She puts on the tank top

She slides into a black tank top with gold letters on it that read SZ Queen. Suddenly she was obsessively looking at her husband and being dismissive of his puny itty bitty clitty dicklet. Harold was enraged she never talked to him like that, but tonight she was wild. She laughed at him saying she was needing to be filled by a real cock, maybe she would even let him watch. He stood up to assert his dominance when she walked up closely and grabbed his dick and balls in one hand and squeezed, “listen you little shrimp dick bitch, this queen needs a real scepter from a king, not a twig from a jester, so let’s put this choker on you what do you think bitch!” Harold was in no place to argue, the choker had a small tag that said obeys. Suddenly he felt an overwhelming need to do as she says.