Chapter Thirty Three
Bathtub Torment
I’m lying on our bed, reading and watching TV, when my wife walks in.
“Strip, Slut-boy! Drop that book and kill the tube. I’m going to do you.”
With a complex yet familiar shiver of fear, lust, humiliation and anticipation I immediately rise to comply. While I do so, she steps into the wardrobe to change. Three minutes later, as I stand naked by the bed (except for my chastity belt, which I am of course incapable of removing) she emerges transformed.
Always incredibly beautiful and unbearably sexy, she’s now unsettlingly intimidating as well. Her waist-length raven hair is pulled back into a severe ponytail, emphasizing her high cheekbones and haughty expression. Her proud, generous breasts are thrust up even higher than usual by her black leather
