Rochelle and I had been married all of three years, married on Friday afternoon and then disbursal Saturday and William Ashley Sunday in Manhattan at The center, eating at the best eating house and seeing two outstanding Broadway shows in the evenings. I would give liked to take more clock time off for a proper honeymoon, but we had gotten married more quickly—her idea—than I had planned and I had two operating room planned that could not be postponed. Both were heart transplants and neither patient could be expected to live more than a month without the life-saving procedures.

We had returned to my house in Sands compass point, one of Nassau County's more sole communities. By exclusive in Long Island I really mean expensive. My house price somewhat more than a million buck which I think was about ordinary for the community. Most of my neighbors with nestling send their small fry to the Great Neck world schools, reputedly as adept as or in effect than the most single private schooling and probably just as expensive judging from my place taxes.

I had carried our suitcases 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 take care unpacking her bag. I admit to being a bit surprised, but I recall thinking at the time that perhaps her venter was acting up or maybe she was getting her stop. Either way it wasn't that big a deal 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 verbalise with me although her factual lyric were"speak to me."I understood why a few min later when she told me to sit on the floor between her legs.

"sustenance here with you these past five months has been a real erudition experience for me, Michael. Do you come back about five hebdomad ago when schooling was closed because of a big blizzard ? You had to go to the hospital, but I was here all day alone."I thought for a moment before I did remember. I tend to bear on little affair like that out of my fountainhead because I have so many really crucial affair to recall of, like the tiniest particular of a operating theater. reverse to popular judgement, no two surgery are alike because no two patient role are exactly alike—similar, maybe, but never identical. Those small differences can make water a huge difference in how the actual surgery is conducted.

"I was bored so I sat at your computer and I went online. My goodness, the things I found there in your chronicle. You really should birth cleaned it out once in a while. internet site after site dealt with bailiwick like distaff mastery, male slaveholding, cuckolding, and sexual abstention. At first, I was repulsed by the thought of you being involved in those activities so I phoned Arianne. You know that she is my best ally. We talked about my discovery for more than an minute and we decided to get together at her menage Sat morning for more give-and-take. We both did a lot of research on those subjects during the workweek.

We both came up with the same conclusion -- that I could make this employment 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 saying on my face. I've been told that I am the world's worst poker 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 clear that you feel fair sex are the higher-up sex and I agree completely with that concept. It's also clear that you believe that you are inferior to women, especially me. That's why our matrimony and our relationship is going to turn in a certain direction—my direction. You are going to realize your ambition 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 enough I will hold to especially while I am training you in your new role as my slave.

"I have enjoyed making erotic love 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 to measure your phallus various sentence for a customs cock cage that I will put on you in a piddling while. I'm sure you'll find it quite tight and impossible to get an erecting without feeling a lot of painful sensation. I believe it will be stark for me—the perfect way to ensure your arrant compliance to my will. You will have to learn to meet me with your tongue on those evening 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 receive seen the formula of jolt and disgust on my face.

"We just got marital Rochelle, and now you want soul else."

She laughed."I've always wanted someone else. I've been cheating on you throughout our intact relationship. I tried to veil it, but that's no longer necessary. You've been my cuckold, a function you'll come to do it in the hereafter. Initially, you'll just help to cook me for my dates 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 agency after everyone else was gone. All of those evening encounter I had to attend he was doing me in the nurse's office. Now you know that you've been my cuckold all that time, but from now on you'll have an dynamic theatrical role as my cuckold. I'll expect you to eat me out after my date 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 calendar week, but only if you are completely obedient. If you're not, well…use your imagination.

"Oh, yeah—there will be a few rule for you while you are at home base. 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 execrable tasks like cleaning the toilets. Don't worry -- I won't take any chances on damaging your workforce. I'm not about to cripple my repast tag. That's the primary reason why I married you. You can start by getting nude right now. get off your clothes and pile them neatly under the table."

So far I had found this"conversation"to be extremely enlightening so I stood, removed my shirt, opened my belt and dropped my mire to the floor, my boxers following only a few sec later. I'm usually extremely neat in my habits so I folded my slackness and placed them on top of my bum with my belt and phone on top. I finished by placing my socks into my shoes then I stood defenseless before the womanhood I had sworn to make out for better or worse just three days ago.

"footfall closer, Michael."She dug through her purse, pulling a lipstick from the bag. Opening the font, she pulled me closer by my cock which should possess told her of my feelings. I was as flaccid as I've ever been. She drew a channel horizontally about two inches below my navel and two more—one on each thigh—about six inches below my genitals."Go into the bathroom and cascade. While you're in there I want you to shave everything between these lines—front and back. cum back here when you are done and I'll attach your cock cage to your consistence. Your celibacy begins now and don't get any ideas of rubbing a quick one off in the shower. I plan on paddling you when you get back and it'll be a lot uncollectible if I find your orchis evacuate. Now go and I expect you to hurry."

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

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

I was extremely fussy 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 fuck ? Why are you dressed ? Oh, you are going to get it and good."

"I don't think so, Rochelle. You really should have discussed what you found on the computer with me instead of that idiotic slut, Arianne. How many times has she been divorced ? I can never remember. Is it two or three ? She's hardly a responsible for resource for relationship advice. Had you mentioned what you had found to me I would suffer explained why I read those stories. The considerably fiction closely mimic real liveliness so I know that there are real men, if I can even prognosticate them that, who live as slave to their wives and are their cuckolds. I could not believe that any man could be so sapless and so poor as to accept that from individual who is supposed to be their loving mate. I find that kind of man disgusting and repulsive and I would never ever believe that kind of life for myself.

"You didn't observation my new sound on my whang, did you ? I was playing around with it in the sleeping accommodation once I had the cup of tea unpacked. I was trying out the recording feature of speech. The first part of your fulmination is on TV, 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 curtilage for an repeal. 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 property are in your car. I have to admit that I wasn't too careful doing it since I was in a true rush to be rid of you. I suggest you leave now and Rob will be in touch. He also plans to touch the Board of Education. He's sure they'll be very concern in your relationship with your head teacher. Don't be at all surprised if both of you are fired. I may even sue the school district. Rob tells me that they have very strict policies about sexual relationships between a executive program and a staff member.

"But before you go…."I picked up her purse and pulled her notecase and samara from its gaping maw. I had never seen any char carry so much in such a huge pocketbook. I removed her credit cards and her paint to the house. The wit were all on my accounts so I had every right to them."I have already removed your garage door remote control, Rochelle. Maybe you can stay with Arianne. You'll be thoroughgoing roommates."You're both idiotic losers. Now go and don't come back."I helped the offend womanhood -- the one I had hoped would be my married person through life -- and led her to the garage. I opened the door for her and helped her into the car. She had driven the Same musical rhythm 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 talent, but not now—not ever.

I stood there in secretiveness as she slowly backed out of the garage and motor away. Now would follow the really surd 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 St. Elmo's fire from the refrigerator and reached for the headphone.

There wasn't enough beer in the universe to help me through the next one-half 60 minutes. Yet it had to be done and there was nothing to be gained by waiting. I would have liked to get roaring drunkard, but I had two patients'life in my script over the next three days. My sorrow and my binge would have to wait.

> > > > > >

I always go to bed early—by 9:00. Why ? Because I also have to get up early—at 4:30 -- for my driveway to Long Island Jewish hospital in nearby Forest pitcher's mound, Queens. It's a relatively gentle commute, especially at 5:00 in the morning. I always stop at the same deli in woods pitcher's mound because they make a big cup of newly orange juice along with a buttered roll for me every break of day. I've known the possessor Francois Jacob for more than ten years.

A word 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 bit of Jewish medico on staff, the Sami can be said for virtually every hospital in the New York city subway area.

Heart renewal surgery takes a retentive time, starting with connecting the affected role to the heart-lung car, so I always start at 6:00 a.m. I'm well rested and I never drink coffee which can strike my hand-eye coordination. I'm 39 now and I've been doing this surgery for more than ten age. I stopped drinking coffee berry while in medical school when I saw my hand shaking from the caffeine. I still remember the day I made that decisiveness. Later that break of day once the caffein had been passed from my organic structure my hand was as steady as a rock. Like well-nigh caffeine junkie I went through pulling out, 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 clothes,"into my scrubs and what I laughingly referred to as my"do-rag."almost surgeons wear some kind of cap to prevent range hair away from an prick. That was also why I was always clean shaven. There was a new nanny on the team this morning. I usually liked to do work with the same nurses because we were like a team in football or basketball game. The more we practiced together the better we would go.

I was about to verbalise with her when my"issue 2"—Dan Morrison—joined me at the swallow hole. We washed and scrubbed our hands and fingernails just the way we had when we were classmates in checkup schooling at Johns Hopkins. I always knew that I could depend on Dan to keep the temper light before surgical operation and to be completely competent and professional person during."So, Mike—how's married life-time 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 knuckle down complete with a tight stainless steel cock cage. She found some stuff I was reading online and drew the improper close. Rather than talk it over with me she went to her champion 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 recording of that."Dan stopped then and looked at the big smile on my face."Oh, dear God—you do have it recorded. No wonder you're considering annulment."

"I'm not considering, Dan. I phoned my lawyer Rob Snyder yesterday good afternoon and sent the recording—part of it is video—and he told me he'd scratch line on it this daybreak. I kicked her out and suggested she rest 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 nurse ?"

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

"I'm going to miss Nan -- hopefully not too practically. Too bad her married man got transferred. O.K., enough ; let's get the show on the road."I finished my hands at almost the Saami time Dan finished his. We dried using the sanitary towels and we allowed the nanny to pull the tunics over our hands. Marcie, my head nanny, checked the cap on my head teacher, pulling it tightly down on my head. We gloved up and I backed through the room access to the operating room.

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

"How are you this break of the day, Mr. Jameson, fix to get your new heart ?"

"I'm kinda nervous."

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

"Any estimation how long it will subscribe to ?"

"Typically, about eight minute, but I had a great night's sopor and I do this at least twice a month although I have another scheduled for Wednesday. It's going to be a engaged workweek. okeh, Marv."I stepped back to allow Marv to depict our patient unconscious. That gave me the opportunity to address to my new nurse.

"Virgin Mary Catharine, I believe."

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

"It's a pleasure to take in you with us. I've only heard good things about you. You'll be replacing Nan. stop to my leftfield and keep the tray of instruments on your other side of meat. Beth will cave in you switch as soon as you give one to me. That's how we've always worked and that's how we've always been successful. Beth will also wipe my hilltop if requirement. 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 operating surgeon mood. There was only me and the patient. Our non-sterile assistant put the CD of Swan Lake on the role player and we began, first by opening the chest, tying off the arteria and veins and connecting them to the heart-lung machine. That took more than an minute although the actual conversion was done in arcsecond. The squad worked well and Virgin Mary Catharine fit in well. Dan was right—she had a adept sense of prediction. She had the right implement ready for me even before I called for it. Only three time had I corrected her. The procedure went exactly as I had hoped. I changed into a new strip set of scrubs and went to do my preferent part of this job—notifying the family.

I had a big smiling on my aspect when I entered the wait room. Not only was Mrs. Jameson there, but both girl and their husbands and their parish priest who I had known for many yr. Mrs. Jameson cried tears of joy when I gave her the news."It was a complete success. The routine went exactly as planned. His heart showed signs of extensive damage and the arterial blood vessel were almost completely blocked which means that he was only a few weeks at most from another major infarct which in his circumstance would almost certainly have killed him. His new pith is completely healthy and the cardiac arteria are clear. He'll have a long period of convalescence, but if he follows Dr. Wenz's treatment architectural plan he'll be ok for many days. Just don't allow him to smoke—not even a individual 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 ; recollective time no see."

"Yes, too many weeks since I live on saw you. Did I read in the newsprint that you were married concluding Friday ?"

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

I typically performed cardiac surgery two or three time a workweek. 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 workweek would earn me about LXXX to a hundred thousand dollar. Unfortunately, it wasn't all net. I had my percentage of the snag on our offices and earnings for the staff. I had three spouse in addition to Dan and then, of course, was malpractice policy. For a cardiac surgeon that government note came to more than three hundred thousand dollars a year.

I had been sued twice, but I had won both of those slip. In one the jury found for the plaintiff, but the decision was thrown out by the justice who agreed with my attorney that what I had done was strictly master and competent. Sometimes multitude die, although we always use the term"expire."It is regrettable, but sometimes there are other unforeseen ramification. Just last week I had opened the patient's chest only to shut down it immediately. He had severe lung cancer—Stage IV in my opinion—and communications protocol demanded that the fondness go to another patient. Telling his sept had been hard. I always found those discussions heart wrenching.

I had been in the agency that the infirmary provided for me about half an hr when Msgr. Feigan walked in. I had first come to know him when I was a bare tyke. My parents had a bungalow in Shoreham on the North shoring of Long Island dating back to 1948. The tightlipped catholic Christian church at the clock time was about ten international mile away in n Wading River, but there was a chapel service that was only used for Mass at ten o'clock on Billy Sunday morning. Father Feigan started saying plenty there when I was dozen. I liked him immediately. He was personable and he was the first priest who led us in singing hymns.

I had watched his calling advance as he was assigned to the Little peak School in Wading River. Little Flower is a residential schooltime for orphans. The small fry frequently come from troubled homes—alcoholism, drug abuse, and baby vilification were common experiences for many of these kids. I had no experiences like these kids, but Msgr. Feigan had done a dear job of explaining them on a series of radio set and TV messages. My first-class honours degree twelvemonth as a surgeon I had donated $ 1,000 to the schoolhouse and every year since then I'd given even more—enough that I was asked to link up 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 Board meeting.

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

"You couldn't be more amiss, St. John. I've already started annulment legal proceeding. Rochelle found some sites I had visited online and drew the wrong ending. They were stories about female domination and manly slavery. Rather than talk of the town to me about them she spoke to her adulteress friend who has been divorced at to the lowest degree twice. merchantman line—she wanted me to become her slave, keeping me chaste by virtue of a device that would lock my private parts away, so she could extend her illicit sexual relationship with her principal.

"I was playing with my new phone and recorded our entire 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 stipulation so I packed all of her clothes and personal event into her car and threw her out. That was yesterday good afternoon. I believe the papers were due to be filed in the court this afternoon."

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

"Yeah, she had a lot of potential difference, but her substantially friend is a train shipwreck when it comes to relationships with men. She has a hanker history of cheating on boyfriends and husbands—hardly the kind of person I'd want to be my wife's outdo friend."

"You mentioned a sexual relationship with her principal."

"Yeah, going on almost as farseeing as we were together. According to Rochelle they had sexual recounting in his office staff late in the good afternoon and in the evening when she was supposedly attending coming together with parents, they used the breastfeed's bureau. bad, 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 thing of forgiveness, John. It's a issue of caring. I just don't forethought. I can't afford all of the emotional energy that would be required to hate. I have patients who need me to be at the top of my plot. 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 deal with the emphasis and maybe it will, but not for a while apparently."

"I really am good-for-naught, Michael. I'll remember you in my prayers. Are you going to take next calendar week's board meeting ? I hope so because we'll be talking about the new health meat and your stimulation will be important."

"I already have it in my calendar and I've blocked off the day. Any procedures I pick up will make to be on Tuesday or Th. Unfortunately, I have more than enough paperwork to deal. I usually take it home, but on circuit card nights I make clip during the day."Msgr. Feigan rose and walked around the desk. Placing his mitt on my straits he blessed me just as he had done hundreds of times before. I rose and we hugged then he left. I knew he was a busy man, but to come all the way into Forest pitcher's mound from Wading River for an old parishioner was just unbelievable. On the other script, 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 abrogation was progressing. He told me that he would file in the court tomorrow first light and would have Rochelle served later in the day. It was summer so she wouldn't be working. I gave him Arianne's plow assuming that Rochelle was living there. I couldn't think of any early 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 dealer, Jonathan Perkins, and the schooltime table ?"

"They can be served any clock 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 when she gave me the wrong implement. I mean—how much clearer could the term,"CLAMP"be ?

"I think that might be a safe idea, Rob. want me to do it ? I can total in late tomorrow morning. I'm jolly sure that he has to go until the end of the calendar month so I could wait down the engine block until he leaves. I am a vested party in this matter so I think I can peach with her and I can share 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 tone 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 to a greater extent minutes then I ended the call and left the hospital, but not before passing the account information to the shop assistant in charge. Then it was the short drive to my empty-bellied home.

> > > > > >

I was up at my common time of 4:30 and since I had a lot of time, I drove into woods Hills to the food shop for my orange juice and buttered axial motion. Jacob and I chatted for a piece as he served a few other client. Then I drove back eastward toward Great neck opening where I exited and take toward the Perkins home. I had been there once before at an end-of-the-year party for the faculty. Rochelle had brought me just a few weeks ago, I thought at the time to show me off to her friends. I made a u-turn past the house and parked about fifty dollar bill grand 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 minutes skimming through the articles, but today I knew that I had an hour or more. Thus, I was surprised when I saw Perkins run from the mansion with a straiten look on his nerve. I had a revelation then ; Rochelle had sent him a text to tell him that I knew. It was only a subject of prison term before he was exposed. Actually, it was going to be a lot less sentence 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 spotlight he had vacated. A few seconds later I had pushed the doorbell. The door was actually open air and I could see through the projection screen as Mrs. Perkins approached.

"Mrs. Perkins, I'm Dr. Michael Bellamy. We met a few weeks ago at the faculty party."

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

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

"They're adjacent door with supporter, using their pool."

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

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Perkins. I doubt that you did anything to deserve this. I wanted to warn you that my attorney will get hold of the board of training later in the week. I anticipate that your husband and my soon-to-be ex-wife will be fired. You need to make out the truth. I'm just sorry I had to be the one to state you."

"I am discomfit, but not terribly surprised. Jon had quite the reputation as a gentlewoman'man when we were in college and this is the second 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 terminal straw 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 good afternoon and he'll be glad to present you and put it onto my bill. I can't see any intellect why you should be penalized because of your hubby's actus reus. 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 expect 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 multiplication that Jon would rove again. I hate to have got to admit that they were right."

I stood and passed her Rob's poster then thanked her for her meter and left wing. In many elbow room this was practically bad than telling a kinsfolk that their loved one had expired. My patients were all seriously ill and death was just around the corner. In this face the man and wife seemed to be animated and well. It really was a shame, but I'd want to know if things were reversed.

> > > > > >

I drove to turn, bucking the lately commuter traffic, but arriving in plenty of time for my pre-surgery meeting with the squad. I reviewed the procedure for tomorrow's surgery, concentrating on the patient's history and the possible problems that might rise. I was pleased to see that Mary Catherine the Great was an participating player. All told the meeting took an hour and we all stood and stretched before leaving the group discussion way."Blessed Virgin 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 deliver you conjoin us if you're not scheduled for anything else."

"Thank you, Dr. Bellamy ; Beth told me about it after Mon. It was unbelievable watching you work, but may I delight ask you to yell me Kate. You probably know that Irish people Catholics have a lot of daughter named ‘ Mary 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 okay OR nurse 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 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 machine accidents in two days. I had spent four recollective days in surgery this hebdomad. It had been a profitable week, but I was totally beat.

I had just finished my last Medicare form when the office door opened."Kate, what the blaze are you doing here so late ? You must feature something sound to do on a Fri Nox than hang out here in the hospital."

"You're here."

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

"Great ! Got time to take in a girlfriend for a bite ?"

I smiled."I think I could handle cinque Guys or McDonald's."

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

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

The discourse became personal when Kate told me that she had heard about my marriage 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 tacit through the rest period of the meal. When I offered to return her to the hospital….

"No, thanks ; did I ever tell you that I minored in stress relief in nursing schooling ? call for me to your house 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.

18 months later

I pushed the grocery pushcart out of the depot, 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 hand in the nighttime red jacket."

"Excellent ! Let's go. I want a tidings with her."She strode off quickly with me struggling to keep up. We were about fifteen feet behind Rochelle when Kate called her figure. 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 relationship with Michael. You could have had everything you wanted had you handled matter differently."I knew where this was headed, but remained soundless as was appropriate for my place.

"Michelle, come up here between us and stand next to the panel motortruck where only Rochelle and I will be able to see you. Now, drop your drop-off to your knees."

Obediently, I moved my hand to my left face, working the clitoris and pulling the zipper down."That's rightfield, Rochelle—Michelle is wearing women's morass and pumps and that's not all."Kate pulled the strawman of my blouse up exposing my light pink underbodice as my slacks fell. Beneath it you could just make out the scheme of my benighted pink bra and my small chest. Rochelle's mouth fell as my lacey pink panties, matching garter belt, and inglorious stockings became visible.

"And, there's more, Rochelle. retard this out."She pulled my panties down to indicate the usage stainless-steel cage securely locked around my cock and bollock."O.K., 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 chronicle on-line. He identified very closely with those pathetically rickety men. Your problem was that you rammed all of your demands down his throat at one sentence. It was a slip of too much -- too soon, what we call sensorial overload in the medical examination subject area. Michael is naturally submissive, but he was also terrified. He'll never be real slave material. Slaves have no rights. 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 sexual love that was helping him to realize his dreams of blissful compliance. That's why I will never cheat on him or expose him to homosexuality by making him suck a lover's rooster.

He wears that cage every day, but I love his shaft so much that he rarely goes to a greater extent than two days before I make him have sex me until I can't outdoor stage. I have conditioned him to lick me clean after we make bed. Anything that comes out of his prick goes into his mouth and stomach. I have also trained him to hire my urine. That's really convenient now that I'm pregnant. Yes, Rochelle—all of this was yours for the pickings, but now it's mine and I want to thank you. To show my grasp I've decided to name my daughter Shelly. So, thank you again.

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

"To hump 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 dick headway into my wet slit before taking him deep into my core. He didn't last too long the first meter, but that was okay. Once we were done, I sidled up to range his brass where I told him to eat me out—to clean me and to eat me to an climax. We repeated that twice that Nox before falling numb naked on top of the cover. I think Michael came three fourth dimension that get-go dark, not even close to how many I had.

"The following sunup, we showered and Michael shaved before we went back to bed. When I asked him what he wanted me to do, what do you remember 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 ascendance of his sexual climax to his better half. I had a rotation in psych when I was studying for my RN so I knew immediately that he was submissive. That's more coarse than you might think. Many high-powered executives—doctors, too—use submissiveness as a means of controlling their accent.

"I did twitch him off, but then I made him lick my fingers clean. The adopt day I pulled him into the shower, telling him to kneel and afford his lip. ‘ I want to pee into your mouth,'I told him. ‘ Try to eat up if you can. That's such a turn-on for me.'So, naturally, he did as I requested. Of course of action, he spilled quite a bit, but he did it for me three more times that day and twice at work in his part lavatory on Mon. By the time he took me back to my flat to pick up some more clothes he was able-bodied to take back all of it. Now all I have to do is slew my pelvic girdle forward and he's on my cunt in a blink of an eye. He sits between my peg, kissing and licking my thighs unless I give permit to lick 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 split up that this weekend.

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

"I was given a conventional letter of rebuke 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 schooling. I was living with my friend Arianne then, but that wasn't a problem. He did both of us some nights. He had incredible stamina."

"What about your lead ?"

"He was fired. When I was questioned by the superintendent and the school district lawyer, I told them that he pressured me into sex by threatening to reach me bad reports 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

get together you and, give thanks 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 stage or at her feet.

Kate had taken over every facet of my lifetime other than my work. At nursing home I only had one responsibility—to prevent her happy. She did everything else. My emphasis stage and my blood pressure dropped. She was strict, but fair, punishing me only when I did something stupid or quaggy or inconsiderate.

On those occasions she striped my hind end with my swath. Once my penalization 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 wooden leg to either take her urine or ride her crazy with orgasm after orgasm.

As I followed Kate to the car, I thought my life-time was perfective. I had a great high-paying post and a rewarding professional life history. At menage I had a beautiful sexy wife who loved me and showed it every day through her domination and ascendency of me. I was putty in her script and I wouldn't want it any other way .