He sat up, smiled, and got ready.I quickly showered, shaved, and dressed in casual clothes and hurried out the door without wasting time. I had planne... this for a few weeks and wanted it to be a surprise for my women as well as a surprise for a couple of women I considered my surrogate mother.I pulled a huge ice chest from the Expedition I borrowed from Steve. I made up vases with the mixed red and white roses, and brought them into the house to place along the long counter between the kitchen. She sleeps, dozingUpon her islandIn the middle of a carpetTransformedInto a green Sargasso Sea,A waterfallOf blue wallpaperBehind her, streamingGreen meanderingsOf water.She dreamsOf me.3Truncated woman,Crimped at the gatheringOf the sternum,Where the collar would meetWere she not naked,Armless,Legless,Headless,Faceless,Shaded alabasterIn the lightOf a candle erectAnd stationary as a phallus,Shedding more darknessThan lightUpon the subject.4She standsOr reclines--It isn't clear which:Are her. When I was a bit younger, my figure compared to Marilyn Monroe’s, but my waist was smaller. I am now 30, and time combined with gravity has started to affect me, but I still have great tits, if I do say so myself. My husband has been ignoring me. It seems whenever I get into my horny streak as he calls it, he isn’t interested. I am the woman who needs sex multiple times a day when in the right mood. These moods last from a week to a month, and I am. You have no say in anything. You do whatever I ask, without hesitation, or there will be consequences. You will come straight home from work everyday and perform your chores and serving me in any way that you desire. Is that clear?" Y-yes." I replied, barely able to process what was happening."Good. You're going to need a lot of training, and I don't expect this to be easy for you at all." Sarah continued. "But in the end, I will be a lot happier, and that's what truly matters. Right?"I nodded.