I was ten minutes late. In the hallowed halls of Chatsworth Manor, that small lapse is a high crime. Zoe Haggard is my wife and my master. She stands in designer silk while I stand before her stripped of everything but my shame. My excuses mean nothing to the Matriarch. My dignity is a sacrifice she demands. The punishment is a social event. Zoe invites her elite circle to witness my breaking. Emilia and Dallas join the circle of discipline. I am the shared property of the manor now. They take turns with the paddle on the mahogany bench. I count every strike. I vocalize my gratitude for the pain they inflict. My skin is no longer mine. It is territory they own and mark. The transition is absolute. I am a broken servant whose only purpose is to exist for her absolute control.