“Ooooooh, yes. Right there…” Lillian gave a long, low moan of pleasure as she stretched out on the couch. She was clad in a set of her silken pajamas, her bare feet kicked out before the couch. One rested on the shoulders of a furiously blushing Ethan, while the other was cradled in his hands receiving a delightfully effective foot massage. The boy—her boy, as she privately thought of him now—had demonstrated a real aptitude for massages in the weeks since Lillian had presented play collars to her guests. Ethan had discovered that there was no more sure fire way of getting Lillian to agree to bondage session than to offer her foot rubs. It was a discovery that Lillian had deliberately cultivated. Her pets-to-be needed to learn that her attention needed to be snared with offers of service. Making certain that every approach for play was always done in the context of service placed them repeatedly in the properly submissive frame of mind.

Which was why she had encouraged Ethan and Amelia in their efforts to find things that pleased her to barter for her attention. The young lovers were simply adorable in their eagerness to play out some of their kinky fantasies. And so when Ethan had shyly approached her within minutes of her exiting the guest room that morning, cradling his play collar and begging—begging!—for the chance to massage her feet, she had smiled at him, kissed his cheek, and ordered him over to the couch.

Ethan was clad only in a set of underwear, the minimalist clothing something his wife and Lillian encouraged for his sleepwear. The boy was so bashful about his looks, the few initial compliments that Lillian had directed at him had made him blush like a tomato. So Lillian had determined to encourage a more daring attitude from him, which Amelia appeared to delight in just as much. Certainly the young woman took every possible opportunity to shower her shy husband with compliments and caresses. For now, Ethan wore only pairs of wrist and ankle cuffs buckled in place without any connective chains or locks, as well as his play collar. More would come eventually, but Lillian enjoyed the blend of simplicity and fetish promise that the cuffs and collar brought.

Ethan kneaded along the arch of her foot and Lillian groaned gratefully again, her eyes lidding as she leaned back deeper into the couch. Her other foot left his shoulder, caressing across his neck briefly before she pressed it against his mouth and nose. She grinned up at the ceiling as she felt him shudder beneath her, sucking in a deep breath through his partially covered nostrils, before daring a gentle kiss.

“Good boy.” She murmured, “You love worshipping your Mistress’ feet, don’t you?”

Ethan moaned softly and nodded, his hands never ceasing their ministrations. Lillian’s grin widened and she pressed her foot more firmly against his face for a while longer, allowing him to sniff and kiss. Allowing his mind to settle into the familiar grooves of servitude that she had cultivated. Giving him the time to lose himself in the activities Lillian desired, submerging himself into his submissive persona. As always with Ethan, the slow seduction worked best.

Lillian drew back her foot slightly, and pressed her toes past his lips, feeling a thrill course through her at his surprised grunts and moans. The boy didn’t resist though, or freeze up as he might have done weeks ago. There were only a few moments of shocked indecision before he began to gently suck on her toes, tongue flickering playfully about them. Lillian mentally giggled, refraining from any action that might embarrass her boy. It amused her to no end that Ethan remained so bashful, especially after he had confessed such raunchy, kinky fantasies before her and Amelia both. But he was, which meant a slower seduction was necessary with him.

Unlike with Amelia.

As though Lillian’s thought had summoned her, the bedroom door swung upon, and Amelia padded out into the common area of the flat. Nearing mid-morning, Amelia was not the zombie she appeared to be when awoken earlier. She had also taken the time to dress in the outfit that Lillian had allowed herself to be talked into providing her with. A slinky low cut maid outfit, Amelia had only elected to not wear the high heels and head accouterments that Lillian had provided. It didn’t quite cross the border into being an outright fetish outfit, but it was close all on its own. Amelia had buckled her play collar around her neck, and Lillian felt herself flush a little seeing the fiery blonde woman sashay towards her. Lillian adored bashful submissives like Ethan. But she also had special attachment to the brash, almost challenging, sensuality that Amelia brought to the table.

The younger woman took in the scene before her at a glance, and her still slightly sleepy morning expression shifted to a devious grin. Her usual morning sleepiness seemed to more easily evaporate now that mornings had become such a sensual interplay between the three of them. She sank down onto her knees behind Ethan, embracing him and pressing herself into his back. The boy moaned, and Amelia shared a grin over his shoulder with Lillian as she murmured, “Good morning sunshine.”

Ethan moaned around a mouthful of Lillian’s foot, his eyes wide and trying to dart around. Lillian watched as Amelia caressed Ethan, hands running over her husband’s naked torso and tweaking at his sensitive nipples. As the boy began to twist a little more, his mind becoming ever more distracted, Lillian reached over to the sidetable and plucked a blindfold from it.

“Such a naughty girl, distracting Mistress’ masseuse from his tasks,” Lillian clucked mock disapproval and tossed the blindfold to Amelia, “You’ve cost dear Ethan his sight for the morning. Be a good girl and use that would you?”

Ethan moaned plaintively, and Lillian removed her foot from his mouth abruptly, “Something to say Pet?”

He blushed as she arched her eyebrow, deliberately fanning the flames of his bashful arousal. He shook his head wordlessly, and she raised the foot he had just been massaging, pressing it into his mouth and wriggling her toes against his tongue.

“Back to your tasks then slave. Mistress wants her feet in top shape today. She’s considering wearing…boots…”

Lillian had to hold back an unladylike guffaw of laughter as Ethan’s eyes went wide, just as the thick leather blindfold was pulled over them by Amelia. The boy’s cheeks heated further, but his hands and mouth were soon back to their worshipful rhythm. Ethan’s reaction when she had first strutted about in thigh high boots had been adorable, and despite the annoyances that came with wearing such footwear, Lillian enjoyed the response it got. She continued to enjoy his attentions, and beckoned for Amelia to approach as the girl finished cinching the blindfold tightly in place.

Amelia approached, throwing a slightly impudent saunter into her step. The grin she gave Lillian was all pleased delight, and confidence that she would enjoy what was to come. Lillian returned the smile with one of her own, casually reaching up a hand to settle on Amelia’s hip and groping her tight rear. The younger woman’s step hitched a little as she came to a halt, her breath catching slightly, and Lillian’s smile sharpened as she griped and groped her way across the girl’s rump.

“Feeling rather saucy this morning aren’t we Pet?” Lillian murmured, pitched low enough that Ethan would only hear if he strained. She beckoned Amelia to lean a little closer, and hooked her finger through the girl’s collar to pull her in until their faces were nearly touching, “You might think that you can get away with such things…but I still think I need to punish you for such…distractions…”

Amelia shivered a little, her eyes lidded slightly. Amelia thrilled at playing the role of the tease. The lusty temptress, the wanton girl next door. She adored teasing Ethan for her love’s blushes and tenderness, and delighted in turning her charms on Lillian too. Playing a sensual, taunting game of chicken with the older dominant woman, and egging the domme on in her games. And Lillian enjoyed playing too, this sensual game of cat and mouse. Though she had a rather different end state in mind as she played. Weaving her own net of sensual control and denial around the woman.

Lillian traced a light finger along the woman’s jawline, curving to a point under her chin, “Come around to the other side and kneel down Pet, I want you restrained while you make our breakfast this morning.” And then she flicked her hands away.

Amelia let out a startled bleat of frustrated longing, standing there as if confused for a few moments, before she finally summoned a modicum of thought and obeyed. Ethan continued on, oblivious to the exchange as he sucked and massaged. Lillian changed her feet again, giving the boy only a handful of seconds to breathe normally before his mouth was plugged again.

Amelia knelt and offered her wrists. The cuffs went on with no fuss, and Lillian snapped connective chains between them and the artfully disguised waist belt that was a part of the outfit. It was hardly noticeable at a distance, making it seems as though the chains simply disappeared into the outfit. Lillian finished with the chains, running her hands seductively over Amelia’s breasts and giving them a few teasing squeezes, before she returned with a panel gag. A rubber dildo protruded towards Amelia, and the girl looked at Lillian with a surprised “oh”

“You get to have some practice this morning Pet,” Lillian murmured, the gag pressing forward slowly, “Aren’t you pleased? Take it in your mouth like a good girl.”

Amelia hesitated for just a moment, then her expression firmed up and she ducked her head slightly to swallow the thing entirely. Lillian cooed at her gently, wrapping the thick straps around the girl’s head, “There’s a good girl.”

“Ffhanks Mifftreff.” Amelia responded, her arms pulling a little against their bonds.

“It’s important for slaves to know when and how to use their mouths,” Lillian remarked, finishing with the gag and tilting Amelia’s face back up to look at her, “Don’t you agree…Pet?”

Amelia’s eyes burned with lust as she stood there, holding Lillian’s gaze and sucking on the rubber cock strapped in her mouth. Lillian smiled, and used both her hands to grope and knead the young woman’s breasts. Amelia shivered, moaned, and then flushed. Lillian chuckled and gave the girl a firm spank, “Your Mistress wants breakfast, Pet.”

Amelia staggered away, taking most of the distance to the kitchen to recover her ability to walk properly. But she hadn’t objected to the intimacy. Lillian had spent a fair amount of effort acclimating both of them to her touch. When collared, she had made it clear that she could touch them anywhere, though she had refrained from much sexual fondling in the first few weeks of play. When uncollared, she still made a point to make physical connections with her pets. An arm brush here, a hip connection there, snuggling on the couch…all to make them comfortable with the idea that she had a perfect right to do as she pleased. It was a right that came with duties and expectations of course, the last thing she wanted was to cause any jealousy or envy between her pets.

She stayed there on the couch until breakfast was ready, enjoying Ethan’s mostly silent ministrations. When Amelia had the meal prepared, she marched him over to the table. Amelia had prepared a homemade batch of oatmeal.

Perfect.

“Since the two of you chose to be collared this morning, it’s only appropriate that you eat like slaves too.” Lillian snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground. Amelia sank to her knees, making the motion alive with sensuality. Ethan was slower, and uncertain, but was soon on his knees next to his wife. Lillian filled two bowls with warm oatmeal and set them down in front of her slaves. Then she removed Ethan’s blindfold and Amelia’s gag, grinning down at them both, “Now, no using hands. In fact, Ethan, hands behind please.” She quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on and then gestured to the pair of them, “Go on. A hearty breakfast to start the day.”

With that, Lillian seated herself primly in her chair and tucked in to the delicious breakfast that Amelia had made. Her slaves looked at each other for a moment, seemingly uncertain, but Lillian could see Amelia’s flushed countenance. This sort of treatment was a turn on for the girl and, as much as Ethan might protest, he was likely enjoying it a little too. They both bent down to eat.

And with that, another modicum of progress was made. Precedent established. When collared, they would eat on the floor from now on.

It had been well over a month since Lillian had returned to the flat, and the trio’s adventures in mutual kinky play had commenced. Ethan and Amelia by now spent about half of their days buckled into Lillian’s collars. With lockdowns still in effect everywhere there wasn’t much to do out of the flat beyond the daily walks, exercises, and occasional grocery runs. Staying in and partaking in the fun of bondage and submission under the watchful control of a dominant older woman thrilled the newlyweds.

Their breaks between the games and sessions had gradually become more…structured, over the course of the last few weeks. Lillian’s suggestions for spending time doing other things had slowly morphed into instructions on relaxation activities, non-bondage elements, and how much time had to pass in between intensive tie-up sessions. With the introduction of more service bondage, done with a minimum of collar and cuffs with occasional upgrades if one of them had been a brat, they had now taken over completely the completion of chores, meal preparations, and clean up. Lillian hadn’t needed to lift a finger, she had slaves now for that. She also had more erotic tasks for them, like providing massages, acting as a footrest, or any number of other tasks that one could accomplish while being tightly trussed. Lillian enjoyed keeping someone strictly bound next to her while she read, providing whomever her reading pet was with scritches and caresses while she idled her way through a novel.

All through this period Lillian had been pushing them. Gently, and surreptitiously, but encouraging their desires and their kinks all the same. Taking greater liberties in how and when she touched them. Teased them. Leaving them both with smouldering looks that had them desperate for more. Her guests…her pets, were forced to beg for more. For more bondage. More playtime. More touches. More everything.

Two days after she had them eat their breakfast on the floor, she introduced them to night-time bondage.

“I trust you both enough now to know your own limits,” Lillian had told them after making her offer, “This is some of the more advanced play that you’ve been asking me about. The aim is to sleep in it until morning. But I want you to both know that I will be listening. Three rhythmic grunts, just like you’ve done before for your safeword, and I’ll be right here to free you no questions asked. Understood?”

Her two charges had nodded and agreed to give it a shot all the same. They had stripped down to their bedtime attire, for that first time. She hadn’t wanted to worry them by insisting on nudity, or on them wearing one of her rubber slave suits to bed. Either could come with time. As always, comfort and understanding was the key to drawing her pets in.

She bound them together, a profusion of soft leather belts securing them into place, forcing them to look in each others eyes. Ring gags for safety, and for her own amusement as they tried and failed to stop drooling, and then thick leather blindfolds for both of them.

“Sweet dreams, my darling slaves. I shall see you in the morning…”

Lillian had stayed though, for a time. Watching with satisfaction as her charges, who were meant to be sleeping, squirmed, and thrust, and giggled, and enjoyed themselves. She left after the first half hour had assured her that no problems were rearing their heads anytime soon, pursued into the common area by some rather lewd moaning from Amelia. The girl was simply a natural, Lillian chuckled to herself. When she checked on them a few hours later, they were both sleeping peacefully. She retired to her own bed, and spent an hour fantasizing about her pets. How far she had brought them, from guests to eager submissives. How far she might yet push them, past the bounds that they might think they still had, into the full realm of enslavement to her will. Lillian enjoyed that private time, listening to the soft noises of her captive charges, and looked forward to the future.

The entire night passed in a peaceful manner, and Lillian released them the next morning with a smothering rain of congratulations. She kissed them both, one by one, as she ungagged them, and drew blushes from each in turn as she smiled down at them proprietarily. Proud of her pets, of her slaves.

Such night time bondage wouldn’t be every night…not yet at least. But it was a beginning, one further step towards their lives becoming completely enmeshed in bondage, servitude, and sexual submission.

“What was this called again?” Amelia asked, flexing her arms as they were drawn close together behind her back.

“An armbinder,” Lillian muttered, concentrating on the appropriate level of strictness she wanted. Amelia had been teasing Ethan, tormenting her husband with a level of ardent sensuality that spoke of ramping up towards another night of wonderful sex between the pair of them. Lillian knew the woman was a churning, roiling ball of desire at the moment, and wanted to take advantage of the girl’s probable mental state. So she had sent Ethan off to run their weekly series of errands alone. Amelia had leapt at the opportunity to try more intensive bondage, and the chance to tease Lillian too.

Which the older woman had been counting on.

Amelia was standing, clad in tight latex shorts and bra, sporting her play collar and the almost finished armbinder. Lillian had opted to change into a pair of tight leather pants and accompanying boots, with a leather bustier as well. Might as well look the part, since she wanted Amelia’s mind to be filled with horniness. The girl had a thing for leather, just as Ethan seemed to have a thing for rubber.

Amelia groaned a little as Lillian tugged the final straps home. The domme smirked and gripped the younger woman’s shoulders, turning her around and forcing her to her knees. She sat before Amelia, legs to either side of the woman, and began to calmly play with her breasts. Within moments, Amelia was breathing heavily, lidded eyes staring hungrily up at Lillian.

Perfect.

“You enjoy being my slave don’t you?” Lillian’s hands gripped, thumb and forefinger agitating Amelia’s nipples.

“Ggghhmmmmm…” Amelia moaned, “Y-yesssss…”

“All the teasing…all the caresses, the playfulness…” Lillian murmured, continuing her ministrations, “You love being controlled. I can see it, even through all the struggles and bratty behaviour you throw my way sometimes.” She pinched Amelia’s nipples through the latex.

“Gaaaah! Y-yes M-Mistress…” the girl shuddered with need, thrusting her breasts out towards Lillian and craning her neck back a little as her eyes closed. Lillian stroked her breasts a few more times, and then slowly removed each of them from the protective embrace of the latex. Amelia moaned, and then almost squealed in desire as Lillian brought her right leg in and thrust it gently but firmly between Amelia’s legs.

“Mmmmm, such a horny, wanton Pet…” Lillian murmured, kneading the girl’s naked breasts at the same time, “I wager someone is just desperate to cum right now…”

Amelia nodded, not able to summon the coherency to speak, and began to thrust against Lillian’s booted leg.

“Such a kinky little slut…” Lillian breathed, smiling as Amelia moaned with lust, “Are you trying to tell me something?” She stroked the girl’s face with one hand, her other never letting up its pinching and groping of her breasts, “Does my desperate slut want her Mistress to make her cum?”

“Uuuunnnghhh…” Amelia gave a guttural groan, nodding almost spastically as she humped Lillian’s leg.

Lillian smirked, and pulled Amelia in by her collar. Pressing the girl more firmly onto her leg, gripping her left breast, and forcing her face to rest against Lillian’s thigh. Her eyes forced to stare, if she opened them, between her Mistress’ legs.

“Well…my darling slut…such things come with a price…only fair, right?”

Amelia moaned, continuing to thrust against Lillian.

“Slaves that want sexual pleasure from me, also get sexual control from me.” Lillian continued, her voice dropping to a throaty purr, “What I give, I must also be able to take away. What I grant, I shall also restrict. An orgasm by my hand, means that you will be locked in chastity.” She tweaked a nipple again, to bring fresh moans floating anew from Amelia’s gasping mouth, “The time will depend on just how many orgasms you want of course…”

“J-just when I-I’m c-c-collared, right?” Amelia stammered, her normal reserve deserting her as her hips bucked.

“Oh no,” Lillian’s words were gently seductive, firmly enticing, “Different time commitments does not mean part time chastity, my dear. Chastity is a matter of days, weeks, or months, not of hours. You would be locked away from yourself for whatever amount of time we agreed upon…unless your Mistress deemed it appropriate to unlock you for an occasion…”

Amelia bit at her lip, hesitating. Lillian continued to caress the girl. Giving her time to think, but reminding her that Lillian already could touch and play with her at will.

“I just…what if Ethan wants to…y’know…” An uncharacteristic flush suffused Amelia’s cheeks.

“Then you’ll both need to beg for the privilege of sexual intimacy, at least during the chastity period. Being my locked chastity slut doesn’t mean you won’t be cumming, it just means I will control when and where.” Lillian smiled down at her squirming, gasping captive. The younger woman was practically hers already. The fantasy of being so utterly controlled that even your sex life would be dictated to you was a potent one it seemed for Amelia. Lillian wondered if Ethan would also be so enamoured with it. She did hope so. Two eager chastity sluts would make things so much simpler.

“What does…mmmm…what does…one…one orgasm…cost…” Amelia panted, her hips still thrusting against Lillian’s leg. The motion wouldn’t ever be enough to get her over the edge, and was doing nothing but flavouring her sexual desperation with frustration. But she couldn’t seem to stop, and Lillian enjoyed the sight.

“48 hours. Locked away in a chastity belt. But,” Lillian flicked up a finger, “Just because you only ask for one doesn’t mean you can sneak more. If you have a second, you’ll pay the price for two, three for three, and so on.”

“H-how m-much…?

“Two orgasms means a week in chastity.”

Amelia let out a long, low growl of desire. Her mind spun. A week as the sexual prisoner of Mistress Lillian. She and Ethan had been delighting in the energy and sexuality of their games with their domme since the start of this whole endeavor. If they didn’t fuck one night, they certainly would the next. How would a week of denial sit with him? Hell, how was it going to sit with her?

“I…I w-want…Uuunnnnggghhh…”

“Say the words slut.”

Amelia moaned, her eyes screwing shut, “I w-want to cum M-Mistress!”

“Good girl.” Amelia suddenly found herself shoved back. She opened her eyes in surprise, but couldn’t find it in herself to resist or speak as Lillian clipped a leash to her collar and tugged her to her feet. She was led out of the common area into the guest room, and shoved playfully onto the bed. Amelia landed with another growl of desire, twisting around to glare with sexual fire up at Lillian who was smirking down at her.

“Now then, let’s see if we can find something to help my desperate little slut with her situation…” Lillian theatrically rooted around in a small chest near the bedside table, and eventually drew out a powerful looking cordless vibrator. Amelia’s eyes went wide, and Lillian settled onto the bed next to her, pulling the younger woman close and wrapping her arms and a leg around her bound body. She pulled Amelia in by her leash, her lips finding the other’s own. The woman moaned into Lillian’s mouth…and Lillian flicked the vibrator to life and pressed it home.

Amelia’s shriek of surprised pleasure was muffled by the kiss that Lillian maintained, her tongue penetrating the other woman’s mouth and asserting its dominance there even as her vibrator brought the struggling woman over the edge. It didn’t take long to rip a powerful orgasm from Amelia, leaving the bound woman gasping and panting, still lip-locked with her domme. But Lillian wasn’t interested in a mere 48 hours of chastity for her slave. Nor would Amelia thank her in the end for such a paltry introduction to being a chastity slut.

So she held the vibrator in place. She continued to kiss the bucking, writhing woman. And brought her to a second orgasm.

“Ggggagaaahhhhh!!” Amelia squealed, her lips breaking away from Lillian’s forcible embrace, “I…I…gaaaahh…p-please…”

“Surely my little slut isn’t satisfied just yet…” Lillian whispered passionately, the vibrator still held tightly to Amelia’s latex covered sex, “you’ve already got a week of chastity…seven whole days of denial if I want to keep you like that…don’t you want to cum again…?”

“Nnnggggaaaahhhh!” Amelia thrust herself at the vibrator, her mouth trying to form words and failing. Lillian tightened her grip around the girl, her thighs crushing her snugly to her, and kissed her again as her moans mounted in exuberant pleasure. She trailed kisses up and down the girl’s collared neck, her free hand clamped over Amelia’s mouth, muffling the girl’s incomprehensible babbling.

“Is my slut trying to play coy with her Mistress?” Lillian asked, amused as Amelia groaned with desperation. “You know you belong in chastity. You know you can’t be trusted to control yourself.”

Amelia whimpered in pleasure, her hips thrusting in time now, her moans now suffused with lustful desire.

“Give in and let go. Enjoy your passion, and pleasure, and let your Mistress take control. Give in…and CUM!” with the final word Lillian released the girl’s mouth and kissed her again hard.

Amelia screamed and came. For the third time.

Lillian kept kissing her as the girl bucked, relenting a little as the girl began to subside, and bringing the vibrator back to only lightly tease her. Keeping her heated and not allowing for a full retreat from the realm of pleasure she had entered. Coherent rational thought and fled. Amelia was fully in the grip of desire now.

“Such a good slut for your Mistress…”

“Mmmmmmm…” Amelia moaned, her head drooping a little.

“Say it.” Lillian flicked at the girl’s nipples, getting a small squeak from her captive, “Tell me what you are Amelia…”

“I’m…I’m a g-good s-s-slut…Mistress…” Amelia stuttered out between moans.

“Good girl. A good slut who is facing two weeks of chastity now…”

Amelia groaned in a mixture of disbelief and lust. Her arms squirmed in their leather constriction, useless to do anything but remind her of her helplessness. Lillian kissed up and down the girl’s neck, trailing more kisses across her breasts, and ending up once again at her lips.

“Now then my sweet, darling girl, you have a choice. Our impromptu little session can end right here if you’d like. I’ll put my toy away and go fetch your chastity belt. Once I have that on you’ll have a few chores to do, but can take the collar off after that if you’d like.”

She stroked Amelia’s face, “Or…”

Amelia looked at her, nervous excitement warring against her better senses. Lillian moved the vibrator in teasing circles around Amelia’s inner thigh, “O-o-or?” the girl stammered.

“Or I can keep going.” Lillian smiled fiercely, “More pleasure, more play, more orgasms…more chastity time.”

Amelia moaned. Lillian chuckled, flicking the vibrator back and forth, “I’ll take my time now, no need to rush. A slut needs to savour her orgasms before the long chastity march you have before you…”

Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving as she sucked in a breath. And a second one. She gave a whimper of need and whispered, “More…”

“More what?”

“More please, Mistress.” Desperately demanding.

“Good slut.”

By the end of their time together, Amelia had surrendered to a month of chastity. The mewling woman hardly moved at all as Lillian fitted her with a chastity belt, and locked it into place. Nor did she protest when Lillian dressed her into her maid outfit, secured her limbs in cuffs with attached chains, and gagged her with a rubber cock gag. She moaned and pressed against Lillian as the older woman felt her up freely. Groping her breasts, kissing her neck, pressing her hands against the cold belt that kept her securely chaste. If anything the imposition of chastity seemed liable to give her a second sexual wind, which was just as well.

Amelia would be riding the orgasmic high for hours yet. And Lillian didn’t mean to let her spend one second outside of her bonds until she came down from it. This would be the critical point now, when some piece of restraint was with her at all times, to begin underlining that even relaxation times could have bondage added to them. Continued service in bondage would prolong the feeling, hopefully until well after Ethan returned from the errands she had sent him on.

After all, it was only fair to give him the same opportunity she had given to Amelia…