I'll feed her lovingly, gently, smilingly. After breakfast I'll hang herand flog her. I'll blindfold and gag her. That'll suppress her screams...so...ewhat."More egg?" She nods yes. "Bacon?" Same."Toast?" Yes, please with butter and jelly. Sir, my period starts tomorrow and Idon't have any sanitary napkins. Are there any in the house? No? Couldyou buy some for me please? I'll give you the name." Oh shit, now I have to shop! Crap! Bitch!I butter some toast for her, add jelly, feed it to. . enough to see the entire tattoo, enough to see the upper part of a black string thong. Enough to see the beginning of the split in her buttocks!I figured she would yell at me for moving her pants... but she didn't. She stood there and let me look. Without releasing her pants, my right index finger traced some of the lines of the butterfly and I told her that it was beautiful work, a very attractive image. I stared and traced for a good two minutes before she made a motion to pulled her. I gulped as I read her text. I figured that I must have blushed as well because I felt my neck get a little hot. I pondered it for some time. I don't know why I did it, but I looked around the room; over one shoulder and then the other. I slipped forward on the sofa and reached down to my knees to pull the hem of my dress up slightly and then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I hurriedly sat back into the sofa, desperately pulling the hem of my dress back down and trying my best. All of her now ex-husbands had been boring, straight-laced and mundane without one iota of get up and go between them, to hear her talk even sex had become a chore."Remember when we used to do those stupid little dares. Hell they were more fun than I'm getting now," she continued her rant.We were sitting in the kitchen having a coffee before we went shopping. Helen had called last night to let us know that she'd be picking up the costumes for tomorrow's dare and though I'd given her our sizes.