Very satisfying for me to please my ex-wife like that, especially knowing I was about to fuck her hard, very hard with my roaring erection.As we moved...to the bedroom she deliberately flaunted her glorious forty-three inch ass for me. “That ass is so good, I love it,” I told her as I kissed both sides of it. I learnt shortly after I first met her that she loves being fucked from behind, something I love doing to her. This time was no exception as I gripped her ass cheeks and slid my rock hard. Anyway, everything I learned intrigued me all the more.” He looked at Dorothea, evidently expecting a response.“Go on.”“I know there are professionals out there, dominatrixes, but they won’t take a cop as a client for obvious reasons. Even in this part of the country, the BDSM clubs are very suspicious of cops.” He paused and gulped. “I wonder if you or someone you know could maybe…”Dorothea savored the sight of this brash, confident detective tongue-tied and embarrassed. “Spit it out, man.. Please lock the door and get naked dear. I first, want to spank you for your terrible mistakes."I took a deep breath and started to cry. I knew he was planning on using my body. He would humiliate me and make me do things that I probably wouldn’t want to do. I knew to save my job, I’d have to do these things.I walked over to the door and locked it. I pulled down his shades and walked in front of him. I unbuttoned my linen jacket and unbuttoned my silk blouse. I took them both off. I unzipped my. But now there was simply sorrow she had let herself stay so long in such an emotionally abusive situation. There was no blame. There was no guilt. She felt at peace with it all."No Master, " she whispered. "I no longer blame myself."He pulled her closer and held her tight, kissing her head. "The guilt has gone?" Yes." It was the truth. "I guess it's... um, I feel as if I don't need to judge myself now, Master. I feel like.... I know you will be my judge and if I am found wanting, you will.