Alice reached down and deftly plucked the gold pen her husband/slave/dog was holding between his teeth.
"A tribute. How appropriate."
Dave was making little whining noises in the back of his throat. Alice let him go on for a couple of minutes until they were in her car.
"Permission to speak granted."
Dave hurriedly told her the parts he knew of the whole story.
"You're saying its a magic pen? You better be telling the truth, or you'll think you never knew the meaning of the world 'punishment'".
Dave started to babble "It's true! It's true!"
"Permission to speak withdrawn."
They had arrived at the dungeon. Alice was served with her usual, chicken salad and white wine. Dave was served with his usual, sloppy joe, bread pudding, and water, served on the floor in monogramed porcelain dog dishes. He shoved his face into his dish and started eagerly devouring his food, while Alice pulled out a notebook.
Dave has a dog's tail. No one but him and me thinks this is unusual.
A brown, furred dog's tail emerged from Dave's rear end.
"It works. And all you could think of do was silly little sex games. Pathetic." Alice rebuked her husband.
Ten million dollars tax free has been added to my account, Alice wrote. She called her bank on her cell phone to verify.
We now live in a house in the country, with a kennel for Dave attached to the mistress bedroom, Alice wrote.
Dave is ecstatic at the thought of quitting his job and being my fulltime slave, Alice wrote.
Dave's tail started wagging enthusiastically.
"Now what to do for that splendid girl Sexy Bitch." Alice thought.