They collapsed together, a tangled mess of sweaty, sated limbs. He kissed her softly, murmuring words of affection and praise, his voice tender in a way it never was with you.

"You were amazing," he whispered, his hands gently stroking her hair.

She smiled, basking in his adoration, before turning her gaze back to you. "Poor thing," she said mockingly. "All tied up and left out. Maybe if you were better, he'd want you too."

Your husband chuckled, his eyes still half-closed in the aftermath of his pleasure. "She knows her place," he said, his voice a lazy drawl. "Isn't that right, kitten?"

You nodded, the motion weak and defeated. The tears streamed down your face, the gag muffling your sobs. You were a broken, trembling mess, your body aching, your heart shattered.

They untangled themselves, her body sliding off his with a satisfied sigh. She walked over to you, her movements graceful and confident. She knelt down, her face inches from yours, her eyes glinting with malice. "I think it's time we gave you a little reward for being such a good audience," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

She reached behind you, untying the gag and removing it gently. Your jaw ached, the relief of being able to move it almost overwhelming. She caressed your cheek softly, her touch a confusing mix of gentleness and cruelty.

"There, isn't that better?" she asked, her tone mockingly sweet.

You nodded, too exhausted to speak, your throat raw from the gag.

She smiled, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry, darling. We're not done with you yet. The night is still young, and we have so many more ways to break you."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, the promise of further torment mingling with the strange, twisted arousal you felt. You were theirs to use and abuse, to break and mold as they saw fit. And despite the pain, despite the humiliation, a part of you craved it, needed it, wanted it.

Your husband stood, his eyes still dark with desire. "Come here, kitten," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. You crawled to him, your body trembling, your mind a haze of conflicting emotions.

He lifted you onto the bed, positioning you between them. "We're going to teach you how to truly serve us," he said, his tone both menacing and tender. "And by the time we're done, you'll know exactly where you belong."

The woman leaned over you, her lips brushing your ear. "You're going to love it, darling. Every moment of it."

And as they began their cruel, twisted lessons, you realized with a sinking heart and a strange thrill that she was right. You would love it. Every agonizing, humiliating, arousing moment of it.