My wife stood just inside the front door when I got home. A worn, lavender leather collar with a shiny metal heart clasp encircled her neck. She handed me her leash and bowed her head respectfully. I’d given her the lead the previous Christmas as a symbol of my love.

The scent of Wisteria perfume rose to my nostrils. Her damp hair smelled faintly of coconut. A simple tortoise-shell clip adorned the back of her hair. I removed it and stared at her blonde curls as they cascaded down her back. She wore no makeup. That’s how I liked her and she knew it, au natural. Her toes sparkled-black with silver glitter.

She knelt, with her arms by her sides, awaiting my instructions. My cock stirred with desire.

“Where’s Mary?”

“The bedroom, Sir.”

My hand slipped through the loop I’d added to the end of the leash and pulled her up to me. I planted my lips against hers which tasted of salt and cotton candy lip-gloss. She melted against me, her nails stroking my ass.

“Not too hard, darling. That got you in trouble last week, remember?”

Nicole had dominant traits. I could control them, but when it came to her dominating other women, I chose not to.

I dragged her towards the bedroom door. Not too hard but enough to convey my control. Her willingness to please was evident by the dreamy look in her eyes.

Mary was on our bed with her hands tied to the end of the bed frame, a spreader bar holding her feet apart and a leash around her neck. Her ass stared me right in the face. Mmm, just my cup of tea.

“Hello, Mary. Nice to see you like this.”

A giggle escaped her pouty lips.

“Hey, Robert. I can’t wait to spend some time with you and Nicole. Your wife is a hottie. I’ve been in a BDSM relationship before, just to let ya know. I’m no newbie. Throw out the vanilla and bring on the thirty-one flavors.”

“You know our safe-word?”

“Yes, I do -- purple. What should I call you?”

“Sir will be fine. I will call you Mary. Nicole is always darling. That will make our communication clear. Undress me, darling.”

My sex-pot of a wife knelt on the floor, once again, and reached up to undo my pants. I went commando on a daily basis so there were no undergarments to remove but she did pull down my jeans and remove my shoes. I pulled my polo shirt up over my head with a twist and threw it to the floor.

Mary had short-black hair, just long enough for me to pull. Her plump ass was the type that’s fun to squeeze and slap. It was creamy white. I imagined it marked up with whip lashes scissored back and forth. Her legs were long and she had curves in all the right places.

My whips lay out on a table near the end of the bed. A small, wrapped gift box was nestled between them.

“What’s this?”

“That, Sir, is a small present. Open it if you like. It’s from me, to you -- to be used on her.”