Welcome home, Thomas.Please join me at the White House as soon as possible.Let Stacy know when you are ready to head over, bring Jennifer, and Sheila ...ill give her the tour while we talk. Plan to have dinner with us before you two lovebirds head home.Sheila insists.It was just like that - short and sweet.There was no small talk. This was an order, not a request. Sam was all business, which meant something bad was in the air. I called the Cottage and asked Stacy to let the President know that. The final piece of the puzzle was yet to come as my Master disappearedinto the kitchen and came back with a length of string to which wasattached a lump of ice.'It's very simple Bitch... Pay attention' as he secured the string to aneye bolt in the ceiling and adjusting it so that it was just about waisthigh. The key to the padlocks on your collar, dress, ankle cuffs and the beltaround your waist are hidden in the flat and if you do the houseworkcorrectly and to my standards you'll have no. None of that "I sucked his cock and then I fucked him and went home" kind of stuff.It had been fourteen months since Vickie had moved out of our bedroom and neither one of us had made a move toward reconciliation. Things might have gone on that way for another fourteen months had Vickie not had an accident. I was at work when the call from my daughter came. She had stopped by the house to visit Vickie and had found her unconscious at the foot of the steps. Vickie had apparently fallen down the. And, strangely, not to the other women. I don't know if it was something in my eyes that told her all was not well, or whether she was still trying to make distance between us. Men don't do well in these situations, generally speaking. For that matter, I didn't know if she was mad at me, or wanted me around. I just knew she was unhappy, and I couldn't let it stay that way. If there was going to be a break, it needed to be clean, so we could both heal afterward.We made it to the living room.