’ She said when she recovered I looked at her work discarded to the side all of it focused on the model that was in her hands, all slightly off some...ow. Accurate yes but something was lifeless about them. ‘Uh… dinners ready’ It was a good change of subject and we went and ate with the folks and we never discussed her painting at all during dinner.Once dinner was over Alana had disappeared back to her cave and I didn't, for once, feel like joining her. The next morning I was woken by my Father. That way my pants will come off easier.” They both giggle, and I sit down. They both each take a shoe, and untie them. They take them off, then my socks. I tell them they are doing good, and now undo my pants. I stand up, and Pammy again rubs my dick through my jeans. Rachel is first to unbuckle my belt, and Pammy takes over, unbuttoning my fly. I tell her to pull down both my pants and underwear. I wear. I felt my Mistress grab my braid and force my head all the way down on it, gagging me and heard a moan on the other side as this strange cock pushed into my throat and gagged me.. over the gagging noise I heard Mistress tell me "good girl, take him all the way in" She kept pushing me down gagging me on his cock as tear ran down my cheeks smearing my eyeliner as she did. I felt her hand release from my hair and heard her opening a condom. I was sucking eagerly on this cock as I anticipated her. " Then, the asking became demands?"I nodded. I could see where she was going with this."And then, in the last two years, despite your attempts to do everything she asked, she exhibited signs of dissatisfaction and even anger?" I get what you're suggesting, Doctor. All this developed because I let it happen." Well, that's the simplified version, but yes ... that's pretty much what's been happening. You became her servant, not her husband." So ... she lost respect for me?"She nodded. "Her.