Your help with the training.

Kelly pushes open the door and steps into the bedroom. "I figured Mommy would put up a fight at first, but she is just not having any fun at all. I thought I could handle her by myself but now I think I need your help." She wrings her hands and keeps her eyes down, clearly embarassed at her failure.

"I see."

You turn on the lamp next to the bed and Kelly gets a look at you, including your bare chest and thinly concealed hard on. "Oh, Daddy. Who are you saving that for?" Her eyes are fixed on your cock like it's some delicious treat, although you suppose for a slut like her it would be. "Maybe all I need is a quick break and a hard fuck..."

"No," you seize on her shame, "I don't think so. Little whores who fuck up don't get rewarded. I'll help you with mama but until I see some progress, you won't be getting any dick." Kelly deflates. She looks like a kid who has been sent to bed without supper.

"Ok, Daddy..." she mumbles, eyes down again. You follow her back to her room, appreciating the view of her butt rocking back and forth with every step.

She stand in front of the door. "Remember, she's a work in progress. The treatment takes some time."

"Of course."

Kelly throws open the door and you both enter. You thought you had prepared yourself but the sight before you still causes your breath to catch in your throat. Your wife is awake, lying where Kelly had tied her down. A thin visor is fixed over her eyes, like some kind of virtual reality headset, and a large pair of headphones is clamped over her ears. She is feebly writhing in her restraints, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The bindings connecting her wrists to her ankles **** her to leave her legs thrust into the air, exposing her ass and pussy for anyone to see. She is rocking side to side, stretching against the bit of slack that Kelly had left in the rope that held her to the bed. Judging by the raw red skin around her ankles and wrists, she had been at it for a while. Her mouth is still filled with the ball gag and saliva is running out of the corners of her lips and down her cheeks around it. It sounds like she is trying to scream but thanks to the gag all that comes out is "Hmgh mph! Hmgh mph!" Seeing your wife so scared and helpless was uniquely exciting. Apparently, it was thrilling for her too--despite the obvious distress she was in, Nora's pussy was sopping wet. A small puddle was forming under her wiggling ass.

"What is that thing on her face?"

"It's my home training visor. I used it for homework. It can be pretty intense! I got it on Mommy without her waking up so she has no idea where she is right now. She doesn't even know we are in here!"

"Wow." You are impressed. "It looks like you have everything under control here, though. Why do you need my help?"

"She's showing a good reaction to the homework but normally this would only be used on top of in-person training. I thought it could be enough to pull out Mommy's inner slut but it's just not." She frowns in disappointment. "So I need your help to train her. It shouldn't be too hard. The homework really softens you up. After I spent a few hours in it, I would have dropped down and let you face fuck me if you ever asked." You regret the missed opportunity. "Will you help me, Daddy?"

"Of course, babygirl." But how?