Phillip approved. He loved her independent spirit and the fact that she expressed it through her clothing. As she more and more became his sexual slave, he needed to be sure to allow her this freedom of expression.
In the soft light of the setting sun, Sarah unbuttoned her blouse. With a quick look around, she let it fall off her shoulders, revealing a sexy red pushup bra beneath. The blouse had been buttoned too high to show her cleavage, which, now revealed, showed like a dark line between two beautiful hills of white. The scarlet of the bra only accentuated their paleness, though it beautifully matched the color of her blushing cheeks.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the pillar of the porch as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Instead of pantyhose, she wore garters and hose with a thong covering her shaved mound. His cock rose, straining the fabric of his pants and he shifted his weight to ease the pressure.
Her seductive smile teased. “You like these?” Turning on the porch, she modeled her sexy underwear. He amended his description of her—carefree hippie mixed with confident businesswoman mixed with a healthy dose of wanton underneath.
“I like them very much, slave. Now take them off.”
Phillip absolutely loved the way the color came up in her cheeks when he commanded her. Just as he expected, she took off the least-revealing item first, unsnapping her stocking from the garter and rolling it down her long, shapely leg. She’d draped her blouse and skirt over the porch railing, now she balanced the rolled-up stocking on top before bending and taking off the other. Once that joined its mate, she slid the garter belt down and off, then hesitated. Phillip grinned as she tried to decide which would embarrass her least…the bra or the thong.
A truck roared past the end of the driveway just as she unclasped her bra. With a start, she jumped and looked toward the road as if she expected the driver to magically appear in the small clearing. Phillip watched with amusement as she realized it was already long gone. Her shoulders slumped in relief.
“You will be naked in front of others soon, you know.”
Sarah looked up, her eyes wide. Yet her voice was steady when she spoke. “I know. I’m almost ready.” She grinned, her composure coming back. “The truck just surprised me, that’s all.”
Phillip nodded to the north. “Just my neighbor, who drives a big, souped-up truck to prove his manhood to the world.”
With an enigmatic smile, Sarah just nodded. She pulled off the bra, then pushed down her thong almost as if she wanted to get the ordeal over with. Phillip recognized the signs. Whether it was something he’d said or just that she thought she’d almost gotten caught, he wasn’t sure. But Sarah’s sudden rush to get undressed and stand before him naked told him she wanted to be indoors. Fast.
Stepping to the door, he held the screen open for her as she gathered her clothes and brought them in with her. Pushing her to the edge of the cliff without pushing her off tended to be a delicate balance sometimes. Wondering what had suddenly turned her off and hoping he hadn’t pushed too far, he followed her inside.
Chapter Two
Limits
Sarah set her folded clothes on a chair just inside the living room door, then took the stance Phillip had taught her. Legs slightly parted, her hands clasped behind her back, her chin up and her gaze straight ahead and waiting. A slave’s position.
Her nipples stood out in the cooler air inside the cottage and little goose bumps crawled along her arms, making her shiver. She shook herself and took a deep breath, mentally putting away the stresses of the week, relaxing into the role she loved. The questions in the back of her mind could wait until later. After they’d had wonderful sex. Her pussy twitched. Definitely after.
“Your cuffs are on the dining room table. Go put them on.”
“Yes, Sir.” Stepping lightly, she crossed through the small arch that separated the two rooms and saw the four leather straps lying in a neat row on the table. Four tiny golden locks glinted beside them.
Taking one of the cuffs off the table, she paused to inhale the scent of the leather deep into her lungs. The scent of her submission. She let the aroma settle her deeper into her mindset. Bending to circle her ankle with the cuff, she knew she exposed her pussy to him where he stood in the doorway. She didn’t try to hide the naughty grin this time as she closed the lock. As she stood to pick up the cuff for her other ankle, she shifted her position slightly so Phillip could get an even better view. The small snick of the metal going home and locking the leather never failed to send a little shiver along her skin.
Standing again, she kept her legs apart as she picked up the shorter strap of leather designed for her wrist. The left cuff went on easily, fitting snugly. Each click of the little locks pushed her further and further along her weekly journey as she shed her public persona, allowing Phillip more and more control over her body and mind. She didn’t even know where he kept the keys to these—and she didn’t want to know.
The right cuff gave her trouble, however, as it often did. Being right-handed, using her left hand felt awkward and clumsy. Each time she pulled the cuff tight enough but then felt it loosen as she tried to thread the arm of the lock through the D ring that would secure the leather around her wrist.
“Here. Let me help.”
Phillip was there, his fingers assured and comforting. Sarah smiled up at him, loving the way he knew just when she needed help. The soft light of the autumn sunset came in through the screen on the front door and lit the highlights in his dark hair making him look like an angel with a halo of golden light. The last vestige of the everyday mask she wore slipped off, baring her true nature to the only man she had ever trusted to handle it.
“I am yours to command, Sir.” Her voice trembled with suppressed anticipation.
Phillip took her chin, tilting her face so he could look into her eyes. He weighed her, as if debating his course of action. Sarah put her now-cuffed arms behind her back, trying to wait patiently. When he spoke, his voice was deceptively soft.
“Each week you come and give so much of yourself to me, my slave. Soon you will live here all the time. Will you be so willing every night when you come home from work?”
“Every night?” Sarah thought of her unchanged, normal days juxtaposed with nights in sexual servitude and her heart beat a little faster. She thought about pushing aside the multitude of questions that had arisen throughout the week. But Phillip only ever wanted the truth from her, no matter how hard it might be to deal with. With regrets, she realized the sex would just have to wait. He knew her too well and wasn’t going to let her off easily.
Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “I do want to serve you, however you need me. Every day and every night.”
“But?”
All her concerns came out in a headlong rush. “I’m just not sure how. You see me at my best every weekend. All week all I can think of is what the weekend will bring. And I do the laundry and the dusting and I shave my legs and…” She hesitated only a brief second before plunging ahead and saying the word on the tip of her tongue. “My pussy. And I make myself as pretty as I can for you so that when you see me on Friday, you see me at my best.” Her cheeks turned red but she didn’t dare stop. This was too important and she needed him to know.
“But after we’re married, I won’t be able to hide all that from you. You’ll see me when I’m grumpy and stressed during the week and you’ll see me when I’m bloated and feeling fat. I won’t be able to keep anything from you and I’m worried you won’t like me when I’m…not at my best.”
“All right, Sarah. Come here.” Phillip took her hand and led her to the couch. Using her name instead of the endearment “my slave” had become his signal to her he wanted to talk to her as an equal. When he indicated that she should sit next to him rather than kneel on the floor, she knew she was right.
She tucked a leg up underneath her and sat facing him, her hands in his. He reached up, tucking a lock of her hair back behind her ear, running his hand down along her cheek to cup her face and she couldn’t resist turning to place a kiss in the palm of his hand. He didn’t begin until they held hands again.
“Sarah, when you were married to Tom, did he see you in all sorts of moods? Good ones and bad ones?”
“Yes. But that was different.”
“How?”
Sarah tried to explain. “Tom and I had a more…well, equal relationship. We made all our decisions together, discussed plans for our future together, even decorated our apartment and then our house together.” She shrugged and ducked her head as she always did when talking about sex out loud. “As far as the bedroom, well, we were young and both of us virgins. Neither one of us really knew what we were doing, so mostly we just acted from instinct and without a lot of imagination.”
“And you think that’s going to be different between us?”
“It has to be!” Sarah frowned. “I mean, I’m going to be your slave!”
“My
sexual
slave.” Phillip’s hands tightened around hers. “Sarah, you are an independent woman who has moods and thoughts and wonderful ideas all of her own. I am not out to squash that.” He paused to look at her with a warning in his eyes. “And I don’t want you squashing that either.”
“You’re my Master, though. When I come here on the weekends, I submit to you. Completely. Even to making you breakfast and sitting at your feet while you eat first.” She remembered how angry that had made her the first time he’d asked. But then she’d understood the reasoning behind it and hoped to be able to serve him like that again every once in a while.
Phillip’s eyes narrowed. “Okay, Sarah. What is it that’s really on your mind? Something tells me you’re skirting around an issue.”
She opened her mouth to deny it and gave a wry chuckle instead. Her shoulders relaxed, making her wonder when she had gotten so tense. “Yes, Sir. You got me. I am dancing around something.” She tried to explain. “I mean, what we’ve been talking about is really important too, but…” She sighed. “But, well…I want to keep my job.” There. Blurting it out wasn’t graceful but the issue was now out in the open.
Phillip looked puzzled. “Why wouldn’t you keep it?”
“Do you want me to?”
“What difference does it make if I want you to?” Phillip shook his head. “Sarah, haven’t you been listening? I love you. I want you. All of you. Your mind, your body, your spirit…everything. That means accepting you with all your good qualities and all the not-so-good ones as well. That also means accepting you with your strong independent streak. I’m not some monster who wants to beat that out of you. Your submission is a gift you give me every weekend. Once we’re married, it will be a gift you give me every moment of every day. That doesn’t mean you stop being a feeling,
thinking
human being!”
Sarah shook her head. “I just am not sure where the lines are. This is all so new to me.”
For answer, Phillip pulled her into his arms, his voice soft against her hair. “I know, Sarah-my-slave, I know. I’ve made mistakes in the past, mistakes I won’t repeat this time. Remember, this is a power sharing we’re trying to find our way through. We’ll find all our answers together.”
Sarah leaned back, looking into his eyes, searching for signs of the power-hungry male she once thought all dominant men to be. Of course, Phillip had shattered that stereotype the very first night he tied her up. She had since learned he would not demand control over her. She had to willingly give it to him.
“So you’re saying that, even though I’m your slave, it’s possible I could still disagree with you? Or refuse you?”
He hesitated. “Yes…and no. In some things, you might definitely disagree with me or even refuse. In others, you might still refuse but there would be consequences.”
“And a part of the journey is deciding which things are which?”
“Yes.”
Sarah considered. “And I can keep my job if I want to?”
“You can keep your job if you want to.”
“And my friends?”
“And your friends.”
“And you’ll still tie me up when we have sex?”
Phillip laughed. “And I’ll still restrain you in the manner I choose when we have sex.”
The rephrasing reasserted his dominance in the relationship and Sarah smiled. They’d work it out together. That was the important part. “Thank you, Sir. I really didn’t intend to start our weekend this way. It all sort of…just came out.”
Phillip stood and held out his hand and Sarah took it, letting him pull her up beside him. “Remember, slave. I always want honesty from you. Better to get this out of the way now than make me spend the entire evening trying to figure out what I’m doing wrong.”
She cocked her head at him. “What do you mean?”
“You get a faraway look in your eyes when your mind isn’t totally with me. Usually that means I’ve pushed a limit too far. Tonight I was afraid it was something I said. Promise me you’ll always tell me when you have concerns?”
Smiling, she put her hands behind her head, shifted her weight so she stood with her legs slightly spread and smiled up at him. “I promise, Sir.”
He grinned. “In that case, Sarah-my-slave, I do believe you’re ready for this.” He crossed to the buffet and picked up a thicker leather strap. Coming back to her, he held the collar in both his hands as he waited for her to lean forward and accept her servitude.