“I know what I’m doing. It’s just...” Robert paused and took a deep breath. His face clouded over with both love and concern. “My wife is blind, Mistress. She is blind. She can’t see anything. She can’t protect herself. When she goes out alone, I’m a wreck until she gets back. She could get hurt so easily. Anything...a break in the concrete, a piece of trash on the ground, a dog off his leash...or worse. A mugger...a rapist...anything.”

“But you let her go, right?”

“Well, yeah. I can’t make her my prisoner. She’s an adult after all. She’d divorce me if I treated her like a child in need of constant protection.”

“You treat her like an adult outside the bedroom. Now you’re just going to do it inside the bedroom. And I have something that will help.”

“More alcohol?”

“Better. Let’s go. She should be naked by now.” The Mistress clapped her hands together and rubbed them with maniacal glee in the hopes of getting a laugh out of Robert. He did laugh but he didn’t sound like he meant it.

The Mistress put her hands on his face and forced him to meet her eyes.

“Trust me, Robert. I know what I’m doing. Say that you trust me.”

“I trust you, Mistress.”

“Good. Now let’s go beat and fuck your wife.”

The Mistress took Robert by the shoulders and spun him toward the bedroom door. When he touched the knob The Mistress spoke one last word of warning to him.

“Don’t be afraid. And if you are, don’t act like it. Got me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Let’s do it.”

Robert opened the door and inhaled sharply when he saw Cara kneeling naked at the edge of the bed. She was a sight to behold with her dark red hair coming just to the top of her long elegant naked neck. Impossible to believe the woman had carried a child once. She had smooth creamy skin, a taut body and full, high breasts, and only her softly rounded stomach betrayed her age and experience.

“My God...” Robert whispered at the doorway, whispered so quietly only The Mistress could hear. “That’s my wife.”

“Your wife and your property. Go claim her.”

Nodding, Robert headed toward the bed with eager footsteps. He started to reach out for Cara’s hand that rested on top of her thigh.

“Is that the part of her you really want to touch?” The Mistress asked softly as she stood at his side.

“I always—”

“I know. You always touch her hand before you touch any other part of her. She’s your property. You own her whole body and can use it any way you want. You don’t have to pussyfoot around your own property. Touch her how you want to touch her, not how you think you should touch her.”

Robert pulled his hand back. The Mistress watched. She knew this was the crucial moment, the moment when Robert would either reclaim his bedroom dominance or remain a scared, vanilla husband.