Tori sighed as she pressed the start button on the dryer. As she walked down the hall to her in-house office, she thought about how boring her life had become. I live and work in the same place. Tom sits on the couch and watches TV and plays his stupid video games. Ever thing is the same old, same old.

Hitting the “on” button to her computer, Tori sat cross-legged in her office chair. When the computer finished loading, Tori went directly to her favorite search engine. “Exciting sex,” she typed in, not really expecting to find anything that interested her.

A host of links came up, and she scanned the page. Tori clicked for page 2, and was scanning the urls when one caught her eye. This looks interesting, but I could really pull off something like this? I suppose it’s worth a try.

Tori walked went into the bedroom, and got a few things that she received at her wedding shower 8 years ago. She had no idea then why she had kept the items, but now she was glad she had.

After changing, Tori walked down the hallway and stood in the living room door, not saying a word. An eternity later, Tom looked up and his jaw hit the floor. He eyed Tori from head to toe and back again. Tori could feel his eyes taking in her long, curly red hair, her leather corset, the boy-cut leather shorts, and the fishnet stockings that ended in spiked heels. After one last of Tori, Tom’s eyes came to rest on the flogger in her hand. It had been behind her back as she stood in the doorway, and she had let her hand drop to her side while Tom was looking her up and down.

“What is going on here?” Tom asked, wide eyed.

Tori shushed him as she walked toward him. “You and I are going to get a few things straight right now. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will do nothing unless told to. If you want to do something, you may ask permission, and that is the only time you are allowed to talk without having been spoken to first. Is that clear?”

Tom did not answer right away. He was debating in his mind if he wanted his wife telling him what to do or not. Finally he decided he could have fun with this. “Sure. Whatever you say, Baby.”

“You will not call me ‘Baby;’ you will address me as ‘Ma’am.’ Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Tori grabbed Tom by his shirt collar and led him to the bedroom. He pinched her ass. Tori stopped, motioned for Tom to go ahead, and then smacked him on the ass, hard with the flogger. Tom turned around, about to say something, then thought better of it and shut up. He turned back around, but not before Tori was able to see the hard on he had gotten from the flogger.

“Get on your knees, hands at your sides,” Tori ordered Tom.

Tom dropped to his knees, placed his hands on the floor at his side, and said, “What next, Ma’am?”

Tori walked behind Tom, and in answer she whacked his ass with the flogger again. Though he jumped slightly, his erection had gotten slightly bigger. Tori smiled, and said to him, “Do not speak until spoken to. That is one of the rules, remember?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

Tori took