Our entry was spectacular; almost like two movie stars arriving at the Oscars for the Red Carpet. Several of my security staff were already in place, ...s well as our photographer, Mr. Rice, who had raced ahead to capture our arrival. We were photographed disembarking from the limo, standing in front of the hotel on the Red Carpet, and then after we reached the ballroom and checked in with the two couples handing admissions. They all gawked at Tori and how beautiful she was and how decked out in. Sex was a disaster too, that night. I came after ten seconds and then resisted all her wonderful trials to get me up again. I apologized, we slept. Well, she did, I suppose.The following days I played ostrich, my head burrowed deep into the earth. I proved a rather clumsy ostrich, though. After asking three times what the matter was (and getting just more bullshit in return) Belle retired into an awkward silence.Lucky thing was that we had the children, but when they were in bed I had no way to. One was a stocky, red haired nurse, whom I'd known as Nurse Foxley. The second was a very strange female doctor who had always dressed in black as a punk or goth type, whom I'd known as Dr Bradbury. She had short dyed hair that often changed colour, and a strange offhand way about her that always made me nervous. She was attractive, but in a strange way, with a sexiness that was hard and humourless. She clearly used to enjoy verbally subjugating me and playing mind games, using body language. She stripped as if her clothes belonged to the ground, letting them slide off her like they just didn't matter. I was envious of her beauty, but not of the position she was in at the moment. Or maybe I was beginning to be. This was all shockingly intense, but I could see from her hard nipples how aroused she was."I ordered you to shave your pussy before wearing your collar again. Get the chair."Janice brought in a sturdy wooden chair from my room and placed it in the center of the room. Charles.