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    Harriet woke as Tom was untying her hands. She knew from the shadows in the room that she had been asleep for several hours. She rubbed her wrists when the ropes came off. There were red marks in the flesh where she had jerked at the cords during the hours she had been bound. Thinking back to the last evening, she judged she had been tied up for the better part of fourteen hours. She stretched her arms behind her and over her head, her breasts moving as she did so, and she noticed Tom watching. Was he regretting the end of his brief period of truancy? For now it was over. Harriet was free again and she had to reassert her control over him – but she felt curiously reluctant to resume making all the decisions for them both.
    Tom left the room without saying anything, and Harriet was grateful for his tact. She heard him go down the stairs as she entered the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stripped off her damp stockings and suspenders and waited for the water to warm. As she washed she was conscious once more of how tired she was. Sex, she reflected, took a great deal of energy, even when one was the more or less passive partner. The water was relaxing, and she took her time. She washed her hair and took a long time drying off. She realised she was delaying the moment when she had to face Tom, something she had never bothered about before. She felt awkward. If it were possible, she would have said she was shy after their sexual adventure.
    But there was nothing for it but to take matters into her hands once again, so she belted her dressing gown and went downstairs to find him. In the front room she found him waiting with a tray of coffee and sandwiches. She was relieved that he had resumed his role of servant without further instructions from her. He was making it as easy as possible for her, she realised. He said nothing, waiting for her to speak as he had done in the past. But Harriet had nothing to say yet. She merely nodded her thanks and poured a cup of coffee.
    As she drank, Tom went back into the kitchen, as she had trained him to do. He had clearly realised that the moment was over and had slipped back into the role she had assigned him, although Harriet wondered if he would be able to stay in character after their morning’s encounter. She had the steadying effect of long habit and would find it easier to resume the dominant role, but Tom’s experience as the submissive partner was not so lengthy and he might not find it so easy to go back to. And the role might not be as satisfying to him now as it had been.
    Harriet decided to say nothing about her feelings yet. She would have to speak in time, but she thought her silence might intimidate him. And when she had not yet made up her mind about her own course of action, it was better to keep silent and let the other side think you were in control rather than speak prematurely and look indecisive.
    Tom kept himself busy and out of the way without being told what to do. Harriet heard him moving about the house, tidying up. The sound of the vacuum cleaner came from the top floor, and presently he passed through on his way to the cellar to put away the things that had been in use the previous evening. Evidently, he was as reluctant to face her as she was to deal directly with him. The only words Harriet exchanged with him had to do with the housework. She read the Sunday papers then picked up the novel she had been reading. As the afternoon wore on she began to feel more her old self – more relaxed and in control – and so she went upstairs to change into her leather corselet, the ‘uniform’ she wore whenever she wanted to emphasise her dominance. Tom had told her that he always associated the corselet with her dominance.
    Putting on a pair of sheer black tights first, she eased herself into the tight leather panty-corselet, zipping it up the back before settling her full breasts into the cups. It was as if she had grown a second skin. The tight leather