Chapter Nine
My Collar
My house was no longer empty.
A sense of vitality, which rarely filled it in the past, now occupied nearly every corner. Through all the sweat of hauling furniture, hanging up clothes and boxes of whatnot (And SM toys. Lots of toys!) Was this barely suppressed thrill that things were at last right.
Stephanie laughed a lot. Daniel smiled and laughed too, except when he had to crack the whip (kind of literally) to get us back to work. It was like Christmas, winning the lottery and Halloween all rolled into one. Oh, and they insisted on still paying rent.
And yet, after we placed all the furniture just so, there was still extra space, but not for long. One still empty bedroom was turned into a mini-dungeon, complete with a paddle horse. Daniel also set up a
