It was Sunday afternoon. Father was in the living room watching cricket on TV. The sound came up the stairs – loud commentary, cheers, crowd noise.

Victoria was in the master bedroom. Door locked. Curtains closed. She knelt on the floor in the middle of the room. Naked. Collar tight around her neck. Hands tied behind her back with one of her husband’s silk ties. Ankles tied together too. Small metal clamps on both nipples – tight enough to hurt constantly. A thick black plug in her ass – the biggest one Ethan had made her take so far. It stretched her, made her feel full and humiliated.