I drink the last mouthful of vodka out of my glass, it heats my throat as it goes down. I grab the bottle and pour myself another glassful, this is dr...nk number four now, I take a sip as I blink furiously to keep the tears at bay. I'm so fucking mad at you. How could you do it to me? I trusted you and that's what you do to repay me. I know what's been going on with her. Its worse that your not even here to explain yourself but you know that I know, I left you a message so now I wait, I sit here. There wasn't much, as we had cleaned me out just two days prior. Here again, I stayed erect as I enjoyed the pleasure of the enema and the excitement of the unknown that awaited me. After I quit dribbling, I dried off, open the envelope and read her next instructions. They simply said, “Turn around and follow my arrows.”My mind was filled with thoughts of sex as I walked a slightly zigzag path. As I turned a corner to my right, I found a mirror and lipstick on the floor. The instructions said,. ‘Tell your husband you couldn’t resist it. I’m sure he’ll understand,’ said the voice. I’ve read about collaring slaves – romantic stories about women giving themselves totally to their husband, lover, master; and always it’s a high point in a relationship. Not for me, but then I wasn’t that kind of slave and compared to a piece of dirty string soaked in cunt juice, this was poetry. The cum on my face was dry now and flaking off in places. My tits were numb. One of the pictures was still. "What do you mean, what I think of you?" he asked"I do the laundry all the time. Do you think of me as a servant? Yourmaid?" I asked, rather loudly. "I do the cleaning, and cooking. What doyou do? I'll tell you what, I've set out the makings for dinner, youcan cook tonight!" I'm not hungry," he responded."I didn't ask if you were hungry. If you're not going to eat, I'll justask Rick over." I'm not the maid! I'm not cooking for him!" Oh? I think you had better. I wouldn't want to be in your.