Please print this as a tribute to my best friend, my lover, my mistress and, I hope, someday, my wife.

After Stacy and I had been going together a few months, she brought up the subject of fantasies. Well, I finally got up enough nerve to tell her the one I’ve had for most of my forty years: to be a sex slave to a pretty lady.

The idea interested her, and she said she would like to take a weekend trip and have me as her slave the whole time. So we rented a mountain cabin, and when we got there, the fun began. We parked the truck, and Stacy stood outside and watched me follow her order to strip. I had to leave my clothes in the truck. In broad day-light, I sprinted naked to the cabin. I unlocked the door and dashed in, only to be called back outside to hold the door open so that she could enter first.