A servant took me to a room with a chair, desk, bed, dresser and a small toilet in a side-room. I was finally able to pee. It was awkward balancing on... one foot while holding a door jamb and trying to hit the damned hole, but I did a creditable job without pissing on myself. Much. Once I got back into the chair and figured out how to prop my leg up I felt a lot better. Since there was a light over the table I rolled over to it, then fished my day pack off the back of the wheelchair. I'd been. Her voice was so sweet and innocent. She looked up at me, her puffy, pink lips slightly parted."Um. Bed by 9. Emergency numbers are on the fridge. We'll be home around 11. We can drive you home." Alright! Thanks, Mr. Wilson! See you soon!"The k**s jumped up and hugged my leg. I shook them off and left in a hurry, hoping she couldn't see the bulge in my jeans.That night, Shelley ignored me as usual. But during intermission I convinced her to take a shot of bourbon with me and after that she was. Just like my fans say I do.You know what BDSM stands for don't you? Bondage Dominance etc... Well that's not entirely true. I don't write much about bondage. Never cared for the thing. Nope. Not that kind of a girl. No, I go more for the mental angle. Humiliation games, mental mind tricks. The thinking woman's porn. The kind that makes you wet without even touching yourself. Guess what? Its what my fans all tell me!So like I'm trying to say, I'm pretty good at writing humiliation stories. The. “ Or, “I bet all the men and boys could smell your succulent pussy unconfined with panties.” After each time she would do it I told him to tell her it drives him crazy with lust knowing other men want her and then to make love to her but start with licking her unfettered wet pussy.”The plan was working like a charm. Jim did as he was told and he and his wife were reaping the benefits. They were becoming closer and having more fun than either of them could remember. He and I both thought it was.