When I can feel the moths in my craw attempting mutiny, when I can stand on the precipice of a gushing ravine leering over into the aqueous bosom belo...w, wondering just how deep it is and whether or not I’ll have my body lacerated from my scurrilous soul by some uncertain moral solid sentinelled in the sediment; and that is when I know I am experiencing life at the loftiest heights of my senses. To achieve these chimerical fascinations of dreams in desire a series of internal fantasies burgeon. . He punished me anyway -- object lessons, or whatever. The intent was to break me -- but I was already broken... I learned to link pain with pleasure; if it hurts, is scary, or humiliating, it's just another sensation to pile atop the others and enjoy. Sex went from being a tool I used to get things to something I craved, a gift I could give my Master to seek his approval. Master continued to push, looking for resistance, even to the point of causing me to fear for my life -- it didn't matter.. She was depressed because she was by herself and wanted someone to keep her company, I asked her if she was hungry and told her that I am a pretty good cook and if she would like for me to make dinner at her place. Vera was excited please do that would be great so I went to the market and got some supplies. By the time that I got back to Vera's apartment she had freshened up and she had put on a nice sexy dress, her breasts were cupped in such a way that I could not help but notice the size of. They were on the furniture, the floors, their clothes, and sometimes their car interior. Chris solution was to hire a cleaner to clean up all the stains every couple of days. Of course he had to modify the cleaner's mind to accept the cum stains as normal and not to reveal them to anybody. So Chris altered his wife so she would wear panties some days of the week to reduce the amount of cleaning required.The side effect was that Chris found himself turned on by the sight of his cum soaked into.