When he was eighteen, his parents died, leaving both him and the fortune he inherited in the custody of his sexy-cruel aunt: a forty-something, psychologist, a childless widow, who lived in a three-story Victorian Mansion, her only companion the strict, formal, slightly older Mistress Briley. In the three years that followed he was chastised, humiliated, and milked; shaved below the neck and mostly kept in a "uniform" of a too-tight white t-shirt and a pair of white socks, anything else potentially interfering with the spanking of his bottom or the punishment of his penis.He endures, accepts, ultimately comes to crave this treatment; the lovingly cruel wife, fifteen years his senior to whom he is sold, on his twenty-first birthday, continues to feed these needs. A year after his sale, there are things to celebrate and choices to be made. The celebration includes cuckolding, oral servitude, and pegging-along with loving aftercare. Scant days after their celebration? There are choices to be made. How far will his wife go? How far will he let her?And then, a year later, he has a minor accident, his head smacking the asphalt when he's hit by a car. He does some semi-conscious babbling, under medication: about cuckolding and pegging and creampies; about punishments and calling his wife "Mommy." When they undress him in the ER, they discover the chastity cage he's wearing; one of the nurses freaks out. He's put on a 72-hour psych hold, not permitted to leave; they file a restraining order against his wife, severely limiting how much he can even see her. But the twenty-three-year-old husband and his almost-forty wife? They're not without resources or recourse: they aren't going to have their lives judged by people who don't understand. And they're not going to be kept apart.