She was patient, and knew her time would come to lower those panties and get what delightful secrets were hidden inside soon enough.With her back to h...r guest, Athena demurely dropped her towel and quickly pulled on the T-shirt over her head. She was grateful that her clothes had been neatly put away by the staff. It would save her the trouble of doing so tomorrow.At the thought of tomorrow, and the fresh horrors it would bring, Athena froze. Try as she might to forget them, the terrible events. It was 3:15 when Jack stretched out in the daybed in the wheelhouse of his new ferry after checking on Digger to find him in his cabin in the arms of Megan, the tiny room smelling like a brothel or how Jack imagined a brothel might smell like. He called Cathy who answered sleepily. ‘Hi, it’s 3:15 and I’m Jack and thinking about you.’ ‘Why are you calling?’ ‘Tell me, is he asleep beside you?’ ‘Of course not. I don’t allow men to sleep with me. He’s in the next room.’ ‘I’m very pleased about. NOW!’ and the phone clicked in my ear. She did not sound like someone I wanted to annoy, especially in my current condition. So I hurried over and got the items and sat on the bed. Taking an ankle cuff, I pulled my leg up onto the bed and opened the cuff. I stared at it and my ankle for a few minutes then put it on. The leather was silky smooth and I enjoyed its touch as I buckled it. Feeling a bit of wetness growing I hiked up the bed so that I was leaning against the head board where I had so. I need to dominate a guy. The sort of guy who doesn’t mind being whipped into shape.”“I’m her cuckold. That’s the deal. I submit to her, not vice versa. I’m not ashamed to say it. Why should I be? I’m an adult, making a decision for me and what I need, just as you did when you left the closet and embraced your homosexuality. I do what my Mistress, Mistress Jessica, tells me. She loves me ... and I love her, too. It’s going to be a loving femdom marriage, I dare say, a wife-led marriage. I’m not.