I did as I was told and did my best to make my body as smooth as ababy's bottom. Just about the time that I was finishing up somethingstruck me. Why...would a salon, any kind of salon, care what my legslook like if I'm only there to have my fingernail fixed?As I walked out of the bathroom and into our bedroom I was prepared togrill Stacy on what was going on. Before I could open my mouth Inoticed that she had laid out my clothes for the day. There was awhite blouse with simple frills on the. The way I think about relationships and sex has been flipped upside down. Since going through this change has been such an exhilarating experience, I thought I might share it with some of the anonymous strangers out on the net.I'll start with some background so that you can better understand what has happened. I am a married 25 year old aerobics instructor and personal trainer at a gym in suburban Austin, Texas. My husband is working on a PHD in chemical engineering at the University of Texas. He had not seen his friend in almost six months and he greeted the king with an embrace. Lord Burbridge and Jonathan stood in the tent with Joseph.“I received new orders this morning and I wanted to confirm they came from you,” Genrico said, offering a sideways glance at the two other men.“They know of the change,” Joseph told him.“So you want me to move to a new position?” Genrico asked. “Are you certain it isn’t an ambush?”“No,” Joseph admitted.“May I inquire as to how you came to this. You move to the centre and sit on a coffee table and tell me to get over your knees. Everyone is quiet. i struggle to get in the right position trying to keep myself covered. After a few hits you move my legs apart and i am expected to keep them apart. You tell everyone to watch how my cunt gets swollen and wet and how my lips part. You carry on, spanking me, hard. i am struggling not to cry but the tears come. Also the feeling of belonging comes, the feeling of being owned. i know i am.