Sandra's phone chirped as she was slowly working on her second cup of coffee for the morning. She tensed whenever it rang now. As she suspected, caller ID said it was Tyler. At first she thought about not answering it. Then she realized that would just make things worse for her. "What do you want?"
Tyler grumbled on his phone. "What's with you and the attitude all the time?"
Sandra couldn't believe he had even asked that question. "Are you serious? My throat still hurts from being raped by your sweet baby brother!" Her sarcasm was not lost on Tyler. "And you have the nerve to ask me about my attitude!" She wanted to say more, even call him a few names. But stopped herself knowing she'd pay for it at a later date.
The tenor of Tyler's voice changed as he spoke. "Maybe if you lost the attitude I might consider going easier on you. There's no reason you can't enjoy our relationship too." He laughed.
Sandra lost her cool. "Are you fucking kidding me! You've blackmailed me into having sex with you and you call this a relationship? What kind of fucking relationship is that?"
Tyler laughed harder. "Exactly! It's a fucking relationship!" Then he got serious again. "You sure do have a short term memory, don't you? So it's ok for you to use people for your pleasure. But not the other way around. So you're not only a stuck-up rich bitch, but you're a hypocrite."
"I said I was sorry for that!" She said trying to ease the tension. She didn't want to make Tyler angry again. As much as she hated to admit it, Tyler was right. She had been living a double standard. It was ok for her to use Tommy for her pleasure. But now that the tables were turned on her, she didn't like having it done to her. But in spite of the abuse and mistreatment, she was beginning to sense a growing need within her to be dominated and used roughly by a man. This was all new territory for her. The uncertainty of where this was heading both scared her and excited her at the same time.
"Yeah right!" Tyler replied sarcastically. "I think the only thing you're sorry for is being caught. If you want to get pissed at someone for what you're going through now, get pissed at yourself. You're just another dumb bitch who thought she could do whatever she pleased and get away with it." Sandra sat in silence on the other end of the phone knowing everything Tyler said was right. She just couldn't bring herself to say it. She couldn't bring herself to say anything. He was slowly beating her down. She knew it was just a matter of time before she would have no fight left in her. "How long is hubby home for this time?"
Sandra snorted in disgust. "He's already packing for his next trip. He even said he wished he'd brought enough clothes with him so he wouldn't have had to come home. He flies out tomorrow morning."
"What are you doing today?"
"I have a lunch date with several of my friends at the country club."
"Good! Stop over here at my house before you go!" Before Sandra could respond Tyler ended the call with a smirk on his face.
Sandra felt her blood pressure climbing as she thought about Tyler's smugness in the way he talked to her. Like she was his to command however he wanted. But then she realized that's exactly how he saw it. He had told her numerous times that he owned her now. Her marriage to Sam was a sham. They hadn't been husband and wife for years. The only reason she stayed was for the money and the perks that came with having Sam as a husband. The circle of friends they had developed. Her membership to the Country Club. And of course the ability to shop for whatever she wanted, when she wanted. "I'll stop by his place on my way to the Club. Then I can tell him I have to go and can't stay." She said to no one but herself as she made her way upstairs to start getting ready for the day.
Sandra walked next door to Tyler's house at 11:30. She was just going to tell him that she couldn't stay, she had to get to the Club. She had decided to wear her favorite black skirt with the slit of the side, a white silk blouse and her favorite dark gray blazer. She finished it off with her favorite pair of 4" heels. She always thought this outfit gave her that sexy business look that she liked. She knocked on the front door, hoping he wouldn't answer.
Tyler opened the front door and eyed her body from head to toe. "Damn girl! You look good!"
Sandra felt herself almost blushing at his compliment. Why was she allowing him to have this affect on her. "Thank you! But I can't stay long! I'm meeting my friends shortly after 12:00."
Tyler just shook his head. "You dumb bitch! You'll stay as long as I want you to. Now get in here!"
Sandra walked into the living room shaking. Was this nightmare ever going to end? "Where is everyone?" She asked hoping that there would be other family members around.
"Folks are working and so is Tommy." Tyler flopped down on the couch. "Now strip! All of it!"
Sandra was almost pleading with him as she spoke. "Tyler! Please! I don't have time for this now! I need to get to the Club!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Tyler stared at her. "Please Tyler!"
"The longer it takes for you to obey, the longer it will take for you to get out of here. Now you can take it off. Or I can rip it off." He started to get up off the couch.
"No! Stop!" Sandra shouted in fear holding her hands in front of her so as to ward off his advance. "I'll take it all off." The defeat in her voice brought a smile to Tyler's face.
"Good slut! You're learning!"
Sandra slowly removed each piece of clothing and laid it across the chair behind her so as not to wrinkle it. When she was done she stood before Tyler awaiting her next command. She was learning.
"Put the heels back on! A slut should get fucked with her heels on!" Sandra slipped them on and turned to face him again. The defeat on her face would have been evident to anyone in the room. Tyler spread his legs and pointed to the floor between them. "There! On your knees!" Sandra stepped forward and knelt between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs. "You know what's expected! What are you waiting for?"
