The next morning, I awoke, surprisingly refreshed, and ready to put into motion the plans that I had formulated in my dreams the night before. I got out of bed and quietly made my way around Kelly, still sound asleep on the floor, curled up like a kitten. I went directly to her closet, and put every piece of clothing into suitcases. Well, every piece except for a very skimpy white mesh mini-dress that she had bought in Vegas, and a pair of strappy white heels. I then took the suitcases out to the garage and loaded them in the trunk of my car. I returned to the bedroom to find Kelly still asleep. I nudged her a little, trying to get her to wake up, which she did after some harder nudges with my foot.
"Well, good morning, my little pet." I said to her, rather condescendingly, I will admit.
Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked at me and said "Good morning Scott."
Moving more quickly than I thought I could, I reached down and grabbed her by the neck, and turned her face to mine. "I think, from now on, you should call me Sir or Master, my pet," I said sternly, my eyes gazing into hers, "Or do I call the lawyers?"
Swallowing hard, she shook her head and softly said "No Master, please, no lawyers Sir."
I patted her on the head, and lifted her from the floor. Releasing the leash from her collar, I instructed her to take a shower, but to leave the collar on. While she was in the shower, I began to write down a list of items we were going to need to continue with our new relationship. When I heard the water being turned off, I entered the bathroom, and removed her towel. She looked at me, confused and frustrated. Without saying a word, I hooked the leash on to the collar, and led her from the shower into our bedroom, and stood her directly in front of a window. She hesitated, but did not move once in place.
"From now on, when you take a shower in the morning, you will air dry in front of this window." I told her. "When the sun is out, it should not take very long, but you will need to plan accordingly for the time."
I take a seat on the bed and watch Kelly, smiling. I know our neighbors are probably out and about, taking walks, leaving for work, and if any of them were to look up, the would get quite a beautiful picture of my naked wife. I know Kelly is finding this rather embarrassing. I can see her cheeks redden as she stands in place. But I am impressed with her willingness to obey, and I find my love for her growing with every minute.
I decide to turn my attention to my plan. I pull out a notebook and begin to jot down a shopping list that Kelly will be using later in the day. I let my imagination run wild, and before I know it, I have accumulated quite a list of kinky toys and other items. I begin to get hard just thinking about how I can use these items on Kelly, but my mind begins to wander to how they can be used to punish the ones she had cheated on me with as well. I'm brought out of my daydreaming by the sound of Kelly calling softly to me.
"Master?" she says, ever so softly, yet quite seductively, "I feel I am dry now. May I return to the bathroom to finish getting ready?"
I nod to her, and watch as she walks past me, her bare skin almost glowing in the sunlight that is filling our bedroom. As she passes the bed, I tell her to stop. She does, and turns to me. Suddenly, I am overcome with an unexpected sense of guilt for what I have forced her to do so far.
"Kelly," I began, "I want to ask you something, and I want you to be perfectly honest with me." I can see she is somewhat uncertain where I am going with this, but I continue. "When I found out you cheated on me, I was devastated. But the truth of the matter is that I was angrier with myself, than I was with you, because I knew I had neglected you. Last night, and even this morning, I was acting out of that frustration, and fear, that you no longer love me. Tell me, Kelly, do you love me?"
Kelly looked at me, strangely, and replied "Yes Master, I love you."
