As a lead in, the relationship between my wife and I has had lite/medium bondage, D/s, exhibitionism in it from the first time we had sex and it's been out there for 5yrs. The last 6 months she's even been asking me about having her get a discrete kanji tattoo that says, 'slave.'

Last night, I had her lightly bound in a doggie position when I had a fantasy idea regarding the discussed tattoo. I left her with a vibrator applied to her clit and went off for a few min to set the scene. I made a big show of bringing out a small box and moving behind her, made some commotion noise as I opened it and unseen by her, pulled out a tack I had placed in the box. I told her to hold very still, to not move a muscle as I had a surprise for her and she'd feel a bit of a poke.

I then held the the tip of the tack to her ass cheek for a 30 count while wiggling it a bit. No skin was broken, but she was very nervous, I told her to relax and that she'd love it.

I packed up the box with tack and walked out, leaving her with the vibrator still going. I came back with my notebook and set it in front of her so she could read the screen and typed in a quick command.

I removed the vibrator setup and began fucking her slowly wating for the script to launch.

I'd created a completely cheesy script that echoed back some colored text after brief pauses. A quick run was along the lines of:

Initializing RFIDScan
A bogus welcome screen talking titled with version and copyright jargon.
references to modules loading
a scanning dialog.
a report of acquiring an ID and it initiating a decode
The a field population of fake info that was 'extracted' from the ID the scan turned up.

Now she's been making some noise through this, but it's still within the scope of sex exclamations.

The RFID's 'encoded info' then pops on the screen:
Product ID It's her name
Product Type Fuckdoll
Product Misc. Info. Life-like Fuck Toy

Owner Name: Name/address of a local adult themed store
Current Status: Rental contract to my name.

I'm fucking her like a madman as this stuff is coming up, she's making all kinds of noise, things seem great.

At the end when I move to the front, I realize she thought it was completely real, did not like the idea, and completely breaks down crying saying that I've basically just finished raping her.

We end the night with her being completely withdrawn and crying sporadically, while I'm sorry, yet a bit pissed in that:
1. Come on, to have believed that cheesy setup and execution was real? Please.
2. We've been together for 5yrs and she believes I'd actually do that to her.
3. She's been talking about having that freaking tat and how could it get more discreet than an invisable RFID chip? So how would the fictional chip be horrifically soul shattering, while the tat is a-ok?

I guess I'm just not getting why this completely flipped her out when matched up against some of the stuff we've done over the years.

Let's say you have a 20yo submissive slut as a live in slave and you want to fuck her up enough to make her more obedient and dependant on you, but capable enough so she can do her daily tasks.
Some things that we came up with: getting her hooked up on some substance, breed her and get her pregnant, fry her brain with meds, take videos of her doing degrading stuff and blackmail, if possible try to get her to sign something like contract or debt bondage.
Curious what you all think? Anyone heard for something like that being successfull?

Btw: it's not her on pic

The night iz almost tangible. The darkness around me iz like soft velvet an' muh ma fuckin senses, aroused as dey iz allow me ta raise muh ma fuckin hand an' feel da subtle changes in temperature o' da air around me. It iz hot, da tropical night heavy an' dense around me. I smoke da sheet from muh ma fuckin body an' feel da night lean forward ta kiss me.

I arch muh ma fuckin back, deeply aware o' da need burning between muh ma fuckin legs. I allow muh ma fuckin legs ta part an' da night, muh ma fuckin lovely night seems ta breath on muh ma fuckin sex. But it do not tight me. Instead, muh ma fuckin clitoris yearns ta be touched.

I peep across at her lying in da next bed. She has nahh idea, not da faintest notion o' muh ma fuckin desire. She do not know how much I love her; gots always loved her since we's wuz both 13. No. She has nahh idea o' da nights I gots masturbated wishing she wuz wiff me, nor how often I gots wanted her ta bind me an' use me as her slave.

She lies dere, her own sheet almost off her body. I can see da roundness o' her hips an' da subtle swell o' her belly an' those perfectly formed, almost pubescent titties. Claire sighs in her sleep an' da sheet moves. She iz tantlizingly close ta being naked now, an', as she sighs ag'in, I discover da hairless smoothness o' her sex. Is it uh cruel trick o' da night or merely muh ma fuckin imagination dat makes me wonder if I can smell her poon-tang on da soft eddies in da room? No matter, I know, much ta muh ma fuckin regret, dat she iz straight. But I also know dat even muh ma fuckin own dislike o' men would not prevent me tasting da benediction o' her lover'ssperm from da cathedral o' her sex if she asked me ta.

My hand traces down muh ma fuckin body an' ta da hard, demanding bud nestled in da moist folds between muh ma fuckin legs. But I mus' be careful. The small cabin we's share will not permit da wreckless abandon wiff which I usually whack mah jimmy. I whack myself. I imagine it iz Claire touching me, or even me watching her whack herself.

My middle finger dips inside me an' I arch muh ma fuckin back. Oh, how I wish it wuz her finger. My thumb begins uh seductive get jiggy wit it wiff muh ma fuckin clit ring. (Making me glad I had it done. The pain o' da piercer'sneedle brought me ta orgasm, an' it has given me so many siince) As muh ma fuckin arousal increases, da clouds part an' allow da moon ta be muh ma fuckin audience. But da blessed moon bestows an unexpected gift ta me. There, lying on da floor between our bunks iz Claire'sknickers. I reach out an' collect muh ma fuckin prize.

Immediately dey iz in muh ma fuckin hand I feel da bud o' muh ma fuckin arousal begin ta open into da rich blossom o' orgasm. I bring her ta muh ma fuckin face an' inhale just once 'bfoe placing da very tip o' muh ma fuckin tongue where her sex nestled.

The orgasm washes me. It cleanses me wiff every contraction an' I feel da familiar wetness spray onto muh ma fuckin thighs.

Across from me, da object o' muh ma fuckin love rolls over wiff her back ta me. As she do so,her peeps open an' afta feigning sleep fo' so long, she smiles. you know das right!