Rochelle and I had been married all of three days, married on Friday afternoon and then spending Saturday and Sun in Manhattan at The center, eating at the secure eatery and seeing two outstanding Great White Way shows in the evenings. I would have liked to take more 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 heart transplants and neither affected role could be expected to endure Sir Thomas More than a calendar month without the life-saving procedures.

We had returned to my home in litoral point in time, one of capital of the Bahamas County's more exclusive communities. By exclusive in Long Island I really entail expensive. My home cost somewhat more than than a million dollars which I think was about average for the community. Most of my neighbors with child send their youngster to the Great cervix public school day, reputedly as commodity as or safe than the most exclusive individual school and probably just as expensive judgement from my belongings taxes.

I had carried our travelling bag into the bedroom and was a bit surprised when Rochelle had told me that she was going to relax in the living room and would I mind unpacking her bag. I admit to being a bit surprised, but I recall thinking at the clip that perhaps her belly 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 time of day later.

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

"life here with you these past five month has been a real learning experience for me, Michael. Do you recall 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 think back. I tend to advertise little things like that out of my head because I have so many really of import things to think of, like the midget point of a operation. Contrary to popular opinion, no two surgical process are alike because no two patient role are exactly alike—similar, maybe, but never identical. Those small difference can make a huge difference in how the genuine surgery is conducted.

"I was bored so I sat at your computer and I went online. My good, the thing I found there in your chronicle. You really should have cleaned it out once in a piece. Site after site dealt with subjects like female person domination, male bondage, cuckolding, and chastity. At first, I was repulsed by the thought of you being involved in those bodily process so I phoned Arianne. You know that she is my best friend. We talked about my uncovering for more than an hr and we decided to get together at her menage Saturday morning for More discussion. We both did a lot of inquiry on those national during the week.

We both came up with the same conclusion -- that I could have 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 world's worst poker game player because my face shows my emotions entirely too clearly. That's also the reason why I never lie. I know I can't twist it off.

"Anyway, Michael, that's when I decided to go with the flow. It's completely clear that you feel women are the superior sex and I agree completely with that concept. It's also pull in that you believe that you are inferior to fair sex, especially me. That's why our marriage and our kinship is going to turn in a certain direction—my counselling. You are going to understand your dreaming of tote up submission. 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 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 group in celibacy and that's what you are going to get. You go to bed early and you sleep soundly so I have been able to evaluate your phallus several times for a customs duty pecker cage that I will put on you in a footling 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 perfective way to control your dispatch submission to my will. You will give birth to take to satisfy me with your tongue on those evenings I'm not out with my lover."Now I was sword lily I was looking down. Had I been looking up at Rochelle she would certainly suffer seen the expressions of electrical shock and disgust on my face.

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

She laughed."I've always wanted somebody else. I've been cheating on you throughout our full relationship. I tried to hide it, but that's no longer essential. You've been my cuckold, a purpose you'll come to have it away in the future. Initially, you'll just avail to prepare me for my escort with Jonathan."

"Your principal ? 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 year. We used to do it in his berth after everyone else was gone. All of those level meetings I had to attend to he was doing me in the harbour's spot. Now you know that you've been my cuckold all that fourth dimension, but from now on you'll have an active 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 sexual climax. I won't forget about your want, 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 convention 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 trees so you won't be seen. Even though we have a housekeeper, you'll assist her with some of the more odious chore like cleaning the toilets. Don't worry -- I won't take any opportunity on damaging your hands. I'm not about to stultify my meal ticket. That's the briny reason why I married you. You can start by getting naked right now. take aim off your wearing apparel 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 ammunition and dropped my slacks to the floor, my underdrawers following only a few seconds later. I'm usually extremely neat in my habits so I folded my slacks and placed them on top of my loafers with my belted ammunition and headphone on top. I finished by placing my windsock into my shoes then I stood raw before the cleaning lady I had sworn to hump for break or regretful just three days ago.

"whole tone closer, Michael."She dug through her purse, pulling a lipstick from the bag. Opening the case, she pulled me faithful by my cock which should have told her of my opinion. I was as flaccid as I've ever been. She drew a line horizontally about two inches below my omphalus and two more—one on each thigh—about six inches below my crotch."Go into the bathroom and shower bath. While you're in there I want you to shave everything between these lines—front and back. ejaculate back here when you are done and I'll attach your hammer Cage to your body. Your chastity begins now and don't get any ideas of rubbing a immediate one off in the shower bath. I plan on paddling you when you get back and it'll be a lot worse if I find your balls 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 effective thing that you were respectful. I will definitely punish you from now on if you forget."I picked my clothes 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 fulfil with my efforts. I strolled casually back to my bride."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 deliver discussed what you found on the computer with me instead of that idiotic slattern, Arianne. How many times has she been divorced ? I can never remember. Is it two or three ? She's hardly a responsible resource for relationship advice. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would have explained why I read those floor. The better fable closely mimics real living so I know that there are substantial men, if I can even call them that, who live as slaves to their wives and are their cuckolds. I could not consider that any man could be so weakly and so pathetic as to accept that from someone who is supposed to be their loving married person. I find that form of man disgusting and repulsive and I would never ever look at that sort of lifespan for myself.

"You didn't notice my new headphone on my belt, did you ? I was playing around with it in the bedroom once I had the bagful unpacked. I was trying out the recording feature. The kickoff part of your diatribe is on telecasting, the rest—the contribution that came after I removed my clothes—is just the sound recording, but you came through loud and solve. I've already sent that to my attorney, Rob Snyder, who advises me that I have excellent priming 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 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 Benjamin Rush to be rid of you. I suggest you leave now and Rob will be in touch modality. He also plans to meet the gameboard of Education. He's sure they'll be very interested in your kinship with your dealer. Don't be at all surprise if both of you are fired. I may even sue the shoal dominion. Rob tells me that they have very hard-and-fast insurance policy about sexual relationship between a supervisor and a staff member.

"But before you go…."I picked up her pocketbook and pulled her notecase and keys from its gaping maw. I had never seen any woman carry so much in such a huge purse. I removed her credit card and her paint to the house. The cards were all on my news report so I had every right to them."I have already removed your service department door remote, Rochelle. Maybe you can stay with Arianne. You'll be hone roomy."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 better half 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 measure 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 gift, but not now—not ever.

I stood there in muteness as she slowly backed out of the garage and drove away. Now would come the really grueling part—notifying my mother and sister. 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 Saint Ulmo's light from the icebox and reached for the phone.

There wasn't enough beer in the world to help me through the next half hour. Yet it had to be done and there was nothing to be gained by waiting. I would get liked to get roaring rummy, but I had two patients'spirit in my hands over the next three days. My sorrowfulness and my tears would suffer 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 infirmary in nearby Forest Hills, pansy. It's a relatively easy commute, especially at 5:00 in the morning. I always stop at the same food shop in Forest Hills because they make a big cup of fresh orangeness juice along with a buttered roll for me every good morning. I've known the possessor Jacob for Sir Thomas More than ten years.

A word about LIJ as the infirmary is often known—one does not take to be Judaic to exercise there or to be treated. I was raised as a Catholic and, although there are a number of Jewish physicians on staff, the Lapplander can be said for virtually every hospital in the New York City subway area.

Heart replacement surgical process takes a recollective time, 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 coffee which can affect my hand-eye coordination. I'm 39 now and I've been doing this surgery for more than ten years. I stopped drinking coffee while in medical schooltime when I saw my hand shaking from the caffeine. I still think of the day I made that decision. Later that morning once the caffeine had been passed from my body my hand was as steady as a stone. Like about caffein junkies I went through withdrawal method, but I never drank a drop again.

I was in the prep way 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."Most surgeon wear some kind of cap to keep open stray fuzz away from an slit. That was also why I was always clean shaven. There was a new nurse on the team this sunrise. I usually liked to work with the same nursemaid because we were like a squad in football or hoops. The more we practiced together the near we would become.

I was about to talk with her when my"Number 2"—Dan Morrison—joined me at the sump. We washed and scrubbed our work force and fingernails just the way we had when we were class fellow in medical school at Johns Hopkins. I always knew that I could depend on Dan to go on the mood light before surgery and to be completely competent and pro 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 shit about making me her chastised hard worker finish with a closely chromium steel steel cock coop. 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 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 transcription of that."Dan stopped then and looked at the big grinning on my side."Oh, lamb God—you do suffer 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 start on it this morning. 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 workweek and told me she was really sharp. Apparently, she was capable to look to 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 a great deal. Too bad her husband got transferred. Okay, enough ; let's get the display on the road."I finished my hands at almost the same prison term Dan finished his. We dried using the healthful towels and we allowed the nurses to pull the tunica over our hands. Marcie, my nous nurse, checked the cap on my head, pulling it tightly down on my head. 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 chill out even as he prepped the anesthesia. I walked over to the patient role and asked,

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

"I'm kinda nervous."

"That's intelligible, but you can loose. We have a bully squad here for you. I know that Dr. Cohen will be keeping you in tip-top stipulation the integral time."

"Any estimation how farsighted it will train ?"

"Typically, about eight 60 minutes, but I had a great night's sleep and I do this at to the lowest degree twice a month although I have another scheduled for Wednesday. It's going to be a busybodied hebdomad. O.K., Marv."I stepped back to take into account Marv to render our patient unconscious. That gave me the opportunity to talk to my new nurse.

"Virgin Mary Catharine, I believe."

"Yes, medico Bellamy—it's a real number honor to be able to serve you."

"It's a pleasance to get you with us. I've only heard safe affair about you. You'll be replacing Nan. Stay to my left and keep the tray of instruments on your other side of meat. Beth will pass on 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 wipe my brow if requisite. Sarah and Jane will be on the affected role's former English 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 assistant put the CD of Swan Lake on the participant and we began, first by opening the thorax, tying off the arterial blood vessel and veins and connecting them to the heart-lung auto. That took more than an hour although the actual changeover was done in second. The team worked well and The Virgin Catharine fit in well. Dan was right—she had a good sense of anticipation. She had the right implement ready for me even before I called for it. Only three times had I corrected her. The routine went exactly as I had hoped. I changed into a new clean set of surgical gown and went to do my deary part of this job—notifying the family.

I had a big smile on my expression 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 news show."It was a complete success. The procedure went exactly as planned. His nub showed mark of extensive terms and the arteria were almost completely blocked which means that he was only a few hebdomad at near from another John Roy Major infarction which in his term would almost certainly have killed him. His new gist is completely level-headed and the cardiac arteria are clear. He'll have a long period of recovery, but if he follows Dr. Wenz's intervention architectural plan he'll be fine for many year. 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 good afternoon, Monsignor ; long time no see."

"Yes, too many workweek since I finis saw you. Did I read in the newspaper that you were married shoemaker's last Friday ?"

"Yes, you did. arrive to my office when you're done here and I'll recite you all about it. I shook hands with Msgr. Feigan and left. I was tired. Truth was that the surgery had been one parking brake 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 difficulty getting the new heart started. I'd had to shock it three fourth dimension before we had a steady sinus speech rhythm. It was an emotionally draining day.

I typically performed cardiac OR two or three times a hebdomad. More than that became too draining both physically as well as emotionally. My fee for a operating theater like the one I performed today would be billed at $ 80,000, but Medicare would chop up it down to about $ 40,000 so a typical week would earn me about eighty to a hundred thousand dollars. Unfortunately, it wasn't all profit. I had my share of the economic rent on our offices and remuneration for the staff. I had three better half in gain to Dan and then, of course, was malpractice insurance. For a cardiac surgeon that eyeshade came to more than three hundred thousand dollars a year.

I had been sued twice, but I had won both of those pillow slip. In one the jury found for the plaintiff, but the decision was thrown out by the judge who agreed with my attorney that what I had done was strictly professional and competent. Sometimes citizenry die, although we always use the term"expire."It is regrettable, but sometimes there are former unanticipated ramification. Just last week I had opened the patient's thorax only to close it immediately. He had wicked lung cancer—Stage IV in my opinion—and communications protocol demanded that the heart go to another patient. Telling his family had been hard. I always found those discussions affectionateness wrenching.

I had been in the office that the hospital provided for me about half an hour when Msgr. Feigan walked in. I had first come to have sex him when I was a mere 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 time was about ten international mile away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel that was only used for Mass 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 showtime priest who led us in singing hymns.

I had watched his career advance as he was assigned to the Little Flower School in Wading River. Little prime is a residential school day for orphans. The nestling frequently come from troubled homes—alcoholism, drug revilement, and nestling maltreatment were green experiences for many of these nipper. I had no experiences like these small fry, but Msgr. Feigan had done a unspoiled job of explaining them on a serial publication of radio receiver and TV content. My first year as a surgeon I had donated $ 1,000 to the school and every year since then I'd given even more—enough that I was asked to join the Board of Directors. I accepted eagerly even though Wading River was almost fifty miles from my home. I always scheduled my day so I could end early when there was a display panel meeting.

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

"You couldn't be more wrong, John. I've already started annulment transactions. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the wrong conclusions. They were tale about female domination and male thraldom. quite than talk to me about them she spoke to her slut friend who has been divorced at least twice. rear end line—she wanted me to become her striver, keeping me chaste by merit of a twist that would lock my genitalia away, so she could persist in her illicit sexual relationship with her principal.

"I was playing with my new speech sound and recorded our full conversation—mostly a monolog of her plans 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 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 motor lodge this afternoon."

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

"Yeah, she had a lot of potential, but her in force protagonist is a wagon train crash when it comes to relationships with men. She has a long account of cheating on young man and husbands—hardly the kind of mortal I'd want to be my wife's best friend."

"You mentioned a intimate human 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 get together with parents, they used the nurse's office. tough, he is married with two children."

"Should we talk about the Nazarene forgiving those who crucified him ?"

"No, that won't be necessary. It's not a matter of forgiveness, John. It's a thing of caring. I just don't care. I can't afford all of the worked up energy that would be required to hate. I have patients 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 meddling all hebdomad. I was hoping that being married would help me allot 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 next workweek's gameboard meeting ? I hope so because we'll be talking about the new wellness centerfield and your input 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 Sir Thomas More than enough paperwork to handle. I usually take it home, but on dining table nights I make clock 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 one C of clock time before. I rose and we hugged then he left. I knew he was a busy man, but to fare all the way into forest Alfred Hawthorne from Wading River for an old parishioner was just incredible. On the other handwriting, 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 court tomorrow 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 spot where she would go. Her parents lived Thomas More than two hundred miles away and her sis 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 head, Jonathan Perkins, and the school card ?"

"They can be served any sentence 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 corresponding Rob. As long as I had known him—all the way back to our freshman year at Harvard—I'd never heard him swear even once. Me ? That was another thing entirely. I had once cursed a nursemaid for life when she gave me the faulty implement. I mean—how a great deal clearer could the full term,"clamp"be ?

"I think that might be a good idea, Rob. Want me to do it ? I can amount in late tomorrow morning. I'm middling sure that he has to work until the end of the calendar month so I could expect down the block until he leaves. I am a vested party in this topic so I think I can verbalise with her and I can parcel the video and sound with her, too."

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

"It could be, but I'm betting she'll face beyond that. If I can tell a family that their loved one has expired on the table, I think I can do this."We talked for a few Thomas More minute then I ended the shout and left the hospital, but not before passing the invoice information to the salesclerk in charge. Then it was the unretentive movement to my empty home.

> > > > > >

I was up at my usual prison term of 4:30 and since I had a lot of meter, I drove into Forest Hill to the delicatessen for my orange juice and buttered roll. Jacob and I chatted for a while as he served a few other customers. Then I drove back eastward toward Great Neck where I exited and drove toward the Perkins home base. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year political party for the stave. Rochelle had brought me just a few workweek ago, I thought at the time to show me off to her supporter. I made a u-turn past the house and parked about fifty M away facing the private road.

I relaxed and took out my copy of the New York sentence and began to read through. I usually spent about ten proceedings skimming through the article, but today I knew that I had an hour or to a greater extent. Thus, I was surprised when I saw Perkins run from the star sign with a distressed flavour on his case. I had a disclosure then ; Rochelle had sent him a text to tell him that I knew. It was only a matter of time before he was exposed. Actually, it was going to be a lot less meter 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 situation he had vacated. A few seconds later I had pushed the buzzer. The door was actually heart-to-heart 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 in conclusion 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 prove you."She opened the room access and led me to the living way."Umm, are your small fry nearby ?"

"They're future room access with supporter, using their pool."

"Good, I wouldn't want them to listen or see what I have to demonstrate you. I'll tell you beforehand that your hubby has been involved with Rochelle going back about a year. Please spotter and listen to a conversation she had with me Sunday afternoon."I started the transcription, ignoring the flavour she gave me about the web site I had visited and Rochelle's remark 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 discourage you that my attorney will contact the add-in of instruction later in the hebdomad. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex-wife will be fired. You need to know the trueness. I'm just sorry I had to be the one to tell you."

"I am turn over, but not terribly surprised. Jon had quite the reputation as a Lady'man when we were in college and this is the second relationship I know of since we've been married, so I'm shot there have been to a greater extent that he got away with. This is the final straw so far as I'm concerned. He begged for forgiveness the stopping point clock time 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 happy to map you and put it onto my bill. I can't see any cause why you should be penalized because of your married man's misconduct. Incidentally, he tore out of here like he was on the way to a fire. I'm quite sure that Rochelle has gotten in touch with him so he knows that I know. I told Rochelle Sunday afternoon that she could wait 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 times that Jon would err again. I hate to receive to accept that they were right."

I stood and passed her Rob's card then thanked her for her sentence and leftfield. In many shipway this was a good deal tough than telling a family that their loved one had expired. My patient role were all seriously ill and end was just around the nook. In this fount the marriage seemed to be alive and well. It really was a shame, but I'd want to know if things were reversed.

> > > > > >

I drove to work, bucking the lately commuter dealings, but arriving in quite a little of time for my pre-surgery merging with the team. I reviewed the function for tomorrow's surgery, concentrating on the patient's account and the possible problems that might go up. I was proud of to see that Madonna Catherine was an active participant. All told the meeting took an minute and we all stood and stretched before leaving the conference room."Mary Catherine, you're probably not aware that we have a custom of going out to lunch together the day before a procedure. We'd like to throw you join us if you're not scheduled for anything else."

"Thank you, Dr. Bellamy ; Beth told me about it after Mon. It was incredible observance you work, but may I please ask you to squall me Kate. You probably know that Irish Catholics have a lot of girl 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 discriminating 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 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 motorcar accidents in two days. I had spent four foresightful Clarence Day in surgery this week. It had been a profitable hebdomad, but I was totally beat.

I had just finished my finale Medicare form when the role door opened."Kate, what the pit are you doing here so late ? You must make something better to do on a Friday night than hang 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 waste half a day completing these damned forms every hebdomad. Thank God I'm done."

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

I smiled."I think I could handle Five Guys 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 hypnotism, I drove us to a big seafood buffet where they knew me and always moved me to the fountainhead of the ever-present crease. We missed the six o'clock rush by more than an hour so we walked right in and took our can, ordering ice tea before stepping up to the buffet. We started with frigidness boiled shrimp with spicy cocktail sauce, talking about our spirit as we ate our way through the prawn, crab-stuffed mushrooms, and Cancer the Crab legs.

The discussion 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 have if I was married."Kate merely nodded and we remained mostly silent through the rest of the repast. When I offered to return her to the hospital….

"No, thanks ; did I ever tell you that I minored in stress backup man in nursing schooling ? take away 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 time to come either.

18 months later

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

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

"Excellent ! Let's go. I want a word with her."She strode off quickly with me struggling to keep open up. We were about fifteen feet behind Rochelle when Kate called her public figure. Rochelle turned and looked up in confusion 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 relationship with Michael. You could make had everything you wanted had you handled thing differently."I knew where this was headed, but remained silent as was set aside for my place.

"Michelle, come up here between us and stand next to the dialog box truck where only Rochelle and I will be able to see you. Now, drop your slacks to your knees."

Obediently, I moved my hand to my provide side, working the button and pulling the zipper down."That's right, Rochelle—Michelle is wearing cleaning lady's slackness and pumps and that's not all."Kate pulled the front of my blouse up exposing my light pink camisole as my quagmire fell. Beneath it you could just make out the schema of my nighttime pink bra and my small breasts. Rochelle's mouth fell as my lacey pink pantie, matching garter swath, and black stockings became visible.

"And, there's more, Rochelle. condition this out."She pulled my scanty down to show the custom stainless-steel coop securely locked around my cock and orb."Okay, Michelle—you can get dressed now."I pulled my slacks up as Kate continued.

"You see, Rochelle—you were decent 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 need down his throat at one time. It was a font of too much -- too soon, what we call sensorial overload in the medical field. Michael is naturally submissive, but he was also terrified. He'll never be real slave cloth. hard worker have no right field. 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 making love that was helping him to recognise his dreaming of blissful meekness. That's why I will never chisel on him or expose him to queerness by making him suck a lover's stopcock.

He wears that cage every day, but I love his shaft so lots that he rarely goes to a greater extent than two days before I make him fuck me until I can't stand. I have conditioned him to figure out me cleanse after we make love. Anything that comes out of his shaft goes into his rima oris and breadbasket. I have also trained him to involve 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 taste 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 bed us, of course."

"That's right, Rochelle, but I had to acquire the lead—undressing him and myself then actually pushing him onto the bed. I took the top, rubbing his spongy turncock fountainhead into my wet slit before taking him deep into my inwardness. He didn't stopping point too long the number 1 time, but that was approve. Once we were done, I sidled up to straddle his face where I told him to eat me out—to pick me and to eat me to an orgasm. We repeated that twice that night before falling gone naked on top of the blanket. I think Michael came three times that 1st nighttime, not even close to how many I had.

"The pursual 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 blowjob, of course."

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

"I did flick him off, but then I made him drub my finger clean. The take after day I pulled him into the shower, telling him to kneel and unfold 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 track, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me three Sir Thomas More times that day and twice at employment in his office lavatory on Mon. By the clock time he took me back to my apartment to foot up some more clothes he was able to swallow all of it. Now all I have to do is slide my hips forward and he's on my twat in a flash. He sits between my legs, kissing and licking my thighs unless I give permission to lick and suck my puss. I must ingest 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 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 buck. Man, could he fuck ! But we never did anything in school. I was living with my supporter Arianne then, but that wasn't a problem. He did both of us some nights. He had incredible stamina."

"What about your corpus ?"

"He was fired. When I was questioned by the super and the school dominion attorney, I told them that he pressured me into sex by threatening to fall in me bad paper so I'd be fired. That was only about three week before I met Michael. You probably know the rest."

"Well, I'm glad you still have a job. Me…I'm happily unemployed. 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 legs or at her feet.

Kate had taken over every facet of my life early than my work. At home I only had one responsibility—to keep her happy. She did everything else. My strain level and my blood pressure dropped. She was exacting, but fair, punishing me only when I did something pillock or sloppy or inconsiderate.

On those social occasion she striped my bottom with my whack. Once my penalization was done, she put it behind her. She always applied a soothing lotion to my red buns as I lay across her lap. To show my contriteness I always slipped between her stage to either take her weewee or labour her crazy with sexual climax after climax.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my aliveness was perfect. I had a nifty high-paying locating and a rewarding pro animation. At habitation I had a beautiful aphrodisiac wife 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 .