Rochelle and I had been married all of three daylight, married on Friday good afternoon and then spending Sat and William Ashley Sunday in manhattan at The plaza, eating at the best eating house and seeing two outstanding Broadway shows in the evenings. I would have liked to learn more meter off for a right honeymoon, but we had gotten married more quickly—her idea—than I had planned and I had two surgeries planned that could not be postponed. Both were heart graft and neither patient could be expected to inhabit more than a month without the life-saving procedures.

We had returned to my base in guts Point, one of capital of the Bahamas County's more exclusive communities. By sole in Long Island I really have in mind expensive. My household cost somewhat more than than a million dollars which I think was about average for the community. virtually of my neighbors with nestling send their kids to the Great neck opening public schools, reputedly as salutary as or better than the most exclusive secret school and probably just as expensive judging from my property taxes.

I had carried our suitcases into the bedroom and was a bit surprise when Rochelle had told me that she was going to relax in the sustenance way and would I bear in mind unpacking her bag. I admit to being a bit storm, but I recall thinking at the time that perhaps her venter was acting up or maybe she was getting her period. Either way it wasn't that big a deal so I did it willingly, joining her about half an hour later.

I was about to join her on the sofa when she told me she needed to utter with me although her actual words were"speak to me."I understood why a few minutes later when she told me to sit on the floor between her legs.

"Living here with you these retiring five months has been a actual learning experience for me, Michael. Do you call up about five weeks ago when schooltime was closed because of a big snowstorm ? You had to go to the hospital, but I was here all day alone."I thought for a moment before I did call back. I tend to crusade piddling matter like that out of my head because I have so many really authoritative things to intend of, like the tiniest contingent of a surgery. Contrary to pop opinion, no two surgical procedure are alike because no two patients are exactly alike—similar, maybe, but never identical. Those minor difference can stimulate a huge difference in how the actual surgical process is conducted.

"I was bored so I sat at your computer and I went online. My good, the thing I found there in your account. You really should have cleaned it out once in a while. internet site after site dealt with depicted object like distaff domination, male bondage, cuckolding, and virtue. At first, I was repulsed by the mentation of you being involved in those activities so I phoned Arianne. You know that she is my best friend. We talked about my discovery for More than an hour and we decided to get together at her house Saturday forenoon for more discussion. We both did a lot of enquiry on those topic during the week.

We both came up with the same ratiocination -- that I could have this oeuvre to my benefit."

I sat there silently -- interest in where she thought she was going to take it. I looked down, not because I was ashamed or embarrassed, but because I didn't want her to see the expressions on my typeface. I've been told that I am the humankind's worst salamander player because my facial expression shows my emotions entirely too clearly. That's also the reason why I never lie. I know I can't puff it off.

"Anyway, Michael, that's when I decided to go with the flow. It's completely acquit that you feel women are the superior sex and I agree completely with that concept. It's also clear that you believe that you are inferior to char, especially me. That's why our marriage ceremony and our relationship is going to call on in a sealed direction—my centering. You are going to realize your dream of total submission. I am taking over and you are going to do precisely as you are told. I don't want to spite you, but I'm sure I will have to especially while I am training you in your new role as my slave.

"I have enjoyed making making love with you, but that's going to be strictly rationed from now on. You expressed an interest in chastity and that's what you are going to get. You go to bed early and you sleep soundly so I have been able to measure your member respective times for a usance cock cage that I will put on you in a niggling while. I'm sure you'll find it quite tight and impossible to get an erection without feeling a lot of painful sensation. I believe it will be perfect for me—the double-dyed way to insure your stark compliance to my will. You will sustain to learn to satisfy me with your tongue on those even I'm not out with my lover."Now I was happy I was looking down. Had I been looking up at Rochelle she would certainly take in seen the expressions of shock and disgust on my face.

"We just got married Rochelle, and now you want someone else."

She laughed."I've always wanted someone else. I've been cheating on you throughout our entire relationship. I tried to hide it, but that's no longer essential. You've been my cuckold, a role you'll come to screw in the future. Initially, you'll just supporter to prepare me for my escort with Jonathan."

"Your principal ? You mean you've been fucking your principal all this meter ? Isn't he married ?"

"Yes, and yes ; he and I have been"fucking"as you so bluntly put it for almost a year. We used to do it in his office after everyone else was gone. All of those even meetings I had to attend he was doing me in the lactate's office. Now you know that you've been my cuckold all that time, but from now on you'll have an active role as my cuckold. I'll expect you to eat me out after my dates with Jonathan and once you've cleaned my ichor out completely, you'll be required to eat me to a few more orgasm. I won't forget about your penury, but they won't be addressed very often—maybe once every two or three weeks, but only if you are completely obedient. If you're not, well…use your imagination.

"Oh, yeah—there will be a few rules for you while you are at rest home. No dress, even outside. Our lawn is shielded from the neighbour by row after row of pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree so you won't be seen. Even though we have a housekeeper, you'll assist her with some of the more execrable tasks like cleaning the toilets. Don't worry -- I won't take any chances on damaging your hands. I'm not about to cripple my meal ticket. That's the independent reasonableness why I married you. You can start by getting nude right now. pick out off your clothes and pile them neatly under the table."

So far I had found this"conversation"to be extremely enlightening so I stood, removed my shirt, opened my belt and dropped my slack to the storey, my boxer following only a few seconds later. I'm usually extremely neat in my substance abuse so I folded my quagmire and placed them on top of my loafers with my belted ammunition and telephone on top. I finished by placing my socks into my shoes then I stood au naturel before the woman I had sworn to enjoy for skilful or worse just three days ago.

"Step closer, Michael."She dug through her purse, pulling a lip rouge from the bag. Opening the face, she pulled me closer by my cock which should have told her of my feelings. I was as flaccid as I've ever been. She drew a lineage horizontally about two inches below my navel and two more—one on each thigh—about six column inch below my privates."Go into the bathroom and rain shower. While you're in there I want you to shave everything between these lines—front and back. ejaculate back here when you are done and I'll attach your peter Cage to your body. Your chastity begins now and don't get any ideas of rubbing a quick one off in the shower. I plan on paddling you when you get back and it'll be a lot worse if I find your balls empty. Now go and I expect you to hurry."

"Shall I take my clothes and put them away…Ma'am."

"Yes, and it's a unspoiled thing that you were venerating. I will definitely penalize you from now on if you forget."I picked my wearing apparel and shoes up from the trading floor and trotted down the hallway toward the bedroom.

I was extremely meddling for almost an hour, but when I was done, I was more than meet with my effort. I strolled casually back to my Saint Bridget."What the ass ? Why are you dressed ? Oh, you are going to get it and good."

"I don't think so, Rochelle. You really should make discussed what you found on the computing device with me instead of that derisory adulteress, Arianne. How many times has she been divorced ? I can never recall. Is it two or three ? She's hardly a creditworthy resourcefulness for relationship advice. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would experience explained why I read those tarradiddle. The well fable closely mimics material spirit so I know that there are real men, if I can even call them that, who live as slave to their wives and are their cuckolds. I could not believe that any man could be so faint and so poor as to take on that from someone who is supposed to be their loving spouse. I find that kind of man disgusting and repulsive and I would never ever consider that kind of life story for myself.

"You didn't notice my new phone on my swath, did you ? I was playing around with it in the bedroom once I had the grip unpacked. I was trying out the transcription feature. The outset portion of your diatribe is on TV, the rest—the piece that came after I removed my clothes—is just the audio, but you came through loud and assoil. I've already sent that to my lawyer, Rob Snyder, who advises me that I have excellent grounds for an abrogation. If I divorced you, I'd have to split everything we own 50-50, but under an annulment I'd owe you nothing. All of your clothes and personal holding are in your car. I have to hold that I wasn't too measured doing it since I was in a genuine rush to be rid of you. I suggest you leave now and Rob will be in touch. He also plans to get hold of the Board of Education. He's indisputable they'll be very concern in your relationship with your principal. Don't be at all surprised if both of you are fired. I may even sue the school territorial dominion. Rob tells me that they have very stern policies about sexual family relationship between a supervisory program and a staff member.

"But before you go…."I picked up her purse and pulled her wallet and cay from its gaping maw. I had never seen any cleaning lady carry so much in such a huge purse. I removed her mention card and her tonality to the house. The circuit board were all on my news report so I had every right wing to them."I have already removed your garage doorway remote, Rochelle. Maybe you can stay with Arianne. You'll be unadulterated roommates."You're both idiotic losers. Now go and don't come back."I helped the scandalise woman -- the one I had hoped would be my partner through life-time -- and led her to the garage. I opened the room access for her and helped her into the car. She had driven the same beat up old Honda Civic ever since we had met more than two age ago. I had planned on buying her a new Lexus convertible security as a wedding ceremony talent, but not now—not ever.

I stood there in quiet as she slowly backed out of the garage and motor away. Now would descend the really unvoiced part—notifying my mother and babe. They had both loved Rochelle, but apparently, like me, they had never really known her. After closing the service department door, I walked back into the kitchen where I pulled a corona discharge from the refrigerator and reached for the sound.

There wasn't enough beer in the world to assist me through the adjacent half 60 minutes. Yet it had to be done and there was naught to be gained by waiting. I would hold liked to get roaring drunk, but I had two patient role'lives in my work force over the next three days. My rue and my rip would have to wait.

> > > > > >

I always go to bed early—by 9:00. Why ? Because I also have to get up early—at 4:30 -- for my campaign to Long Island Jewish Hospital in nearby Forest hill, pouf. It's a relatively soft commute, especially at 5:00 in the morning. I always stop at the same deli in timberland Hills because they make a big cup of smart orange juice along with a buttered roll for me every morning. I've known the owner Jacob for Sir Thomas More than ten years.

A countersign about LIJ as the hospital is often known—one does not receive to be Jewish to process there or to be treated. I was raised as a Catholic and, although there are a telephone number of Jewish MD on stave, the same can be said for virtually every hospital in the New York urban center metro area.

Heart surrogate surgical operation takes a recollective meter, starting with connecting the affected role to the heart-lung automobile, so I always start at 6:00 a.m. I'm well rested and I never drink coffee tree which can sham my hand-eye coordination. I'm 39 now and I've been doing this surgical process for more than ten days. I stopped drinking coffee while in medical shoal when I saw my hand shaking from the caffeine. I still remember the day I made that conclusion. Later that dawning once the caffeine had been passed from my organic structure my hand was as stiff as a rock'n'roll. Like most caffeine addict I went through withdrawal method, but I never drank a drop again.

I was in the prep room scrubbing down, having already changed from what I usually referred to as my"civilian clothes,"into my scrubs and what I laughingly referred to as my"do-rag."Most surgeons wear some form of cap to keep isolated hair away from an incision. That was also why I was always clean shaven. There was a new nurse on the team this break of day. I usually liked to work with the Lapp nurses because we were like a team in football or basketball game. The more we practiced together the practiced we would become.

I was about to speak with her when my"Number 2"—Dan Morrison—joined me at the sinkhole. We washed and scrubbed our hands and fingernails just the way we had when we were schoolmate in medical exam schooling at Johns Hopkins. I always knew that I could depend on Dan to keep back the humor light before surgery and to be completely competent and professional during."So, Mike—how's married life-time treating you ?"

"Not well, Dan ; I'm getting an annulment. We returned to the house yesterday afternoon and she pulled some jack about making me her chastise slave complete with a sozzled stainless steel peter Cage. She found some stuff I was reading online and drew the wrong conclusions. Rather than talk it over with me she went to her champion Arianne."

"Isn't that the one you've always said was a big slattern ?"

"Yeah, she's been divorced at least twice and both times it was because she was cheating. Even better, Rochelle told me that she's been fucking her star for close to a year."

"Too bad you don't have a recording of that."Dan stopped then and looked at the big grin on my face."Oh, dear God—you do receive it recorded. No marvel you're considering annulment."

"I'm not considering, Dan. I phoned my attorney Rob Snyder yesterday afternoon and sent the recording—part of it is video—and he told me he'd start on it this morning. I kicked her out and suggested she stay with her slut buddy."

"Too bad, Mike—I liked Rochelle…nice dead body, too."

"Yeah, I'll fille that, but like the saying goes—it's what's on the inside that counts. Know anything about the new nurse ?"

"Only what I've been told ; Mannheim had her last week and told me she was really sharp. Apparently, she was able to anticipate almost everything he did. It was only a hip replacement, but still that's pretty good."

"I'm going to escape Nan -- hopefully not too much. Too bad her husband got transferred. okeh, enough ; let's get the show on the road."I finished my hands at almost the Same time Dan finished his. We dried using the healthful towels and we allowed the nurses to rip the tunics over our hands. Marcie, my promontory nursemaid, checked the cap on my head, pulling it tightly down on my point. We gloved up and I backed through the door to the operating room.

Marv Cohen was already there talking to the patient and keeping him calm even as he prepped the anesthesia. I walked over to the patient role and asked,

"How are you this morning, Mr. Jameson, cook to get your new pith ?"

"I'm kinda nervous."

"That's graspable, but you can relax. We have a great squad here for you. I know that Dr. Cohen will be keeping you in tip-top shape the entire time."

"Any idea how farseeing it will choose ?"

"Typically, about eight minute, but I had a expectant nighttime's sleep and I do this at least twice a month although I have another scheduled for Wednesday. It's going to be a meddlesome week. okey, Marv."I stepped back to allow Marv to submit our patient unconscious. That gave me the opportunity to speak to my new nurse.

"Mary Catharine, I believe."

"Yes, Doctor Bellamy—it's a real honor to be able to aid you."

"It's a joy to have you with us. I've only heard safe affair about you. You'll be replacing Nan. Stay to my left and keep the tray of instruments on your other incline. Beth will reach you refilling as soon as you give one to me. That's how we've always worked and that's how we've always been successful. Beth will also wipe my brow if necessary. Sarah and Jane will be on the patient's former side along with Dr. Morrison."

Then I went into what I always called my surgeon musical mode. There was only me and the patient. Our non-sterile assistant put the CD of Swan Lake on the player and we began, first by opening the thorax, tying off the arteries and veins and connecting them to the heart-lung machine. That took more than than an hour although the actual changeover was done in endorsement. The squad worked well and Mary Catharine fit in well. Dan was right—she had a good common sense of anticipation. She had the right wing implement ready for me even before I called for it. Only three times had I corrected her. The procedure went exactly as I had hoped. I changed into a new clean set of scouring and went to do my darling share of this job—notifying the family.

I had a big grinning on my face when I entered the waiting room. Not only was Mrs Jameson there, but both daughters and their married man and their parish non-Christian priest who I had known for many years. Mrs. Jameson cried tears of joy when I gave her the news."It was a gross success. The procedure went exactly as planned. His spirit showed signs of extensive damage and the arteries were almost completely blocked which means that he was only a few workweek at most from another John Major infarct which in his stipulation would almost certainly have killed him. His new warmheartedness is completely healthy and the cardiac arteries are clear. He'll experience a long period of recovery, but if he follows Dr. Wenz's discussion plan he'll be fine for many eld. Just don't allow him to smoke—not even a 1 cigarette."

"I won't and God bless you, Dr. Bellamy."She hugged me then as did each of her daughters. Finally, I turned to the priest.

"Good afternoon, Monsignor ; long time no see."

"Yes, too many weeks since I last saw you. Did I record in the newspaper that you were married last Friday ?"

"Yes, you did. hail to my office when you're done here and I'll severalise you all about it. I shook hands with Msgr. Feigan and left. I was tired. Truth was that the operating theater had been one emergency after another. We had a job with the heart-lung simple machine and had to throw to the back-up. Then at the end we had trouble getting the new heart started. I'd had to shock it three metre before we had a regular sinus rhythm. It was an emotionally draining day.

I typically performed cardiac operation two or three clip a week. More than that became too draining both physically as well as emotionally. My fee for a surgery like the one I performed today would be billed at $ 80,000, but Medicare would chop it down to about $ 40,000 so a typical workweek would earn me about LXXX to a hundred thousand dollar mark. Unfortunately, it wasn't all profit. I had my contribution of the rent on our offices and salaries for the staff. I had three collaborator in addition to Dan and then, of course, was malpractice insurance. For a cardiac sawbones that government note came to more than three hundred thousand dollars a year.

I had been sued twice, but I had won both of those cases. In one the jury found for the plaintiff, but the decision was thrown out by the justice who agreed with my attorney that what I had done was strictly professional and competent. Sometimes citizenry die, although we always use the term"expire."It is regrettable, but sometimes there are other unanticipated complications. Just last week I had opened the patient's pectus only to close it immediately. He had severe lung cancer—Stage IV in my opinion—and protocol demanded that the affectionateness go to another patient. Telling his family had been hard. I always found those discussions essence wrenching.

I had been in the office that the infirmary provided for me about half an minute when Msgr. Feigan walked in. I had first come to know him when I was a mere child. My parents had a bungalow in Shoreham on the due north Shore of Long Island dating back to 1948. The closest Catholic Church at the sentence was about ten miles away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel service that was only used for Mass at ten o'clock on Sunday mornings. Father Feigan started saying Mass there when I was dozen. I liked him immediately. He was personable and he was the first non-Christian priest who led us in singing hymns.

I had watched his career advance as he was assigned to the Little Flower School in Wading River. Little peak is a residential schoolhouse for orphans. The nestling frequently come from trouble oneself homes—alcoholism, drug contumely, and child revilement were common experiences for many of these kids. I had no experiences like these Thomas Kyd, but Msgr. Feigan had done a good job of explaining them on a series of radio and TV messages. My first yr as a sawbones I had donated $ 1,000 to the school and every yr since then I'd given even more—enough that I was asked to get together the Board of manager. I accepted eagerly even though Wading River was almost fifty geographical mile from my dwelling. I always scheduled my day so I could end early when there was a card meeting.

Msgr. Feigan walked around the desk to hug me."You're looking well, Michael. I think married life agrees with you."

"You couldn't be to a greater extent wrong, John. I've already started invalidation proceedings. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the wrong conclusions. They were history about female supremacy and male slavery. Rather than lecture to me about them she spoke to her fornicatress protagonist who has been divorced at least twice. Bottom line—she wanted me to become her slave, keeping me chaste by virtue of a device that would lock my genitals away, so she could continue her illicit intimate human relationship with her principal.

"I was playing with my new phone and recorded our entire conversation—mostly a monolog of her programme to enslave me—and I phoned my attorney. He advised an annulment. There was no way I could live with her under those condition so I packed all of her clothes and personal effects into her car and threw her out. That was yesterday afternoon. I believe the papers were due to be filed in the judicature this afternoon."

"That's a shame, Michael. I liked Rochelle the one clock time we met."

"Yeah, she had a lot of potential, but her best friend is a wagon train crash when it comes to relationships with men. She has a foresightful history of cheating on young man and husbands—hardly the kind of person I'd want to be my wife's substantially friend."

"You mentioned a sexual relationship with her principal."

"Yeah, going on almost as hanker as we were together. According to Rochelle they had sexual relations in his bureau late in the good afternoon and in the eventide when she was supposedly attending confluence with parents, they used the hold's office. high-risk, he is married with two children."

"Should we talk about Jesus forgiving those who crucified him ?"

"No, that won't be necessary. It's not a matter of forgiveness, King John. It's a matter of caring. I just don't care. I can't afford all of the aroused get-up-and-go that would be required to hate. I have patients who need me to be at the top of my game. I just picked up another surgery—triple bypass—for Friday so I'll be extremely busy all week. I was hoping that being married would help me portion out with the stress and maybe it will, but not for a piece apparently."

"I really am sorry, Michael. I'll remember you in my prayers. Are you going to make next week's board meeting ? I hope so because we'll be talking about the new wellness kernel and your input will be important."

"I already have it in my calendar and I've blocked off the day. Any procedures I pick up will have to be on Tuesday or Thursday. Unfortunately, I have more than enough paperwork to handle. I usually take it home, but on Board nights I make time during the day."Msgr. Feigan rose and walked around the desk. Placing his hand on my heading he blessed me just as he had done hundred of times before. I rose and we hugged then he left. I knew he was a officious man, but to occur all the way into woods J. J. Hill from Wading River for an old parishioner was just incredible. On the other mitt, that was what made him so special.

Once I had finished the paperwork the hospital and Medicare required from me, I phoned Rob to see how the invalidation was progressing. He told me that he would register in the court tomorrow morning and would get Rochelle served later in the day. It was summer so she wouldn't be working. I gave him Arianne's address assuming that Rochelle was living there. I couldn't think of any other piazza where she would go. Her parents lived more than two hundred Swedish mile away and her sister was even farther, besides, I thought she'd want to be near her principal, especially now that she wouldn't be getting anything from me.

‘ What about the dealer, Jonathan Perkins, and the school board ?"

"They can be served any time you want, but I'm wondering if we shouldn't give Mrs Perkins a heads-up about the situation, you know…before the proverbial feces hit the fan."

That was just like Rob. As long as I had known him—all the way back to our entrant year at Harvard—I'd never heard him swear even once. Me ? That was another matter entirely. I had once cursed a nursemaid for life when she gave me the wrong implement. I mean—how much clearer could the term,"CLAMP"be ?

"I think that might be a good idea, Rob. Want me to do it ? I can come in late tomorrow forenoon. I'm pretty sure that he has to shape until the end of the month so I could wait down the mental block until he leaves. I am a vest political party in this affair so I think I can talk with her and I can share the telecasting and audio with her, too."

"Some of that could be a bit embarrassing to you ?"

"It could be, but I'm betting she'll aspect beyond that. If I can tell a family that their loved one has expired on the table, I think I can do this."We talked for a few more than minutes then I ended the telephone call and left the hospital, but not before passing the invoice info to the clerk in billing. Then it was the short thrust to my vacate home.

> > > > > >

I was up at my usual fourth dimension of 4:30 and since I had a lot of clip, I drove into woods pitcher's mound to the delicatessen for my orange juice and buttered cast. Jacob and I chatted for a while as he served a few other customers. Then I drove back eastward toward Great cervix where I exited and drove toward the Perkins household. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year party for the staff. Rochelle had brought me just a few weeks ago, I thought at the clip to indicate me off to her friends. I made a u-turn past the star sign and parked about 50 yards away facing the driveway.

I relaxed and took out my copy of the New York Times and began to read through. I usually spent about ten minutes skimming through the article, but today I knew that I had an hour or Thomas More. Thus, I was surprised when I saw Perkins run from the house with a distressed tone on his face. I had a revelation then ; Rochelle had sent him a text to say him that I knew. It was only a subject of time before he was exposed. Actually, it was going to be a lot less time than he thought.

He was speeding when he drove past me. I started the car and pulled into his private road, parking my BMW in the slur he had vacated. A few irregular later I had pushed the doorbell. The door was actually undecided and I could see through the sieve as Mrs. Perkins approached.

"Mrs. Perkins, I'm Dr. Michael Bellamy. We met a few week ago at the faculty party."

"Yes, I remember. You were with Rochelle. Didn't you get married recently ? I think Jonathan mentioned it last week."

"I'm sure he did and that's part of why I'm here. May I come in ? I have something I need to shew you."She opened the door and led me to the animation room."Umm, are your children nearby ?"

"They're next door with friends, using their pool."

"Good, I wouldn't want them to try or see what I have to show you. I'll tell you beforehand that your husband has been involved with Rochelle going back about a class. Please ticker and listen to a conversation she had with me Sunday afternoon."I started the recording, ignoring the feeling she gave me about the websites I had visited and Rochelle's remark about them. However, her eyes grew like saucers when Rochelle spoke about her affair.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Perkins. I doubt that you did anything to deserve this. I wanted to admonish you that my attorney will get through the Board of instruction later in the week. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex will be fired. You need to be intimate the truth. I'm just sorry I had to be the one to tell you."

"I am upset, but not terribly surprised. Jon had quite the reputation as a ladies'man when we were in college and this is the mo relationship I know of since we've been married, so I'm guesswork there have been more that he got away with. This is the final drinking straw so far as I'm concerned. He begged for forgiveness the stopping point time and swore on his female parent's tomb that he'd never stray again."

"I spoke to my lawyer yesterday afternoon and he'll be glad to stage you and put it onto my greenback. I can't see any cause why you should be penalized because of your husband's wrongdoing. Incidentally, he tore out of here like he was on the way to a fervor. I'm quite sure as shooting that Rochelle has gotten in touch with him so he knows that I know. I told Rochelle Sunday afternoon that she could expect to be fired, so…. Are you going to be okay ?"

"Yes, I can move back in with my parents. They love the kid and they have told me many times that Jon would stray again. I hate to have to admit that they were right."

I stood and passed her Rob's card then thanked her for her prison term and left. In many ways this was much spoiled than telling a menage that their loved one had expired. My patients were all seriously ill and last was just around the box. In this case the marriage seemed to be alive and well. It really was a shame, but I'd want to know if things were reversed.

> > > > > >

I drove to work, bucking the late commuter traffic, but arriving in plentitude of time for my pre-surgery meeting with the team. I reviewed the process for tomorrow's operating theater, concentrating on the patient's account and the possible job that might come up. I was pleased to see that Mary Catherine the Great was an active participant. All told the group meeting took an hour and we all stood and stretched before leaving the league elbow room."Mary Catherine, you're probably not mindful that we have a tradition of going out to lunch together the day before a process. We'd like to birth you fall in us if you're not scheduled for anything else."

"Thank you, Dr. Bellamy ; Beth told me about it after Monday. It was incredible watching you work, but may I please ask you to call me Kate. You probably know that Irish Catholics have a lot of daughter named ‘ Virgin Mary Something."There are three in my kin alone, me and two cousins—Patricia and Anne."

"I promise I will, Kate, but only if you call me Mike."

"Okay…Mike and thanks for your confidence."

"Don't be silly. You've earned it…and more. You're one of the o.k. OR nanny I've ever worked with."It was straight. Mary Catherine—Kate—was as shrill as a tack, often anticipating what I needed and having it usable even before I called for it. It wasn't long before she was an integral part of my team.

> > > > > >

I was working late on a Fri dark of a workweek that had been too long due to two pinch routine thanks to two multi-vehicle automobile accidents in two daylight. I had spent four long days in surgery this week. It had been a profitable workweek, but I was totally beat.

I had just finished my live Medicare material body when the authority threshold opened."Kate, what the perdition are you doing here so late ? You must have something undecomposed to do on a Friday Nox than hang out here in the hospital."

"You're here."

"Yeah, but not by pick. Those emergency procedure caused me to be late on this crap."I held up the completed form in disgust."I swear…I must waste half a day completing these damned shape every calendar week. Thank God I'm done."

"Great ! Got prison term to take a girl for a bite ?"

I smiled."I think I could cover quintuplet cat or McDonald's."

"If you eat that shit, you'll wind up needing a cardiac surgeon yourself. No…I think seafood is more in order."

Accepting her suggestion, I drove us to a big seafood snack bar where they knew me and always moved me to the principal of the ever-present line. We missed the six o'clock rush by more than an hour so we walked right in and took our bum, ordering iced tea before stepping up to the buffet. We started with cold boiled half-pint with spicy cocktail sauce, talking about our lives as we ate our way through the prawn, crab-stuffed mushrooms, and Phthirius pubis legs.

The discussion became personal when Kate told me that she had heard about my marriage ceremony turned bad."How are you handling the strain,"she asked.

"Not well ... at to the lowest degree, not as well as I would have if I was married."Kate merely nodded and we remained mostly mum through the rest of the repast. When I offered to return her to the hospital….

"No, thanks ; did I ever tell you that I minored in stress relief in nursing school ? Take me to your base and don't even think of saying no."I didn't say no that night and I never said no to her in the future either.

Eighteen calendar month later

I pushed the grocery cart out of the fund, following my very pregnant wife. Suddenly, I stopped with a lurch. Kate turned to ask,"What's the job, Michael ?"

"Sorry, but I just saw Rochelle…over there on the right in the nighttime red jacket."

"Excellent ! Let's go. I want a word with her."She strode off quickly with me struggling to keep up. We were about xv feet behind Rochelle when Kate called her name. Rochelle turned and looked up in confusedness until she saw me.

"We haven't met, Rochelle. I'm Kate, Michael's wife and I wanted to thank you sincerely for destroying your relationship with Michael. You could stimulate had everything you wanted had you handled things differently."I knew where this was headed, but remained silent as was reserve for my place.

"Michelle, come up here between us and stand next to the panel motortruck where only Rochelle and I will be capable to see you. Now, overlook your morass to your knees."

Obediently, I moved my hand to my provide side, working the release and pulling the slide fastener down."That's right, Rochelle—Michelle is wearing women's slacks and pump and that's not all."Kate pulled the front of my blouse up exposing my luminosity pink underbodice as my slacks fell. Beneath it you could just make out the synopsis of my dark pink bra and my little breasts. Rochelle's mouth fell as my lacey pink panties, matching garter belt, and black stockings became visible.

"And, there's more, Rochelle. mark off this out."She pulled my pantie down to establish the custom stainless-steel coop securely locked around my turncock and musket ball."Okay, Michelle—you can get dressed now."I pulled my quagmire up as Kate continued.

"You see, Rochelle—you were right on about Michael's reading all of those stories on-line. He identified very closely with those pathetically weak men. Your problem was that you rammed all of your demand down his throat at one time. It was a event of too much -- too soon, what we call sensory overload in the medical field of force. Michael is naturally submissive, but he was also terrified. He'll never be real slave textile. Slaves have no rights. There are some affair that Michael will never admit. I brought him along slowly, showing him that I loved him and that it was my love that was helping him to realize his dreams of blissful entry. That's why I will never rip off on him or expose him to homoeroticism by making him suck a lover's cock.

He wears that cage every day, but I love his cock so much that he rarely goes more than two days before I make him fuck me until I can't rack. I have conditioned him to lick me clean after we make love. Anything that comes out of his cock goes into his oral fissure and breadbasket. I have also trained him to take my urine. That's really commodious now that I'm pregnant. Yes, Rochelle—all of this was yours for the pickings, but now it's mine and I want to give thanks you. To designate my appreciation I've decided to distinguish my daughter Shelly. So, thank you again.

"I learned he was submissive our first dark together. What do men always want from us ?"

"To have it off us, of course."

"That's right, Rochelle, but I had to take the lead—undressing him and myself then actually pushing him onto the bed. I took the top, rubbing his spongy cock school principal into my wet slit before taking him deep into my core. He didn't last too long the first fourth dimension, but that was okay. Once we were done, I sidled up to straddle his face where I told him to eat me out—to clean me and to eat me to an sexual climax. We repeated that twice that Nox before falling deceased naked on top of the cover. I think Michael came three times that number one Nox, not even close to how many I had.

"The following morning, we showered and Michael shaved before we went back to bed. When I asked him what he wanted me to do, what do you think he said ?"

"He wanted a blowjob, of course."

"Not even close ; he wanted me to buck him off. A man who wants that is giving control condition of his orgasm to his better half. I had a rotation in psych when I was studying for my RN so I knew immediately that he was slavish. That's more rough-cut than you might think. Many high-octane executives—doctors, too—use submissiveness as a mean of controlling their stress.

"I did jerk him off, but then I made him bat my fingerbreadth clean. The following day I pulled him into the shower, telling him to kneel and unfold his mouth. ‘ I want to pee into your mouthpiece,'I told him. ‘ Try to swallow if you can. That's such a turn-on for me.'So, naturally, he did as I requested. Of course, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me three more times that day and twice at study in his office toilet on Monday. By the time he took me back to my flat to clean up some more clothes he was able to unsay all of it. Now all I have to do is slide my hips forward and he's on my cunt in a flash. He sits between my branch, kissing and licking my thigh unless I give permit to lick and blow my cunt. I must have ten or twelve orgasms a day, although my book for a day is seventeen. I think we'll try to break that this weekend.

"By the way, what happened with your teaching job ?"

"I was given a stately letter of reprimand and when the other teacher found out why every man on staff was after me. I finally succumbed to a young steward who was hung like a Equus caballus. Man, could he fuck ! But we never did anything in school. I was living with my ally Arianne then, but that wasn't a problem. He did both of us some nights. He had incredible stamina."

"What about your principal ?"

"He was fired. When I was questioned by the superintendent and the school district attorney, I told them that he pressured me into sex by threatening to give me bad reports so I'd be fired. That was only about three week before I met Michael. You probably know the rest."

"wellspring, I'm glad you still have a job. Me…I'm happily unemployed. Nice

coming together you and, thank you again."Kate turned then and pointed to her car. I turned our cart and followed her. I always followed her. That was my place—either between her legs or at her feet.

Kate had taken over every facet of my life former than my work. At habitation I only had one responsibility—to save her happy. She did everything else. My strain layer and my blood pressure dropped. She was strict, but fair, punishing me only when I did something stupid or sloppy or inconsiderate.

On those occasions she striped my bottom with my belt ammunition. Once my punishment was done, she put it behind her. She always applied a soothing lotion to my red fag as I lay across her lap. To designate my contrition I always slipped between her legs to either take her urine or get her crazy with orgasm after climax.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my animation was gross. I had a slap-up high-paying stead and a rewarding professional spirit. At home I had a beautiful sexy wife who loved me and showed it every day through her supremacy and control of me. I was putty in her hands and I wouldn't want it any other way .