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This is a mostly true story written by me. It contains adult themes and is not meant for minors to read. I would be interested in any feedback from anyone wanting to send their comments by e-mail. DATE NIGHT 1 Written by 4play Tonight was "Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spent the day in a high state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I had created the "Date Nights" several years ago to merge our divergent sexual desires into a mutually satisfying relationship. My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum bondage, forced oral sex, prolonged sessions, feminization and role reversal were exciting fantasies for me. Chris playing the dominant role was a common theme in all of these schemes. Chris, on the other hand, much preferred warm, tender romantic loving. Kissing, caressing and cuddling were turn-ons for her. She claimed to have no fantasies of her own and therefore found it difficult to act out mine. While admitting that she could probably play the dominant role with someone else, she was reluctant to do it with me. She was afraid that playing games with me in the submissive role would turn me into a wimp. Yet, she loved me and wanted to please me. Our compromise solution was our planned DATE NIGHTS scheduled twice a month. On these nights we would engage in some of the wilder sexual practices, while the rest of the time would remain normal. This plan had worked well. With my special desires satisfied on a scheduled basis, I was content. Chris found that she was able to play "games" occasionally, as the rest of our lives together was exceptional. Needless to say, I look forward to these DATE NIGHTS. Chris found herself enjoying most of these nights despite a certain reluctance to let herself go. She still felt uncomfortable in the dominant role since she had never been an aggressive person, but she gave it her best efforts to keep me happy. When I was happy, our lives went smoothly. Tonight things would not be routine. I sensed a new, more determined attitude the moment Chris walked in the door from work. Without our usual casual conversation about the happenings of the day, she ordered me to go into the bedroom and take off my clothes. As I left to comply, she poured herself a glass of wine and lit her first cigarette of the day. Inhaling deeply, she mentally reviewed her plan and became resolutely determined to carry it out. When she walked in the bedroom and saw me standing naked, a smile came to her face. "Very good," she praised. "You mind well." She had me put leather cuffs on each wrist as she passed the strap around the vertical posts of the poster bed. After snapping one wrist to one end of the strap, she stretched my arms so she could secure the other cuff to the other end. I now stood naked in helpless bondage and totally at her mercy. Her sweet smile disappeared as she informed me. "I had to tie you up since I have a plan and there are parts of it you won't like! Now, it doesn't matter whether you like it or not! I am in total control!" She was so right! Straining against the bonds was futile. They were unbreakable. It suddenly dawned on me that this was a game that would not be over in an hour or so. Chris went into the small bathroom and returned with my shaving mug, brush and razor. As she worked up the lather in the cup, she said, "You've been hinting that you wanted me to turn you into a woman for some time, well - tonight's the night!" Shaking her head sadly, she said, "I am going to transform you into my slave girl all right and you will get the full treatment! Poor dear, I am afraid you have no idea what you are getting into, but it is too late to back out now! You wanted this and you're going to go through with it all the way!" Using the brush, she soaped each of my armpits, then took the razor to shave them clean. "Mmmm nice and smooth," she remarked running her hands over the newly bald areas. "This is how a lady keeps her arms," she informed me. Next she knelt in front of me and soaped up one leg, then carefully shaved it from my toes to my crotch. This process was repeated with the other leg before moving to my genitals. After applying a generous coat of lather, she carefully shaved my scrotum warning, "Hold very still, or you'll become a real woman!" I didn't move a muscle until she was finished. The hairs between my legs and around my ass received the same close shave treatment. My pubic region was shaved to form a small triangle before she stood up to lather my face. When I realised that she intended to shave off my beard and moustache, I finally protested. It had taken a long time to grow that foliage, and I didn't want to lose it. As my mouth opened, Chris shoved the soapy shaving brush into it demanding, "Keep your mouth shut bitch! YOU wanted this game, NOW you are going to get it!" She shaved my face and neck, completely removing all traces of hair while I stood in meek silence. Playing the dominant role she was determined to show me that my wishes were inconsequential. The shaving gear was put away before Chris rubbed my body with a sweet smelling lotion. "A lady has to keep her skin nice and soft." she cooed sweetly as she rubbed it in. When finished with the lotion, she brought out the bright red nail polish and painted my toenails. "Very pretty dearie," she exclaimed admiring her handiwork. As my fingernails were being painted she remarked casually, "Some of those long fake fingernails would look wonderful on you, we'll have to get some when I take you shopping with me." My eyes widened in surprise, she was serious about this! A roll of duct tape was brought out and strips of it were used to form my chest meat into female breasts. "I thought about buying you a set of falsies, but decided that this would be better. Now I can get at your nipples to control your movements and so on." She explained. Once satisfied that my "titties" were to her liking and held firmly in place, she moved down to my crotch. My cock was pulled between my legs and secured there with more duct tape so that while being able to walk, it would remain immobile. "We won't be using that for sex." she announced, then continued, "As my woman you'll just have to sit down to pee as any girl must. Now the experience will be much more realistic, since it's the only way you'll be able to go." She chuckled at her diabolical way of turning even routine urination into a part of my training as her submissive. I was to find it necessary to wash my bottom after each time I urinated. Only one of many new difficulties I was to encounter. A pair of pantyhose were put on my feet, then slowly pulled up my hairless legs to my waist. High-heeled shoes were placed on my feet making it difficult to maintain my balance as I awaited her next whimsical idea. Chris stood squarely in front of me and pinching one of my nipples in each hand, kissed me forcefully. My cock throbbed trying to become erect, but unable due to its confinement. "Don't go away." she said with a grin as she left the room. Ha! Some joke. I was still secured by my arms and standing in high heels. Looking down at my body was a disconcerting experience. My breasts were small, but real and my legs encased in panty hose with no protruding cock, looked very feminine indeed. Especially so with the painted toenails and high-heeled shoes. A dramatic change in such a short time! Chris walked back carrying her make-up case, her refilled wine glass, and a mirror. The mirror was propped up on the dresser so I could see my helpless state for a few minutes while Chris smoked a cigarette and sipped her wine. When SHE was ready, she warned me, "Watch very carefully as I demonstrate how to apply make-up. I'll show you this time, but from now on whenever I want you as my slave girl, you'll do it yourself." As she rubbed a base coat on my face, I watched in stunned silence realising that she'd already planned on making this a regular occurrence. Chris smiled to her self saying, "You know it's going to be fun to call you from work, tell you to get ready and KNOW that you'll do all of this preparation before I get home. YOU can meet ME at the door in a negligee with a drink." She laughed, "As you get trained in your slave girl duties, my life is going to get a LOT easier. After all, that's the whole idea of having a slave in the first place." Applying blue eyeshade on my eyelids she noted, "This will make you look like the trampy slut you are." Long fake eyelashes were added and a heavy coat of mascara applied, followed with the eyeliner. My eyebrows were darkened and lengthened. She softly muttered to herself, "Maybe I should shave these off too, so the bitch would have to draw them on every morning." Fortunately she didn't carry through with that notion. Rouge was put on my cheeks and bright red lipstick on my lips as I stood helplessly watching this transformation proceed. Chris placed her blonde wig on my head saying, "This old wig doesn't do you justice, we'll need to get you a new one." Obviously she planned for this game to continue into the future, as spending money on sex toys wasn't something she usually even considered. After fastening a pair of her old clamp on earrings on my earlobes, she stepped back to admire her creation. "You make a fine looking woman," she praised, then added, "Now you need to learn to act like one." She strapped on the dildo stating, "I am going to play the male role whenever I wear this. You will be my slave girl, and as such you WILL perform all of my normal tasks and still be constantly available for MY sexual pleasure." The cuffs were removed from my wrists as she said, "We won't need these restraints now that you know your place. In your condition you'll make a better woman than a man anyway." Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to agree with that assessment. "It's too bad, but I'm afraid you won't be doing any swinging for quite a while, " she said with mock pity, adding, "None of our friends would swing with something that looks like you, would they?" I answered meekly, "No Mistress." Upon hearing this she gave me slap on the rear demanding, "When I am wearing this, YOU WILL call me SIR!" I was shocked by her forcefulness, but managed to reply, "Yes sir." She had me put on a lacy, black nightie, which barely covered my buns. In the mirror I could see that with the tape now concealed and only the cute little bulges of my breasts showing, the image was complete! I did look like a woman! Chris had put on a pair of men's shorts with the dildo protruding from the fly, and one of my long-sleeved shirts. In appearance, we had already reversed roles. Chris kissed me firmly, then forced me to kneel in front of her. She pressed the dildo to my lips ordering, "Kiss my cock slut." She added, "All of us men love oral sex." I lightly kissed the head of the dildo feeling very humiliated by the homosexual implications of this action. "Take it in your mouth slut." she commanded. My lipstick covered lips parted and she quickly thrust the dildo into my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion and Chris with feigned concern said, "She doesn't like sucking cock?" Then she ordered, "Suck it good slut." She asked, "You do want to be a good slave, don't you?" Now really into her dominant role, her hips kept thrusting that dildo in and out of my mouth so I was unable to answer. "Don't displease me slave or I'll tie you up and whip your ass bloody." I knew that she was serious about playing this dominant role and determined that I behave in the manner befitting the slave girl role she'd assigned me. "By God," she declared, "If you want to play kinky games, we'll see how you like being totally submissive!" She kept me at my chore until the sensations of the dildo on her body combined with the feeling of power brought her to orgasm. Her thrusting slowed and at last, she withdrew that horrible instrument from my mouth. "Not too bad slut, you make a pretty good cocksucker." She continued by saying, "With enough practice, you'll be a great cocksucker!" Chris walked behind me handing me a jar of Vaseline and said. "Pull down your pantyhose and you'd better smear this on your 'pussy' to save yourself a lot of pain. I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy and you're so nervous that it'll probably not get wet." I pulled my pantyhose down to my ankles and liberally smeared my ass, both inside and out. "That's a good girl, get yourself ready for your big stud." she cooed. Kneeling behind me, forcing my legs apart she used pressure on my back until my face was on the floor. I was wide open and ready for HER pleasure. Pressing the head of the dildo to my asshole she cautioned, "This may hurt at first, but you'll get used to it, and in time get to love it." As the head was forced inside me, I moaned. "It's too big SIR!" Chris just chuckled, "It's just your bad luck that your master is so well hung. Don't worry, bitch, you will learn to take it all inside. I am going to give you plenty of practice!" The dildo was slowly forced in until I could feel the attached balls against my body, then eased back out part way and these strokes repeated at an ever increasing pace. Her hands reached under my nightie and pinched my nipples. Thus impaled on her cock, the hands on my teats were controlling my movements, causing my rear to rise to receive each thrust. With ever increasing vigour, she was fucking me. The portion of the dildo inside of her was stimulating her nearly as much as the pressure on her clit. Her passion rose in direct proportion to her speed and the force applied. I was helplessly being raped and my moans of pain only served to enhance her feeling of power. Finally, she had again achieved organism and slumped across my back, kissed me on the neck and pulled out of me. I was weak from the assault. Chris got up to light a cigarette - I laid there for a few minutes. My mouth ached, my nipples ached and my poor ass throbbed from its violation. At last I got up and hobbled to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and urinated. Due to the position of my taped-up cock, some urine sprayed on my ass cheeks. After carefully wiping the remains of the urine and the slime oozing from my asshole, I took a washcloth to wash carefully my "private parts". I pulled up my pantyhose, arranged my wig, which had moved during the vigorous rape, straightened the negligee and went back to the bedroom. The high-heeled shoes made walking difficult which Chris noted by saying, "You walk like a clod." She suggested, "When you walk in heels, take small steps. Put one foot in front of the other. It'll give your ass a cute little wiggle." She had me walk up and down the hall several times until she was satisfied, then ordered, "Remember to walk like that all the while you are the slave girl - even while doing domestic chores." Chris walked to the family room to work her crossword puzzle and told me to fix her supper. "I'm in the mood for a T.V. dinner, you'd better just have a salad. You have to watch that figure, babe." I fixed her a TV dinner and made myself a salad. We ate supper quietly before I cleared the table. Chris had me empty the dishwasher and set up the coffee for morning. She said, "Turning into my slave girl took some of my precious time, but as you learn your duties, it may turn out to be worth it. It's nice to sit here watching YOU work while I relax." "Take one of our movies and put it on the VCR, make it a love story." she ordered. I thought for a moment and put the movie Love Story in the machine. She motioned for me to sit beside her on the couch. During the movie, Chris necked with me. She kissed and caressed my body, played with my breasts and even slid her hand inside my pantyhose to play with my pussy. By the end of the movie, she said, "You really have got me turned on now, let's make love." She had me lay on my back in front of the fireplace, placed a big pillow under my behind and got on top of me. She slid my nightie up, pulled off my shoes and pantyhose. Spreading my legs she forced the dildo inside of me and once again fucked my still aching ass. "You love this, you little slut, don't you?" she asked. When my answer wasn't immediately forthcoming she slapped my ass and repeated, "DON't you?" I gasped out, "Yes Sir!" "Then tell me how much you love it slut, a man's ego feeds on praise." she ordered. "Oh sir, it feels so good." I lied, since it felt like that dildo was tearing my insides wide open. "Your big cock fills my pussy so full, I love it." She smiled and without missing a stroke said. "You'd better work on that voice. You need to speak in a higher tone, one more suitable to your current status. When I take you to public places, I want people to think you're my girlfriend and not some wimp in drag." The thought of being in public dressed as a woman was so utterly humiliating to consider, that it triggered my orgasm and I came all over my stomach. Chris's sneer clearly showed her disgust, but she continued ravaging my poor ass until she again reached her climax. "Look at this disgusting mess you made on MY property!" she exclaimed. Using her hand she scooped my come from my stomach and forced it into my mouth saying, "That's a good slave, swallow every bit of that slime." She had me lick her hand clean before sending me to the bathroom to clean myself. Upon emerging from the bathroom, Chris took me by the hand and put me to bed. She crawled in beside me, caressed my body lightly, kissed me and cautioned me, "You'd better get some sleep dearie, you've got a busy day tomorrow." Then she rolled over and went to sleep. It was a long time before I could get to sleep. SHE'D had several orgasms during the course of the evening, while the only one I had was even turned into a source of my humiliation. In my fantasies serving Chris, as my dominant Mistress, had been a big turn on, but the actual experience had been only pain and humiliation. I already regretted getting into this, but had promised in my eagerness to go along with ANYTHING SHE WANTED, and now was stuck with living up to my word. Finally I drifted off to sleep. SATURDAY I was awakened by Chris playing with my titties. From a deep sleep to my function as a sexual servant was a swift transition! As she rolled over and moved behind me, I saw myself in the mirror and was instantly reminded of my slave girl role. The head of the dildo was again forced inside my ass with difficulty and Chris snarled, "You are such a tight little bitch. If your pussy grows shut this fast, I'm going to have to think of some way to keep it opened up!" She raped me vigorously until achieving her orgasm, all the while making me moan with feigned pleasure. Though less painful than the first experience, it was nonetheless humiliating to be so used. With a light slap on my fanny, she told me to clean myself up there was WORK to be done. Meekly I complied, already dreading this day. About the time I had cleaned up, Chris walked in holding a butt plug and ordered, "Insert this in your vagina; pretend that it's a Tampex and you're on your period." I stared at her in disbelief a moment before she snarled, "NOW BITCH!" I took the proffered plug and slowly forced it up my ass. Chris said with sarcastic sweetness, "A girl has to function despite her discomfort, so get dressed and fix my breakfast." Chris went to read her paper. I pulled on my pantyhose, put on the high heels, slipped my nightie over my head and walked my female walk to the kitchen. I made a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and orange juice. Then setting the table, I served my MASTER. She didn't bother to thank me for all of my efforts, just told me to clean up the mess while she read the paper. "Change the linens on the bed." She ordered without even looking up from her newspaper. I went to the bedroom, pulled the sheets from the bed and along with the pillowcases put them in the laundry basket. I found the clean sheets and remade the bed. Chris had finished reading the paper by the time I returned to the family room, and she told me, "Go wash the make-up off your face and you'd better shave real close today. We're going shopping. You may wear your own shoes and pants, but leave the rest as it is." She smiled smugly and said, "We'll play some more after we've done our shopping." Chris was ready about the same time I was today. Getting off the make- up took longer than I had imagined. When I asked if I might remove the fingernail polish, Chris shook her head saying, "You can keep your gloves on dearie, in fact you'd better. We don't want everyone to know that you're really a girl." We got into the car and I was relieved to see that my tits didn't show as prominently under my jacket as they did under just the nightie. Chris drove us clear across the city before she pulled into a Wall-Mart parking lot. I found the walk to the store quite uncomfortable due to the plug wiggling inside my ass, but didn't bother complaining as that would have been fruitless. In the cosmetics department she picked out some fake eyelashes, a set of fake fingernails and some new cosmetics in shades of red so garish that she'd never wear. We moved on to the ladies department where she picked up a pair of black lacy panties and held them up in front of my crotch saying, "These will look so sexy on you." I blushed in humiliation as other women shoppers and clerks turned to stare at me. She selected matching bra, garter belt and several pairs of black mesh hose. When we got to the wigs, she looked them over for a while having me try on a couple before deciding on a shoulder length model whose colour closely matched my own. By now quite a few people were watching my degrading experience. "This one will do," Chris said, "Until your own hair grows long enough to do something with it." We took all of these items to the checkout stand and paid for them with Chris chatting nonchalantly all the while about how pretty I was going to look. It was with great relief that I finally regained the relative safety of the car. We next drove to a thrift shop where Chris had me follow her down the aisles while she selected several outfits for me. She'd hold each up in front of me before accepting or rejecting each one. When a middle-aged saleswoman came up and asked if she could help us, Chris said, "My slave needs some different clothes, and is not worthy of new ones." The lady looked at me very strangely and then proceeded to show us some of the sluttiest outfits she had in the store. Fortunately Chris didn't make me try them on and model them for her! We again paid for our selections while the clerks and other customers snickered at our performance. Back in the car Chris told me, "You did well slave, it's an important part of being submissive to bear humiliation when it pleases me to inflict it upon you." On the drive home she explained, "Since you're going to be my slave girl, I want you to look good. I won't have an ugly slave! You needed some things of your own and when we get home we'll get you fixed up real pretty so that you'll be more attractive while you work. You do want to look attractive for me don't you slut?" "Yes SIR." I murmured in reply. This was getting completely out of hand! Normally my sweet wife thought that spending money for sex "toys" was foolish, but today she seemed to enjoy it. In fact she was smiling in anticipation of the fun yet to come. As soon as we walked into our house Chris said, "Get those men's clothes off and we'll see how your new stuff looks on you." I stripped off my clothes and when I was naked she handed my new panties. I put them on and then the matching bra. The garter belt was next. I pulled each of the mesh hose onto my hairless legs and fastened them to the garter belt. "You have nice legs slut." Chris praised me. We went to the main bathroom where Chris supervised as I applied my make-up in the manner I'd been shown the night before. The new lashes were tricky since I've always been sensitive about my eyes. The eyeliner and eye shadow were also difficult, but I finally managed. The rest was relatively easy except for the false fingernails. After my new wig was on and brushed out a bit, I really looked like a woman! Finally I put on the little French Maid outfit she'd purchased including the little white cap. Chris looked me over, then said. "You look like a perfect maid my sissy cunt. Now all of this effort transforming you will be worth it as you learn your domestic duties." Handing me the frilly apron she advised, "You'd better get started, you've got a lot of work to do." The rest of the day I followed her orders; vacuuming the house, cleaning the bathrooms, doing the laundry, dusting, etc. Chris sat playing computer games and reading a book about female dominance. She'd come around occasionally to check my work and of course, to fondle my body a little. The little prissy steps I was forced to use in the high- heeled shoes made it hard to do my work very fast. When at last all of the assigned tasks were completed I went to the family room where Chris sat reading. She looked at me with a wry smile saying, "According to what I've been reading, it seems like I should get another lady or two to assist me in training you more thoroughly." I gasped! Having her alone in the dominant role was bad enough, but to be a slave girl in front of other women would be too humiliating for words. Chris stated firmly, "I sense that you wouldn't like that... too bad! What you want doesn't count during these sessions. You are my slave and I will decide what happens, you will do as you're told." "Watching my maid work has made me horny." Chris announced. She stood up stroking the dildo she wore and ordered, "Pull down your panties and remove your Tampex, it's time to fuck!" I slid down my panties and stepped out of them. There was a brief moment of relief when I removed that fiendish plug from my ass, but it was not to last for long as she forced me to my hands and knees. The dildo was again forced inside me. Fortunately the pain was not nearly as severe this time, since the Tampex had done its job of loosening me up. She vigorously raped my ass until she reached her orgasm. I collapsed on the floor feeling very used, but she lay down beside me and caressed my body. She made me tell her how wonderful it felt, how nice she'd been to fuck me and other such lies. She in turn told me how nice it was to possess a slave. She said, "You've had a busy day slut. You haven't even started supper yet, but that's okay, I'm in the mood for pizza tonight." She went to the phone and called Domino's. She ordered a pizza with everything on it. Playing her role to the hilt, she didn't care what I wanted. Turning to me she said, "You'd better fix your face dearie, and straighten your dress... You look a mess." I complied with a wondering look on my face. Chris said, "You want to look respectable when the pizza man comes." Nervously I waited until the doorbell rang. I didn't dare speak, so I just handed him the check and tip, took the pizza and closed the door. I don't think he noticed anything strange about it, but I felt demeaned by appearing even briefly in front of a man dressed as I was. We sat at the table to eat and Chris proposed a toast, "To our new DATE NIGHT game." As we clinked glasses I was struck by the look of those long painted fingernails holding my wine glass. She insisted that I eat the meal without picking off the ingredients I disliked. She commented, "It's not ladylike to pick at your food." I tried to eat as daintily as I could manage with those long fingernails. After supper she led me to the bedroom where she removed the dildo. "Tonight we are going to make love as lesbians." she announced. We stood kissing and caressing while she slowly undressed me. When we were both naked, we crawled into bed. Under her direction I caressed her breasts, licked her nipples, kissed her body all over and performed oral sex to bring her to orgasm. This slow, unhurried, prolonged lovemaking was especially satisfying to her as she needn't worry about turning me on. She did fondle my tits a bit, but only because she wanted to. When at last she was satiated, we lay cuddled closely while she said, "Well Babe, this game was what you wanted and I really enjoyed it too. I hope that it was okay for you, but that's not critical I've discovered that having a slave is great! While you didn't do as good a job of cleaning, as I would have, you'll improve in time. It took a sex game to get you to help with the housework, but it's nice to know that twice a month you'll be domestic." Still in my submissive role, I cooed a falsetto, "Yes Mistress." "From now on, when it's the day for DATE NIGHT," she continued, "I will have you go grocery shopping. I'll make you a list; you will buy the stuff and put it all away in the morning. Then you will shave your body, bathe and get into your slave girl getup. You will be ready when I get home so I won't need to waste time getting you fixed up." She was speaking softly, but letting that she had taken control of the DATE NIGHT agenda. "You wanted me to be dominant," Chris reminded me. "I gave it a good try and discovered that I LOVED it!" she said with a smile. "Many people would think it looks stupid to see you as a feminised submissive. But I enjoyed the power trip and got a lot of work done for me. If we're going to play kinky games, I might as well unload some of my chores onto you." She kissed me and said, "Get out of that getup now baby, get cleaned up and come back to bed. The game is over for THIS time." I arose, went to the bathroom and ripped off the tape letting my cock spring free. It felt great to stand up and pee again! My wig, fake eyelashes and fingernails were removed and carefully stored before scrubbing off the make-up. I used polish remover to clean the paint from my toenails. Stepping into the shower I let the warm water flow over my aching body. My feet were sore from the many hours spent in heels. I was weary from all my chores. My poor ass ached from the repeated anal rapes and of course, the Tampex. My cock untouched for so long now stood erect, appearing strange without it's normal hairy surroundings. My legs were smooth as silk. It had been some weekend! It was nearly midnight before I crawled back into bed. Chris was still awake and I pulled her close to kiss her firmly. We made passionate love as husband and wife in our normal roles. For the first time since the beginning of our game I had a normal orgasm without having to eat my own come. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Sunday All was normal. Neither of us mentioned anything about the previous events. Several times during the day I noticed Chris staring at me with a mysterious smile. I sensed that she was thinking about our next DATE NIGHT. I thought about the experience all day, realizing that in creating this dominant persona I'd made a lot of work for myself. "Give a man what he thinks he wants and he won't like it." Chris had once remarked. She had been so right! It was too late now, I knew. She had learned to love being in total control and unless we eliminated DATE NIGHT altogether; I was going to be her slave twice a month!