Yes

“Alright,” you say. You take the key from your inside pocket and unlock the padlock. She immediately undoes the buckle and rips it off, before tossing it at you. The leather slaps into you.

She slams the bathroom door and you hear the shower being turned on. All you can think about while she’s in the shower is that leaflet, and the things you found in that wardrobe. If she really was your ****, there’s no way you’d stand for the way she talked to you just then.

You look over at the wardrobe, wondering whether to grab a gag out of there and fill her mouth with it. It feels like your relationship is already going to be over the moment you get back home, so you might as well make the most of it while you’re here, who knows, maybe she’ll get used to being your **** and submit to you. Maybe a bit of discipline is what she needs.