She took a moment to take a personal assessment in the mirror whilst brushing her hair. She was petite, only 5 foot 2 inches with a narrow waist and w...de hips from having had two children. Her rear-end was a bit more plump than she liked but he assured her he liked it that way. She had given in to his requests for her to get breast augmentation a couple years earlier and, she admitted to herself, she was very pleased with the results. Her, now, C-cup breasts filled the lacy red negligee. "Do what?" What you showed me. He wouldn't do it. He said... Grrrrr, I hate him!"I stared at the young wife. She never looked more like the teenager she was. She was in a tizzy, like she had asked her dad for the car to go to the prom and he said no. I thought she might go on a rampage that I wasn't prepared to handle."He said no. He said no," she repeated over and over again, slamming her fist into the sofa.I moved very slowly, standing and walking to the couch. Sitting next to her I lifted. Rhythmic sensations and the sound of air puffing told me that it was an inflatable butt plug, but strangely it only seemed to be inflating in one direction, directly against my prostate. My cock grew very hard at the sensation.That wasn't the end of it, though. Some sort of metal device, seemingly attached to the butt plug, was pressed against my perineum and locked into place. Then there was a 'click' as something was switched on, but I couldn't tell what.Claire then had me lie on my back, my. “Oh shit.” She muttered, “Shit. Shit. Fucking shit.” She rose from the floor, running toward a solitary door, but it was locked, of course.“Cami. Cami, can you hear me?” asked a voice over a loudspeaker system.Cami, almost against her will, nodded.“Now, Cami, you’ve been a frigid bitch for the whole time we’ve dated. And, overall, just a bitch- so here is your payback- you will stay here until you rot. And pleasure me.” The voice over the loudspeaker, which Cami now recognized as Nick’s,.