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Trained by My Wife
(Jenny Lee)

"I had a very hard day at work, and some of my clients were very unreasonable. I got pretty frustrated with them. So now, I think I want to take those frustrations out on you. What do you think of that, slave?"

There's only one correct answer. "Whatever you like, Mistress."

She touches her fingertips to my shoulder, her nails pressing into my skin. She scratches me, and my body shivers. My cock strains against the plastic cage that keeps it down at all times.

"Good." That's all she says before she smacks my ass. "Go to the bedroom. You know how I like you."

"Yes, Mistress," I reply.

Head down, I scurry into the bedroom. Looking back at the mattress, I wish that I could just lay down and spread my arms and legs. But that's not what Stephanie wants from me, not right now. Instead, I put my elbows on the mattress, and I lean forward, spreading my legs.

Stephanie enters the room, and she goes to one of the drawers. The drawer. Although I'm not allowed to touch it or look inside, I have a pretty good idea of the items she keeps them there. There are crops, collars, and other...implements.

She pulls out a blindfold, and she walks up behind me, sliding that silk strip over my eyes. She ties a simple knot, but it's effective. My world is blacked out. I can't see anything. From there, she slips a pair of fabric manacles around my wrists. They might only be held on by Velcro, but they are sturdy. Besides, my Mistress knows that I've been sufficiently trained. I won't attempt to break free.