Domestic Slave

Mine.
Just a trunk, rope, and chloroform.
Until death do us part.
The bars of my mansion won't.
I wanted him.
But I turned him down.
I just wanted him to insist.
And now look at me. Naked and locked up.
I'm not going to touch her.
I know she loves me.
But she will have to earn it.
She begins her training.
A domestic slave.
A perfect and helpful wife.
Locked. Chained.
For today, tomorrow and always.
She is mine.
I'm his.