This is the last chapter of this series. Hope you'll enjoyed it!
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When Jennifer woke up the next morning, she was surprised to feel Hannah's soft body wrapped around hers. They were both naked and Jennifer felt as if she lay in a protective cocoon. The morning light peeked in through the curtain, and the clock indicated there was no point going back to sleep. But Jennifer didn't want to get out of bed. That would signal the start of this miserable day. At least if she stayed in bed, she could remain in this bubble she had created with Hannah.
"Good morning," Hannah said as she raised her upper body to rest on her elbow.
Jennifer's heart jumped. She had assumed the blonde was still asleep.
"I'll run you a bath," Hannah continued and leaped out of bed, apparently unbothered by her own nudity.
Jennifer ran her fingers over her neck. The collar had been removed during the night. She spotted it on the nightstand next to her, a suggestive reminder of what had happened the night before. The memories that flashed through her mind triggered a rush of sexual excitement. And then followed shame. Not the sweet kind that she adored, but a gloomy feeling of betrayal against her husband. Her heart sunk.
"The bath is almost done," Hannah said as she returned a few minutes later, now wrapped in a robe.
Jennifer sank into the bubbles soon thereafter. As soothing as they were, they couldn't discard the despair that muddled her mind.
After a few minutes, Hannah barged in without knocking. Jennifer ducked down, covering her body with bubbles. Immediately, she felt ridiculous. Hannah had already seen every inch of her.
"Here is your razor," the blonde said, placing it next to the tub. "Remove everything. Your pretty pussy needs to be completely bare."
Without giving Jennifer a chance to respond, she disappeared again, closing the door behind her. Jennifer sighed. How could she just continue to follow Hannah's orders? Where would this end? But the thrill of obedience still shined inside her. Oh, how she loved to be ordered around by Hannah.
And by Richard. She yearned for the familiar thrill of being under his control. Soon, she would be home and have to confess what she had allowed to happen. How would he react? Best-case, he would punish her for it—maybe even use it as excuse to give her the discipline she deserved and desired. And worst case? No, she couldn't even think about that. All she knew was that she wouldn't hide anything from him.
She looked at the razor. Maybe following Hannah's instructions was the most sensible thing to do after all. That way she could present herself for her husband as naked and exposed as possible. She dared not hope for the best-case scenario, but it was all she could bear to prepare for.
In lack of a better option, she wrapped a towel around her when she stepped out of the bath. Hannah had ordered breakfast, packed her things, and laid out her clothes.
"I'll just have quick shower," Hannah said. "Enjoy your breakfast."
Jennifer made sure to dress first. She didn't want Hannah to see that she had shaved her pubes completely. To her relief, panties had been laid out for her.
Hannah was dressed professionally as she came back from the bathroom. She wore a skirt and blouse similar in style to those from the night before. They hugged her fit body perfectly. For a moment it felt almost normal, like any boss and secretary preparing to go to the airport. But only for so long.
"Here, don't forget this," Hannah said, retrieving the collar from the night stand.
"Thanks," Jennifer said meekly as she accepted it.
Its texture spurred flashbacks from the night before. If she ever managed to sort out this mess, it would be an exciting souvenir to remember these crazy days by. She studied the collar in silence before attempting to put it in her bag. But Hannah stopped her.
"No, put it on."
Jennifer stared at her with confusion. Hannah was hard to read. Her voice wasn't ringing with the same authority it had the night before. But it wasn't merely a suggestion either.
"Hannah, we can't."
"It's OK," Hannah said, reclaiming the collar. "I'll help you."
Jennifer stuttered. "We... We can't Hannah. We need to leave soon. For the airport."
"I know. You will wear it on the way home."
Jennifer stared at her in disbelief. On the airplane? That was crazy! And yet she made no effort to stop Hannah as she fitted it around Jennifer's neck.
Jennifer ran her fingers over the collar. It actually felt good to wear it. She had an odd perception that it somehow relieved her from responsibility. She dreaded wearing a collar in public, but justified once again that that it could be mistaken for a choker necklace. And it might be hidden under the wide collared blouse which Hannah had picked for her. But deep inside, she didn't care what other people thought, as long Hannah was pleased.
She found herself playing nervously with the collar throughout the flight. She felt its texture, tracing her fingers over her engraved name. Recalling the way Hannah had addressed her as "Mrs. Turner" over the last couple of days made arousal flare up inside her. But it was also a name that signified her relationship to Richard. Throughout the flight, she fluctuated between graphic memories of Hannah and dread for what would happen once she arrived back home. Did she want to replace Richard with Hannah? No. Definitely not. She was his, and she wanted nothing more than to be with him now. She longed for his soft caress, and even more so for his firm hand. And yet, she was incapable of resisting her secretary.
Hannah rented a car for them when they landed. Jennifer wanted to say she could arrange for her own transport, but with the collar around her neck she felt unable to protest. Her head was spinning as they rushed through the streets, closer and closer to the inevitable consequences of her behavior.
Once they arrived at Jennifer and Richard's home, Hannah quickly exited the car and walked around to open Jennifer's door. "OK, Mrs. Turner. We're here."
Hannah's words made Jennifer realize she still wore the collar. She looked at Hannah with panic in her eyes. At least she must be allowed to take it off before going inside to her husband!
But Hannah had a very different idea. She reached inside her bag and pulled out the leash. Jennifer stared at her in disbelief. She couldn't be serious? The clicking sound as Hannah hooked it into her collar sent shivers through Jennifer's body, pushing away some of her anguish. The turmoil inside her made it impossible to think clearly.
Maybe this was for the best. She knew she must confess to her husband, and what better way than to show him? It would force her to reveal everything. Perhaps, if he witnessed Hannah's domineering display with his own eyes, he would better understand how Jennifer had been powerless to resist. Hannah's coat flared in the wind as she started walking to the front door, her roller bag in one hand and Jennifer's leash in the other. Jennifer followed with her head hanging low.
And as they approached, Richard suddenly flung open the doors. Jennifer was overwhelmed with shame when she saw him. She longed to run and throw herself into his strong arms. At that moment, she wanted to completely submit to him, body and soul. Instead, she couldn't even bear to meet his eyes. Standing in the doorway with hands on his hips, he looked desirably. Surprisingly, he was dressed as if for a special occasion, sporting a nice shirt and tie. Was he planning to surprise her by taking her out for a romantic evening, which she was about to ruin by confessing what she had done the past days?
But her surprise turned out to be very different.
"So, I take it everything went well," he said, kissing Hannah on the cheek.
"I'd say so," Hannah said, handing him the leash.
Jennifer froze in stunned disbelief. Her lips barely responded when Richard kissed her deeply on the mouth, wrapping his arm around her waist. Her eyes darted between Richard and Hannah, looking for a clue that would explain the turn of events.
"I'll leave you two alone for a moment," Hannah said as she proceeded inside, heading for the bathroom with the roller bag behind her.
Richard removed the leash from Jennifer's collar. "Welcome home, honey."
Holding her softly by the hand, he led her to the living room. After sitting on the couch, he motioned for Jennifer to sit beside him.
Confused, she looked at him. "You... You knew?"
"Yes."
"Hannah told you?"
"Well, yes," he said, softly stroking his beard. "It was kind of my idea."
"You put her up to this?"
"Yes. Or rather, we planned it together."
"How could you... Why didn't you tell me? I would have..."
"What? You would have submitted to her if I had told you to?"
In the midst of her confusion flashed a glimmer of excitement. She tried her best to ignore it. She had to sort out the situation, even though she could barely grasp what was going on inside her own mind. Was she feeling betrayed? Overwhelming relief washed over her, but she realized her husband had arranged for this behind her back. And no matter how mind-blowingly erotic it was, he had toyed with her emotions—involving her secretary, nonetheless!
"Honey, I am truly sorry if you feel betrayed," he continued, reading her mind as usual. "But you have to understand that my deceit came from a good place."
"How so?" Jennifer asked. She tried to mask her inner turmoil.
"Hannah approached me some time ago and said that you often seem tense when you travel and asked if she could help in any way."
