She smiled real big. She liked the sound of that, predictably. But I set some limits.“You like saying ‘no’, don’t you? No--oo--oo, this, no--o...-oo that,” I mocked. “I don’t like the sound of ‘no’. I’m too politically correct to deal with that. You want something from me, you better ask for it all nice and clear.”“Yes, ma’am.”I gave her a nice slap on the cheek, on the face. Okay, I’m not so politically correct, but we have to make allowances. Anyway, she did.“Yes, mistress,” she purred. She was. “I was thinking about the group thing” he suggested, quickly adding that he’d never share her, but had an interest in both watching and being watched. “Dogging?” she asked, more aware of the term than he. She’d, they’d, never explored their voyeuristic tendencies. She supposed it would do something for her, most things did. “Okay,” she said, and then they set about researching local venues, spots, where they might indulge. “Are you sure about this?” he asked as they pulled up at what was. She'd recently gotten a promotion at work to supervisor andliked the feeling of being in charge. Telling a subordinate what to doand having them rush off to do it gave her a feeling of power which sheenjoyed. The more she thought about it the more she realized it would befun to be in charge on the home front too.But how to get Tom to agree to this new arrangement?After some more thought and a bit of research on the internet, she cameup with an idea. Some of the websites she visited spoke of. The next morning he came downstairs into the shop. "Good morning Caelan," he said. "Good morning, Aristos. How did you sleep?" Caelan said. "Fitfully, I'm afraid. Your tale kept my mind wandering most of the night," he said. "Yes it is a woeful tale to be sure," Caelan said, looking down. "How does one get up to the castle? I should like to take a look at it, just for curiosities' sake," Aristos asked. "At the end of this street you will see a footpath. It is quite overgrown these days and may.