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was
fucking scary, being here in this high-tech torture chamber, hooked up to all
this noisy, scary equipment. Maybe the skinny doctor was onto something. But…
“You know my grandma and great-grandma are both big women, and they seem to be
okay.”
    Matt raised his head and looked into her
eyes. “Charlie told me your mom was little. Maybe you got genes from her that
are trying to tell you that you shouldn’t haul around so much weight.”
    Maybe so. Her mother had been a tiny,
Japanese-American woman her dad had met in San Francisco while playing football
there, nothing like the grandmothers who’d raised her. Keisha figured it was
possible her mom had passed along some skinny genes, the way Matt was
suggesting. Then again , she thought darkly, Matt might be regretting
a little bit that he has a Mistress who weighs more than he does. “You sure
you don’t just want a Mistress who’s skinny like Tawny Winters?”
    “Jack’s welcome to Tawny. She’s too easy on
him, but of course that’s not to say she isn’t drop-dead gorgeous. But I only
want you and you can take that to the bank.” He paused and dropped another
gentle kiss on Keisha’s lips. “I want you to get healthy, so we can play with
each other ‘til we’re old and gray. Baby, you know I lost my mother and dad
when I was twelve years old—Mom to death and Dad to prison. I don’t think I
could stand to lose you, too.”
    Keisha saw a couple of tears escape from
his expressive brown eyes and make their way down his cheeks. If she could move
her hands without disconnecting the IV tubing, she would reach up and brush
those tears away, but she was afraid she’d pull something out, so she looked up
at him and said, “I’m not goin’ anywhere. I promise. I suppose if this other
doctor that’s coming to check me out says I ought to have an operation, I’ll do
it. And I’ll let you take control over me for a while, the way I’ve been
controlling you. I guess turnabout’s fair play. Think you can do it?”
    “Count on it, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever
it takes to help my Mistress get back in fighting shape, even if it means
taking charge of us for a while. I’ll even try to keep your clients happy while
you’re recuperating.”
    * * * * *
    At first it had been hard, but as time had
gone by, Matt had started to enjoy what he’d feared he couldn’t pull off—the
switch. Part of him enjoyed commanding Keisha’s pleasure, but a larger part of
him still longed for the day when he could go back to being her obedient slave.
    She had taken back her agent work three
weeks after the lap-band procedure, but it had been months now and he was still
in charge of her diet, her exercise and most important, her sexual
satisfaction—in addition to his job playing football for the Rebels. When he
had to be away on road trips, their housekeeper would oversee her diet and
remind her to do her exercises.
    Not that he’d have it any other way, even
when it seemed he’d been in control 24/7 for the longest time in his life. The
longest time since he’d handed over his sexual freedom to Keisha, anyhow.
    This stint at trying to be her Master
wouldn’t go on for much longer now, and he was glad, because he realized what a
stretch it was for Keisha to submit. She’d already lost more than half the
weight the doctor had insisted upon, her diabetes was under control and her
sleep apnea had almost disappeared. The vomiting and nausea she’d suffered at
first following the surgery had stopped as her body got used to a new way of
eating.
    Matt chuckled. Dr. Stein had mentioned
today when they had gone in for Keisha’s checkup, that she should reach her
weight goal before the year was out. He could hardly wait, because then she’d
be taking back the reins in their relationship. Not that he minded being the
one issuing the orders, it was just that it got damn tiresome after a while,
trying to dominate a reluctant sub. He even found he sometimes missed the pull
of