You know I try hard to be obedient, but that it's a struggle for me at times. It's my strong will and quirky personality that both endear me to you an... frustrate you to no end. Today the frustration is winning. At the end of the hall my bedroom door stands slightly ajar and you can hear music softly floating out as you push it open and look inside. All thoughts of punishment and frustration, along with most of your blood, drain from your head as you see me laying face down across my bed. I'm. “In a way, yes.”I nodded too, remembering how the Lockdown worked. “I know one way, syphoning away their energy when they cast their spells.”She looked at me. She stared for so long that I had to remind her to look at the road again.“Are you telling me you know how to do that?” she asked. “You’ve actually cast such a spell?”I thought about it. “No, but I know the theory.”She made a growling, frustrated noise. “Theory is not going to save your ass from the likes of him.”“And running away is?” I. Taking the leash back from her friend she led him to the kitchen table and told him to sit. Pushing a pen and paper to him he is told to write a short note. She dictated the contents to him, which addressed it 'to whom it may concern' and stated that he was in several alternative relationships that involved acts of Dominance and Submission, and that chances were that he was a willing participant in whatever it was they might be concerned about, and to please ask about it.Meanwhile she had gone. She winced briefly and I imagined his fingers had found his target. I expected him to pause or to try and take her again from behind but instead he began to rub her bottom with his left hand; the hand covered with whatever it was in the plastic bottle. I watched spellbound. At first Steve’s actions seemed to soothe my sex-battered wife’s soreness. Alice sighed and moaned softly at his touch, her hips writhing against the fingers that caressed her private parts. Steve quickly squirted more of.