She reallyplayed the temptress, dominatrix position well. Atleast I thought it was play. As time went on she mademe feel more and more less of the "on...e in control" andstarted ordering me to do things (like dressing myselfand doing some of the bondage before she wouldarrive).She would put me into some really tight bondage tiesand then go out. Sometimes she invited her girlfriendsover to pick her up to go out. This was scary andexciting at the same time, for I was always dressed upand tied up in. He kissed my wife goodnight and asked her to come to his apartment the next day morning when I was gone.Later when I was packing my bag for the trip, I asked my wife if she was going to pack a few clothes and towels for herself. To this, she said, “No darling, I am planning to move to his apartment all naked. And besides, do you think I will be needing any clothes at all?” I smiled and acknowledged her.The next morning when I was at the main door about to leave, my wife stood there in her robe. I poured the beer into her glass, in place of wine and winked at her jokingly for that. She just smiled at me lovingly.After dinner, I just moved the table inside the room and kept the chairs together a bit close to the railings and sat down to enjoy the chilling weather with a pint of beer each. We just sat there hugging each other side-ways for almost an hour. She was feeling cold.We moved into the room and I gave her one of my jackets for the cold. She took it, kept it on the sofa and said,. She was sounding a little more relaxed than in our recent conversations. “Have you been taking your pills?”“Like clockwork,” I said glancing at my watch. Damn. I was an hour late for this one. Well, I didn’t have any water, so it would have to wait till we were on the ground. I had another thought, though. “Riley, check around with some of your new friends from the condo and see if I should be expecting Angel’s boyfriend to show up. Can you do that?”“Can I? Come on Dag. Of course I can. But I.