These days were total hell for me. Julie exercised her favorite activity, mercilessly tormenting me. She would tie me to the bed most times, and t... the wall a few. She loved to see if she could make me cry from frustration. She usually succeeded. She always dressed the role to further torment me. She loved to dress in different teasing styles, ?fashion shows? she called it. Everything from a strict governess to a business suit, to a schoolgirl, complete with pleaded skirt, halter top. A secret revealed and a proposition.A story by my lovely wife beth in which she explores her fantasies.....I sat there in the passenger seat of Sarah's Corsa staring wide eyed at what she was telling me. A glance from her, looking quickly back at the road, a grin from ear to ear as she took in my expression."What?"She giggled."Oh my god....are you serious?" My exclamation making her giggle even more. "Oh yes, I'm very serious"She continued with her shocking revelation, and as she drove me home. You and I will get nice and dry-here, dry my back!-and cuddle together in bed, and then I will thank you as I think you should be thanked, for being the man you are, who stood up to danger, and halted it in the living room, so your kids and your woman could be safe. (A little lower, please!)”I had learned that listening to, and following, the directions that Ashley issued me, would generally lead to Good Times. I caressed her fine form with the towel, and, satisfied that she was dry, savored. “It doesn’t matter who you are, you don’t sit before your Queen without her permission,” the man ground out.“Well then, since she isn’t my Queen and I also happen to be her better, we don’t have a problem. Actually, we do. Shields, please collect our chairs.” With that, she stood and moved so she was standing in front of the Queen’s throne and at the end of the carpet. She had the boys place her chairs. She and Martin then sat again.The woman on the throne looked at them in astonishment. She.