Just as I am about to leave for work each day, bitch-boy, while naked, must kneel and kiss my footwear until I tell him to stop. You may recall he works from home. He is of course padlocked into his penis tube, via the frenum piercing – so that is completely inescapable.
I have recently got into the habit of padlocking a leather collar around his neck as well, using a plastic, uniquely numbered padlock (so he can remove it if he had to rush himself to hospital or some such thing.) He hates his collar. He must wear very high necked garments to answer the door or go to the shops and he gets very nervous about discovery – Delightful!
I had him sleep in the collar last night in addition to him having worn it all day. This morning when he stood naked before me, about to drop to his knees to kiss my footwear, I felt very powerful and wicked given the image of nakedness and the padlocked penis tube and neck collar. When I look down on him as he kisses, I can think of him only as a pet, a toy, a victim to me – his mean bully wife. Such an entertaining way to live – emotional highlights several times a day (as a minimum). In my vanilla relationships, emotional highlights were perhaps once each week or two, or even longer apart.