the new clothes he’d bought for her during the week. He loved dressing her. He set the clothes on the bed, then stared at the bathroom door a moment as he thought about what life would be like when they married and she moved here full time. A snippet of song came from the shower and he smiled.
Obviously he couldn’t dress her every day. In some of his fantasies he thought of her as a real, live doll he could dress up and then play with. But in reality, she was an independent working woman with responsibilities of her own. He picked up one of the cuffs and stared at it, weighing his dream world against the truth. While having a woman to do his every bidding, to play with or put on the shelf—or in a cage—as he saw fit, certainly held a great deal of attraction, the responsibility that came with such control boggled his mind. Having any pet meant taking care of that pet’s needs often before his own. He’d had a dog for a few months once but had found a good home for it when the constant need to be walked, fed, petted and bathed just got to be too much.
Of course, he had just been starting up the business then and didn’t have a lot of extra time. Now that he was semi-retired and had made enough money to live on for the rest of his life, he had time on his hands.
But he didn’t want Sarah to become just a pet. Well, he did, if he was being honest. Only a pet that could bathe herself, except when he felt like bathing her. A pet he didn’t need to take for a walk, except when he felt like putting a leash on her. A pet he could do anything he wanted with, except when he was too tired to do anything at all. In other words, a woman who would be his slave-pet combination when he wanted her to be and be a normal wife at all other times.
Selfish , that ’ s what you are , he chided himself. You want it all . Companion , sex - slave , trophy to show off to your friends .
But Sarah doesn ’ t seem to mind , another part of his psyche chimed in. She likes being controlled . You saw that with the stupid shoelace this morning . She ’ s not going to say no to you . To anything you want to do to her or any way you want to treat her .
He chuckled. Okay, not the last. Although he’d been rough, he’d never been abusive and never would. There was a line there and if he crossed it, Sarah would be out the door in a heartbeat. And he wouldn’t blame her. Pushing limits was fun only until he pushed too far. He was determined not to let that happen.
The song and the water stopped. Phillip scooped up the cuffs and put them in the top drawer where they belonged when they weren’t being used. With a last look at the clothes on the bed, he sauntered out of the room to get things organized for their errand day.
The outfit on the bed took Sarah’s breath away. He had such exquisite taste, she should probably let him choose all her clothes.
Actually, from the waist down, the attire was fairly ordinary for a Saturday of errands. White socks, sneakers and a pair of low-rise jeans with no panties made her feel naughty without giving anything away. But the white demi-cup push-up bra was anything but normal for her. The push-up bra she’d worn for him before had covered her entire breast. This one left very little to the imagination.
The blouse, however, caught her eye. White-on-white embroidery traced a flowing design around the low-cut neckline. The long sleeves belled at the wrists, making her feel like a lady-in-waiting in a fairytale Camelot. She spent a moment preening in front of the long mirror in the bedroom before giving her wet hair a final combing and dancing out to the living room.
Turning a pirouette, she modeled the blouse for Phillip. “Thank you, Sir. This blouse is beautiful!” She flounced the sleeves.
Phillip grinned. “Glad you like it.” He tugged it lower on her shoulders, exposing her cleavage.
Sarah’s eyebrows rose at the amount of skin she was now showing and resisted the urge to pull the
Obviously he couldn’t dress her every day. In some of his fantasies he thought of her as a real, live doll he could dress up and then play with. But in reality, she was an independent working woman with responsibilities of her own. He picked up one of the cuffs and stared at it, weighing his dream world against the truth. While having a woman to do his every bidding, to play with or put on the shelf—or in a cage—as he saw fit, certainly held a great deal of attraction, the responsibility that came with such control boggled his mind. Having any pet meant taking care of that pet’s needs often before his own. He’d had a dog for a few months once but had found a good home for it when the constant need to be walked, fed, petted and bathed just got to be too much.
Of course, he had just been starting up the business then and didn’t have a lot of extra time. Now that he was semi-retired and had made enough money to live on for the rest of his life, he had time on his hands.
But he didn’t want Sarah to become just a pet. Well, he did, if he was being honest. Only a pet that could bathe herself, except when he felt like bathing her. A pet he didn’t need to take for a walk, except when he felt like putting a leash on her. A pet he could do anything he wanted with, except when he was too tired to do anything at all. In other words, a woman who would be his slave-pet combination when he wanted her to be and be a normal wife at all other times.
Selfish , that ’ s what you are , he chided himself. You want it all . Companion , sex - slave , trophy to show off to your friends .
But Sarah doesn ’ t seem to mind , another part of his psyche chimed in. She likes being controlled . You saw that with the stupid shoelace this morning . She ’ s not going to say no to you . To anything you want to do to her or any way you want to treat her .
He chuckled. Okay, not the last. Although he’d been rough, he’d never been abusive and never would. There was a line there and if he crossed it, Sarah would be out the door in a heartbeat. And he wouldn’t blame her. Pushing limits was fun only until he pushed too far. He was determined not to let that happen.
The song and the water stopped. Phillip scooped up the cuffs and put them in the top drawer where they belonged when they weren’t being used. With a last look at the clothes on the bed, he sauntered out of the room to get things organized for their errand day.
The outfit on the bed took Sarah’s breath away. He had such exquisite taste, she should probably let him choose all her clothes.
Actually, from the waist down, the attire was fairly ordinary for a Saturday of errands. White socks, sneakers and a pair of low-rise jeans with no panties made her feel naughty without giving anything away. But the white demi-cup push-up bra was anything but normal for her. The push-up bra she’d worn for him before had covered her entire breast. This one left very little to the imagination.
The blouse, however, caught her eye. White-on-white embroidery traced a flowing design around the low-cut neckline. The long sleeves belled at the wrists, making her feel like a lady-in-waiting in a fairytale Camelot. She spent a moment preening in front of the long mirror in the bedroom before giving her wet hair a final combing and dancing out to the living room.
Turning a pirouette, she modeled the blouse for Phillip. “Thank you, Sir. This blouse is beautiful!” She flounced the sleeves.
Phillip grinned. “Glad you like it.” He tugged it lower on her shoulders, exposing her cleavage.
Sarah’s eyebrows rose at the amount of skin she was now showing and resisted the urge to pull the
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