1 comments/ 13763 views/ 0 favorites He Takes Ch. 01 By: fairwind15 She felt the tickle of a moist droplet of sweat glide down her spine as she tossed her long legs over the side of his king sized bed. Gently, so not to wake him, she adjusted the heavy bedspread that wrapped around her life like a cocoon. She was naked and hot and the cover was rough against her delicate skin. She was here again, pleasure in body yet troubled in mind. How does a man have this power over her? She knew she was strong, she could accomplish anything put in front of her, yet she was weakened by his touch, by his voice and by his words. He had promised her gentleness and love but she wondered if it was only to have her once again wrapped within his mind for a moment of pleasure. Barefoot and tussled long blond hair, she tiptoed to the master bathroom in the shade of the early morning darkness. Another Georgia thunderstorm boomed outside the big windows threatening to break the glass with which it beat upon. The humidity absorbed everything in its grasp and even made the carpet beneath her toes feel moist. She needed to feel the coolness of his shower, to rinse her mind free of his intoxicating smell that lay on her body. It was him that she could smell, a strong musty heat that surrounded her. She remembered looking in his face as he lay on top of her just a few hours before. His sweat dropped from his forehead onto her chest and had chased itself around the outline of her breast. She had moaned lightly, but it was enough to catch his attention. He pushed himself up and looked at her, biting his bottom lip with a look of pure pleasure and pain wrapped around each other. She was confused, she was in love, she was lost, he was so very dangerous for her, and she knew this. The shower door was opened with a jerk and the light filtered through and touched her skin. "Why in the hell do you think you are allowed to get out of the bed?" he said with stern mixture of anger in his voice. He grabbed her then, and pulled her wet and naked body so abruptly and forcibly that she stumbled out of his shower and onto his chest. "When I bring you here, I expect you to be here when I want you to be. I don't want to wake up and find my cock hard and you not there to pleasure me. Get down on your fucking knees before I..." She didn't need to hear anymore. He was the same as he had always been, and she knew she was the one to blame for coming back. Why did he have this hold on her, and yet why was she getting warm between her legs as she dropped to her knees and quickly put all of him in her mouth. She did not want him angry or disappointed; she wanted him to be happy no matter how troubled her mind was with whether it was right or wrong. After his hands had pulled her head tighter into his crotch and his semen had shot hot and syrupy down the back of her throat, he had turned without so much as a thank-you and left her kneeling, alone, on the cold marble of the bathroom floor digesting his essence. She shivered involuntarily not only from the cold air condensing the wetness of her unfinished shower on her lean and muscled body, but from the thought that she had become someone she hardly recognized in many ways. She knew he had finished with her for now and that the worst possible thing she could do was to interrupt his now continued sleep, as although she had not ventured into the bedroom she now knew his pattern – to use her for his pleasure and then to simply walk away as if she no longer existed. How their relationship, and she, had come to this she still could not fathom, as she toweled herself dry and wrapping herself in the bathrobe he had given her slumped to the hard cold floor in a trance like state. She had known him now for three months, and at first he had seemed like the men who had come before him; not so much physically as he was older, but from the perspective of being attentive, considerate, thoughtful, and a well educated gentlemen. The sort of character traits she'd been brought up to look for in a man and a potential mate. He'd made her grade, and she'd gladly agreed to go out with him that first night when they had met by chance at the cocktail party of a mutual friend. But that was then and this was now and as they say a lot of water had since passed under the bridge. Despite her revulsion at what she had become she was drawn like a moth to his flame, and could only pray that in the end she would not live the fate that had befallen Icarus. Those first few dates had been pleasant enough, dinners at upscale and elegant restaurants, occasional calls sprinkled with healthy and lustful banter, and the back and forth volleys of email filled with subtle double entendres, which even she had to admit had been a turn-on both to read and to construct in reply. It was on their third or fourth date, she could no longer remember, that he had taken her home to this house and made love to her for the first time. She remembered that evening as if it had occurred just minutes ago, and despite feeling used from having just serviced him she could feel the dampening between her legs from the memory. What had struck her that first night was the gentleness with which he had caressed her body and the time and attention he had paid to make sure that she was satisfied. It was as if he existed only to give her pleasure, and no man – and she had slept with many – had ever been as attentive a lover to her as he was that night. Oh, how she could only have wished then that this pattern of love-making had continued as that night she had truly felt the way Cinderella must have felt when the glass slipper had been placed upon her foot. He had taken her to a place that no man had ever led her to before, and she had realized on that night that had she gone to her maker she would have felt, and did feel, totally fulfilled as a woman for the first time in her life. After that night she nervously awaited his next contact hoping against hope that he would take her to his bed again and again and again. Looking back, with the advantage of perfect hindsight, she now realized that he had broken her like a skillful trainer breaks and trains a racehorse. Over the next month she began sleeping with him two or three nights a week, and gradually and imperceptibly at first he started to be rougher with her, but in a way that felt natural to her and seamless in its transition. No longer was he the gentle lover, although she had to admit he was still attentive and she was still experiencing the same four or five orgasms every night. It was just as if something had changed. Some slight tipping of the scales. The gradual transition of power, if that was the word, so that the equilibrium of a relationship built between equals had now shifted to one where even she had to admit he held all the power and she none, for she had become addicted to being in his bed and being made to feel safe in his arms. She still worked at the same job and still saw the same circle of friends that she had before he had come into her life, but now; well now somehow it just was altogether different. She remembered the day clearly when she had forever crossed the line and left the world she had known and become his. He had emailed her just as she was leaving work and said he wanted to see her. Like the puppy dog she had become she had replied that she was on her way and arrived at his house as the warm Georgia sun was fading into the summer sky. Normally when she reached his house she would ring the bell as she'd not been given a key, but tonight was different. Tonight taped to the door which he had left ajar was an envelope with her name written on it in his elegant scrawl. Inside a note simply said, "I've had to go out. A bath is drawn for you in the master bathroom and a glass of wine and blindfold are on the table next to the tub. Relax in your bath with the blindfold on and enjoy your wine. When I return I will join you but you are to say nothing and make no sound." She had as she had been instructed made her way through the silent house and entered what she discovered to be a candle lit bathroom within which soothing classical music was playing softly. Stripping naked in the soft glow of the candlelight she had placed the blindfold over her eyes and slipped into the deep moist heat of the awaiting tub. Leaning back with her head against the cool marble of the tub she had let the warmth of the water work its way into and sooth her tired muscles while she sipped at the glass of red wine she had found there and her mind floated freely accompanying the gentle melody of the music. Time had seemed to stand still for what she could only believe was a brief eternity and she realized she must have dozed off as he had entered the bathroom unbeknownst to her. She knew he was there as she could feel his presence and she recognized that the wine glass was no longer in her hand. Yet despite the knowledge that he was watching her, she remained silent as his note had instructed wondering what he would do. That puzzlement was quickly resolved as he began to wash her gently with a soapy washcloth spending care and attention to bathe her as completely as if she were but a young baby. When he finished washing her back and her arms and breasts and belly, he'd moved gently to wash her bottom and her vagina and legs, but despite never once having touched her in a sexual manner during this whole process she could feel the building of a need deep between her legs. He then shampooed her hair as if he had in some former life been a beautician, and then took his finger and as he gently opened her mouth she felt, for the first time in her life, someone – him – brushing her teeth for her. When he was done he slipped his hand under her elbow and lifted her to the standing position as she heard and felt the water draining from her tub. He toweled her dry so tenderly and gently that it was as if angel's wings had overseen her final cleansing. He helped her from the tub still blindfolded and naked and led her by the elbow to the side of his bed where he pushed her down by the shoulder still having made no sound so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. After perhaps a minute had passed he placed a box into her lap and took her hands and guided them to the bow in the center of the top. Sightless she pulled at the bow until it was untied and opened the top of the box feeling inside to see what surprise he had bought for her. While her hands could feel cool metal and silky connections she could not discern what they meant. He placed her hands by her side and took the box from her lap. She heard the small sounds of something metallic she could not recognize and then silence. With one hand he pulled the back of her head towards him and with the other he slipped what felt to be a crown on top of and then over her head. Suddenly and still blindfolded she felt cool metal on the back of her neck and collarbone and then as she sat still uncomprehending she felt his hands move quickly to her chest where what seemed to be a silken cord dangled and which she felt him hold and pull like she had seen him and other men before him tighten their ties by adjusting their knots. In one fluid motion the cool metal that had laid on her collarbone seemingly compressed and in that instant she realized that he had placed and closed some form of collar around her neck which while not choking her or uncomfortable in the slightest clearly was now securely locked around her neck. Now in shocked silence trying to register the meaning of this act, she sat as he repeated his performance on her slipping and then tightening identically feeling, but smaller, bracelets around both of her wrists. Again with the tying of the tie motion on what she now realized were slipknots both bracelets locked into place once again with heavy silken cords left dangling. Again he placed his hand under her elbow and still blindfolded and silent he led her out of his bedroom and into his study seating her through his motions in his desk chair. Silently but suddenly he took first one wrist and then the other and tied the dangling silken cords which extended from her bracelets to the arms of the desk chair so that, for the first time in her life, she found herself tied to an object and unable to get up. He then seemingly disappeared and while she could hear slight background noises indicating his presence from time to time she sat there in her nakedness with her mind racing trying to figure out what he had in mind for her next. She did not have to wait long however as when he returned he pushed a finger into her mouth and pried it open. Then he literally fed her his cock and forced her for what could have been no less than two hours to suck it while periodically he would withdraw it and give her, while gently holding her chin slightly elevated, sips of water, only to replace the coolness of the water with the heat and girth of his cock once again. As time marched on in a seemingly endless continuum of force-fed gagging and brief water-cooled rests, she was fed more cock than she believed she had ever sucked with all the men and in all the years since she had first learned how. Then after what seemed like hours had passed, and which in fact they had, his semen burst into her throat and he was spent; as she had been spent hours ago from her force-feeding. Untying her he led her back into his bedroom and sat her once again on the edge of his bed only this time at the foot as they had made a wide berth of it when entering the room. She felt him leave her and could hear him get into the bed beneath the covers she had grown so used to. As she felt his feet stretch towards her from under the covers she heard him turn off the bedside lamp and for the first time that evening heard him speak as he said, "I have laid a pillow and blanket on the floor next to me. You are to crawl there and sleep on your pallet without a sound and with your blindfold on. If during the night I want to use your body I will pull the cord attached to the collar around your neck and you will without hesitation or sound come to me to continue your cock sucking lessons. From tonight on you will sleep on your pallet until I determine you worthy to be allowed back into my bed." She slid her slender fingers through her hair and let her hand glide down her neck and onto the floor where she sat. Gently, she pushed herself to a standing position and took a deep breath. It was time to leave, and as angry as he might be when he woke and realized she had left, it did not stop the overwhelming anxiety that raced through her veins and made her now search out some type of normality, or at least what she remembered to be normal. Shutting the lights off, she pulled the bathroom door open just enough to sneak through the opening and search for her clothing within his bedroom. She could hear the recognizable rhythmic breathing and knew he was fast asleep. She could do this; if she could only stop her heart from beating so rapidly within her chest, she was certain she could get out of here, away from his grasp and, more certainly, away from her humiliation. She knew she was stronger than this. It was time to flip the switch back on in her mind and in her life and get back to the conservative actions she knew to be what others expected from her. What if her friends found out about this side of her? She could not even consider the thought. How had she let it get this far? She was unsuccessful in finding her clothing. An uneasy thought told her he had put them in a place she would not be able to find. Did he know she was going to try and run? Of course he did, he knew everything about her. No. That was silly. Not this time she told herself, it was time to take back her power and show him that she was the only one who owned her. She tiptoed into his closet. There was a large dresser on the back wall. Slowly she pulled open the third drawer from the top and searched inside until she found the familiar rough denim of his blue jeans. She pushed her naked feet into the pants and pulled the waist up and over her bare bottom. She was too slender to make any sort of position within his jeans, but they would have to serve their purpose for now. She rolled the waist band down around her lean hips, and pulled a soft thin cotton t-shirt over her head and around her naked breasts. She was almost there. Next was her car. She had no idea how she would make it out if his driveway without waking him by turning the ignition over in her Jeep, but at that point, he would not be able to stop her. The car roared to life and she quickly switched the gear into reverse and scrambled out of his driveway. She was now free and this time it was her choice to leave, she was strong after all. That was, until she reached the stop sign at the end of his street. She grasped the steering wheel and watched her fingers turn white from the death grip that she had fastened tightly around it. The pounding in her chest was so fierce it made her throat beat along to its rhythm. No...she was not going back. It was okay, she was away from him now, she had made the choice to leave and she knew it was what she was supposed to do in this situation. No man, no one, was allowed to humiliate and control her in such away that she was powerless and weak as he had done and continued to do. Yet, her foot went limp and would not press the gas peddle. She laid her head on the steering wheel and began to cry. How can he do this to her? Eventually, fearful of the consequences of her action and against her better judgment, she turned the car around and drove it back to his familiar driveway. The sun had just begun its journey above the treetops, and when she opened the car door she heard the faint rustling of the robins announcing that morning had begun. Maybe he was still asleep and she could quietly crawl back to where he expected her to be, never to know her act of defiant independence was just an act entirely. It was evident to her now no matter how much her intellect disagreed that she belonged to him and he owned her body and soul. He Takes Ch. 02 She had spent that first night laying on the floor in disbelief. Here she was a woman of thirty-three, a college graduate, and a white collar professional supervising a department of seven people while working for a well respected company, and yet she was, without so much of a sound of protest or a shred of self-dignity, laying blindfolded on a thin blanket on the floor beside the man and bed she had shared for these past three months. "How dare he", she thought silently to herself, as the rage built up within and she chastised herself for being foolish enough to actually be laying on the floor and expected to sleep there willingly and without protest like some dirt poor indigent illiterate in a squalid third world country who knew no better than this. But despite the self-righteous indignation and self-loathing she felt it was as if she had been glued to the floor, for try as she did she seemingly was powerless to simply rise up, take off the blindfold, collar and cuffs, tell him to fuck off, and storm out of that house never to return again. She had been brought up in a home of privilege, raised to be a debutante, and had attended both finishing school and an Ivy League college taking a degree in economics and eventually a Masters as well. Her father had doted on her, and she had truly been, and was to this day daddy's little girl, and her father had always presented her with the image of what she believed a man to be – strong, caring, a provider and protector, and a role model. She had always assumed that one day she would find such a man as her father, fall in love, marry, and live the picture perfect suburban life she had been brought up to have. Yet despite those images and goals, here she lay, in truth of her own free will, silently seething and not understanding how and why she was allowing this man, the man whose bed she had so willingly shared these past three months, to allow her – no order her – to be laying uncovered and naked on the floor while he lay sleeping comfortably in peace not more than a foot from her. But again no matter how hard she tried she seemingly could simply not will herself to rise up from her pallet and leave him and this house. The darkness was like none she had ever experienced before as the blindfold refused to allow any light to penetrate its silken texture. It turned the night, without the hint of ambient light; into a murky blue-black velvet curtain and that sensation coupled with the waves of exhaustion that now racked her body and brain were quickly bringing her to the edge of fear and paranoia. She had lost all sense of time but could tell from the hint of metallic taste on her tongue that she must have fallen asleep. How she could have done that in these circumstances she could not imagine, but as she drifted in and out of consciousness she began to imagine herself in an out of body experience standing at the foot of the bed, looking back and forth from the man gently snoring wrapped inside his down duvet looking to the world like an angel without a care in the world, while beside him less than a foot away but really worlds away lay this woman – one she did not recognize as herself, as her alter-ego could not bring itself to make that admission. As she lay there not restrained yet seemingly against her will, she suddenly felt a pulling at her throat, much in the same way that a farm animal must feel when its halter is pulled. From whatever far away place she was temporarily inhabiting, she recognized that the silken rope attached to the collar around her neck was being tugged at and the pressure being applied to her collar would and could only be eased by moving her head in the direction it was being pulled. "Get up here and go to work", she heard him quietly say, and not knowing what else to do and powerless to open her mouth in protest as if he had super-glued her lips shut she gave in to the increasing pressure being applied by his pulling on her collar and slowly unbent her now sore body and rose to sit on the edge of his bed hoping against hope that this nightmare would be exposed as just that and he would once again take her in his arms and draw her to him under that down duvet. Instead she felt the pressure of his pulling become even more painful as the collar dug into the back of his neck and unable to resist the force she found herself being pulled around and down until her face came within inches of his erect cock. He released the pressure being applied to the silken rope which fell free dangling from her collar as his hand moved to the top of his head and forced her down to take his cock into her mouth. With his hands on either side of her head he forced her up and down on his shaft until minutes later he pulled her tightly down into his groin forcing his cock to the very back of her throat as he shot warm semen into her while she gagged in silence. As his penis went limp inside her mouth she heard him quietly say, "I am finished with you. Go back to your pallet and let me sleep", and despite her upbringing, and her indignation, and her self-loathing, and every screaming brain cell shouting to her that this was crazy, she did exactly as she was told and returned herself to the cold discomfort of the thin blanket he had placed on the floor for her without making so much as the slightest sound. Oh God this was not going to be easy. She knew, before she opened the main door to his home, that he was awake. Not only did she see the office light on, she knew him better. He would not allow her to get away with this, no matter what logical excuse she could come up with. "Master?" She said softly as she slowly crept in though the heavy wooden door, hoping it wasn't, but knowing it was worthless hoping, that somehow and someway, he was still asleep in his bed. "Walk in here girl." Girl...that was what he often referred to her by now. As if she was a school aged child, with no apparent knowledge on how to respect authority, let alone him. Oh God, this was not going to be easy. She walked hesitantly into the family room where he sat. "Get on your knees and stare at the floor." She did exactly as he instructed, immediately. After all, it was she that screwed up, and as much as she wanted to fight the reasoning to it all, she knew this time she deserved what was coming. He was now in control of her fate for the moment, and maybe she thought forever. She now surrendered to this undeniable and horrifying truth that she could no longer deny. He stood in front of her. All she could see were his shoes, and the bottom cuff of his jeans. Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity and she began to get slightly impatient and fearful in the same moment. It was not like her, but she wanted to know what his eyes were asking of her, and then involuntarily she glanced up and looked directly into his eyes. The sting from the quick and violent slap delivered square and directly across her cheek as a reminder that she was not his equal and had crossed the line with her locking him in direct eye contact, stung both her pride and her flesh as she immediately re-directed her gaze to the floor before he had cause to hit her again. Now, not only had she upset and disappointed him, she has made him react out of his anger with her. She was to blame, and her heart broke with the knowledge of what she had done, or rather shown, to him. It was complete disrespect, and now she knew, she would be punished. He Takes Ch. 03 That first night she spent on the floor in fear of the unknown finally and thankfully came to an end as she was roused from the light sleep she had involuntarily fallen into by the nudging of his toe in her ribcage. "It's time for you to get up and be fed," he said quietly in a controlled tone as his toe came to rest yet again in her ribs and his knees cracked as he bent to kneel beside her to remove her blindfold. Bright warm summer sunlight from what was obviously a glorious day streamed through the large windows lining two of the walls of his bedroom temporarily blinding her due to the sensory deprivation induced by the blindfold during the long dark hours she had endured. She stood, felt lightheaded and swayed unsteady on her feet, only gaining her equilibrium by virtue of his quick clasp on her elbow steadying her while she regained her balance. His firm hand on her elbow felt as it had during those prior three months, calming, soothing, and powerful yet gentle, making her feel protected and loved, yet now it was just so different. Everything was just so different. Never had she stood naked in front of a man trying to regain her composure with what she could now see to be an intricate set of interlocking silver rings binding each of her wrists and held in place by a cunningly conceived outer channel though the center of which ran a heavy twisted black silken cord drawn tightly together with a slip knot from which dangled about eighteen inches of what were now two ends of the silken cord ending in what she had to admit were quite lovely tassels. If these bracelets and their matching collar, whose identical black silken cord and tassels dangled from her throat to just above her belly-button, were not on her and she had seen them lying in a store she would have thought them quite beautiful although she had to admit to herself she would not have understood their purpose without an explanation; and why the hell should she have understood their purpose she thought to herself, as she was a grown mature woman who was not into these kinds of things. "It's a beautiful Saturday and the whole weekend is in front of us my sweet," he said softly. "Come let's eat breakfast and begin our day," and with that he turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom leaving her standing there trying to digest and process the scene and her circumstances. Not knowing what to do or what was expected of her she walked from the bedroom into the bathroom found her bathrobe, covered her nakedness and after one or two attempts figured out how the slipknots worked that held her bracelets and collar in place, so that she removed them leaving them beside the sink and headed to the inviting smells of freshly brewed coffee and bacon and eggs cooking happily away on the stove wafting towards her from the kitchen. Following the familiar and comfortable smells into the kitchen she thought gladly to herself that whatever dark and unfamiliar scene had played itself out last night with herself being the star attraction was now over and the regularity and sanity of life as she had known it had finally, and thankfully, returned to her world. As she entered the kitchen his back was to her as he attended to the almost finished eggs and bacon that still sizzled in the frying pan on the stove with a metal spatula. Coffee cups for both of them were laid neatly out on the kitchen table, as were napkins, knife, fork and an already made basket of toast. Butter, jam, salt, and pepper completed the homey and familiar scene as she sat down, picked up her coffee cup, and brightly said to him, "What a beautiful day. What do you think we should do today?" Without turning and while still stirring the scrambling eggs, and with a low but terse edge to his voice he replied, "and who gave you permission to speak? You will only speak when you are either given permission or asked a direct question by me. Do you understand that?" Despite everything that had happened the night before now she was truly shocked, as no one had ever spoken to her in her entire life in that tone of voice before. So shocked was she that she could not move as stunned silence filled the room and the void that the overpowering silence created forced him to turn from the stove taking in with one glance the bathrobe covering her body and the missing collar and cuffs he had placed on her during the previous night. She watched with the beginnings of fear creeping up from the pit of her stomach as she saw him slowly shake his head from side to side as if in utter disbelief at what he was seeing. After a few moments and while still shaking his head from side to side he said to her in a low controlled tone, "Why girl why?" and leaving the pan on the stove he covered the distance separating them in three short strides and in one fluid rapid motion with his arm swept all of the breakfast settings, coffee, toast and all onto the floor in a jumble of broken china, spilled coffee, and jam. "Take that robe off now and bend over the table. Do it now and do not make me say it again." Never had she witnessed anyone, let alone her gentle lover of the past three months, act with such controlled yet apparent anger that for the first time real fear set in, and not knowing what might happen if she did not do as she had been told she sheepishly let the robe fall to the floor and shaken and shaking she leaned her tanned and taut body over the table so that her ass stood high and proud at the edge of the table that now cut into her belly folding her in essence in half so that her breasts were compressed against the table top on which her face now lay sideways and her arms dangled over the far side of the width of the table. "Don't move," she heard him sneer at her from behind her and once again a deafening silence fell between them. Time again stood still as perhaps three minutes passed in absolute silence although she could hear his now irregular and somewhat strained breathing as she imagined him trying to calm down and control his anger. Just as she began to think that he was regaining his composure and this latest indignity would quickly pass, she screamed involuntarily and nearly passed out from pain she could not have ever imagined as he solidly pressed into the firm right cheek of her ass the metal spatula he had been so calmly using moments before to scramble the eggs and turn the bacon that had been cooking on the stove when she had walked into the kitchen not even five minutes before. She could tell from the smell of her own burning flesh that in the silent moments that she had been stretched naked across the kitchen table he had evidently been heating the spatula in the gas flame of the stove until it had turned red hot before turning his attention to her upheld ass and applying what had now been transformed from an ordinary kitchen appliance into an instrument of unimaginable torture marking her tight ass cheek like it was a cattle brand and she a calf. The son of a bitch has branded me, was the last thought that she was aware of as she passed out from the pain. Sometime later she woke up with her ass still on fire and much to her amazement still lying across that kitchen table. As she regained her awareness of her surroundings she realized that the collar and cuffs that she had worn the night before had been placed once again around her neck and wrists, only this time the dangling silken cords had been extended by other cords tied to their ends such that she was now tied down to the legs of the table in spread eagle fashion unable to move her arms which now lay outstretched towards either end of the table, nor her neck whose cord had likewise been extended and tied down to one of the table legs. The debris of the breakfast table still lay on the floor in the distance and her legs ached from having supported her body for what must have been hours as she was aware that the light coming through the kitchen window was now fading signaling the approaching onset of dusk. Her muscles ached, her ass screamed for medical attention, and her bladder felt as if it could burst at any second. But here she was tied down in the most unbelievably uncomfortable position she could imagine with no ability to untie herself. As she lay there trying to comprehend her situation and how this could have happened to her she gradually became aware of his presence in the kitchen. He'd been quietly seated in a chair behind her for god only knew how long watching the blisters from his handiwork form on her ass while she had regained consciousness and gradually took in and assessed her situation. "It's too bad you ruined our day, my dear; as I had made plans for us to go on a picnic this afternoon. I'm going to go to a movie and then out to dinner and will leave you here to think about the error of your ways." With that and as the sun gently began to set in the distant horizon she heard him get up from his chair and saw his pant legs with her peripheral vision as he walked around the table to which she was bound casually throwing out as an aside as he exited the kitchen, "Sleep well my darling. I will see you in the morning and hopefully tomorrow we will both have a nice day," and with those words hanging in the air between them he was gone leaving her bound to the kitchen table in the dim light of the now rapidly setting sun.