“Buy a girl a drink?” I asked.“Maybe your husband should buy you one.” He pointed at my wedding band.“My husband isn’t here. This is my fr...e-night.”After thinking about what I said, he turned toward me and asked, “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a free night?”“Well, once a month I get one free night out. Tonight’s my night. It’s kind of like a hall pass of sorts,” I explained.“Well, that’s pretty magnanimous of your husband. Good luck to you. But why pick me?”I laughed and replied, “You serious? Are. I was so jealous.” She lets out a very brief, nervous, almost wheezing laugh.But you didn’t want to try it then?“No. The moment had passed. He was exhausted after he’d finished with his second woman, and we couldn’t wait until he was ready to go again, we had to go back to our hotel ... I’ve always regretted not taking the chance when I had it.”She sits and nods to herself, clearly thinking back to that moment – then smiles to camera, thinking forward to what’s about to happen. “But now it’s. "Don't worry Jane, if you are a good slave no one but us will ever see this. But if you are bad who knows where this tape may end up. Instead of going to lunch before I went home to change and get my camcorder. I hope you don't mind." "Angel, please don't do this." "Smack, Smack, Smack! First of all I am Mistress Angel, secondly I'll do anything I want, and thirdly slaves don't talk unless spoken to first. Now let's finish your fantasy." She had me crawl over to the bottom of the steps as she. I wanted to know… to genuinely know… could I break him? Is it even possible?Well…Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally… carefully… definitely broke him!After six weeks of daily edging, teasing, and denial, we started off “routinely” enough. We played and cuddled to warm up, then I tied his wrists to the headboard of our bed. He is hypersensitive and leaking almost constantly now, so I mounted him very slowly and carefully, avoiding any motion that might resemble a thrust. We kissed, and I.