I did feel though that this would give us the time alone together to rebuild our love and our marriage.Unfortunately the vacation turned into a kind o... daily bickering war. Each of us would take pot shots at the other — cheap shots really — and while we didn't exactly fight we didn't achieve the reconciliation that I had hoped for.And now we were back and she was storming all through the house. She seemed restless — I had the feeling she had made some kind of decision but for some reason she. She had a right to her own opinions, didn’t she? (Well? Didn’t she?) And, I added, I happened to really like her new look. What’s more, I lied, our sex life was better than ever. Why did I say that? It was completely out of character for me to even mention our sex life, for one thing. And for another, our sex life was a source of total con- fusion to me. My wife had never, to my knowledge, anyway, had an orgasm, and she had steadfastly refused to discuss it, brushing the topic. May said, “Natalie, I am sorry, please tell me.”I didn’t let her finish. “Ms. May is it? You are a woman; do you get horny? Answer me! Do you get horny?” I stepped toward her again and she backed up. Natalie stepped between us. Nat put her hands on my chest, showing Ms. May she was protecting her. “I am a woman”, Ms. May said, “yes I get horny.” Natalie turned to face her. “May, I have always wanted to be with you.” As I watched, Natalie charmed May, “Natalie, I . .”, they kissed. I move. In fact, I ordered him to do me that way, just use plenty of lube. I might sometimes take devilish delight in those little humiliations, but I also reward him for putting up with them. I always find ways of being sweet to Jason, showing him how much I appreciate his decision to become my slave instead of my husband, how much happier I have been since he chose to surrender his freedom totally to me.“Oh, and he couldn’t cook for shit when he first became a slave, but now he’s almost a chef in his.