“Thank you, Mistress,” I answered.
I eventually figured out that since top-end bondage gear can take a week or longer to deliver, Ellen must have ordered my sleeping mitts well in advance. So, it turned out that the events which led to my transformation into my wife’s slave hadn’t been nearly as spontaneous as she’d made them seem. I was chagrined to realize that she’d manipulated me.
But in the moment, I felt nothing but the utmost sincere gratitude. Besides, since I’m something of an aficionado of the techniques of sexual domination, I had to give her a ten out of ten for creativity and execution.
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