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He brushed a kiss onto her forehead. Why, slave? Don t you like seeing me nude?
Oh, I like it very much, don t mistake me, she smiled up at him. It s just& well,
my nudity is a part of my slavery. When you re dressed and I m not, then that serves as
a very powerful signal as to who s in charge. When we re both not wearing anything,
that levels the playing field, so to speak. Does that make sense?
It does. Can I take from your comments that you don t like the playing field
leveled?
She had to consider that. My husband and I had a level field a normal one by
what society says, I suppose. It was wonderful. We were very much in love and that
was what we both needed. She sighed. But he s gone now, and since I ve met you,
I ve realized that all fields do not need to look the same. I keep coming back because I
like the field we ve been playing on.
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He continued her analogy, ignoring for the moment her comment about her
husband. So even though my nakedness arouses you, you want the symbolism of me
being clothed and you being naked on the field.
She nodded. Yes. At first it bothered me a little, didn t seem quite fair somehow.
But now the symbolism is important to me. Maybe later it won t be, but for now, I like it
very much.
And what we talked of before your being naked in front of others?
She made a face. In several ways, that excites me, but terrifies me at the same
time.
But would you?
Her blush reached all the way to her toes. Yes, she whispered. Yes, if you were
there, I think I would.
He kissed the top of her head. Then it shall happen soon.
The hour had grown late and she yawned. Bedtime for you, slave, he told her and
they uncurled from the couch. Taking her hand, he led her to the bathroom. For most of
the day, she had been uncollared and uncuffed. It had been pleasant, but she found
there was a part of her that missed those marks of ownership. She shivered as she
thought about how enslaved her heart had become.
He mistook her shiver and covered her with the bedclothes, pulling her close to his
own warmth. Snuggling in against him, she breathed in his scent clean and
wonderful and hers. Sarah wrapped her arms around the man she was learning to call
Master and hugged him tightly.
Sarah, he said, and her heart jumped to hear him use her name. You mentioned
your husband earlier. Do you realize in all our time together, that was the first time you
spoke of him?
She smiled up at him. I don t often speak of him, I guess. To anybody. She fell
silent, remembering his look, his smile, his love of life.
You miss him still, don t you.
It was not a question, just a simple statement of fact. She did miss him. Terribly
sometimes. Even here, in Phillip s arms, the loss was overwhelming and tears burned in
her eyes. She nodded, not trusting her voice.
It s all right, you know. He was a part of your life for a very long time; when he
died a piece of you died with him. You were very lucky to have had such a wonderful
partner.
His words washed over her and her tears fell, turning to sobs. She missed her
husband terribly, but if he were here, she never would have met Phillip. This
exploration would never have occurred. And her heart would never have found a
second love.
She quieted herself, sniffling a few times. Reaching over to his nightstand, he
grabbed several tissues for her and she blew her nose and dried her eyes.
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Phillip, thank you. I haven t had anyone to talk to about it and it means a lot to
me that you understand. But know this, with him gone, I have to move on and make
what I can of the rest of my life. I m no Miss Haversham to sit and mope around
because my true love is gone.
She threw the tissues into the basket. I am twice blessed in my life. First him, now
you. I don t know what I did to deserve two such wonderful men, but I thank the
powers that sent you both to me.
Caressing his cheek, she lifted her tear-stained face to his and he kissed her deeply.
If she would love him with half as much love as she showed for her deceased husband,
then he would be a happy man. Entwined in each other s arms, they fell into a
comfortable silence, and from there, into sleep.
* * * * *
The morning was a bit of a rush for her to get her shower, eat breakfast and get out
the door. Again, he was up and had toast ready for her when she emerged from the
bedroom, dressed in her work clothes and her mind already beginning to leave the
weekend behind.
I ve sent you some more websites to visit, slave, he told her and she grinned at
the appellation. Email me details of Friday night although if it s possible, you should
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