My lunch appointment was all the more enjoyable as I was able to entertain my friend with my recent adventures! I was aware of her attitude where these matters are concerned, and I knew that she kept her husband on a very tight rein. So we shared our views on the most appropriate punishment. I must admit, I was thrilled to hear of the treatment she routinely administered, following even mild provocation … ah bless … I nearly felt sorry for him! As the wine flowed, she became more and more open regarding their bedroom relationship. It turned out she soon became disappointed with his lack of stamina (hmmm … sounded familiar …) and eventually decided to apply, as she put it, the “final solution”. With her birthday approaching she teased her husband by asking him to measure the size of his erection, and buy her a vibrator that was “bigger in every respect” (“plenty of scope there”, she laughed). And there was to be a pair of handcuffs too, although she remained mysterious about her motives, especially regarding the second gift. Evidently, he was convinced she was going to succumb to his lusts and end up tied to the bed, with vibrator torture to follow. How wrong he was! In fact, he was tied to the bed that very night. And she used the vibrator to pleasure herself. Endlessly. (Or at least until the batteries ran out.) She enjoyed this so much that for a while it became one of their normal bedroom activities. As she put it, “he could lie there and ponder on his sexual failings over the early years of our marriage, when I was left unsatisfied time and time again. It was finally his turn to suffer!” More delicious (and humiliating) still, on his birthday she presented him with a portfolio of erotic photographs of herself that were taken by her secret lover. He (her husband) could use them when masturbating. She then took great delight in describing how proficient this “mystery man” was … but more of that later. She even forbade any other pornographic image. He could ease his lustful desires, but only while looking at her image (and only when she gave permission). She was proud of this sanction as it strengthened still further her position as mistress, and him as slave. And she reassured him that there would be many more lewd photographs to follow, making it clear that she anticipated spending many passionate hours with her exciting stud. From that time, her reign of control continued with ever increasing severity, and before we parted it was agreed that I would visit the next day, perhaps to sample her new stud, and, for sure, to witness her “drone” (as she now referred to her husband) at work. At the end of this entertaining meal we headed for a recently opened erotic lingerie shop for some items with which to bring my drone under better control. When I finally returned home that evening my head was full of ideas, starting with the perfect punishment for two nights of pathetic weakness. And then, in light of such candour from my friend, I was going to bring my husband’s easy life style to an end. Hitherto I had been too forgiving: from now on I would make the rules, and he would obey them!

My husband’s humiliation started as soon as he came through the door. “Upstairs, my lover. We need to talk”. He followed eagerly. But when in the bedroom, as I pulled back the sheet to reveal the