"Cute panties," she said playfully.I froze with my hand on the door latch though my brain whirled. I could feel the heat of humiliation coursing thro...gh me as I realized that my jeans had ridden down past the lowest edge of my shirttail, leaving a gap that clearly exposed the feminine print of my girly panties. My head turned toward her and our eyes met. "Go on in and pull your pants down," she commanded. I'll join you in a minute." Her eyes did not leave room for argument and in a haze I. "I don't know why I should trust you after all the tricks you have played on my birthday in the past, but I'll play along for now. But if this turns out to be another one of your little jokes, I'll woop your ass so bad you won't sit down for a week. O.K." "I don't think there will be any ass-whipping going on after my friends have finished with you," Tina replied with a naughty smile. So Anita rang the number later that night. "My friend Tina wanted me to ring you," she explained. "I think she. I can feel it touching my leg, touching my arm, a corner of it between the floor of my cage and my stomach, the rest of it bundled uselessly next to the wall of my cage. It is now that I recognize the value of the little blanket that my Mistress allows me, a worn out thin little blanket that she would have thrown away if I had not begged and pleaded for it. I felt completely degraded as I knelt before her one evening begging to have the small thin blanket she had just thrown in the garbage. I. Through the years that we, meaning she, had raised our children, sex had become, in her eyes, a need to be fulfilled, not an opportunity to explore each other’s bodies in a slow and sensual dance of touch, taste and smell. So I turned this revelation into a commitment to once again seduce my wife, to re-awaken the passion between us. The problem was how to erase years of what amounted to emotional neglect? I tried all the same things that I had done with the other women. I would take her out.