0 comments/ 10915 views/ 0 favorites Decision Day Ch. 01 By: yorkshiremike Chapter 01: The Beginning My first attempt at erotic writing so I would appreciate feedback. It's semi autobiographical, well sort of the way I would have liked it to go. I'm in England so use English terms throughout. Hope you enjoy it. 7.30am the alarm rings. Carol turns over looks at the glowing red numbers and mutters "Oh no it's time." On the other side of the room against her wardrobe, like judges, hang three outfits. The one she chooses to wear to-day will probably change her life. It had all seemed so simple a couple of months ago. Jim, her long time lover, had finally walked out on her and in a very short time she had found it difficult to pay her bills. She needed someone to share her house and preferably bed with.. A couple of weeks of trawling her normal bars and clubs had produced nothing other than a couple of guys who wanted to fuck her and dump her. Then an idea had popped into her head. Her very first lover, what was his name? Oh that was it, Arthur. Their affair had never properly finished, they had sort of drifted apart when he started touring the country with a Rock 'n' Roll band and she had stayed at home to study music. So, she had placed a personal advert in the local paper. Within a week she had a phone call from him. He had been totally surprised to hear from her after twenty five years and despite being married he had agreed to meet up with her in the safe environment of a local supermarket cafe. On that first occasion she took a chance and dressed in the mini skirt and black stockings that her body and legs still looked good in. It was as though they had never been apart and within an hour they were in her living room, her skirt around her waist, his hand inside her soaking wet knickers playing with her clit and she was moaning in ecstasy. Before she could come he withdrew his hand "Please" she pants "make me come". "Not until you suck my cock" he replies, as he pushes her onto her knees. "unzip me, take out my cock and suck it." "Please don't push it right down my throat or come in my mouth" she gasps "I can't swallow it makes me sick" His clasps his hands firmly around the back of her head he pulls her mouth onto his cock and proceeds to control the speed and depth of her fellatio. It seems forever before he pulls out of her mouth. He lifts her up in his arms , one hand going straight up inside her skirt above the top of her stockings and into the wet crotch of her knickers. "Bedroom" he demands. "Top of the stairs on the right ". she gasps. and feels herself being carried upstairs quickly. Of all the men she had ever had sex with and there had been a few, none had ever been so decisive. An instant later he drops her to her feet next to the bed. "Strip" he growls as he takes hold of her shoulders and turns her to face him, "leave your suspender belt and stockings on". Slightly hesitantly she removes her white top to reveal a white lacy bra, she unfastens her bra and exposes her breasts. Her black mini skirt she eases over her hips to puddle on the floor. "Step out of it" he commands. "and get you knickers off." She obeys and her black lacy knickers join the rest of her clothes on the floor leaving her in just a pink suspender belt black stockings and red high heels.. "Strip me", he commands. Her trembling fingers remove his cowboy boots, undo and remove his denim shirt then release the heavy metal buckle on the belt of his jeans before sliding them off his legs. Trying to delay the inevitable she slides her hand into his pants and starts to play with his cock. "Time for that later" he says with a smile in his voice "get them off". His pants join hers on the floor. Again the strength and decisiveness surprise her as he scoops her up and onto the bed on her back. "Do you have hand cuffs or do I need to use stockings to tie you down?" he asks casually. The thought of lieing to him didn't even occur to her, "Second drawer down on the left there are two sets of padded cuffs" and within seconds her wrists are contained in the cuffs and fastened to the iron poles of her bedhead. "I've found your vibrators, now you are tied down I'm going to make you come and come, eventually I will stick my cock up your cunt. You can yell all you like, If you are too noisy I'll stuff your knickers in your mouth" He started up the smaller of her vibrators and gently touched her clit. The world disappeared in a wave of pleasure. To be continued.? Decision Day Ch. 02 Part 2 Later The Same Day She had woken in the dark, the feel of cloth in her mouth and something across her face puzzled her. Automatically, she had brought her hands up towards her face. Before they got there she had become aware of the cuffs on her wrists and something running down between her legs and fastened behind her. She had panicked and begun to thrash around. A hand had touched her shoulder and he had spoken. "Good, you are awake. Don't struggle and I will explain. You are on your side on your bed. Your knickers are stuffed in your mouth. I have tied a hood over your head and under your shoulders. Your hands are cuffed in front of you and a scarf goes from the cuffs between your legs and fastens around you waist. Your ankles are cuffed. You are immobile. When I used your vibrator on you you started to make a lot of noise so I had to gag you. After you had come twice I couldn't resist fucking you. You are a damm good fuck. You then dropped asleep so I took the opportunity to re-tie you as you are now. I am now going to turn you on your back, I will spread your knees and I will use the vibrator to make you come again. When you have soaked the bed I will shove my cock up inside you and fuck you again." Her knees had been spread. The buzzing of the vibrator had made her juices start to run again with remembered pleasure. The touch of the vibrator on her clit had made her cunt throb, spasm and her juices gush. She had yelled with pleasure but no sound escaped past her knickers and the hood. She had felt her juices soaking the bed, his weight on top of her and his cock at the entrance to her cunt, his hands on her ass, and with a thrust, his cock inside her. She had pushed up to meet him and, forgetting the ankle cuffs, had tried to lift her legs around him. He had thrust in and out and while rotating. She had gripped his prick with her cunt. What seemed ages later he had stiffened and groaned as he had emptied himself into her. She had felt the hot splash deep inside. "God, it's a good thing I don't need contraception" she had thought. He had lifted himself up and had gently pulled his cock out. " We will sleep for a while" he had said as he had laid down alongside her and taken her in his arms. He had woken before her. Tied, gagged and hooded as she was it was probably a good thing. It was dark outside and the street lights were shining through the bedroom window. As he had walked, still naked, out of the bathroom she had been beginning to stir. "Don't move and I will release some of your restraints", he had instructed her. He removed the hood, the knickers from her mouth and the scarf between her wrists and waist. She had blinked, stretched and flexed her mouth. "Drink." she had finally managed to say. He had passed her a glass of water; she had managed it clumsily with her cuffed hands. "I will lead you to the toilet, you will remain cuffed. When you have finished I will put you in the shower and wash you." Without giving her chance to respond he had taken hold of her wrists and lead her to the toilet-then the shower. Naked, freshly showered and with her hair washed, she had stood again in the bedroom. She was still cuffed at wrists and ankles-her wrists now behind her. "In most things you have pleased me a great deal," he had told her,. "I will see you again very soon." It was a statement - not a question. "Some of your dress, however, did not meet with my approval and for this I am about to punish you". "What?," she had begun to say as she was bent over and her face pushed down onto the bed. Her backside was now at a convenient height for spanking. "Have you been spanked before?" He had demand. "N..No " "Well, you are about to find out what it is like. I will now explain what you are being punished for. Your bra, knickers and suspender belt didn't match. This is not acceptable to me. You will now receive three strokes with your hairbrush for each mismatched item six strokes in all. Do you understand?" "Yes, but...." "Yes, but nothing." He had brought the back of the hairbrush down on her bare backside with a sharp smack. "Yow! That hurts!" she had yelled and tried to stand up. He had pushed her back down. "It is supposed to hurt, any time you dress for me in future you will remember this. Now, do I need to put those dirty knickers back in your mouth to keep the noise down? By the way, if I have to tie you down it will be twelve strokes not six. The second stroke brought floods of tears but no yells - and no resistance. After six he had pulled her upright and fastened her hands in front of her. "I will leave in about half an hour. Before I leave I will remove your cuffs. I will start with these." He had unfasten the cuffs around her ankles. "Your hands will remained cuffed in front of you to stop you trying to sooth your backside. Now follow me downstairs." "I'm naked, the curtains will be open." "You will close the curtains before you turn the lights on." He set off and heard her following. At the foot of the stairs he had stepped aside to let her lead the way into the living room. A main road ran at the bottom of her garden just twenty feet from the window. She had scurried across the room, closed the curtains and turned around to face him, her hands had fallen naturally between her legs. "Get your hands up!" he had barked "I want your pussy visible at all times when you are naked. Now get into the kitchen and make me a cup of tea. While I drink it you will sit astride the piano stool and I will explain what I want from you." Decision Day Ch. 03 Part 3 The Friend Carol was meeting Lucy for the first time in a month, normally they would meet weekly, but Arthur had taken up that time. Lucy had been her friend for over twenty years. As teenagers they had spent many evenings listening to LPs of the Osmond Brothers or David Cassidy on Lucy's little Dansette record player, gazing longingly at pictures of their latest pop heartthrob, and wondering what it would be like to "do it." Lucy had been mentioned to Arthur in passing and he had told Carol to arrange a meeting with her. Arthur had selected Carol's clothing, prepared her, and had been very specific in his instructions. "Arrive five to ten minutes later than arranged so she has had the opportunity to sit down and see you walk into the café. Be totally truthful in all your answers to any question she asks you." "Where have you been hiding?" Lucy asks as Carol sets her tray on the the table."No, let me guess, you have a new man." "Yes, how did you know?" "Take off your coat and turn around." Mystified, Carol did so. "Short skirt and seamed black stockings? I doubt you have dressed like that for me." Lucy stood and casually put an arm around Carol's waist, "You are wearing a corset, I thought you were standing straighter than normal," she whispered into her ear." I bet when you sit down you choose the softest seat for your freshly spanked backside and have to be careful not to show that you are knickerless. " Carol nodded and sat carefully on the softest highest seat she could find. "I have been told to answer your questions truthfully, You are right, how did you know about me being knickerless and recently spanked?" "You haven't been around the clubs for a month only one thing will keep you away from the dance floor for that length of time and that's a new man. I bet you have spent most of that time on your back." "When I haven't been on my back I've been on my knees." Carol replied. "Sounds about right," commented Lucy "once men have charmed your knickers off they want to control you. The stockings are quite normal, a short skirt shows your legs to advantage. They want you to be sexually available at all times so having you go knickerless, especially in public, is the next step. Most women I know are spanked by their partners, especially before going out. It reminds them who is the boss and what will happen if they get home late." "He used the back of my hairbrush to "educate" me. It worked,-I am trying not to make any mistake twice." Lucy leant forward, "Come on then, let's hear the gory details- who is he and how good is he in bed?" An hour and two coffees later Carol finished her disclosure. "So he called in at mid day to shave my pussy, fasten me into this corset then, before I came out, he bent me over the end of the bed, lifted my skirt and fucked me to send me out still sticky between my legs." "Been there", commented Lucy as she settled back in her chair, "I always feel uncomfortable if I have to walk around with a guy's come running out of me, especially if has kept me knickerless. So what's the next move?" "At the moment, all we do when he comes around is fuck. Not that I'm complaining too much about that, " Carol admitted, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm going to suggest we get away for a week so we can spend some time together outside of the bedroom." "Well, don't expect to spend much time on the dance floor," laughed Lucy, "in my experience, once they have bedded you, most guys are not into dancing except when you are removing your clothes. The only time you'll get to wear anything like knickers is if you are in a bikini. Then he may insist you don't go topless." "I don't go topless?" "He's territorial, he may well want you naked in the hotel room. But you are his and he won't want any other man seeing your tits." The phone in Carol's handbag Cuckooed. "Lord it's that time already," she said with panic in her voice, "I've got to be back in the house, washed, made up, stripped to my corset and on my knees for when he arrives." "And if you're not?" Lucy asked, in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer. "I might get a fuck but, after he has finished with my backside, I won't be able to sit comfortably for a couple of days." "Run", said Lucy "I'll call you next week." Decision Day Ch. 04 The Letter A week later, the clock in the living room chimed ten as Carol came downstairs from her bedroom to face another day. She hadn't seen Arthur for a week. He was away playing some shows in the North East. While he had been away she had reverted to her normal life style- travelling by bus to her pupils' homes where she would teach them piano for an hour-then on to the next. If she was lucky she might get to teach four students in twelve hours. She didn't want students at her home. She liked the free time between lessons. It had been a subject of discussion between her and Arthur. He felt that the money she earned didn't justify the time she was out of the house. Tonight, as with most nights while he had been away, after teaching, she would go down to one of her regular clubs and dance until two am, arriving home around 3am, normally alone. If she was going to go to bed with a man she preferred it to be at his place, then she knew whether he was conveniently forgetting to mention that he was married, or already had a live-in girlfriend. She looked at the post jutting through her letter box. "More bad news." she thought, and she was right. An electricity bill: a phone bill: a council tax reminder and a letter from the agency who booked her into schools as a music teacher. Her contract would not be renewed when the new term started next week. She hadn't much in her savings account and was going to be broke within two months. One letter wasn't a demand for money. It was from Arthur. "My dear Carol," it started "I have been thinking while I have been away. I know what you are hoping for. I can see that you would like me to move in with you, share your bed and paying your bills. I can also see that you want to keep your current life style. While I would be glad to move in, share your bed and help you pay your bills, I will not accept your current lifestyle. Leaving the house at ten in the morning and not getting in until two or three the next morning will have to stop if I am to I move in." She swallowed nervously, what was coming? " If you expect me to share your life, then you must make time in your life for me. That means an end to teaching at pupils' homes. All teaching must be done at your house. You should be able to fit four students into six hours. I will not accept you going off to night clubs on an evening. As your partner I expect you to spend your evenings with me. You need not think that I want you to drop all your friends and associates. I would welcome visitors at any pre arranged time. They will understand the necessity of phoning before calling in- as you could be teaching." There is an alternative way of earning money than teaching music. You could come out with me as keyboard player in one or more of the bands." She paused,she hadn't played in a band in years. Could she still do it? "Should you wish me to move in with you," the letter continued" these are the conditions you must consider first: 1I shall be the sole arbiter of what you do or don't wear at any time. I will not expect you to be indecently dressed at any time in public. You should expect to be knickerless and perhaps bra-less under suitable clothing. 2I shall expect you to provide any sexual service at any time and any place. As we have both a car and a house I am unlikely to require you to fuck in a public place. You are not expected to provide anal sex. You are not expected to take my come in your mouth when providing oral sex. 3At all times you will follow clearly defined rules of dress and behaviour. Any breach of these rules will result in ,normally, physical chastisement. This will include, but not be limited to,the use of my hand, a ruler,belt, hairbrush or cane on , but not limited to, your bare backside, the back of your legs or your hands. You may be physically restrained in any manner and any position whilst you are being chastised. 4You may be required at any time to wear items including, but not limited to:blindfolds: hoods : gags: hand cuffs: leg shackles: and chastity belt. 5You may be required to have passive or remote controlled "love balls" in your cunt. If these are to be worn in public, then you will normally be allowed to wear knickers to keep them in place. 6You may be required to have a remote controlled clit stimulator, or vibrator, in your cunt. If to be worn in public then you will be allowed some clothing or strap to hold it in place. 7You will immediately begin to cook meals at home. In the month I have been seeing you, you have never cooked either of us a meal. I know that you are capable of doing so. 8I will be away for another ten days. I will not call or write to you in this time, neither will I accept any calls from you or read any letter you write. This will give you time to consider what you want with your life. 9In exactly 14 days from today between 11.15 am and 11.30am, I will be in the supermarket café where we met. After that time I will leave and never initiate or accept contact again. There are three options for you on that day: AYou don't show up at all. We will never see or hear from each other again. BYou turn up in your long red coat, red high heels and no handbag. This will indicate that you wish to accept, without discussion,the terms of me living with you. Under the coat you will be totally naked. You will not sit down. You will,without a word, give me the spare key to your door. Then leave the café and walk directly back to your house. Once inside you will remove your coat and kneel by the door. I will take my car directly to your house and come in using your spare key. CYou turn up wearing your long blue coat, black high heels and hand bag. You will buy yourself a drink and sit down. This will indicate that you are trying to negotiate the conditions I have laid out. Under the coat you will be wearing matching bra, knickers, and suspender belt with seemed black stockings. Please be informed that these terms aren't flexible and an attempt to negotiate will incur a penalty of 12 strokes of the hairbrush on your bare backside." The letter fell from Carol's hands. Tears ran down her cheeks, yet at the same time juices ran from her pussy and her cunt throbbed. She was totally confused with her reactions. Yes, she wanted him in her home and in her bed. She could probably agree with most of what he wanted in terms of her clothing. After all, he wouldn't be the first man for whom she had gone out without a bra and knickers in public. But how could she agree to the other terms he had so flatly laid out? Agree to be physically chastised? Have pupils come to the house? Not go dancing? She stared blankly into space as she sat down on her piano stool. The ringing of her home phone jerked her back from her reverie and made her aware of a wet patch on the stool between her legs. She rose to her feet sluggishly, the answer machine cut in before she could get to the phone. "This is Carol, sorry I can't answer the phone, please leave a message and I will call you back." Lucy's voice cut through her daze, "Hi sleepy head, we were going to meet up at 11. I bet you are only just out of bed. Call me back." Frantically, Carol reached for the phone, managing to pick it up just before Lucy cut off. "Lucy, you are just the person I need to talk to. Sorry I'm late. Can you come round to my place?" she gabbled. "Sure, I'll be there in half an hour what's up?" "Can I explain when you get here? I don't want to discuss it on the phone." "Sure see you soon" The door bell rang just as Carol came downstairs, now washed, dressed and with her hair combed. A quick glance through the spyhole revealed Lucy. Carol opened the door, fell into her arms and started to sob incoherently. "Good god girl, what has happened? Has he dumped you?" asked Lucy, disentangling herself from the hysterical woman and shutting the door behind her. Carol passed her the letter and blundered through to the kitchen to make coffee. As she came back Lucy had just finished reading it. "Well, Carol, you have really done it this time. He really does want you, but only on his terms. What are you going to do?" Carol blubbered on about this morning's bills, her not having any agency teaching work this next term, and the sorry state of her savings account. When Carol had finally run down Lucy lit a cigarette and sat back in her chair. "Question number one, do you love him?" she asked. Carol stopped wiping her face with a tissue, " I used to love him years ago. His voice sends a tingle down my spine even now and his touch can make me wet my knickers and go weak at the knees. I could love him again." "So, He's not necessarily Mr Right, but he is Mr Right Now with a good chance of being Mr Right." " I guess so." "Question number two, do you enjoy sex with him?" "I've never yet fucked him and been disappointed." Carol resumed wiping her face, but now with a distracted expression, as though remembering some past occasion. "So he wants to live with you. You are attracted to him, he turns you on and he's a good fuck." Lucy ground her cigarette into the ashtray. "What are his bad points?" "He wants to change the whole way I live!" Carol was agitated again. "Darling,"Lucy said trying to calm her "any man would want to change how you live. There probably isn't one in all of Britain who would be happy with you going out on a morning and not getting back till the early hours. Especially when he knows that you are out dancing from 10pm onwards." "But I'm just..." exploded Carol. "In a situation where you can pick up men, whether you do or don't isn't the point. You can. No man will accept it. Look, Arthur doesn't want you to lose contact with your friends, he has said so. He just wants it to be in a more controlled environment." "Yes! By Appointment only! At Home! When I'm Naked! Handcuffed! Hobbled! and possibly gagged as well!" "I doubt many of your friends would see you like that." Lucy smiled, thinking of the sight. "He's territorial, he wants to keep things like that to himself and very few others. That's why he won't let you out clubbing." "Look at what he says here" Lucy said pointing at one of the conditions" "I will not expect you to be indecently dressed at any time in public. You should expect to be knickerless and perhaps braless under suitable clothing". "You can be fairly certain that at home with other people present will be regarded as in public" "Do you Remember that Joe I was going out with some years ago?" Lucy was apparently changing the subject. "Yes." nodded Carol wondering what that creep had to do with her situation. "Well, remember those outfits he had me wear at those Christmas parties? I was always without underwear. My tits were always falling out of my tops, and the skirts- if you can call a wide belt a skirt- were so short that unless I was standing perfectly straight everyone could see my shaven pussy." "He was a bastard," agreed Carol, "I remember walking into one of the rooms at a party and finding you on your knees with your tits out giving him a blow job in front of a dozen other people. What in god's name made you do that?" "Being bent over and given a dozen strokes on my bare backside with that little cane he always carried. He then told me either I got my tits out and gave him a public blow job or he would leave the party and take my coat with him. He never let me carry a hand bag so I didn't have a credit card or money for a taxi. His friends wouldn't help me and, in that outfit, I dare not walk even a short distance." "So, your only choice was to get on your knees in a circle of his drunken friends, get you tits out and give him a blow job. I suppose he came in your mouth and you had to swallow it?" Carol grimaced at the thought of a man coming in her mouth. It had happened once and he'd held her there until she had succeeded in swallowing all his come. It wasn't an experience she wanted to repeat. "So, Arthur is good in bed and he's agreed not to come in your mouth or fuck your ass. He will tell you what to wear and how to behave. If you misbehave he will cane you," summarised Lucy," compared to Joe he's an angel. If you behave you will probably be punished only occasionally." "But I would have to change my whole way of life!" Carol wailed "Yes," said Lucy as she made her way towards the door, "if it were my choice, then, on the day I would be naked under the long red coat and wearing red high heels." After she closed the door behind Lucy Carol sat at her piano and absently mindedly began to play. Anything to avoid having to face making a decision. The clock chimed two. Decision Day Ch. 05 Ten Days Waiting The next ten days were like a fog through which she drifted, unable to put together any coherent thoughts. Fortunately, her current crop of students were all at a fairly basic level and didn't take too much in the way of teaching. She couldn't really afford to visit the clubs so when she had finished teaching she went home to stare blankly at the TV screen until, overcome by boredom, she retreated to bed. The sex drive, that had her reaching for a vibrator any evening she didn't have a man in bed, seemed to have disappeared and the vibrators were left untouched. This morning she woke feeling healthy and happy; getting out of bed was easy. Nothing had changed. There was still no great work as a teacher and her savings account was still falling. Still, she caught herself singing as she showered and washed her hair. She couldn't understand why. She hadn't done that for months. In fact not since Jim had left her, it must have been a year ago now. Today was a short one for teaching and by four pm she had finished. She surprised herself by going into her local supermarket. Passing the café where she would normally eat she found herself putting tins and meals into a trolley. She paused, what was she thinking of? She hadn't cooked at home since divorcing her husband five years ago. Later, while having a drink in the café, she found herself wrapping an elastic band round a wrist and enjoying the sensation of her wrist being confined. It brought her up with a start. Was she really considering saying yes to Arthur? A copy of a woman's magazine had been left on her table. It was open at the problem page, the headline was "Abuse or Discipline: your stories." The page was was occupied by letters from women whose husbands spanked them. Carol had never run across this before and despite herself found herself reading account after account of women who enjoyed having their bared backsides hit with a bewildering variety on implements. One woman admitted to being turned on by dressing as a schoolgirl, complete with pony tail, white knee socks and gym slip. Her husband would act the part of a father who has found out that his daughter had been misbehaving at school. He would burst into her bedroom waving a short cane,take her by the ear and put her across his knee. Her gym slip would be lifted up to bare her white cotton knickers and she would receive at least six strokes of the cane across them. She would shout and struggle but to no avail. After he had left the bedroom she would quickly strip, put on a negligee, make herself up as the mature woman she was and kneel as she waited for him to reenter the bedroom. "Your bloody daughter!" he would shout as he came in. "Here love, let me try take your mind off it." she would say as she unzipped him, extracted his cock and took it between her ruby red lips. His hands would grip the back of her head and the length of his cock would disappear into her mouth. When he eventually came he would hold her so that she had his cock was all the way down her throat. After releasing her he would climb onto the bed and lay on his back. "Mount me, tart" he would say and she would climb onto him and gradually feed his limp cock into her shaven cunt. She was now free to fuck him until she came herself. Carol leant back; she hadn't realised that she had been so engrossed. Suddenly, a wave of lust hit her and she was powerless to stop her juices soaking her knickers and wetting her trousers. She could smell her own arousal and was immensely grateful there was no one at any of the adjacent tables. Picking up her shopping, she rose quickly and hurried across the road to her house. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled to open the lock. Eventually, the door was opened and closed behind her. Dropping her coat and shopping to the floor she dashed up the stairs -two at a time - as another wave of lust soaked her again. She writhed out of her wet trousers soaking knickers and threw herself full length on the bed. She reached frantically for her vibrator drawer. The first to hand was "The King." She had bought it on a whim at a sex toy party a couple of years ago. It had been infrequently used. Ten inches long and two and a half inches across she thrust most of it into her by now dripping wet cunt, it was mains operated and It seemed an eternity before she managed to get the plug into a socket. and hit the on switch. The shaft began to twist and the head began to vibrate. She was rewarded with an immediate orgasm that flooded through her body. Some time later she became aware of the vibrator still inside her and frantically pumped it in and out of her cunt to be rewarded with a second longer and less intense climax. It was to be a long night for her, bucking and thrashing whilst pumping the plastic into herself through orgasm after orgasm . Sometime in the early hours she finally withdrew it, turned over on the wreckage of her bed and slept. Daylight streamed through the curtains onto her face; she turned and tried to brush the sunlight away. The sunlight didn't move. She sat up looking in amazement at the wreckage of the bedding, her hastily discarded trousers and knickers and the still buzzing vibrator at her side. The smell of sex, the ache of leg muscles over used last night and the memory of what she had done hit her almost simultaneously. Switching off the vibrator, she took comfort in the fact that there was no man to regret and diplomatically try eject from her bed. Realising that she still had her top and bra on and desperately needed a shower she stripped and strode through to the bathroom . Half an hour later she had washed and dressed. The bedding had been thoroughly soaked last night so she had stripped it and made her way towards the kitchen. By the front door the lay last night's discarded shopping. "God", she thought "just how desperate was I, and why did I buy this food?" Today was Saturday so, no teaching. Sat down with a coffee Carol reviewed the events of the past twenty four hours. The mood change yesterday morning, buying meals to cook, not going to the clubs, playing with the rubber band and then her desperation for sex, even if only with a vibrator. Was she really thinking of saying yes to Arthur and letting him control her life? Apparently so. As she recalled the past month and what could happen in the future she came in her knickers. Decision Day Part 6 The Morning arrives 7:30am the alarm rings. Carol turns over, looks at the glowing red numbers and mutters "Oh no, it's time."On the other side of the room against her wardrobe, like judges, hang three outfits. The one she chooses to wear today will probably change her life. Even as late as last night she was undecided. Lucy had told her what she would do. Her body had it's own opinion. Emotionally she still wasn't sure and time to think was rapidly disappearing. 7:45am. If she is going to meet Arthur she doesn't have to be there before 11.15. She showers, washes her hair and after a little hesitation lays back on her bed, opens her legs and uses her lady's shaver to shave her pussy smooth. Another hesitation and her under arms and legs are shaved too. 8:30 am. Sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen an untouched bowl of cereal and cup of coffee in front of her. For the first time in many years she is wearing a dressing gown as she eats breakfast. Normally she has dressed before eating. 9:30am She has dallied over breakfast as long as she dared; she washes the breakfast dishes and cup and puts them away neatly. Normally she would just leave them to drain. 10:00am. Upstairs and folding back the duvet on the bed. Fortunately, since that marathon session some days ago, she has not been driven to use the vibrator and the red satin sheets smell only of her perfume. For how long? she wonders. 10:30am Realising with a start that she has been sitting day dreaming for some time now, it dawns on her that she has never considered not meeting Arthur. It will only take her five minutes to walk across to the café and that meeting. 10:55am. If she is going to dress in blue she needs to start putting on the underwear she had laid out last night. 11:15am. She leaves the house and walks across the road to the supermarket entrance. His car is already in the car park she observes. "I'm not yet committed," she thinks," I could still turn around." But she knows that isn't going to happen. 11:17am. He is reading the morning paper as she approaches his table. Without making eye contact, she fumbles in her pocket for the key, places it in the middle of the table and stands back a pace. He looks up slowly taking in the red high heels and long red coat. No other clothing is visible. "Are you sure?" he asks, nodding at the key. This isn't in the script and unsure quite how to respond she nods. "You are naked under that coat." his voice is low and she prays none of the other customers can hear it. Uncertain how her voice will sound she decides not to speak, just nods, turns on her heel and walks into her new life.