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handed me an envelope. On the cover it had my name. I opened it and inside were a series of documents. They had titles like Weekly Schedule , Daily to-do List , Infractions and Their Punishments , Weekly Budget , and Cleanliness Requirements . Each was specifically addressed to me, with an outline of his expectations, a course of action, and the consequences of success and failure. There were tables, indexes, cross-references, and charts. They were written like legal documents, with an impersonal tone that should have offended me but turned me on instead. He had done all this for me?
    â€˜I’m very controlling,’ he said. ‘Most women tire of it quickly. You probably will, too.’
    â€˜I wouldn’t be so sure.’
    I kissed him and turned on the light next to the bed so I could read every word. The schedule, budget and to-do list were pretty self-explanatory. The schedule designated a specific day for every little thing and the daily to-do list provided the order in which they were to be done. The budget set out how much everything would cost, both in money and time; a budget, he noted, was to govern the distribution of all limited resources, not just money. I was always to know what was expected of me, and these documents left little doubt. You would think I’d have run as fast as I could in the other direction. I had always been a rebel, a non-conformist. I bristled at anyone’s attempt to assert control over me, but the events of the past weeks had shown me where that led. In fact, if I looked a little deeper under my devil-may-care façade, I found an aimless malcontent. I didn’t like my life, but I liked how Pete made me feel. Besides, my alternative was to try to dig my way out of debt myself, and that seemed destined to fail.
    As I read I was taken away to a different place, and relished the cozy sense of security it made me feel. For the first time in years I went to bed knowing exactly what I would be doing the next day. A few years ago this would have made me intolerably claustrophobic, but now, tucked into Pete’s immaculate bed, it made me feel good.
    The Cleanliness Requirements read like the priestly codes in Leviticus (the priests must have been the OCD members of the tribe). There were sections on menstrual cleanliness; showers necessary before spankings or sexual activity, responsibility for providing a dark towel for lovemaking or bare-bottomed spanking, etc, and sections on hair removal; waxing or shaving acceptable, using his razor unacceptable; pubic coiffure according to my preference, but au natural and totally bald discouraged. Things like laundry days, ironing and dry cleaning budgets were in the other documents. The only part of the cleanliness document that made me blush was the part about the mandatory self-exam prior to sexual activity or spanking. After completing any necessary ‘natural functions’, I was instructed to use a mirror, to be provided, to inspect my pussy and ass for stray bits of toilet paper, lint and other inexplicable but mortifying bits on my nether regions. I was not only required to stand with my back to a wall-mounted mirror, bend over and peer through my legs – urged to use my hands to spread my cheeks for a better view – but I also had to straddle a mirror on the floor and look down at the view it provided, preferably spreading my labia with thumb and forefinger and peering inside. I didn’t know what he expected me to find in there, but his detailed instructions made me worry about what all my previous boyfriends might have found. The document explained the difference between an anal douche and an enema, prescribing a self-administration of the former prior to anal sex or punishments of a certain severity, and reserving the latter for him to administer on the occasion of particularly severe punishments. A footnote promised that the varying levels of punishment would be elaborately discussed in the punishment