The voice at the other end was familiar. Unfortunately, so was the very perceptible edge of nastiness. "Hello, Dan. I just heard some interesting news..."Nina's ear was against mine so we could both hear the conversation. Her hand touched my thigh. I looked. She smiled."And what news would that be, Jen?" It seems as though you've acquired a wife, Dan." I pictured her face twisted in a sneer I was all too familiar with from the divorce. Her face was actually quite pleasant without the sneer, but. She is methodical, starting at top left, following the line the cane left, moving across my buttocks, then down the next, slowly sweeping, Her tongue seeking out the ridges with patience and care. I feel her nose across my bottom, touching me as She moves from welt to welt. My Mistress cares for me. This I know. She shows it in how we communicate when not in play. She shows it in how she pays attention to the things I want and love. She shows it by pushing me farther than I thought I could ever. I saw you up on the stage with everyone hanging on your every word, I was so proud. I wanted to jump up and tell everyone "That's my husband." Then it hit me; I don't really have the right to say that anymore. I went from elation to misery in an instant''Well I am still your husband unless you've divorced me without me knowing. You could you know; I've been gone long enough.''You know me better than that. I don't believe in divorce. Even if you divorce me I will still be your wife. We committed. Lady Eva had said he was to clean it up. She, also, mentioned that he was to call her Lady or Mistress only. He wondered if it would be easier to accept, if she was the stereotypical image of what he thought a Domme should be. His mind was reeling. He came here expecting a tall woman with black hair and white skin, all dressed in tight latex. She wasn’t remotely anything like that. Of average height and honey colored skin, she was innocently beautiful. Hell, he never even seen her take out a.