“Fuck you!” “Uh, Audrey I love you but really? Fuck me? No sweetie, not tonight.” “Audrey, I think the best the four of us can hope for to...ight is to be happy that we are in a nice hotel instead of fighting for a spot on the lawn at the wharf. While our whole marital situation needs discussion and lots of it, this isn’t the time or place. May I suggest that you snuggle-in as best you can with Donald and I will do the same. I suggest that you and I discuss none of this until we are home and it. As each shoe returned to the countertop, I noticed that she leaned back on her heels. She asked, "Do you like the sound of crunching from my shoes?" I nodded yes. "Good, I like the feeling of crunching in my shoes." Marisa added with her mouth set in a firm line. She slowly shifted her weight forward and I heard the small pickles crunch as they slowly flattened. "Wow, you really stretched that out. I’m impressed." I complimented. I was surprised at her next move. Marisa swung her left leg. I was not a happy camper because of this and I couldn’t wait to get home so I could fuck myself silly! The school bell rang and I bolted out the door looking for a vending machine and bought myself a nice cold bottle of Mt. Dew. From there I went to my bus and today I didn’t want to sit next to anyone. Stepping into the bus I was livid(to say the least) when I saw that the bus was packed except for one seat. The seat was right above the back right or left wheel. Storming past people I sat on. When I asked how she could do that, when she had already said she couldn’t sleep unrestrained, she answered that the restraint was mental. Her Master had given her an instruction, and that was enough to make her feel restrained, and she had slept.This was something new to me. Mental restraints. I had always thought restraints had to be physical. But it did open up an avenue for me to work with at a later date.At the end of the third week she told me she needed to wear knickers for a few days,.