It doesn't matter if we longer talked, I pondered.I started getting restless after this incident was revealed to me and wanted to know everything. But...we longer talked and didn't want to call her up just to start a fight and ruin my chances of getting back together with her.But one day I got drunk and texted her to call me. To my surprise, she called back immediately and we started talking."Are you well" she asked. "Not bad, but I wanted to ask you something" I replied trembling."What is it?". When I am over her lap for a spanking, she likes to first her hand, but next she uses a hairbrush on me. There were three hairbrushes in the set and the largest one looked as big as a table tennis paddle. So I went into the store to examine them. When I walked into the store, there was a large display case of the brushes. All of them were very flat on one side and they were also made of oak. I wanted to test then so I took the medium sized one and I hit my hand with it many times. It did sting. A magician? This evening was going from bad to worse fast.For the next hour, the greasy guy went through a bunch of standard stagemagic. Card tricks, interlocking rings, dove tricks, hell, he eventhrough in a damn rabbit out of the hat bit. The only thing worse thanhaving to sit through it all, was watching his parents and the Merril'sphony "ooohs' and "aaahhhhs".After going through the last trick and bowing to the group's applause,Mr. Faust went into his big finish. "Thank you, Thank you, my. ”“You could just make me your sub,” she offered. “Then, if you tire of me, you can sell me.”Edward furrowed his brow, “You don’t understand, Angel, no one can ever own you or sell you as property ever again. I bought your freedom. Look, if you don’t want to be with me...”“I want to be with you,” she interrupted. “Very much so!”“Then, please, do so as my wife and as my submissive. I want an intelligent woman by my side who can enrich my life. But I also want a submissive little slut in my bed.