Monday morning arrives

The weekend had passed in a whirlwind of passion and discovery. Each day brought new experiences, new boundaries pushed and new pleasures found. She had learned that not only was she a natural submissive, but she craved the control James had over her body and mind. The way he would whisper dirty commands into her ear, his eyes dark with desire, sent shivers down her spine.

Monday morning came all too quickly, the harsh light of day breaking through the curtains and illuminating their tangled, sweat-soaked bedroom. Felicity felt a sense of **** as she slipped out of the warm cocoon of their bed, her body aching in the most delicious way. She padded over to the closet, her legs still wobbly from their marathon session the night before.

Choosing her clothes for work was a task that had always been straightforward, but today it felt different. She picked out a relatively short pencil skirt and a fitted blouse, her mind racing with the knowledge of what had transpired just 36 hours ago. The thought of Mr. Thompson watching them, jerking off to her submission, sent a shiver down her spine. She selected a pair of matching white lace panties and bra, the fabric a stark contrast to the professional attire she had laid out. It was her little secret, a silent declaration of her newfound identity as James's slut.

As she kissed James goodbye, she felt his hand squeeze her ass reassuringly, a silent reminder of his ownership. His eyes gleamed with lust, and she knew that he was thinking about the evening's plans—another round of their wedding night games. She couldn't help but smile as she pulled away, feeling a sense of excitement mingled with nerves.