He came back from work, exhausted. He looked in to see his wife in the kitchen attending to dinner. He had had a bad day, a day which he wanted very much to forget. “My king! You are back, welcome,” she said, going on her knees. She stayed that way, waiting for him to give her permission to rise. “You can get up now. Fetch me some water to drink,” he said, going to take a seat on the sofa. She got the water and soon served dinner. As they ate, she did not speak. She was not allowed to unless he said she could. She quietly ate and cleared the table. As he walked up the stairs to the bedroom, he could not help his arousal. Watching her be so submissive and meek always turned him on. He sat on the bed and waited for her to be done for she had been ordered to come straight to him when she was finished in the kitchen. “Is my king pleased with dinner,” she asked as she stood at the entrance of the door, neykked and unsure. “Why don’t you come over here and find ...