Fate

 

He watched his wife's lips touch the nylon, watched her plant small, tender kisses on the perfectly formed foot. "That's it, pet," the woman said to his wife, "just like that, worship it just like that."

He saw the other woman glare at him. "Remember the last time you did this, sissy?" she asked.

He moaned through the cock gag, pulled at the cuffs holding him tightly to the chair, felt the ache in his panties as his penis tried to tighten in the small, locked chastity cage. "Eeese," he begged through the gag.

"No, sissy, no, we had a deal, remember? If I could make her my slave, the lock became permanent."

It sounded far fetched when you agreed to it. You're prudish, vanilla wife becoming the slave of a dominant mistress? Never in a million years. Yet here she was, on her knees, licking another woman's foot, worshipping her, submitting to her. Here she was, sealing your fate.