She can dream all she wants... The thing is,there's not much left of my husband any more. Not that there was verymuch masculine about him before... Bu... it's all gone now... And I don'tthink she really misses it, being a man... not really... What's left isMindy, a pretty little tool anxious to be of use. She's damn good at whatshe does. There's no household task beneath her. She's better than any ofthe girls we were thinking of hiring back in the bad old days---moderngirls, not much older than. The people in this condo complex were the mind-your-own-business type. So even if they did see us, they wouldn't do anything about it. The walls were sound proof, so nobody heard any of our sex.No matter how loud.The key turned, and he pushed me inside. I set the manilla folder on the counter and turned to him. He had his back to me, locking the door.“My bedroom,” He stated.I hesitated.“Now!”I jumped slightly, but turned and ran into his big bedroom. I was wearing jeans and a tank-top, with a. I had not been touched in almost a full week. Yes Master Ty got his daily blowjobs, but no cock anywhere else. I hadn’t been punished, d**g up to our bar, made to service anyone or anything else. All very unusual for me in my life. Most days there is at least one person that avails themselves of my services, but not this week. That Thursday night I had decided to speak up and ask Master Ty what the deal was, but I wouldn’t get the chance. Master had gotten home from work at about 3am, which. She just wanted to be naughty sometimes. Over lunch we reviewed our favorite scenarios and some of the role playing we did on line. "This is a beautiful restaurant," she'd say, "you wouldn't dare spank me here....in public. You'd be arrested." "Eat your vegetables." "I'm not a child, Nicky. I can eat what I like." "I brought a cane. It's in a bag in the truck of the car. It might be a good idea to give you a little taste of it. It will change the way you look at things." "An attitude.