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in the back of her mind could wait until later. After they’d had wonderful sex. Her pussy twitched. Definitely after.
    “Your cuffs are on the dining room table. Go put them on.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Stepping lightly, she crossed through the small arch that separated the two rooms and saw the four leather straps lying in a neat row on the table. Four tiny golden locks glinted beside them.
    Taking one of the cuffs off the table, she paused to inhale the scent of the leather deep into her lungs. The scent of her submission. She let the aroma settle her deeper into her mindset. Bending to circle her ankle with the cuff, she knew she exposed her pussy to him where he stood in the doorway. She didn’t try to hide the naughty grin this time as she closed the lock. As she stood to pick up the cuff for her other ankle, she shifted her position slightly so Phillip could get an even better view. The small snick of the metal going home and locking the leather never failed to send a little shiver along her skin.
    Standing again, she kept her legs apart as she picked up the shorter strap of leather designed for her wrist. The left cuff went on easily, fitting snugly. Each click of the little locks pushed her further and further along her weekly journey as she shed her public persona, allowing Phillip more and more control over her body and mind. She didn’t even know where he kept the keys to these—and she didn’t want to know.
    The right cuff gave her trouble, however, as it often did. Being right-handed, using her left hand felt awkward and clumsy. Each time she pulled the cuff tight enough but then felt it loosen as she tried to thread the arm of the lock through the D ring that would secure the leather around her wrist.
    “Here. Let me help.”
    Phillip was there, his fingers assured and comforting. Sarah smiled up at him, loving the way he knew just when she needed help. The soft light of the autumn sunset came in through the screen on the front door and lit the highlights in his dark hair making him look like an angel with a halo of golden light. The last vestige of the everyday mask she wore slipped off, baring her true nature to the only man she had ever trusted to handle it.
    “I am yours to command, Sir.” Her voice trembled with suppressed anticipation.
    Phillip took her chin, tilting her face so he could look into her eyes. He weighed her, as if debating his course of action. Sarah put her now-cuffed arms behind her back, trying to wait patiently. When he spoke, his voice was deceptively soft.
    “Each week you come and give so much of yourself to me, my slave. Soon you will live here all the time. Will you be so willing every night when you come home from work?”
    “Every night?” Sarah thought of her unchanged, normal days juxtaposed with nights in sexual servitude and her heart beat a little faster. She thought about pushing aside the multitude of questions that had arisen throughout the week. But Phillip only ever wanted the truth from her, no matter how hard it might be to deal with. With regrets, she realized the sex would just have to wait. He knew her too well and wasn’t going to let her off easily.
    Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “I do want to serve you, however you need me. Every day and every night.”
    “But?”
    All her concerns came out in a headlong rush. “I’m just not sure how. You see me at my best every weekend. All week all I can think of is what the weekend will bring. And I do the laundry and the dusting and I shave my legs and…” She hesitated only a brief second before plunging ahead and saying the word on the tip of her tongue. “My pussy. And I make myself as pretty as I can for you so that when you see me on Friday, you see me at my best.” Her cheeks turned red but she didn’t dare stop. This was too important and she needed him to know.
    “But after we’re married, I won’t be able to hide all that from you. You’ll see me when I’m grumpy and stressed during the