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Disobedience
by Norma Jeanne
     
    Disobedience
     
    Published by Darker Pleasures at
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    Copyright 2013 Darker Pleasures. All rights
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    Edited by Matt Nicholson
    Beta read by Susan Foulkes
    Cover image by andreymalov/123RF Stock Photos
     
    Smashword Edition, License Notes
     
    This work contains graphic language and
sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and
semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended
for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under
eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters places and incidents are products of the authors’
imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce
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    Oh, shit , I thought as I turned to
pull into the driveway. God, why did he have to come home early
from his trip…again? The garage door was up, his banana yellow
Camaro parked inside. He’d left the garage door open for me. How
thoughtful.
    I knew better than to go shopping with Rita.
I told him that Rita had asked me to go with her, but he had told
me he didn’t want me going. But Rita convinced me he would never
know. I should have known better. I’d gotten into trouble before by
listening to her. But she hadn’t held a gun to my head though. I’m
the one with the Master’s degree, and I’m the one that did it.
    I wanted to stay in the garage for a while
and try to think, but I knew he’d have heard my car. What am I
going to tell him? I couldn’t say I had an emergency partner’s
meeting at the firm. I wasn’t dressed the part. Besides, the last
time I tried that one it didn’t work out so well. God, let me
think.
    But there really was nothing to think about.
After agreeing to be his slave, I’d given into the part
wholeheartedly. I may have been a high-priced corporate attorney by
day, but by night—and by weekends, days off and vacation—he owned
me. He’d had two years to learn how to read me like a book.
    If I lied to him he’d know it, and that would
make it that much worse. Bracing myself to face him, I used the
remote to close the garage door and got out of the car. The longer
he had to wait for me, the worse my punishment would be.
    I went into the house and into the family
room. He was sitting there reading Sports Illustrated.
    “Hello Master, you’re home early. It’s good
to see you.” I did my best to smile at him, but I was sure he could
see that both my words and my smile were forced.
    “Hello, Jessie. Yeah, I got done a day early
and thought I’d come home early and surprise you by taking you to
an early dinner and to that movie you wanted to go see.”
    He was being too sweet. I knew it wouldn’t
last, but I couldn’t call him on it. “That was very thoughtful of
you, Master, thank you.”
    “Now that you’re home, don’t you think you
need to put your collar on?”
    “Yes, Sir, I’ll do that right now.”
    I went to my room, picked up my black leather
collar and fastened it around my neck. Then I took it back off and
picked up the gold one, the one he had given me on our first
anniversary. Maybe seeing this will give him warm
thoughts.
    He hadn't asked me where I’d been, and I
hoped he wasn’t going to, but I really didn’t think I’d be so
lucky. I put the collar around my neck and tried to fasten it. My
hands were trembling. Finally I got it fastened, looked in the
mirror quickly, re-tucked my t-shirt into my jeans, and put on a
little of his favorite perfume.
    When I went back to the family room, he was
still sitting in his chair. I knelt next to it, assuming my
submissive position. He kept reading his magazine for about twenty
minutes, all the while absently stroking my long, auburn hair.