.I raised my head, hungrily, eagerly, licking out again with my tongue, feeling for Mistress D. sweet cock that I so desperately needed to taste, to h...ve in my mouth, to make hard as she commanded.I felt Mistress D, push down into my wide open, ravenously hungry, mouth."That's it, you love that don't you, slave? I know you love being restrained down here in my dungeon while I am upstairs going about my business, ignoring you until I decide to use you. Your fate totally in my hands while you. I missed having my masturbation time. I don’t think it is bad or unnatural to masturbate, it’s fun and why should I not want to have fun? Sex with my wife was even more fun and I would rather have that but she didn’t want that. Why was she denying me this? I figured I would find out tomorrow night or even if she didn’t tell me why, I would be free one way or the other. I had some dread about tomorrow night because we could end up ultimately in divorce or both of us at least in emotional pain. It was all cold and calculated to break the man. Of an evening she would get dressed up and go out with her friends without him, calling extremely late and demanding he fetch her from wherever and regardless if he were in his bed or not. He was in no position to refuse and when a great job opportunity came up back in the USA, he jumped at it, it being hugely better paid and he seeing it as a chance to break the family cycle with his father-in-law. He offered to take her and the daughter to his. I lifted the suitcase up onto the bed and went to unzip it. Surprisingly, the combination lock wouldn’t open. I frowned and tried again, no joy. Slowly, horrifyingly the truth dawned on me, this was not my suitcase. I looked accusingly at the case, as if it were to blame. How on earth was I going to represent my region at the annual kick-off meeting without my business suit and makeup? I softly swore at myself for being quite so stupid. There was no time to go shopping as the meeting was.