Lifting it to his face, my head next to his we both examine the mess.‘Well look at that, we really have made a mess haven’t we?’His beautiful ey...s are quite teary, possibly from the relief of the pain stopping.‘Yes Mistress’ is all he manages to choke out.‘Lick it up then there’s a good boy’I watch as he immediately obeys, tongue lapping at the fresh blood, cleaning my hand like a grateful puppy. Once he has washed the vivid red liquid from my flesh I hold his face and kiss him deeply. As my. I begged."Please don't go. I'm sorry. I take it back. Forgive me and forget I asked, please!?! I'll do anything!"I knew he wouldn't forget. He's not capable of forgetting anything like that. I doubt anyone is. But that didn't matter. All I wanted to do was get him to stop packing and give me a chance to make this right.Our 21-year marriage was good in so many ways, but our sex life had become totally perfunctory. I had stopped sucking his cock and he had stopped licking my pussy shortly after. There were three TV cameras allowed in the hall, and the room was packed with so many people that moving around was awkward.As soon as we arrived, I insisted that we walk around the outside of the hall next to its walls. This puzzled my security but they knew I was the boss. After the circumnavigation, I'd proximity sensed all of the crowd who were inside the hall within twenty feet of the walls. I had identified several - for the lack of a better word - "idiots". They'd been identified by. I not only need to get even with him for fooling around with his secretary, but now I need to get back at him for never, not once, in eight years of marriage, giving me an orgasm. What he didn't do in eight years you did in three minutes. I liked the feeling and I want to feel it again." You are sure about this?" Honey, I'm absolutely dead sure."I gave Matty directions to my apartment, finished my lunch and got back to work. Matty was waiting in the parking lot when I got home from work. She.