“The cloning was a success, Miss Spears, you can get dressed and you’re free to go while we perform a few adjustments to your copy.”“Wait, no!...You’re making a mistake! She’s the copy...” Sierra III tried to say through her mouth's duct tape from her tightly strapped gurney. It was silly, she realized; a clone is a clone. Someone had to lose the lottery. Whoever leaves with the clothes they came in with and their original microbiome is dubbed the original and glad of it. I truly wish you well,. When I showed it to her at the hotel, she was speechless. She loved it as soon as she saw it. I also surprised her with a diamond necklace and matching earrings. Not only did she look quite stunning, she looked way out of my league.“What an alluring city.”“It’s really something, isn’t it?”“Yes. It would be better if I knew where we were going.”Alex gave me a quizzical look.“Sorry babe. No hints. Just enjoy the ride for now.”“Alright…”Alex interlocked her hand with mine.A few minutes later, Alex. One could see her puffy little camel toe strained against the front of the gray cotton, with the faintest suggestion that she was wearing no panties, as the fabric appeared to be a little moist. She was a complete knockout, from her pretty little pink toenails, to her bodacious bod, to her cute face with those cocksucker lips. Her entire body, wrapped in a small white blouse with a plunging neckline, teasing with the promise of her huge tits, and flimsy (for her body) shorts, almost begged to. “The cage. I want to see how the cage looks on you. Slide your panties to the side for me like a good little slut.”I am not used to hearing my wife speak so dominantly, which makes it hard for me to take her seriously. Somehow I manage to refrain myself from laughing and quickly try transitioning myself back into the submissive role. “Is this what you want to see?” I ask her seductively, in my most feminine voice, while sliding one of my hands into my panties.“Yes,” she answers sternly, “Show.