She nodded eagerly. “Thank you,”
she said and embraced me.
“There’s only one small problem,” I
pointed out.
“What?”
“No locks to keep your cuffs and
collar on.”
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I took
care of that a few days ago at the store.” She bolted out of the living room
and headed back to the bedroom once more. I watched her retreating ass. No
woman is perfect and I didn’t mind at all the little jiggle in my wife’s
slightly too-round ass, half hidden by her panties, as she left. She was back a
minute later with a package of a half dozen tiny padlocks, all controlled by
the same key.
“You want me to lock these on you
and keep the key?” I asked her.
Her head went up and down. Her eyes
shone with excitement. Her hair bounced around her face. She was the picture of
beauty.
