He was a few years younger than I, about 35 and like me married. Scott was his name and we happened to be attending the same conference. We talked a...bout our jobs then our wives then we talked about sex. He was strictly into receiving pleasure and I was more into giving pleasure. He asked about anal sex and I said I do not do anal and have not done it; I prefer to blow and jack guys off. He was happy with that and we paid our bar tab. He told me to follow him to the bar bathroom; he chose a. I made her try on some of her new heels. Finally after an hour. "Put on the black bra, with the lace trim. The matching thong. The black garters and belt. The 4inch black stiletto pumps. Also open that little black box on your night stand." I said. She opened the box. "Oh Buck!" she said. It was a black leather choker for her neck. It had my initials "BK" on the front in gold. She put it around her neck. She had a big smile on her face as she looked in the mirror. I walked behind. Until that moment, I had not realized that she could remember what had happened while she was under my control. It had never dawned on me that I had left my "victims'" memories intact, recording the details of their actions.Other details crystallized. I had briefly wondered if Francine had been avoiding me at work but I had been too busy to pay attention. Kaitlyn had left noisily earlier that week. Was this backlash from the lowered inhibitions? When Lucy spoke frankly about her embarrassment,. I sat as close as I could to her. She looked at me with a “what are you doing” look on her face. “Yes?” she said. “Turnabout is fair play, you know? If you really want to hurt him, I’ve got the perfect idea.” I started rubbing her thigh, kind of squeezing it. “Anyone who would cheat on you is a damn idiot. He needs to pay. For what he did to me…” I moved in closer and pulled her hair to the side with my free hand, then kissed slowly up her neck to her ear lobe. “… and definitely for what he did.