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the receiver as if it were some animate thing. Her hand trembled slightly as she put the phone back to her ear. She realized she wasn’t sure what she was agreeing to but her body felt warm, her blood pulsing hotly through her veins. Her pussy was wet and she shifted, pressing her thighs together, feeling her need.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    * * * * *
    Saturday was busy as Rachel did her housecleaning and grocery shopping. At the supermarket she found a tube of personal lubricant, a packet of nylon rope, a packet of clothespins and a wooden ruler as he’d instructed.
    That evening the phone rang. “Hello?”
    “Rachel.” Her heart skipped a beat. Just hearing his voice, low and sure, set her heart pounding. Tonight was the night! The first night of their new “game”. Their sex games, she thought with a thrill, still not quite believing she’d agreed to this.
    “Hi, Richard.”
    “How are you, sweet girl?”
    “Oh I’m good, thanks.” She liked that he called her “sweet”. She relaxed in the red recliner, absently smoothing the leather arm with her fingers.
    “Are you dressed as we discussed?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me.”
    So, he was like all the rest, she thought, smiling. She looked down at herself. “I’m wearing a T-shirt like you said. White. No bra. And a black skirt.”
    “And?”
    “Oh.” She flushed. “Um, and bikini panties and shoes.”
    “Heels?”
    “Yes.” Rachel held out a leg, admiring how the three-inch-heeled white sandals she’d bought made her legs look longer and shapelier. Her closet contained sensible shoes, never with a heel. A librarian was on her feet a lot and rubber soles were essential. But the high heels made her feel sexy.
    “Good. Do you have some wine?” He’d suggested she have a glass of her favorite wine next to her chair instead of the usual herbal tea. He told her he’d have a glass of it too next to his chair. They’d toast their fledgling relationship.
    “Yes. A merlot. I already had a glass.” She giggled and lifted her second glass, taking a healthy sip. Rachel didn’t often drink but she liked wine, especially red.
    “A toast,” Richard said. “To us.” Then, “Are you ready?”
    “I-I think so,” Rachel said, setting the glass down, shifting nervously in her seat.
    “Now remember, Rachel. You are to obey me without question. I want you to do exactly what I tell you and I don’t want a word of protest. You don’t have to be coy with me. Understand?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, eager now to begin.
    “Cup your breasts for me.” Rachel did, lifting them slightly, wishing as she always did that they were bigger. “Roll the nipples—make them hard for me.” Rachel obeyed, pinching the tips, feeling the pull of desire as her nipples elongated through the thin cotton fabric of her T-shirt. She was already breathing hard and felt dizzy from the wine.
    “Sit back and spread your legs. Put your hand on your pussy. Over the panties. Are they wet?”
    “They’re damp.” She didn’t want to talk—it embarrassed her, but she knew he expected answers to his questions and she was determined to obey.
    “Slip a finger into your panties. Touch your pussy. Push a finger into yourself. Are you wet?”
    “Yes.” A whisper.
    “Spread your legs farther. Pull the panties aside with one hand and play with yourself for me. Don’t come. Just play with yourself. Don’t try to be quiet—it’s just you and me.”
    A part of Rachel was shocked. Shocked at what he had so directly told her to do and shocked at herself because she was doing it! But part of her thrilled as she pulled aside the silky fabric and found her center. It was hot to the touch and wet as she pressed a finger into herself. She moaned quietly and then sighed.
    After a few moments he said, “Stop touching yourself .” Reluctantly she obeyed, pulling her wet fingers from her panties, her clit pulsing with need. “Take off your T-shirt and your skirt. I want you just in your