Martha was dressed nicely for work, so she wouldn't have to change out of her outfit. She looked like she had been reading the newspaper to wait for m...e to arrive. When she saw me, she put down the paper and turned off the news on the television, and looked around for her purse, wondering if she needed to take it with her to dinner, I suppose."Oh, sorry. Couldn't see you in there," I said, "Have a good day at work?" Why ... yes, I'm sure. But..." she stammered, as she looked at me expectantly.I. It was strong, fortunately not as strong as it had been at the party, but strong enough. One consolation was that the feeling of control over the lust was strong as well, and I deemed that I and not it was in control.When I climbed behind the wheel the smile on Clarity's face, as she ran her hand along the Ferrari's dashboard and said, "God! It's so beautiful!" obviously referring to the car, was as wide as the one worn by a kid in a candy store with a dollar bill clenched in his hand.Then. His desire fueled the sexual fire She had been fighting. She could see by the bulge in His jeans that He desired Her. ‘I…I had a dream,’ his voice deep with sexual tension, ‘about you and I, here.’ He didn’t have to say more, She knew what the dream was about, and She remembered Her dreams. It was almost like She was watching Herself and She heard herself saying, ‘I want you, right now.’ Her fingers were fumbling with Her buttons and clothes, stripping the layers. She was swaying to the. You tugged on the leash and ordered me to follow you.I began to stand up and you pushed me down. "No slave, tonight you area full slave, you will crawl" and with that you led me out of the bathroom. I crawled, with you pulling on my leash, into the living room. You orderedme to stop and I did. I remained on all fours and awaited your next command.As I waited I heard you moving about and rustling through my bag. "Sinceyou have not worn the lock as you were supposed to slave, tonight you.