She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:
1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
4. Sex is optional.
5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

Playboy's Secret Wife

I sit nervously in the designated waiting area on ground. I am wearing a garter belt and a corset with my knees folded and thighs wide open.


It’s an invasive position but better than kneeling. I am glad the Mistress didn’t make me kneel. My knees would have hurt.


Subs are supposed to keep their eyes on ground. Once I am bored, I flicker my eyes at the clock on the wall and sigh. I arrived here at the appointed time, and now I need to wait patiently.


As the minutes tick by, I cannot help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I was looking forward to this session, but now that it is here, I cannot shake the feeling that I am not ready.


My Mistress had told me we will level up today. Tighter rules. More punishment. Turns out, I have a bit of a masochist in me. It helps me distract from the emotional pain. Then why am I on edge?


It’s just training. Relax. I tell myself.


Chapter 58 Training