Talk:Hellhound/@comment-26376061-20161102060329

Your Hellhound wife is looming over you, a leash in her hands, bondage gear littering the floor around her. You fear for your pelvis and other regions, but she suddenly gives you the puppy dog eyes. "...Good Morning, Master. Are you planning on using me today?" Your mind collapses. What the actual fuck? Your wife...ah. You recall the events of last night.

You and her were at the bar, having a drinking contest, you were...winning, surprisingly, but she gets into a fight with a few people...actually, "a few" is an understatement, unless you count half the people there as "just a few people". She's holding her own, when the noise of shattering glass becomes audible. Someone broke a glass on the back of her head. She collapses, and you lug your now unconscious waifu home, bandaging her head before going to sleep. ...It appears the glass to the back of the head kinda messed with her mind...a lot...

"Master, get up! I made breakfast!...although...if Master is stressed we probably should take care of that first..."

What do you do now?