"And a good wife is obediant! Isn't she?" She asked. I nodded my head and answered with a yes Karen. "And since your going to be an obediant wif... you will do what ever I tell you to do! Won't you sissy!" She asked. She was very stern, almost harsh sounding now. I was actually a little frightend as I nodded my agreement. "Yes Karen." I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up. "Now you little sissy bitch!" She said folding her arms under her. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy his attempts at control. Hell, the reverse … but it was all too skewed. He’d seen to that. There was no fixing it, was there? Was there? Unless …Fight fire with fire. Her heart pounded to the phrase. But how? She knew, vaguely. It had occurred to her enough times when he had her tied up the day before. But the detail … What could she use? What would she need? And did she even have the nerve to follow through? Fuck—if not this weekend, this crazy anything-goes. So by 5pm I was ready to leave, dressed in a short-sleeved white button through shirt and black jeans, I was smart but comfortable. Before I left, I checked the property was secure, went into the pool house and set it on a cleaning cycle, so that it would have a prolonged filtration cycle over the next couple of days. Although, we only lived 15 minutes apart, I had to pass through our local market town, which had a lovely jeweller on its high street, which specialised in quality pieces, I knew. "I missed you, too." He hugged her with one arm while closing the door with the other. Ryan looked up at him. "I can't believe we live in the same building and haven't seen each other in almost a week." "Yeah, I know. Crazy." He put his other arm around her and leaned down to kiss her. She laughed against his lips when he straightened up, lifting her so that she had to stand on tiptoe. He grinned and they went into the living room. "So how goes the packing?" he asked. "Finished yet?" "I guess..