When Dale agreed to be part of his wife's dominatrix Halloween costume, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. The sexy outfit seems to have awakened something inside Emma, releasing a sexually dominant streak he never knew existed.
After a humiliating night of being displayed at a nightclub by Emma and her friend Sandra, the women take a newly submissive Dale home. There, he'll be subjected to more humiliation, more pain, and maybe, just maybe, some pleasure too.
'“Down on your knees,†Sandra abruptly ordered. Dale dropped like a stone to the carpet, and Sandra bent to scoop up his leash in one smooth motion. He stifled a yelp as her crop lashed out and caught his bare thigh, leaving a stinging red mark on his skin. “Get your face on the floor,†Sandra ordered. “Ass in the air. Now.†The chain tightened as Dale bent at the waist, doing his best to follow his wife’s friend’s orders. With his cheek on the floor, Sandra pulled on the leash until it was taut, simultaneously pushing his face into the carpet under her high heeled black boot. The leash tightened around his neck, and he cried out as the crop struck his exposed backside. “I’m sick of men thinking they can treat women however they want,†Sandra said, her voice seeming to come from high above him. “It’s time for you to learn your place. You’re lucky you even get to breathe the same air as us.†The crop burned Dale’s ass as Sandra struck again, and again, the pain making him gasp under her foot. “First, you’re going to apologize to your wife for having such a pathetic cock.†Emma’s shriek of laughter almost drowned out Dale’s cry of anguish as Sandra whipped him again. “I’m sorry, Emma,†Dale gasped. His words were muffled as Sandra’s boot mashed his face into the carpet. “I’m sorry for having such a pathetic cock!†He gazed up to where his wife sat on the couch, high above him. Both her feet were on the floor now, her thighs spread. Dale watched in disbelief as her hand moved over the crotch of her shiny catsuit. Watching him suffer at the hands of her friend was turning her on. To his own amazement, Dale’s relentlessly throbbing cock reminded him that it was turning him on too. “That’s better,†Sandra purred. “From now on, you’re going to treat your wife like the goddess she is, understand?†“Yes, S - ow!†Dale yelped as the crop struck his ass again. “You will apologize to her every day for being a little bitch with a pathetic dick.†“Ok. Ow!†“You will wake her up every morning with a good pussy licking, and you will not expect anything in return.†“Ow! Ok!†“Oh my God,†Emma murmured from the sofa, her hand moving quickly now over her shiny crotch, “this is fucking hot.†“Ok,†said Sandra abruptly. Her high heels thumped on the carpet as she removed her boot from Dale’s face and circled around him to stand at his head, still holding his leash in one hand and the riding crop in the other. Dale panted nervously as she stood above him, her feet either side of his head, blocking his view of his wife as she masturbated through her skintight suit. A slow but irresistible pull on the leash made him raise his head from the carpet and look up at Sandra as she towered above him. His face was mere inches from her pussy as the leash grew short, her swollen lips clearly visible through the clinging spandex of hr costume. Dale resisted the urge to bury his face between Sandra’s legs. “Do you want to fuck me, slave?†she asked coldly.'