I was a mother who had lost my touch with men. They did not seem to want me anymore. Then as the reader that I am I had stumbled across your stories. ...ithin the first paragraph I knew that what was written was powerful. I was thawed almost immediately, and actually quite wet by the end of your first story. By the time I had read all that you had created. I knew I needed to thank you. So I had arranged for us to meet. So that I could show you just how you made me feel. Back in my younger years. An alarm if I pissed. An alarm if I tried to get out of bed. A call button. We made each other stay in bed like that from 10pm till 7am. He slept in the other bedroom with a geri moniter (baby monitor for seniors). He would show up when I pressed the call button or an alarm went off. Even if I never called or wanted him. If I tried to roll over too much in my sleep or pissed in the night, he would come in and check if I was comfy and still well restrained. Then he usually mounted me and fucked. Shortly after he left, I did as well, and had a nice date with a cute guy. It wasn't going anywhere, but I liked to let slavey think otherwise. Slavey was required to go right back to bed as soon as he got home. Every Saturday he is required to report at 8am for maid duties. When he arrived, I was out on my way to yoga class, but I like to let him wonder if I went home with the date. I remotely let him in. By the door were clear instructions for him. 1. He was permitted to have his morning pee. ”“Mmmhmm. And do you have a sign?”“No. I don’t think so,” Wayne answered, trying to think if he had ever been told of such a symbol. “Judith said it was a kind of rune. I saw a bunch of symbols like this when I was doing some research, though.”“Tell me about your research.”Wayne told him the whole disastrous story of sleeping in class, his golden opportunity, and about his research paper and the fraudulent notes.“Yes. Fraud would be an academic way to put it. And your professor knew all about.