’ Logan looked up to see an older woman waiting for an answer to her request. ‘Hello Miss Robbins. Have you met Logan McClure yet?’ Emma attemp...ed introductions. ‘Mr. McClure. You were saying about those journals?’ Miss Robbins went back to what interested her most. ‘I came across them by accident, and read some last night, to see if I could find any names. Why do you ask?’ Logan was confused. ‘My mother used to tell me stories about her grandmother Faleena and some lost journals. When I. She had even found a contract on line that basically signed my life away to her, allowing her to do as she wanted to me. Little did I know that would come back to bite me in the ass. My wife had tired of the games and had stopped, but I still had interests in it. I would go online and find stories and videos of men being submitted to different aspects of BDSM. I tried to keep it to myself, what I did not know was my wife was checking up on my web surfing. Having found out about my continued. Just last night he said, “You’re too emotional, relax slut” but those words alone were enough to send a fresh stream of tears down my cheeks. He knows me, inside and out, through and through, as if no time has passed between us and I ache to belong to him again. In my heart, I know that I never stopped belonging to him … that even in his absence, he was here with me. But I still long to proudly wear his steel again, to have that something that I can reach up and grab a hold of and be reminded. I promised them both that, even though she would not be available to them every day, all day, they would still have access to her, just like everyone else in the group.Keeping her home would allow the group as a whole to have better access to her. I would allow men to go by and visit her at the house. The amount of sex she was supplying went up.Then I ran into a guy that was looking for an executive secretary, well at least one that he could claim was a secretary. The man and I had some serious.