Amy arrived home with dirty thoughts on her mind. As expected, her pet husband greeted her at the door, kneeling on all fours, wearing nothing but a small, tight, metal chastity cage, and an equally tight leather collar.
“Hello, my pet.” She said, enjoying her power over him.
“Hello, Mistress.” He said, looking down at her feet.
Amy took off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door, and simultaneously, took off the dog lead and turned to face her pet, the naughty thoughts drawing a smirk from her lips.
“Did you complete your chores?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“All of them?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Shall we go for a walk?” She let the lead dangle in front of his face.
“Yes, Mistress.” The shift in his tone was subtle, but Amy noticed the apprehension.
“Good pet.” She said, connecting the lead’s clasp to the metal loop on his collar.
“Come on.” She said, giving the lead a playful tug of encouragement.
On all fours, her pet followed as Amy took a tour of the house, examining each area where he had completed his daily tasks. Each room was spotlessly clean; their clothes hamper empty, having washed and folded and put away their clothes. The kitchen…
