His dominance is reserved for me and my submission is for him. Only. No one else gets that from me. No one else sees that side. Only him. I am his to ...ontrol and his to own. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub roles, the limits have expanded to our unique situation. I am married, but take my commands from my Dom. He decides when and how I fuck my husband. This morning, I reported the completion of my task in story form...for what I thought. " It's okay," Jon said, putting his hand on my arm. "I can go while Rich takes a shower and then I'll take mine when I get back."I agreed, suddenly excited at the thought of being in the house with Richie, my stomach flipping when it occurred to me that we would be alone and he would be naked, albeit in another room. But I was also feeling guilty over thinking that way. I handed Jon the grocery list and checked that he had his wallet."Okay," he said, turning to Richie. "I'm going to head out,. If I promise something, it happens; even if I promise it to a woman."The General quickly said, "Of course, of course."A nod to his head eunuch was enough to send him scurrying into the harem to bring out the older and fatter women who might be more to the taste of the Emir. Maryam and the other young girls were hurried away and she did not have time to hear any more of the conversation, though in fact it did not concern her at all.Early the next morning, long before the General or the Emir. . moaning in a way that I hadn't heard in a long while. It was pain and pleasure mixed! She was a virgin, I thought! I felt it go inside her and she gave out a gasp and grunt! and she fell onto me, and layed still. We were covered in her slippery pee, and sweat...it was amazing! She lay there for a minute to catch her breath, and then started to ride my cock very slowly, grinding her clit, as she explored the feelings she had never known. My cock was hard as concrete and ready to bust at any.