.. I went to the back to change and I saw... I saw you. You were changing... and you had your back to the door, and... I quietly left and changed in t...he car.” She paused again. “Later that day I moved the mirror, over by the door, hoping that I'd be able to... see you... again.”I started to speak again “I l...” she, again, stopped me.“I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you... I just wanted to feel you hold me so badly...” and, with teary eyes, whispered “I'm so sorry.”There was another. After the 10 strokes I feltterrible- I went to rub my bottom but he pushed my hands away. ? No-you are toleave it alone. Now thank me nicely for your punishment>???????????? I sobbedand muttered ?Thank you, John.???????? ??????????? He said?What was that? A slave calling her Master by his first name? Oh no, we?ll havenone of that. You will call me ?Master? or sometimes ?Master John? but neverjust ?John. My wife, Brenda, you will address as Mistress. As a slave, youshould have known that, so to. .. I'll take any suggestions with anything better in the comments. [Status: Chapter Eight Released - 30/08/2022]Caffeinated Quickies: Honeyed Housewife (A Bimbo Bakery Short Story) - Mike comes home after receiving a big promotion to find his wife a very changed woman. A short, light, mildly silly story written for my amazing ByMeACoffee supporters featuring their own suggestions, kinks and story setting. It is a fun little break from my usual smutty themes, featuring a new Stepford twist.. Slowly he began to stroke it up, and down. Playing on my lust, teasing me. I leisurely stirred from my pose on the backseat, and began to crawl towards him on all fours, my pert arse, seductively swaying from side to side. He gave me a sexy smirk as continued to caress his throbbing pole. I slid my hand underneath his, and lovingly caressed the very thing that had just been deep inside me moments ago. Beads of sweat glistened on his tanned body, as began to caress his abs using my tongue. His.