Therapy

I'm not sure if this was what the brochure meant, but I can't see this really improving my relationship with my wife.

They tied me to the wall and then told my wife to strip down. Now, we've done some kinky things before so this wasn't a big deal, but still... I felt a little uncomfortable when they attached the collar. That was MY job, dammit.

They pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists together. I felt that something might be wrong right about that point; even before they attached the arm binder to her biceps.

The ball gag was an interesting contraption in that there were extra straps, but the need for them became clear when the other naked woman was brought in, locked into arm binder and wrist straps, the same as my wife. The collar was also similar, but hers had a short length of chain.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help get aroused when they pushed the pair together and locked their collars to each other, wrapping the spare gag straps around the new woman's head.

Finally, they pushed the women to the floor, one sitting and my wife straddling her thigh. It looked as though they were enjoying themselves, too. I swallowed hard and moaned softly against my own restraints as their pussies began leaking fluids against each other.

This might save our marriage after all, but only if we could take the girl with us when we left. Maybe they'd sell her to us if given enough incentive.