" She accented the "will." I backed to the door and closed myeyes. I listened to the sounds of a toilet lid, and the quiet slide ofnylon on nylon."Dam..., don't you hate it when your panties get stuck on a heel? I'd takethem off but the stupid strap buckle is so small it takes me forever torefasten it. Damn the panties are damp. I must have leaked a bit. It'snot my fault. I wanted to get here sooner. Fuck. No way am I going toput these nice panties down on this floor." I was puzzled. Why the. I'd eaten 'lunch' at 11:00 that morning, and not a thing since.I began to pack up, thinking of ways to improve my thesis as I placed the stack of print-outs and copies into my book-bag. I logged off of the campus network and stared at my notebook for a second longer. I realized that my notes cut off mid-thought. Gripping my pencil, I began to scribble some closing remarks.All of the sudden, a hand cramp forced me to drop my pencil. I'd been writing so much today and it seemed my wrist could. Well everyone except Madison and Noah ofcourse, they were still busy doing what they do.For the first time, the man in the brown suit looked directly at thebride and groom. They were dancing slowly and lovingly, clearly happy ontheir wedding day, and looking forward to their wedding night.The groom, Brad, looked around the room and saw the only people not onthe dancefloor were Madison, Noah, and a man in an eighties lookingbrown suit sitting in the back by himself. Brad looked back at hislovely. I feared speaking about it would jeopardize our marriage.It was these feelings of guilt and shame that caused my masturbation fantasies to turn to cuckolding fantasies and male chastity fantasies. For years, my porn folders on my computers were full of videos of men being humiliated. I dreamed of my wife taking charge, but she was so vanilla in real life we actually stopped having sex for a few months after I tried kissing her feet once. She thought it was gross and too kinky.So we lived in a.