I actually recognized him. We went to school together, his name was Alex. I always thought he was kind of cute and sexy with his brown eyes and sort o...f emo haircut, but he was so shy back then. I didn't even think he was interested in me. But there he was, watching me in nothing but panties on. As I was thinking about it, I don't know if it was the heat or being watched but I felt my crotch get a little moist. But I knew how to find out, I disregarded him and kept working, letting him watch. I. I have four bedrooms, a large finished basement that is plenty big for both you and I."I knew I had trouble keeping up with the house alone, but I didn't want to be a burden on him, but his insistence finally won out.I don't know if it was I being alone, or me thinking how hard mom had it, that made me convince her to sell her home and live with me. Hell I had plenty of room, and even promised she could set up the basement as her own exercise room. She finally agreed, and over the weekend I. I wanted to speak to Shamita and make sure everything was cool, so I picked up the phone and called. She answered immediately and I said, “Shamita, it’s me…I just wanted to call and make sure there’s no major problem about what just happened.”Shamita was a little breathless, “No…no problem at all. Honest. I’m just on the other line.” In a flash I knew…as soon as I left Shamita got on the phone and called the chat line. I asked her if that was the case. She hesitated and admitted that she was,. Even if I wanted to, it's like a dream I always had, a longing to be dominated by a woman. It actually is happening.Lost in my thoughts she suddenly slaps me in the face. Realizing I took too much time to turn around. I looked at her a bit stunned.I wanted to speak, but my brain was still processing the shock of the dream that was coming true.I turn around. Behind me she puts the handcuff back onto my free wrist. She sure isn't taking any chances. I think to myself."Good." she says. "Now we can.