He was desperately anxious to once again experience, as a certainty, the belief that the whole world revolved around him, that his pleasure was what p...ople enjoyed striving to enhance. He had gone without that knowledge or conviction for far too many years."I hear what you're thinking, dude, and I'm all for anything that will help to put me back on top. If you have a better way to make it happen, or a quicker way, I'm willing to listen. Anything you come up with has to include having me getting. I feel you start to move away, praying that you have gone, my body tense from not knowing what is coming next.Suddenly I feel you standing over me and without warning I feel you roughly spank my ass... the noise shocks me but not as much as the sting to follow. I feel your breath on my ear as you slowly whisper to me "On your feet". My body goes into meltdown as I try to move my legs from underneath me pulling at the shackles attached to the ceiling with all my might. It seems like forever. The table sat alone, aside for some boxes. It was near a wall to take advantage of the electrical outlet near it. It looked like a examination table at a gynecologist's office. There were stirrups, but they had restaints on them to hold the legs in place. It also had adjustable arm restraints, a restraint for the waist and for the head. There were numerous drawers that I was sure contained all manner of delightful toys. Many other impliments hung from hooks all around it. I also saw that many. We didn't discuss it. I didn't cry or throw a tantrum or beg him not to leave me. It was not my place; I was a married woman, having an affair with a younger man. But, I was so fucking jealous I didn't think I could stand it.There had been one letter from Danny which began with two short paragraphs telling me how much he missed me. The diatribe, which I recognized word for word from a previous letter, ended abruptly. From there he described the devastation the fires had left and the futile.