"The look of relief that passed across his face piqued my curiosity, but it was quickly replaced by a determined, closed expression I'd never seen on ...teven before. I realized I wasn't going to get any more information on the dream; not at that moment, anyway."What do you remember, Steven?" I pressed."I just remember waking up with you sort of ... well ... underneath me, I suppose. I wasn't sure how you got there, and I felt really out of control."His hands shaking visibly, he ran his fingers. By Friday, I'd informed everyone I thought necessary. Those that had the news would very likely, slowly and over time, tell others within my circle of friends and family, thus saving me a lot of phone calls and emotional angst. I only told those whom I knew I could trust with being honest and factual in relating what was going on and why.Earlier in the week, it took all the will power I could muster not to communicate with Gayle, whether through email or phone. But the time did seem to pass. "Actually, no, dear," said her husband apologetically. " Mr. Peters was clear that your panties had to be 'soiled', as in used by you while masturbating so they would smell of sex and be damp when they were stuffed into your mouth as a gag. Oh, and your hands are to be tied tight behind your back with a big blue ribbon ... blue is Paul's favourite colour." So, I'm to be gagged with my cum-drenched panties and hands tied behind my back and essentially naked." Not entirely naked as Mr. Peters. Pauline had sold Herman’s house – the memories it evoked, she said, were sometimes painful, so she was glad to make a new start – and by adding my savings and a mortgage to the pot, we had been able to buy the property. It was well-suited to our needs – remote with no immediate neighbours, plenty of space for the children to play in, and enough room to cope with the expected expansion of our family.The most significant event, as far as I was concerned was the decision we took that Pauline and I.