Slowly but surely my mind has started to come to terms with the reality I find myself in, as a totally dependent bitch-toy. My feelings on this matter...are all over the map; some nights I cry myself to sleep overcome with fear and anxiety lamenting the situation I find myself in. There are other times when I feel a sense of security knowing that my choices aren't my own, rather they're made for me, in all honesty its for the best.I suppose a bit of backstory is called for…I've always been. Of course, it wouldn’t be like the beans and salt pork we normally ate … it would be a proper supper. The table would be set with a cloth and linen napkins. Dishes she had read about in the ladies magazines would be prepared and rival the best cooks in the county. He would delight in his wife’s accomplishments and sweep her off her feet to kiss her face and tell her how much he loved her. As she finished supper he would bathe. As twilight fell, they would walk out to the back porch to watch a. " Her smooth advances caught me off guard and I got a little tongue tied, but managed to tell her I lived nearby, to which she replied: "that is not necessary, I have a nice hotel suite next door." We went to her room and fucked for hours, but she was insatiable and asked me if I would like to join her back at the bar, to try to pick up another guy. She told me she liked being watched and asked if I would enjoy watching her fuck another guy. I was very excited by the idea and joined her, going. "Or maybe I'll just let one off the wrist while I bathe" he said laughing.The dress was nothing special she thought, short sheer and silky, but the cobalt blue matched her shoes perfectly and she loved these shoes. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and was pleased with the effect. The dress was short enough to show off her lovely long legs, but long enough to hide her stocking tops and suspenders (unless she was of a mind to reveal them). She could feel herself becoming moist and.