I cancelled his cable, and installed tracking software on his computer. Over weeks, I watched his vile porn habits. I studied what he was into, he kne... i was tracking it, and I told him not to change anything. He was a computer geek, and could have hid his habits, or kept a secret bank account from me. But I doubt he did, what he submitted was to me fully. Some of his weird fetishes would never work for me, creampies, cbt, bimbos. But a few things stood out and intrigued me; his obsession with. The busty brunette was shorter than me but had a tight bubble ass that teased all the guys. I haven’t seen much of her since moving in, so we had barely enough time to meet and greet, until now. “Why… Why did you do this? Are you some lesbian bitch or something to get me tied up here?” I croaked out, speaking for the first time in hours. The bitch comment earned me a swat on both my enlarged nipples, causing me to gasp out in pain. “That is no way to talk to your mistress, slut. I even did. I was incredulous, but eventually I managed to get my shit together and find my voice, "Would you like to go to the prom with me?" I thought you would never ask. Yes I would."All of a sudden I became the most looked at guy at school. Girls were looking at me and whispering among themselves and guys were looking at me with "What's so special about him" looks on their faces. The prom came and things were great right up to the time I tried to put the moves on Hetty. We had been making out pretty. "Janet, Mike definitely does not despise you. He is just upset that your fantasy does not include him. A little jealousy and a little shock will not hurt him or your relationship, if we can convince him that it is him you love. The foundation of his ideas of proper sexual mores has been shaken. We have to make him see that his ideas are not the only ones allowed. Then he'll be back to you in a heartbeat."Sara wrapped her arms around the young bride and held her close. "All you have to do is be.