This is not reconciliation, but it may be a tentative first step, and anyway there are things you need to know.Please confirm that you can make it.Tim... read it and read it again, full of indecision. I had to get the words exactly right: I want to talk to you? I'd like to talk to you? We need to talk? I left it as it was and hit the send button.I had no idea when she would receive it. She may not even be looking at her private email. But that was an advantage of email, at least I could prove I'd. After I put it on, she locked it and took the key. She told me that from now on she will be in control of my orgasms and that I needed to learn some self-control. My cock strained against the cage. A few days went by and my balls were full. I asked her when I would be released. She told me not in the near future. I protested. She told me the more I bitched, the longer it would take to unlock me. I shut up quickly.She kept a constant vigil on me to make sure I was locked and not playing with. You are going to learn to be an obedient little slut. Squat like the pig you are and shit that turd nugget out of your ass so we can get to the mall,” Dad said.He told me that I should write down any violations like rolling of eyes or attitude. Annabelle asked how Dad would know if I was telling the truth because I may make up violations.“Your brother will have too many REAL violations to need to make up any new ones,” he snickered and said he’d have ways of finding out the truth. We watched as. "I won't tell anyone. I promise," and he crossed his heart and held up his right hand like he was swearing to tell the truth. "You really want to know?" "Yes," spoke up LuAnn. "I use sausage," I told them. I didn't make a big deal of it, though. I just told them flat out, and waited to see what their reactions would be. "I'd have never thought of that," LuAnn told me. "What make you decide to put that in there?" "I like the taste of sausage and I thought the spices would end up giving it a.