Thank you for the feedback and your encouragement. Thanks to 'John,' 'Pierre' and 'Andrew' who helped proof read. There are still errors, I'm sure, but they are all mine.
Please start with Chapter 1 or you won't know what's going on.
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She floated up again from a pleasant calm depth and repeated most of yesterday morning's routine. His alarm sounded just as she slid the coffee onto the side table and herself into bed with him. She began to gently stroke his belly and thighs, waiting for him to awaken fully. To Philip, it felt wonderful, not sexual but just a wonderful sensation and when her cool hand cupped his scrotum and rolled his testicles around he let out a soft purr.
"You remember what I said about being nice today?"
"Yes, I'll be so good."
"Good. I have something planned for you tonight."
"Can't wait."
"Oh it's not that. Tonight you're going to start going to the gym. I've got a membership for you at one downtown. It's about six blocks from your office."
"Oh?"
"At 6:30 you're going to have an introductory interview then a session with a personal trainer."
"Wow."
"You'll go to the gym three nights a week unless I have something else planned for you. You can do pretty much whatever you want there; yoga, Pilates, aerobics. They have a salon. Get a facial if you want and you can finish with a massage. You have an unlimited budget and tonight I want you to fit yourself out with a gym bag and all the clothing it can hold. Can you swim?"
"No."
"Sign up for one-on-one lessons. You'll stay till nine unless I call or text you. Got it?"
"Yes, I understand. How do I thank you, Philip?"
"Be grateful and obedient, of course."
'Wow,' she thought to herself, 'he must be loaded.' A membership at a downtown gym had to be at least $200 a month plus massages were going to be extra and facials weren't going to be cheap, she could run up $1,000 a month with no problem. She felt real gratitude. She had always wanted to go to a really nice gym but could never afford it. It wasn't that she felt her body needed a lot of work, she had very little fat, but she wanted to tone her thighs and her ass a bit. And having a salon at her disposal, fully paid for, was like, crazy. She began to think of all the hair care and creams she could buy. Having her haircut and a facial three times a week was too good to be true. At the peak of her excitement she came back down to earth. She figured the quality of the salon might not be great. 'I mean, how good could a health spa's salon be?' But maybe they could do her nails and scrub her heals and wax her pussy, which she'd always wanted to try. Shaving left stubble.
"The other nights will be a variety of things," he said, breaking into her thoughts, "I've enrolled you in a flower arranging and bonsai class on Tuesdays for three months."
"Wow." It was all she could say. He seemed to be filling every moment of her life. Flower arranging sounded dull but if he liked flowers, she'd go. But when would she have her own time? Then it occurred to her, that was the point. He was going to control every waking moment. She was confused with conflicting emotions. Resentful that he was taking over her life, yet so grateful and touched that he cared enough to deprive her of the chance to backslide to her former self.
"Take off your collar," he said, interrupting her thoughts again. She did and laid it on his night table. "You can't wear that to work." He pointed to his dresser, "Go get the box that's in the top drawer."
She got up and walked over to the chest of drawers. His eyes followed her twin dimples of Venus, marveling at the beauty of her back giving way to the gentle curve to her spectacular ass.
She found a box in his drawer that was about the same size as the dog collar he'd given her, but this one was different. It had real leather on the cover, 'or was it ostrich?' and a gold colored band between the halves of the clamshell.
"Bring it here," he said.
She knelt on the bed, knee walked over to him, feeling the unexpected weight of the well made case. She was filled with excitement and trepidation. She could feel the smile stress her face muscles. 'What has he bought for me? This has to be expensive,' she knew. 'What is he going to expect from me? What kind of commitment am I getting into?' Then she recalled that she was his slave and she felt better.
"You need something to wear outside that will remind you that I own you. Open it."
Though she wanted to, of course she wanted to, she was afraid of what was in the box and of what it might mean. She felt that whatever it was would change her life, take hold of her and possess her like some alien spirit.
She wanted time to think but knew she couldn't hesitate, he had ordered her to open it. 'Oh well,' she said to herself, 'in for a penny...' It came open without the creek of a cheap jewelry store box. The first sight was of whiteness then it opened, seemingly by its own power, and she saw it resting on black: a magnificent pearl choker. A sense of joy lifted her, filled her spirit and broke her heart. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Oh... My... God, Philip." Her eyes momentarily shifted to his, burning green and happy. Then back to the necklace. Three rows of perfect pearls, but most magnificent of all was the red ruby that hung like a teardrop at the bottom.
"Oh, My, God," she said again, "I love it."
Her tear ducts tingled. She set the box down on his chest and took it in her hands. 'Surprisingly heavy,' she thought.
"It's just. It's so, beautiful. So... I don't know. I never thought I'd have something..." She thought a horrible thought, looked him in the eye with little less than terror in her eyes, "You're giving this to me? Philip? As... to be mine or just to wear?"
"It's yours until you die, Mei Chun. Forever and I can't take it away from you."
"Oh my god." She began to sob.
It wasn't an object. Guys didn't understand this, she knew. It wasn't calcium carbonate strung on some wire with a pretty red rock. It was love in tactile form. Love she could show, that she could flaunt and feel. Love she could touch when she felt blue, or bored, or angry.
"God, Philip." She fell on him, crying and kissing and touching him. 'Oh he is mine! My man!' She imagined his heat was his love for her radiating from him.
His arms embraced her and she felt his love penetrate her skin as his arms squeezed her into his body.
"God I love you, Philip."
"All for a necklace?"
She pulled back just enough to see his eyes. "Don't be stupid. It's because you made me love you. Made me yours." She sniffled the tears away. "You may now call me Mei whenever you wish. Inside or outside of me."
"Well thank you Mei," he said, a bit of a chuckle in his voice but not to denigrate her, "That means a lot to me."
She stood, in a hurry to try it on. She looked for a mirror and recalled he didn't have one in the bedroom. She ran to the bathroom.
He got out of bed and followed her. She was at the sink, struggling to put it on.
"Philip, help me with this, please."
He stood behind her. Her hands shook. He took it from her, lent down to kiss her neck but she was impatient, then thought better of it and released her tension, relaxing into his touch.
He took his time and kissed around her neck and shoulders, licked up to her hairline and smelled her.
"You are so beautiful Mei. This is just a decoration."
Then he stood straight, saw her dreamy looking half closed eyes and her lovely tears in the mirror, wrapped the pearls around her throat and connected the clasp. He worried when he had it made that the size would be off but the jeweler had a daughter the same build as Mei. It was just right. He put his hands on her shoulder and looked again into her eyes. "It's perfect for you, Mei."
