Chapter Seven
In the morning Elizabeth rose at six and went to the bathroom, wanting to get an early start at the office. When she came back into the bedroom, wearing her robe, Matt called her over. With the little key he unlocked her collar. She was sorry to see it go, though wearing it to work would have been impossible. Think of the shame, she said to herself; then felt a warm glow deep in her belly. What delicious humiliation it would be if one day he made her do it! My god, she thought, I must be getting serious about this thing.
Driving to work she mentally reviewed the past week. It had been exciting; the most exciting time she’d ever had. Yet it had been a strange time, a cocoon in which her normal life had been suspended, in which she had lived a wholly artificial existence. She
