Plans

You enter the domicile, and they both remove your shoes gently, and place them on a shoe rack. They then crawled leading you to the living room. You sit on a high bonded leather wing chair. You turn to Mia, "Fetch the punishment things at once!"

She whimpers meekly looking up, "Mine, or my Mothers?"

"Both slut," you bark, and she quickly crawls away.

"When she gets back, show me the outrage and punishment she deserves," you bark.

"Yes, My Lord," she whimpers.

"I want you to train her to be the perfect Stepford trophy wife. I want to be proud to have her on my arm, and not embarrassed to be seen with her. After this demonstration you will have a month to complete this task. Should you fail me, I'll never return. However, I will make it my business to make sure your futures are very bleak. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir," squeaked.