I swatted his ass as he reached the bed and pushed him onto it. “On your back.”Daddy made himself relatively comfortable among the pillows and I s...w that his cock was getting hard from my switch in personality.“What’s going on, Krissy? What is this?” Daddy finally spoke, still in utter shock.I took out a piece of rope from beside the bed and looped it through the middle of the cuffs and stretched them over his head. I pulled the rope tight and tied it, not wanting to give any slack for movement. I am fighting against an advancing army of possibilities. I turn my face to the sky and let the rain hit me full on, my eyes shut tight, trying to breathe. Her hands steady my shaking shoulders. She stays silent and motionless behind me, holding onto me. After a time I stand unsteadily and turn to her. We are both soaked to the skin. I can’t look at her, or rather I won’t. She puts a hand to my face and makes me. The rainwater is flowing down her nose and cheeks in little rivulets, her short. But I was finally free from his fists and rage. I began a new life. It took me several more years to find this consensual lifestyle with my Master. But the cost of my past marriage was high. The anal sex I had once enjoyed, I now feared and hated. Several others before my Master tried, only to give up and walk away from the subject saying I was just too much trouble to continue. When Master and I met we discussed a few things we each desired, needed and wanted from the other, we eventually. Even though he wasn’t a jock Pete was in great physical shape, strong and muscular. We weren’t in the same year he was 3 years older. I lost my virginity to him on my 16th birthday and we got married on my 21st birthday. We had tried to start a family, but we had fertility issues, so we just carried on as a c***dless, married couple. His family were reasonably wealthy, we had enough money so no mortgage and no worries. Pete worked hard and I was his stay at home wife. It was 10 years later, we.