Toni's first day started early. She showered, shaved her body then prepared Brad’s breakfast.

It felt natural to be to be nude. Nude was good: it asserted her status, affirmed her sexuality, made her relaxed, sensual.

She wallowed in the delight, the arousal, the general feeling of well being nudity accorded. Her training had been thorough. She recalled the time fondly: reminiscing on its pleasure, and pain. She missed it. She missed the people, the house and the garden, access to open air exercise: the funny bicycles and log cutting. Who was helping Hannah? The exalted Darcie or some lucky novice? Toni yearned to be starting over.

She woke Brad and served breakfast, standing obediently while he ate.

'You don’t have to do that. Sit, eat with me.'

'I can speak my mind; that is allowed?'

'Of course.'

'I’m your slave. I want it to be complete. Do you understand?'

'If that's what you want.'

'I’m certain!'

'Right: listen to today's instructions.' Brad listed activities. Toni listened patiently until he had finished.

'Will you allow for exercise please? I need to keep fit. Also, I must do shopping. What shall I wear, how much should I spend? What shall I do if I meet any of our friends?' She saw Brad mentally kicking himself for overlooking domestic essentials. Perhaps she had overstated her comments and embarrassed him. He might impose punishment.

'Go shopping after you've cleaned the flat. Wear your button-through dress, pull the belt tight. Leave the top button undone and don’t fasten any lower than your crotch. Take some money from the sideboard. Keep a record, I’ll check tonight. If you meet any of our friends, speak to them and answer questions truthfully. I’ll have to think about exercise. Do some ballet practice today. If the phone rings answer it. I might be ringing to change your instructions.'

Toni stood on their outer landing to see him off, staying there until she heard the car leave.

Wistfully she turned indoors to her tasks. How wonderful it would be to go with him, to walk proudly beside him attending to his every need. The fantasy gripped her imagination: a nude slave in the High Street. It would not stop there: he might put her in restraints, spank her in the park, make her masturbate for some passing voyeur, call one of the office typists to touch her up; all day subjecting her to his decadent will. Fantasies fed her appetite until she longed to frig herself, but the training was secure: Toni stored her arousal, capping it tightly for future use.

She enjoyed shopping, but not the dress. In the sweltering summer weather it felt heavy and constricting in an irritating way with none of the exhilaration that comes from real bondage. Chatting to acquaintances was sterile conversation confined to mundane domesticity. She had to suppress the urge to lift her skirt, display her naked bottom and provoke an admission of shared sexuality.