Lisa's Bull Breeds Her on Anniversary

Mark had spent all afternoon preparing the perfect anniversary dinner. Candlelight flickered across the dining table set with their best china. The scent of roasted lamb and rosemary filled their suburban home. He wore the crisp white shirt Lisa liked, though the steel chastity cage beneath his trousers had been locked on him for three weeks now. Tonight was their tenth wedding anniversary, and he hoped—prayed—she might finally grant him release.

The front door clicked open behind him. Lisa stepped in wearing a slinky crimson dress that clung to every lush curve of her body. Her heavy breasts strained the low neckline, and the hem barely reached mid-thigh. Her long auburn hair spilled over bare shoulders. She looked breathtaking.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” she purred, heels clicking as she crossed to him. She cupped his face and kissed him lightly, then smiled with wicked sweetness. “I have a surprise for you.”

Mark’s heart lifted for half a second.

The doorbell rang.