"This night ends in one of two ways, Yvonne, either I call my lawyers back and they escort you to prison tonight, or you agree to submit to me. Oh you will, no doubt, make bail and have a few months of freedom but every dime you have will go to lawyers. That money will be wasted as a conviction is a foregone conclusion. Even if you opt for a public defender, you still end up with your name in the paper. You still have to live with the fact that your relatives and friends will know exactly what you have been charged with. In the end you STILL go away for a long time. If you are arrested tonight, you will eventually be rendered penniless. Imagine what seven years of prison will do to your looks. Do you think that your husband will wait for you? They don't allow conjugal visits. If you choose option two, I take possession of your pussy and asshole tonight and I keep them for the next four years. For every day of those four years you will wear my collar and be my property. When I am not making use of your charms, Yvonne, you can spend time as a relatively free woman, giving your husband blow jobs or hand jobs. On the other hand you COULD spend those terrifically long hours, days, weeks, months and years as the unwilling toy of some huge female lesbian. I can't imagine that that is very appealing to either of you."
Eric Lawrence rose from beyond his desk and stared down at the seated couple. His next words seared themselves into Mike and Yvonne's soul.
"I'm stepping out of this office now to smoke a cigar with my legal team. When I return to this room I will have your answer, prison or slavery, there is no third option."
As soon as the door closed behind her boss, Yvonne burst into a new round of tears. Mike held her close but he was fearful as well. If truth be told, he had planted the embezzlement idea in his wife's head. It seemed to him that a man as rich as Lawrence would never miss the money. Neither he nor Yvonne had meant to take so much so quickly. There were things that Mike wanted, that Yvonne wanted that they did not want to save for. He looked back at it now. The flashy cars, the camper and the rest of it; none of them had made them any happier.
"We are in this together, Honey." stated Mike. "I can't let you take the fall for what was my idea to begin with but I don't want either of us to go to prison. You know very well, Yvonne if they dig even a little bit, that they will find both of us guilty."
"Oh, God, Mike, everything Eric said is true. There is no way I can avoid prison if her chooses to press charges. We will lose everything. I'm not meant to live in a cage. I hate the idea of submitting to Mr. Lawrence but at least the two of us can be together, we can hug, we can kiss, we can love each other. We can't do that behind prison walls. I love you, Mike and I know that you love me, but prison will tear us apart. Mr. Lawrence has us over a barrel with no exit except through his bedroom."
The two exchanged more words but there really was only one decision open to them. Eric Lawrence read resignation and defeat in their faces when he reentered the room. A man adept at controlling his emotions when necessary, he smiled inwardly but kept his face a mask of inscrutability. In a perfunctory manner he dismissed the lawyers and aides, telling them that they were not needed at present but might have to be recalled. Lawrence shook hands with each person and sweet talked them before they left the room. Watching the process, and seeing how tightly around his finger Lawrence held the powerful men, made Mike and Yvonne increasingly numb. Finally, the last of the business suited persons slithered out of Eric Lawrence's office. Only then did he meet the pleading faces of the married couple.
"You made the right decision Yvonne. But I tell you now, you can STILL end up in prison. If you do not please me, or if you try to weasel out of our agreement I will have you arrested so fast it will make your head spin."
He stared intently at Yvonne and then at Mike. Only after each had nodded their assent and stated that they understood that their freedom was entirely at Lawrence's discretion, did he speak again.
"I want the two of you to follow me to my house in the fancy car you bought with my money so that we can put this program into effect. You won't be going home until very late, Yvonne, but that should not matter as you no longer have a job to report to and as for Mike's employer; I could not give a fuck."
Mike and Yvonne hardly said a word as they followed Lawrence's BMW down the highway. Their minds surged with activity but almost none of those thoughts made their way to either set of lips in the car. There was an air of finality and inevitability as they drove. Being discovered had been Yvonne's greatest fear, a fear that Mike had minimized with his oft repeated maxim, "Lawrence will never miss it." Now Mike's words hung bitter in his throat and flashed like toxic neon inside of Yvonne's skull. Mike was very much the instigator of the operation. To Yvonne's way of thinking, if she must bear the punishment, then it is only fair that Mike suffer as well.
Yvonne recalled that morning. The day had dawned lovely and fresh. As the sunlight spilled onto their huge bed, mike and Yvonne had made love, relishing in the intimacy with each other. The day had begun like so many others, and then the bottom fell out. Eric Lawrence had demanded that she and Mike come to his office. Even then Yvonne had known that her subterfuge had been discovered. She had calculated that Lawrence would prefer to write off the loss and dismiss her quietly rather than let the world know that he had been suckered by a pretty face. That Mr. Lawrence would end up suckering her had never entered into the equation. Yvonne smoothed her skirt over her thighs and wondered when she would ever be able to make love to her husband again, four years without him inside her seemed a very long time indeed. Still, being with him with limited freedom was better than being without him without any freedom at all.
All at once they were before Lawrence's impressive manse. Yvonne recalled that her, now former, boss was a widower with a grown son and daughter, both of whom lived thousands of miles away. He was a man of vigorous exercise and killer golf abilities who looked far younger than the calender said he was. All the while she toiled in his office, Yvonne had batted her eyes at him, let him peek down her dresses and worn skirts that were perhaps an inch or so too short in an effort to keep his focus off her book keeping abilities. It turned out the sly old fox had as firm a grasp on his libido as he did his bottom line. As she held Mike's hand and they followed Lawrence into his house, Yvonne knew that Eric Lawrence would make her regret every moment of calculated flirtation and clandestine glances, and she was powerless to prevent it.
Despite everything, both Mike and Yvonne were awed by the interior of Lawrence's house. The antique furniture complimented the expensive art upon the walls and the magnificent rugs. The businessman led them to his library and had them sit in separate seats next to each other. He stared intently at them for a few dreadful moments and then said in a calm even voice,
"Yvonne, stand up and take everything off. I'll let you keep your wedding and engagements rings but every last stitch comes off. Michael, if a single word of objection crosses your lips, I turn Yvonne over to the police and have those same police begin an investigation of you!"
"Oh God." said Yvonne as her quavering knees hoisted her upright.
"Really, Yvonne, this is difficult for you? When you worked for me you had no trouble getting my eyes to focus on your decolletage and upon your nylon wrapped legs. It would seem that you wanted me to see you naked for a long time. Now Strip!"
