The weekend had arrived and still no word from Anne or ralph. Joanna checked again her app on the phone, ralph's phone was either off or the battery had died. Last known location was a small country lane on the outskirts of London. Joanna couldn't help but be worried, she still thought back to how Anne wrapped her hand round that leash and pulled sharply as they left the anniversary celebrations. ralph was still her husband after all and she had set him on this journey, she owed him some duty of care at least. In a world without a safe word, Joanna was the only measure of safety. Joanna's thoughts were interrupted by the door bell, and the arrival of Tess. Friday had been fun, Tess went to work with the collar still attached, a high roll neck jumper dress hiding the leather wrapped round her neck. Tess had sent a photo of herself kneeling, naked apart from the collar in the bathrooms at her work, it was enough for Joanna to get wet looking at the big brown eyes and almost felt sorry for her.
"Your underwear today is unacceptable. Flush the panties down the toilet and put bra in the sanitary bin. I hope the air conditioning in the office is extra cold this afternoon." Joanna ordered. The thoughts of Tess with her amazing toned body hugged tight by the knitted fabric, no underwear to break the curves, and her nipples pushing against the fabric and protruding for all to see made Joanna even wetter.
Joanna opened the door to find Tess still dressed in the Jumper Dress and heels, her bare legs leading up to the short hem of her dress. The early morning Saturday sun lighting up her silhouette.
"Kneel" Joanna commanded, Tess dropping to her knees on the stone step outside the door. Joanna reached forward and rolled down the neck of the dress and tucked under the collar.
"Trying to hide your owner's mark?" Joanna enquired. She needed to impose herself in Tess further, underline who was in charge.
"Stay there until I allow you in" and then Joanna shut the door again, leaving Tess kneeling outside on the street, with only her car hiding her from view. Joanna hadn't planned this weekend, Sherri had asked to run errands and left early Saturday in ralph's car, Joanna felt there was no need to dominate or control him - he had been a pleasure to have around over the last two days. A note in the kitchen explained to Joanna how he needed to see his family and would stay away Saturday evening. It was quite nice to have the house to herself after a demanding last three weeks.
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Outside Miss Joan's front door knelt Tess. She looked ahead at the closed door and hoped she would soon be let in. Her knees were sore against the hard stone floor and she felt exposed with her collar on display. Suddenly a van pulled up, and the merry sound of a whistling postman walked up to Tess. A chuckle developed.
"Another one! Two in three days! Morning! like I said to the other one, Miss, you'll catch your death out here dressed like that all night" the mail was posted in front of Tess's red face into the letter box and the postman left on his way. A familiar sound of a phone taking a picture made Tess even more embarrassed with shame.
Tess knocked on the door and pushed open the letter box.
"Please may I come in Jo? That was, well embarrassing!" She pleaded.
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ralph tried to move in the cage at the end of the dungeon. He was cramped and had spent all night squatting, his knees under his chin, just fitting into the metal contraption when Anne jammed the door shut and put in the pin. He hadn't slept a wink, even if he laid flat he probably wouldn't have slept after the beating his bottom had taken last night. He still felt it throbbing as it hovered above his heels, bent forward with his head bowed under the roof of the cage. He was emotionally and mentally spent and couldn't think of anything clearly. At least he had eaten. After the cane, Anne gave ralph the Thai he had made for her last night. She was right, it was too hot and wasn't right. He felt it in his stomach churning and tasted it on his breath.
Last night had beaten him. Yesterdays naive plans of defiance wilted away as the evening played out. He just wanted this to end and get his normal life back but he had agreed to be owned by the sadistic Mistress, and now awaited her before he would probably spend another day tortured and beaten. Surely Joanna didn't know quite how bad Anne was? This was all a mistake and he would have to use every last piece of energy to survive.
He started to formulate the plan to make it back to Joanna, knowing he had to do something at least. He couldn't take the collar again, in fact he couldn't take any of yesterday again - he would have to be sly and smart and outwit Anne to get a chance to escape. Anne would probably be expecting it so he knew he had to play along at very least to begin with.
A million dollar ideas and thoughts ran through his mind. This would mean he would lose his job no doubt. What about the keys around Anne's neck? The video Anne had a copy of on email? What about Anne's relationship with Joanna? Sherri?
ralph shut his eyes as the bright lights filled the cellar. Anne's clicking heels started to descend the steps into her dungeon.
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Michael pulled off the motorway onto the small lanes that disappeared into the countryside leaving the juggernauts behind as they rushed their goods across the country. He hadn't been able to think straight for days, poor ralph. He knew what was happening at that house and probably ralph was now permanently marked and about to feel the wrath of a lust filled mistress who would no doubt take delight with a new body to mould.
Michael reached the cross road, the sign for his hometown village pointed straight ahead. It had been years since he had seen his family, Anne had stopped all interaction in the last couple of years as she wanted full control over him. Anne never liked his mum, mum never liked Anne. They seemed an odd couple, Michael 5 foot 8, slight and unassuming. Anne, tall, stunningly beautiful and domineering over her husband. They say mums know best and this one didn't want Michael with Anne. It would be amazing to spend a couple of nights at home, he could almost taste the dinner his mum would no doubt cook him.
