The hubbub of chatter from the party guests mingles with the scraping of chairs. I can see my wife Tyvien blowing kisses a group of men at the other end of the room.

I hurry forward. “Tyvien, were you blowing kisses at those men?”

She shrugs. “Don’t be so insecure, Jed.”

“But I saw you…”

Her green eyes narrow. “They thought I was a model and they wanted to sponsor trips for me.”

“What? You refused them, right?”

She tosses her long brown hair over her shoulder. “I had to refuse them because you were looking daggers at me. Their offer was tempting though. It’s not like we’re going to go on a world tour. We barely scrape by with the pittance you make. Holidays will always be a dream. Right?”

“I spent all my savings on our honeymoon trip,” I protest. “And we can go on holiday again. We just have to save for a few months…”

“Leave it!” she snaps.

The conversation is clearly closed, and I’m left frustrated.

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But the next day, when I come back from the farm to our cottage, Tyvien’s green eyes are sparkling and she looks almost breathless with excitement. She takes my hand and leads me to the hearth where there is a huge wooden box.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s for your birthday tomorrow.”

“Is that a gift?”

She scratches her nose. “No, that’s not the gift. It’ll take you to your gift. Just get in the box until I tell you to come out and you’ll get your birthday surprise.”

“Why would I get in the box…?” This is weird.

“Just get in the box? Don’t you trust me? Don’t you love me?” She stares at me with wide green eyes.

Against my better judgement, I get in the box and Tyvien puts the lid on. There are cracks in the box so I can breathe. Just the smell of wood is a little overpowering. The box is also quite roomy, so I stretch out. I actually fall asleep for a bit, but I get woken by the box moving. It feels like I’m in a van.

The box lands on a solid surface with a jolt, and the lid cracks open. I blinked at the onslaught of light…

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I stand up and look around at the unfamiliar surroundings. I’m in a luxuriously furnished room with a soft, blue carpet, lit by sparkling crystal chandeliers.

I hear a woman’s voice: “Hello! Welcome to your new home.”

I turn and see a pretty woman with dyed blue hair and bright chartreuse eyes coming towards me. She’s wearing a tight-fitting red dress and has a necklace of gold and rubies. Her dress shows off the rounded shapes of her breasts. There are rings on most of her fingers.

“Where’s my wife?” I ask.

“Your wife?” she gives a silvery laugh. “Do you mean the seller?”

“What’s going on…?” I say slowly.

“I’m Sakia. Your owner. Your wife sold you into slavery. That makes you my slave.” She points at me to emphasise the point.

I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. “Ty would never do that…” my head’s reeling.

Sakia gazes at me. “Sorry, but she definitely did. That makes you mine. I paid a lot of money for you, but I’m sure you’re well worth the price.”

“This is all wrong, I’m getting out of here,” I say.

I turn to run towards the door, but I feel a jolt in my back and my limbs seize up. I fall sideways onto the sofa.

Sakia helps me lie down with my head on a cushion. She compresses her lips as she looks down at me. “You cannot leave unless I say so.” She holds up her hand. One of her rings has a glowing purple stone in it. “This little gadget can send a jolt that immobilises you. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. In about thirty seconds.”

I feel movement come back to my limbs. I don’t dare shout in case she shoots that ring gadget at me again. She cups her face in my hands. “You’re everything I wanted, sweet boy,” she croons. “That wavy chestnut hair I can run my fingers through…” She runs her fingers through my hair to emphasise the point. “Such soft brown eyes, and a stunning freckled face.” She taps me on the nose. “I can’t wait to dress you up in cute outfits. Come on! Upstairs we go! Don’t think about running away again. If I have to use this, I will.” She shows me the purple ring on her finger.

She takes me by the and leads me out of the room, up a marble staircase and into a marbled room with a jacuzzi. The room is lit with a shimmering chandelier.

Sakia smiles up at me. “Now undress.”

“Um… I don’t think so.”

She frowns and holds up her hand. One of her rings glows blue and a jet of light comes out of it. When the light hits me, I feel a jolt of pain, like an electric shock.

“Alright…” I hastily pull off my shirt. I think I’m blushing as I take off my pants.

“Ohh my!” Sakia puts a hand to her mouth as she sees my manhood. I’m getting an erection and it’s really embarrassing. She grins. “Get into the Jacuzzi and let me wash you.”

I slip into the bubbling water. Sakia removes some of her rings, but not the ones that I know are weird gadgets that send weird jolts. She removes her necklace and places it on a small table, and then takes off her dress.

Oh dear. I can see her naked, but she doesn’t seem to care. She slips into the water. It comes up to her chest, making her breasts bob about because of all the bubbles. She starts to rub my stomach with a sponge, and then my back.

“Such silky skin,” she says. Then she looks up. “How about a kiss, handsome?”

I realise she has the rings on, so I lean down and we lock lips. She grabs my head and pokes her tongue into my mouth.

We break apart. Do I feel like I’ve betrayed my wife? Well my wife betrayed me when she straight up sold me!

“I’m so going to love showing you off at these parties and formal events I have to go to,” said Sakia. “With my work, I have to go to them a lot. A bit of a drag. But you’ll brighten them up.”

She snaps her fingers and the bubbles in the Jacuzzi lessen.

Her chartreuse eyes sparkle. “Now slave, how about we do it, here and now?”

Oh no! She wants sex, and if I refuse, she’ll shock me with a ring! What am I going to do?