Rose knelt obediently at her husband’s feet, head bowed in submissive posture. The plush living room carpet tickled her bare knees, but she dared not shift or squirm. Tonight, as every night, she was ready and waiting to serve at Master Jack’s pleasure. “Good girl,” Jack purred, reaching down to stroke Rose’s silky blonde hair. She gazed up at him adoringly, heart fluttering at his touch. It had been this way for years – their dynamic as husband and wife, but with a deeply submissive wife serving her man completely. Jack’s other hand toyed with the thin satin ribbon that tied Rose’s wrists behind her back. “I think it’s time for your training session, pet,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Up on the bed. I’ll be along in a moment with your collar and leash.” Rose rose gracefully, hurrying upstairs to the bedroom as ordered. She had come to crave these bondage play sessions, to be collared and leashed, spanked and teased until she was writhing and mewling for his cock. Her pussy clenched at the thought of being bound and utterly at his mercy. Moments later, Jack entered, dragging a rolling cart laden with toys – dildos and vibrators, clamps and floggers. He produced a stiff leather collar and looped leash, which he cinched around Rose’s neck. She looked up at him trustingly, hands clasped behind her back in proper submissive pose. “Color?” Jack asked gruffly. “Green, Sir,” Rose breathed. “Thank you, Sir.” And with that, her training began anew – a session of complete surrender and indulgent pleasure for them both.