And then one day I overheard a conversation and I suddenly understood only too well. I had just gotten home from a six day run to Seattle and after dr...pping my rig at the terminal I stopped at a local bar and grill to get a burger and a beer. No need to hurry home since Heather wouldn't be getting off work until five. I was pouring the beer when two guys came in and sat down in the booth next to mine. They were carrying on a conversation as they sat down and I heard:" ... don't get laid soon. Every man in my stories was trapped and made into atotal slave by his wife. I have never been unfaithful to Marie but mycharacters often were curious about BDSM or female domination and gotpantied, paddled, and punked with regularity.I had often fantasized about being dominated but never had I asked Marieto dominate. Now I was trapped nude and bent over like the poor soul inone of my more horror filled stories. I began to remember how the storyin "Whap goes my mistress' paddle" ran and as my. From the echos I could tell it was a big place. I was being marched down a hallway. We stopped and I heard one of the guys knock on some thick doors. Just before we went in I felt rough hands grab my exposed breast and tuck it back in my bra and dress. I could tell we entered a large room. I was led forward stopping finally. I felt the strap binding my wrists being cut releasing them. I rubbed them and reached up to remove my blindfold. Even though the room was on the dark side I blinked. .. that's..." Impossible?" I completed for her. "Yes, for anyone else in the world, it would be impossible. But I am W. I have invented a thought-controlled switch that can change an ichip between several different identities."I smiled at her. "And I have a reprogramer back at my home which can change the information in any one of those nine different identities. I am showing the level of trust I have in this establishment by revealing my true identity to you." I will handle this sale," the.