"Pansy, come!" I cheerfully said as I sat in the living room in myEmpress of the Universe chair; everyone wife needs one.Pansy, or George I guess, cam... racing as her pretty little cherry 6"heels allowed her. She really was---I mean; he ran well in them (ofcourse, after all these years). She stood before me and curtsied."Yes, Mistress?"I stared expressionless but guilt-ridden. I must admit though that shewas just the cutest. I mean he was, for a man who was a maid."Pansy, come here," I brightly. "And I don't have to ask you, Connie," I said sternly, "whether you enjoyed it."Connie gave me a big unabashed sexy grin. "No substitute for the real thing," she said, waving a hand at me, "but it scratched that itch, know what I mean? I reckon Whatsisname — the dark-haired one — was better," she added chattily. "What did you think, Fran?"Fran looked up in horror, her face flushed scarlet. "Connie!" she protested. "James, darling, it wasn't like she's making it sound." It was exactly like I'm. When I went into the visiting area, Julie was already there sitting on one of the stools they used because they were bolted to the floor. I could see she was nervous and uncomfortable. The uncomfortable part was probably due to her carrying a baby and the nervous part was the fact she was surrounded by a pack of vicious criminals and their dubious relatives visiting for their own reasons better left unknown.There were signs on the wall that said, Absolutely No Touching.It was obvious that. You make me feel completely yours in just one kiss. We walk to the hotel, my hand in yours. We check in, are given the key. We climb the stairs to our room. You unlock the door and then close it behind us. You put ours bags on the sofa. You move the chair into the middle of the room. You remove your coat. You sit down. You call me over to stand in front to you.“There is no safe word Tink. Discipline is just that. It’s not fun. Although knowing you, you might enjoy it” you laugh again. “Take.