Susan's podcast and click PLAY."Hello, Jane," Dr. Susan's voice said, "By now you should have taken your pill, and be in someplace very relaxing with ...our vibrator handy. If not, please click pause and come back when you are ready."Dr. Susan's voice paused for a second."Very good. Now are you ready to begin your Wifey training program?" Yes," said Jane, out loud, thinking how ridiculous it was to be talking to an iPod which obviously couldn't hear her."Very good. Now these lessons will be very. First she pulled out the leather cat-o-nine-tails whip and a metal ring, about 3 inches in diameter, with two tightening clamps attached. She moved slowly toward me, "Do you remember yet, you piece of shit?" "No, let me go! This is a mistake!" I yelled back. Before I finished my sentence, she whipped my chest hard. She repeated this all over my chest and stomach before getting on her knees, eye level to my crotch. Smiling, she took my balls (I am now quivering in anticipation/fear of pain). He was sitting on the bed, just after coming out of the shower. She could smell him and how clean he was, but she was still pissed at him. She just stared at her iPod and kept trying to read something online while she tried to ignore him.Feeling his hand on the back of her leg she snapped her legs shut…holding them tight together. There was no way he was getting any tonight after the stunt that he pulled earlier today.But he was relentless. He was not going to be rejected. She just kept. I was a terrible cook and I knew it, as did my boyfriend whom I found somehow always managed to have already eaten when he came home from work at night when he knew I would be making him something. He always joked with me how terrible of a mother I would be if we had children together. A joke, I hoped, would never become a reality. I was awful at house chores and if asked what the difference was between a mop and a broom I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Luckily, we were fortunate enough to have.