."! Lou' grabbed Lisa around the neck and slapped her face and hissed, "Fuckin' strumpet eh? Listen to me, church girl - I know how to enjoy myself - ...nlike you..." she then spat in Lisa's face which was inches from hers. Slap! Again she slapped Lisa! Lisa gasped and snarled, "...you're nothing...but a floozy...as far as...I'm concerned! A whore...who lets men...abuse her..." Lou again spat in Lisa's face, "Oh yeah? Well, Miss Goody Two Shoes, I love cock...it ain't bad is it"? Lisa whimpered. It was her fucking husband. The prick must have come home early from work and was about to walk in on his wife fucking another guy. Needless to say, Vic froze right where he sat. Who knew how big the guy was? He loved fucking Rosemary, but who wanted to get their ass kicked by a pissed off husband? Not him, baby! Vic didn't care how hot a fuck his wife was. If this guy was right in the next room, maybe it was time to make a quick exit. No it wasn't. It was much too late for that. The. I just wanted her to be as happy as she had been with Michael, but with me. Could this be possible?I decided to book a hotel to stay in Manchester city centre for the following Thursday so that it would be easy for Michael to meet up with me and we could spend as long as I felt was necessary. I knew of a good hotel I had stayed at before, so first thing the next day I booked a room. I sent a message to Michael to let him know, and at lunchtime he replied, thanking me for making it easy for him. Nothing really aches anymore, but still I can’t feel my arms. I avoid thinking about why this might be, but I have occasional flashes of clarity and horror, but I close my mind to them as quickly as I can.But there is something gnawing away at my mind. I’ve wondered about, thought about, fantasized about becoming a helpless 24/7/365 slave property for someone, perhaps even reduced to an object. It aroused me when I was a Domme fantasizing about doing it to other women, and it aroused me when I.