.. Thank you for the help, but I must be going now. “ I give a short wave as I press the hem of my skirt to my thigh and head to the door.Once openi...g the door I step into the hallway. Seems to be less traffic than there had been when I had first woken and stared at the moving shadows that danced under the door. I rub my hand across my neck, feeling that it is tender to the touch. I pull my hair to help conceal my neck. Feeling the heat along the skin. The tender pain ... It tries to trigger a. Once we seehow they work I'm sure we'll be getting a regular supply from them. Ifyou think you look good now, wait until these pills start makingchanges." she told me.On the ride home I sat looking out the window as she drove. Ever sinceI'd committed myself to her dominance she was the one who drove when wewere together. It was part of being a submissive and I accepted beingher bitch without question.My mind had bee in a cloud of lust for several days. She had kept mewound up but as I drove. "He said, "Shut up. Its my turn!" Don't be mad like that, I can..."He interrupted her with another slap and by saying, "Shut up bitch."She had turned her head sideways to try to look at him and he could see that as he said bitch her head jerked and tears came to her eyes, as if he had slapped her face. He had never called her that before during anytime in their marriage. In fact even in the worst of fights, and they had had some douses, he had never called her any type of name. She couldn't say. The string hangs like a limp clothesline between her breasts.Mark slaps her bare ass again. ?Now, my little slut, we get serious. John, lower her head.?John turns a crank on the pillory and the headboard lowers, pushing on the back of Ms. Baker’s neck, and causing her to bend at the waist even more. The headboard is lowered about 12 inches, which causes Ms. Baker’s ass to stick way up in the air. Mark slaps her ass again. ?Comfortable, Ms. Baker ???No,? replys Ms. Baker. ?Wrong answer.? .