You walked out the doors wearing a pseudo conservative skirt and white blouse with those black pumps I like so much. Your bra was clearly visible thro...gh the material and just watching you sway toward me sent tingles through my stomach and into my groin.You notice my car and smiling, head towards me. I open the side passenger window and tell you to get in the backseat. You look at me quizzically, but I tell you to just do it, now.You oblige and get in, closing the door behind you. I tell you. "When we married, it was like you thought youowned me. You halted my pilot training, ordered me not to cut my hairand banned me from wearing anything other than skirts or dresses. Evenin Winter! Well!" Her voice was hoarse now with pure hatred. "Look whowears the trousers in our relationship now!"Embarrassed by the reminder, Skye instinctively fiddled with the hem ofher latex mini-dress. There was no doubt who was the power-dresser ofthe couple now. If clothes maketh the man then they also. I was facing the wall, but he blindfolded me with one of my silk scarves anyway, just to be sure that I couldn't see the strokes coming. I could hear them, though, and that was just as bad, if not worse than seeing them. He did not hit me too hard but every blow stung. He worked very slowly, pausing for a long, long time between each blow, giving me time to feel the pain of each lash build then begin to fade. He knew that I was terrified waiting in anticipation of the next whistle of the lashes. Even if that meant walking into the only unoccupied ladies-room that said it was out of service. Not that it really did matter since you wouldn't use anything in it anyway and the lock seemed to work.You checked the floor and it was pretty dirty but at least you couldn't see any pieces of glass on it so you took of your shoes and you noticed that it sounded like someone walked into the mens room next door to the ladies room you were in."Strange" you thought. "That bathroom was out of order as.