It All Comes Out In The Wash

Once Jonathan had left, Mildred went back upstairs to man the laundrette for a while. The familiar hum of the washing machines and dryers was a comforting backdrop to her thoughts. She dealt with customers, her demeanor professional and friendly, a stark contrast to the woman who had just been dominating a CEO in the basement.

With everything running smoothly, she retreated back to her office. She turned on her PC and went to the recording from the last session. She had accumulated hours and hours of recordings of her clients, both for her security and potential financial gain; she was not above blackmail when necessary. Once she was satisfied that the recording was clear and usable, she turned her attention to a building problem in her personal life: her husband and her best friend.

She clicked on the feed to the house. There were minute cameras in every room. She had paid a professional to come and fit them all. He didn't ask questions, and he gave her great suggestions for placement. She clicked on the feed from the lounge, and there they were.

Her best friend Jane was on her knees, licking the end of her husband Toby's magnificent cock. His big hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. Mildred's hands went down between her legs as she watched, her fingers sliding between her still wet pussy lips.

It wasn't that he was fucking somebody else—God knows, she had had lots of different cock over their married years. They had, what was essentially, an open marriage. Her husband, Toby, knew of her sideline; he had installed the chain and collar in the basement when they were just dating. No, that wasn't the problem.

The problem was Toby and her best friend Jane had broken the two biggest rules. No fucking other people in their home, and no affairs with friends and family. No, this would not do at all. They had to be punished.

As she brought herself to another orgasm, Mildred looked at the screen; Jane was now kneeling on all fours, and Toby was taking her from behind, his thrusts powerful and deliberate. Mildred closed her eyes; it wasn't the sight of Toby and Jane fucking that excited her; it was the plan she had for them both that took her over the edge.

She would start with Jane, of course. Her best friend of twenty years, who knew all about Mildred's business but had sworn she would never be involved. Well, now she would be involved, whether she wanted to be or not. Mildred already had the collar picked out—a special one with a built-in shock mechanism that she'd been saving for a particularly disobedient client.

And Toby—her dear, sweet Toby, who thought he could break their rules without consequence. He would learn the true meaning of submission. She had something special planned for him, something that would make her time with Jonathan seem like playtime.

Mildred opened her eyes, a predatory smile on her face as she watched her husband and her best friend reach their climax. They were laughing now, cuddling on the sofa, completely unaware that they were being watched, completely unaware of the punishment that awaited them.

But Mildred would be patient. She always was. She would wait for the perfect moment, when they were least expecting it. And then she would strike, reminding them both that in her world, there was only one rule: Mildred's rule.