The phone rang and I answered, it was my husband to say his plane had touched down, 'What are you doing', he asked me, a sharp keen edge to his voice,...'I am getting ready darling', I responded deliciously, genuinely excited by the prospect of what lay ahead.'Did you shave as he asked you to', I did not answer immediately, instead choosing to subject myself to another submissive surge of obedience, 'Yes Darling, everywhere', was my answer, meaning not just my pubis, but under my arms also,. He new things about our business that made us look like bumpkins. While being jealous of his accomplishments, I secretly watched him and his actions. I pleaded with Mr. Jenson to give me a chance to with the Melrose account. This was a prize account that every accounting firm in the state was after and my chance to prove I too was a "player". Mr. Jenson, probably in deference to my father, a boyhood friend, and the fact that we had little chance of landing this account, gave in to my request.. I cummed, went and cleaned myself and shared what I felt with her.My girlfriend kept listening and nodding occasionally.Finally, she said: “I always knew you were submissive. Now I want to know the extent of it.”I didn’t understand a word of it but nodded in agreement.She: I love you and will keep loving you. But I know me. I cannot be satisfied with ordinary gestures, flowers, and gifts. I need submission. Only then can I love you back.She: Would you be my slave?Me: Yes, if you will love. We weren’t alone on the back porch and I knew I needed to be careful as we continued to talk. Kate now casually sat back in her chair, and as she did she spread her legs a little more, almost deliberately letting her throw lay open, so I could see her red bikini bottoms. “My god,” I thought, as I quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Turning back to Kate, my gaze immediately dropped to her spread legs, hoping to see more. Quickly catching myself, I looked up, smiling. Looking at.