Nancy had gotten the house after divorcing her husband, which surprised me, since Nancy looked only around 23. In fact she was really 26. Maybe it was...her blue eyes that seemed to sparkle all the time that made her look younger.The house sat on a hillside, and she had no real neighbours to speak of, and the pool was large, surrounded by a nice wooden deck. I mentioned to Nancy that I didn't have a suit, and asked if I could borrow one."Suit?" Nancy laughed. "None required in my pool, unless. I don't speak with beggars, only men, using the broader sense of the word. I told you to explain why there will be rain tonight, not to scare you, not to place you in awe. I am a man with certain abilities, certain powers, but I am still just a man, not a God, not a lord, a man. Now stop this foolishness and get to your feet."Looking up she saw he again had his hand out to assist her. Reluctantly she allowed him to assist her. Her mind in a turmoil as to how she should act around someone with. No cheating whatsoever by either party. Recently though we both have been discussing aspects of the kinky side of BDSM. We have been reading books and looking at videos. We openly discuss what we feel might be benefits and detriments of some of the things we study. One thing that seemed to excite my wife more than others was the aspect of a Femdom relationship. The way she explained it to me I could sense a tone of happiness in her voice. It was almost like she was a giggling schoolgirl as we. My breasts feel very warm, like on the inside. They don’t really hurt, it feels, I don’t know, interesting. Are, like, we just getting warmed up?”“Yes… we are just getting started, baby girl.”I smiled at her while I admired her form. She stood there, her hands tied to the post, looking so helpless, and so sexy. She inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, as if trying to calm herself. “Daddy? Do you like looking at me?”“Honey, you’re the most beautiful thing on this Earth.”“You’re not just saying.