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in a major way. Not necessarily for the better, either.
    That night, after cooking, eating and watching TV snuggled up on the couch together, we made love again. Made love this time, properly, and just as Alan always did, the kind, considerate caring lover, anxious to ensure I took as much pleasure from it as he did. For the first time in our life together I faked an orgasm.
    Later as he lay there next to me, gently snoring in his sleep, I wondered what I’d become. Amy was not the girl who had gone to work that morning. Lying there awake for a long time, my pussy throbbed as I imagined what tomorrow was going to bring. The thought of not going through with it didn’t even enter my head.

Chapter 3 – Sunday Morning

    Two minutes before ten o’clock Alan stopped outside the back entrance to the store.
    “Are you okay, Amy? You seem a little tense.”
    I leaned over in the car, kissed him lightly on the lips and smiled into his face.
    “I’m fine, sweetie, honestly. It’s just I really didn’t want to get up this morning. I wanted to stay in bed with you and enjoy myself some more.”
    I poked him in the ribs.
    “Don’t tempt me, I might take you up on that, take you straight home right now.”
    “Easy, tiger.” I smiled at him and giggled. “You can do whatever you want later. First I have to work. That fuel pump isn’t going to pay for itself now, is it?”
    Before the conversation could veer off into territory I really didn’t want to talk to him about I opened the door and stepped out into the heat of the morning sun. Say what you like about Alan’s old Chevy, the air con works real fine.
    “Scoot, hon, I’ll call you when I’m done or if I cadge a lift. Go be lazy. I’ve got to work.”
    I waved and he gunned the engine, dipped the clutch to blip the sound and then roared off. I smiled fondly as he fish-tailed out of the car park and sped off back toward the highway. Out of sight, out of mind , I thought as, bracing my shoulders, I turned to the door. I was about to knock when it was opened from the inside.
    “I do so admire punctuality in my slaves. Come in.”
    His deep voice and that word again sent a shiver down my back. Wordlessly, I stepped through the doorway and heard it clang shut and lock behind me.
    * * * *
    She stood there waiting for me in the dimly lit back corridor of the shop. Despite the poor lighting I could clearly see she was trembling, probably expecting me to pounce on her immediately. My plans were somewhat more sophisticated than that though.
    “Lead the way to my office, slave. We need to talk and we might as well be comfortable as we do so.”
    “Ah…Okay.”
    “Okay what?”
    “I meant . . . Yes, sir.”
    “Nearly right, but there is another term that you can use interchangeably with that one, isn’t there?”
    “Yes . . . Um . . . Master.”
    My office was on the second floor, the middle floor of the three storey building, almost above the doorway I’d just ushered her in through. To get there, though, we had to cross into the public part of the store, and then up the central staircase before threading our way through, conveniently, the ladies wear department, in order to reach the offices at the back.
    As we moved into the better lit part of the shop, I could see she’d chosen relatively sexy jeans and a fairly tight top for the occasion. This was in spite of my telling her she wouldn’t be wearing them for long. The jeans were tight, moulding themselves to her nicely shaped, taut backside. Her top was taut between her shoulder blades, showing the mark of her bra strap underneath. The shoes had maybe two inch heels, certainly not high heels but a little dressy for stock taking.
    “Stop.”
    She did as she was told, as we reached the bottom of the main sweeping staircase in the centre of the store, opposite the shuttered main entrance. I could see her head waving as if she wanted to turn it to look at me to see why we’d stopped, but she held the self