Not that her side of the bed was empty, there was no bed there at all. He looked to his left, and his wife was laying where he should be. She was sn...ggled down in the covers, just the haystack of her hair sticking up. Her hair was a wreck, it was going to take her at least half an hour to comb out the tangles before she could wash it. He wondered why she kept growing it out when it was so much easier to manage when it was short, then he remembered how he teased her about the lion’s mane cut. Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house. He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions. He loved being in control. She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs. He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting in fantastic finishes of tidal orgasms.. He says, forcing her head down into the puddle of cum on the floor. But I… Lucy begins, but she is cut off when her master grabs her by the throat and lifts her off the ground. But you what? Have I not forbidden you from speaking? Never question my judgement! I should throw you to the dogs for such insolence. He throws her down into the puddle, and rings a bell via a cord hanging from the ceiling. Almost immediately, a girl wearing a maids uniform appears through a service door, and looks at. "His left hand pulled me while his right hand pushed and I found myself turning around, like being led on the dance floor. It felt warm between my legs."You just lean over and put your hands on the bed. Don't look back. Just close your eyes or look forward."I spread my legs a bit to steady myself and leaned over as ordered. I felt some moisture trickle down the inside of my right leg.I heard the snap! of the lotion container cap and the little whoosh! of it sucking air back inside after Jack.