Walking around in lingerie felt incredibly sexy. I’m a versatile lover, just as happy to dominate as I am to be dominated. There’s something so in...timate and sensual about expressing a submissive side, and I love the inherent trust that comes along with domination and submission. I do love the power of taking control and ordering someone around, but I equally love pleasuring my wife and helping her “de-stress” by letting her dominate me in the bedroom.With the chores done, I put on my dog collar. Felt like there was something wrong with the transmission too, like I ran out of fluid. Almost stalled out on the street in front of the mall. Drove through mall traffic with no lights and found a place to stop -- when the car just died. kerfucking-plunk.Sat in car, contemplating my next move. Car battery dead, no friend to call on cell phone, and no smart phone to get info for a tow or a taxi back home. Sitting in the drivers seat of a busy parking lot at a major shopping mall in Dallas. Freak. As I write this story she sits here strictly bound, plugged and with a hugepenis gag strapped tightly in her mouth, oh and did I mention the tube thatis attached to the gag through witch my golden nectar flows into her pig mouthand down her troth. Well enough about the present, her punishment and humiliationbegan when I caught her touching her clit without permission. I immediately Ordered her to strip and go to the bath shower and shave completely, andit had better be done flawlessly!!! Once. We’ve been married a long time, and sometimes we get away for hotel sex just to keep things interesting. After a hot, soapy shower we put on the hotel’s matching bathrobes and I led her into the room. We sat in the little couch facing the window and I opened a bottle of champagne. The curtains were open but it was a chilly fall day and the windows were steamed from our shower. I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, handing her one, and bent down to kiss her. We tasted the fizzy.