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 The fly-in fly-out workers wife I am a psychiatrist and, as the law
requires, have kept case notes on all my clients.  Some cases are more
interesting than others and some of them I publish to inform the public
about the types of issues that I feel are in need of treatment and those
that I do not believe need help.

   All patients' names have been changed and I have also worked to protect
my own identity - if anyone does discover who I am I will NOT communicate
or respond to any emails about these cases.

   In going through my collection of case studies I have found that a large
proportion relate to women rather than men and given I specialise in
paraphilias most of the cases I relate concern women and their sexual
issues.

   I have found that asking my patients to write down their stories can
help some of them with their treatment and I asked for the patient to do
that in this case.



   My name is Susan and I got married to a wonderful man eight years ago
and we lived in a lovely cottage with a few acres of land in East Sussex -
I still live there but Peter, my husband, has moved out.

   At the start our relationship was wonderful and we loved each other
desperately.  We both enjoyed sex on a very regular basis but our lives
changed dramatically when Peter got a job in the North Sea just over three
years ago - he's an engineer and worked on the drilling platforms.  He was
away from home for three weeks out of every four and I get very lonely. 
However, I was happy to remain the good wife until the day he retired and
we could be together again on a more permanent basis.

   The house we had was an old cottage that was built in the 15th Century.
It is made of stone, it's large with three bedrooms, a dining room, two
living rooms, two bathrooms and an ensuite for the main bedroom which is on
the second floor, has relatively low ceilings, there is a lot of bare heavy
wooden beams, a lovely kitchen garden out the back, a large well manicured
lawn (we employed a gardener to care for it while Peter worked away) and a
small pond which had a permanent family of ducks in residence.  In other
words I wanted for nothing as far as a home went.

   But not having Peter around caused an emotional roller-coaster. 
Although our sex life had become more of a burden than a pleasure I still
missed sex and the longer Peter worked away the worse it became.

   Peter had been a wonderful lover but he started to gain a lot of weight
and he could no longer support himself when he had sex if he was on top so
I ended up being smothered and I'd find it very hard to breathe.  To
overcome this problem I started to get on top but I never found this
position particularly satisfying either.  But I obtained relief by
masturbating extensively.  However, while he was home I felt that I
couldn't masturbate as I was terrified he'd catch me and that would have
made me horribly embarrassed.  Peter had never seen me masturbate and,
although I'm sure he masturbated as well, I'd never seen him do it either.

   After about the first six months of working in the North Peter suggested
that he buy me a guard dog although there had never been a problem with
anything like robbery or even break-in in the local area - we were all very
safe living well out of the way of any volumes of traffic near Maynard's
Green close to the B2203.  I am only about 50 miles from your offices in
London and it only takes about an hour and 30 minutes drive to get there.
[Note: She is talking about my offices]
Peter wouldn't take `No' for an answer and we visited a company that
trained guard dogs for sale.  Peter chose an Imperial German Shepherd -
they are a very large breed of Shepherd and, `Kaiser' was about two years
old at the time we bought him.  He came home with us that day but I had to
go to classes with him two days every week for four weeks to learn how to
handle him and to learn about his diet, exercise routine, how to wash him,

keep him combed and clean.

   During the training Peter went back to work and I was left at home with
Kaiser.  At first I was very careful around him as I had discovered that he
was a very strong, powerful, and if instructed to be, he was very vicious
as well and all this made me tip-toe around him at first.  But after a
couple of months we were firm friends and I had no issues with him at all.

   Peter also took to Kaiser as well and they both went for long walks, and
played in the garden when he was home.  In a way I thought of us as a
family and that made me feel safe, and loved a lot more than when it was
just Peter and I.

   It was about two years later that everything started to change
dramatically and my life went a bit crazy.

   Every week I would wash Kaiser in the shower in the ensuite.  I would
push him into the shower after I had sorted out the temperature of the
water and would then follow him in as naked as a jaybird.  I didn't feel
that being in the shower with Kaiser was any issue as I did it when Peter
was a home as well and he hadn't raised any concerns.  Peter just thought
it was the most sensible way to get him cleaned up.  In fact Peter would,
at times, wash Kaiser in the exact same way - naked in the ensuite shower.

   The task would evolve like so.  We'd both be in the shower.  I'd
concentrate on soaping down Kaiser and getting him clean.  I'd wash off the
dog shampoo with the shower head and I'd then turn off the water and exit
the shower leaving Kaiser inside.  Whereupon he would start to shake
himself to dry off as best as he could.  As soon as he stopped shaking
himself I would let him out of the shower to rub himself on a pile of old
towels that I'd thrown in a heap on the floor that I reserved for his use.
Once he'd finished trying to dry himself on the towels I would use my
blow-dryer to finish drying him off.

   Once Kaiser was dry I would get back into the shower and wash myself and
then I would exit and grab a towel to dry myself off and then I'd go into
the adjoining bedroom to finish drying myself, get dressed, put on my
make-up and then go back into the house to do whatever I was going to do
that day - I normally washed him early in the mornings.  I would then go to
work and return around 6 PM in the early evening - I work in Stone Cross
about a 20 minutes drive from where I live.

   I work for a PR firm as one of their sales executives and I love my work
- it keeps me interested and highly energized.  It also earns me a very
good living and Peter and I wanted for nothing.  We have more than enough
money to live the life we wanted and our saving were growing very quickly
in preparation for an early retirement when we planned to travel
extensively.

   About two years ago when Kaiser was almost fully grown I was finishing
drying myself off in the bedroom with Kaiser standing there looking at he
as he always did when he jumped up on me and I fell back onto the bed.  He
jumped up between my legs and started to hump me.  I knew immediately what
he was trying to do - he was trying to have sex with me.  I got very scared
and struggled to get him off me.  I was also yelling at him as well but he
growled in a very threatening way and I stopped struggling.  He tried to
push his way closer between my legs and I tried hard to stop my legs from
opening but as soon as I tried to clamp my legs closed he growled again and
gave me a sharp nip with his teeth on my exposed arm.  I stopped struggling
for good at that stage and after a few minutes of humping and my relaxing
my legs he managed to get his erect penis into me.  He had sex with me, it
didn't take very long I remember.  He then pulled himself off me and walked
to the corner of the room and started to lick his still hard penis.

   I was totally shocked.  I had never been raped before in my life.  In
fact I had never even come close to being molested by anyone and now here I
was, a 35 year old mature woman, having been raped by the dog that was
supposed to protect me from anything like that.

   I don't remember how but I got dressed and got downstairs.  I just sat
down for ages it seemed.  Kaiser came into the living room where I was and
I quickly went back to the bedroom and closed the door to keep him out.  I
stayed there for the rest of the day until Kaiser started to scratch at the
door and whimper.  I looked at the bedside table clock and realized that it
was well past his dinner time and that I had sat in the bedroom for about
12 hours.

   So I pulled myself together and went downstairs and fed him.  It was as
if nothing had changed for him.  He was happy - as always, ate his food
with gusto - as always and when he had finished gave me a great lick of
thanks on the front of my leg as he always did after he'd eaten.  I was
still in a mess.  I didn't eat anything that night and went back to bed
after I'd let Kaiser out into the garden for a walk around and to relieve
himself.

   That night I kept Kaiser locked out of the bedroom which would have been
the very first time that ever happened while he and I were alone and Peter
was at work.  When Peter was home he wasn't allowed in the bedroom to sleep
as Peter wouldn't allow it - I think he thought that it wasn't somehow
proper for Kaiser to see us having sex.  I even used to laugh at Peter for
saying things like that about Kaiser but now I'm not so sure he was wrong
about it.

   I couldn't sleep that night and kept on thinking about everything.  Did
I encourage him - I don't believe I did.  Was this natural for a sexually
mature dog - I didn't think so.  I wondered if masturbating in front of
Kaiser, as I often did when Peter was away, might be the cause but I
dismissed that as well as there was no reason I could think of that my
masturbating would excite Kaiser - he was a dog after all and wouldn't
connect my masturbating with sex.  Then I realised that he was sexually
mature and that he was at an age where he would be looking for a mate.  I
then though about the fact that I was in the middle of having my periods
and wondered if that had been a factor in the attack - I thought it might
be an issue.  All that night I continued to think about it and wondering
what I was going to do about Kaiser.  It was obvious that we couldn't keep
him but what would I say to Peter as a reason for getting rid of him.

   Kaiser stayed outside of the bedroom door all night and for the first
few hours he whimpered.  I think he understood that he was being punished
for something but I'm not sure that he could understand what it was that he
was being punished for.

   I finally fell asleep and had vivid sexual dreams about being raped
again and again and again all night and in my dream I was getting
incredibly excited by what was happening to me.  In the morning I woke up
still very excited and I masturbated about five times before I started to
calm down.

   I was still having my period so I had a very thorough bath and washed
myself as best as I could.  I took special care cleaning my vagina and in
fact had a douche to make sure there was no smell of my period.

   When I opened the bedroom door Kaiser was laying across the door wide
awake and he looked up at me with his, familiar, lop-sided grin.  My heart
melted and right there and then I forgave him what had happened but was
determined that it would never happen again.  Of course, I broke my promise
to myself within a few days when the dreams persisted every night - night
after night and I would wake up with my labia puffed up, an erect clit, and
the bed clothes flooded with by vaginal lubricant.

   I spent my spare time thinking through everything that had happened and
realized that the whole idea of being mated by Kaiser excited me.  I also
realized what it was.  It was the fact that I had totally been under his
control while this was happening.  It was Kaiser who had been in control.
He had growled and forced his will upon me.  He had raped me.  Just the
thought that I had been raped now excited me.  I kept on playing the rape
over and over again in my mind and every time I thought about it I grew
more and more desperate to have it happen again.

   By the time it was Kaiser next bath day I knew that I was going to make
such he had sex with me.

   I went through the normal early morning program of shampooing Kaiser,
letting him out of the shower to dry himself on his towels, giving him a
blow dry.  I then jumped back in and showered, then got out and dried off,
then I walked into the bedroom and called Kaiser to come with me.  I'd
never done that before and he came happily.  Once I was dry I knelt down
and called Kaiser over.  He seemed to think I wanted to play games with him
and it took me a while and a few instructions to get him calmed down and
standing still side onto me.  I reached under his stomach and felt for his
penis sheath.

   I started to masturbate him.  I had never done this to a dog but I
thought that it wouldn't be much different to masturbating a human male.  I
was wrong but not so wrong that I didn't manage to get Kaiser to have an
erection.  When he started to get excited I fell back over the side of the
bed and called Kaiser over.  He didn't know what to do and I had expected
that he would jump up and try to have sex with me like he had done before
but that, obviously, wasn't how it was going to happen.

   I leant forward and grabbed hold of his front legs and pulled him up
over my belly as I lay back down on the bed.  I then crossed my ankles
behind his rump so he couldn't climb back down.  I then reached around his
side with one of my arms and slid my hand down to continue to masturbate
him.  His erection, which had started to disappear came back and I used my
ankles to pull him forward so I could slide his penis into me.  As soon as
he felt his penis enter he started to thrust hard as he had before.

   That's when I started to pretend to struggle to get him off.  He started
to growl again in a very threatening way and a shock of excitement ripped
through me.  I didn't stop struggling as I had last time because I wanted
to be raped seriously.  Kaiser continued to growl and he started to nip me
again.  I continued to struggle while I opened his mouth and placed his
jaws on either side of my neck.  He seemed to take my cue because he closed
his jaws around my neck while continuing to growl at me.  That's when I
stopped struggling and he stared to have sex with me very forcefully. 
Whenever his jaws loosened I would start to struggle again and Kaiser would
tighten his jaws and growl and I would have a massive orgasm.

   I don't think it took Kaiser very long to ejaculate but during that time
I had more intense and many more orgasms that I had ever experienced before
in my life.  I think that when I became addicted to Kaiser and his penis.

   After that morning clean I would have sex with Kaiser in the same way
every morning, bath time or not, and many times in the evenings after I
returned from work.  The best were the weekend though when we would have
sex at the drop of a hat.  I even took him out for walks in the surrounding
woodlands and we'd have sex in little hidden away places.  I was in heaven.

   It was a few days after we had started to have sex regularly that I
discovered his `ball'.  [Note: it is actually called a `knot'] I don't know
if you're aware but about two thirds of the way down a dog's penis is an
area that swells up into a large ball.  I hadn't noticed this before
because Kaiser must have never entered me all the way.  I found it when I
reached down to slide my hand up and down his penis while he was in me and
I discover this ball and the fact that he had not, as yet, pushed his penis
all the way into me.

   The next time we had sex I used my crossed ankles behind his legs to
force his penis all the way into me.  I expected to feel the ball pushing
up against the entrance to my vagina but I didn't.  It was only later, as
Kaiser approached orgasm that I felt it start to swell inside me.  At first
I panicked and really tried to get Kaiser off but he wasn't going to allow
that and he gave me a very serious bite to my neck so I stopped struggling
as another massive orgasm wracked through me because of the excited of
being bitten so hard.

   His ball did swell up a lot and I could feel it filling my vagina and
starting to put pressure on my vaginal canal - it felt wonderful.  The only
problem was that as soon as Kaiser finishes he tries to get off me and go
to the corner of the room to lick himself and the first time I took the
ball he did that and I wasn't really prepared.T As his ball started to exit
my vaginal I felt a terrible pain at the entrance where his ball forced my
vaginal entrance to stretch more that it had ever stretched before.  I
guess it was a little like giving birth but never having had a child I
wouldn't really know.  All I do know is that the pain was quite terrible
and that excited me a lot and as the ball started to stretch my entrance I
started to cum and it didn't stop until he had been out of me for a few
minutes and it was so strong that it totally overwhelmed me.  That night I
touched by slightly torn entrance to my vagina and it stung which caused
another orgasm.  I had never known that being raped and experiencing pain
would made be this hot for sex.

   After that his ball and the pain as he pulled his cock out of me became
a core part of my sexual encounters with Kaiser.

   All through this time Peter was still coming home for one week out of
every four and our lives together didn't change in any noticeable way. 
Kaiser would reluctantly sleep outside the bedroom door and he never made
any moves that appear sexual in any way.  I think this must be because I
had, in effect trained him to start having sex based upon a fixed pattern
of behavior on my part and I never allowed the washing and subsequent sex
play to proceed.  I did this by locking him out of the bedroom when I went
in to dress and put on my makeup.

   About three months ago Peter, while he was home, suggested that we had
more than enough money in the bank for him to give up his job and find
something closer to home so that we could spend more time together. 
Although I liked the idea I knew that I wouldn't be able to give up on
having sex with Kaiser and I wasn't sure what I should do.  I was also
unwilling to allow my sex life to go back to riding my overweight and
unsatisfying husband.  I wanted more from sex than Peter was willing or
even able to supply.

   I started to read a lot of books and online material on how to spice up
our sex life.  I took on board a few ideas.  The first that I felt offered
us both a chance to make the big changes I was looking for was to start a
conversation on new ideas we could each bring to the table.

   The next time I talked with Peter I decided to broach the subject about
our sexual fantasies.  Peter was, at first rather timid and wouldn't open
up so I decided to go first.

   I mentioned that I'd always loved the idea of getting dressed up like an
erotic dancer and slowing striping off in front of a man (Note: The `erotic
dancer' fantasy is very common in women).  Peter seemed to like that idea a
lot and we agreed that I'd go and buy some naughty clothes and perform a
strip in front of him.

   The next time he came home I was ready and met him at the train station
wearing a large raincoat.  As soon as we got home I opened the raincoat and
showed him the tight bustier, tiny tight knickers, long fishnet stockings
and suspender belt that I was wearing underneath.

   His reaction was immediate and amazing.  I could see his erection as it
swelled up and tented his trousers.  He reached out to grab a breast and I
slapped his hand away and gave him a wicked grin and told him to wait until
later.

   For the next hour I walked around the house making tea, preparing
dinner, and doing other pointless tasks where I could expose myself to him.
He was more excited than I had ever seen him.  He maintained his erection
for all that time and I caught him rubbing his hard cock through his
trousers.  I told him off and told him to stop it because if he came he'd
have to wait until the next day before I'd let him 'have his present'.

   That night we had wonderful sex because it didn't happen in our bed but
in the kitchen with me bent over the sink and Peter taking me from behind.

   Kaiser was locked outside in the garden.

   While Peter was a home we'd discuss all sorts of sexual fantasies and
we'd try some of them out if we both agreed.  We would rent porn videos but
most of them were really awful and we'd end up laughing rather than getting
turned on.  We visited a sex shop and bought a collection of dildos and a
few different vibrators.  They were wonderful and we both loved them. 
Peter would use them on me while I masturbated him, very slowly, or I would
suck him and we would have a race and whoever came first would be the
loser. Peter's ability to withhold his climax really improved and as often
as not he'd win.  The loser had to suffer from a very slow masturbation
session where every time they came close to orgasm the stimulation would
stop.  Those games were wonder and excruciatingly exciting.

   When he was away at work I would send him pictures of me with a dildo
inside me, or a short movie of me playing with myself, and we'd discuss
other things we'd like to try.  He told me that he would masturbate looking
at the pictures and watching the homemade movies.  The thought of him being
excited and masturbating at pictures of me would excited me and I'd have to
make Kaiser fuck me whenever Peter would send me emails or tell me on the
phone what he was doing.

   We each wrote a list of all the sexual fantasies we'd ever had.  Some
we'd try out and others we wouldn't.  One fantasy we both had was
father-daughter sex and when we tried it out we both loved it so much that
we stayed in the parts for the whole week and I was my Daddies little girl
for seven whole days.  That was exhausting as Peter never seemed to get
enough.

   All the time though I was thinking about how I would broach the subject
of Kaiser and my wanting to have sex with him.  I decided to do it my way.

   I emailed Peter that I had just discovered an amazingly exciting sexual
idea that would make him cum in his trousers even just thinking about it
and that I'd let him know more when he came home.

   On the day he came back home from working away I had set everything up
the way I wanted and had put Kaiser in our bedroom so that he would be
where I wanted him to be when the 'show' started.

   About twenty minutes after Peter got home I told him I was going up to
the bedroom to 'get ready' and he was to come up when I called.

   I went up and got undressed.  Then I started to play with Kaiser and
when he got an erection I lay back which was Kaiser's signal to mount and
start fucking me.  As soon as he was inside me I called Peter up.

   Peter came into the bedroom, I was watching to see how he was going to
react'.  He came in, saw what was happening and a look to total disgust
came over his face.  He started to scream at me and left the bedroom.

   I tried to get away from Kaiser but he wouldn't let me.  I had to wait
until Kaiser had stopped fucking me before I could get away.  I covered
myself with dressing gown and went downstairs to the living room.  Peter
was sitting in his chair and was just staring at the floor.

   He looked up as I came in and gave me the same look as he had in the
bedroom.  He told me that what he had seen was the most disgusting thing he
could ever imagine and that he was going to leave me.  He said that he had
made up his mind while I had been upstairs, 'finishing fucking Kaiser.' He
then stood up, grabbed the bags he'd just come home with, grabbed the car
keys and left.

   The next time I heard from him was a few days later when his lawyer
phoned to let me know that Peter was going through divorce proceedings.

   It took about a year for him to get a divorce.  He still works on the
rigs in the North Sea and I live alone with Kaiser in our old house.

   I decided to come and see you (Note: she's talking about me her, now,
psychiatrist) because my life is not going anywhere and I don't know how to
move forward after what has happened.  I need help to get my life back on
track and am hoping you can help me.

   Although this case is not rare it is by no means unique.  However, most
often it is the man in the relationship that seeks more from his
relationship than does the women - from a purely sexual perspective. 
Although women do break up relationships because of a lack of sexual
satisfaction it is most often the male who does so.

   In this case I discussed with my patient the need for her to come to a
firm realisation of what she 'needed' in her life.  The things she would
not compromise on.  The 'Must Haves' and to keep those things in mind when
she starts to work out what to look for.  I then suggested that once she
had her list to then think about other 'must haves' or 'really like to
haves'.  Once she has this list she knows where she can and can't
compromise.  Until she has the list any search for the life she wants
becomes almost impossible.

   I suggested another appointment in two weeks and asked if she could make
sure she had her list ready for us to have a look at.

   Susan's list wasn't as large as I thought it might be and I have listed
the most important items below: "Keep Kaiser as a lover.  Keep working. 
Split our resources fairly 50/50.  Move house - too many bad feelings where
I am.  A MAN who knows what he wants and a lot of what he wants should be
what I want.  An incredible life.

   All the other things I want will depend on how my life moves forward. 
But right now these are the important things I want."

   I felt that the list wasn't particularly difficult to achieve.  She
already had Kaiser and her work.  The courts would split their resources
equally unless there was a good reason not to do so and having sex with
Kaiser wouldn't come up in court because that would shame Peter as much as
it would shame Susan so I was sure this wouldn't be a problem.

   From what Susan had told me and from what I expected from the divorce
Susan would have no problems being able to find herself a new home as she
would be wealth enough to do that and her present house would probably need
to be sold in any event.

   Finding THE RIGHT MAN may present a bit more of a challenge but I did
have a few ideas that Susan may want to hear.

   Having an incredible life I had to leave in Susan's capable hands.

   We discussed the list and Susan confirmed that, for now, that was what
she was looking for.  She agreed that my analysis of what would probably
transpire was correct and that she'd have the money to move, that there was
no reason she should have to give up working, that the house would be sold
and that she would end up with very close to 50% of combined resources
which would be quite enough money for her to find a lovely property almost
anywhere she wanted.

   (Note: It ended up that Susan received more than £1,000,000 from the
combined estate which was, as we agreed, enough to find a wonderful house
almost anywhere in the UK.) She also accepted my help in trying to find a
new man.  We discussed this for the rest of her session and I took copious
confidential and off-the-record notes.
Susan wanted a man who was distinguished, knew what he wanted in life,
loved to travel, worked hard when he was working, was successful, was
self-supporting - not a leach or a scrounger, was highly sexed - very
highly sexed, was sexually dominant and would not take any backchat from
his woman, would be accepting or even supportive of Susan's relationship
with Kaiser and had a good sense of dress and style.  In other words she
was looking for a complete change from her previous life, especially, in

the type of man she was looking for.

   She forcefully told me that she was over fat obese men who were so
obviously `lower-class' as was Peter.

   I first off made two suggestions and those were that she first check out
ALT.COM and see if she could find a man there who matched her needs and the
other was to give me some time to check my records as I knew that I could
probably find the man she was looking for there.

   (Note: Not only did I have records of men who had the same needs as
Susan but I also knew of female patients who's, ex-husbands had the same
needs.  So, although it is highly unorthodox to introduce one patient to
another it is not illegal to do so.)
I asked Susan if I could take a few pictures of her with my phone and
she agreed that I could use it to `pimp' for her.  Did I mention that she
is rather pretty?  In fact a few days later I received a large envelope
marked `private' with a number of rather naughty pictures of her alone and
her with Kaiser - not in sexual contact in case you might be thinking that

might be the case.)

   I had a few men in mind when I first made the `Find a Man' proposal to
Susan but in the end there was only one that seemed to fit well.

   He was a QC who practiced and lived to the West of London.  He had been
married but gained a divorce from his wife about 6 years ago - this almost
guaranteed that he was over any grieving he may have had about the
relationship and was ready to get back, if he was of a mind to do so, into
a new long-term relationship.  Being a QC (Queen's Council) he was a very
busy man and was certainly not short of money.  He also had all the power,
wealth, status, good looks and style that Susan was seeking.

   He had retained the house he was in when he was married and had paid his
wife for her share of the estate.  He had about 5 staff, a few cars, and a
modest collection of antique furniture and art.  The house was a relatively
large Victorian mansion of two stories and 12 rooms in about 8 acres of
land.  He had few hobbies as his work didn't give him much time for them.
He spent most of his time reading, working, and sleeping but for all that I
was sure that Susan could offer him enough in the way of distractions to
cause him to find quite a bit of free time for her.

   Alexander (Alex for short) had been a patient of mine a few years before
while and just after he was going through his divorce.

   He was all the things that Susan had listed.  He was a sexual dominant
and this had been serious issue with his wife when these feelings had
started to make themselves obvious about 12 years into their marriage.  He
was wealthy, powerful physically, well dressed, sophisticated, had
impeccable taste in clothes, food and wine.  He also had a very strong
desire for his women to be a `sex-slave' - these seemed to fulfill Susan's
list.

   I made a personal call to his Law Chambers and spoke to him in person
and asked if we could meet for lunch in the City sometime next week.  He
said he'd get his article clerk to set up an appointment.  A couple of days
later I had a time and day for lunch at Simpson's in the Strand.

   When we met I spent about 15 minutes bringing Alex up to speed on Susan
and what had transpired with her.  No names or personal details that would
allow her to be identified - which I'm sure Alex was appreciative off
because it meant that if I was so diligent about her privacy I would be the
same when it came to his privacy.

   He seemed to be rather excited by my description of Susan and I offered
to show him the pictures I had of her.  He seemed rather anxious to see
them so I passed the envelope to him and watched as he looked through them.
There are a number of very obvious signals and specific body languages that
let me know how someone is feeling and it was very obvious that Alex was
excited and not just sexually so.  He actually found Susan attractive and
alluring which was, very much, a bonus.

   It ended up that I would act as liaison for them to arrange a `dinner
date'.  It took about 10 days for us to find dates when Alex and Susan
would be available - the troubles all revolved around Alex and his calendar
to be honest.  Susan was ready and raring to go when I first described Alex
to her.

   That first `date' ended up being the first of many and within six-months
Susan had moved into Alex's place and had become the Mistress of Alex
Manor. 

   About a year later I received an invitation to dine at Alex's club and,
as expected, I dressed in tails and bowtie.  Susan wasn't there, as would
be expected [can't have a woman in a Gentleman's Club can we?].  Alex
brought me up to date on how the relationship was progressing.

   Alex and Susan were very happy and were thinking of marrying but they
also might not and rather leave the relationship as one where they
cohabited instead.  Kaiser was a wonderful dog and was no longer excluded
from the bedroom.  Alex was in total control of their lives inside the home
and they would have sex at least once a day.  But to keep Susan happy he
had got another large dog and they were thinking of getting another one. 
They had also discussed the idea of a bit of sado-masochism and Susan was
more than willing to try t.

   Alex also passed Susan's thanks onto me and I thought that was very
touching and asked him to pass my best wishes back to her which he said he
would.

   The dinner was excellent as was the wine and we finished up close to
midnight.  I returned home but Alex slept at his club that night as he had
work early the next morning.

   It's been over three years now and I haven't heard from either of them
over that time.  I can only hope that they are still happy and everything
is going well for them.