Nevertheless, she managed to keep her wrists crossed above her head like a proper slave, rather than presumptuously wrapping her arms around him. It w...as unlike anything she had ever experienced with her past lovers. They were too gentle, too weak. They did not ravish her, use her, make her feel like a toy in their strong arms. This man was more than a lover, he was a Master; her Master. She could feel the upwelling of feeling begin inside her again, rising and rising as her pussy tensed,. Or maybe I just didn't notice when 50-year-old fat guys and their wives were present for virtually every home game we played.Once, late in May, we had a rare doubleheader, and between games, after my shower, there was a small segment of time where I wasn't expected to be anywhere else. I showed up back on the playing field earlier than necessary and made a beeline for the girls' third-base box."Hi," I began, making my "Hi" a generic one, directed at the entire four-girl group. Four sets of eyes. Having this man sit and watch as I had reached fulfillment earlier had been an incredible turn-on, and I had also been more aware of my own body as he had watched me give his friend a blow job afterwards. I nod my head and then slowly remove my shorts. To my fellow cabin mate’s surprise, underneath, I am wearing a micro thong. I watch as both of them reach down to do some adjusting and smile to myself. The feeling of power I was feeling at having turned on both of these men was amazing and. ? ?Honey, you know I am not making a deal with you here,? she said forcibly. ?You damn well will if you want me to remain your husband.? His response shocked her. ?Are you threatening me, Tim?? ?Never, but I must point this out to you, here and now. The minute you feel like she is getting to you. I want you to stop. Will you do this for me? Please, honey, do it for me?? His voice became soft, almost like a begging whisper. ?Okay, sweetie, I can tell you are afraid for.