I've been leaving sex toys all over the house; it's been so nice to be at home with all these chances to have orgasms whenever I like. But my husband has taken exception to it, since I'm meant to ask for permission. I hope that when he sent me upstairs to take off my clothes and wait for him, that he was planning to spank me. Hooray! I like that! But he's got other ideas. Since I've been so keen to have all the orgasms, he thinks I should have some more. More, and more, in fact, until it becomes unbearably painful. Not only that, but he wants to hear exactly what I've been fantasising about during my vibrator-fueled orgasm trips all week. And my favourite current fantasy is *dreadfully* embarrassing...