Over the years, I’ve come up with a regime that has proved extremely effective. If followed on a slave, I promise wonderful results. Slave is a keyw...ord here. This guide is for those wishing to create a full-time toilet slave with no other purpose in life other than serving you during your most personal moments. A true slave is a wonderful and difficult thing to find these days. Many who claim to be them either do not truly know what they are claiming to be or quickly change their mind when they. My hands were still shaking as I examined the envelope. There was not any writing on it at all. My hands shook as I carefully opened it. I pulled the small card from the envelope and something resembling a business card fell out. Picking it up I saw that it was a motel key card. It was a low budget one at that. Opening the card it simply said; ?Room 219. 8PM Friday my darling.? At the bottom was the scrawled signature, Miss Alicia. I knew emailing her would do no good, as she never returned. "I laughed richly at her fine print. I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling."Alright. It's naughty, though." Okay," she said expectantly."Hearing about you with these other guys is a bit of a turn-on."Megan looked at me, a questioning smile growing across her face."A turn-on? You like hearing about me with other guys?"I turned back to her. "Yeah. I mean, they happened in the past, before I knew you. But it's a bit exciting." Why?" I don't know, just picturing you with them is..."Megan. We’re just getting started, though, man! This is your new life, one where you can have my wife at the drop of a hat, just as I can.“You know, this woman has never refused me sex, not once in twenty years? Is that amazing or what? Hell, sometimes, she almost rapes me! The first time that I got caught cheating on her, I was prepared to go to the sofa and accept a sexless penalty phase, like many of my buddies, but what did she do? She followed me to the sofa and all but forced me to fuck her.