Mistress Jasmine Made Me a Slave

"I think we will do this in a training session but then with you wearing high heels so you'll be prepared for this."

Just before the dance was over she handed me a letter saying that it was for my wife and she instructed me not to open it but just deliver it. I wanted to know what she had written to her but she refused to say just vaguely mentioning it was a social thing and I shouldn't worry my pretty head. Following Mistresses instruction I handed the letter to my wife who slipped it into her purse. Finally the festivity was over and we went back to our house. We raved about the success of the night. She kissed me long thanking me for being such a good spouse, taking care of her and not complaining when she was working long hours.

"I love you soo much", she said. "I know I chose the right partner, supporting me in everything."
Despite me feeling bad, having in mind cheating on her already quite a long time with Mistress Jasmine, we made love for the first time in quite a while and it was wonderful. After we had both come down from our sexual heights my wife went to the bathroom. I saw she took her purse from the nightstand.

I almost drifted off to sleep when all of a sudden I heard a loud scream, then crying and sobbing. I ran in shock to the bathroom, but when I opened it she cursed at me and threw the letter right in my face.

"You fucking pervert. How could you do this to me? Get away from me. I don't want to see you. Sleep somewhere else."

I couldn't say a thing, I was just standing there with my mouth open. When she passed me, her hand flew up and she hit me right into the face. Again and again.

"That is for cheating on me you stupid bastard. You will pay for this."

I was defeated completely and hung my head with burning cheeks. The letter was surely the key. I bend over to pick it up from the ground. It read:

Dear Ambassador,

we have been introduced to each other at the start of the Celebration of the Anniversary of your nomination as an Ambassador her in Germany.