I was kind of hoping that might impress her.I drove far into the Northern suburbs after dinner, arousing Alice's curiosity but saying nothing about ou... destination. When we finally pulled up in front of a drive-in hamburger joint, she just gave me a look that said, "OK, now what?"The waitresses were on roller skates at this place -- old-fashioned clamp-on skates -- and the decor was the late 1950's version of art deco. Never mind that Alice and I had grown up in the 1990s. Everybody recognized. Mm-hmm . . . okay, how much? . . . nope, no way . . . look, I want to sell it, not donate it . . . no, but send them a counter-offer of one-point-seven-five, and let’s see if they’re serious, or just kicking tires . . . no, I won’t drop that low . . . bottom line, like I told you last week, is still one-point-six. Anything less than that, and you can send it back . . . yeah, I understand that, but I’m not chasing all over the continent for stupid offers. That’s what you get the big roll of. Driving back home, I managed to lay flat enough, not to be seen. At the property we pulled in off the road as my husband climbed out I kicked out at him he untied the lead and pulled me by an ankle off the back of the truck, and I hit the ground, he grabbed the lead and pulled me to my feet. Instead of leading me into the house, he led me to an outbuilding opened a door and hooked the lead around a horse hook allowing me to sit upright on a hard floor my back against a wall.See you tomorrow; my. Hands steadied me as they forced me onto my knees. I didn’t need to hear what came next. I knelt forward, still on my knees, hand bound behind my back, and licked and kissed my husband’s boots, a wife’s sign of respect and worship, my arse wobbling in the air for all to see, a sign of my submission.They kept me helpless like this through the wedding feast, naked and symbolizing the wife’s obedience and reliance on her husband, there for all to see in the middle of the long trestle table set for.