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CHAPTER 20****
Allison just came back from chasing after Doctor Redfield and Nurse Carol to retrieve the panties that Steven had bought for her when her collar buzzed. After she had her morning enema and dressed in a clean slave dress and underwear she had asked Steven if she could keep her outfit from the night before as a souvenir. That was when she discovered that her used panties were missing and only one person could have taken them. Sure enough when she confronted Doctor Redfield with the allegation, he apologized to her and returned them.
Allison asked Steven what she should do about responding to the call considering he was her master and had obviously not been the one to buzz her collar.
"Type in your name backslash office and see what happens." Steven said.
For a few seconds the screen went blank and than a message appeared.
ALLISON MEET ME AND RICHARD IN MY OFFICE . . . THANK YOU
Turning to Steven they looked into each other eyes and shared a last kiss together.
"It has been good, Allison."
"Yes it has. Master." Allison replied as she picked up her clothes from the night before and walked out the door. She knew if she would have lingered any longer, she would have stated to cry. Even now she had to swallow a few times to stop the tears from coming.
Both men were sitting but promptly stood when Allison walked into the room. Allison looked at her husband and thought that he never looked more handsome than he did right at that moment. Richard was thinking the same thing about Allison. He could tell that she had lost some weight and the way she looked, he could not describe the feelings he was having.
Meeting Allison as she walked partway into the room, they embraced each other and shared a long passionate kiss.
"You okay?" Richard asked as the tears his wife was holding started to flow.
"Yes . . . I'm so glad to see you." Allison finally replied after blowing her nose on a tissue that Peter handed her and wiping her eyes.
"I understand Allison that your line of employment involves exercise and spa equipment?" Peter asked while all three were sitting drinking a coffee that a permanent slave had delivered.
"Yes. I'm in that line of business. Why do you ask?"
"The management has been wanting to upgrade some of our equipment here at The Spa plus at some of our weekend retreats. They have asked me to oversee this project. This is a list of equipment we will require plus the location of where you will deliver each piece. Our representative, David will handle the purchase of the merchandise. I understand you have met him. Your husband has been kind enough to offer his services in handling the actual payment." Peter explained as he gave Allison the order.
Allison had been in this business long enough to know by just looking at the list of equipment Peter wanted that it would cost over two hundred thousand dollars.
"Yes. I'll look after this for you." She replied.
"Here is your clothing. If you follow Slave Fonta she'll show you where you can get changed."
"No need for that." Allison replied as she stood unabashed and removed her slave dress and underwear. After she finished dressing in her regular clothes, she put her jewelry on.
"We need the collar, Allison." Peter asked in a polite voice.
She had grown so accustomed to wearing her slave collar that it had become just about part of her. After she had taken it off, she ran her fingers over the material before returning it to Peter.
Peter thanked them and diplomatically shooed them out of his office as another couple were waiting to enter.
"We got an hour to kill. Are you hungry?" Richard asked.
"Starving."
"Let's have breakfast."
"Sounds splendid to me, but first I have to go back to my room. I'll meet you at the restaurant." Allison said as she gave Richard a kiss on the cheek. She wanted to pack up her used cosmetics for Diana. Both Alicia and she had found a couple of small boxes that would do the job. As she entered her room, it seemed bare. She looked in each of the other bedrooms and noticed that her roommates had already been back and gone. Alicia had her little box of used cosmetics sitting on the foot of her bed. Allison took only a matter of minutes before she went to join Richard for breakfast.
Allison meant to go pee when she was at her quarters but had forgotten until she had already left. Without even thinking, she entered the slaves washroom. As she was about to sit, the thought crossed her mind that she was no longer a slave. She did receive a strange look from a male slave that used the toilet that was two toilets down from her. She just about burst out laughing when they commented to each other about the weather.
Walking into the restaurant, she spotted Richard talking to another man.
"Allison I like you to meet a friend of mine."
"Gordon, this my wife Allison."
She watched as Gordon looked at her and then back at Richard.
"Richard . . . I never knew that she was your wife. I. .I. . please forgive me if I offended you or your wife, I'm deeply sorry." Gordon stammered. He had been embarrassed before but never to this extent. He wished he would have known that this beautiful woman was Richard's wife.
Allison and Richard looked at each other and started laughing. Gordon looked comical like a fish out of water. If he could have crawled under a rock, he would have.
"No offence taken. Please sit and have breakfast with us?" Richard asked. The three of them talked about their stay at The Spa. Before they departed, Gordon had invited them to visit him in England. Allison was a little shocked but also excited when Richard accepted Gordon's invitation. Nothing was said about sex but Gordon mentioned his wife was a submissive and the four of them could enjoy each others company.
Allison and Richard spent the remainder of the weekend in bed having sex except for taking time out for eating and sleeping. Each told the other of their experiences at The Spa which fueled their love making all the more. By Monday morning each knew of the others sexual escapades and had contented smiles on their faces as they went to work.
It did not take long for them to get emerged back into their occupations. Both had plenty of work to catch up on. Allison did get complimented by her boss Mister O'Connor when she handed over the list of equipment Peter wanted.
"Ms. Page you're the only person I know that can go away on a two-week vacation and come back with a contract for two hundred and sixty three-thousand dollars. Congratulations."
He was even more shocked when three days later she produced the cheque for the merchandise after she gave Richard an itemized list of the cost of each piece of equipment plus the shipping and handling.
Richard in turn gave the list to David and then handled the transfer of the money without any complications.
A week later David set up a meeting with Richard at a quiet out-of-the-way bar and asked him if would consider handling more transfers of money for Pleasure Incorporated for which he would be handsomely compensated. Richard knew without words being said that handling money for Pleasure Incorporated, there had to be no paper trail leading back to them. It might be a little illegal but he knew how to do it.
Personal problems were cropping up for both Allison and Richard. Neither one could get The Spa off their minds. At times Allison would look down and find that her dress had ridden up on her and she was sitting with her legs spread. Another time she absent-mindedly walked into the men's washroom. At home when Richard was away or at work she would try to relive her experiences from The Spa. She would masturbate with her vibrator and try to spank herself which, of course, was not overly fulfilling.
About three weeks after they were home, she had to go to a three-day seminar out of town.
On her return she opened the door expecting Richard to be watching television or working in the den. Instead there was a note by the love seat where a person could take of their shoes.
"Slave. Get dressed and meet me in the spare bedroom." It was signed 'Your Master'.
Allison's heart skipped a beat as she looked at a pair of panties that were similar to the ones at The Spa plus a similar dress. It only took her seconds to strip and timidly knock on the bedroom door.
"Enter." Richard said in a commanding voice.
Allison could see that in the three days that she was away that Richard had transformed the spare bedroom into a sex den. She saw, on a low-lying table, an assortment of paddles and leather straps for spanking. On another table were handcuffs and other restraints plus vibrators of different colors and sizes. Laying on the bed was a collar for slaves to wear.
"You have been busy?" Allison declared. She was wondering where he had purchased all this equipment.
"Yes I have been. I drove four hours to the state line to purchase these toys." Richard replied as he sipped his drink.
"Look in the bathroom." Richard asked.
Sitting beside the toilet was all the equipment to apply an enema to a person plus an adult- sized potty chair. Also, in the bathroom were two stacks of slave underwear.
"Starting today if I want you to be my slave for the night I'll set a pair of these underwear out for you in the morning to wear all day. If you want me to be your master for the evening, let me know that you are wearing slave panties." Richard said.
"What about these other stack of underwear. They're a little too big for me." Allison said.
"Sometimes I might get tired of being a master." Richard replied.
"Richard I love you."
"Down on your knees slave. You need to be disciplined." Richard said as he picked out a leather strap along with the slave collar.
THE END
Or a knew beginning
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