Priorities [Patron Reward]
Story by limewah on SoFurry
Terry does his taxes.
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Priorities
By Limewah
Patron Reward for KyleWtB - March 2023
18+
Tax season.
The most wonderful time of the year.
The time of the year when Terry basically had to set aside a solid weekend in his office, just to go through the mountains and mountains of paperwork. A byzantine mountain of paper stretched out before him, and he couldn’t feel anything but despair at the workload. He’d spent the better part of a day working on it, but it seemed like the stack of papers was only getting higher. He was going to get carpal tunnel before long, he could feel it sneaking up on him.
The worst part was that he couldn’t be out front, greeting customers and being around his gorgeous employees. He could already tell; at the end of the day, when it was time to close up shop, he’d be too exhausted to manage to trance any of his ladies. And that was just the thing he would have wanted the most.
The numbers, lines, and letters were all blurring together into a mess on the white pages; just looking at them was giving him eye strain. But it needed doing. If not now, then when?
There was a knock at the door of his office. Before he could even raise his head and say ‘come in’, they let themself in. The knock was a bare hint of a courtesy, from someone who knew they could walk in unbidden.
One was the guy Terry was leasing the building from.
The other was his wife.
Terry looked up. The first thing that caught his attention was Fawn’s pendant, as always. The golden watch - shaped like a key, with the face embedded in the head of the key - was hard not to look at. Most of that was due to Terry’s conditioning naturally.
“My eyes are up here,” she said, relishing the cliche.
The next thing to catch his gaze, once he went up past her sleeveless turtleneck, was her lips. Dark blue lipstick, like a night sky, creased into a knowing smile.
“Little more,” she said.
Finally, his eyes met hers; two deep brown pools in equally dark skin, a bob of curly hair framing her beautiful face. Terry was lucky to have the work he did, to be surrounded by so many beautiful people.
But Fawn was the most beautiful of all. He’d have been perfectly happy doing a mundane, crappy job if he still was with her. She was like a goddess made flesh to him, and her presence always brightened his mood.
It wasn’t doing much good right now, but… still.
Fawn smiled down at him. “Your head’s heavy today, huh. Still working your way through it?”
“Unfortunately,” Terry said, letting his head drop back down into the second page of Form 10-whatever-the-hell. “How’re you?”
“Good, just thought I’d drop by, since I was in the neighborhood. The girls look like they’re doing fine.”
“Good,” Terry said.
“You going to take a break from that and join them?”
Terry scoffed wearily, and gestured. “I wish.”
“Terry.” Fawn took a seat across the desk from him. “Have you taken a break yet today?”
“I’ve had coffee,” he said, looking over to his mug of now room-temperature coffee. His eyes went down to the ring-shaped stain he’d left on a few filled-out forms. “FUCK.”
He lifted up the mug and went to crumple the page up entirely.
“Ah ah ah.” Fawn chided him. “It’s fine, they won’t care about a coffee stain.”
“I will, though…” Terry rubbed his temples. “Sorry honey. It’s just… it’s all a lot.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here for you.”
Terry was about to protest - for what reason, he didn’t know. But the next thing he knew, there was about a hundred pieces of paper in his lap. They’d been pushed towards him, off the table.
“Hey, what the F-!”
He looked to Fawn, but his eyes didn’t reach hers this time.
They were locked on to the pale, smooth flesh of the sole of her left foot.
Terry’s head felt heavy, and his stubble suddenly felt wet.
Having cleared some space, Fawn brought her other foot up onto the table.
Terry was already rock hard.
“You’re going to take a break, now.” Fawn’s voice was firm, commanding, yet gentle. Like a patient mother.
“I’m going to take a break now,” Terry mumbled.
If she’d used that tone of voice alone, it would have been enough to tug Terry out of his angry funk. But her feet… now, the deepest hooks in his mind were attached to her feet. The sight of Her soles transfixed him without fail, without resistance.
His eyes drooped, his lips drooled, and he slumped forward in his seat. The pages sloughed off of his lap as he leaned in, and as his pants tented. He went from 0 to full mast in seconds. Nothing aroused him more.
She was so dextrous, too. Wiggling Her individual toes was a special skill of Hers. Starting from the pinkie toe on Her left, She rippled each and every one in a wave like metronome. Guiding Terry’s gaze back and forth, to and fro. His head swung and swayed with the movements.
For a time, there was just silence in the room. Fawn’s toes wiggling. Terry following. His chair creaking. The key-watch’s pin-drop quiet ticking.
“Mm.” Fawn murmured. “That’s more like it. Now you’re focused on me, and only me. The only thing that matters right now. The only thing that should. Those silly boring taxes aren’t going to be a problem for you any more. Not when you have better things to focus on. More important things. Sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of my soles. You remember each line and wrinkle perfectly, the patterns of my flesh. They’re engraved in your mind. And they remind you who you belong to. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Goddess,” Terry slurred.
“That’s right.” Fawn smiled, still letting Her feet rock him to and fro. “Now, let’s get down to the real reason I’m here. We’ve got some errands to work through.”
“We have errands,” Terry agreed.
“First things first. We need to clear your schedule for the rest of the day.”
“Yes… Clear…”
“We need to wipe your slate clean. So lean in closer.”
“Yes, Goddess.” Terry’s jaw hung, his face a sort of strange blank frown like a cautious, feral animal. He leaned in close enough for Fawn to brush Her toes along his forehead. The toes’ movements were slow and gentle, like a feather duster on a figurine.
“All we need to do is just give it a brush, and then a push…” she pushed her toes hard against his forehead and rubbed like she was trying to get a stain out.
“And we wipe it clean, just like that…” Fawn cooed. The words, Her phrasing and tone, were very familiar to Terry’s well-conditioned mind, and his thoughts were easily erased. He drooled onto the desk, onto a couple of errand pages, completely oblivious to the mess.
“Good boy,” Fawn continued. “Very good boy. Now, look at my soles, and you’ll see that to-do list appearing, bit by bit, in the wrinkles and folds of my feet… you know the drill, don’t you, love?”
“Yes, Goddess,” Terry said with a slow, dazed nod.
“Your first task is to hire an accountant. I’ve got a few in mind. A few of my pets are very good with numbers, and they’d be more than happy to serve their Goddess’ husband in some way. They will call you later, and you can interview each of them as you see fit. Their trigger phrase is ‘Down into the Down.’ You will use it on each of them.”
“Yes, Goddess,” Terry murmured. As She spoke, the to-do list curled into existence on Her soles, in golden cursive ribbons. They imprinted on his mind, edicts that a follower of a Goddess had no choice but to obey.
“Good. Now… you remember our vacation plans, right?”
“Mmmnvacation plansh.”
“Ohhh, it’s so hard to remember with your Goddess’ feet on your mind, I understand.” Fawn grinned, letting Her toes do their metronomic wiggle again.Delighting in the positively idiot expression on Her hubby’s face.
“You need to make sure your schedule is clear, and that you leave some capable girls in charge of it. Naturally, we’ve got space to bring along three slaves, so… who would you like to bring? Search that dumb, sleepy head of yours for your Goddess. Or I’ll do the deciding for you. Though you might like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Try anyway. Good boy.”
“Nnnnnmh…. M-maybe… Diana, she hasn’t had a holiday in a long time…”
“And you want a big mommy to snuggle up to, don’t omit that~” Fawn giggled.
“Yess…”
“Goood. Good boy. Good to admit it. And who else?”
“Adam…?”
“Oh, I love him,” She said. “It’d be nice to have another boy to play with on our trip. Good thinking, darling.”
“And last… Jess.”
“Excellent choice, excellent choice.” She smiled. “Make sure to book them some time off, and condition them with some new triggers for me. I am completely booked out for the next two weeks…”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“Good boy. Pleasure.” She pushed Her foot against Terry’s nose, squishing it back a little, and he moaned embarrassingly loudly as a paroxysm of pleasure hit him like a freight train.
“Ah, quiet, quiieeeet~” She chided him with that matronly tone of hers. “You know these walls are like paper.”
“Sorry, Goddess…” Terry moaned.
“Don’t be, you’re perfect. My perfect little subject. So worshipful and generous with your will and your worship. All for Me. All Mine.”
“Yours…”
“Now, back to business. There’s one more little task I have for you. Something involving our wife.”
Ah. Yes…
The third person in their polygamous equation. As much as Terry adored her, it was hard to remember Maggie existed when he was in Goddess Fawn’s presence. Then, it was hard to know anyone but Her existed anyway. He nodded slowly as he recalled Maggie’s slight frame, her big round varifocal glasses, and her always-frizzy red hair. The nervous grin on her face, the way she fidgeted.
“She’s been working on something fun. And you’re going to help her test it, aren’t you?”
The image in his mind shifted. The glasses turned opaque. Maggie’s smile turned vaguely sinister. Her hands came into view in his mind’s eye, shining black gloves being stretched tightly over her hands. Fractal spirals emerged from behind her too, coloured in those mocha shades of Fawn’s soles.
“She’s got some new patterns to test. She is so close to a breakthrough with controlling minds, and who better to test it on than her darling husband?”
“Darling… husband…” Terry mumbled and drooled.
“That’s you, darling.” She reminded him.
“Yyyess…”
“You’ll just volunteer yourself for the experiment the next time she brings it up. Of your own volition, as far as you know. You don’t need to remember that your Goddess ordered you. That’s not something you need to remember, darling.”
“Not… remember…” Terry slurred, eyelids drooping, dick throbbing, body slumping more and more forward.
“Good. Goooood.” Fawn smiled, raising Her foot and running it along the top of his head like She was petting a loyal dog. Which, really, described Terry perfectly in the moment. “Good boy. You remember the to-do list? Repeat it back to me.”
Terry took his time breathing out the responses, spurred on by the stroking soles and the soft praise.
“Hire… accountant… book… time off, Diana, Adam, Jess… and…”
“Maggie’s experiment.”
“Maggie’s experiment…”
“Excellent.” Fawn pulled Her perfect feet off the desk, and Terry moaned sadly, like a child who’d just had their dessert taken away. She rose from Her seat, adjusting Her cowl and slipping Her feet back into Her wedge shoes.
Terry watched Her the whole way, with bleary, dazed, mesmerised eyes.
“Well, I’ll be off. Have a good rest of your day, darling,” She said, reaching down to give his wet beard a scratch, and to plant a featherlight kiss on his lips.
“You’ll wake as soon as I leave, as always. As well as… well. I don’t need to remind you, do I?”
She took her time leaving her panting, drooling mess of a husband behind. He slavered and groaned, humping at the air underneath his seat, his trousers about to burst from the throbbing…
She closed the door slowly too, taking her time to give a little fluttering wave with her fingers, until all he could see was Her eye, and Her lips…
Click.
Terry didn’t have the time to process his awakening. He was too busy cumming his brains out to do that.
Once he woke up from his drooling stupor, he’d have his mojo and his motivation back.
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