fondel433

My feet are chafed. I'm standing in the kitchen, making dinner, waiting for him to come home. We've been married a year tonight. I've known him since high school, we used to joke around a lot. He'd make jokes about his dream kitchen, one large room with an oven, fridge and dishwasher on one side, and on the other, a washer and dryer. From the ceiling, traction ropes to keep his wife / girlfriend supported after a few days of being on her feet. A toilet nearby, just in case. A small bed that folds up beside the fridge. Shackles to keep her in the kitchen, but just long enough to reach the dinner table and the dresser. A wife should look p