Liz thwacked mrs. Gilmore's already punished three more times then stopped.She started to gently rub her sore ass with her latexed hand feeling each welt, the coldness making mrs. Gilmore shiver a little as it disapated the heat.

Mr. Gilmore looked as though he was in shock as how this woman could walk in the cellar and totally take over without any effort whatsoever. "Mr. Gilmore, I do hope you don't mind me keeping your wife warm as you seemed to have neglected her for a while."

Liz had noticed the swell in mr. Gilmore's trousers as he put the shoes on her and thought to capitalise on this a little. Pointing to his crotch with her crop Liz laughed and watched carefully as he started to blush. "Is that for me or is it for your wife?"

Within a few minutes of being in the room Liz was guessing that mr.Gilmore wasn't the dominant that he portrayed himself to be, so she came straight out with "Looking at your reactions, one would rather suspect that you would enjoy being told what to do for a change, yes? There's nothing to be ashamed of....even your wife would agree if she didn't have that gag stuck in her mouth. If that is the case then select a pair of cuffs hanging from the wall and present them to me"

Mrs. Gilmore couldn't beleive what was happening to her husband, but deep down she was enjoying this turn around of events. She was half hoping he was getting his just desserts for foolishly not checking for keys to the stocks before they had started to play over two hours ago.