You go home from work to find that your wife is pacing the floor  looking very angry. You see she is holding your mobile. Your heart sinks as you realize she must have found those texts you’ve been getting from Sandra.

You expect her to explode with rage but she has other ideas, she informs you that you are to be sent off for suitable training and she knows just the person to do this. She has made an appointment for you tomorrow and woe betide you if you don’t keep it.

The following day, after work, you go to the address she has given you and buzz on the door. A voice orders you to come up to the top floor flat.

You do so and are told to wait outside a door. You stand there feeling increasingly nervous, wondering whether you should knock and remind her that you are there.

Just as you raise your hand to do this, the door opens and you see a woman standing in front of you. She informs you that her name is Mistress Rebecca.

She orders you to take off your socks, shoes and trousers. You do so, feeling very conscious that she is dressed and you are not.

Mistress Winter then snaps on a pair of medical gloves and picks up a strange looking device, a sort of plastic cage with a padlock on it. She unceremoniously hauls down the front of your underpants, leaving you cock hanging limply on display. ‘Lets make sure you never get into trouble again, shall we? … to be continued when you visit.

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