I still marvel at this exceptionally beautiful woman. She makes my heart race anytime I am near here. And when we are naked, it quadruples in magnitud.... We did not have sex, but we did hold and caress each other until the water started turning cold.We were then packed and on our way home. She drove in front of me for the next 4 hours. We did talk on the phone a couple of times. The last time was just before my exit, which is a couple before hers. I called her and told her I would call her later. My ear burned and mind raced with possible scenes as she posed for the lens: hand cupping a pert breast, a close-up of an erect nipple, fingers in her mouth, or inside her slippery pussy. All captured, digitized and transmitted to her ecstatic boyfriend sitting at home, solid cock in hand, waiting impatiently for the next instalment. Maybe he was egging her on, or sexting what to do or photograph next, the technology bridging the distance until they could once again physically join in carnal. When Paul told me of the projected party at our home, there was no indication of what he had planned for me. I duly went through the routine of preparing for the party and we sent our daughter off to my mother for the weekend, happy in the expectation of a good time and a short relief from the demands of our young child The evening had started so ordinarily and the changes that had brought me to this surreal nightmare had been made in small incremental steps. It began with my husband Paul. I think they like the idea of it and talking about it, because it isn’t all that hard. But I get the interest and the erotic appeal of them. I have also been lucky enough to have been with two Dominants who used them creatively. (Three actually, but one I won’t go into more detail about, as She was a Woman whom I served briefly years ago.)The first guy I met while still in Washington and his main interest was discipline in the form of heavy belting and enemas. We met through a swinger magazine.