Rules for the subs:As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules... and theseare the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control...takenfrom them. These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..Rule #1 You belong to me until you thank me for your next orgasm. Sayit, "Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my nextorgasm."Rule #2 I mark my subs. I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick andunblotted so you feel me every time you press your lips. When I got into the kitchen, I found Paulina and my mom chatting away by the kitchen counter. They seemed to be having a very animated conversation from the way the two kept laughing and smiling at each other. I figured they didn’t want to be disturbed so I headed out to the dining room instead. In the dining room was a bunch of women in tears seemingly crying their eyes out for the ill-fortune life had given them. Well, I didn’t need to be a part of that and decided to go to my room.Once I got. Our little routine was that when I got there, I would get undressed put on a nightie and get into bed . He would come into the bedroom as if I had been sleeping and wake me up. I had to get out of bed, undress and have a bath, he would dry me and dress me in the outfit I was going to wear. Undies would be little knickers maybe a vest then some socks, the rest could be school wear, dresses, skirts or swimming costumes. We would then sit and talk and act like father and daughter. I would sit on. She followed looking very pleased with herself. I was then made to undress and was tied once again to the bottom of the bed. Jac dissappeared to the bathroom, she came back a while later in my favourite maid outfit.She laid on the bed facing me, opened her legs revealing her very wet hairy pussy and began playing with herself. I was watching and becoming so aroused that the cock cage was digging into my swollen cock."You are a very naughty boy for enjoying watching your slutty wife," she kept.