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6. Morning
Sarah was not used to wake-ups from her husband. It was not her style, no matter how many times other subs, switches and dominants told her that it was something every woman should have on their submissive spouse’s to-do list. She did not want to be bothered before she got up on her own. Edward could lay her clothes out, bring in coffee, and toast while she showered, never before. That day, Edward waited as long as he could after shutting off the alarm before waking The Woman of the House, knowing this was an exception.
"Ma’am? Miss Sarah?" he whispered every name she allowed him to call her, finally she woke to "Mistress."
"Are they gone yet, baby?" She kissed him passionately and he kissed back, wanting to accept the new affection, but knowing she would be severely injured if they wasted any time. She stretched, surprised that she was not sore like she expected. "Oh, I feel like a new woman! I wonder what is in that stuff you rubbed on me? Please tell me that was a bad dream last night?"
"Sorry, no Ma’am, I need to get you ready."
Sarah’s face sunk. She nodded yes and let her Pet quickly refresh her memory, and then she led the way. Ed heard Joe unlock the door earlier; Ed opened it for Sarah and followed her to the master bedroom. Joe was sitting up, propped against the big pillows. He looked like he was in the middle of a magazine shoot. The image in her mind of what she did the night before, combined with the image of the late-forties/early fifties "hunk" in her bed caused her to smile and stumble half of a step; the feeling of warmth inside took her by surprise.
"Ed bitch, get a fucking shirt or robe on yourself,” Joe barked as the under-the-covers lump at his crotch moved, it was Nancy’s head. Sarah nodded yes at Ed as she entered the master bath and leaned against the wall, not believing that she had just felt a feeling of attraction to that rapist. Ed retrieved his robe and joined her, taking it off in the bathroom and asking permission to enter the shower to speed things up.
Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled him in, then wondered why she did not have him wash her before. His hands were so sensual. It was so beautiful and loving. Reality and history jumped to mind, she had not allowed him to touch her intimately in years. It started when he thought she was mad at him and he did not touch her all day. He thought it would only anger her more, but Sarah did not know that. When she woke with his arms around her, she yelled at him, but only out of surprise, and the touching stopped. It gave her the opportunity to see others more, since he never objected. Days became weeks, and now nearly a decade without the usual intimacy of a marriage. Sarah wanted to cry, but choked it back, kissed Edward, and then cried in his open, wet mouth. They soaped and cleaned each other together, then dried each other with the big fluffy white towels. Sarah thought, 'Things are going to be different from now on. He will be my husband again and I his wife, with showers like this at least twice per day!' Sarah sat under the hair drier as Edward applied her makeup like a professional. Custom formulated base, keyed to her skin-tone. Red and maroon eye shadow, heavy black eyeliner, heavy blush, bright red lipstick. The couple emerged, she in a towel, he in his robe.
"Lose the towel, bitch," Joe commanded and Sarah dropped it on the dresser as the couple walked toward the closet.
"Misses Kneeler, your outfit for the morning is there in the dressing corner," Nancy called out as her head popped up from the covers. Nancy was a bit miffed that even Sarah’s feet were ‘perfect’ as she walked naked across the room.
As they approached, all was familiar to them both. Ed knelt down and held the heavily boned black and red leather corset as Sarah stepped into it, and then he worked it up into position and began to tighten the laces to Sarah’s normal like - snug around her 20" waist. Just then, it dawned on Sarah that Nancy and Joe must have been in her closet. She never let anybody in there, not Edward, not even her most frequent and trusted playmates. Her sense of violation returned.
"Turn, bitch. Let me see the back," said Joe and the couple obeyed. "Tighter, no gap."
Sarah bit her lip as Edward answered, "Yes, Sir Joe," and paused for Sarah to exhale before tightening the laces. She felt like her waist was now smaller than 18". Next, her garter belt and stockings. Edward rolled the sheer black stockings up her long, perfect legs, keeping the seams straight, and clipped on the four straps. Next, the black lace panties with red ribbon and then Ed presented the 6” spike heel red satin pumps and Sarah stepped into each one. A red leather collar was on the table, Nancy and Joe must have brought with them. It read "bitch" in brass letters across the front and had strange lumps along the sides. Edward buckled it on to the proper snugness.
"Misses Kneeler, don’t forget your wig. We don’t want the wrong people recognizing you."
The announcement set Sarah back. She wanted to ask who was going to see her and where, but knew it was of no use and would only make matters worse. Edward put her freshly combed, long blonde hair up, and then applied the selected long black wig. The wig was attached to a latex hood, with ear holes, that exposed her face from forehead to chin and served to keep the wig in place, even if pulled hard. He managed to do it without smearing her makeup. As soon as she was dressed, she walked to the dresser as if on cue to model the outfit for Joe and Nancy.
Joe got out of bed, looked at Edward and barked, "Bitch, get my duster." He obeyed immediately. Seeing Joe’s body again sent another wave through Sarah, ending in wetness between her legs as Edward returned from the closet and held the long coat open for Joe. Joe donned it, and then snapped it shut at the bottom. He snapped a leash onto Sarah’s 'bitch' collar and said, "Crawl. Heel." Sarah obeyed, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the cliché Dominant ritual. "Be sexy, bitch" is all he said to force a smile from her as she followed him to the kitchen, negotiating the steps perfectly as she had done with so many before. As they passed her home office, Sarah noted the almost invisible thread she kept jammed at the bottom of the door was not disturbed. At least nobody found the key and got in there.
The kitchen was a disaster. While Sarah and Ed slept, the guest couple had eaten half the food Edward prepared. Apparently, Nancy got to eat some from the floor, or something. Her cigarette ashes were everywhere too. Entering the kitchen, collared, leashed and on all fours, was another deep violation to Sarah. Her kitchen was off limits for play. Joe sat in the big chair with Sarah kneeling at the base, yet another violation if her chair.
"Okay, bitch, you are going to order some breakfast. Here is the number and the list."
Sarah looked it over; this was going to cost a fortune. “Sir Joe, um, they will probably want a credit card number before . . .”
He slapped her hard and said, "Stand. Go get your purse."
Sarah obeyed, remembering to be 'sexy' and used her finest strut into the living room as Joe watched her. "Be sexy" must have been his favorite command. The thought of her helpless husband in the 'care' of Nancy overrode thought of bolting for the door and running to the neighbors. She thought, 'At least Ed still responds to me, Nancy is not going to be able to steal him, especially after the next time I get some privacy with him.' She returned to the kitchen and began to open her purse; Joe slapped it away, "Tell them that you are paying cash."
"Yes Sir," she said nervously, confused by the senseless set of orders. His accent sounded familiar as she finally noticed what Ed noticed last night, he is not some hick. The familiarity was odd, like a Harvard or Yale accent, similar to some of the college boys Suzanne dated in Boston. Her attraction to him built faster than she could suppress it. She dialed the kitchen phone and placed the order for the $200 breakfast. Surprisingly, they accepted cash payments and would be there soon.
Sarah had not noticed Joe had gone to the living room while she was on the phone. When she hung up Joe called out, "Bitch, get in here." On the way, she realized that she did not have that much cash in the house. "Here is how it goes. You greet the delivery people, have them set it up in here in the living room and then they do what they want with you, no marks. They leave, you stay. Got it?"
"But Sir, I don’t have $200 in the house . . ."
"Then they will want to do more. And I said no marks, so you tell them that and you figure out the rest. If they start getting too rough, just call my name in any manner," he said as he pulled a pistol from a hidden holster in his duster. The sight of the pistol caused Sarah to scream. "Don’t worry, bitch. It is not for you, as long as you behave. It is backup for them, in case they get forget their manners. You sit in here and start feeling sexy, I’ll be in the kitchen."
While Joe filled Sarah in on her morning 'roleplay,' Nancy dressed Edward in her bra and panty set from the night before and had him dance on the mirrored dresser for her while she watched from the bed, touching herself. If her pumps had fit him, he would have been wearing them too. He was more than willing to entertain her, accompanied by loud "stripper" music. After a few songs, Nancy turned on the monitors for a view of the first floor to see Joe leaving Sarah in the living room. She noted the look on Sarah’s face, her fake smile left as soon as Joe turned his back. Nancy always thought Sarah’s smile and perky manner at work was a put-on. Now she knew this one was the fake.
Nancy turned off the music and called Ed to the bed. “Yes Ma’am,” he exclaimed with a sincere smile, jumped off the dresser, kicked a gymnastic split, and pranced to the bed. Nancy turned down a corner of the bed and smiled back, inviting him in to cuddle with her.
"I have a little treat for you and you need to show it to The Woman of the House just after Sir Joe and I leave. It is very important that you persuade her to watch all of it before she calls anybody, understand? I do not want my boss getting herself into any trouble."
Ed lost his smile for a moment, when Misses Clarke used the word "understand." "Yes Misses Clarke, I understand and I will make sure she watches it before calling anybody."
"Good boy," she purred the only sexy tone in her palate. Edward almost forgot the grating quality of her regular voice. She slipped his hand to her thigh and she placed hers on the panties that covered his hard cock. The only time he wore women’s clothes was when the once-in-a-blue-moon guest of Sarah’s that wanted to humiliate him while using her. Never before had a woman let him wear the clothes she had just worn and it was a surprising turn-on to him. Everything about Misses Clarke was becoming a turn-on to him. Nancy put a card into a socket on the network box atop the dresser and asked Ed to pull it up on a side monitor. The program data at the bottom of the image showed thirty minutes. "Now, Ed, she will know where all of these scenes were shot and by no means are they all we have, understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," he stammered while losing his erection.
"Nice that you understand this is serious. She is so lucky to have a bright one like you!" she said as they watched scenes of several Mercedes sedans that Sarah owned in recent years, arriving at various locations. To the uninformed viewer, they were nondescript buildings and houses. "Watch this last one, it is important, make sure she remembers who this one is." Edward watched as Sarah arrived at a beautiful house in the most expensive neighborhood in town, driving her current white Mercedes and parked next to a red Porsche in the driveway. He really did not know why that one would be important, so he made a mental note. What he could tell is they were all archived movies that looked as if they were recorded by security cameras around town.
Edward began to pull away from Nancy, she pulled him back and cuddled him. "Don’t worry, baby, if everybody cooperates, Misses Kneeler will have a better job, so will I and we will all be very intimate friends," she laughed, her voice became a sonic torture again. “If not, she will be in and out of court with angry wives and husbands wanting to kill her and you two will have plenty of others to entertain with your talents.” Edward trembled and clung to her as she turned off that monitor and they concentrated on the main show in the living room.
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