Then I remembered what I had been told when she had not seen me off the last time I left the island. I wondered if I should have sent word ahead for h...r to meet me. As I was trying to resolve in my mind whether it was better to make her wait and wonder or have her at the dock with false hope, Paul’s head popped up from the lower deck. ‘Are you ready for me, Sir?’ He asked as if he was coming to perform some benign shipboard task. ‘Yes, I was distracted by all the activity of the arrival,’ I. He kicks my cunt when the opposite team of all his favorite sports scores. I just kneel there and take it. I don't necessarily like the things he does to me but I am his collared and owned slave and I do it because it pleases me greatly when he is please. He is cruel to me at times. He hides me in the cage downstairs in his basement with only water and crackers and a litter box when people come over. He has one lover that he treasures. He knows I am a very jealous person. He love to. I remember right up to them pushing us into the bedroom. Then it gets fuzzy in my mind.”“I see parts of what happened in flashes. But they can’t be real. It doesn’t make sense.”“What do you see in these flashbacks?” asked my wife.“I see those men making you get undressed. I see them ogling your naked body.”“What else?”“I see them forcing Ricky to get undressed in front of you.”“Is that all?”“Yes ... no ... maybe?” I was very hesitant about sharing the next piece of information with my. "Helen, you make this out as easy.It's not some simple task. I mean, is all of this really necessary? Idon't understand how learning to please some man in the sack is going toimprove our marriage. How is my learning to play 'Up Periscope' with somestranger I'm supposed to sleep with going to strengthen ourrelationship?" He tugged at his bathing suit. The thin clingy lycraseemed to have a mind of its own.Frankie sat on the deck facing the lake outside their little bungalow inthe Hamptons,.