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Her complete silence made him feel more like her toilet
than a person. Even if he hadn't liked what she had said
the first time, at least speaking to him was acknowledging
him. Dropping tissue in on him, she flicked open the
locking catches, pulled out the perspex retaining sheet
and dropped it on the bath mat. Then she washed her
hands at the wash basin and her heels clicking she
sauntered out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out
to the waiting lift. Her car was waiting downstairs,
and as her chauffeur pulled away she felt a shiver of
raw power, like pure energy, surge through her body.
Yes, she was definitely on a winning streak. This was
going to be a week to remember.

David made the obvious and correct assumption that she
had finished with him, temporarily at least. He managed
to extricate himself from her toilet, and lay on the
floor with his head under her shower until his head
felt clean again. His restrainer allowed him just
enough movement to point her hairdryer in the direction
necessary to dry his hair. Raising a towel that high
was impossible. He wasn't exactly tidy, but he did feel
clean and dry, on the outside at least. Although the
psychological impact of her treatment had left him
feeling worthless and degraded. It was becoming clear
to him that he deserved to be treated as an inferior.

When he got downstairs he found a list of chores and a
dinner menu beside her discarded breakfast things. A
short note explained, 'Complete the list by the time I
return, help yourself to food. Prepare my dinner for
seven this evening. I have left you five cigarettes.'

Five cigarettes, that was nothing like the twenty a day
he had become used to, but it was better than the one
butt she had allowed him on Sunday. Desperate for a
smoke, he used the first of his five immediately.

One of his many chores included laundering her
discarded lingerie. As he collected the skimpy
articles, especially the elderberry coloured frilly
items, memories flooded back. He was forced to use the
bidet to suppress his lust once more.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

After her meeting and a busy day on the telephone, the
deal was sewn up to Karin's satisfaction. Regulations
may have been bent a little, but through several
'representatives' the 'raid' had gone according to
plan. She had sold short her competitors stock until it
started to tumble, a major risk. Then bought back much
more than she needed at less than it was worth. She and
the few friends she had orchestrated the plan with now
controlled a majority of the shares. The excess she
sold off, even turning a cash profit on the day.

She wouldn't show her hand of course, not until the
dust had settled on the days business at the stock
exchange. One wouldn't want to provoke an
investigation. No-one quite knew what had caused such a
major blip in their share value, but everyone was
comfortable that it had returned to it's original
price. When the time came, her nominee would surely be
made Managing Director, since she now held the
controlling votes. That was, after all said and done,
all that counted.

It was four in the afternoon when Karin dialled
Christine's number on her private line. She arranged to
call round straight away and collect her order.
Christine's love and life was creating new toys. The
toys she designed were by no means ordinary, nor for
children. Karin had been shown some very sophisticated
gadgetry on her previous visits. Karin was pleased to
accept an invitation to dine with Christine that
evening. She had ordered a rather novel gag, and while
she was there it might be fun to discuss some of her
fantasies and see what else Christine could create.

The dinner David was preparing at home for her could
always be mashed up and fed to him over the next couple
of days. It would be best not to try his first attempt
anyway.

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