I went through all the clothes I wore. It was all edited like that, my pants a similar set of nothing in the pockets. “He spent so many edits on my ...lothing. He made sure I’d only wear what he’d modify. No watch. No other accessories but my wedding ring, which is already edited. I only did that yesterday!”“He must have seen you editing your wife’s ring,” said Anael.“Fuck,” I muttered, panic flitting through me.There had to be something I could edit. My clothing was no good, my wife and Imogene. I went home that day, thinking about Joanne and her landscaper. I was jealous. I was also intrigued. I called Joanne and asked her if I could come by her house and chat with her privately.“Sure,” she said, “But make it before one as I have to get the kids at three thirty.”I arrived at Joanne’s house right at one o’clock and she welcomed me into her kitchenette for our chat. I quickly disclosed how very erotic and sexually enticing I had found her story. I also told her that it had been a. SAY IT. You fucking own me. He cupped a huge tit and kissed her. Her ass bucked against him, milking him. I want your cum, baby. I want it so bad. You want my cum? he whispered. She rolled her tongue at him. Yes, Daddy. Please give it to me. Where do you want it, Lisa? Anywhere. Fuck that. TELL ME. He snatched her by the throat. WHERE. She glared at him and whispered: I want it DEEP. His grip loosened. You want me to cum in you? Fill my pussy, my love. She kissed his cheek softly. And pretend. . I don't even like yelling at my dog. As a matter of fact, dogs and all animals really love me … and they say if animals like you, you’re probably not a horrible person. So honestly, the idea of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting closer, showing affection, and giving and receiving love. It was never about dominance or power or control. That was about to change.Via email, the woman and I hit it off right away. Here’s one reason; she.