I love him. I don’t want to leave him but I can’t go on living like this. He doesn’t care about my sexual needs. He seldom makes love to me, may...e once a month, and then it’s all about his needs. There’s no foreplay. He slams his cock in me and pumps away like a fucking jackrabbit until he shoots his wad in me. Once he gets off, he rolls off me and goes to sleep leaving me to get myself off. Hell, if I wanted to masturbate I could do that without him being there and have more fun doing it.” . Maybe if I got patched through to my ownoffice, someone might know what's going on."No, no appointment. But I was hoping you could patch me through to thesales supervisor please?" One moment, please."With that, hold music kicked in. I'd never heard it before, since Iusually knew all the phone extensions I'd need. Usually.The phone kept ringing, and I wondered what I would do if no oneanswered. A part of me hoped no one would, because maybe that was becauseI wasn't at my desk because I was here,. When she arrives its packed everyone from the town has come to watch her die.The handcuffs are taken off and she is told to get undressed. knowing that she has no choice she starts to obey. Taking off her shoes and her jeans and her top, standing in front of the crown in just her bra and knickers. Again she is told to take them off as the dogs cant eat her underwear as well, crying she takes off her bra, her big tits bouncing free her nipples hard against the chill breeze. The crowd cheers as. 'This is to remind you, every time you are erect, and when you are flaccid that you are owned.' When it had been tied he immediately understood; it was curiously uncomfortable, yet pleasurable and he took in its significance immediately. He was made to wear a baggy black silk skirt which went full length the floor; a simple elasticated waist band. He felt a little uncomfortable in this as he thought people may think him transvestite. The ladies saw his discomfort.'Good' they said, 'You'll soon.