I hadn’t really been serious, partly because I didn’t ever expect it to happen. But when I proposed marriage, she accepted on two conditions, firs... that she would become my wife only if she could also be my slave, permanently, and second that she be allowed to fulfill that promise – and any other fantasies I might have.So, now I had to find a way to make that fantasy happen.Fortunately, from my earlier, more adventurous days, I knew someone in New York City who was a name in the BDSM scene.. She cried out and lifted her hips and then she came in a way she never had before – gushing against his palm, her stomach convulsing and, when he pulled his hand away, squirting in a stream of pussy juice that shot upwards and rained down to splash on her belly and her breasts. She wailed in ecstatic pleasure as her cunt continued to spasm sending jet after jet of cum juice into the air. Finally, with his mouth pressed to her neck and his hand pressing down on her mons, her body calmed, and she. I answered everybody as best I could, though it was a very disjointed conversation.Finally, when we were all finished with breakfast, I stood with my empty plate and set it on the sink. “I need a long hot bath and a nap!” I announced. “I will see you all this evening, whoever is still here!” Mom laughed. I headed upstairs.Monday morning it was back to work at the television station. Everything went normally, what with the usual Monday Madness of cleaning up from the weekend and getting ready. His arms came down by his side, bent, and she carefully got hold of themat the shoulder and pulled him backwards slowly as he helped her bypushing on his hands. As he came back and up she knelt back onto herankles, so that they ended with her kneeling on the bed and him kneelingon her lap, the dildo still in place, but now pointing vertically upwardsinside him as he sat there. He struggled and tried to lift himself off, asit penetrated deeper than in its previous position, but she held him.