Erika?

It's Erika, Michaels wife. And she is standing before you with a playful grin on her face. She is wearing tight black spandex clothing that reveals her abundant cleavage and most of her body—a dominatrix outfit.

Her indigo hair drapes down her body, adding to her sensuality, but you're too confused to appreciate this.

"Finally awake, my new toy," She grabs a whip and holds it by her side as she stares down at you.

"What's going on, Erika, right? Let me go," You ask as you struggle against the ropes making your wrists burn.

"Sorry, babe but the fun is only just about to begin."

Erika hits a switch making another light shine over a table. Your heart drops when you see the contents on that table. Dildos, but plugs, strap-ons, vibrators, paddles, and chastity belts, the list goes on.

The centerpiece on the table would be the glass jar, which was full to the brim with blue, pink, and purple pills. You struggle even harder against the ropes, but to your dismay, it only makes them tighter.

"Why! Erika, I am your husband's best friend, please!" You beg to hope for mercy.

"Michael? You think I give a shit on what he thinks! He is just another toy of mine. And you will be one too. I haven't had a new toy is so so long. So I am going to relish breaking you into my toy. I have a large collection of toys that I haven't had a chance to use yet. Hahahaha!!!!!"

She laughs menacingly, her laugh both entrancing yet horrifying.

"W-what!!!"

What the fuck was happening. How could Michael marry a woman like this? Damn it, you needed to get free.

"I have a policy toy. I will allow you to chose how playtime will go for our first session, alright?" Erika says as she brings a giant wheel with alternating colors of blue and pink. The following fates are listed on the wheel of misfortune.

-Mistress Blue, Toy Pink, Toy Pink ****, Toy Blue ****, Mistress Strap On, Toy Pink Breeder, Toy Purple, Mistress Purple, Mistress x Toy, Toy Pink Denial, Toy Pink X-tra strength, Toy Pink Plus, Toy Safe.

The choices read on, and you could assume what each option meant. And almost all of them would ruin you.

"W-what's the safe option..."

"Oh, that well, it wouldn't be fun if there wasn't any risk on my part. Anyways, I like to giv.e my toys hope some hope, so I can see there, faces of despair!"

"If it lands on Safe Ill, let you free no strings attached."

"Honestly, it's a boring option, anyways spin the wheel here I'll release one arm, oh and don't try anything, or you won't get another chance."

She's insane. This was fucked up! Your trembling hand slowly reached the spinner.

Holding the cheap plastic spinner, you gave it a twist and watched as it spun. A hypnotizing circle of alternating blue, pink and purple.

You have to land on 'safe' you must! You spin the wheel as hard as you and watch the wheel spin and slowly come to a stop.