"I took a pair of your white briefs into my room and undressed completely and put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror and masturbated, I thought...of you wearing them as I ejaculate, I didn't get anything on your knickers honestly". He put his head back in his hands and again sobbed quietly. She looked at him and spoke quietly, telling him he was naughty, that she would whip his bottom, that she would always whip him or thrash him when he had done wrong, that he should look up to women not. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening after six years of colorless marriage. After six years of vicariously living through the lives of characters in steamy romance novels. And now I myself was a character in a story, a play actor, assuming the personality of someone very different than myself.Every muscle in my body was taut with stage fright. My hands made a final check, smoothing the wrinkles from the frilly corset then venturing down to caress myself through yellow lace panties. I. "Yea, and we'll pay you for it.", she answered quickly."How much?", now I was interested."$1000 for the episode", she replied.Now I was really interested. "Details?", I asked."OK", now she was getting excited. Her green eyes burned with interest as she spoke. "We record on Thursday evenings. You will have to be nude on camera, but your face will be obscured at all times. So what do you think?"My mind swam with her proposal. A thousand dollars to get naked on camera in front of at least. She looked very "Jewish" to pardon the expression. She weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds and LOVED to have her stomach rubbed. That was our life. We lived in a big mansion in Atlanta but we frequently traveled. When we drove around the city we usually took the Rolls-Royce but Mistress had about twenty other cars depending on the case. There was a pool outside the mansion that we could walk out to and swim and an indoor pool when it was cold. We loved to wear skimpy bikinis to show our.