Ruth was an upstanding woman, and has been all her life. She grew up in an era where saving yourself for your husband was a strict expectation, and she had only ever known her husband. He was a successful manager at the end of his career and his job kept him away from the house for long periods of time as he went to the out of state offices training people before he was fully retired in just over a year. Ruth and her husband Stephen were empty nesters. They had raised a family and raised them well, and they were off having families of their own. Ruth filled her time maintaining the home and doing volunteer work, and that is where you met her.

Ruth was nice, kind... and for lack of a better term, perfect. However that royally pissed you off. You longed to discover everyone's dirty laundry. No matter how much you dug into my life, you couldn't find anything. Even hacking my social media and gaining access to my home computer and phone didn't turn up anything... so with the help of modern technology, you created the dirt.

Months of planning in the making came to this point. Ruth dropped her husband off at the airport for a month long trip and she returned to a mysterious package at the front door. She parked in the garage, and went to the front of the house to get the mail and the package. Once inside she opened the package and found a few photos, a note and a cell phone. "If you don't want these photos posted everywhere, sent to your husbands coworkers, sent to the place you volunteer, sent to your family, you will text "Yes Master" to the number in the phone. I am waiting.

Looking at the photos... and they were the lewdest photos ever... and they were of me. I was nearly panicking as I looked at the phone. Feeling trapped and hopeless, I texted the number as ordered... and waited... and waited... watching the phone for a reply.

All limits and kinks will be discussed before beginning. Lets have some fun.