JettFive Years EarlierSandra sat beside me, her hands folded in her lap, her face pointed downward. Before we’d left, she had gotten dressed as per my specifications. I picked out all of her clothes, things she wore only in public or when we had company over. Otherwise, she remained completely naked in my house – except for the collar that we’d picked out years ago. Her black dress was form fitting, but not revealing. The skirt tapered down to just below her knees, accentuating her hips and her small waist. The top part of it was lacy over her breasts, both hinting at their size, and hiding anything that might be inappropriate. She could fit in at a cocktail party or she could pick up a preschooler from class. She was demure, elegant, and wholly submissive to me. We’d been together for a l
