" She watched him glide to his drinks cabinet, approving of the curves of his ass beneath his kimono."Where're you stationed then, Rigger?" he asked o...er his shoulder."Antares." She glanced down at her civvies. "How'd you know I'm an Rigger?"He handed her a glass, clinking it once against his own; he smelled nice. "I could say I didn't think you looked rough and tough enough to be a Marine." His attempt at humour failed with her scowl. "Your boots. Riggers' boots are always scarred white with. Having to support my weight on all-fours with himmounting me and thrusting away had hurt my shoulder joints and themuscles in my arms twitched.But I did not have much time to dwell on this as I was roughly draggedfrom one of my rare light snoozes by a firm slap on my bottom andheard the sound of my abuser's voice snapping back into my newreality. Still half asleep as I was dragged across the room and yankeddown over his knee and soundly spanked; it was nowhere near as bad asthe things that he. Word got around that we provided secure backup and quick recovery from virus and ransomware attacks, we turned a nice profit a full 8 months before we had planned.Carol told me that she wanted to wait a couple of years to start a family. I was ok with that, but she never seemed to not want to make love. There was only one period when she was sick that we went for a week without some sexual activity. Nothing was off-limits. Carol and I tried everything and as many positions as we could without. I puzzled at this for a moment until she took the end of it, brought it behind my neck and then around the front, holding the two sides of chain together with her one hand and forming a loose leash loop around me. Then she gave it a little tug, just enough to guide me, and I followed dreamily. I have always had a thing for being leashed, long before I'd ever touched on my inner kitten. Something about the obvious symbol of control a leash represents makes me quiver, and that's not even.