Kitchen

She takes you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Moving behind you, she quickly unstraps the ball gag and frees your mouth.

"Wow you're really into th..." you start to say before Doe slaps you across the face.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" she asks sternly, "Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No," you reply meekly, looking at the floor.

She slaps you again! "No ... WHAT??"

"No Madame," you reply, quickly realising your mistake.

"Well that's two mistakes there ****!" she shouts, "I'll punish you later, but first I need my breakfast ... and you have work to do."

She pushes you on your knees and leads you under the table, facing a chair. You hear her moving around, probably making breakfast. Eventually, she sits down on the chair in front of you, her bare pussy exposed before you. Grabbing your head, she shoves it between her legs.

"Start licking!" she commands, "And you better not stop until I tell you to."

You immediately dive into her pussy, trying to manoeuvre as best you can in your bonds. Your cock is throbbing painfully, as it tries to get erect against the walls of your chastity. Your wife continues to eat her breakfast while pressing your face into her crotch. You can feel her grating against your face, before she lets out a big sigh and releases your head. Remembering her order, you continue licking.

"Stop!" she says, "come out from under the table."

You awkwardly crawl out and she helps you stand up.

"Time for your punishment!" she declares.