We had gradually shifted from a conventional boyfriend/girlfriend relationship into a full Mistress/Slave relationship.I'd now be be doing her househo...d chores, I was now her domestic slave to use and abuse, and I loved it. I love being her bitch obeying her every command. Then she said as we weren't in a sexual relationship I had no need for a dick because it was so small, that she decided to put me in chastity. A teenage boy giving up control of his dick to his Mistress, but I had no. She felt heartsick at the humiliation Jim must be going through, having to be fed by his wife while someone sat and watched the process. She tried to hold her robe closed at first, but it was no use. She couldn't hold the plate and feed the food to Jim and stay covered, too. He looked at her, and his eyes seemed dead. He made no protest against being fed, but he didn't seem to enjoy the meal, either. He just sat and ate what was given to him. From time to time Julie would hold the cup of coffee. ”“What do you mean?”“Like you’re a total catch, dad! Smart, hard working, kind, hard body. You know?!? What else do they need?”“You tell me and we’ll both know,” he laughed.“Well, if you were my man, I’d make sure I kept you.”“You’re funny.”“No, I’m serious,” Adrianna protested.“Well, just make sure when you do get with a guy, he deserves you. Make sure you tell him you’re dad’s a Marine too.”“You got it,” she giggled. “Hang on.” She looked at her cell phone and tapped the screen repeatedly.. "What bloody good is Turkish? I mean... I know you speak it, but you speak everything. But why teach Turkish?" I'd love to know what Fiona would make of the ablative," remarked Karen indulgently.It wasn't that long until Keith first got to meet Fiona. He was home, energised after a school football match where his pupils had totally slaughtered the opposition. He was on a real high. And the best thing to seal a perfect day would be an hour or so of sexual intimacy with his favourite woman. His.