He was trying to be gentle with me. Damn it. I didn't want gentle. I wanted him to yell, scream, and force me to do whatever he liked.“Sir?” I sai... knowing that was the wrong thing to call him.“Sensei, I've told you that a thousand times. It is Sensei, are you stupid?” “Don't call me stupid!” I yelled. Anger flashed on his face.“Why the fuck are you here? You are obviously not interested in trying to do karate. Are you here just to make my life miserable? I can't believe that you are wasting my. In there i removed all of my clothes and kneeled down.. facing her bedroom door i expected her to come out from there but she came from behind.. i could hear he steps ( she was obviously wearing high heels) approaching her slaveboy. i feeled her hand on my shoulder slowly travveling down to my chest. the she came around. she was wearing a black lacquer bustier with suspenders to her black stock,ings , some black panties and her ‘fuck me ‘# high heels’. her finger goes to her shaved pussy. So I put it back. You have never come in with her before. The woman said. It was more of a question without really being one. No, this is the first time. I told her. I could tell that she wanted more information from me but I wasnt going to volunteer any. She fiddled with the leash display and glanced at me a couple of times. Ok. She said, Who are you? I looked at her and smiled, Im her husband. Her jaw dropped and seemly could find nothing else to say. Then something struck her. You know hes. Grab all my stuff and flee in my car back up to Connecticut? Apologize to Gwen? Lie and deny everything?In a panic, I jumped from the bed and raced naked downstairs to the second floor, finding the door to Gwen's bedroom slightly ajar. She had slammed it with such force that it bounced back open. At least I was saved the drama of having to stand in the hallway and plead for mercy through a locked door. Gwen was curled up on her bed tightly swaddled in that terrycloth robe. Fortunately, she.