We were discussing Martha's baby shower."Chad clearly didn't believe her and you could see it on his face as the screen faded to commercials. That was...it! That was the way to do it. Make Sam suspicious enough so that he wanted to eavesdrop. That afternoon I made sure that I was standing with phone in hand when Sam got home. Trying to look guilty as hell I quickly said, "Have to go. Talk to you later" and I hung up the phone. I got no reaction from Sam, but then it was too soon - it would take a. You remove your coat. You sit down. You call me over to stand in front to you.“There is no safe word Tink. Discipline is just that. It’s not fun. Although knowing you, you might enjoy it” you laugh again. “Take off your coat”I unzip my coat, remove it and put it over the arm of the sofa. I know you’re looking at me, my naked tits and I know my nipples are responding yet again. “And your skirt please.”I can’t believe how calm and controlled your being. I unzip my skirt and let it slid down.. "I tried to hide any hint of excitement and joy.Another one asked, "Do you wish to become a house slave?" I am a slave," I replied. "It is not up to me to wish or decide. I will simply do as I am told."They smiled. After a few moments, the house slave on the end, a dark woman, held up and read from a piece of paper. "I have here, a recommendation, from Slave Lucinda." She dropped the paper down and stared at me. "She speaks quite highly of you." Yes, mistress," I replied keeping my head up and. You never got married either." Yeah. That's me, the pot calling Ma Kettle black. Except, of course --" Except what?" Except Ma Kettle didn't wear tight T-shirts so the world could see what a hot old lady she was."Des looked down and cursed. Her nipples were bulging into the thin fabric of her shirt. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It's cold in here," she said."I'm comfortable," he said, uncrossing his legs.She laughed. "Is that your ego in your pocket or are you just glad to see.