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so, thoughts of how he might plan to punish me kept running through
my mind.
    Finally, he smiled at me. “I thought we’d go
to the Twin Dragon and have Chinese tonight. Sound good to
you?”
    Still hoping he might be feeling generous, I
smiled back. “Yes, Master, it sounds wonderful. I’d love some
Mongolian Beef and Cashew Chicken.”
    “Mm, that sounds good to me, too. You ready
to go?”
    “Yes Sir. JustYes Sir, just let me go take
off my collar and freshen up a bit.”
    “No, wear it.”
    Wear it? Wear my collar out? He’d
never done that before. At first glance, most people would just
think it was just a heavy gold choker necklace of some kind, but if
anyone really looked at it, they might suspect what it really was.
The lifestyle had changed since Fifty Shades . A lot of our
secrets were out. Maybe he felt by wearing the collar out it would
be punishment enough. If so, I could live with that.
    I went back to my room and freshened my
make-up, taking care to make sure I looked my best in hopes of
distracting him. As we drove to the restaurant, we chatted
normally. He talked about work and about how the trip had gone.
Everything seemed fine, and my tension began to ease. As always, he
ordered my dinner for me, and everything was wonderfully pleasant.
Then, right in the middle of dinner, he hit me with the
question.
    “So, where were you today, Jessie? I was
disappointed when I got home and found you weren’t there.”
    I dropped my eyes to my plate. “Uh…I went
shopping, Master.” There, it's out. No lies.
    “Oh? I didn‘t see any packages when you got
home.”
    “I didn’t buy anything.” I didn’t want you
to know I was out.
    “You went with Rita?”
    “Yes, Master.” I was still staring at my
plate.
    “I see. That was what I thought. This isn’t
the first time you’ve outright disobeyed me with Rita, Jessie. I am not pleased. I hope it will be the last.”
    The way he said, “I am not” made me wince.
“Yes, Sir.”
    I kept examining the remains of my Mongolian
beef, but I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his eyes
burning right through me. He didn’t like Rita at all. He felt she
was an uppity slave and that her Master let her do anything she
wanted. He’d told me before that she was a bad influence.
    “I’m sorry, Master.” My voice was barely a
whisper.
    After a few moments, he said, “Well, I hope
you had a good time.”
    I wasn't sure how to answer, so I decided to
stick with the truth. “Yes, sir, I did.”
    He said nothing else, eating his meal in
silence. I had lost my appetite and just pushed a cashew around on
my plate.
    After finishing off his broccoli, he glanced
at me. “I think we’ll skip the movie and just go somewhere else
later this evening.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You don’t seem to be eating much.”
    “I guess I’m not very hungry.”
    “Eat your dinner, Jessie. You’ll need your
strength.”
    I felt my pulse quicken. If he hadn’t said we
were going somewhere else, I would have been certain he meant he
planned on punishing me when we got home. A few minutes later, we
finished our dinner and went to the car. As we drove, mMy Master
talked to me like he always did, giving me hope that the situation
was over. But we went straight back home, leading me to believe he
had changed his mind about going out. Usually my punishment came
quickly. This roller coaster of not knowing was unusual, and
frustrating.
    I was ready to get it over with, to get naked
and go downstairs, to the dungeon, where I fully expected—and
deserved—a belting. He reserved whipping strictly for punishment,
so I’d know without a doubt I had disobeyed him. Sometimes he would
go easy, if what I’d done was minor. Most of the time, he would
leave my bottom in welts for days, or weeks.
    The first time he’d taken the belt to my
pussy and breasts was after he had caught me with my breasts tied
and clamped. I’d been so involved in the vibrator I hadn’t heard
him come in