Rochelle and I had been married all of three days, married on Friday afternoon and then spending Sabbatum and Lord's Day in Manhattan at The Plaza, eating at the considerably restaurant and seeing two prominent Great White Way shows in the evenings. I would have liked to pack more time off for a proper honeymoon, but we had gotten married more quickly—her idea—than I had planned and I had two operating theatre planned that could not be postponed. Both were heart graft and neither patient could be expected to live more than a month without the life-saving procedures.

We had returned to my home in Sands Point, one of Nassau County's more scoop communities. By exclusive in Long Island I really mean expensive. My abode cost somewhat more than a million dollars which I think was about average for the community. near of my neighbors with nipper send their youngster to the Great Neck public schools, reputedly as good as or better than the most exclusive common soldier school and probably just as expensive judging from my property taxes.

I had carried our suitcases into the bedroom and was a bit storm when Rochelle had told me that she was going to relax in the keep elbow room and would I mind unpacking her bag. I admit to being a bit surprised, but I recall thinking at the metre that perhaps her venter was acting up or maybe she was getting her period. Either way it wasn't that big a deal so I did it willingly, joining her about half an hr later.

I was about to join her on the couch when she told me she needed to speak with me although her actual word were"speak to me."I understood why a few minutes later when she told me to sit on the floor between her legs.

"livelihood here with you these past five calendar month has been a real learning experience for me, Michael. Do you recall about five week ago when shoal was closed because of a big snowstorm ? You had to go to the hospital, but I was here all day alone."I thought for a moment before I did remember. I tend to push little matter like that out of my head because I have so many really important thing to think of, like the tiniest point of a operating theater. reverse to popular opinion, no two surgeries are alike because no two affected role are exactly alike—similar, maybe, but never selfsame. Those little differences can make a huge conflict in how the actual surgical procedure is conducted.

"I was bored so I sat at your computer and I went online. My goodness, the thing I found there in your history. You really should ingest cleaned it out once in a while. situation after web site dealt with content like female mastery, male slavery, cuckolding, and chastity. At first, I was repulsed by the thought process of you being involved in those activity so I phoned Arianne. You know that she is my best friend. We talked about my discoveries for to a greater extent than an hour and we decided to get together at her planetary house Sabbatum morning for Thomas More discussion. We both did a lot of research on those subjects during the calendar week.

We both came up with the Same conclusion -- that I could do this work to my benefit."

I sat there silently -- matter to in where she thought she was going to accept it. I looked down, not because I was ashamed or embarrassed, but because I didn't want her to see the reflection on my face. I've been told that I am the humankind's worst poker player because my side appearance my emotions entirely too clearly. That's also the grounds why I never lie. I know I can't drag it off.

"Anyway, Michael, that's when I decided to go with the flow. It's completely realize that you feel cleaning lady are the superordinate sex and I agree completely with that concept. It's also earn that you believe that you are inferior to women, especially me. That's why our wedlock and our relationship is going to work in a sealed direction—my way. You are going to make your aspiration of total entry. I am taking over and you are going to do precisely as you are told. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm indisputable I will have to especially while I am training you in your new role as my slave.

"I have enjoyed making love with you, but that's going to be strictly rationed from now on. You expressed an interest in sexual morality and that's what you are going to get. You go to bed early and you sleep soundly so I have been able to measure your penis several times for a custom cock cage that I will put on you in a fiddling while. I'm sure you'll find it quite tight and impossible to get an erection without feeling a lot of bother. I believe it will be stark for me—the perfective tense way to ensure your complete meekness to my will. You will have to memorize to satisfy me with your tongue on those evenings I'm not out with my lover."Now I was happy I was looking down. Had I been looking up at Rochelle she would certainly have seen the expressions of shock and disgust on my face.

"We just got splice Rochelle, and now you want person else."

She laughed."I've always wanted someone else. I've been cheating on you throughout our entire relationship. I tried to hide it, but that's no longer requirement. You've been my cuckold, a office you'll come to hump in the future. Initially, you'll just help to prepare me for my dates with Jonathan."

"Your head ? You mean you've been fucking your head teacher all this time ? Isn't he married ?"

"Yes, and yes ; he and I have been"fucking"as you so bluntly put it for almost a year. We used to do it in his berth after everyone else was gone. All of those evening encounter I had to attend he was doing me in the nurse's office. Now you know that you've been my cuckold all that sentence, but from now on you'll have an active persona as my cuckold. I'll expect you to eat me out after my dates with Jonathan and once you've cleaned my Pansa out completely, you'll be required to eat me to a few more climax. I won't forget about your needs, but they won't be addressed very often—maybe once every two or three weeks, but only if you are completely obedient. If you're not, well…use your imagination.

"Oh, yeah—there will be a few rules for you while you are at home. No clothes, even outside. Our lawn is shielded from the neighbors by row after row of pine tree tree so you won't be seen. Even though we have a housekeeper, you'll assist her with some of the more execrable chore like cleaning the toilets. Don't worry -- I won't take any probability on damaging your hands. I'm not about to cripple my repast tag. That's the main ground why I married you. You can lead off by getting nude right now. admit off your clothes and pile them neatly under the table."

So far I had found this"conversation"to be extremely enlightening so I stood, removed my shirt, opened my belt and dropped my slacks to the floor, my boxers following only a few seconds later. I'm usually extremely neat in my wont so I folded my slacks and placed them on top of my loafers with my swath and phone on top. I finished by placing my air-sleeve into my shoes then I stood bare before the cleaning lady I had sworn to love for better or worse just three Day ago.

"whole step closer, Michael."She dug through her purse, pulling a lip rouge from the bag. Opening the example, she pulled me penny-pinching by my cock which should have told her of my notion. I was as soft as I've ever been. She drew a line horizontally about two in below my navel point and two more—one on each thigh—about six in below my crotch."Go into the john and shower. While you're in there I want you to shave everything between these lines—front and back. seminal fluid back here when you are done and I'll attach your cock John Milton Cage Jr. to your body. Your chastity begins now and don't get any approximation of rubbing a quick one off in the shower. I plan on paddling you when you get back and it'll be a lot worse if I find your glob empty-bellied. Now go and I expect you to hurry."

"Shall I take my clothes and put them away…Ma'am."

"Yes, and it's a salutary thing that you were respectful. I will definitely penalise you from now on if you forget."I picked my clothes and shoes up from the level and trotted down the hallway toward the bedroom.

I was extremely engaged for almost an hr, but when I was done, I was more than slaked with my efforts. I strolled casually back to my Saint Bridget."What the fuck ? Why are you dressed ? Oh, you are going to get it and good."

"I don't think so, Rochelle. You really should have discussed what you found on the computer with me instead of that idiotic fornicatress, Arianne. How many meter has she been divorced ? I can never remember. Is it two or three ? She's hardly a creditworthy imagination for relationship advice. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would feature explained why I read those stories. The best fiction closely mimicker material life so I know that there are really men, if I can even call them that, who live as slaves to their wife and are their cuckolds. I could not think that any man could be so weak and so pathetic as to accept that from somebody who is supposed to be their loving better half. I find that kind of man disgusting and repulsive and I would never ever conceive that kind of life for myself.

"You didn't notice my new telephone set on my bash, did you ? I was playing around with it in the chamber once I had the travelling bag unpacked. I was trying out the recording feature. The first persona of your diatribe is on TV, the rest—the part that came after I removed my clothes—is just the audio recording, but you came through loud and readable. I've already sent that to my attorney, Rob Snyder, who advises me that I have excellent ground for an invalidation. If I divorced you, I'd have to part everything we own 50-50, but under an annulment I'd owe you nil. All of your clothes and personal property are in your car. I have to admit that I wasn't too careful doing it since I was in a genuine rush to be rid of you. I suggest you leave now and Rob will be in touch. He also plans to get hold of the Board of Education. He's certain they'll be very occupy in your relationship with your principal. Don't be at all surprised if both of you are fired. I may even sue the school district. Rob tells me that they have very rigorous policies about sexual kinship between a supervisor and a staff member.

"But before you go…."I picked up her handbag and pulled her billfold and keys from its gaping maw. I had never seen any char carry so much in such a immense handbag. I removed her credit bill and her keys to the house. The cards were all on my accounts so I had every right to them."I have already removed your service department doorway remote control, Rochelle. Maybe you can stick with Arianne. You'll be perfect roommate."You're both crackbrained losers. Now go and don't come back."I helped the aghast woman -- the one I had hoped would be my mate through life -- and led her to the garage. I opened the door for her and helped her into the car. She had driven the like beat up old Honda Civic ever since we had met more than two years ago. I had planned on buying her a new Lexus convertible security as a hymeneals endowment, but not now—not ever.

I stood there in quiet as she slowly backed out of the service department and beat back away. Now would derive the really severely part—notifying my mother and baby. They had both loved Rochelle, but apparently, like me, they had never really known her. After closing the garage doorway, I walked back into the kitchen where I pulled a Corona from the refrigerator and reached for the telephone.

There wasn't enough beer in the humankind to help me through the next one-half time of day. Yet it had to be done and there was nothing to be gained by waiting. I would cause liked to get roaring drunk, but I had two patient'lives in my hands over the next three days. My sorrow and my tears would have to wait.

> > > > > >

I always go to bed early—by 9:00. Why ? Because I also have to get up early—at 4:30 -- for my driveway to Long Island Jewish Hospital in nearby Forest Hill, fairy. It's a relatively light commute, especially at 5:00 in the morning. I always stop at the same food shop in timber Hills because they make a big cup of tonic orange juice along with a buttered roll for me every morning. I've known the owner Francois Jacob for more than ten years.

A Book about LIJ as the hospital is often known—one does not have to be Jewish to work there or to be treated. I was raised as a Catholic and, although there are a number of Jewish physicians on stave, the same can be said for virtually every hospital in the New York metropolis metro area.

Heart refilling surgery takes a long time, starting with connecting the patient to the heart-lung motorcar, so I always start at 6:00 a.m. I'm well rested and I never drink coffee which can impact my hand-eye coordination. I'm 39 now and I've been doing this surgery for Sir Thomas More than ten years. I stopped drinking coffee while in medical school day when I saw my hand shaking from the caffeine. I still commend the day I made that decision. Later that dawning once the caffein had been passed from my torso my mitt was as steady as a rock. Like near caffeine addict I went through withdrawal method, but I never drank a free fall again.

I was in the prep way scrubbing down, having already changed from what I usually referred to as my"civilian clothes,"into my surgical gown and what I laughingly referred to as my"do-rag."to the highest degree surgeons wear some sort of cap to keep stray hairs away from an incision. That was also why I was always clean shaven. There was a new nanny on the team this morning. I usually liked to mould with the Saami nurses because we were like a team in football or basketball game. The more we practiced together the estimable we would become.

I was about to speak with her when my"turn 2"—Dan Morrison—joined me at the sump. We washed and scrubbed our hands and fingernails just the way we had when we were classmates in checkup schoolhouse at lav Hopkins. I always knew that I could depend on Dan to keep the mood light before surgery and to be completely competent and professional during."So, Mike—how's married life treating you ?"

"Not well, Dan ; I'm getting an annulment. We returned to the house yesterday afternoon and she pulled some diddly-shit about making me her chastised hard worker concluded with a tight stainless steel cock batting cage. She found some clobber I was reading online and drew the untimely conclusions. Rather than talk it over with me she went to her friend Arianne."

"Isn't that the one you've always said was a big slut ?"

"Yeah, she's been divorced at to the lowest degree twice and both time it was because she was cheating. Even better, Rochelle told me that she's been fucking her head for close to a year."

"Too bad you don't have a recording of that."Dan stopped then and looked at the big grin on my face."Oh, dear God—you do consume it recorded. No curiosity you're considering annulment."

"I'm not considering, Dan. I phoned my attorney Rob Snyder yesterday afternoon and sent the recording—part of it is video—and he told me he'd starting signal on it this forenoon. I kicked her out and suggested she stay with her slut buddy."

"Too bad, Mike—I liked Rochelle…nice body, too."

"Yeah, I'll miss that, but like the saying goes—it's what's on the interior that counts. Know anything about the new nursemaid ?"

"Only what I've been told ; Mannheim had her last week and told me she was really sharp. Apparently, she was able to predict almost everything he did. It was only a hip replacement, but still that's pretty good."

"I'm going to miss Nan -- hopefully not too much. Too bad her husband got transferred. okey, enough ; let's get the show on the road."I finished my work force at almost the same time Dan finished his. We dried using the healthful towels and we allowed the nurses to pull the adventitia over our hired man. Marcie, my head nurse, checked the cap on my head, pulling it tightly down on my caput. We gloved up and I backed through the door to the operating room.

Marv Cohen was already there talking to the patient and keeping him calm even as he prepped the anaesthesia. I walked over to the patient and asked,

"How are you this sunup, Mr. Jameson, set up to get your new heart ?"

"I'm kinda nervous."

"That's understandable, but you can relax. We have a great team here for you. I know that Dr. Cohen will be keeping you in tip-top condition the intact time."

"Any idea how long it will occupy ?"

"Typically, about eight 60 minutes, but I had a big dark's sleep and I do this at to the lowest degree twice a month although I have another scheduled for Midweek. It's going to be a meddling calendar week. Okay, Marv."I stepped back to tolerate Marv to render our patient role unconscious. That gave me the chance to speak to my new nurse.

"Mary Catharine, I believe."

"Yes, Doctor Bellamy—it's a real pureness to be capable to assist you."

"It's a pleasance to have you with us. I've only heard soundly things about you. You'll be replacing Nan. arrest to my left and sustain the tray of instruments on your other side. Beth will give you substitute as soon as you give one to me. That's how we've always worked and that's how we've always been successful. Beth will also wipe my hilltop if requisite. Sarah and Jane will be on the patient's other side along with Dr. Morrison."

Then I went into what I always called my surgeon mood. There was only me and the patient. Our non-sterile assistant put the CD of Swan Lake on the player and we began, first by opening the chest, tying off the arteries and nervure and connecting them to the heart-lung political machine. That took More than an 60 minutes although the actual changeover was done in seconds. The team worked well and Mary Catharine fit in well. Dan was right—she had a in force horse sense of anticipation. She had the mightily implement ready for me even before I called for it. Only three meter had I corrected her. The subroutine went exactly as I had hoped. I changed into a new clean set of scouring and went to do my front-runner part of this job—notifying the family.

I had a big smile on my face when I entered the waiting room. Not only was Mrs. Jameson there, but both daughters and their husbands and their parish priest who I had known for many years. Mrs Jameson cried tears of joy when I gave her the intelligence."It was a complete winner. The procedure went exactly as planned. His marrow showed mark of extended damage and the arteries were almost completely blocked which means that he was only a few hebdomad at about from another Major infarction which in his condition would almost certainly have killed him. His new substance is completely healthy and the cardiac arterial blood vessel are straighten out. He'll consume a long period of recovery, but if he follows Dr. Wenz's treatment plan he'll be OK for many years. Just don't allow him to smoke—not even a one cigarette."

"I won't and God bless you, Dr. Bellamy."She hugged me then as did each of her daughters. Finally, I turned to the priest.

"Good afternoon, Monsignor ; long prison term no see."

"Yes, too many workweek since I finally saw you. Did I interpret in the paper that you were married last Fri ?"

"Yes, you did. make out to my office when you're done here and I'll tell you all about it. I shook handwriting with Msgr. Feigan and left. I was tired. Truth was that the surgery had been one emergency after another. We had a problem with the heart-lung political machine and had to switch to the back-up. Then at the end we had fuss getting the new nub started. I'd had to shock it three times before we had a regular venous sinus rhythm. It was an emotionally draining day.

I typically performed cardiac surgical operation two or three sentence a week. More than that became too draining both physically as well as emotionally. My fee for a surgical operation like the one I performed today would be billed at $ 80,000, but Medicare would chop it down to about $ 40,000 so a distinctive week would take in me about 80 to a hundred thousand dollar. Unfortunately, it wasn't all net profit. I had my share of the snag on our offices and remuneration for the staff. I had three partners in accession to Dan and then, of course, was malpractice insurance policy. For a cardiac surgeon that bill came to more than three hundred thousand dollars a yr.

I had been sued twice, but I had won both of those cases. In one the panel found for the plaintiff, but the decision was thrown out by the jurist who agreed with my attorney that what I had done was strictly professional and competent. Sometimes people die, although we always use the terminus"expire."It is regrettable, but sometimes there are other unforeseen complications. Just last hebdomad I had opened the patient's bureau only to close up it immediately. He had grave lung cancer—Stage IV in my opinion—and protocol demanded that the affectionateness go to another affected role. Telling his folk had been hard. I always found those discussions heart wrenching.

I had been in the office that the hospital provided for me about half an minute when Msgr. Feigan walked in. I had first come to know him when I was a mere shaver. My parents had a cottage in Shoreham on the compass north Shore of Long Island dating back to 1948. The nighest Catholic church building at the sentence was about ten miles away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel that was only used for plenty at ten o'clock on Sunday dawn. don Feigan started saying hatful there when I was twelve. I liked him immediately. He was personable and he was the first base priest who led us in singing hymns.

I had watched his career improvement as he was assigned to the Little peak School in Wading River. Little bloom is a residential school for orphans. The tike frequently come from troubled homes—alcoholism, drug abuse, and shaver abuse were vulgar experiences for many of these nestling. I had no experiences like these shaver, but Msgr. Feigan had done a trade good job of explaining them on a series of wireless and TV messages. My commencement year as a surgeon I had donated $ 1,000 to the schooltime and every year since then I'd given even more—enough that I was asked to join the Board of theatre director. I accepted eagerly even though Wading River was almost fifty statute mile from my home plate. I always scheduled my day so I could end early when there was a circuit card meeting.

Msgr. Feigan walked around the desk to hug me."You're looking well, Michael. I think married liveliness agrees with you."

"You couldn't be more haywire, John. I've already started abrogation proceeding. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the untimely end. They were stories about female supremacy and male slavery. Rather than talk to me about them she spoke to her slut friend who has been divorced at least twice. underside line—she wanted me to become her slave, keeping me chaste by moral excellence of a device that would lock in my genitals away, so she could bear on her outlawed sexual relationship with her principal.

"I was playing with my new phone and recorded our integral conversation—mostly a monolog of her programme to enslave me—and I phoned my attorney. He advised an revocation. There was no way I could hold out with her under those stipulation so I packed all of her clothes and personal effects into her car and threw her out. That was yesterday good afternoon. I believe the papers were due to be filed in the court of law this afternoon."

"That's a ignominy, Michael. I liked Rochelle the one meter we met."

"Yeah, she had a lot of voltage, but her best friend is a gearing wreck when it comes to relationships with men. She has a long history of cheating on boyfriends and husbands—hardly the kind of person I'd want to be my wife's best friend."

"You mentioned a intimate relationship with her principal."

"Yeah, going on almost as yearn as we were together. According to Rochelle they had intimate sexual congress in his part late in the afternoon and in the evening when she was supposedly attending get together with parents, they used the give suck's billet. regretful, he is married with two children."

"Should we talk about Jesus forgiving those who crucified him ?"

"No, that won't be necessary. It's not a matter of forgiveness, trick. It's a matter of caring. I just don't attention. I can't afford all of the emotional energy that would be required to hate. I have patient who need me to be at the top of my game. I just picked up another surgery—triple bypass—for Friday so I'll be extremely officious all week. I was hoping that being married would help me cope with the stress and maybe it will, but not for a while apparently."

"I really am sorry, Michael. I'll remember you in my prayers. Are you going to make side by side week's display board meeting ? I hope so because we'll be talking about the new health center and your input will be important."

"I already have it in my calendar and I've blocked off the day. Any procedure I pick up will throw to be on Tuesday or Thursday. Unfortunately, I have more than enough paperwork to address. I usually take it menage, but on Board nights I make fourth dimension during the day."Msgr. Feigan rose and walked around the desk. Placing his hand on my head he blessed me just as he had done century of prison term before. I rose and we hugged then he left. I knew he was a busy man, but to come up all the way into forest Benny Hill from Wading River for an old parishioner was just incredible. On the other hand, that was what made him so special.

Once I had finished the paperwork the hospital and Medicare required from me, I phoned Rob to see how the repeal was progressing. He told me that he would file in the tribunal tomorrow good morning and would have Rochelle served later in the day. It was summer so she wouldn't be working. I gave him Arianne's address assuming that Rochelle was living there. I couldn't think of any other place where she would go. Her parents lived More than two century knot away and her sis was even further, besides, I thought she'd want to be near her principal, especially now that she wouldn't be getting anything from me.

‘ What about the head, Jonathan Perkins, and the school board ?"

"They can be served any time you want, but I'm wondering if we shouldn't give Mrs. Perkins a heads-up about the berth, you know…before the proverbial feces hit the fan."

That was just similar Rob. As long as I had known him—all the way back to our freshman year at Harvard—I'd never heard him aver even once. Me ? That was another thing entirely. I had once cursed a nurse for life when she gave me the wrong implement. I mean—how much clearer could the terminal figure,"CLAMP"be ?

"I think that might be a good idea, Rob. desire me to do it ? I can come in in tardily tomorrow morning. I'm pretty sure that he has to work until the end of the month so I could wait down the block until he leaves. I am a vested political party in this issue so I think I can talk with her and I can parcel the TV and audio with her, too."

"Some of that could be a bit embarrassing to you ?"

"It could be, but I'm betting she'll look beyond that. If I can narrate a kinfolk that their loved one has expired on the table, I think I can do this."We talked for a few more minute of arc then I ended the yell and left the infirmary, but not before passing the account entropy to the clerk in charge. Then it was the curt drive to my empty home.

> > > > > >

I was up at my usual metre of 4:30 and since I had a lot of clip, I drove into Forest Hill to the deli for my Orange River succus and buttered whorl. Francois Jacob and I chatted for a patch as he served a few other customers. Then I drove back eastward toward Great Neck where I exited and take toward the Perkins home. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year company for the staff. Rochelle had brought me just a few weeks ago, I thought at the metre to picture me off to her friends. I made a u-turn past the house and parked about fifty dollar bill railyard away facing the drive.

I relaxed and took out my copy of the New House of York times and began to read through. I usually spent about ten minutes skimming through the article, but today I knew that I had an minute or more. Thus, I was surprised when I saw Perkins run from the house with a distressed flavor on his face. I had a revelation then ; Rochelle had sent him a text to evidence him that I knew. It was only a matter of time before he was exposed. Actually, it was going to be a lot to a lesser extent clock time than he thought.

He was speeding when he drove past me. I started the car and pulled into his private road, parking my BMW in the spot he had vacated. A few second gear later I had pushed the buzzer. The threshold was actually open and I could see through the screen as Mrs. Perkins approached.

"Mrs. Perkins, I'm Dr. Michael Bellamy. We met a few calendar week ago at the staff party."

"Yes, I remember. You were with Rochelle. Didn't you get married recently ? I think Jonathan mentioned it last week."

"I'm sure he did and that's part of why I'm here. May I come in ? I have something I need to show you."She opened the door and led me to the living way."Umm, are your children nearby ?"

"They're next door with friends, using their pool."

"Good, I wouldn't want them to hear or see what I have to demonstrate you. I'll tell you beforehand that your husband has been involved with Rochelle going back about a year. Please watch and listen to a conversation she had with me Dominicus afternoon."I started the recording, ignoring the spirit she gave me about the websites I had visited and Rochelle's comments about them. However, her eyes grew like saucers when Rochelle spoke about her affair.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Perkins. I doubt that you did anything to merit this. I wanted to monish you that my lawyer will get through the Board of teaching later in the week. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex will be fired. You need to lie with the truth. I'm just sorry I had to be the one to tell you."

"I am upset, but not terribly surprised. Jon had quite the reputation as a ladies'man when we were in college and this is the second human relationship I know of since we've been married, so I'm guess there have been more that he got away with. This is the final straw so far as I'm concerned. He begged for forgiveness the last clip and swore on his mother's tomb that he'd never stray again."

"I spoke to my lawyer yesterday good afternoon and he'll be glad to correspond you and put it onto my bank bill. I can't see any reason why you should be penalized because of your husband's wrongful conduct. Incidentally, he tore out of here like he was on the way to a fervidness. I'm quite sure that Rochelle has gotten in speck with him so he knows that I know. I told Rochelle Sunday afternoon that she could have a bun in the oven to be fired, so…. Are you going to be okay ?"

"Yes, I can move back in with my parents. They love the Thomas Kyd and they have told me many prison term that Jon would stray again. I hate to hold to take on that they were right."

I stood and passed her Rob's card then thanked her for her clock time and left field. In many path this was practically worse than telling a family that their loved one had expired. My patients were all seriously ill and death was just around the recession. In this guinea pig the marriage seemed to be active and well. It really was a shame, but I'd want to hump if things were reversed.

> > > > > >

I drove to work, bucking the lately commuter dealings, but arriving in deal of time for my pre-surgery coming together with the squad. I reviewed the procedure for tomorrow's surgery, concentrating on the patient's chronicle and the potential problems that might stand up. I was pleased to see that Mary Catherine II was an active participant. All told the coming together took an hr and we all stood and stretched before leaving the conference elbow room."Mary Catherine, you're probably not aware that we have a tradition of going out to lunch together the day before a procedure. We'd like to have you conjoin us if you're not scheduled for anything else."

"Thank you, Dr. Bellamy ; Beth told me about it after Monday. It was incredible watching you work, but may I delight ask you to call me Kate. You probably know that Irish whisky Catholics have a lot of daughters named ‘ Blessed Virgin Something."There are three in my family alone, me and two cousins—Patricia and Anne."

"I promise I will, Kate, but only if you call me Mike."

"Okay…Mike and thanks for your confidence."

"Don't be silly. You've earned it…and more. You're one of the finest OR nurses I've ever worked with."It was true. Mary Catherine—Kate—was as sharp as a tacking, often anticipating what I needed and having it available even before I called for it. It wasn't long before she was an integral part of my team.

> > > > > >

I was working late on a Friday night of a week that had been too long due to two emergency procedures thanks to two multi-vehicle automobile chance event in two mean solar day. I had spent four long days in surgical process this week. It had been a profitable week, but I was totally beat.

I had just finished my live on Medicare form when the office threshold opened."Kate, what the hell are you doing here so late ? You must have something better to do on a Fri night than hang out here in the hospital."

"You're here."

"Yeah, but not by choice. Those emergency brake procedures caused me to be late on this crap."I held up the completed manakin in disgust."I swear…I must consume half a day completing these damned forms every calendar week. Thank God I'm done."

"Great ! Got time to take a girl for a bite ?"

I smiled."I think I could deal 5 hombre or McDonald's."

"If you eat that crap, you'll wind up needing a cardiac surgeon yourself. No…I think seafood is more in order."

Accepting her suggestion, I drove us to a big seafood buffet where they knew me and always moved me to the mind of the ever-present line. We missed the six o'clock rush by more than an hour so we walked right in and took our seating area, ordering iced tea before stepping up to the buffet. We started with coldness boiled shrimp with spicy cocktail sauce, talking about our lives as we ate our way through the runt, crab-stuffed mushrooms, and Crab legs.

The discussion became personal when Kate told me that she had heard about my wedding turned bad."How are you handling the stress,"she asked.

"Not well ... at least, not as well as I would ingest if I was married."Kate merely nodded and we remained mostly silent through the eternal rest of the meal. When I offered to return her to the hospital….

"No, thanks ; did I ever tell you that I minored in stress relief in nursing schoolhouse ? aim me to your home and don't even think of saying no."I didn't say no that nighttime and I never said no to her in the future either.

18 month later

I pushed the grocery pushcart out of the store, following my very pregnant wife. Suddenly, I stopped with a stumble. Kate turned to ask,"What's the problem, Michael ?"

"Sorry, but I just saw Rochelle…over there on the right in the night red jacket."

"Excellent ! Let's go. I want a word with her."She strode off quickly with me struggling to sustain up. We were about fifteen pes behind Rochelle when Kate called her name. Rochelle turned and looked up in confusedness until she saw me.

"We haven't met, Rochelle. I'm Kate, Michael's wife and I wanted to thank you sincerely for destroying your human relationship with Michael. You could hold had everything you wanted had you handled things differently."I knew where this was headed, but remained silent as was appropriate for my place.

"Michelle, amount up here between us and resist side by side to the panel truck where only Rochelle and I will be able to see you. Now, miss your falloff to your knees."

Obediently, I moved my hand to my exit side, working the button and pulling the zip down."That's right, Rochelle—Michelle is wearing women's falling off and pump and that's not all."Kate pulled the front end of my blouse up exposing my light ping underbodice as my falloff fell. Beneath it you could just make out the outline of my dingy pink bra and my pocket-size breasts. Rochelle's mouth fell as my lacey pink panties, matching garter belt, and melanise stockings became visible.

"And, there's more, Rochelle. turn back this out."She pulled my panties down to show the customs duty stainless-steel batting cage securely locked around my cock and Lucille Ball."Okay, Michelle—you can get dressed now."I pulled my slack water up as Kate continued.

"You see, Rochelle—you were right about Michael's reading all of those news report on-line. He identified very closely with those pathetically weak men. Your problem was that you rammed all of your demands down his throat at one time. It was a case of too much -- too soon, what we call sensational overload in the aesculapian field. Michael is naturally slavish, but he was also terrified. He'll never be real slave material. striver have no rights. There are some thing that Michael will never take. I brought him along slowly, showing him that I loved him and that it was my love that was helping him to agnise his dreaming of blissful submission. That's why I will never betray on him or expose him to homosexuality by making him suck up a fan's cock.

He wears that batting cage every day, but I love his cock so much that he rarely goes more than two days before I make him fuck me until I can't point of view. I have conditioned him to lick me clean after we make love. Anything that comes out of his dick goes into his mouth and tum. I have also trained him to assume my urine. That's really convenient now that I'm pregnant. Yes, Rochelle—all of this was yours for the taking, but now it's mine and I want to thank you. To show my appreciation I've decided to name my daughter Shelly. So, thank you again.

"I learned he was submissive our first Night together. What do men always want from us ?"

"To fuck us, of course."

"That's right, Rochelle, but I had to take the lead—undressing him and myself then actually pushing him onto the bed. I took the top, rubbing his spongy cock forefront into my wet slit before taking him deep into my meat. He didn't last too long the first time, but that was o.k.. Once we were done, I sidled up to range his face where I told him to eat me out—to plumb me and to eat me to an orgasm. We repeated that twice that night before falling asleep naked on top of the blanket. I think Michael came three times that first Night, not even close to how many I had.

"The following morning, we showered and Michael shaved before we went back to bed. When I asked him what he wanted me to do, what do you think he said ?"

"He wanted a cock sucking, of course."

"Not even close ; he wanted me to buck him off. A man who wants that is giving control of his orgasm to his partner. I had a gyration in psych when I was studying for my RN so I knew immediately that he was submissive. That's more common than you might think. Many high-powered executives—doctors, too—use submissiveness as a agency of controlling their stress.

"I did hitch him off, but then I made him lick my fingerbreadth clean. The following day I pulled him into the rain shower, telling him to kneel and spread his mouth. ‘ I want to pee into your mouth,'I told him. ‘ Try to swallow if you can. That's such a turn-on for me.'So, naturally, he did as I requested. Of course, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me three more times that day and twice at work in his office washbasin on Monday. By the time he took me back to my apartment to cull up some more clothes he was able to get down all of it. Now all I have to do is slew my rosehip forward and he's on my puss in a flash. He sits between my legs, kissing and licking my thigh unless I give permission to lick and suck my cunt. I must deliver ten or twelve orgasms a day, although my platter for a day is 17. I think we'll try to break that this weekend.

"By the way, what happened with your teaching job ?"

"I was given a formal varsity letter of reprimand and when the other teachers found out why every man on staff was after me. I finally succumbed to a young steward who was hung like a horse. Man, could he sleep with ! But we never did anything in school. I was living with my champion Arianne then, but that wasn't a problem. He did both of us some nights. He had incredible stamina."

"What about your head teacher ?"

"He was fired. When I was questioned by the superintendent and the school district attorney, I told them that he pressured me into sex by threatening to give me bad report so I'd be fired. That was only about three weeks before I met Michael. You probably know the rest."

"Well, I'm glad you still have a job. Me…I'm happily unemployed people. Nice

group meeting you and, thank you again."Kate turned then and pointed to her car. I turned our pushcart and followed her. I always followed her. That was my place—either between her legs or at her feet.

Kate had taken over every facet of my life other than my study. At domicile I only had one responsibility—to hold back her glad. She did everything else. My tension level and my ancestry pressure dropped. She was strict, but fair, punishing me only when I did something stupid or sloppy or inconsiderate.

On those social occasion she striped my freighter with my bash. Once my punishment was done, she put it behind her. She always applied a soothing lotion to my red hindquarters as I lay across her lap. To show my contrition I always slipped between her stage to either involve her piss or drive her looney with orgasm after coming.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my life was perfect tense. I had a great high-paying post and a honour professional spirit. At place I had a beautiful sexy married woman who loved me and showed it every day through her domination and ascendancy of me. I was putty in her manpower and I wouldn't want it any early way .