Rochelle and I had been married all of three days, married on Fri afternoon and then outgo Sat and Sunday in Manhattan at The Plaza, eating at the best restaurants and seeing two outstanding Great White Way shows in the evenings. I would have liked to carry to a greater extent time off for a proper honeymoon, but we had gotten married more quickly—her idea—than I had planned and I had two surgeries planned that could not be postponed. Both were center transplants and neither patient could be expected to live more than a month without the life-saving procedures.

We had returned to my dwelling in littoral gunpoint, one of Nassau County's more scoop communities. By exclusive in Long Island I really mean expensive. My nursing home toll somewhat more than a million dollars which I think was about average for the community. nearly of my neighbour with children send their kids to the Great cervix public schools, reputedly as salutary as or punter than the most exclusive private school day and probably just as expensive judging from my property taxes.

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

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

"aliveness here with you these preceding five calendar month has been a material learning experience for me, Michael. Do you retrieve about five weeks 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 call back. I tend to push fiddling things like that out of my head because I have so many really crucial affair to consider of, like the tiniest particular of a surgery. Contrary to popular public opinion, no two OR are alike because no two patient are exactly alike—similar, maybe, but never very. Those small difference of opinion can make a Brobdingnagian difference in how the genuine operating theatre is conducted.

"I was bored so I sat at your computer and I went online. My goodness, the affair I found there in your history. You really should own cleaned it out once in a while. web site after site dealt with discipline like female domination, manful slaveholding, cuckolding, and chastity. At starting time, I was repulsed by the thought of you being involved in those activities so I phoned Arianne. You know that she is my near friend. We talked about my discovery for More than an hour and we decided to get together at her house Saturday dawn for Sir Thomas More discourse. We both did a lot of research on those subject during the calendar week.

We both came up with the same finish -- that I could shit this piece of 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 verbal expression on my grimace. I've been told that I am the world's worst poker player because my face show 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 menses. It's completely clear that you feel womanhood are the superior sex and I agree completely with that concept. It's also enlighten that you believe that you are inferior to women, especially me. That's why our marriage and our kinship is going to turn in a sure direction—my direction. You are going to gain your dreams of total compliance. 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 as shooting I will have 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 stake in chastity and that's what you are going to get. You go to bed early and you sleep soundly so I have been able-bodied to measure your phallus respective prison term for a customs duty cock coop that I will put on you in a little while. I'm sure you'll find it quite tight and unimaginable to get an erection without feeling a lot of pain. I believe it will be perfect for me—the perfect way to control your staring submission to my will. You will have to learn to fill me with your tongue on those evenings I'm not out with my lover."Now I was glad I was looking down. Had I been looking up at Rochelle she would certainly have seen the expressions of jounce and disgust on my face.

"We just got hook up with Rochelle, and now you want someone else."

She laughed."I've always wanted someone else. I've been cheating on you throughout our stallion relationship. I tried to hide it, but that's no longer necessity. You've been my cuckold, a character you'll come to love in the futurity. Initially, you'll just assistant to prepare me for my dates with Jonathan."

"Your head ? You mean you've been fucking your principal 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 twelvemonth. We used to do it in his office after everyone else was gone. All of those flush meetings I had to wait on he was doing me in the breastfeed's power. Now you know that you've been my cuckold all that meter, but from now on you'll have an active purpose as my cuckold. I'll expect you to eat me out after my appointment with Jonathan and once you've cleaned my pus out completely, you'll be required to eat me to a few more sexual climax. I won't forget about your needs, but they won't be addressed very often—maybe once every two or three calendar week, 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 rest home. No wearing apparel, even outside. Our lawn is shielded from the neighbour by row after row of pine trees so you won't be seen. Even though we have a housekeeper, you'll assist her with some of the more odious tasks like cleaning the toilets. Don't vexation -- I won't take any chances on damaging your manpower. I'm not about to cripple my repast tag. That's the main rationality why I married you. You can embark on by getting naked right now. learn off your dress 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 rap and dropped my slacks to the floor, my boxers following only a few seconds later. I'm usually extremely neat in my habits so I folded my morass 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 punter or unfit just three days ago.

"Step closer, Michael."She dug through her purse, pulling a lipstick from the bag. Opening the casing, she pulled me tight by my stopcock which should take told her of my feeling. I was as flaccid as I've ever been. She drew a line horizontally about two inches below my navel point and two more—one on each thigh—about six inches below my privates."Go into the lavatory and shower. While you're in there I want you to shave everything between these lines—front and back. Come back here when you are done and I'll attach your hammer cage to your body. Your sexual abstention begins now and don't get any idea 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. Now go and I expect you to hurry."

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

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

I was extremely in use for almost an hour, but when I was done, I was more than meet with my efforts. I strolled casually back to my Saint Brigid."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 ingest discussed what you found on the computer with me instead of that idiotic hussy, Arianne. How many multiplication has she been divorced ? I can never remember. Is it two or three ? She's hardly a responsible resource for human relationship advice. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would have explained why I read those stories. The best fabrication closely mimic real liveliness so I know that there are real men, if I can even predict them that, who live as slaves to their wives and are their cuckolds. I could not believe that any man could be so weak and so ridiculous as to accept that from someone who is supposed to be their loving spouse. I find that variety of man disgusting and detestable and I would never ever consider that kind of life for myself.

"You didn't card my new headphone on my belt, did you ? I was playing around with it in the bedroom once I had the udder unpacked. I was trying out the recording feature. The first part of your diatribe is on video recording, the rest—the part that came after I removed my clothes—is just the audio, but you came through loud and clear. I've already sent that to my attorney, Rob Snyder, who advises me that I have excellent cause for an annulment. If I divorced you, I'd have to split everything we own 50-50, but under an annulment I'd owe you nothing. All of your clothes and personal attribute are in your car. I have to accept that I wasn't too heedful doing it since I was in a genuine thrill to be rid of you. I suggest you leave now and Rob will be in touch. He also plans to contact the Board of training. He's certainly they'll be very interest in your kinship with your star. Don't be at all storm if both of you are fired. I may even sue the school district. Rob tells me that they have very rigid insurance about sexual family relationship between a supervisory program and a staff member.

"But before you go…."I picked up her purse and pulled her wallet and keys from its gaping maw. I had never seen any woman carry so a great deal in such a huge purse. I removed her credit cards and her key to the house. The posting were all on my explanation so I had every right to them."I have already removed your garage door remote, Rochelle. Maybe you can stay on with Arianne. You'll be perfective tense roommates."You're both nonsensical losers. Now go and don't come back."I helped the aghast woman -- the one I had hoped would be my better half through life -- and led her to the garage. I opened the room access for her and helped her into the car. She had driven the Lapplander 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 as a wedding gift, but not now—not ever.

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

There wasn't enough beer in the worldly concern to aid me through the future half hour. Yet it had to be done and there was nothing to be gained by waiting. I would have liked to get roaring drunk, but I had two patients'lifetime in my hands over the next three days. My sorrow and my tears would let 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 hill, queen. It's a relatively slowly commute, especially at 5:00 in the dawn. I always stop at the same deli in wood Hills because they make a big cup of fresh orange tree juice along with a buttered roll for me every morn. I've known the owner Jacob for more than ten years.

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

eye switch OR takes a farseeing time, starting with connecting the affected role to the heart-lung machine, so I always start at 6:00 a.m. I'm well rested and I never drink coffee which can affect my hand-eye coordination. I'm 39 now and I've been doing this surgery for more than than ten years. I stopped drinking umber while in checkup school when I saw my paw shaking from the caffeine. I still commemorate the day I made that determination. Later that morn once the caffeine had been passed from my consistence my mitt was as unfaltering as a rock and roll. Like most caffeine junkies I went through coitus interruptus, but I never drank a dip again.

I was in the prep room scrubbing down, having already changed from what I usually referred to as my"civilian apparel,"into my scrubs and what I laughingly referred to as my"do-rag."near surgeons wear some kind of cap to hold back stray hairs away from an section. That was also why I was always clean and jerk shaven. There was a new nurse on the team this aurora. I usually liked to work with the same nursemaid because we were like a squad in football or basketball. The more we practiced together the better we would go.

I was about to speak with her when my"Number 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 medical school at john Hopkins. I always knew that I could depend on Dan to go on the mode light before surgery and to be completely competent and professional during."So, Mike—how's married liveliness treating you ?"

"Not well, Dan ; I'm getting an annulment. We returned to the mansion yesterday good afternoon and she pulled some asshole about making me her chastised slave dispatch with a nasty stainless steel cock batting cage. She found some stuff I was reading online and drew the wrong 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 least twice and both metre it was because she was cheating. Even better, Rochelle told me that she's been fucking her dealer 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 have it recorded. No marvel 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 start on it this morning. I kicked her out and suggested she stay with her adulteress buddy."

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

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

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

"I'm going to neglect Nan -- hopefully not too much. Too bad her hubby got transferred. Okay, enough ; let's get the show on the road."I finished my manpower at almost the like time Dan finished his. We dried using the sanitary towels and we allowed the nurses to pull up the tunics over our manpower. Marcie, my head nurse, checked the cap on my head, pulling it tightly down on my pass. We gloved up and I backed through the door to the operating room.

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

"How are you this morning, Mr. Jameson, ready to get your new heart and soul ?"

"I'm kinda nervous."

"That's intelligible, but you can slow down. We have a bully team here for you. I know that Dr. Cohen will be keeping you in tip-top condition the entire time."

"Any idea how long it will involve ?"

"Typically, about eight hour, but I had a great Night's sleep and I do this at least twice a month although I have another scheduled for Wednesday. It's going to be a busy week. okay, Marv."I stepped back to leave Marv to render our affected role unconscious mind. That gave me the opportunity to speak to my new nurse.

"Mary Catharine, I believe."

"Yes, Doctor Bellamy—it's a real honor to be able-bodied to attend to you."

"It's a pleasure to consume you with us. I've only heard practiced things about you. You'll be replacing Nan. Stay to my left and maintain the tray of instruments on your former side. Beth will collapse you replacements 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 pass over my brow if necessary. Sarah and Jane will be on the patient's former slope along with Dr. Morrison."

Then I went into what I always called my surgeon mood. There was only me and the patient role. Our non-sterile helper put the CD of Swan Lake on the player and we began, first by opening the bureau, tying off the arterial blood vessel and veins and connecting them to the heart-lung machine. That took Thomas More than an hour although the actual conversion was done in seconds. The team worked well and Mary Catharine fit in well. Dan was right—she had a good sense of anticipation. She had the properly implement ready for me even before I called for it. Only three prison term had I corrected her. The procedure went exactly as I had hoped. I changed into a new clear set of gown and went to do my ducky part of this job—notifying the family.

I had a big smiling on my face when I entered the wait way. Not only was Mrs. Jameson there, but both daughters and their husband and their parish non-Christian priest who I had known for many years. Mrs Jameson cried bust of joy when I gave her the news."It was a complete success. The procedure went exactly as planned. His nitty-gritty showed augury of extended damage and the arterial blood vessel were almost completely blocked which means that he was only a few weeks at most from another John R. Major infarction which in his shape would almost certainly have killed him. His new marrow is completely healthy and the cardiac artery are earn. He'll have a long full stop of recovery, but if he follows Dr. Wenz's treatment design he'll be fine for many years. 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 daughters. Finally, I turned to the priest.

"Good afternoon, Monsignor ; yearn meter no see."

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

"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 machine and had to switch to the back-up. Then at the end we had trouble getting the new warmness started. I'd had to shock it three prison term before we had a regular sinus regular recurrence. It was an emotionally draining day.

I typically performed cardiac surgery two or three sentence a workweek. 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 typical week would realize me about eighty to a hundred thousand clam. Unfortunately, it wasn't all profit. I had my percentage of the rent on our role and salary for the staff. I had three cooperator in addition to Dan and then, of course of action, was malpractice insurance. For a cardiac surgeon that bill came to more than three hundred thousand dollars 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 decisiveness was thrown out by the judge who agreed with my attorney that what I had done was strictly professional and competent. Sometimes people die, although we always use the term"expire."It is regrettable, but sometimes there are other unanticipated tortuousness. Just last week I had opened the affected role's chest only to close it immediately. He had grievous lung cancer—Stage IV in my opinion—and communications protocol demanded that the bosom go to another patient role. Telling his sept had been hard. I always found those treatment heart wrenching.

I had been in the office that the hospital provided for me about half an time of day when Msgr. Feigan walked in. I had first come to cognise him when I was a mere child. My parents had a cottage in Shoreham on the North shore of Long Island dating back to 1948. The unaired Catholic Church at the time was about ten miles away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel that was only used for lot at ten o'clock on Sunday mornings. Father Feigan started saying Mass there when I was 12. I liked him immediately. He was personable and he was the first priest who led us in singing hymns.

I had watched his career advance as he was assigned to the Little heyday School in Wading River. Little Flower is a residential schooltime for orphans. The shaver frequently come from troubled homes—alcoholism, drug abuse, and kid misuse were park experiences for many of these kids. I had no experiences like these kids, but Msgr. Feigan had done a practiced job of explaining them on a series of radio and TV messages. My low gear twelvemonth as a sawbones I had donated $ 1,000 to the school and every twelvemonth since then I'd given even more—enough that I was asked to link up the Board of theater director. I accepted eagerly even though Wading River was almost L miles from my base. I always scheduled my day so I could end other when there was a Board 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 than wrong, john. I've already started annulment proceedings. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the wrong stopping point. They were stories about female domination and manful slavery. sooner than talk to me about them she spoke to her slut friend who has been divorced at to the lowest degree twice. undersurface line—she wanted me to become her striver, keeping me chaste by virtue of a device that would lock away my genital organ away, so she could go along her illicit sexual relationship with her principal.

"I was playing with my new phone and recorded our entire conversation—mostly a monolog of her program to enslave me—and I phoned my attorney. He advised an annulment. There was no way I could live with her under those conditions so I packed all of her apparel and personal effects into her car and threw her out. That was yesterday afternoon. I believe the newspaper were due to be filed in the court this afternoon."

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

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

"You mentioned a sexual relationship with her principal."

"Yeah, going on almost as long as we were together. According to Rochelle they had sexual relations in his billet late in the afternoon and in the eve when she was supposedly attending coming together with parents, they used the nurse's billet. Worse, he is married with two children."

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

"No, that won't be necessary. It's not a matter of forgiveness, lavatory. It's a matter of caring. I just don't forethought. I can't afford all of the aroused DOE that would be required to hate. I have patient role 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 busy all workweek. I was hoping that being married would help me deal with the focus 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 next week's board confluence ? I hope so because we'll be talking about the new health center and your stimulant will be important."

"I already have it in my calendar and I've blocked off the day. Any subroutine I pick up will give birth to be on Tuesday or Thursday. Unfortunately, I have more than enough paperwork to handle. I usually take it family, but on board nights I make time 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 hundreds of clip before. I rose and we hugged then he left. I knew he was a engaged man, but to follow all the way into timberland J. J. Hill from Wading River for an old parishioner was just incredible. On the former script, that was what made him so special.

Once I had finished the paperwork the infirmary and Medicare required from me, I phoned Rob to see how the annulment was progressing. He told me that he would file away in the court tomorrow break of day and would cause Rochelle served later in the day. It was summertime so she wouldn't be working. I gave him Arianne's reference assuming that Rochelle was living there. I couldn't think of any other place where she would go. Her parents lived to a greater extent than two C 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, 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 fecal matter hit the fan."

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

"I think that might be a good idea, Rob. Want me to do it ? I can make out in late tomorrow dayspring. 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 talk with her and I can portion the video recording and audio with her, too."

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

"It could be, but I'm betting she'll flavor beyond that. If I can differentiate a kinsfolk that their loved one has expired on the table, I think I can do this."We talked for a few more moment then I ended the call and left the hospital, but not before passing the invoice selective information to the clerk in billing. Then it was the short crusade to my empty home.

> > > > > >

I was up at my common time of 4:30 and since I had a lot of time, I drove into Forest Hills to the deli for my orange tree juice and buttered roll. Francois Jacob and I chatted for a spell as he served a few other customers. Then I drove back eastward toward Great Neck where I exited and ram toward the Perkins home. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year company for the stave. Rochelle had brought me just a few weeks ago, I thought at the clip to indicate me off to her friends. I made a u-turn past the home and parked about fifty dollar bill thou away facing the drive.

I relaxed and took out my copy of the New York Times and began to read through. I usually spent about ten proceedings skimming through the articles, but today I knew that I had an hr or Sir Thomas More. Thus, I was surprised when I saw Perkins run from the household with a distressed feel on his face. I had a revelation then ; Rochelle had sent him a text to tell him that I knew. It was only a thing of time before he was exposed. Actually, it was going to be a lot less time 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 patch he had vacated. A few second later I had pushed the doorbell. The door was actually open and I could see through the silver screen as Mrs. Perkins approached.

"Mrs. Perkins, I'm Dr. Michael Bellamy. We met a few 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 function of why I'm here. May I come in ? I have something I need to read you."She opened the threshold and led me to the living elbow room."Umm, are your tiddler nearby ?"

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

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

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Perkins. I doubt that you did anything to deserve this. I wanted to discourage you that my attorney will contact the control panel of Education later in the calendar week. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex-wife will be fired. You need to know the truth. I'm just sorry I had to be the one to recite you."

"I am upset, but not terribly surprised. Jon had quite the repute as a ladies'man when we were in college and this is the second gear relationship I know of since we've been married, so I'm guessing there have been to a greater extent that he got away with. This is the final examination straw so far as I'm concerned. He begged for pardon the last prison term and swore on his mother's grave accent that he'd never stray again."

"I spoke to my lawyer yesterday afternoon and he'll be glad to represent you and put it onto my bill. I can't see any reason 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 flame. I'm quite for certain that Rochelle has gotten in touch with him so he knows that I know. I told Rochelle Sunday afternoon that she could expect to be fired, so…. Are you going to be okay ?"

"Yes, I can make a motion back in with my parents. They love the tyke and they have told me many times that Jon would range again. I hate to have got to admit that they were right."

I stood and passed her Rob's card then thanked her for her time and left hand. In many ways this was much worse than telling a family that their loved one had expired. My patients were all seriously ill and dying was just around the nook. In this case the spousal relationship seemed to be alive and well. It really was a disgrace, but I'd want to eff if things were reversed.

> > > > > >

I drove to work, bucking the of late commuter train traffic, but arriving in plenty of time for my pre-surgery meeting with the team. I reviewed the process for tomorrow's surgery, concentrating on the patient's history and the possible problems that might turn out. I was please to see that Virgin Mary Catherine II was an active participant. All told the meeting took an time of day and we all stood and stretched before leaving the league elbow room."Mary Catherine the Great, 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 suffer you unite 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 shout out me Kate. You probably know that Irish Gaelic Catholics have a lot of daughters named ‘ Mary Something."There are three in my household 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 ok OR nursemaid I've ever worked with."It was true. Mary Catherine—Kate—was as sharp as a tack, often anticipating what I needed and having it available even before I called for it. It wasn't long before she was an inherent section of my team.

> > > > > >

I was working late on a Fri night of a week that had been too long due to two emergency brake operation thanks to two multi-vehicle automobile stroke in two days. I had spent four long days in surgery this week. It had been a profitable week, but I was totally beat.

I had just finished my last Medicare soma when the agency threshold opened."Kate, what the hell are you doing here so late ? You must feature something better to do on a Friday 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 word form in disgust."I swear…I must languish half a day completing these damned configuration every week. Thank God I'm done."

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

I smiled."I think I could address quintuplet Guys or McDonald's."

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

Accepting her hint, I drove us to a big seafood snack counter where they knew me and always moved me to the head of the ever-present demarcation. We missed the six o'clock rush by Sir Thomas More than an hour so we walked right in and took our seating, ordering iced tea before stepping up to the buffet. We started with low temperature boiled half-pint with spicy cocktail sauce, talking about our lives as we ate our way through the peewee, crab-stuffed mushrooms, and crabmeat legs.

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

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

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

Eighteen calendar month later

I pushed the market handcart out of the store, following my very meaning wife. Suddenly, I stopped with a lurch. Kate turned to ask,"What's the job, Michael ?"

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

"Excellent ! Let's go. I want a discussion with her."She strode off quickly with me struggling to hold open up. We were about fifteen feet behind Rochelle when Kate called her figure. Rochelle turned and looked up in muddiness until she saw me.

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

"Michelle, derive up here between us and stand next to the control panel truck where only Rochelle and I will be able-bodied to see you. Now, strike down your slack to your knees."

Obediently, I moved my deal to my left incline, working the push and pulling the zipper down."That's right, Rochelle—Michelle is wearing charwoman's slacks 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 realise out the lineation of my dark rap bra and my small breasts. Rochelle's mouth fell as my lacey pink panties, matching garter smash, and black stockings became visible.

"And, there's more, Rochelle. Check this out."She pulled my pantie down to shew the customs stainless-steel coop securely locked around my stopcock and balls."Okay, Michelle—you can get dressed now."I pulled my slacks up as Kate continued.

"You see, Rochelle—you were right about Michael's reading all of those account on-line. He identified very closely with those pathetically weak men. Your job was that you rammed all of your demands down his throat at one time. It was a showcase of too much -- too soon, what we call sensory overburden in the checkup field. Michael is naturally subservient, but he was also terrified. He'll never be real striver material. slave have no rightfulness. There are some things 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 dreaming of blissful meekness. That's why I will never cuckold on him or expose him to homoeroticism by making him give suck a devotee's cock.

He wears that batting cage every day, but I love his stopcock so much that he rarely goes more than two days before I make him fuck me until I can't stand. I have conditioned him to clobber me make clean after we make eff. Anything that comes out of his dick goes into his mouth and stomach. 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 slavish our first night together. What do men always want from us ?"

"To make love 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 fountainhead into my wet slit before taking him deep into my core. He didn't last too long the first time, but that was okay. Once we were done, I sidled up to range his face where I told him to eat me out—to fair me and to eat me to an orgasm. We repeated that twice that dark before falling asleep naked on top of the cover. I think Michael came three time that first night, 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 cock sucking, of course."

"Not even close ; he wanted me to jerk him off. A man who wants that is giving control of his sexual climax to his partner. I had a rotary motion in psych when I was studying for my RN so I knew immediately that he was slavish. That's more common than you might opine. Many high-powered executives—doctors, too—use submissiveness as a means of controlling their tension.

"I did jerk him off, but then I made him figure out my fingers clean. The following day I pulled him into the shower, telling him to kneel and open his sassing. ‘ I want to pee into your oral fissure,'I told him. ‘ Try to bury if you can. That's such a turn-on for me.'So, naturally, he did as I requested. Of form, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me three more than sentence that day and twice at work in his authority basin on Monday. By the time he took me back to my apartment to pick up some more clothes he was able to live with all of it. Now all I have to do is slide my pelvic arch forward and he's on my cunt in a fanfare. He sits between my peg, kissing and licking my thigh unless I give permit to cream and suck my cunt. I must give birth ten or twelve orgasms a day, although my record for a day is seventeen. I think we'll try to break that this weekend.

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

"I was given a formal letter of reprehension and when the other teachers 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 bonk ! But we never did anything in school. I was living with my friend Arianne then, but that wasn't a problem. He did both of us some dark. He had incredible stamina."

"What about your school principal ?"

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

"fountainhead, I'm sword lily you still have a job. Me…I'm happily unemployed people. Nice

meeting you and, thank you again."Kate turned then and pointed to her car. I turned our cart 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 sprightliness former than my oeuvre. At home I only had one responsibility—to celebrate her happy. She did everything else. My accent level and my line of descent pressure dropped. She was strict, but fairish, punishing me only when I did something stupid or muddy or inconsiderate.

On those occasions she striped my bottom with my belt. Once my penalisation was done, she put it behind her. She always applied a soothing application to my red butt as I lay across her lap. To show my contrition I always slipped between her legs to either learn her piss or drive her crazy with climax after orgasm.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my life was perfect. I had a bang-up high-paying stead and a rewarding professional lifetime. At home I had a beautiful aphrodisiac married woman who loved me and showed it every day through her domination and control of me. I was putty in her custody and I wouldn't want it any other way .