As I saw him extend his hand in front of me I knew I had to give up my keys. This was the moment when I could no longer make decision for the rest of ...he night...he was in control now. When we reached my house he made sure to enter behind me. As soon as we entered my bed room he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He told me to strip down to bra and panties because it was time for me to be punished for my bad behavior earlier in the night. He took off his shoes and shirt as I took off my. So yeah, most of the time I let her have her way, because as I said most of the time I just didn't give a fuck about the issue in question. If that makes me pussy whipped or hen pecked, so be it, but I didn't see it that way. Why put up a fight just for the sake of it?Fast forward three years. My car was once again in the shop and I was taking the bus over to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. I was sitting there making mental lists of our relatives and trying to decide what to get each. Emily, Grace and I quickly got naked (it doesn’t take long to take off a coat and shoes) and we all watched Daisy undress. “You’ll have to get rid of that.” Grace said, pointing to Daisy’s landing strip. Come on, we’ll take care of it for you.”Grace and Emily pulled Daisy to the sinks, lifted her up onto the worktop, spread her legs and opened one of the new individually packed razors that Darren provides and started getting rid of the hair.Poor Daisy just didn’t know what to say or do. She. I wondered about Your Holiness, but then I remembered that that honorific was reserved for the Pope: of that I was sure. So was it , your Eminence, your Reverence, or Reverend or simply Monsignor, or could one say Your Grace? I finally opted for Your Grace, as it had a nice ring about it, although I had not a clue if it was right or not. I finally arrived at the address, which turned out to be a rather imposing New York brownstone house, where I was let in by a female house keeper, who ushered.