For the context of this story read, "Wife's Husband and Sister Dominated."
My wife is Pam and my sister-in-law is Cindy
To put this in perspective, I have left notes on my wife's vanity for years about things I would like her to do to me, but she always ignored them. She said she just did not think she could do those kinds of things. Pam was literally frigid for several years after we were married as a result of her upbringing.
She checks the instructions on her phone. She's clean. Dripping wet from the shower, her hair turbaned on top of her head, warm and heavy. He hasn't put his requirements in any kind of sensible order. She rearranges them in her head: she's already waxed and smooth. She dealt with the enema before getting in the shower. That leaves hair, makeup, clothing, and the toy.
Hair first, she decides. She dries herself roughly, then hangs up the towel.
I would never say that life was routine with Mistress Monica. She kept me on my toes—or, more literally, on my heels—at least around the house. On days when I got home from my law office before she got home from her corporate job, I would immediately take off my suit and tie and put on one of the frilly aprons Mistress preferred me to wear at home, and a pair of heels to match the bra, panty, and garter set that she had chosen for me to wear under my business suit that day.
He told her on his way over to lay out her panties from the week. She scrambled to do so but made certain they were neat. She was very excited to give him his ropes, she was proud of her work and hoped he'd be pleased.
He walked in and her heart fluttered as he leaned down to kiss her. When he stood back his lips were stained by her red lipstick.
I heard the door open and hastily took the panties from my face and saw her coming in, and then stopping in her tracks, staring at me. Blood drained from my face as I saw her face registering disgust and then surprise, before her features hardened. I could feel my life collapsing around me and my head reeled as the panties fell to the floor released from my hands... a desperate effort to alter the situation and save myself.
This is a 100% true and factual story.
She was shaking, and looked like a nervous little peacock as she walked back to her car with her panties stuffed into her mouth. Her arms were folded under her breasts and she could see his car through the corner of her right eye as he drove by her side, 50 feet away. She knew he was watching her every move as she walked through the strip mall parking lot.