“Carol, please. Don’t make it hard for me. I have cried enough and I don’t have the energy to cry more. I do love you, but I don’t trust you a...ymore.”I pulled my hand away from my wife and walked away. As I made my way to the parking lot, I realised that my eyes were moist. Wiping my eyes with the sleeves of my shirt, I sat in the car and drove home. I knew I was still mad at Carol, but deep down there was satisfaction for having spoken to her.~~~Having kept my bunker gear in the locker, I went. I like nipple clamps, pumps, pulling and twisting. And Judy tried these, but she didn't care for them. She did learn how to work them on me when I used them. And she learned how to pleasurably torture my nipples. She learned how to slap my trussed up balls and cock and she began to loose her fear of hurting me by learning how to interpret my movements and vocalizations as to my level of pleasure.Well, the big thing about being a submissive bottom is that I like to be made a bitch every now and. As I grab the change and turn to go back to the front door, I am startled by the good looking man standing behind me in my room and my eyes widen from shock ... then the blow comes to the side of the face knocking me over onto the bed. I scramble to get up to defend myself but you find your way on top of me and pin me down, a crazy look in your eyes...My struggles become harder and faster as I realize I'm stuck on a bed pinned down by a stranger and want nothing more than to be freed ... you. He spent a little time in the morning doing an inventory of his food supplies and searching for a weapon. The best he could find was an extra Bowie knife that Ricardo had forgotten about, not great but better than nothing. And then there seemed nothing else to do. Diego ate an early lunch and then spent some idle time watching a boring movie in the entertainment room on the first floor. He brought a few beers with him, but the alcohol seemed as boring as the movie.Diego was alone, truly alone,.