I had a comfortable job, a nice home, a late model car, and a picture perfect family. Darcy and I would go out occasionally, while Bill and Emily baby...sat the twins. On weekends, the four of us would get together to play cards or have a Bar-B-Q. I liked Bill and enjoyed his company. I wasn't sure of Emily, but Darcy seemed to love her.My concern about how my wife spent her free time was not deep enough to cause me to look into things. I just sort of made a mental note of it and moved on. It was. ’ The deal smoothly transacted roughly, I returned to find her yelling and walking away one of the drunks, ‘Leave me alone!’ ‘I got money, you whore.’ Worse than a drunk is a tweeker, this guy, down to the rotten teeth and perpetual tan must’ve felt emboldened as there wasn’t anyone else at the station, save his friend, still passed out. ‘Hey, be cool, man.’ I said, getting into a stance. ‘This your pimp or something? I’m trying to help you out, bro.’ ‘It’s not even like that, man, just be. I carefully lowered myself back to the ground, trying futilely to get the cords around my wrists and ankles undone. I knew without looking that my pocket knife, as well as the special knife in my boot was gone and, with my wrists bound behind me, I couldn't chew through them. They'd even taken my silver hair sticks.With nothing else to do as I struggled with the cords, I surveyed the room. My cage was tall enough to stand in but only four feet by four feet otherwise, nothing in it but me and a. " My father reached his orgasm finally, gasping as he thrust his cock against the rough fabric beneath him and I knew he was shooting his sperm uselessly onto the floor. "Good, Slave-Daddy, very good." I smiled down at him, into his sweating red face. "I'm leaving you now, going to my room and into my bed alone." "Yes Mistress." He nodded. "In the morning, I want you to tell your wife what we did tonight." "W-What?" "You'll tell her everything, do you understand me, Slave-Daddy?" "Mistress…I…We.