His mind was a whirl, with all of this new information. He had read about the D/S, and BDSM, lifestyles for many years. He had always considered himse...f to be naturally dominant, and he so wanted to pursue these activities, in his life. Loving his wife, as he did, he had pushed all of these desires down deep and tried to find other interests. Smiling he remembered several articles he had read about masters and slaves. Until now he hadn’t fully, or perhaps, really understood them. Many of these. This time several of the boys wanted to help her get dressed, but knowing her little brother could see her from the bus she declined. She was after all getting used to the touching.Tuesday evening:(I neglected to tell about her chores in Mondays story, so I am correcting that now. She had feed the chickens, dogs, and horses.) When she got home she went straight to her room to change clothes and begin her chores. She started by feeding the horses giving them hay and grain. Then she scattered. She wipes her eyes and says, “Your girlfriend is right. I’m a whore.”“Just because somebody treats you like a whore doesn’t mean you are one.”She hugs me, and the quilt half falls as she tucks her head into my shoulder. I tell her, “The good news is, you have a way out of your situation.”“I can’t go against him. Japan is not like Canada. If I say anything, they will believe him and not me.”“How would you like a promotion? I already phoned Watanabe-san. I told him the only person I will. " Okay," she hedged."Now, did you honestly think I meant for you to turn away and leisurely get undressed?"Wordlessly she shook her head no."Then this will be your first and only warning. Do not try my patience."I felt a tug and assumed my gift had conveyed the full meaning of my command far better than I ever could. However, this became glaringly apparent when she again she nodded and even as she flushed with embarrassment immediately began to not only to undress but gave me quite the strip.