I went from angry husband to quavering jello- like submissive. I cringed, waiting for the verdict on my outburst. Stephanie's justice was always swift... and vicious. "I will not take that from you Paula! Get back to work. And don't you ever, and I mean ever, speak unless you are spoken too again. If you do, I'll make you greet the pizza boy in a dress and give him a big kiss. Do you understand me sissy?!" "Yes ma'am." I scurried back to the living room to finish my dusting, relieved that the. I didn't feel any shame or painanymore… I didn't have the right to feel any shame or pain… Iwas my king's slave and he never forced me to become that. I chose to becomethat. I always told him that I was very happy serving him. And in fact I was – thisis what I was good for, to lick my king's balls while he was fucking anotherwoman. When he was ready to come, my king pulled out of her and came in my mouththat was so readily available for him. I swallowed his cum, everything to thelast drop, I. One was about six inches long and an inch in diameter; the other one was four inches long and a bit narrower. In every other respect they were identical. The business end was bullet-nosed and the widest point in the shaft. From there is tapered gradually to a narrow waist at the base and finished with a saddle shape that looked like it would fit snugly against the vagina entrance. I recognised them as vaginal plugs. You slip them in, put your clothes back on and then go about your business. I. I have straight blonde hair that falls just a little below my shoulders. My figure's not too bad; in fact, except for 10 extra pounds I can't seem to shake, and a bit of sag in my breasts, I would be almost entirely satisfied with it. This time, I was the one who sighed, because I knew in my heart that I was losing the "Santa battle" with Kelly. I would probably never be able to persuade her to believe again; not even if I told her the truth about me, and why I believed in Santa. Why shouldn't.