Saturday.

As you wake up you remember that tomorrow, on Sunday, you will have several friends over for a small party, starting around lunch and lasting until late at night, a long time planned occasion, and there is no time to dwell at what happened yesterday evening or, in fact, during the last days. Despite having Xiang as a helper in the house, there are still quite a few things to prepare and to organize the whole Saturday, so you find yourself way to busy to slip away into daydreams.

Or, let's say, almost.

Between writing a shopping list for Xiang and driving to the city center to get a haircut, you still have flashes of daydreams in your head, and all of those center around you being a ****, or a prisoner or some other kind of damsel in distress which ends up tied and fucked. It turns out to be a bit distracting. At the same time it is, of course - fascinating and quite arousing.

No. You are not like this, you remind yourself, snapping out of your dream. You are quite the opposite. A strong-willed, rather pushy wife pursuing a career, more successful than your husband even. And proud of that. Of course. And all for gender equality. Right? Then again, isn't gender equality in the end about being able to follow your dreams and do what you want to do? And if your dream about submitting to your husband and becoming his little **** - would that be so bad?

As you continue your afternoon, flashes of these fantasies keep coming back and continue into the next morning. You **** yourself to concentrate on the tasks ahead. Luckily, once your friends arrive on Sunday, those irritating erotic fantasies stop.

It turns out to be a pleasant afternoon and evening. The guests sample the foods that Xiang has prepared, and once more you applaud yourself silently for hiring her, because her cooking is really perfect, and everybody compliments you for being such excellent hosts. There are a few friends who don't have a "Happy Maid" yet, and most of them soon announce that they will hire a maid on Monday, because... well because what's there to say against a clean house, great food and more time for yourself?

The evening carries on, there is music and laughter and happy faces everywhere, and as you sit in one of the sofas, taking a break from chatting and "being a good host", suddenly your mind drifts off into that strange daydream mode again.

You imagine yourself at the party, but suddenly, it's quite a different kind of party. Dave leads you into the room, dressed in your leather harness, wearing a collar and a chain. Your guests are whistling and cheering as the two of you arrive. Some of your female guests are dressed in their evening gowns, but some are wearing **** collars just like you. And others are dressed in latex uniforms. Dave leads you to some kind of Medieval stocks, made of wood, and standing right in the middle of your living room. Your head and arms are placed into the stocks, then they are closed and locked. You can't move. You are on display, and Dave immediatly starts to shout: "Free playtime with my **** wife for everybody!" There's more applause and jeering, and soon you feel hands touching your body, feeling you up everywhere. Your tits, your ass, your pussy. You start moaning. Then you feel the sting of a paddle hitting your buttocks. Followed by more laughter. "Let's tame the ****!", somebody shouts, and suddenly, there's cock right in front of your face. "Open up!", a man orders, and you open your lips to let him in. Soon, you feel hands grabbing your ass cheeks, forcing them apart, while you are still sucking the first man's cock and...

"What... what are you doing?", asks somebody.

You blink, try to remember where you are, and also who you are, and find yourself kneeling on the floor of the living room, one hand carressing your left breast, the other fumbling under your skirt between your legs. Your eyes go wide and you feel your cheeks burning. As quick as you can, you rise and straighten your clothes.

"Sorry", you stammer, and hurry out of the room. You don't even know who it was that was just talking to you. You run upstairs, into the bedroom, close the door, and lean yourself against it, breathing heavily. Your mind is racing, your head is spinning.

What is going on? Are you losing your mind?