“June, you got it all wrong, please, I…”
“I’ll even find a boyfriend so you can do that d**k sucking thing.”
I Need To Borrow Your Husband
With the mood my wife had been in when I got home I had been expecting a severe caning at best and more likely one of those prolonged nights where she indulged her sadistic desires to the fullest. Instead she made me put my clothes back on and sit on the couch like I was human, which I definitely wasn’t, at least whenever we were alone. I was her slave in the fullest meaning of that word. Since our wedding night I had been collared, chastised, cuckolded and caned. The only time I wasn’t under her thumb was when I was at work and even then she had a GPS monitor on me and a shock collar on my balls that worked from her cell. I didn’t move from the couc
