Retirement blues.

Epilogue

 The last six months had been a revelation for Sue. She had a new circle of friends—real friends, not the pathetic dinner-party acquaintances William used to drag her to. Thanks to Penelope and Gerald, she lived in a world where her husband's abject submission wasn't just accepted, it was expected. It was the norm.

And the sex? She had a rotating stable of men she called "walking dicks"—gorgeous, hung, brainless slabs of muscle and cock who existed for one purpose: to fuck her until she couldn't see straight. They might not be able to string together a coherent sentence, but they made up for it with ten inches of thick, relentless cock and the stamina to use it for hours.

William hated it. She could see it in his eyes every time she came home smelling of another man's cum, her pussy sore and satisfied. He hated that she didn't even bother to shower before she made him clean her with his tongue. He hated that she laughed when he tried to fuck her with his pathetic little dick, that she pushed him away and told him to go jerk off in the corner while she texted one of her walking dicks.

 Through her group of friends, Sue met Coleen, a sharp businesswoman from Margate looking to expand her printing and coffee shop empire into Medway Town and Maidstone. Coleen wanted a like-minded female investor; Sue wanted to plant her flag in the local community. At their first meeting, Coleen raised an eyebrow when Sue walked in with William trailing behind her like a well-trained dog.

Sue didn't hesitate. "He's pathetic as a man," she said bluntly, "but his business brain is fucking amazing. I don't make a move without his say-so."

Coleen nodded, understanding instantly. In their world, that was the perfect arrangement: a dominant woman using her submissive husband for what he was actually good for. The toy could do math. The queen made the decisions. Everyone was happy.

 Patricia spent her days as Sue's maid—shaved bald, starved thin, a blank canvas for every perverted whim Sue had. Sue kept her and William separated, never letting them interact. They were her toys, not each other's.

One day, while scrubbing the bathroom floor, Patricia found an old bottle of sleeping pills tucked behind the toilet. She paused, the bottle heavy in her hand. For a moment, she considered it—just ending it all, swallowing the whole bottle and depriving Sue of her favorite punching bag.

But then a spark of defiance flared in her eyes. Another idea formed, slow and dangerous.

She pocketed the bottle and kept scrubbing.

Sue would soon find out that she should never have crossed Patricia. Retribution would be epic. But for now, it was just a plan. 

To be continued …… Maybe.