”“Okay.”John walked around the side of the house to the patio. His plate was on the patio. At least he had beaten the ants to it. He called out,...“Slave, open the front door and let her in. You will follow her orders as though they come from me.”John dug into his breakfast only to realize that she had failed to bring out his coffee. He was about to order her to bring him a cup and remembered that Lily was here. He couldn’t interrupt them now. He finished the breakfast without coffee. He cleaned. After all, they had only met briefly the one time. He'd come across as a nice guy with a strong interest and a lot of experience in bondage. She had often had fantasies of being tied up, utterly helpless, and being used by a man any way she saw fit. She hadn't really considered actually living out that fantasy, but she'd mentioned it to him when they were talking at the munch.When she got the email the next day with the instructions, she initially thought she wasn't going to go through with it.. She talked at length about her old boyfriend, a boy of the sixth form, with whom she had had a long and troubled relationship, punctuated by many break ups, rebounds and the like. She described in detail her various sexual encounters with the boy, she had very little in the way of sexual inhibitions, and I think it probable that she didn’t see me as a sexual being… at least, not then. Unfortunately her words, unbeknownst to her, were taking their toll, and my erection began to press noticeably. The seventh week of the routine, fate or some devil or some evil spirit conspired to bring down this happy family. Thursday morning a truckers strike was called. This stopped deliveries to J.W.’s job sights, which basically shut down the construction. You need supplies to build and the sites only had enough for that day. The strike could possibly put J.W. weeks behind and cost his company a huge amount of money. He went into his search and destroy, think outside the box, solve the problem.