She had been crazy to single herself out by staring him down. Where would that get her? In a collar, no doubt. She could see the edge of his great axe...suddenly in the sand not ten feet from where she stood, the edge moving in a circular motion. “To the bondmaid circle!” he barked out and his strong voice boomed across the room. Quickly the maidens around her ran, weeping to the circle in the sand to kneel in a quivering mass of flesh. She could feel the shift of eyes that suddenly bored upon. ” “Well, obviously, I wouldn’t be, would I? So can I have it done?” “But how are you going to hide all this metal from your mother? Or from your school?” “There must be a way. There must be. Asako has them. After all, body piercing and jewellery are quite fashionable now.” “Well,” I said, compromising as usual, “you find a way of stopping your mother and your school interfering, and I’ll pay for you to have it done.” “Including the little hammer tap-tap-tapping against my clit?” “Certainly. "That feels like a real man's cock to me. It's about the size of your father's hard dick, Mark." She leaned over me and put a hand on either side of the elastic band of my shorts. She put her fingers under the elastic, and I moved my ass off the bed to let her pull them down. She pulled them across my cock, and there was an audible slap as my cock jumped up and hit me in the belly. She pulled them all the way down to my ankles, and then off. "I want to suck your cock, Mark." Then she leaned. That really sent my self esteem through the clouds even if it was only until I returned home to the stark reality of me being nothing more than a pathetic figurehead of a husband and man, desperately trying to hold on to his wife and keep the marriage intact. As she got more swollen, Betty also became increasingly more dominant and arrogant when we were alone or at home and especially in the presence of Nick. She seemed to be constantly ordering me around and requiring me to wait on her.