”Jackie heard the instruction and whilst still sobbing did manage to ease herself off the bed and into a standing position, turned and faced mistres... but realised that she only saw her burred outline, put her hands on her head, eyes looking at the floor, and waited obediently. Jackie was very conscious of being naked but saw that as part of her punishment and her continuing subservience to mistress. Mistress said sternly, “Next time you will also do my washing and ironing. If I have friends. . Well, my plans have changed ... I don't care about your deadline; you love me, don't you? ... Okay, see you then ... bye-bye."I turned with a smirk to my sister. "See that? Now give me those directions. I know how to handle men!"It turns out the address was easy to find. I saw Danny's pickup truck parked outside. The other car in the driveway was a Corvette, presumably Bob's. "Figures," I mused. "Jerks of a feather..."I knocked on the door impatiently. I didn't have all morning — just a few. I hated being touched. As soon as they left, I ran to the shower and stayed there till Roy got home. I begged him to hold me. Just hold me…. he did… I love my husband.April 2nd: I’ve made the decision not to fuck around on Roy anymore but, for some reason, no one showed up today. Roy came home tonight, and I made love to him. I am showing nicely, so we were careful.April 3rd: Branden came by and I told him, “No more.” We argued for a while, and he told me he would tell Roy. I told him to go. In my forum posts, I would always write that I needed to be punished, or that the pain alone would get me off, or that I needed to be humiliated. I'd let my shadow self call the shots and write down whatever she wanted to put me through on any given night. But the basic rules were always the same - the blindfold remains on and I never see the guy, I never stay afterward, and I don't get to enjoy an orgasm. Aware that orgasms aren't always controllable, I always made damn sure I was put through.