Isn't this ironic. Your innocent wife has become the slut you secretly want to be.
She exists now just to serve me; just to do what she's doing right now.
When I discovered how much your wife wanted to be my slave, I had no way of knowing what kind of a man her husband would turn out to be.
But when she revealed your wish that she dominate you, I knew I had struck gold.
You should have seen her face when I asked if she had ever used a strap-on on you? She was horrified, the poor little thing. She had no idea about all those perverse desires you tried to hide from yourself and her.
But then she remembered the time the two of you went to a sex shop together and you couldn't stop staring at the manikin display of a male slave kneeling before his mistress's strap-on.
That's when I arranged to have her send you to visit my girl friends so they could tempt you with their special surprise. It didn't take long to get you to admit your need for humiliation.
And what could be more humiliating to a straight man than having to service a real, live cock?