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to give up on the
money that so helped the family. But it wasn’t just the money. She also felt a
strange need to return each week – something calling her more than the money.
Something that made her feel ashamed and exhilarated at the same time in a way
she could not understand or explain.  Neither could she explain how she
allowed Mr. Jordan to persuade her to behave in this way.  All she knew
was that now, she would do whatever Mr. Jordan asked of her, no matter how
humiliated she felt at the time, no matter how subversive she thought his
suggestions to be. She felt nothing for him. She was not afraid of him, yet she
was compelled to follow his each and every suggestion, she didn’t know why or
how.  It had started with exposing her breasts to him, then to touching
herself for him, then after having suggested she select a sex toy from a
catalogue, the following week he presented it to her and asked her use it. From
there things had gone on beyond what Nicole could possibly have imagined in her
previous naiveté. 
    Nicole caught herself deep in thought and realised she needed to
prepare. She reached beneath the dressing table and retrieved a pair of high
heel shoes which she stepped into.  In a drawer she found the leather
collar with a ‘D’ ring that she wore around her neck, as always at Mr. Jordan’s
behest. On her wrists she fastened the leather cuffs that also had a ‘D’ ring
on each. Finally around her ankles she placed the leather ankle cuffs with ‘D’
rings. She always felt as if it was like a suit with no clothes. Just the collar and cuffs. Drawing a deep breath she opened
the door and walked edgily to the top of the stairs, the shoes pulling her
calves taught and straightening her posture. Then slowly she descended the
stairs taking care because of the tall slender heels. Reaching the hallway she
heard the click of the heels increase on the polished wooden floor and, passing
several others, she approached the door to the summer room.  She knocked
once and waited for Mr. Jordan to bid her to enter. She found his ways unusual,
weird even, but put it down to his class and upbringing. At the sound of his
voice she opened the door and with her heart racing stepped into the room.
    Mr Jordan was seated in his wheelchair at the patio windows looking out
into the garden, a hand lazily stroking his beard. Nicole closed the door
behind her and stepped into the centre of the room, the shoes quietened now by
the deep pile of the rug. He was, she thought, about sixty - maybe sixty five -
and gave the impression of belonging to a different world, one that was fast
fading into the past.
    “Good morning Nicole.” He said without looking at her. “How are you
today?”
    “I’m very well Mr Jordan.” She replied, an almost imperceptible tremble
in her voice. She stood as straight as possible with her hands by her sides,
the palms pressed against her thighs.
    “The tits are very playful in the garden today.” He remarked. “I’ve
been watching them for an hour or more. Such delightful
creatures.” Nicole did not answer.
    He manoeuvred the wheelchair around to face her and for a moment just
sat and stared at her.
    “And you Nicole, are you feeling playful
today?”
    “I am Mr Jordan.”
    “Did you come on the bus?”
    “Um, no. Today I decided to walk.”
    “That’s disappointing to hear Nicole. You know how I like you to ride the
bus.”
    “I do. I’m sorry. It was a nice day....”
    “I like you to ride the bus on the back seat with your hand inside your
clothing Nicole.” He interrupted her, his voice a little sterner. “I like to
know that you have done that before arriving here.”
    “I know Mr Jordan.” Nicole hung her head “I am sorry.”
    He let out a deep sigh and wheeled the chair closer to her on the rug.
    “I hadn’t intended punishing you today, but I’m disappointed. You have
disappointed me Nicole. Do you understand?”
    Nicole nodded her head keeping her eyes focused on