Mark sat on the edge of his cot still trembling from being shocked for the last hour in Mistress Diana's play room. It had been several months since he last saw his wife Patty.
Mark remembered the last five meetings watching his wife being breed with those black men. Mistress Diana kept him in suspense all this time wondering if Patty had been impregnated with a black baby.
Mark cooperated with Mistress Diana even more so today because she promised Mark something very special would take place that afternoon. Mistress Diana had teased him with an electric probe that morning and Mark was still much shaken.
His whole body shook as he sat on the bed like a scared child as Mistress Diana peered through the bars of his cell. She stood outside the tiny cell and stared at Mark and laughed.
"You're such a pathetic looking little thing. Just look at yourself, Mark and tell me why I shouldn't just keep you locked up in here forever and just use you as my personal toy!"
Mark had been trained to obey her commands including agreeing with whatever statement she said as he starred but quickly raised his face to stare at her as he replied.
"I've been a good slave for you and I promise you that I'll remain being a good slave for you as long as you desire."
Mistress Diana laughed as she unlocked the door to Mark's cell and slowly stepped inside and stood in front of Mark with her arms crossed.
Mark knew what she wanted and quickly got down on his knees and kissed her heels then slowly raised his head as she stepped forward and allowed him to kiss her scantly clad pussy mound with his lips.
"Good boy, Mark. I think your going to make a fine husband again."
That statement caught Mark by surprise as he raised his face to stare up at Mistress Diana. She kept starring down at him knowing that he was surprised and confused by her statement.
"That's correct, Mark. You heard what I said. I think you're ready to become a good servant and husband again in the real world."
Mistress Diana reached down and grabbed his left hand and slipped on the wedding ring that was taken from him when they were captured eighteen months ago.
Mark stayed kneeling on the floor as he raised his hand near his face and studied the ring to make sure it was the one that Patty had slipped on his fingers the day they were married.