Sultana then called me and asked me to drop my trousers. I was shocked and then she said, “Drop them down now” and I removed the trousers. She the... removed a cage from her bag and slipped it on my cock and locked it. She said, “No touching without my permission”. I was surprised but couldn’t say anything.Our marriage was scheduled after a few months.In that time period, Sultana made me even more submissive.Before the day of the marriage, they sent me new clothes and mehendi and other things. I. At least by then I could laugh about it.I carefully pulled down the stack of magazines and was surprised again, but not as much as when I had opened the bag. The magazines were about bondage, flogging, making furniture related to both and more. There were some soft covered books there, too. I wanted to go through them but forced myself to put them back. That's when I got the scare of my life.As I was putting them back up on the shelf, I nudged something causing it to clatter from the shelf onto. Jen tells me that her husband has left her. Although this appears to be a sudden move on his part, they have been drifting apart for some time. “He has got some French tart pregnant and says he is committed to marrying her,” she explains, continuing “that’s long-distance lorry drivers for you.” I feel some sorrow for her and say, “It must be very raw just now. Do you see any way that things might get back to normal?” “Honestly no,” she tells me, “I have already had a letter from his solicitor.”. Just being in proximity to the venue was starting to getmy heart pumping, and I felt an adrenaline rush. I knew I wouldn't beperforming tonight, but that didn't mean that I couldn't be excited.The bus continued up the small road until we reached an area where I sawthe other busses and the tractor-trailers that made up my tour convoy.There was also a small group of people gathered around. Some of them wereholding up signs as Eddie, my driver, pulled the bus into a prominentparking space, which.