She walked back to her husband and perched on the edge of the bed. The leather corset she wore over the cat suit was pretty severe, but the shop had modified the original design so that it was cut a little lower, and allowed her to move more easily. She wondered how on earth those actresses in the show had moved around in the action scenes dressed like this.
“The ladies who wear these outfits on the show are very cruel to their male captives, aren’t they, Charlie?”
Her husband nodded eagerly. “V…very cruel, Alina.”
“How can I be cruel to you, my little slave? You don’t want me to whip you…do you?”
“P…please, no…I don’t think I could take it. I’m sorry.”
There was a knock on the door; perfect timing, Alina thought.
She got up and adjusted her corset.
“Wh…what are you doing?” Charles
