It was one of those lovely May days when the temperature, flowers, and the sound of the birds made anyone with the least bit of sensitivity overwhelmingly aware that spring had indeed arrived.It was one of those lovely May days when the temperature, flowers, and the sound of the birds made anyone with the least bit of sensitivity overwhelmingly aware that spring had indeed arrived. I had been at work for only an hour when Monica called and asked if I could come home. It was not unusual for her to make such a request; we had an understanding about that. I allowed her to call me anytime she wanted to and to ask for me to come home whenever she needed sex. Sometimes I just made her hotter and made her masturbate herself, but other times I went home and either watched her bring herself to an orgasm or used her in some way until she came at least once before I returned to work. We had only been married for a little less than a year, but Monica had been my slave long before we married. We had met on a computer service that was somewhat sex oriented, and had gradually become aware that we enjoyed and needed dominance and submission in our sexual relationship. |