They are our closest living relative, so it is only natural that in most ways deep inside we are similar.”I smiled and leaned my head up to kiss her...softly. “Becky, how do you see me, honestly? As a soft, weak ‘pussy whipped’ guy that can be bent to do whatever you want, or as a strong, confidant guy that does what he wants?”I could see in her eyes she was confused. “OK, let me guess. You know what an ‘Alpha Male’ is, it is all over the place now. He is strong, self-confident, swaggering, he. "Suppose we aren't James Bond types. Suppose we just go to work every day and do our best to keep a roof over our family's head. Suppose the other guy fucking the wife takes her dancing and buys her flowers for no reason and fucks her to a dozen orgasms every time. Sure, the novelty will wear off and he'll move on. Still, it leaves us regular Joes looking and feeling like shit. That in itself is a good enough reason to get divorced." Wouldn't it be better if you did all those things for your. She faced me, arms to her side, her blouse open with the shirt tales pulled out a bit. ?Take off your blouse.? Karen pulled the shirt tales out of the skirt waistband, and undid the last couple of buttons. She unbuttoned her cuffs, and shrugged her shoulders back. The white blouse slid off her shoulders, down her arms. It floated to the floor behind her. ?The skirt.? She reached to her side, and fidgeted with a button, opening it. Then she slid the zipper down, and. . feels tight," she stammered. "Don't you think it needs to be stretched some more?"Of course, there was only one thing she knew she could say. "Yes Master, it needs to be stretched wider." A very low voice this time."Ok, stand up." I picked up the waist harness that I had brought over from my office, and began to strap it on her. It was just a set of straps that fit around her waist and upper thighs which were connected by other straps. It was an ordinary harness that could be bought in.