Or at least that is what I think I understood from the last note that he sent Mistress Marissa. I just asked Mistress Marissa about the note that she ...hared with us, regarding what Master Will is doing since he fell down the rabbit hole (actually it is according to him, an artificial wormhole) into the Red Queen's domain, she said that Master Will says that they need to explore the event horizon for the 'gate' that they managed to go through. Apparently they can 'hear' a navigation beacon or. She timidly reached over and grasped it and gave it a nice squeeze. She told me later that she didnt know what came over her but when she saw my prick standing so proud with the foreskin rolled back exposing my shiny cockhead with the skin stretched tight she had an overwhelming desire to touch it. And who was I to complain? I asked her if she would stroke it for me and she started to move her hand up and down the length of my now rock hard prick. We were so caught up in what we were doing that. ? Ted looked up at me with sad and hopeful eyes, he looked like a pathetic broken man.I said ?Continue.? He hesitated and looking down said ?Master, I know that you have probably lost a lot of respect for me and to be honest I have deserved every moment of it. I have been such an idiotic fool during our marriage and now all I have left is whatever you let me have.? He looked up at me and said ?You probably think I am crazy but even after tonight feeling what it is like to be a slave, I want to. We agreed to meet at the second story restaurant overlooking the beach we both frequent. I drove the six miles back to my parents house in a fit of excitement and trepidation. I had enough time for a long bath. I fought the urge to masturbate so as to avoid awakening those senses. I was determined to keep my inner slut in check, to stay on the wagon of my sexual sobriety. I hadn’t carried a selection of nice clothing with me on my impromptu trip to Florida, but I did have a basic conservative.