Bonnie had gone out that very next day and bought herself a red dress. She looked so much like the movie star. Well almost.
Martin had worshipped his wife's feet that night. It was the beginning. She had dipped her stocking toes in his glass of champagne and he had sucked them.
It made Bonnie squirm with pleasure and power. She told him so and admonished him for not sharing his secrets sooner. All those wasted years.
If course there were more secrets - eventually he told her. She told him of some of her own.
Finally in his early thirties, Martin got into a pair of panties - it was heaven.
Bonnie was delighted with his acquiescence. Bonnie's dominance grew as his submissiveness blossomed. And who were they hurting? Hadn't Ann Landers written in one of her columns that it was okay if consenting adults enjoyed aberrant sexual behavior, that there was no harm in such activity.
Martin became Bonnie's slut. She led him down a scintillating path of dark sexuality. A path he had wanted to travel all his life. He was so lucky to have such an understanding woman.