Steve notice that they were also joined for a medical staff. One of the secretaries was having her blood pleasure check and breasts measured. Her name was Katrina and Steve remembered seeing her face in the secretary pool. As far as she knew, she was just having a pre-wedding medical check up.

"I think you'll be happy with the wife we've picked out for you." Larry said as he took Steve over to the side. "She was so pleased when I told her that you were looking for a wife to aid the corporate image and she was the woman for you."

"You say that I won't have to do this ball and chain thing outside of the office?" Steve questioned about how that was possible. "You pick someone who just what the glory that comes to being married with a man on the board while we're really living our separate lives?"

"That's why we asked you here this afternoon." Larry said with a devilish smile on his face as the medics brought a table out similar to the one Kat laid on. "Kirk is beautiful enough cross dresser to fool even a womanizer like you. He, I mean she'll be a perfect photo image wife."

"Do not be alarm." Larry assured Steve as he saw the fear on the mans face. "We don't plan on making you sleep with him. The solution to your marriage problem is to brainwash Kirk under your complete mind control."

Steve suddenly became very intrigue. A woman under his complete mind control. Even if she wasn't a real woman.

"How did you talk her into coming down here?" Steve asked with a smile. "Nobody wants to have their mind ripped away from them?"

"We had to convince Kat that we were working on a new form of living mannequin. A mannequin that can be made to move by mind control. Since everyone's brainwaves differ, we needed a subject of each to test it out."

"If you agree, we just hook both of you up. Kirk will believe that he'll be trying to move the mannequin we bring out with his mind. What will be happening is that his brain will be conditioned to obey your commands." Larry said as he lead Steve to the table.

"So are you two ready?" Larry asked.

Steve nodded after the helmet was put and looked over to see that Kirk had done the same. He couldn't wait to get to the new management position. Being the man he was, he didn't have any bad feelings about what was about to happen to Kirk.

Kirk focused his mind on the mannequin. Steve just focused his mind on Kirk. He looked so sexy as she sat up on the table with a harden looking on his face. As Steve mind reached into Kirk, he felt like he could sense the mind in two different locations. His eyes started to close as if she was falling to sleep. Steve could only sense one mind again.

"She's asleep?" Steve asked confused as the medics quickly undid both helmets. "I guess when she wakes I'll have control of her mind or something?"

"She's already awake." Larry patted him on the shoulder as he helped Steve to his feet. They walked over to the mannequin whose skin looked more real than plastic. Her body itself was a 100% female copy of the male one." His mind has been transferred into the mannequin and will only move and speak at your command."

Kirk stared through his frozen eyes and realized he could not move. He saw Steve and Larry standing in front of him, but could not speak to ask them what was happening. He suddenly felt very aroused as Steve ran his hands over her butt, breasts and smooth over sex.

Worst yet, Kirk felt a wanted for him to touch him. At his command, he looked down at him prefect looking skin. His senses told her that he was no longer in his own body. When Steve took him over to his own body, he was confirmed that it was true. He could only watch in horror as his old body was tossed into a large furnace where it was destroyed.

Steve reached up and ran his fingers through his long hair and realized that when they weren't together at corporate functions, he would just be another display dummy.

Under his control, he examined every inch of his new mannequin body. He long fingers were beautifully manicured and painted. He wanted to scream and scratch Steve's eyes out, but could only do as Steve's mind commanded.

There was no doubt about it anymore. He was under his complete control, and his seat on the board was in the bag. "Oh my God! This will be better than I could ever imagine. Will she remain a mannequin forever?"

"Yes." Larry smiled. "After you retire from the company and no longer have an image to maintain, she will be sold to some store here or over seas."

"Nooooooooooooo!" Kirk screamed mentally as Steve made him move his hand down and rub his sexless crotch. "This can't be happening. I wanted to marry this guy but to be later sold as some store dummy."

As Steve took a seat and mentally controlled Kirk's limbs, some members of the board had her measured and dressed in a bridal outfit. After the outfit was fitted, it was removed and Kirk was left standing naked in the lab with a rod up his ass. Even with his eyes open she soon fell asleep.

As he slept, he had the most erotic dream in her life. Steve and him were all over one another in bed like a couple of wild animals. He laid back, spread his feminine legs and allowed him to enter him. As he did, he turned from human to a dildo and completely entered him. As he watched his pussy seal up, he had non stop orgasms the like he never felt before.

He woke to the sight of a visual merchandiser painting his nails and making up his face. He felt pampered as his hair was styled and he was dressed up for the wedding. Under Steve's mind control, he moved gracefully from the store room to a limbo. They took off for the church.

Kirk stared at nothing as they rode to the church. He moved stiffly down the isle, where he stood before Steve who looked handsome in his tux. "Do you take this woman as your wife to love till death do you part?" The preacher asked.

"I do." Steve replied.

"Do promise to love, honor and obey this man as long as you shall live?" The preacher asked.

Kirk wanted to scream 'NO', but to her horror, Steve made her voice the words 'I DO'.

The two went to the reception, where they danced the night away. Kirk soon learned that his mannequin body neither wanted or needed food or drink. He and Steve danced the night away until his feet were aching from the heels. As much as he wanted to, he could not complain.

They went to the hotel room that Mannequin Inc had arranged for them. Steve stripped to his birthday suit and then had Kirk do the same. He then picked him up and laid him on the bed, where he spoke the command, open. Kirk was surprise to see his new pussy open up and Steve played with the edge of her lips with his dick before entering into her. He wanted to moan, but couldn't.

With control of his moves, he kissed his lips. He kissed his chest and worked his way down. Steve watched as he disappeared under the covers and then gave him the most intense blow job of his life. As she returned from under the covers, he had a giant smile painted across his face.

"This marriage is going to be good for both of us." Steve said as their bodies rocked on the bed, bringing Kirk to an orgasm. Once exhausted, Steve laid on his back and looked at his frozen wife. He reached into the nightstand draw and pulled out a large dildo. Once it was inside of her, he issued the command, close. Kirk's pussy resealed itself with the dildo trapped inside.

"Enjoy your wedding night, my dear." Steve picked him up and kissed her on his frozen check. He then set him down on a display pole before going back to bed. Kirk could feel the pole pussy the dildo deeper inside of her, making her orgasm more intense.

As the weekend passed, people saw them a night clubs, hanging out by the hotel pool and going for walks in the moonlight. Nobody at all realized that poor Kat was a prisoner in her own body. The honeymoon was made to last until the day of the ball so Kat wouldn't have to show up at work.

That afternoon Kat spent time with Steve and the stores virtual merchandiser. She was given a new hair due prepared in a backward sweep and a pair of long gloves slid as easy up her plastic arms and her nylons did her plastic legs. The merchandiser pampered her with her make up and backless sleeveless dress in a built in bra that showed off her breasts.

"Do not fret, you will be the belle of the ball." The merchandiser laughed as Kat had to admit she liked the personal attention she was getting in being fixed up. The dildo inside of her gave too much pleasure for her to get angry. A car horn was heard and Steve escorted his wife to the company limo.

The limo dropped them off in front where they were lead inside. Kat had her coat taken, not that she needed it. Her plastic coated skin kept her plenty warm. "This will be the last day of your normal life." Steve whispered to her as they followed the sound of the music. "May I have this dance." He said, knowing he had control of her answer. They began to dance check to check.

Steve's dance was interrupted as Larry came dancing over with his wife. "Excuse me, dear." Larry smile as Larry's wife dropped her arms in front of her and froze up. "Steve, we are so glad you and Kat could join us. I hope you're not feeling too uncomfortable with all this and what we did to Kat." He lead Steve and Kat over to a punch bowl.

"Everyone here is in on our little company secret, so feel free to be yourself. And don't worry, we call know first hand how it feels when first starting out with a radio control wife. Please realize that the pleasure the dildo inside of them are putting them into pleasure like they never would of experience otherwise." Larry took a sip of punch. "Oh, by the way. We have a window display set up for Kat to be in tomorrow morning when the store open."

The two returned to their wives and returned to dancing. In reality all the women were being mind control by their husbands. To anyone happening by it was just an ordinary company dance with regular husbands and wives.

Steve felt more superior than ever before. He felt strong and confident that anything was within his grasp. He just thought of what he wanted Kirk to do and she'd do it. Didn't matter if she wanted to do it or not. Looking at the six inch heels Kirk had on, Steve did feel some sorrow for her fate. Taking him to the side of the hall, he allowed her to remove the shoes and dance in her stocking feet. After all, she'd be standing in those heels for sometime after the dance was over.

The evening went by without Steve giving Kirk's transformation a second thought. Steve always like feeling in control of a situation and he waited until the dance was over before having Kat retrieve her shoes. Her dainty painted finger nails locking the straps in place about her ankles. Some of the husbands had some concern about the kindness he showed Kirk but tried not to make it known.

"Steve, how did the ball go?" Larry asked in a quizzical tone.

"Just fine, sir." Steve said as he noticed Larry's wife leaning against a computer desk as a display mannequin. He took Kirk to the window and had him step up into the display. The visual merchandiser lifted him up and had a rod slid up his butt.

"She is now in place." Larry said with a smile on his face. "You'll make senior partner in no time, my young executive. Now, before the store opens for business we have to get to your first board meeting. You are now free to date whoever you like without having to worry about your wife asking for a divorce."

"You should also know that we took notice of your pity back at the ball when you allowed Kirk to remove his shoes." Larry continued. "We gave him those shoes to wear at the ball so that he could get use to standing in them for the next month. You should be wrong that the mind control has effected you too. If we think you'll double cross us at any time, we can transfer you body to a mannequin. Since we don't need male mannequins, you soul would be transformed into a bra or pantyhose form."

The dildo inside of Kirk continued to bring him pleasure as he stood posed in a sexy pose while watching customers enter and leave the store. The dildo itself caused him to black out several time before the end of the day came.

For the next two weeks Kirk didn't have any physical contact with anyone except the store's night cleaning staff, who'd dust him off. That in itself brought him to the point of arousal. After that, the visual merchandiser stripped him out of his ball gown and took it to the store room. Being a mannequin on display was one thing, but a mannequin in only a pair of pantyhose was too much. he was relieved when the merchandiser returned with a pair of shorts and a bare midriff tank top for him to wear.

As the months went on, Kirk found himself modeling many outfits in the window, including swimwear and lingerie. Although he'd missed seeing people outside going about their business, she was glad when she was moved to a regular display inside the store. It made him feel better that the whole world couldn't be looking on at his naked body. Even if he was only a mannequin. It also made him feel better when he saw the familiar faces of some of the other transformed wives she had met at the ball.

When the next years ball came around everyone looked fabulous. Steve was so busy getting ahead in business, he hadn't given him much thought. All the men were in high spirits and expressed those thoughts upon their wives. Only they knew how they were really feeling inside.

Steve notice that Kirk were in a similar pair of heels as the previous year. He remembered how he took pity on Kirk and the reaction the other men gave him after the ball. John kind of felt sorry for Kirk and wanted to help him but knew anything he tried would be looked upon as a double cross by his peers. Every male employee was keeping an eye on his actions closely this ball.

At the end of the ball, the women were returned to their display areas and the men retired for drinks and to smoke while going over their business plans. "Glad to see you've fully come around to our way of thinking." Larry said as he puffed on a cigar. "You've shown fine business sense and worked hard. Maybe when the next branch is opened, you'll be looking at a presidential seat."

Steve knew if his true feelings to Kirk were known that he'd be saying good bye to his current body and would spend the rest of his life as a whole or part mannequin. So he chose to hide his true emotions and carry on business as usual for now. Kirk may of found his soft spot, he couldn't let it be exposed for others to be used in the cutthroat world of big business.

Except for Larry, Steve was the last to leave the party. As he passed the front window and saw Kat on display, he put his hand to the glass and a tear ran down his face. "If I could help you, I would." He whispered and blew him a kiss. As he turned and walked off, he didn't notice Larry starring down to the street from his office window.

THE END?

 

I'M NOT GOING TO CONTINUE THIS, BUT ANYONE ELSE FEELS LIKE DOING A SEQUAL, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PICK UP THE STORY WHERE I LEFT OFF. I COULD GIVE YOU A LIST OF IDEAS, BUT I LIKE PEOPLE TO THINK FOR THEMSELVES AND COME UP WITH IDEAS OF THEIR OWN.

 

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