Deeply, deeply embarrassed.

You're quite sure there has never been a more embarrassing moment in your life than having your housemaid walking in on you, while you are chained to the kitchen table, legs spread apart, your hands tied on your back and your husband's cock buried in your butt. There's a reflex yelling at you to flee or cover your intimate parts, but of course, restrained as you are - you can't. Dave apparently feels the same, he awkwardly pulls his hands away from you, but doesn't seem to be sure if stepping back (and showing his dick to the maid) is the smartest option here.

The only person in the room who somehow does not seem to care at all and even does not give any slightest hint of impression that she just stumbled into something rather awkward - is Xiang. She smiles at the two of you, and somehow manages to make that smile encouraging and humble at the same time. Then she vanishes back through the door.

You let out a sigh, although the damage of having been caught in the act is, of course, done. Then you suddenly hear Dave chuckle. The old You probably would have felt even more embarrassed and hurt hearing that, but the You that just seduced her husband with a leather harness and restraints joins him, giggling, until you are both laughing.

"It was fun, wasn't it?", you say after a while, still giggling. He grants you a relieved grin. "Yes, it was", he replies, then hesitates and plants a kiss on your neck: "My ****." You purr and giggle some more. "Would you please untie me?", you ask Dave, shaking your chained wrists. He smiles, and immediatly works on the restraints and unlocks the chains. It does not feel awkward, it feels lovingly and caring.

"Next time you want to ass fuck me, you could at least ask!", you chide him, once you are free, and bump him softly with your fist.
Dave looks at you. "A Master never asks", he says, softly but very determined.
Suddenly, the butterflies in your stomach are back. You could throw yourself right again at his feet.
"Yes, Master", you murmur quietly, half playfully... but only half. You like this stern and dominant Dave.

Later that evening, you lie in your bed, thinking of what exactly happened earlier. You loved submitting to Dave. You loved him taking control. Being rough. Forcing you to follow his lead. It was the best sex you ever had. Which sounds absolutely crazy, because you always thought... you were convinced that sex, for you, is something that has to happen equally. Gender equality is important for you. It's a value. Then again - maybe there's a difference between gender equality at work and in bed. Because, WOW, it felt so hot! You want more of this. You want to submit and play the ****. Be the ****. You're not sure which of those it is. You want to submit to your strong Master Dave and have him fuck you senseless, you want him to take what he wants, what he needs.

Your hand wanders between your legs, and while Dave is snoring next to you, you finger yourself to yet another orgasm, dreaming of whips and chains and tight bindings and the life of a submissive ****.