She looked out of the window onto the side lawn of the house, not a sea view but if she craned her neck she could just see the beach at the front of t...e house. As she stood looking out and across to the small park where two girls were playing tennis, she became aware of a movement in the garden as a friendly looking Golden Labrador pushed its way between two laurel shrubs, sniffing along the ground. She didn’t know it then but his name was Charlie.Three days passed by pretty uneventfully for. When we first met six years ago, I'd just come out of a long and vaguely dissatisfying relationship, perfect in every way save that I always had an undefined sense that I was missing something. When we met, it didn't take long to figure out what that was, and my life now looks nothing like my life then.It's not really that simple, of course. Investment banker by day, sex slave by night... it's more complicated than it sounds. Especially when he accepted the promotion to field engineer,, a job. He told me that your ability tocompletely pass as a woman was very important to him as he didn't want toseem weird to his friends." Yes he's told me that too," I confessed. "I realised that some timebefore we got married. It was why he always insisted on an ultra femininelook and styling. It also explains why he insists that I regularly visitthe local salon to get my hair and nails done . When I complained aboutthe cost of the regular treatments he told me he'd pick up the bill fromthen on if. He decided after what she had just endured for him he would wait until tomorrow to satisfy his lust for her. She had not slept while she was alone in her room but read the contract still sobbing from the pain in her body. She smiled as she completed reading the contract describing all rules and explaining a slaves kneeling position for her Master. She thought of the pain and pleasure she had experienced at the hands of the man that wanted her for a slave and smiled. She thought that she had.