I had been pushed over the edge. In my days of reflection came sick and twisted thoughts of what I could, would, do to exact my revenge. I wanted it b...dly. I wanted James and his wife to feel the pain that I was enduring. The emotional withdrawal and uncontrollable lust I could not satisfy. However sick it was, I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wanted to see him, them, squirm. I wanted to make him, them, suffer. I wanted to punish them. The thoughts alone seemed to satisfy, even please, me.. "Mmmm, my favorite flavor... 'sissy'!" We're both equally good at swallowing," I quipped, as I wiped her mouthwith a napkin."I'll drink to that." Margret downed what remained in her beer glass,then snapped her fingers at me and pointed. I scurried off to thekitchen, fetched another few beers, knelt at my wife's feet, carefullypoured one into her glass, then stood and curtsied."It's good to be the queen!" proclaimed a satisfied Margret. She tookanother sip, patted the cushion next to her, and I. She wears only a corset, her collar and her balletheels and she is there for the patrons of the club to fuck and torture.The extent of her world is those three feet of chain. I have been by tofuck her regularly in the four years she has been installed there andshe will never, ever get free. She will be kneeling, chained and inheels providing blowjobs, handjobs and an inviting ass to fuck for therest of her life. While imprisoned in my basement Stacey never knew about my permanentbitch, but he. The dog responded with a massive thrust and his knot disappeared into her."Fuck him! Make him cum in you!" the foreigner commanded.Cathy began thrusting backward to match the forward thrusts of the Lab. The intensity of both increased until, as the three watched, the dog thrusted and held while his semen spurted inside his bitch who emitted a gasping whine as she too, climaxed."As you can see, she cannot yet control her orgasms, but that will come with further training." Then you are pleased.