"So, you see?" He'd say, "You have to EARN such a reward; an orgasm no less than a paycheck. Right?"Of course, I always agreed with him!But, eventuall..., there would come the moment (long awaited by both of us) where Richard would "allow" me to come. Having his "permission" was crucial. I understood that his permission was the very basis of our relationship in such matters. Richard always demanded total control over my orgasms (when we together that is). But I enjoyed this curious situation a. Janet explained, Barbie isnt her real name, its actually Barbara. But once you become a pet, I think you need a simpler name, one that is more appropriate for a bimbo slut, dont you think? Tamaras shame came flooding back at being talked down to, even though she had been talked done to for the past half hour. I guess, she weakly agreed. So, starting now, you will be Tammi, with a I, Janet decided. Tamaras face burned with shame at the name change, yet she nodded, Yes, Mistress. Barbie returned. Which I can only assume is very uncomfortable. As time goes on, if the sensors aren't reset, they will begin sending more frequent and much, much more powerful signals to the ring. Oh, and if you attempt to remove the sensors or if you get too far away from the remote, which Kevin will have, then the ring will cut off circulation to your clit. As you can imagine - over a long period of time, that would be very bad."I was still dazed about the news of my tramp stamp, but I did manage to catch. I thanked him and started around the car , I saw the door closing . My wife and Thomas had walked in without waiting on me. I met up with them at the hostess desk. They where still arm in arm. The cute little hostess asked if she could help me. I knoded toward my wife and said I'm with them. She gave me a smile and Oh I see. There was a dance floor and Thomas danced four in a row with my wife. We where getting some looks from all the other dinners. I asked my wife if I could have the next.