Strip

"Strip," he tells her, "show me that sexy milf body of yours."

"I most certainly will not" she bristles, "how dare you speak to me like that. I'm your wife, not some cheap whore!"

For a dreadful, heart stopping moment, it seems like Michael's control collar might be another in a long list of failures. Her hands, however, prove perfectly willing to follow orders and set to work unbuttoning her blouse.

"Hey!" She protests at her rebellious fingers. "Stop that! I said stop! Oh, why I can't control myself? What's happening to me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Her husband laughs at her **** plea. "I've made you my puppet, a toy to use as I see fit."

His callous words stung like a slap in the face, stunning her into shocked silence. Tears well in her eyes as her body sways seductively, to unheard music. One by one, her clothes peel away and fall to the floor, until she is left standing naked in the middle of the kitchen.

Licking her lips nervously, she asks in a trembling voice...