Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. I send him a photo of my right breast falling out of my suit. Come home to find some things I ordered for the trip have arrived, just in time. I run upstairs to try on my new bra and nipple clamps and send a photo to the DG. But we kept talking while I was on the road, and I found that I can open up about anything to him. One morning, after waking from a hot dream, I asked him how he would spank me if given the opportunity.