"SLAP"Hell's that for?" I asked Carol."You address me as Madam or Mistress Carol and must ask permission to talk before you actually do so."Well I had...showered to be ready for my dom and was really looking forward to this, I had no idea what Mistress Carol would do. I went into the bedroom and saw her clothes laid out on the bed but she was already dressed in a black full slip, black patent stilettos and she was brandishing a whip, sometimes called a croup.Also on the bed were a pair of. . just maybe ... this was the only way to be sure that they'd never leave you for anyone else? ... hmmmm...If that were the case, why was I still feeling jealous and hurt? Why didn't I feel any better about what I'd done?Possibly because you allowed them to manipulate you into doing something you swore you'd never do.Why did I finally agree? Why hadn't I been willing to do it before now?Fear.Fear of what?Loss. Pain. Suffering.Carlie. I was afraid of having to go thru the agony I'd experienced. "I'm Robert Zane and I have an appointment," he answered crisply. "Can I assume you're Mr. McAlton?"The man offered a hand and Rob shook it, noting his grip was firm but not overpowering."That I am, but you can call me Archer for now. Mind if I call you Robby?" he asked."Rob, please. I outgrew Robby a while ago." He reflected it wasn't really all that long ago. His mind boggled at the changes since Halloween."Rob it is," Archer said, breaking into his woolgathering. "Why don't I show you the. ’ I raised her flip flopped foot above my upturned face, and started licking them clean with my tongue. Few licks and she slapped me with the other foot. ‘I am trying to watch some TV and you keep moving my leg. Hold my foot steady without moving and lick the soles.’ ‘I am sorry Ma’am’. Next hour or so I licked the soles of her flip flops. It was like a dream come true for me. I had licked the soles of each of her footwear so so many times – be it sandals, flip flops, shoe, mule, sl**pers – I.