And that frustration, she took out on Bob."I'm not afraid of you!" she yelled. The lie almost stuck in her throat, and the anger fled as she felt mise...able, instead."Uh oh," said Bob softly, looking past her."What?" she asked. Her body was full of anxious energy."We've attracted some attention from the boat."She started to turn around, but he stopped her. "Come here," he said, pushing the life ring to one side and sliding his arm through it."What?" she asked, confused, as he pulled her toward. I've got to go BYE ! she closed her door and started backing out of the garage. It was almost midnight when I heard her car pull in the garage, I went out to see if she needed any help. Just as she started to get out of the car I saw a truck pull into our driveway. The head lights of the truck lit up the garage so as my wife got out, her already to short of a skirt rode up her thigh and showed off a red garter strap. She stood up with that one garter clasp still in full view. I told her honey. Two other girls joined her and soon a pair of hands was massaging my nowwet scalp while another one was anointing my fingers with warm oil. Icould feel blood returning to my aching legs and my mind slipping off to adream-like haze."Any particular look you would like?" the lady who brought me in asked me."Hmm...?" I woke up, "Oh, I don't know." Daytime? Evening?" she persisted."Well it is getting dark..." I said, then simply purred as the handsmassaging my scalp had just found a new, even more. 'None of your business.' No punishment."She nodded. In a small voice, Pyx asked "Why are you being so mean to Vonda, Master?"I was taken aback. "I don't think of it as mean. I'd say I was being strict." I'm sorry!" But mean works too."I paused for a minute, deciding what tact to take. "When Vonda and I first met you, Pyx, I told her that I thought you were a natural submissive and masochist. And I was right."Do you know what 'submissive' means?"Pyx nodded. "One who submits to another." That's.