Mar knew she had to do what they said. Her life depended on it. Still, another part of her was screaming no. Doing this would change her forever. She'... be broken inside. Looking up, she saw all the gazing eyes and lecherous smiles. Never before had she felt so violated. Why didn't... ?Hurry the fuck up you lazy cracker,? the suited man snarled through clenched teeth. ? You don't want to see me pissed off.? Margo didn't see how the dark skinned man could get any angrier than he already was, but. “And I think he’s a pill-pushing quack, so I’d call it even,” I replied tersely.“He didn’t suggest medication, did he?”“No, but a psychiatrist who puts words in my mouth, doesn’t know history or philosophy, and can’t grasp that it’s possible to be non-conformist and mentally healthy, can’t be anything other than a pill-pushing quack. I don’t fit in any of his boxes so he has to put me in ones that explain away my logic as mental illness.”“We figured he was a good choice because he’d worked with. I had no idea what, but something was going to happen.I’d felt that way all day long and couldn’t figure out why. Maybe because it was Monday.The wife and I had been on the cool side of our relationship for a few weeks. It had happened before. She would just withdraw from me, telling me it was just her. After several weeks she would be back to her normal self. Then we would be back to normal.Normal means, random touches and kisses when we passed each other in the house. Out love making changed. Today Tess is the only one who knew those details.About a week ago I was mulling over how to make my bondage more spontaneous. Tess was game for anything but bondage really isn’t her thing. I’m pretty sure on some level she enjoys tying me up when I ask her to but the only real reason she does it is because I ask for it. Bondage just isn’t her thing so asking her to surprise me with something doesn’t really work. In the end the solution to my bondage monotony came from someone else. It was on a.