Two months ago when I agreed to this change in our marriage, I told you that for me to be fulfilled, this lifestyle had to be real and this couldn’t...be some game ... we have to live it.”“Yes, Ma’am, I remember,” he said solemnly.“Today was the first time that it felt like a game.”He lowered his head in shame.“Look at me, Chris.”His eyes met mine.“I’m going to ask you a very serious question. Do you wish to continue living this lifestyle with me?”“Yes, Ma’am. More than anything else in the. The story will be posted in the files section of our group.You will be pleased to know that it is your Masters birthday on the 20th of this month. With that in mind I want you to think long and hard with regards to what your present will be.I have spoken. I am your Master. You will obey... TO - Night NurseFROM - MasterFor your next assignment you will go back to the sex shop and then to the movies (if nothing else I'm getting you out and about).You will wear your most vulgar whore outfit. Her smile was less self-conscious now. She'd been permitted to spend lots of mirror-time in the hospital. Dr. Falkenberg had been right: She was going to be pleased, and relieved, at how far she could come back.Paul touched her face, gently pushing back her hair -- hair only partially grown back from having been shaved off entirely, following the accident. "You're back," he said. "The follow-up surgeries will help, but they're not essential. You're already back." The scars will still be there.. Mrs. Richards did nothing but complain, the mower was too loud, noon was too early for me to be mowing her grass, you missed a spot when edging the walkway (I hadn’t even edged the walkway yet) that damn neighbor never mows her lawn and makes her yard look bad. It goes on. When I was finished and everything was satisfactory with Mrs. Richards I knocked on the neighbor’s door to see if I could offer my services and fix up her lawn also.To my shock the woman who answered the door was wearing only.