You sip your drink and stare at your reflection in the bar mirror. You don't look so bad, you decide, lean featured and kind of dashing. Not bad for a... guy who just turned thirty one. On the other hand, you decide, your life is kind of a train wreck right now.You moved to San Francisco a year ago, taking a job as a contributing editor with a small but growing magazine. It was a good gig, and you were doing some fine writing, and even finding time to work on the novel you've been playing with for. The girl led her toward the center of the room and said,"Just relax and enjoy yourself. Trust me, you will remember this for the rest of your life."As the girl left, she pressed a button and closed the door.Julie was now alone, she felt nervous and wondered why she was so quick in accepting what her mother had setup for her. She closed her eyes, wondering how it would start. A warmth suddenly flooded her loins and her stiff nipples began to tingle.She flinched slightly when she felt the first. As she ate, the orange cat appeared, watching her silently. She went to speak to him, reaching out to let him smell her fingers. He stretched to rub his cheek against them and Helen rubbed his head. Unlike many of his fellows, he was clean and shiny and the sun had warmed his fur. She felt a connection begin between them and withdrew her hand. 'I can't, ' she thought, 'I can't dare trust you either.'She cleaned up and went downstairs again, now along the beach, walking briskly, now in the. It seemed like Ihadn't got a wife, Rita had got a slave.That night, after we had a sex session, she told me, "Neil, I think theroles in our relationship have reversed. I wear the pants in the familyso I only think it's fair that you wear the skirts."I looked at her flummoxed."Don't look so surprised. We both know how feminine and submissive youare. And you do look so pretty dressed up. So from now I want you to bethe wife and look pretty for me. And since you hardly go out of the houseor meet.