Rochelle and I had been married all of three solar day, married on Friday afternoon and then spending Saturday and Sunday in Manhattan at The mall, eating at the best restaurants and seeing two outstanding Broadway shows in the even. I would have liked to take more fourth dimension off for a proper honeymoon, but we had gotten married more quickly—her idea—than I had planned and I had two operation planned that could not be postponed. Both were heart transplantation and neither patient could be expected to live more than than a month without the life-saving procedures.

We had returned to my abode in Sands Point, one of Nassau County's more exclusive communities. By exclusive in Long Island I really think expensive. My menage price somewhat More than a million dollars which I think was about average for the community. Most of my neighbour with children send their kids to the Great neck public schools, reputedly as respectable as or better than the most exclusive private school and probably just as expensive judging from my attribute taxes.

I had carried our traveling bag into the bedchamber and was a bit surprised when Rochelle had told me that she was going to relax in the animation room and would I mind unpacking her bag. I admit to being a bit surprised, but I recall thinking at the time that perhaps her stomach was acting up or maybe she was getting her period. Either way it wasn't that big a lot so I did it willingly, joining her about half an hour later.

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

"Living here with you these past times five month has been a real learning experience for me, Michael. Do you think about five weeks ago when school was closed because of a big snowstorm ? You had to go to the infirmary, but I was here all day alone."I thought for a moment before I did recollect. I tend to push little things like that out of my caput because I have so many really important things to reckon of, like the petite details of a operating room. contrary to popular opinion, no two operating theater are alike because no two patients are exactly alike—similar, maybe, but never selfsame. Those small difference can micturate a huge difference in how the actual surgery is conducted.

"I was bored so I sat at your computer and I went online. My good, the affair I found there in your history. You really should have cleaned it out once in a piece. Site after site dealt with theme like female domination, male slavery, cuckolding, and chastity. At first of all, I was repulsed by the thought of you being involved in those bodily process so I phoned Arianne. You know that she is my upright friend. We talked about my discoveries for more than an hour and we decided to get together at her house Saturday morning for more discussion. We both did a lot of research on those discipline during the hebdomad.

We both came up with the same closing -- that I could make this work to my benefit."

I sat there silently -- interested in where she thought she was going to take it. I looked down, not because I was ashamed or embarrassed, but because I didn't want her to see the expressions on my face. I've been told that I am the cosmos's worst poker game player because my face display my emotions entirely too clearly. That's also the reason why I never lie. I know I can't pull it off.

"Anyway, Michael, that's when I decided to go with the period. It's completely realise that you feel adult female are the superior sex and I agree completely with that construct. It's also vindicated that you believe that you are subscript to women, especially me. That's why our wedlock and our relationship is going to sour in a sealed direction—my focusing. You are going to realize your dreaming 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 sure I will make to especially while I am training you in your new role as my slave.

"I have enjoyed making beloved with you, but that's going to be strictly rationed from now on. You expressed an interest in chastity and that's what you are going to get. You go to bed betimes and you sleep soundly so I have been able to measure your penis respective times for a custom cock cage that I will put on you in a picayune while. I'm sure you'll find it quite tight and unsufferable to get an erection without feeling a lot of pain. I believe it will be perfect tense for me—the perfective way to guarantee your complete submission to my will. You will suffer to learn to fulfil me with your natural language on those eventide I'm not out with my lover."Now I was beaming I was looking down. Had I been looking up at Rochelle she would certainly have seen the expressions of jolt and disgust on my face.

"We just got married Rochelle, and now you want someone else."

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

"Your principal ? You mean you've been fucking your principal all this metre ? Isn't he married ?"

"Yes, and yes ; he and I have been"fucking"as you so bluntly put it for almost a class. We used to do it in his office after everyone else was gone. All of those flush meetings I had to take care he was doing me in the nurse's function. Now you know that you've been my cuckold all that time, but from now on you'll have an fighting use as my cuckold. I'll expect you to eat me out after my dates with Jonathan and once you've cleaned my puss out completely, you'll be required to eat me to a few more orgasms. I won't forget about your needs, but they won't be addressed very often—maybe once every two or three workweek, 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 neighbour by row after row of pine tree trees so you won't be seen. Even though we have a housekeeper, you'll assist her with some of the more abominable task like cleaning the toilets. Don't concern -- I won't take any opportunity on damaging your hands. I'm not about to cripple my meal ticket. That's the main reason why I married you. You can protrude by getting naked right now. Take off your clothes and pack 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 slack water to the floor, my boxers following only a few seconds later. I'm usually extremely bang-up in my substance abuse so I folded my slacks and placed them on top of my loafer with my belt and phone on top. I finished by placing my socks into my shoes then I stood naked before the woman I had sworn to love for better or worse just three sidereal day ago.

"stone's throw closer, Michael."She dug through her bag, pulling a lipstick from the bag. Opening the sheath, she pulled me stuffy by my cock which should cause told her of my feelings. I was as flaccid as I've ever been. She drew a telephone line horizontally about two inch below my navel and two more—one on each thigh—about six inches below my crotch."Go into the bath and rain shower. While you're in there I want you to plane everything between these lines—front and back. come back here when you are done and I'll attach your hammer John Cage to your consistence. Your chastity begins now and don't get any estimate of rubbing a quick one off in the shower. I plan on paddling you when you get back and it'll be a lot forged if I find your balls empty. Now go and I expect you to hurry."

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

"Yes, and it's a skilful thing that you were respectful. I will definitely punish you from now on if you forget."I picked my wearing apparel and shoes up from the floor and trotted down the hallway toward the bedroom.

I was extremely busy for almost an hour, but when I was done, I was more than satisfied with my efforts. I strolled casually back to my Saint Bride."What the nookie ? Why are you dressed ? Oh, you are going to get it and good."

"I don't think so, Rochelle. You really should receive discussed what you found on the computing device with me instead of that idiotic fornicatress, Arianne. How many time has she been divorced ? I can never remember. Is it two or three ? She's hardly a responsible resourcefulness for kinship advice. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would have explained why I read those stories. The outflank fable closely mimicker real biography so I know that there are real men, if I can even call them that, who live as striver to their wives and are their cuckolds. I could not believe that any man could be so weak and so pathetic as to admit that from someone who is supposed to be their loving spouse. I find that variety of man disgusting and repulsive and I would never ever consider that kind of life for myself.

"You didn't notice my new phone on my belted ammunition, did you ? I was playing around with it in the bedroom once I had the old bag unpacked. I was trying out the recording feature. The first part of your diatribe is on video, the rest—the role that came after I removed my clothes—is just the audio, but you came through loud and earn. I've already sent that to my attorney, Rob Snyder, who advises me that I have excellent flat coat for an abrogation. If I divorced you, I'd have to split everything we own 50-50, but under an abrogation I'd owe you zero. All of your wearing apparel 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 skin senses. He also plans to contact the Board of Education. He's sure they'll be very interested in your kinship with your principal. Don't be at all surprised if both of you are fired. I may even sue the shoal district. Rob tells me that they have very nonindulgent insurance about intimate relationships between a supervisor and a faculty member.

"But before you go…."I picked up her purse and pulled her wallet and Florida key from its gaping maw. I had never seen any charwoman carry so much in such a huge pocketbook. I removed her credit cards and her keys to the house. The cards were all on my business relationship so I had every right to them."I have already removed your garage door remote, Rochelle. Maybe you can ride out with Arianne. You'll be double-dyed roommate."You're both idiotic losers. Now go and don't come back."I helped the shocked woman -- the one I had hoped would be my partner through life -- and led her to the service department. I opened the door for her and helped her into the car. She had driven the same pulsation 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 wedding endowment, but not now—not ever.

I stood there in silence as she slowly backed out of the service department and ride away. Now would come the really hard part—notifying my mother and Sister. They had both loved Rochelle, but apparently, like me, they had never really known her. After closing the service department door, I walked back into the kitchen where I pulled a corona from the refrigerator and reached for the phone.

There wasn't enough beer in the world to assist me through the next one-half hour. Yet it had to be done and there was zero to be gained by waiting. I would have liked to get roaring sot, but I had two affected role'lifespan in my hands over the adjacent three 24-hour interval. My regret and my bust would take 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 drive to Long Island Jewish Hospital in nearby Forest mound, Queens. It's a relatively easy commute, especially at 5:00 in the dawning. I always stop at the same deli in Forest Hills because they make a big cup of refreshing orange juice along with a buttered roll for me every morning time. I've known the owner Jacob for more than ten years.

A news 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 turn of Judaic physicians on stave, the same can be said for virtually every infirmary in the New York City subway area.

Heart permutation operation takes a long clip, starting with connecting the patient to the heart-lung machine, so I always start at 6:00 a.m. I'm well rested and I never drink java which can move my hand-eye coordination. I'm 39 now and I've been doing this surgery for more than ten yr. I stopped drinking burnt umber while in medical schooltime when I saw my mitt shaking from the caffein. I still call up the day I made that decision. Later that morning once the caffeine had been passed from my body my hand was as unfluctuating as a rock. Like near caffeine nut I went through withdrawal, but I never drank a drop again.

I was in the prep elbow room scrubbing down, having already changed from what I usually referred to as my"civilian apparel,"into my scrub and what I laughingly referred to as my"do-rag."virtually sawbones wear some kind of cap to keep ramble whisker away from an incision. That was also why I was always fairly shaven. There was a new nurse on the team this morning time. I usually liked to work with the Same nurses because we were like a team in football or hoops. The more we practiced together the in effect we would become.

I was about to speak with her when my"telephone number 2"—Dan Morrison—joined me at the sinkhole. We washed and scrubbed our script and fingernails just the way we had when we were classmates in medical examination school at bathroom Hopkins. I always knew that I could reckon on Dan to keep the humor light before surgery and to be completely competent and professional during."So, Mike—how's married biography treating you ?"

"Not well, Dan ; I'm getting an annulment. We returned to the planetary house yesterday afternoon and she pulled some shit about making me her chastised slave complete with a nasty stainless steel cock John Cage. She found some hooey I was reading online and drew the improper 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 hussy ?"

"Yeah, she's been divorced at least twice and both times it was because she was cheating. Even better, Rochelle told me that she's been fucking her principal 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 give it recorded. No wonder 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 outset on it this first light. I kicked her out and suggested she stay with her slut buddy."

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

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

"Only what I've been told ; Mannheim had her net hebdomad and told me she was really discriminating. Apparently, she was able to forestall 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 hubby got transferred. okay, enough ; let's get the show on the road."I finished my hand at almost the Same time Dan finished his. We dried using the sanitary towels and we allowed the nurses to draw in the tunica over our hands. Marcie, my head nurse, checked the cap on my psyche, pulling it tightly down on my mind. We gloved up and I backed through the doorway to the operating room.

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

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

"I'm kinda nervous."

"That's understandable, but you can slack. We have a smashing squad here for you. I know that Dr. Cohen will be keeping you in tip-top condition the stallion time."

"Any idea how long it will take ?"

"Typically, about eight time of day, but I had a neat Nox's sleep and I do this at least twice a month although I have another scheduled for Wednesday. It's going to be a officious week. okey, Marv."I stepped back to allow Marv to picture our patient unconscious. That gave me the opportunity to speak to my new nurse.

"Mary Catharine, I believe."

"Yes, physician Bellamy—it's a real award to be able to assist you."

"It's a pleasure to consume you with us. I've only heard soundly thing about you. You'll be replacing Nan. Stay to my leftfield and observe the tray of instruments on your other incline. Beth will grant you transposition 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 brow if necessary. Sarah and Jane will be on the affected role's other side along with Dr. Morrison."

Then I went into what I always called my surgeon mode. There was only me and the patient. Our non-sterile supporter put the CD of Swan Lake on the musician and we began, first by opening the chest, tying off the arteria and veins and connecting them to the heart-lung machine. That took to a greater extent than an hour although the actual transition was done in seconds. The team worked well and Madonna Catharine fit in well. Dan was right—she had a thoroughly sense of prevision. She had the ripe implement ready for me even before I called for it. Only three prison term had I corrected her. The subroutine went exactly as I had hoped. I changed into a new clean set of surgical gown and went to do my favorite parting of this job—notifying the family.

I had a big smile on my aspect when I entered the waiting room. Not only was Mrs. Jameson there, but both daughters and their husbands and their parish non-Christian priest who I had known for many old age. Mrs Jameson cried bout of joy when I gave her the news."It was a perfect success. The procedure went exactly as planned. His tenderness showed signs of extensive harm and the arteries were almost completely blocked which means that he was only a few hebdomad at well-nigh from another major infarction which in his condition would almost certainly have killed him. His new middle is completely good for you and the cardiac arteries are realise. He'll possess a farseeing catamenia of recovery, but if he follows Dr. Wenz's treatment plan he'll be fine for many long time. Just don't allow him to smoke—not even a single cigarette."

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

"Good afternoon, Monsignor ; long time no see."

"Yes, too many calendar week since I last saw you. Did I read in the newspaper that you were married live Friday ?"

"Yes, you did. Come to my spot when you're done here and I'll enjoin you all about it. I shook hands with Msgr. Feigan and left. I was tired. Truth was that the operation had been one pinch after another. We had a trouble with the heart-lung auto and had to interchange to the back-up. Then at the end we had trouble getting the new heart started. I'd had to take aback it three metre before we had a even sinus rhythm. It was an emotionally draining day.

I typically performed cardiac surgery two or three times a calendar week. More than that became too draining both physically as well as emotionally. My fee for a surgery like the one I performed today would be billed at $ 80,000, but Medicare would chop it down to about $ 40,000 so a typical week would earn me about LXXX to a hundred thousand dollars. Unfortunately, it wasn't all profit. I had my part of the rent on our part and salaries for the staff. I had three partners in addition to Dan and then, of row, was malpractice insurance. For a cardiac surgeon that bill came to more than three hundred thousand dollar sign a class.

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 evaluator who agreed with my attorney that what I had done was strictly professional and competent. Sometimes hoi polloi die, although we always use the term"expire."It is regrettable, but sometimes there are other unforeseen complications. Just utmost hebdomad I had opened the patient's chest only to close up it immediately. He had severe lung cancer—Stage IV in my opinion—and protocol demanded that the heart go to another patient. Telling his family had been hard. I always found those discussions heart wrenching.

I had been in the position that the hospital provided for me about half an time of day when Msgr. Feigan walked in. I had first come to have sex him when I was a simple baby. My parents had a bungalow in Shoreham on the due north Shore of Long Island dating back to 1948. The closest Catholic Church at the clock time was about ten naut mi away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel that was only used for Mass at ten o'clock on Sunday break of the day. Father Feigan started saying batch there when I was twelve. I liked him immediately. He was personable and he was the first priest who led us in singing hymns.

I had watched his career betterment as he was assigned to the Little Flower schooltime in Wading River. Little Flower is a residential school for orphans. The kids frequently come from incommode homes—alcoholism, drug abuse, and nestling abuse were common experiences for many of these kids. I had no experiences like these kids, but Msgr. Feigan had done a good job of explaining them on a series of radio set and TV subject matter. My first twelvemonth as a operating surgeon I had donated $ 1,000 to the school day and every year since then I'd given even more—enough that I was asked to join the Board of film director. I accepted eagerly even though Wading River was almost l mi from my dwelling house. I always scheduled my day so I could end betimes when there was a display panel meeting.

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

"You couldn't be more ill-timed, Gospel According to John. I've already started annulment proceedings. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the haywire conclusions. They were write up about female person mastery and male slavery. Rather than talk to me about them she spoke to her slut protagonist who has been divorced at least twice. posterior line—she wanted me to turn her hard worker, keeping me chaste by virtue of a device that would lock my genitals away, so she could preserve her unlawful intimate relationship with her principal.

"I was playing with my new phone and recorded our integral conversation—mostly a monolog of her plans to enslave me—and I phoned my attorney. He advised an repeal. There was no way I could last with her under those conditions so I packed all of her clothes and personal effects into her car and threw her out. That was yesterday afternoon. I believe the newspaper publisher were due to be filed in the motor lodge this afternoon."

"That's a shame, Michael. I liked Rochelle the one time we met."

"Yeah, she had a lot of voltage, but her well acquaintance is a train crash when it comes to relationships with men. She has a long history of cheating on young man and husbands—hardly the sort of person I'd want to be my wife's right friend."

"You mentioned a sexual family relationship with her principal."

"Yeah, going on almost as farseeing as we were together. According to Rochelle they had sexual relations in his office late in the good afternoon and in the evening when she was supposedly attending meetings with parents, they used the harbour's federal agency. Worse, 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, John. It's a matter of caring. I just don't care. I can't afford all of the aroused energy that would be required to hate. I have affected role who need me to be at the top of my secret plan. I just picked up another surgery—triple bypass—for Friday so I'll be extremely busy all week. I was hoping that being married would help me make do with the stress and maybe it will, but not for a while apparently."

"I really am sorry, Michael. I'll remember you in my prayer. Are you going to hold next week's board meeting ? I hope so because we'll be talking about the new health center field and your stimulus will be important."

"I already have it in my calendar and I've blocked off the day. Any procedures I pick up will have to be on Tuesday or Thursday. Unfortunately, I have More than adequate paperwork to handle. I usually take it home, but on display board night I make meter during the day."Msgr. Feigan rose and walked around the desk. Placing his handwriting on my heading he blessed me just as he had done C of metre before. I rose and we hugged then he left. I knew he was a busy man, but to total all the way into Forest J. J. Hill from Wading River for an old parishioner was just incredible. On the other helping 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 annulment was progressing. He told me that he would file in the judicature tomorrow dayspring and would take Rochelle served later in the day. It was summer so she wouldn't be working. I gave him Arianne's call assuming that Rochelle was living there. I couldn't think of any other place where she would go. Her parents lived more than two hundred miles away and her sister was even farther, 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 principal sum, Jonathan Perkins, and the schoolhouse 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 situation, you know…before the proverbial feces hit the fan."

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

"I think that might be a unspoiled mind, Rob. Want me to do it ? I can come in late 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 party in this matter so I think I can babble out with her and I can portion the video 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 tell a fellowship that their lie with one has expired on the mesa, I think I can do this."We talked for a few Sir Thomas More hour then I ended the birdsong and left the hospital, but not before passing the bill information to the clerk in billing. Then it was the unforesightful campaign to my hollow home.

> > > > > >

I was up at my usual metre of 4:30 and since I had a lot of time, I drove into Forest Hills to the deli for my orange succus and buttered roll. 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 force toward the Perkins plate. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year company for the stave. Rochelle had brought me just a few calendar week ago, I thought at the metre to indicate me off to her Friend. I made a u-turn past the house and parked about L railyard away facing the private road.

I relaxed and took out my copy of the New York clock time and began to read through. I usually spent about ten proceedings 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 theatre with a distressed expression on his facial expression. I had a revelation then ; Rochelle had sent him a school text to tell him that I knew. It was only a subject of clock time before he was exposed. Actually, it was going to be a lot to a lesser extent fourth dimension than he thought.

He was speeding when he drove past me. I started the car and pulled into his driveway, parking my BMW in the spot he had vacated. A few seconds later I had pushed the doorbell. The door 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 weeks ago at the stave party."

"Yes, I remember. You were with Rochelle. Didn't you get married recently ? I think Jonathan mentioned it death 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 keep room."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 evince 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 Lord's Day afternoon."I started the recording, ignoring the looks she gave me about the web site I had visited and Rochelle's comments about them. However, her eyes grew like disc when Rochelle spoke about her affair.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Perkins. I doubt that you did anything to merit this. I wanted to admonish you that my attorney will contact the control board of Education later in the workweek. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex will be fired. You need to know 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 relationship I know of since we've been married, so I'm guesswork there have been more that he got away with. This is the final examination wheat so far as I'm concerned. He begged for pardon the last time and swore on his mother's grave that he'd never stray again."

"I spoke to my lawyer yesterday afternoon and he'll be gladiolus to represent you and put it onto my bill. I can't see any intellect why you should be penalized because of your husband's misconduct. Incidentally, he tore out of here like he was on the way to a flak. I'm quite sure that Rochelle has gotten in touch with him so he knows that I know. I told Rochelle Sunday good afternoon that she could ask to be fired, so…. Are you going to be okay ?"

"Yes, I can move back in with my parents. They love the kids and they have told me many meter that Jon would drift again. I hate to stimulate to take that they were right."

I stood and passed her Rob's carte then thanked her for her time and leftfield. In many ways this was often regretful than telling a fellowship that their loved one had expired. My patients were all seriously ill and death was just around the corner. In this eccentric the marriage seemed to be active and well. It really was a ignominy, but I'd want to be intimate if things were reversed.

> > > > > >

I drove to influence, bucking the of late commuter train traffic, but arriving in passel of time for my pre-surgery meeting with the team. I reviewed the subprogram for tomorrow's surgery, concentrating on the patient role's history and the possible problem that might arise. I was proud of to see that The Virgin Catherine was an active participant. All told the meeting took an 60 minutes and we all stood and stretched before leaving the conference room."Mary Catherine of Aragon, you're probably not cognizant that we have a custom of going out to lunch together the day before a function. We'd like to bear you join 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 please ask you to yell me Kate. You probably know that Irish Catholics have a lot of daughters named ‘ Mary Something."There are three in my fellowship 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 hunky-dory OR nurses I've ever worked with."It was honest. Mary Catherine—Kate—was as sharp as a tack, often anticipating what I needed and having it uncommitted even before I called for it. It wasn't long before she was an integral part of my team.

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I was working late on a Friday night of a week that had been too long due to two hand brake procedures thanks to two multi-vehicle automobile accidents in two days. I had spent four long mean solar day in surgery this week. It had been a profitable hebdomad, but I was totally beat.

I had just finished my concluding Medicare form when the bureau doorway opened."Kate, what the hell are you doing here so late ? You must suffer something improve to do on a Fri night than knack out here in the hospital."

"You're here."

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

"Great ! Got time to contract a girl for a morsel ?"

I smiled."I think I could deal fin Guys or McDonald's."

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

Accepting her trace, I drove us to a big seafood buffet where they knew me and always moved me to the head of the ever-present line. We missed the six o'clock flush by Sir Thomas More than an hour so we walked right in and took our backside, ordering iced tea before stepping up to the buffet. We started with cold boiled shrimp with spicy cocktail sauce, talking about our life story as we ate our way through the runt, crab-stuffed mushroom-shaped cloud, and crabby person ramification.

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

"Not well ... at least, not as well as I would have if I was married."Kate merely nodded and we remained mostly silent through the 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 easement in nursing schoolhouse ? ask me to your home and don't even think of saying no."I didn't say no that Nox and I never said no to her in the future either.

18 month later

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

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

"Excellent ! Let's go. I want a Book with her."She strode off quickly with me struggling to keep up. We were about XV ft behind Rochelle when Kate called her name. Rochelle turned and looked up in confusion until she saw me.

"We haven't met, Rochelle. I'm Kate, Michael's married woman and I wanted to thank you sincerely for destroying your human relationship with Michael. You could have 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, come up here between us and stand next to the panel truck where only Rochelle and I will be able to see you. Now, throw your slacks to your knees."

Obediently, I moved my handwriting to my left English, working the clitoris and pulling the slide fastener down."That's right, Rochelle—Michelle is wearing fair sex's falling off and ticker and that's not all."Kate pulled the forepart of my blouse up exposing my light pink camisole as my slacks fell. Beneath it you could just make out the lineation of my dark pink bra and my belittled breast. Rochelle's mouth fell as my lacey garden pink panties, matching garter belt, and smuggled stockings became visible.

"And, there's more, Rochelle. Check this out."She pulled my panties down to show the usage stainless-steel John Cage securely locked around my cock and egg."okeh, Michelle—you can get dressed now."I pulled my slacks up as Kate continued.

"You see, Rochelle—you were properly about Michael's reading all of those stories 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 often -- too soon, what we call sensory overburden in the medical checkup field. Michael is naturally submissive, but he was also terrified. He'll never be real slave material. slave have no rights. There are some affair that Michael will never accept. I brought him along slowly, showing him that I loved him and that it was my love that was helping him to realize his dreams of blissful submission. That's why I will never cheat on him or expose him to homoeroticism by making him suck a buff's putz.

He wears that cage every day, but I love his cock so much that he rarely goes more than than two days before I make him get laid me until I can't stand. I have conditioned him to lick me clean after we make have it off. Anything that comes out of his tool goes into his mouth and stomach. I have also trained him to take 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 depict my perceptiveness I've decided to advert 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 train the lead—undressing him and myself then actually pushing him onto the bed. I took the top, rubbing his spongy pecker head into my wet prick before taking him deep into my nucleus. He didn't lowest too long the first clock time, but that was okay. Once we were done, I sidled up to straddle his face where I told him to eat me out—to clean me and to eat me to an sexual climax. We repeated that twice that nighttime before falling asleep naked on top of the blanket. I think Michael came three times that first Nox, not even close to how many I had.

"The following break of day, 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 blowjob, of course."

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

"I did jerk him off, but then I made him lick my finger clean. The postdate day I pulled him into the shower, telling him to kneel and unfold his oral fissure. ‘ I want to pee into your oral cavity,'I told him. ‘ Try to swallow up if you can. That's such a turn-on for me.'So, naturally, he did as I requested. Of line, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me three more than times that day and twice at work in his office washbowl on Mon. By the time he took me back to my apartment to pick up some more wearing apparel he was able to swallow all of it. Now all I have to do is slip my hips forward and he's on my cunt in a wink. He sits between my legs, kissing and licking my thigh unless I give permission to lick and fellate my slit. I must consume ten or twelve orgasms a day, although my record for a day is 17. I think we'll try to break off that this weekend.

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

"I was given a formal letter of reprimand and when the other instructor found out why every man on staff was after me. I finally succumbed to a young custodian who was hung like a horse. Man, could he fuck ! But we never did anything in school. I was living with my booster Arianne then, but that wasn't a job. 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 super and the school territorial dominion attorney, I told them that he pressured me into sex by threatening to kick in me bad reports so I'd be fired. That was only about three hebdomad before I met Michael. You probably know the rest."

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

get together you and, thank you again."Kate turned then and pointed to her car. I turned our handcart and followed her. I always followed her. That was my place—either between her peg or at her feet.

Kate had taken over every aspect of my life former than my study. At home plate I only had one responsibility—to keep her well-chosen. She did everything else. My stress level and my profligate pressure dropped. She was strict, but fair, punishing me only when I did something stupid or sloppy or inconsiderate.

On those occasions she striped my tail with my belt. Once my penalization was done, she put it behind her. She always applied a soothing lotion to my red laughingstock as I lay across her lap. To indicate my contrition I always slipped between her stage to either take her urine or drive her crazy with orgasm after orgasm.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my life was perfect. I had a great high-paying perspective and a pay back professional life. At home I had a beautiful sexy married woman who loved me and showed it every day through her domination and control of me. I was putty in her hands and I wouldn't want it any other way .