In my mind I was a failure as a wife and a failure as a mother – overall a failure as a women. The world became a pretty dark place for a time, and ... let it suck me in, drowning the darkness in a tide of red wine and gin and tonic. The divorce case dragged on, and with every passing day I became less and less interested in the outcome. Without my realising it things began to slowly move against me as Marcus’s crack legal team began to crank up the pressure, and my own lawyers struggled. Until our last Fantasy Weekend, being a dominant bitch was just not HER. Tonight, however, things would be even kinkier than last time. Chris decided to take it to a new level. She had made contact with a guy on the computer bulletin board, named Bryan that wanted to play the role of Master to both Chris and I. When Chris explained that she was not into playing submissive roles, he offered to come over and make love to her, while I was bound and helplessly forced to watch. That idea intrigued. I held my finger up about two feet from her face. ‘Watch my finger. As it gets closer to your nose your eyes will get tired and close. You will start to go into a trance.’ I very slowly moved my finger closer to her nose. The point was to force her to cross her eyes. That would make her eyes feel fatigued and they would close. Eventually her eyes did close. I continued to suggest that her limbs were limp. It seemed to me they were getting more limp. I had her take deep breaths and hold them.. My pain hummed in the background, a low constant buzz, as the warmness from my loins started to overwhelm my pain.Lucinda took her time, getting exactly what she wanted, exactly when she wanted it. Over and over we repeated this until I was dizzy with exhaustion, pain, tightness and lust. My pussy growled with anticipation as I lapped away at her rosebud. Finally she was done. She stepped back. I tried to reach her, but the whipping post held firm. My eyes glazed over, my world had shrunk from.