ACT 2Dear reader, this is my marriage:We had been married for 15 years. He was as conventional as white bread, aFord pickup truck, and blue jeans, Lev...is or Wrangler. He was straight asan arrow. I was quite happy with that. I thought he was too. I was wrong.When my husband first approached me about his fetish, I didn't know whatto make of it."I want to dress up as a sissy French maid and clean the house everyweekend."Not once would I have ever expected this from him. It took me minutes toraise. " Tanya said.There was a pause as we absorbed this idea. Then we both said "Sure!" at once."I'll go get my sleeping bag.I paused for a moment, then took the plunge: "It's a pretty small tent. You might want to just share ours." You don't mind?" Of course not."Thanks!" She gave me a brief hug. "I'll go get ready for bed." Get some water jugs out of your car and put them in your tent," I advised her. "That'll keep it from blowing away in the night."After I'd brushed my teeth, I crawled inside the. Although i am not afraid of a punishment; i deserve if it is Your wish, i see now You will make love to me and the whip.You circle around my dancing body and soon You whip me all over my body. And indeed this, Your pure love, each hit, each blow is pure a love kiss. A love bite on my smooth skin; warm and shiny with sweat for Your love. i shiver under the overwhelming kisses, and instead of howling of agony as i am punished, i moan and groan from pure lust. Each bite, each hit thrills through. He said that I was the coolest chick that he had met in a long time, even if it was only online. We talked for months online slowly learning more about each other, which took a while since each of us did not trust people online with our personal information. Pictures took even longer to get. I was so happy six months later to finally put a face with those words that were being typed on the screen. About a year after we start talking he got a wonderful job with a Computer Programming Company.