Flash Fiction Friday

He leaned against his truck looking up. Every hour, the blonde had stood at the window wearing only a slim black collar and a pair of stiletto heels, and hung an implement in the window.
He sent a text to his wife.
Obeying him, she made eye contact with her Master and attached the lead. Hanging the cane, she turned around, legs apart and bent grasping her ankles. She would remain like this until he came home.
Mike watched the woman he loved. This was her punishment and submission to His control. Tonight there would be tears, forgiveness and pleasure.