His trophy wife entered by the front door. She was wearing her work uniform from the office- tight black skirt which parted at the thigh, white frilly blouse that presented him her cleavage where his pride and joy double D’s nestled firm and enticing. Her hair was brown and curly but tonight it was damp, she had been forced to walk to work as he had hidden the car keys. To say the least she was going to have her revenge on him tonight and he knew it! But would it be a night without sex or some form of teasing that was usual but she never did anything too drastic. She knew that her new lifestyle did not come at a cheap price to Adam who was a multi millionaire and owner of the firm she worked for. She strode right past where he sat and into the kitchen. She poured two martinis and re-entered the room. She straddled him and passed him the glass. He sipped and she looked into his eyes, he made a movement towards her breasts- his weakness and she knew it- but as he hastened to free the buttons, which were under heavy strain across her front, his head became heavy and droopy. He tried to stand but his strength was sapped and she held him in place with her powerful thighs. His head fell back and he was heavily drugged and asleep. She smiled sweetly to herself.  

Adam opened his eyes; he felt really groggy. He was sat on a wooden chair in a room he was not familiar with. He tried to scratch his nose but was unable to. His hands were behind his back and handcuffed, a small thick chain attached the cuffs to a ring screwed into the wooden floor. He looked down and saw that his feet shared a similar fate, cuffed and attached to the floor by a chain and ring in the floor. His clothes were gone all apart from his boxer shorts, which he had been permitted. He became angry and started pulling wildly on his restrains. It was no use but he didn’t care, he struggled like an animal. Suddenly he heard steps behind him, the sound of heels and they moved purposefully with no hurry across the floor. He knew it was her, he could smell her perfume. He shouted in anger.

He had never felt like this in his life; all the control and power which he had at work had evaporated. She was directly behind him now and her fingers rested on his shoulders.

“You have three seconds to apologise to me for this morning. 1, 2…”

A hard rubber ball was shoved firmly between his open teeth; he gagged in shock and felt the straps being fastened behind his head. He was shocked and furious. Then he saw her, Charlotte moved in front of him and smiled. His eyes opened wide as he took in what stood before him. She wore thigh high polished boots, black lace hot pants and a matching push up bra. She had tied back her hair and a smile of controlling satisfaction was spread across her face. The knowledge of her new found power over her captor was heightened as she saw the tension in his muscles straining against his bonds.

But she knew that she had a challenge on her hands- to tame her strong willed husband would take time and